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How much you wanna booty dances while singing along to Nicki Minaj?

There will come a day where Matt is gonna need help with a thing. He will not ask for help with the thing.

So true, so true! And this whole thing was funny and sweet. :-)

Ah, a wild update! This continues to be great. Fisk's demeanor is full of that careful, plodding tone and Matt is a brilliant contrast with his nervy energy and uncertain lying. I am really enjoying the way your story is progressing.

Would you consider linking in the WIP thread? This might get more attention then.

Oh, all the misunderstandings! If only we didn't love the humor and drama they gave us. XD

This is super adorable. I especially like the lil shout out to Karen for being awesome at the end. And the giggle loop XD <3

YAAAAS I have been waiting for an update on this! Thank you author thank you thank you! And now we're finally at the point of confrontation over the man in the mask OH MY GOD, good so good. Can't wait to see how that goes!

This was unexpectedly hilarious. Foggy and Karen were great.

OP - omg send help, i can't stop laughiiiiing~ XD

"No," Karen said; she was smiling, and her lips were terribly thin. Foggy could see the whites of her eyes. "I'm going to start screaming as loud as I can in a minute, because some people can't take a hint."

"aaaahhhh," Karen said, very quietly.

AHAHAHAHA! You need to write all the Karen Page fic, because her voice is spot on. <3

Foggy's voice was also hilarious (I Told You So, Don't Date The Mob, Murdock. hahaha)

omg and Poor Matt! Baby..... ;_;

Yeah, he's definitely not going to be able to keep it together when they finally manage to talk to him. Poor lamb.

This was supposed to be one part of part six. Instead it's the whole part so this is looking to be a part more. If that makes sense. More fic anyway. Also these characters just keep doing things and I have a plot that they just want to ignore and it's frustrating... but there is now some plot. Of sorts. A tiny bit. Blink and you'll miss it. But there.

Foggy settles into the lounge and a moment later Matt settles in beside him. Matt?

Acknowledgement?

What now? There's a vague sense of restlessness in Foggy that's making him want to pace or twitch or do something so he's moving. He can't stand being idle and useless. It's close to the worst feeling in the world.

Matt picks up on it; Foggy can feel him feeling it. Which is definitely an experience. He casts his mind around, thinking for something to do. Matt does something that basically feels like the mental equivalent of raising an eyebrow and Foggy elbows him lightly.

'Oh! I need clothes.' Both men jump when Foggy speaks aloud and he shifts to thoughts. Need clothes cleanpresentableimportant before tomorrow. Can't go to work importantmeprofessionalmeimportant in this.

Borrow some of mine smelllikeme/mine/pleasure. Foggy jolts at the thought of Matt's but before he can look into it, it's covered by another thought. There should be something that fits? Matt runs through his wardrobe in a vast collection of sensations and remembered braille that flashes by too fast for Foggy to make any sense of. Something? Uncertain.

Foggy flashes his mental image of himself to Matt and Matt sits up abruptly. Too big for your skintight stuff Matty- what?

Foggy? Matt pushes at Foggy's mind and after a moment, Foggy lets him in deeper. Then Matt's pulling up every memory Foggy has Mirror/photo/carwindow/MattandI/Me/Mirror/shave/fat/me and running through them. He focuses on Foggy's memory of a photo of the pair of them taken by Marci, the one where Matt has one arm over Foggy's shoulders and they're both laughing. Matt broke his glasses the day before so it's the only photo Foggy has of them where you can see Matt's eyes.

Us. Ususususususus. Foggy, US.

Us. He - no they, Matt's so close and all Foggy can feel/sense/be is Matt - fishes into their pocket for their photo, where Foggy keeps a digital copy of the usually framed photo. The part of them that is Matt runs a finger down Foggy's virtual before touching Matt's face.

US They think with Matt's wonder. Happyfriendsus

Slowly it dawns on the part that is Matt how close they are and he pulls back. Foggy takes his first breath that is his alone for a long moment and it feels empty... like a part of him just died. Lossconfusednolikeitasis

Agreement. But... we need a me and you. Matt is pressed to Foggy's side and he backs off, leaving that side as cold as the chill in Foggy's mind/heart/soul. But he can feel the guilt Matt's feeling IdidthisoverwhelmFoggy so he doesn't comment.

In fact... Foggy pushes forward and Matt freezes. Then he relaxes and lets Foggy in; stinking into his friend's mind. They sigh in unison at the feeling and the part that is Foggy pulls back, sure the Matt part understands it was not whelmFoggyguiltmonster but lovehugfriendMattcomfortable.

'Whoa.' Matt is breathing heavily and has shuffled back to sitting against Foggy's side. His head drops, so it's resting on Foggy's shoulder.

'Yeah.' Foggy shifts his head so it's now resting on Matt's. The closeness warms him, chasing out the chill that the mental separation leaves. 'We totally have to do that again.'

A hum of agreement. They sit in contented silence for a long moment.

Matt's phone breaks it. 'Karen. Karen. Karen.'

Shit, Karen friendwhatfrustration. Matt locates the phone in a moment and dives at it, answering it in a quick motion.

'Karen?'

'Matt! You're home, right?'

'Yes?' Foggy feels Matt extend his senses and they freeze at the scent of jasmine/whiskey/badcoffee and a faint but familiar heartbeat that's getting louder with every moment.

Karen speaking brings Matt out of his focus. 'Okay, okay. Look, I'm really sorry but I... I cannot justify this and I'm sorry but I have to see.' There's a long pause. 'I'm coming up your stairs.'

Foggy should be angry that Karen couldn't even give them the day but he knows if it had been Matt and Karen doing this... well he wouldn't have waited this long. He admires her restraint. Matt is...

Matt is resigned. How much do you want to tell her?

Me?!

Trustsuretyfriendship. I don't like lying but I think it's necessary. But I'm not going to make you do it for me. It's your choice.

Thanks Matt. So helpful.

********

Matt feels like he's just put his head up against a loaded gun and given Foggy the trigger. But somehow he's not at all concerned; he knows Foggy will make the right choice.

Too bad Foggy doesn't.

What, no Matt; we need to talk communicatechosenotfightbetrayal this out and make choices and decisions together usfriendstogetherchoose not just me deciding. Matt can feel his panic, his whatifigetitwrong/nolies/protectKaren/ohGod and instead of worrying him, he finds it reassuring. Foggy will decide the right thing.

You are the least helpful friend hateyouloveyoudamnyou and this is not helpful.

Karen knocks on the door and Foggy's panic skyrockets. Matt decides it might be best if he answered it.

'Matt?' she calls as he walks towards the door. 'I know Foggy said tomor-'

'But you couldn't wait?' He smiles as he opens the door and steps aside so Karen can pass.

But she freezes and Matt can hear how her heart rate has increased. She's angry?

Angry, angry. Foggy confirms.

'You... look okay?' While her tone is questioning, it's not mild. I think she thinks we've lied to her.

Matt shrugs and heads back towards Foggy who is still on the lounge. 'I wasn't ever in physical danger.'

'Bullshit,' Foggy snaps and Matt hears Karen's jump. She didn't think Foggy was going to be here? 'Your heart was failing-'

'WHAT?' Her footsteps sound and Matt has just enough time to brace himself before she's grabbed his shoulders and trying to turn him. Matt allows himself to be turned. 'Matt! What happened?'

Foggy sends Matt an image of himself (!) being manhandled by a tall, blonde woman. Karen?

Karen. Matt drinks in the image, every bit as lovely as he thought she'd be. It's not quite like seeing Foggy was but it's certainly a good feeling. The woman in question continues to - gently - manhandle Matt over to the lounge and Foggy shuffles up so she can push Matt back onto it. Karen begins to run her hands over him, checking him for injuries and Matt has to shift so she'll avoid touching one of his apparently worrying looking scars. You okay buddy?

You tell me. Matt challenges, aware Foggy knows as well as he does that Matt is overwhelmed and not really okay. Because that's Karen and he can see and it's nearly as foreign as it had been when he first lost his sight and got his senses. Thank goodness for Foggy's mind acting as a buffer or Matt isn't sure how aware he would be.

'Guys, please?' Karen sounds a bit desperate and Matt abruptly realises this is not the first time his name - and Foggy's - has been called. 'What happened?'

'It's a long story-'

'Start at the beginning.'

Foggy? Where do we start? ProtectKaren/nolies/chooseright/youindanger/protect

If I'd known to be careful, I wouldn't be in this position. Foggy finally decides and Matt feels the decision being made. Karen deserves that. Her life is no safer if she's liesbetrayed in the dark. I wasn't targeted because I knew Daredevil anyway fear/randomstranger?/Daredevil/Matt/phone/help/save. They didn't know that.

Wait, what? What confusion whatwhat what? Foggy, tellme!whatconfusion what do you mean?

'The beginning then.' Foggy ignores the beginning of Matt's freak out and leans forward. 'It starts with Daredevil.'

'Daredevil?' Karen stops checking Matt for injuries and he feels the movement as she shifts her head to look at Foggy. 'What does he have to do with th...'Matt knows, from Foggy, that understanding is beginning to dawn on her face but-

'It begins with Daredevil because that's... that's me. I'm Daredevil Karen.'

- he's going to say it anyway. Because that's what Foggy wants.

The gun has been fired. Now to see if there's a bullet in it.

Foggy doesn’t even really seem surprised when Matt doesn’t obey his command to kneel.

“What if I don’t?” Matt asks.

“Then I’ll ask you why not.”

“What if I don’t have a good reason?”

There is a slight rustle, Foggy moving behind him. It’s not any particular sort of movement, no goal in mind, just a solid reminder of his presence.

“I think,” Foggy says, “A better question might be what would happen if you do.”

Foggy listened to his story quietly and without judgment. Matt kept most of it in, of course- he didn’t tell Foggy about Stick, didn’t mention his nightly activities, didn’t even really say what it is he does in his daily life. But somehow, even with all of that restrained, it still felt like he was giving more information than he’d ever shared before.

He told him about how he first presented- dropping to his knees in the rough gravel out back of his middle school when another boy, high on his own new presentation, had commanded it. He could breathe in the surprise and fear from a brand new Dom who hadn’t really expected that to work.

“I still have a scar on my knee from the rocks,” he said.

Oddly enough, Foggy didn’t ask to see it. Most Doms who had heard this story would, and with the trousers Matt was wearing today, that would involve taking off his pants. Most Doms ordered him to show it anyway, although it had been years since Matt had. He thought, though, that this time, if Foggy asked, maybe he would do it.

Foggy didn’t ask.

“Do you still feel like you have to kneel whenever a Dom tells you?” he asked. When Matt didn’t respond, his voice took a harder tone. “Kneel.”

Matt growled back at him automatically.

He heard the creak of the plastic chair as Foggy leaned back. “I thought so,” he said. Rather than offended, he sounded almost satisfied.

“Are you going to train me to kneel on command whenever some pimply ball of hormones goes on a power trip?” Matt snapped, since the other option was to cover his mouth and apologize.

“Do you want me to?” Foggy asked. “Because typically I’m not a fan of the whole ‘a sub is everyone’s property’ mentality, but if that’s something you want-“

“No!”

For the first time, Foggy’s heart sounded almost startled, by the volume, if nothing else.

“Okay,” he said. “Relax, dude. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do, okay?” He spoke gently, like he was soothing a wild animal, and suddenly Matt wanted nothing more than to be soothed.

“I apologize,” he said stiffly. “That was out of line.”

But Foggy still didn’t seem offended. “We haven’t drawn a line yet,” he said. “Now, let me tell you what I do, okay?”

Matt nodded.

“You know that this is a training center for wayward subs. Probably, someone has convinced you that the emphasis is on the training. And we do some of that- sometimes people want to learn how to orgasm on command, or need reminders to be obedient. Sometimes people need to get away from abusive Doms. Sometimes, they just need a little guidance. You, my friend, I feel like you’re in the last category there.”

Matt breathed in to steady himself. “So how would you guide me?” he asked. “And don’t tell me I have to decide, because I have no idea.”

“Okay,” Foggy said, gentle. “I think you need a soft hand. You’re not made of glass, you’re strong enough to take pretty much anything I throw at you, I would guess. But you’ve had plenty of discipline in your life, and don’t try to tell me you haven’t. I think you can control yourself just fine. What you need is to trust someone enough to let them do that for you.”

When Matt didn’t respond, he leaned forward again. There was a sound like he was about to reach his hand out, but it didn’t touch the other man.

“Now,” he said, firmly. “Let’s get something to eat, get to know each other, and you can tell me a little more about how you wound up here.”

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh *bites nails*

*Already typing the next chapter*

I just love Brett and Foggy friendship to pieces, I hope we get to see more of it next season.

So glad you're enjoying, and yeah, Foggy's in for it. But so is Matt. :P

Oooh, that's always good to hear! I'll try to keep it up. :)

!!! oh my god, this is so terribly good, i love it to bits, the way foggy's Responsible Human behavior contrasts against matt's Sad Lunatic behavior is just so excellent.

I love this.

“That was out of line.”
But Foggy still didn’t seem offended. “We haven’t drawn a line yet,” he said.
--- <3 <3 <3 I love this! This is delightful!

Yup, US, PST! :D

My art leaves much to be desired as well, but I feel more like drawing than writing lately (unfortunately for my own works in progress), so. XD And hey, with the puzzle upside down, it'll be easier than the last time I drew a puzzle and had to take into account what part of the picture would be on each of the scattered pieces! :P

^{More fic is always a good thing! :D And characters ignoring intended plot are exactly why I'm feeling stuck on two of my fics... XD}

OP here!

importantmeprofessionalmeimportant
--- Awww, Foggy. <3

Borrow some of mine smelllikeme/mine/pleasure.
--- AWWWW, MATTTTTT OMG <3 <3 <3

Then Matt's pulling up every memory Foggy has Mirror/photo/carwindow/MattandI/Me/Mirror/shave/fat/me and running through them.
--- MATT DIVING INTO IMAGES OF FOGGY OH GOD YES. AND THEIR SENSES OF SELF MERGING. OH, GOSH. AND MATT'S STUPID GUILT DAMMIT MATTHEW.

And Foggy is an angel. ;_; A precious angel.

'Okay, okay. Look, I'm really sorry but I... I cannot justify this and I'm sorry but I have to see.' There's a long pause. 'I'm coming up your stairs.'
--- OH MY GOD KAREN. DAMMIT.

he knows if it had been Matt and Karen doing this... well he wouldn't have waited this long.
--- YEAH, BUT THAT'S YOU AND MATT, YOU GUYS ARE BEST FRIENDS WITH YEARS OF RAPPORT.

he knows Foggy will make the right choice.
Too bad Foggy doesn't.
--- Oh god, I thought you meant "Too bad, he doesn't make the right choice after all" and panicked. XD

instead of worrying him, he finds it reassuring. Foggy will decide the right thing.
You are the least helpful friend hateyouloveyoudamnyou and this is not helpful.
--- XD

I wasn't targeted because I knew Daredevil anyway fear/randomstranger?/Daredevil/Matt/phone/help/save. They didn't know that.
Wait, what? What confusion whatwhat what? Foggy, tellme!whatconfusion what do you mean?
'The beginning then.' Foggy ignores the beginning of Matt's freak out and leans forward. 'It starts with Daredevil.'
--- YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS GO FOGGY

Oh mannn I'm at the edge of my seat! (Well... I'm sitting on my carpet so I'm at the not-edge of my floor, but... you know what I mean!)

Awwwwwwww.

Foggy has a hand around the back of his neck.

“I may not be strong enough take you down,” he says, in a low growl. “But you will go down anyway for me, won’t you, Matt?”

“What if I don’t?” Matt asks, as much as his knees were quaking at the possessive twitch of fingers behind him.

“No more hypotheticals,” Foggy says. “I’m giving you ten seconds. You can go down, or you can fight me and find out what happens. Ten.”

“Aren’t you going to ask to fuck me?” Matt asked, at the end of their first appointment.

He could hear something troubling happening in Foggy’s stomach that was likely nothing to do with the plain sandwiches they had eaten.

“At least you suggested that I ask this time,” Foggy said, too lightly. “I guess that’s progress!”

“That’s not an answer.”

Foggy stopped, his cheap shoes scuffing against the tile. “No,” he said. “I’m not going to ask you. Or tell you, for that matter. That’s not what this is about, Matt. Sex is beside the point at the moment. Okay?”

Matt nodded, and wondered whether he was supposed to feel relieved or disappointed.

He did go back, though. Three sessions, he went back, and he wasn’t sure why each time. At the end of every session, Foggy walked him to the door, stopped, and said “I hope I’ll see you next time,” with a warm hand on Matt’s shoulder. Usually, it was the only time they would touch.

They didn’t seem to do much in these sessions. They talked about Matt’s sexual history, some, about the Doms who wanted to do everything for him because he was blind and about the ones who thought they could control him from the outset. Foggy was kind and nonjudgmental, but more than that, he was funny, and smart, and he never pushed.

The fourth time he came, Foggy was already waiting for him in the hall, and Matt didn’t even both to pretend that he didn’t know Foggy’s there.

“Good to see you again,” Foggy said, and Matt knew that it was genuine. “I’d planned something a little different for today. Are you up for it?”

Matt shifted his cane to the other hand. “What exactly are we talking about here?”

“No sex,” Foggy said immediately, reading his mind. “We’ll go into the back room, and you can show me some of the things we’ve been talking about. Nothing that pushes the limits we talked about last time, okay?”

Matt licked his lips, considering, and felt a little prickle of self-satisfaction at the way Foggy’s heart skipped a beat. “Okay,” he agrees, finally.

The back room, it turned out, was a large setup that might have once been a garage. Matt could feel hard concrete under his shoes. Foggy moved through it quietly, flicking on lights- Matt could hear them buzzing- and shuffling things around. The room smelled like leather and cleaning fluids, and Matt shivered at the things his mind conjured up- the leather implements and what might have been cleaned off of them. The smell of blood was still strong under it all.

“You’re going to have to kneel,” Foggy said softly.

Matt didn’t move. “What are you doing to do to me?” he asked.

“I’m not going to do anything to you,” Foggy said. “You will breathe, and relax, and follow my orders. I will not hurt you, I will not try to have sex with you, and because you can trust me, you will obey my orders. And you will kneel.”

Matt felt the concrete under his knees before he realized that he was obeying.

Foggy chuckled. “I meant for you to wait a moment,” he said. “I can get a mat for you, Matt.”

Of all the stupid things that he had had Doms try to do to him, none of them had ever made a pun at him.

“I’m fine,” Matt said anyway. “I can handle it.”

A hand touched the back of his neck, and Matt wondered if Foggy was intentionally making enough noise behind him to warn him for this. “Yes, you’re very tough,” he said. “Now stand up, and I’ll tell you where to kneel.”

Matt obeyed.

There was a shuffling noise, and Foggy pulled something plastic and recently cleaned out of a wardrobe in one corner.

He dropped it down in front of the standing sub. “Okay,” he said. “You can kneel now.”

“Seriously?” Matt asked. “That’s your command? ‘You can kneel now’?”

“Are you going to kneel, or not?” he asked.

Matt set his jaw. “I don’t think I will, no.”

“What’s your word?” Foggy asked.

“Why, are you going to beat me bloody and try to make me submit?”

“I said I wasn’t going to hurt you, Matt,” Foggy repeated, and his voice was soft and gentle. “I keep my word. You can say ‘no’ at any time, and I will stop. But some people like to have a safeword anyway, something that will help them feel free to use it.”

When Matt hesitated, his voice went quieter. “This isn’t a test, Matt,” he said. “We’re not playing with consent here. You tell me to stop, you will. But I need to know if there’s another word I should be listening for.”

“Red,” Matt whispered.

Foggy didn’t touch him, but the feeling of someone moving behind him, so close his skin prickled. “Good boy,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Now you can kneel. The mat’s right in front of you, you should drop down right onto it.”

Matt knelt.

This time, Foggy didn’t pause before he stepped over to the side of the room. He opened something that Matt could hear humming like a mini fridge, and took out a plate that smelled like plastic wrap.

“Focus,” Foggy said firmly.

“I am focused,” Matt complained.

“No you’re not.” Foggy didn’t bother to turn around. “You’re trying to figure out what I’m doing. I see it in subs all the time when I blindfold them. You, I don’t normally see that in you. Now focus on your breathing. In and out.”

Matt breathed on the same pace that Foggy set for him.

“In.”

He breathed in.

“Out.”

He breathed out.

“You’re still not focusing,” Foggy said after a moment.

“In, out, in, out.” Matt breathed exaggeratedly. “I get it.”

“Clearly you don’t,” he said. “We’re going to start again. Breathe in. In.”

Matt breathed in, then out.

“In, Matthew.”

“I did breathe in,” Matt said. He couldn’t keep the whine out of his voice.

“And you breathed out before I told you to,” Foggy replied. “Breathe in, hold it. Trust me that I won’t push you farther than you can take.”

“Eventually I’m going to have to breathe out,” Matt pointed out. “I’ll actually just pass out if I don’t keep breathing, it’s not all a matter of self-control.”

“Did I say self-control?” Foggy’s head tilted. “I said trust me. I know your body’s limits, Matty. I’ll stop you before you stop yourself. Okay?”

Slowly, Matt nodded.

He felt a heavy hand on his shoulder. More and more, Foggy’s touches were starting to feel like rewards. “Breathe in.”

Matt breathed.

Oh, my god, as someone with sensory issues who has done this EXACT THING over really objectively minor shit, this is just amazing.

I also love Foggy and Matt's banter, the way Foggy is gentle with him but doesn't let him get away with shit. Amazing.

*quiet friendly screaming*

okay. in a minute, I will have to quote all of the lines and talk to you about how absolutely fucking delicate and gorgeous this is. the tension. but right now i'm just going to roll around in it, okay? okay. good.

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