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Re: [MINI FILL] - Fisk/Matt, start of obsession PART 6
(Anonymous) 2016-04-21 09:33 pm (UTC)(link)“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.
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(Anonymous) 2016-04-22 03:07 am (UTC)(link)I ahve no words D:
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(Anonymous) 2016-05-04 11:36 pm (UTC)(link)Yet… it had been easier than he had expected. There’d been a death, an ex-girlfriend from college that may have affected Matthew more than Fisk had anticipated. There was a sadness about the younger man and it was evident he’d lost weight and not gotten enough sleep in the last few weeks.
Wilson was surprised it concerned him.
It made the seduction a little less sweet. Even though Matt Murdock was a hindrance he had admired the young man when he was full of fight; it reminded him of someone else he had always held an unhealthy attraction for.
He lessened the force of his kiss. It became gentle and slow and Fisk found himself savouring the taste of the young man’s generous mouth. By the time he moved back he was surprised to find himself breathless, and found himself lost in the young man’s beauty. Altogether he found the experience to be sublime.
In turn, Matt was surprised Fisk did not take it any further. A bit of kissing, frottage and that was it. The larger man had to exercise a considerable amount of control; Matt could feel how hard he was and his senses, when they came back on track, were overwhelmed by the lust emanating from him. Instead, Wilson Fisk made him stand as he smoothed down his clothing and swept a hand through his hair, and perversely, Matt was thrown back to a time when his Dad had done the same too him on the first day of school. He shook his head. No. He didn’t want to poison what few memories he had left of Jack.
“I enjoyed our time together very much and I would like to see you again, Matthew. But the choice is up to you. If you don’t want to do this again…”
Matt strangled the urge to laugh, not quite succeeding. Fisk’s face tightened in anger. So apparently Matt had a ‘choice’ about whether to continue this … ‘relationship’ with Fisk. No one had to say his name but Foggy was still there between them. He could say no, and allow Foggy to face whatever the monster in front of him would do to him. Or he could say yes, and allow this monster the intimacy that he thought he craved from Matt.
He chose the safest path possible and nodded. “What about Vanessa?” This time he took the utmost care to infuse her name with as much respect as possible.
“I’m glad you brought her up. We talked about you. Vanessa and I, after we met you in her gallery. We were both intrigued by you. Blind, beautiful – I can appreciate the male form, especially when it is presented so exquisitely.” He sighed. “It is a shame you have little idea of how you look,” Fisk grasped his hand, swallowing it in his meaty paw. “You were nervous. Polite. All breathy, and I could imagine wide-eyed behind those glasses of yours. I wanted to remove them back then.”
It was embarrassing to remember but Matt had been completely thrown and more than a little scared by the unexpected visit. It now seemed so long ago and Matt could not believe his own stupidity. He had honestly believed that they could win this battle against evil and put Fisk away for good. Except here he was now, consolidating his powerbase from behind bars.
“So. Is this something we can do again?”
“Yes.”
“Yes? No matter how distasteful you find it – me?”
Matt swallowed. “I would like to do this again.”
Mollified, Wilson relaxed. “Do you have any questions?”
It was automatic to shake his head but Matt stopped. “What did you do to him?”
Re: [MINI FILL] - Fisk/Matt, start of obsession PART 7
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(Anonymous) 2016-05-05 05:33 am (UTC)(link)I cant imagine teh devastation if that happen, Matt and Foggy both realizing that isk owned them because they wanted to protct the other.
"It made the seduction a little less sweet. Even though Matt Murdock was a hindrance he had admired the young man when he was full of fight; it reminded him of someone else he had always held an unhealthy attraction for."
Is This Weasley?
And ohh Matt wants more inmfo about what was done to the Father
Re: [MINI FILL] - Fisk/Matt, start of obsession PART 8
(Anonymous) 2016-05-07 08:02 am (UTC)(link)If Matt had not been blind he would have seen one fleeting moment of confusion on the other man’s face until a cruel little smirk settled on his lips. He yelled out: “Donovan!” There was some noise as the lawyer scuttled back to his master.
With his return Matt’s nose wrinkled in disgust. He didn’t smell right. There was blood and…
“Our young guest wishes to hear how our mutual friend is. Do you have an update for us?”
It was rhetorical, obviously. Matt heard the cruelty in Fisk’s voice. Donovan speed dialled someone and made a few seemingly innocent enquiries before he put the call on speakerphone. But even before that Matt could pick out the cries.
Suddenly, the room was flooded with bloodcurdling screams and sobbing pleas for mercy.
“I’m sorry please I’m sorry just pleasepleasedon’t hurtmeanymoreplease please-” the begging was cut off and Matt heard flesh being struck hard and then being cut into. Whatever instrument they were using it was not sharp.
Despite everything he had done over the last year Matt stumbled backwards, his back hitting the solid mass of Fisk who wrapped his arms around him. That voice… He was thrown back in time to when he had heard that voice in far too intimate surroundings. He was shaking uncontrollably.
“It is okay, Matthew. This is what he deserves.”
Matt moaned. The monster from his childhood was now suffering for the pain he had inflicted and he felt nothing but sick with anxiety. There was a dual message for him in this of course. This was a nightmare from his past being punished but it could just as easily be Foggy or Karen in Guilfoyles’ place.
He jumped when Fisk spoke to Donovan: “I see you have my gift for Matthew.”
A box was placed into his hands by Donovan and Fisk encouraged him to hold it, as Matt had to restrain himself not to throw it into the furthest corner of the room.
Matt didn’t want to open it. He didn’t need to. He could smell the blood, sweat and pain and from the weight of it he could tell what it was. He didn’t want to hold that thing. He could already remember to well the feel and taste of it. How much it had hurt. He shook his head but it was useless. Fisk aided him; his hands on his forcing him to open the box so that the smells swamped the room. Matt gagged.
“Touch it, Matthew. Feel what I have taken from him as punishment for what he did to you.”
Matt shook his head violently against Fisk’s chest.
“Child rape is an unfamiliar topic to me but Donovan has been a mine of information. I have been informed that when a child is raped by an adult, who is not a family member but a caregiver or a person in a position of authority over the child, such as school teachers or religious authorities… on whom the child is dependent, the effects can be similar to incestual rape. So I understand your hesitancy, Matthew, I do.”
“Nuh-no. “ He shook his head violently. “Please don’t make me.”
Fisk’s voice turned strident. “Matthew. You’re a grown man, you’re not that cowering little child that Guilfoyle could bully and abuse anymore. This is my revenge for you. My gift to you. Accept it. You can do this.”
Before he could protest anymore, Matt’s hands were grabbed and made to touch the contents of the box, and to grasp the jagged ripped off flesh it held.
**
The rest of the night passed in a blur for Matt. Penile amputation aside, Fisk made it clear Guilfoyle’s punishment was a work in progress and would be stretched out. There would be no mercy for child rapists, apparently. Nauseous, Matt stumbled and Fisk tightened his hold, steadying him until he calmed. He was just grateful Donovan had scampered off with the ‘gift’. Fisk placed gentle kisses on his neck, his powerful body grinding against him and all Matt could think off was Father Guilfoyle sidling into his room and under the sheets of his bed.
When he was manoeuvred back to the bed Fisk remained gentle in his kisses and touch. After a while the kisses grew more urgent and when his mouth was finally released Matt let his head fall to the side listening to Donovan’s phone that had been left on the table. Father Guilfoyle’s screams played on. They were both still fully clothed but Fisk had wrapped Matt’s legs around his hips, and he was thrusting against him, his movements growing more and more erratic until he ground against him as he orgasmed. Numbed, Matt allowed his legs to fall.
The mood changed and Fisk seemed almost business-like. Matt learned that he would be driven back to a new apartment and that all his finances would from now be taken care of.
“Donovan will run through the specifics with you.” And he’s dismissed; the lawyer back and guiding him out.
Re: [MINI FILL] - Fisk/Matt, start of obsession PART 8
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(Anonymous) 2016-05-25 11:40 am (UTC)(link)**
Leafing through the contract Matt learned the days would be his to do as he wished – within limits - while the nights were to be spent visiting with Fisk. It was a pretty nasty spin on his previous nocturnal activities and Matt bristled, hurling the contract at the wall.
When Donovan arrived he found himself perversely happy about it.
That night Matt’s sleep had been a constant stream of disturbing dreams, none of which he could remember apart from how it unsettled he was. It also left him tired and cranky. The morning hadn’t been an improvement. He’d tried to skirt interacting with the others – growing up poor in Hell’s Kitchen hadn’t equipped him to be at ease with servants even if they were doubling as his keepers. He wasn’t happy about the apartment – how could he be? He was confined in a place too big and too rich for his blood and which essentially was just a prettified prison. That he was relieved at Donovan’s entrance only further pissed him off.
“What exactly am I?”
There were lots of ways to answer that snarled question but Donovan quickly sensed Matt was in no mood for kidding around. “You’re Mr. Fisk’s associate. And good morning by the way. I hope you had a pleasant night’s sleep.”
“Associate? That implies some sort of equal standing.” Matt laughed bitterly. “I’m more of the flat-on-his-back type surely in this little scenario.”
“Okay. You’re his friend. Do you prefer that?”
“Is that complete with quotation marks? Or just more fancy speak for being a whore.”
Donovan smiled at him. “Prostitution is one of the oldest professions in the world, and in my opinion a much-maligned one.”
“Is that how I’ll be introduced to people? Fisk’s whore?”
“Only if you insist. I think you’ll find Mr. Fisk has more respect for you than that.”
For the first time the anger left the young man’s face, leaving a naked vulnerability in its wake that was hard to bear. The older lawyer had to look away.
“I… I don’t know if I can do this.” Matt’s voice faltered.
“You signed a contract.” Donovan said softly, casting a cursory glance at the mentioned document scattered on the floor.
“I could-”
“But it’s not really the contract you have to worry over. Come now, Matt, you know that.”
Matt nodded and seemed to sag, all fight lost. It’s why Donovan had wanted him to read over the contract in detail – it would have helped ease him into the status quo. It would have given some legitimacy to the situation or at least time. For a blind guy he certainly managed to convey a lot of misery in his large soulful eyes.
“And I came here with good news.”
Matt tilted his head inquisitively.
“I’ll be helping you get around today.”
It was Donovan’s idea to shadow Matt; he thought his familiar presence would help ease the transition for the young man. It was of no surprise to him that Fisk readily agreed - only asking for updates if needed. Underneath the hard exterior his boss had genuinely affectionate feelings for the blind man. Matt seemed oblivious to it – just like he was to his image plastering the walls of the cell where he had dined with and then consummated his relationship with the older man.
He could barely muster a response as Donovan introduced him to his driver – Jared – who like everyone else would be on constant call for him.
Later, he was glad he had insisted on accompanying Matt. He kept a keen eye on the tailor as he eagerly took Matt’s measurements, complimenting him several times on his form and patronisingly blathering on how a bespoke wardrobe would do him far more justice than pret-a-porter clothing and how it was just ‘a shame the young man wouldn’t be able to see the proof for himself’. He gave a withering look to Matt’s discarded suit.
His touches were a little too lingering for his taste until Donovan made it abundantly clear the man’s actions were inappropriate - and that Mr. Fisk would not appreciate it. The tailor had paled immediately and continued in a more professional manner. It didn’t seem to save his charge from any embarrassment though. Matt had reddened at his carefully chosen words, mindful of the implication about the nature of his relationship to Fisk and aware of how it sounded.
Matt sensed the man’s demeanour change at the mention of Wilson Fisk. He had to be wandering what he was to the older man. Fisk’s … what exactly? Boy? No, Matt was far from a child yet he knew that was how some would label him. Fisk’s slut was better, or at least more accurate. He thought back to last night. His shame at not fighting back and letting that heavy weight settle on top of him and how -
- He shook his head. No. He would not dwell on it. It was just what he had to do.
As they were about to leave Donovan insisted he dressed in an adjusted suit for an appointment to meet his new employers. So be it. It wasn’t like he had other plans anyway. He let himself be kitted out in a suit close to his size, waited for the minor adjustments and then was ferried to meet with the law partners who seemed eager to please both him and Donovan. It reeked of special treatment and not for the first time that morning Matt felt patronised and pitied. The poor blind lawyer who could only get this job because of Mr. Fisk’s influence. And didn’t that bite? That even behind bars that criminal could command more respect than he.
By the end of the meeting Matt was even more disheartened. There had been no discussion of his resume, his internship or Nelson & Murdock. There would be no pro bono cases; his clientele would be wealthy Manhattanites with too much time and money on their hands and clearly nothing between their ears.
Depressed, he wondered how long he could last living like this. Even now there was a burning desire to don his Daredevil outfit and do some good - and it was an ache that he had to resist. There was not one facet of this new life he wanted and he could feel himself giving up. Donovan led a zombie like Matt back to his apartment for a rest before he would meet with the doctor and Matt found himself not caring.
“Maybe you should rest up.” It had been a demanding day with a constant barrage of information so Donovan wasn’t surprised to notice the shadows under the young man’s eyes. The look Matt shot him was familiar: a pissed off toddler fighting sleep and hating being treated like a child. It didn’t help that Matt had only moments ago taken off his glasses and rubbed his eyes.
“Dr. Askew will be arriving in little over two hours. I understand the procedure is simple, shockingly so, but nonetheless it is an operation. A short rest makes sense surely?” He carefully avoided using ‘nap’.
Matt escaped to his room and apart from kicking off his shoes did not bother undressing before he clambered onto the bed. The moment his head hit the pillow he was out.
**
Askew was an asshole.
“We’ll let him rest after it has been fitted before activation. I understand the special circumstances of course, but I would recommend doing this at my hospital -”
“- No,” Matt said firmly. Askew glanced at Matt as though only just noticing his existence and not being overly pleased about it.
“If you’re worried about privacy there is no need. It’s a -”
“- No.”
“Matt,” Donovan kept his voice calm, “it would be best to follow the doctor’s advice.”
“No! I’m doing everything you want but I won’t go to a hospital. You can monitor me here if you need. You’ve done this before?”
“Yes, on several occasions.”
“And the number of times there has been a bad or any negative reaction?”
“Well, none,” Askew admitted.
After that Matt lets the good doctor take over, barely paying attention as the doctor fitted the device into the back of his neck. The man continued to treat Matt like he was irrelevant, directing his conversation to Donovan instead. It doesn’t take long; a miniscule cut on the nape of his neck and the placement of something so tiny Matt can’t feel it.
It was frightening how it was so easy to slip into his new life. Not that he had a choice, not with the spies, the bodyguards and the tracker now inserted into his neck and the constant threat hanging over his friends heads. Matt traced the tiny device with his fingers amazed at how it was practically impossible to spot.
“Well, the tracker is working,” Dr. Askew told Donovan after consulting his iPad.
Matt, standing by the window, stilled. Nothing. He had been worried it would have an adverse effect on his senses but he felt fine. For several moments no one said anything until there seemed to be sudden shift in mood. Donovan approached him hesitantly.
“Matt, your nose is bleeding.” He wiped his face, surprised to find blood smeared on the back of his hand. That was odd, when had that started? Donovan spoke again, his voice gentle but bursting with unease: “Matthew, do you-”
Matt staggered, his hands flying up to his head.
Noise blasted, a sudden endless agonising thunderclap hit his head hard with such blinding pain he crashed to his knees. The deafening noise only cranked up higher.
He couldn’t see the look on Donovan’s face but he heard the distress: “Mr. Murdock… oh my god, Matt! Matt! Askew, what the hell have you done? Matthew!”
Matt screamed, his head shrieking with pain. Everything else dulled. He could barely hear Donovan and the doctor’s panicked voices, muted now, while the horrible noise got louder and louder and the pressure in his head increased and Matt thought he might not survive this, that he may have just stumbled upon that one avenue of escape from Fisk and that Foggy and Karen would be safe and for a moment he was grateful when--
Pain. Oh god so much pain and he was screaming and there were hands on him and then--
**
Re: [MINI FILL] - Fisk/Matt, start of obsession PART 10
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(Anonymous) 2016-05-07 08:12 am (UTC)(link)It might be Wesley...it might be someone else. I hope you enjoy the update and thank you for commenting.
Re: [MINI FILL] - Fisk/Matt, start of obsession PART 6
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