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Daredevil Prompt Post #12

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How Love Is Still Unrooting You

***

It's the fucking sleet that drives them inside.

It’s been weeks since they last encountered each other, even longer since they last—since they last did whatever it was they do between their fights and fuck-ups. At least, Matt thinks it’s been weeks. He's not sure. The days and nights— Time, it— It sort of slouches together in shadow and flame and drops out of his orbit in a way it hasn't since—since—

"Dad, I can't see! I can't see!"

—Yeah. Since right after that.

It is bitter cold but the blood on his mouth is warm, Frank's blood on his knuckles burns even hotter, zings through him like—

There is teeth, there is always teeth, biting his lip, scraping along the line of his jaw heedless of bruises and cuts, pressing into wounds until Matt's hips jerk up and writhe against empty air because Frank always steps back and watches Matt hump against the ghost of his body heat, watches for that one second where Matt throws his head back, chasing teeth, exposing the column of his throat to Frank like some kind of—

Then there is the sleet, and the wind, and a vortex of ice shavings slicing into their cheeks, through their clothes. They are close to his apartment and there was no way Matt was denying himself this tonight.

Their hands are numb and they are shaking by the time they crash inside. Inside— it was the first time they—inside was new. And Frank was shoving and tugging at the seams of Matt's armor and scraping teeth and biting when the collarbone was exposed and—

oh

—that was new, too.

They fight all the way through the apartment, like they've fought across roof tops the past few months, tripping and punching each other into corners or against massive and loud HVAC units, fighting and biting and shoving until one of them—the winner—shoves his hand down the pants of the other first.

Frank bites down on the juncture of his neck to hold him still while he claws at the body armor. Matt groans, thrusts deeply against Frank's hip, takes what he wants against the other, and then elbows Frank when the teeth get too hard. Frank reels back half a step, never as off balance as Matt wants him, always fucking immovable, but Matt still manages to get the kevlar off. He digs nails and fingertips into the thin material of Frank’s t-shirt and the ripping fabric sounds loudly above their heavy breaths.

"Fucking hell, Red," is all the warning he gets before an arm wraps around his waist and a shoulder slams into his solar plexus and punches a feral laugh out of him as they crash painfully to the bedroom floor. Frank sits on top of him and wrestles Matt’s top off, grinding down on Matt's belly, taking what he wants. Matt gets Frank's heavy boots and then the three guns and the belt in one jerk, thrusting and flipping them over in a slinking motion that has Frank scrabbling.

Matt drags blunt nails fast and hard down Frank's chest, smiles with blood in his teeth, palms himself through the armor even as he feels Frank hard against—

There's a flurry, cursing, a blow to his upper ribs, the goddamned teeth—

And then they're standing again, both naked and the skin—the skin is new, too. Usually it's just—it's just hands and mouths but the sleet is driving down outside and even they're not crazy enough to brave the elements like that. But now they're inside and they're naked and Frank's just this human thing beneath the kevlar and the clothes—all bruises and heat and the smell of stale coffee and unscented soap and marrow and bones and skin and scars—

Matt's not even sure who won this time, who stripped the other first, who got their hands on the other first because Matt's gripping Frank hard and challenging but Frank's already jacking him off in loose movements, maddeningly soft even when he's pulling Matt's hair so hard Matt gasps, mouth falling open just so he can swallow Frank's teeth and tongue.

"Red," Frank says when he moves teeth just behind and below Matt's ear and he jerks, breath and shoulders shuddering. "Gonna fuck you."

His whole body clenches at the thought, something dropping low and hungry in his belly, but Matt just pushes Frank's head away, follows up with his own tongue against the swell of Frank's throat even as he boldly reaches around and clutches the flesh of Frank's ass, nails digging in for purchase, marking and bruising. "You sure about that?"

He feels it coming too late, fights it belatedly when Frank hooks his heel around Matt's ankle and pulls him off balance long enough for Frank to get a grip around his hips and push him up and over into the bed. Matt free falls, another half-crazed laugh ripping out, and Frank rides him down, unwilling to give him room to retaliate.

Frank's weight nearly crushes lungs and break ribs and by the time Matt breathes again things are—it's somehow changed. The smell, the sounds, the feel of the room—the feel of Frank—is suddenly and inexplicably transformed.

There's no more teeth, but warm and rough lips on his collarbone, feather-soft and reverent. Frank's hand is back around his dick and it’s—it's gentle and firm and—and—giving. Matt's not even touching Frank any more and Frank is moving against Matt but only slowly and ponderously, like he forgot about taking and winning.

And then those lips, those lips are on his. No teeth. No tongue. Just a tentative touch and—

—It's like de ja vu, like a phantom pain of lost sight, and he's not even thinking of her, hasn't thought of her in weeks and weeks (lie) but suddenly all he smells is Karen's perfume and all he feels are her soft, tentative, questioning lips and—

"What?" Matt breathes out shakily, hands falling to rest against Frank's sides, fingers twitching, trying to read this language he suddenly doesn't understand.

Frank rumbles nonsense and when he speaks its with an unexpected awe as he lays his body lightly on Matt’s, skin-to-skin wherever he can touch, an offering of himself as a barrier between Matt and the world.

"So good, Red."

"So good for me, Matthew," Elektra purrs as she drapes over him, laying skin to skin, parting her thighs so he can smell the wetness of her, pressing her breasts against him so he can get lost in the softness of her, pressing her lips against his mouth so he reads the reluctant tenderness in her smile. She hooks an ankle around his calf, anchoring them down, anchoring him to her as she becomes his world and what is beyond her is shut out.

His chest—his chest, he can’t breathe—

"What? Frank... Frank..." He chokes out before his lungs constrict completely.

Frank shushes him sweetly, lips at Matt's mouth, one cupped hand running down his side and what is this bullshit he almost snarls, suddenly engulfed in unfurling anger and something deeper, something uglier and smaller and so, so weak.

“I got you, Red,” Frank whispers, promises in a soft cadence that Matt’s never heard before and—

And Matt explodes into motion, his world a dripping, red flame. He kicks out, his heel colliding with a shin and Frank curses above him. Matt sneers, reaching down, gripping Frank’s length punitively and bites at the man’s jaw. “Thought you were going to fuck me—”

“Christ,” Frank hisses, shaking in Matt’s grasp, caught between pain and pleasure. Matt can’t see his face, can’t see anyone’s goddamned face in a world on fire. But Frank’s hands are still soft, still gentle, and he’s stroking Matt’s hip and belly now, calming, giving. “Red, Red—”

“What the fuck were you doing, Frank?” Matt rasps, twisting to dislodge Frank’s hand. Frank’s forehead falls into his neck, the skin burning hot but the hair that brushes against Matt’s ear is still icy from the sleet and wind outside. He’s shaking over Matt and Matt jerks him harder, unforgiving, trying to force the other man back on track. “Got my armor off and got me in some goddamned silk sheets and—what? What was that sentimental bullshit? Did you forget who you were fucking?”

One of Frank’s hands slams around his throat and squeezes, shutting off air, compressing his voice.

“Watch your mouth,” Frank warns and the teeth are back and Matt would crow around his bloody smile if he had the air. The hunger is back, made bigger and deeper by the wrath that burned bright but transient. He arcs up into the body above him, undulating, challenging, seeking something to abate the gaping nothingness—

Frank moves his hand and Matt gasps, cool air painful in his throat and chest. He grins up at Frank, bloodlust singing through him and—

Frank’s still again, covering him with his body, moving Matt’s hand away from his length and then stroking his sides and his hips and his chest all smooth and strong and reassuring and—

And Frank cups the side of Matt’s face with his hand. “Red, Red, it’s OK, I’m—I don’t… well,” he huffs, all strained and rueful. “It’s going to be OK.”

Matt feels his eyes widening, feels his face go slack, feels his hands freeze as he stares into the dark corners and he helplessly asks himself again, what is this bullshit?

Frank’s thumb is pressed against his cheekbone, warm hand against his ear, fingertips reassuringly cradled around his skull.

And no one—no one’s touched him like—a big, masculine hand against his face, cradling, comforting, giving since— since—

Calloused hands, blood and leather and sweat, so strong around his face, holding Matt’s head up for him when it seemed too heavy. “I gotcha, Matty.”

Yeah. Since that.

It comes unbidden, that de ja vu phantom pain and he’s not even aware he’s remembering his dad until he is and—it should be—it’s weird to think of him right now—he’s naked in a bed with a man for Christ’s—

—and Matt’s a fucking adult, anyway, an animal of teeth and nails and definitely not something made of soft skin and silk sheets and he doesn’t need a-a memory of—he doesn’t want—

They leave. All those—all those touches lead to empty spaces and you’re left with gaping wounds where they used to be, he reminds himself savagely, ruthlessly. They leave, all of them do in the end. I won’t— Not again.

He can’t breathe again and inside, inside he’s made up of a black hole, a hungry emptiness that distends and starves him and it hurts in a way he can’t describe, in a way he didn’t feel until someone tried to shut out the world for him, until Frank fucking Castle touched his face and—

“No, stop,” Matt hisses. He tries to push against the shoulders above him but he can’t seem to separate Frank’s dark corners from his own.

Frank runs his thumb up and down his cheek and Matt can’t help but close his eyes. Frank’s thumb catches on a drop of sleet, long melted into rain, caught between Matt’s lashes. When Frank runs his thumb down again the water streaks over Matt’s cheek. He’s suddenly incredibly exposed, too vulnerable, too soft.

He can’t breathe.

“Red… Matt…” there’s something bleak in Frank’s voice, but he keeps running his thumb over Matt’s cheek and he can’t—he can’t think past that point of contact.

“Please, please stop,” he whispers with tight lungs, through a jaw gritting down on pride. But once he starts he can’t stop. “Please, please, pleasepleaseplease—”

Frank lets his face go, rolls to the side, and his wake the world accelerates into Matt’s senses but the black hole inside just swallows it all and grows bigger and fathomless until Matt’s shaking with an emptiness he can’t comprehend.

And then—and then there’s skin and callouses pulling until Frank and Matt are on their sides, facing each other (except Matt will never see anyone’s face ever again and he—sometimes he wonders if he could see faces then maybe he would—but that’s pointless and stupid and soft).

They’re close, breathing each other’s air, and Frank’s shaking when he reaches out and draws Matt in close so Matt’s pressed to Frank and Frank’s face is buried in Matt’s wet hair.

Something breaks inside him, some sort of quelling, and it hurts but it also—it also feels—good isn’t right but maybe there’s a sense of relief.

“Frank,” Matt whispers. His throat is tight and his eyes are burning. “Frank, I don’t—I don’t want—”

Frank tightens his hold, breathes into Matt’s hair. He’s trembling, just as hard as Matt is, and Matt suddenly hears Frank’s heart decelerating down from a cacophony of panic. Matt thinks about dark corners and how his were tangled up in Frank’s.

That small, weak thing in Matt shifts, coils to run, and Matt can’t help but mirror it, can’t help but take a breath to tell Frank to leave, can’t help that his legs are already scrambling to roll out of Frank’s touch.

And then Frank holds on tight and says, “Please, Red.”

And there’s really nothing else to do after that. So Matt reaches out, wraps his arm around the skin of another, tentatively presses lips to Frank’s jaw, presses his face against Frank’s to shut out the world. He gives.

end

Wow. Just... wow.

So much feeling and emotion in this piece and god it hurt. Really enjoyed it and I would not be devastated if you continued this. Please continue this?

Thanks so much! :) Not sure if I'll continue this, but I might end up touching it up (and possibly expanding it a little?) if I decide to post this to AO3 (not sure I will, so no promises!).

Thanks for replying and I will be happy with however you deal with it. It is so good.

I... am continuing this, after all. Sort-of. Uhm. >.>

It won't be long. I'd say I'm probably already about 1/3 of the way through. I was cleaning up the first part and just kind of maybe kept writing. A little. Uhm. <.< It'll probably be a few days, though.

:)

oh my god, this is beautiful!!! i haven't visited this kink meme in forever and to be blessed with this masterpiece on my return?? thank u god (and OP)

Thanks! :)

This is fantastic! Would be great to see a continuation, if you're up for it. I absolutely love your writing style. Love. Love. Love.

I did continue it, actually! *points down the thread*

Thank you! :)

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