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***

He learns not to ask questions. Not that he asks many questions in the first place, something life before Fisk had taught him; keep your head down, do as your told and don't ask question.

So that's what he does. He doesn't ask who the people Fisk meets with are, even when they come in bombproof limbos escorted by armed security. He just arranges the meeting, and standby Fisk's side taking notes.

He doesn’t ask why they end up driving through some of the worst parts of London, or why Fisk needs to have a meeting at Midnight in an abandoned warehouse. He just waits in the car while Fisk conducts business, and makes the calls afterwards.

Of course he reads between the lines. He's not stupid, he knows what the trips mean, why Fisk sometimes comes back to the care wiping blood from his hands.

Wesley doesn't say anything though, either Fisk will tell him in time or he won't. Either way Wesley trusts he will know what he needs to know and everything else isn't worth worrying about.

"Does it bother you?" Fisk asks one night, sitting across from him in the car. It's three o'clock, they both should be in bed, and instead they're here. Wesley has his hands folded in his lap; Fisk is worrying at raw knuckles with the thumb of his other hand.

Wesley wants to reach out and stop him, tell him if he keeps on like this he'll hurt himself. He keeps his hands to himself though and his mouth shut.

"Does this upset you?" Fisk spreads his arms indicating not just himself but the car.

"No." Wesley says and it doesn't, it should but it doesn’t. He's found his ability to care about people who are not Fisk dried up a long time ago. "It doesn't bother me. You do what you need to do."

"Yes." Fisk says. "I do and understand Wesley I only do what I need to do. I don't take joy in this."

"I know." Wesley says.

"It's important." Fisk says voice rising, tinted through with pain. "It's important you understand that I don't enjoy doing this."

"Yes." Wesley says and now the desire to reach out and touch him is so strong. "I know you don't, but it's what needs to be done."

"Yes." Fisk says but he doesn't look at Wesley again for the rest of the ride.

***

He goes on hormones with no immediate affects, but as the months go by his voice deepens. He grows a little bit of hair on his chest, the shape of his face broadens, he puts on mass mostly muscles.

People don't do double takes when he walks down the street or goes shopping. When Fisk introduces him, people give him long sidelong looks.

It's not perfect; of course, it's not been on the hormones long enough. There are still moments when people size him up trying to figure out what he is. There are still times when people misgender him.

With this comes a certain amount of peace, he's not struggling to survive anymore. For the first time his head has broken the surface of the water, and can breath.

He can afford now to spent a little time on himself. He has a good job, and a good life, so he can spend time reading and learning about good food and good wine. He can buy beautiful well tailor suits.

Frisk requires he learn several languages so he does and along with that history and culture.

He's reinventing himself, birthing the man he wants to become. Since he has a choice he decides he will be a man of class.

***

His phone rings in the middle of the night and Wesley sits up and grabs at it.

"Hello?"

There's a pause and then Fisk's deep voice "A car will be around to collect you in twenty minutes, pack what you need it is doubtful we will be coming back for quite some time."

"Understood." Wesley is already out of searching for his clothes. He's worked for Fisk long enough not to ask questions about these sorts of things.

He packs his things, put's on the suit Fisk had bought him, throws out any food that might go back, turns off all the light and locks up. He's waiting outside the flat on the sidewalk when the call pulls up.

Fisk in inside when Wesley slides.

"I'm sorry to inconvenience you at this late hour." Fisk says, without taking his eyes off the laptop on his knees. "I had intended to give you at least a day to prepare but things you see are moving fast.

Wesley didn't see but than again he didn't need to, he only nodded. "Where are we going?"

Fisk spares him a glance, "Hong Kong, we will be staying there for a short time."

That was probably the most he was going to get so Wesley nods again and stays quiet.

"When we get to the plane," Fisk sets aside the computer. "I will explain further." He hesitates for a moment. "I will explain everything in fact. Because from here on out Wesley things will not be easy for either one of us, the last few months have only been the beginning. We will fight a war you understand, a war for power, one that I will win, must win but there will be a cost. I might need – no I will almost certainly need – to ask you to do things, to sacrifice for me, for what I am trying to do."

Fisk was staring at him intently now and Wesley's heart sped up. "Anything." He said. "I would do anything you ask me do."

"Wait until I have explained all." Fisk sat back. "Then make your decision. If you decide to leave and go back to working behind a desk I will not stop you or think less of you."

"I already made my decision." Wesley said, because it was the truth, he'd made his decision at the gala ball. "I promised myself I would always be at your side."

For a moment Fisk just stared at him and then he reach out, covering Wesley's hand with his own.

"Wesley …" He said voice breaking a little, then bowed his head.

They sat there, clasped in silence as the cars speed towards the plane that would take them to Hong Kong.

***

Fisk tells him everything. Starting with the death of his father. He tell Wesley about the empire he's building, since he was younger than Wesley is now, tells him about the sacrifices he's made.

He tells him about the murders, the men and women's he's kill, through orders or with his bare hands.

He tells him about the people he's saved: people like Wesley, the hospitals he's funded, the schools, the orphanages, the affordable housing.

There are tears in his eyes by the end of his, his hands shake a little and Wesley reaches out and takes them both in his.

I need you, Fisk doesn't say but Wesley hears it anywhere.

"Anything." He says meeting Fisk's gaze and holding it. "Anything you ask."

"I will tell you to hurt people – kill people." Fisk pulls free and then leans forward, framing Wesley's face with his hands. "I will ask you to do terrible, bloody things."

"I know." Wesley says and Fisk studies his face as if searching for something.

"You are a man of strength." He says finally, letting go of Wesley and sitting back. "I knew from the moment I first saw you."

He doesn't know if but for Fisk he knows he'll try. Fisk had said he needed Wesley by his side, and Wesley intended to stay there.

"You are a man of strength"

Kill me now.

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