So this is a little different from the prompt and is basically what happens when an asexual person tries to write flirting when said asexual doesn't even know how to flirt. But yes. I have more ideas and this is gonna gradually turn into Matt being like 'what have I done they keep calling me and sending me gifts why are actual feelings involved no i did not sign up for this'. I hope this is ok!!
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He hadn’t been expecting Fisk to arrive at the gallery.
Matt didn’t need to turn towards him, there was no need for such a pointless gesture, but he found himself doing it regardless. His senses mapped him out in a moment, the slow and steady heartbeat, the tall and muscular physique, the scent of shaving cream and plain shower gel, and Matt knew that he would now be able to pick him out in a crowd in an instant. There was the smell of blood too, old and light, a stain that could never truly be washed away. It wasn’t on his clothes it was…cufflinks. He must wear them everywhere, even when he was fighting, which was interesting. Did they mean something to him?
He realised he was clenching his free hand, realised that his smile had dropped, and he forced himself to relax.
This had not been part of the plan.
But he was looking for insight into Fisk. And here the man was. Matt could adapt to that.
Vanessa was introducing them but she did not know his second name. Ah. This could present a problem. He was, after all, on the opposite end of a case against Fisk. He needed to handle this properly.
“Murdock.” He supplied, keeping his tone light, almost apologetic. “Matthew Murdock.”
Fisk definitely recognised his name and Matt offered his hand as a peace offering. The man shook it and Matt allowed himself the flinch at how large that hand was. He was already factoring the man’s size into the inevitable future fight they’d be having. Matt let the fear out now, let the anxiety of facing a man that outweighed him a great deal flood to the surface, angling it to be seen as worry over being opponents in a legal case. The larger man reacted by softening his grip, holding Matt’s hand almost tenderly, and wasn’t that a surprise? Matt didn’t bother to hide his smile, let himself grin widely, and heard Fisk’s heart stutter in response. Oh. So he liked attractive men as well as women? He could work with this.
His senses told him a lot. And he knew exactly how attractive people thought he was.
“I’m familiar with your work.” Fisk’s voice was oddly soft, hesitant, a little awkward even. It was as if he was used to being bigger and stronger than everyone else and tried to tone it down in public. It was as if he felt like he didn’t fit.
“We’re a small practise.” Matt replied. “Just…trying to do some good. This city deserves to be fought for.”
Fisk was still holding his hand.
“I agree completely.”
Hmm. Honesty. More than that…vehement agreement. Matt hadn’t meant to let some of his own passion for helping Hell’s Kitchen into his voice but he hadn’t quite been able to keep it out. So Fisk genuinely thought he was doing good? That was…not entirely unexpected. But it was nice to have it confirmed.
“Not many people do.” Matt responded, realising he had been quiet for a beat too long.
Fisk let go of his hand. “No, they don’t.”
“Matthew was looking for some advice on art,” Vanessa cut in, something sly in her tone. “he wanted to ask a man of…taste.”
She was looking at Matt when she said it.
Perfect. Sometimes flirting with two people at once caused friction. But now that he knew that they were both interested he did not have to worry about that too much.
“Buy whatever she tells you to.” Fisk replied lightly, a smile clear in his voice.
“Good advice.” Matt replied with a smile of his own. He realised too late that the smile was a strained one, a smile that was too false, but there was nothing he could do about it.
“Is everything alright?” There appeared to be genuine concern in Vanessa’s voice. Did she know about who Fisk really was? Did she care? Was she part of this too?
“Fine.” Matt replied, forcing his thoughts back to the situation. He could not afford to let himself get distracted. It did not take advanced senses to know that she would not believe that and he wanted to encourage her interest in him, wanted to make it blossom into something that he could use, and so he allowed himself to bite his lip anxiously. “I- the art, I mean, I’m sure it’s beautiful…but I can’t enjoy it.”
He let himself stutter, because he would never see the sky again, never see a sunset, and- it was painful. It did hurt.
“You helped my friend with a case recently. That’s how I know of your work. You saved him a great deal of stress with your aid. I would like to...” here Fisk trailed off, his head turning to Vanessa, they must have shared a look because she laughed softy.
“What Wilson is trying to say is that he would like to thank you for your help,” she paused, still looking at Fisk, and if Matt wasn’t mistaken she added a hint of mischievousness into her voice. “personally.”
There was blood rushing to Fisk’s cheeks. Was he blushing?
Matt let out a small laugh of his own. It was time to pull back and see if they gave chase. “That’s quite alright, I have taken up quite enough of your time.”
Vanessa settled her hand on his arm gently. “No trouble at all Matthew. You should join us for dinner tonight.”
“I wouldn’t want to impose.” But Matt allowed himself to smile. “You two make such a charming couple.”
Fisk answered this time in his soft but firm tone. “It would be no imposition. Come to dinner with us.”
There was something confident there, something commanding, and Matt tilted his head a little in interest. It was interesting how his enemy could be so soft, seemed to have a vulnerable side that Matt was literally within touching distance of, and all he had to do was go to dinner with them to learn more? There were bigger prices to pay for information.
“Alright, Mr Fisk.” Matt replied carefully.
“Call me Wilson.”
* Bonus: Matt telling Foggy was he was doing last night.
“Oh, I just had dinner with Vanessa and Wilson Fisk.”
“You did WHAT?”
“It was just dinner Foggy.”
“WHAT? MATT NO.” * Yeah, so...mini fill for now but...should be more soon? Sorry for any mistakes :/ kinda put this up in a rush.
Wherein Matt seduces the fuck out of Vanessa and Fisk without really meaning to, bless him (1/?)
*
He hadn’t been expecting Fisk to arrive at the gallery.
Matt didn’t need to turn towards him, there was no need for such a pointless gesture, but he found himself doing it regardless. His senses mapped him out in a moment, the slow and steady heartbeat, the tall and muscular physique, the scent of shaving cream and plain shower gel, and Matt knew that he would now be able to pick him out in a crowd in an instant. There was the smell of blood too, old and light, a stain that could never truly be washed away. It wasn’t on his clothes it was…cufflinks. He must wear them everywhere, even when he was fighting, which was interesting. Did they mean something to him?
He realised he was clenching his free hand, realised that his smile had dropped, and he forced himself to relax.
This had not been part of the plan.
But he was looking for insight into Fisk. And here the man was. Matt could adapt to that.
Vanessa was introducing them but she did not know his second name. Ah. This could present a problem. He was, after all, on the opposite end of a case against Fisk. He needed to handle this properly.
“Murdock.” He supplied, keeping his tone light, almost apologetic. “Matthew Murdock.”
Fisk definitely recognised his name and Matt offered his hand as a peace offering. The man shook it and Matt allowed himself the flinch at how large that hand was. He was already factoring the man’s size into the inevitable future fight they’d be having. Matt let the fear out now, let the anxiety of facing a man that outweighed him a great deal flood to the surface, angling it to be seen as worry over being opponents in a legal case. The larger man reacted by softening his grip, holding Matt’s hand almost tenderly, and wasn’t that a surprise? Matt didn’t bother to hide his smile, let himself grin widely, and heard Fisk’s heart stutter in response. Oh. So he liked attractive men as well as women? He could work with this.
His senses told him a lot. And he knew exactly how attractive people thought he was.
“I’m familiar with your work.” Fisk’s voice was oddly soft, hesitant, a little awkward even. It was as if he was used to being bigger and stronger than everyone else and tried to tone it down in public. It was as if he felt like he didn’t fit.
“We’re a small practise.” Matt replied. “Just…trying to do some good. This city deserves to be fought for.”
Fisk was still holding his hand.
“I agree completely.”
Hmm. Honesty. More than that…vehement agreement. Matt hadn’t meant to let some of his own passion for helping Hell’s Kitchen into his voice but he hadn’t quite been able to keep it out. So Fisk genuinely thought he was doing good? That was…not entirely unexpected. But it was nice to have it confirmed.
“Not many people do.” Matt responded, realising he had been quiet for a beat too long.
Fisk let go of his hand. “No, they don’t.”
“Matthew was looking for some advice on art,” Vanessa cut in, something sly in her tone. “he wanted to ask a man of…taste.”
She was looking at Matt when she said it.
Perfect. Sometimes flirting with two people at once caused friction. But now that he knew that they were both interested he did not have to worry about that too much.
“Buy whatever she tells you to.” Fisk replied lightly, a smile clear in his voice.
“Good advice.” Matt replied with a smile of his own. He realised too late that the smile was a strained one, a smile that was too false, but there was nothing he could do about it.
“Is everything alright?” There appeared to be genuine concern in Vanessa’s voice. Did she know about who Fisk really was? Did she care? Was she part of this too?
“Fine.” Matt replied, forcing his thoughts back to the situation. He could not afford to let himself get distracted. It did not take advanced senses to know that she would not believe that and he wanted to encourage her interest in him, wanted to make it blossom into something that he could use, and so he allowed himself to bite his lip anxiously. “I- the art, I mean, I’m sure it’s beautiful…but I can’t enjoy it.”
He let himself stutter, because he would never see the sky again, never see a sunset, and- it was painful. It did hurt.
“You helped my friend with a case recently. That’s how I know of your work. You saved him a great deal of stress with your aid. I would like to...” here Fisk trailed off, his head turning to Vanessa, they must have shared a look because she laughed softy.
“What Wilson is trying to say is that he would like to thank you for your help,” she paused, still looking at Fisk, and if Matt wasn’t mistaken she added a hint of mischievousness into her voice. “personally.”
There was blood rushing to Fisk’s cheeks. Was he blushing?
Matt let out a small laugh of his own. It was time to pull back and see if they gave chase. “That’s quite alright, I have taken up quite enough of your time.”
Vanessa settled her hand on his arm gently. “No trouble at all Matthew. You should join us for dinner tonight.”
“I wouldn’t want to impose.” But Matt allowed himself to smile. “You two make such a charming couple.”
Fisk answered this time in his soft but firm tone. “It would be no imposition. Come to dinner with us.”
There was something confident there, something commanding, and Matt tilted his head a little in interest. It was interesting how his enemy could be so soft, seemed to have a vulnerable side that Matt was literally within touching distance of, and all he had to do was go to dinner with them to learn more? There were bigger prices to pay for information.
“Alright, Mr Fisk.” Matt replied carefully.
“Call me Wilson.”
*
Bonus: Matt telling Foggy was he was doing last night.
“Oh, I just had dinner with Vanessa and Wilson Fisk.”
“You did WHAT?”
“It was just dinner Foggy.”
“WHAT? MATT NO.”
*
Yeah, so...mini fill for now but...should be more soon? Sorry for any mistakes :/ kinda put this up in a rush.