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A tuxedoed Matt Murdock made something of a very pretty picture. It was no surprise to Fisk’s lawyer that the young man’s appearance caused something of a disturbance in the prison or that he was greeted by a series of catcalls and obscene invitations. Murdock had blushed, clearly humiliated and Donovan had politely ignored the cries and offered his support. He could feel Murdock tense as he held on to his arm, and by the time they entered Fisk’s cell the young man’s nerves had gotten the better of him and he was leaning heavily, almost curling up into him.

In spite of his nerves it didn’t detract from how brave he thought the younger man was. There were days, and he was Fisk’s lawyer and on his side for goddamn sake, that he felt the same way when confronting his client. If Fisk had hurt and threatened him the way he had Murdock then there was no way in hell he would ever face him willingly again. In a startling moment of clarity it occurred to him it did not matter what your relationship was to Fisk – the only safety to be had was in distance and he himself was treading a dangerous path. There was no way to tell how Wilson might react to something – and no tell either if he was about to erupt into a murderous rage. Sooner or later he might screw up. Fisk was a totally new creature to Donovan and all the more worrying for it. Beneath his seemingly calm exterior Donovan would not have been surprised to hear there was true madness raging.

At the door Murdock stiffened, as if aware of Fisk’s presence and that the large man’s beady little eyes were steadily trained on him. He took a deep breath, his shivers subsiding and made a conscious effort to untangle himself from Donovan, who reached out to take his cane. Without it Murdock looked even more fragile and a part of him felt something akin to shame. He quickly stamped down on it.

Objectively speaking, Donovan thought, it was a startling tableau. The large cell literally papered in what must be by now thousands of candid images of Murdock in various poses, and the lawyer himself standing in the midst of all that madness totally oblivious to his own image repeated again and again over the walls. There was not one square inch left uncovered. The table had been pushed aside and set for what looked like a rather intimate dinner. And, slap bang in the middle of it all, that large mountain of a man, Wilson Fisk. Even though he was set further back in the room he towered over the slender figure of Murdock.

Fisk, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth was greedily devouring the sight of Matt Murdock. Donovan shuddered, reminded of a childhood bully who only looked truly happy when he was torturing some small animal. Fisk still hadn’t looked away from Matt, seemingly lost for a moment. When he finally spoke his lawyer jumped.

“Thank you, Donovan. I’ll send for you when I am ready.” Fisk’s laser like focus had not shifted once throughout the dismissal; he was still staring at Matt Murdock.

--

Matt had no time for Donovan. He was the exact kind of lawyer he despised; slick, duplicitous and without scruples, but when he left the room he felt his loss keenly.

Deep breath, Murdock. Focus.

They were alone in the cell. The wing had been abandoned and the nearest men were out of sight if not earshot, stationed at the security doors several metres away. Fisk moved and was standing in front of him now and Matt braced himself for a hit. It didn’t come.

The cell was large. Obviously all pretence at Fisk not running this prison had been dropped. His room (definitely not a cell) was comfortably furnished and there was a table set for dinner in the corner. There was… something odd with the walls. It looked like hundreds and hundreds of documents of various sizes had been fixed to the walls. Matt had no idea what they were but their haphazard arrangement played havoc with his senses.

Fisk stepped closer and Matt, startled, took a step backwards until he forced himself to still. He was a Murdock, he could do this. “Mr. Fisk. You wanted to talk?”

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Yaaassssssssss >D

Oh poor Matt, getting cat-called by all the inmates (he is SO pretty tho), heh. A strategic move on Fisk's part, so further unnerve him.

And now Fisk's going to have him for dinner.... hehehehe

AYRT

All I can say is thank you for the fantastic prompt. I'm really enjoying filling this - if there is anything you want incorporated let me know.

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Is it terrible that I want Fisk to be a creep and take Matt's glasses off him? Just completely railroad over his personal space without actually touching him.

(I love the callback to the comics, with the creepy gallery scene)

I am laughing so hard. Spoiler alert: that is EXACTLY what I have Fisk do next.

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(I've been shamelessly perving over DD season 2 today. Again. But yes, that boy is very pretty)

Matt always so polite "Mr. Fisk" damn. MAN

Well he did sign a thing saying he'd only refer to him as "Mr Fisk" >D

Oh my goshhh, I can just see Matt getting (even more)over his head and not telling anyone because he'd blame himself for getting into this mess and "you can't create problems and then save us from them Matt" would make him feel like he has to deal with it alone.

Oh poor Matt, he sounds so vulnerable in this. A+ job on the POVs by the way

“Yes, I did. I’m glad you could make it, Matthew.”

Like I had a choice, Matt thought resentfully and not liking the way his name sounded on Fisk’s tongue. For one fleeting moment he fantasised about making his escape. But he couldn’t. Not when there was the smallest hint of a threat to Foggy and the delivered package had clearly been that. Nonetheless, it was unnerving how Fisk was still focusing in on him, studying him with relish while Matt could not trace any noticeable shift in his heartbeat. It had been that way with Fisk from the start. Any moment now he could be facing that beating he had expected all day and there would be no hint of it coming.

It was while he was distracted and lost in thought that Fisk made his move, and so surprising Matt he flinched. Fisk was standing directly before him, too close for any sort of comfort and grossly invading his personal space. It was intimate. He could feel the larger man’s breath ghosting over his face and Matt held his own as Wilson Fisk raised his hands, hesitantly, and reached for his face, his fingers gently grasping his sunglasses and removing them. It was a loaded moment and Matt had to force himself to still as Fisk scrutinised him for several long moments.

Without thinking Matt had angled his head, hating how vulnerable the loss of eyewear made him feel but not allowing him to hide his face. Foggy had told him once his features betrayed him often and always and that his best hope in keeping any secrets was to mask his eyes. He half-jokingly begged him never to enter a courtroom without them.

To his surprise Fisk made an abortive reach for his face, almost as if to caress him but at the last moment changed his mind. Matt let out a breath he had been holding for some time.

“Yes. That is much better. I can understand why you wear the glasses but from now on I would prefer you didn’t when we meet. I like how you look without them; younger, less guarded,” he waved the sunglasses. “And more like I imagined. Please, take my arm, Matthew.”

A large meaty arm was pressed to his side and Matt bizarrely found himself holding onto Fisk.

“I apologise for our less than salubrious surroundings. It’s not ideal for our first…” Fisk tapered off, as though realising he needed to change tactics. Matt was honestly confused; what did he mean?

Your first DATE, Matt!!! omg XD

I was a bit nervous posting this part, so thank you for making me laugh. Hope you enjoyed it x

This fic is amazing- Fisk is so creepy and Matt so alone. However, part of me wants to see Matt get sucked into this...and receive no help since it would be so angsty. And I really want Matt to end up hurt as Matt not DD and Fisk from prison acts against those who hurt Matt. More please!

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Yassss! Oh my god, he almost touched Matt's faaaaaaace!!! *rolls around in trash bin*

This continues to be amazingly creepy. Like the spider to the fly >D

Man, im5 flailing incoherently here. I dont know if its better or worse that Matt has no idea how obsessed Fisk is. He keeps expecting physical violence, when its another type of violence he should watch out for.

Man I hope this turns into a messed up stockholm syndrome thing

welp. Things are scalating quickly over here

This is sooo goood anon! You've really got Fisk's voice and Matt's unease down!

Thank you all for the great comments - It's good to know this little slow-burn fic has not been forgotten!

Normally, when Matt held on to someone’s arm there would be a distance between their bodies; with Fisk there was none. Instead, the man used the opportunity to crowd him until their bodies were uncomfortably close. Given their violent past it was unnatural to be so close to Fisk and passive. The man was huge and Matt felt dwarfed; every inch of him wanted to fight and push the large man away.

“I’m pleased you agreed to meet so we could talk face to face. I acted impulsively the last time we met and I let my anger carry me away. It was wrong of me, rude even. But so was your provocation in threatening Vanessa. Of course, now that we have come to an understanding any attempt to block her return to the States is off the cards. Permanently.” Despite the cordial tone there was a hint of steel lacing the polite words.

Matt nodded.

“Vanessa is very important to me, Matthew, so I will need you to be clearer than that.”

The words were like acid in his mouth but Matt forced himself to speak. “I understand Mr. Fisk. I will not do anything to stop her return.”

“Well, now we have that squared away we can eat. I enjoy special privileges and my friends here have prepared a meal you will enjoy.” Unbelievably, some sort of response was again wanted and Matt found himself nodding.

Fisk folded the glasses, placing them into a pocket while leading him to a table. It made Matt uncomfortable to be so visibly exposed to this man and it didn’t look like he would get his glasses back anytime soon. If the madman was not planning any acts of revenge or violence then what was this? Why were they meeting? He pulled out a chair and Matt found himself smoothly seated seconds later. It was another surprising move; he was literally expecting the chair to be pulled out from under him but it still hadn’t happened and he--

Stopped.

All his senses slammed to a halt as realisation hit home.

He could sense arousal. Fisk’s. For him.

There wasn’t a hint of change in the ever steady beat of Fisk’s heart but Matt could scent it, his arousal, the air was thick with it. Wilson Fisk was attracted to him. For one moment Matt felt the ridiculous urge to laugh before disquiet set in and then he wondered how he could use this against him. Later, it would only hit him that he hadn’t balked once at the thought of whoring himself out for his friends’ protection.

Over their friendship Foggy had often complained that Matt was unaware of the affect his looks had on people. Not true. In normal circumstances Matt could hear in minute detail the rhythm of interrupted heart beats and breath and a dozen other physiological details that told him what he needed. It had just never interested him and he learned to tune it out. As he was blind to the physical details that made someone attractive he had no interest in others who found themselves attracted to him merely because of his face or body. That wasn’t to say he had not used the initial attraction to charm. He could use that on his enemy if he had to.

Oh god. Is that why he’d been sent a tuxedo? To dress him up for their meeting so he would look pretty for the madman?

Fisk was hovering behind him as he sat, his beefy hands now gently resting on his shoulders and the warmth seeping through. It was not a pleasant sensation. Matt could barely breathe, painfully aware of how much trouble this new course was setting him on. When Fisk moved his right hand and lingered on the nape of his neck Matt had to physically stop himself from bolting.

He had to be wrong. Fisk and Vanessa were borderline obsessed with each other. Matt, for the sake of his friends, could not afford to get in the middle of that and Fisk would never risk his relationship with his lover like that. Matt had to be wrong. He wanted to be wrong.

His enemy finally left his side, taking the seat opposite him, his knees bumping into Matt’s constantly. He had to be messing with him. He was doing everything in his power to throw him off what he really wanted. Matt refused to be cowed and he pasted the best cocky smile he could summon in the circumstances.

“We’ve had our differences, you and I but I believe we understand each other. I am a man of his word: I don’t apologise easily unless I am sincere and to be honest I can’t remember ever doing so before. I hope you accept my apology for my behaviour? And that we can have a pleasant evening.”

The horrible sinking feeling in Matt’s stomach was back. This was sounding less and less like a punishment beating and more like a date. “I’m not here from choice. You threatened my friend-”

“I’m trying to be nice. I know we are approaching this from … difficult circumstances but if we want to make this work I need you to be fully on board, Matthew. It’s important that you understand that from the outset. And for the sake of our friends I am sure you will do all you can.”

“What exactly is it we need to make work? What is it you want?” Matthew blurted out. The idea that this could be sexual was still clawing at the edges of his mind and it was not a pleasant thought. But if it was … he could do it. It would be nothing and cost him little.

(Just my body)

If it was that then he would need to hear the words from Fisk before he made a horrible mistake. But the uncertainty, the not-quite understanding was not acceptable.

There was a pause. He could feel Fisk’s eyes focused on him while he tried not to hyperventilate.

“I’ve done my research: we share a very similar childhood, Matthew. On first glance we have a lot in common; we didn’t allow our weak fathers or humble beginnings to cripple us. We overcame that. And we both want to improve our city and we both work hard to that aim.”

“What does that have-”

“-My point is that this doesn’t have to be unpleasant. To be honest I think you could benefit from a benefactor. An older man who is invested in giving you all the chances you deserve while protecting you. New York is a wonderful city but it can be dangerous for an attractive young blind man. Even one as smart as you.”

omgggfff Matt may not be hyperventilating but I sure am. I love how intimidated, then even terrified, Matt is.

It's so good to see you back! <33

Oh my goodness--this is so good! Can't wait to see where this goes, the suspense is killing me!

Oh Matt things are getting more and more crazy for you

“Let’s get to the point, Mr. Fisk. You want to fuck me in return for not harming my friends.”

“Do not be crass, boy. This is about more than just sex. I’m suggesting a long-term arrangement.”

All hopes of getting this over with fled.

“I’m not gay.” Matt said stupidly, as if sexuality even had a place in this conversation.

“And yet it won’t be your first homosexual experience. Like I said earlier, I’ve done my research. I am aware of the … unsavoury rumours around Father Guilfoyle when he was removed from St Agnes.”

It was as if someone has poured ice-cold water over Matt. He slumped, open-mouthed, incapable of speech and even moving. He had never told anyone about that – not even the nuns or so called therapists that had been called in.

“I do not mean to upset you, Matthew. What happened then was beyond your control and not your fault. I can only imagine the Father’s perverse delight in finding you; a beautiful child desperate for affection, blind and orphaned and totally at his mercy. And after the damage was exposed it was all hidden away and he was spirited someplace, until it was ‘safe’ to let him out again. Well, I can promise you he has not escaped justice. Not from me.”

Matt’s head tilted up sharply. “Wha … what have you done?”

“I’ve protected my assets.”

He was almost relieved when they were interrupted by a prisoner bringing their food until Matt realised he may have heard and understood the implication of what was being discussed. He blushed, his cheeks flaming as a plate was placed before him and Fisk gave him a thoughtful rundown on where each portion was placed and Matt was encouraged to take his first bite. It could have been good but it tasted like ashes in his mouth. Fisk made pleased sounds though and poured wine for him. The meal at least meant their conversation was kept to a minimum. Throughout it all Matt was shaking, his body feebly attempting to fight off the shock he was experiencing.

Eating was a perfunctory exercise; he did it only to appease the monster facing him. When he placed the napkin on the table Fisk took the opportunity to grasp his hand. Matt let him, hating himself.

“How about dessert? I was thinking we could enjoy a Zuppa Inglese?”

“Isn’t that a child’s dessert?”

Instead of insulting Fisk he seemed to have delighted him. He laughed softly with great warmth; “Yes. Yes, it is, Matthew.”

He passed on dessert but Fisk insisted he share with him, feeding him spoonful after spoonful from his own. It was cloyingly sweet and Matt forced himself to swallow. All he could think about was the mess of this evening; unsettling half formed thoughts about Foggy, Fisk and Guilfoyle swirled until his head spun. He was barely paying attention as he was led from the small table to the bed (not cot) that dominated the cell. He was cold. He couldn’t seem to get warm and his head felt fuzzy. All he wanted was to get out of this place and go home and sleep.

Fingers were tracing his face and he flinched until he remembered the deal. He stilled. Fisk’s fingers were large, overbearingly warm and clammy. It was sickening to Matt. His head was cradled in two large palms and Fisk traced the outline of his mouth with his thumb. The touch and smell was unbearable. Without realising his emotions Matt was suddenly aware of a tear sliding down his cheek.

“Beautiful,” Fisk opined approvingly.

For one brief moment he was back at St Agnes and Guilfoyle was holding him, whispering in the ever present dark of how much Matt meant to him, of how special and beautiful he was, of how this was their secret to share against a cold unfeeling world which could not be trusted and which took and took everything from little orphaned boys. He remembered the whisper of clothes being removed, of fingers and lips touching him, of being made to take the grown man’s erection in his hands, mouth and …

He sobbed.

Fisk gathered him in his arms and held him, cradling him as he cried. By the time he managed to put himself together he was laid out on the bed, Fisk draped over him, grazing lips over his face reverently. Matt took several deep breathes, deeply ashamed; he had to calm himself. This was nothing, Matt told himself over and over. This was nothing.

When Fisk’s lips closed over his, he let him, opening his mouth when the kisses grew more forceful and letting the larger man lie on top of him.

SORRY - that should have trigger warnings for mentioned childhood abuse.

the pictures on the walls made me instantly think of fisks daredevil art gallery in the comics and the fact that matt has no clue about all the pictures just adds to that

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