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Christians’ day of worship is Sunday.
This is why Matt chooses to go to church any other day.
This is Wednesday.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Left. Right. Left. Right.
The cracking sound of Matt’s cane hitting the floor vibrated throughout the empty church acoustics.
A new priest; of course, a new one, the other rests six feet deep; directed his attention towards sound. “You wanted to make confessions?” Matt confirmed with a simple nod. That cane kept making cracking sounds as he made his way across the floor of the church. Until he reaches his destination.
Wood. All around. The air was able to reach only from holes in the wood and headspace on board. Freshly cleaned. He smelled that, bleach that was passed around, until the priest took his place, his hand ran over the boards where the cleaning cloth had previously rubbed. Matt understood that the priest had also sat down from the noises and also… His presence felt shorter, sort of?
God’s messenger spoke once more, “When was the last time you confessed?”
A chuckle; surprised and also a little mocking. “Ah.” Matt’s breath came out louder than usual because of that mocking. His back arched, his tongue ran over on his lower lip for a second. “Good question. I, uh… I actually can’t quite recall.”
“It was before Father Lantom died, sure, but when was that really? It feels like ages ago but also like it happened yesterday, I’m not sure of anything at this point.”
“That long, huh?”
“You could say that.”
The priest didn’t ask, due to the description of his job, but the question remained on the air: Then what makes you come here now?
Also, a good question.
***
“Get out.” he almost slammed the door on the other’s man face. Almost. The boot came in, as a stop to that action. Matt wished he could break his foot right then and there. When he stepped back from the door instead, he said, “You are pushing your limits, Poindexter. I could call the cops anytime.”
Dex, however, took that as an invitation and stepped inside, closed the door after him. “Would you, though?”
Murdock wasn’t that sure of the answer himself.
One man walked to the kitchen side and the other followed him behind, “It was a very dumb move of yours, you know that, right?” Poindexter spoke once more.
He scoffed, he knew he couldn’t stay there without doing anything, just chit-chatting with him, so he grabbed a dirty plate from the inside of the sink and opened the faucet, poured some water on it. It made Dex grimace. “And yours wasn’t?”
“What— What are you doing, you just got shot and you— You’re just washing the dishes?” he made a move towards Matt to grab that plate but Matt, thanks to his senses, was faster than him. “Don’t be ridiculous, Counselor, give me these.”
Attorney only brought the plate further than him. “And what are you doing exactly? Checking on me?” he pushed Dex with his elbow then poured some dishwashing liquid on the plate. “What, like— Are you— Are you gonna also tend my wound or something? Are you gonna change my bandage? Are you—” he chuckled with anger and sarcasm. “Are you gonna wrap me on the bed with your arms and cover me in kisses ‘till I fall asleep?”
Poindexter pressed his lips together and lifted his eyebrows. “Any of them doesn’t sound that awful, to be honest.”
“Fuck off.”
“Just—” he exhaled with exhaustion and tried to reach out to the plate one more time. “Can I just— Matt, can you give me the damn plate please, or I’m gonna break every existing item in this damn kitchen.”
Matt.
They wouldn’t call each other by their first names that often.
The wound on Matt’s shoulder was starting to ache and remind itself, so with a defeated yet stubborn exhale, he handed the plate to Dex and took a seat on one of the chairs.
“Thank you.” Dex said, then started to wash the plate from where it was left off. Silence went along only a couple of seconds, peace left alongside with it when the standing man spoke again. “You shouldn’t have.” that sounded hoarser than usual, like… Like he was actually ashamed or maybe even a little bit… Offended by it. “Jumping in front of Fisk like some stupid-ass acrobat, I mean. You shouldn’t have, Counselor.”
“You shouldn’t have tried to shoot him.”
“Oh, for Christ’s sake—” he slammed the plate on the edge of the sink when he turned Matt, then he turned back to sink, realising what he actually did. Anger faded quickly. “Fuck, I’m— I’m sorry, I’ll buy you a new one, sorry.” a single mimic didn’t move on Matt’s face, like he was waiting for something like this since the beginning. Dex turned to him once more, dried his wet-foamy hands to his sides. “That fucker had tried to have me killed. What did you expect me to do, exactly, Counselor? Run away, save my ass? Well, sorry about the disappointment but that’s just not my style.”
“Well, of course not.” that didn’t sound sincere. It wasn’t sincere. Dex could recognize that cruel smirk anywhere. Matt slowly got up from the chair, stepped towards him, so, so close yet so far away. His nose almost brushed against the other man’s cheek. “I was disappointed when you killed my best friend, not because of that.” the blond gave a shaky breath when Matt walked by him to the living room area.
Poindexter turned to him; his gaze kept following him like he was aiming at him. “I still can tell you who hired me.”
“Vanessa Fisk.”
“Shit.” that hope died quickly. “How?”
Murdock sat on his couch slowly, that aching on his shoulder was a pain in his ass, truly. But nothing could be worse Bullseye here bickering, trying to seduce him or make amends or whatever the fuck his goal he’s trying to make it happen anyway. “I got to say, you kind of help me out there a little bit. I mean, escaping from prison would be enough, you didn’t need to crash the party or anything, yet… Cashman stepped in, warned Fisk about you, and Vanessa’s heartbeat is just…”
“Went speedrun.”
“Exactly.” oh, that smirk was less hostile. It was prideful, confident, satisfied.
That was the thing that gave Dex more confidence. He stepped into the living room, didn’t sit or anything but got closer. It was hard to tell if Matt was willing or not by the ruby-tinted lenses covering a part of his face, yet the blond didn’t see a problem in abusing the limits just a little bit. “And where’s that pretty girlfriend of yours for now?”
He expected a snap or some sort of a thing like that, but that didn’t happen. Matt answered very calmy, quite the opposite of what was expected. “For now? I’d say that title is pending at the moment.”
Bullseye.
No, like, literally.
Now it was Dex’s time to grin, to swim in deeper seas. He took a seat next to Matt on the couch when he was manspreading already. His body was fully turned to him, his knee brushing on the other man’s thigh sneakily. His hand came to brush on Matt’s wounded shoulder. “I didn’t want to shoot you.”
“I know.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I know.” Matt wasn’t that distant towards him anymore.
“I only took the job because I missed you.”
“You could’ve just sent me a voicemail.” his hand went to grab a hold of Dex’s thigh. A bit tight.
“I’m too much of a psychopath to do that.” he said that with the most delicate tone of voice, with the warmest smile. “Is he truly your worst enemy?”
It was all he could think about since that night.
“You know, in another life…”
“You might be defending me.”
“‘Cause that’s what good men do right.”
“Defend their worst enemies.”
Would he jump in front of him and take a bullet for him also?
He didn’t feel threatened when he grabbed Dr. Glenn for a dance, he maybe felt a little threatened when he got excited the moment Karen Page stepped into the courtroom.
But he felt absolutely betrayed when Matt jumped in front of Fisk and took a shot for him.
They needed to fix that.
Matt’s head tilted towards him only a little bit, but it was enough for Dex to see Matt’s hazel eyes from the area that the glasses can’t cover. “He could’ve gotten close if he killed Karen, maybe.” he said that with a fucking smirk.
Poindexter’s entire face lit up like he was made of sun.
He slowly scooped down from the couch to the floor, between Murdock’s legs, like he belonged to.
You know what they say. Ejaculation increases the level of serotonin in the body. And anyone would need that serotonin after that kind of a grief. This shouldn’t be a sin, a need to be happier and more content.
However, it is.
***
“Did you know the priest worked here before you, Father?” he asked nonchalantly.
That was an unexpected question, for the new priest at least. Who the fuck was this guy and was he questioning his sufficiency on his job? Another question that he wasn’t allowed to ask, didn’t ask, due to the professionalism in his duty. “Father Lantom?”
“Yes.”
Yeah, sure, this guy was a total psycho, great. Just what he needed. “Not quite.” he breathed slowly, like he was holding on to the last remaining pieces of his patience. “Before the Blip, I was working in Vegas.”
Matt gave a breathy, surprised chuckle out. “Vegas?” a chuckle that’s a bit too annoying, like he was mocking him. “That’s a city full of sin. Must be quite fruitful for someone in your line of work.”
“In theory.” the priest stated, he was getting annoyed more and more by every passing second and the attorney could hear every drip of poison coming from the tone of his voice. “In practicality? Most of them wouldn’t determine it as the place of interest.”
“Makes sense when you say it like that.”
God was testing his messenger this Wednesday.
With this fucking lunatic.
God, forgive your servant.
“As for your confessions—”
The ‘lunatic’ cut his word. “Do you know how he died?”
He died with a billy club stuck into his chest.
“Yes.”
“Do you know who did it?”
Thrown by Bullseye – well, fake Daredevil would be more like it.
“Yes.”
Another soft chuckle. “It reminded me one of the confession times with Father Lantom.” he said, then pulled out his glasses, laid back on the chair comfortably. “I told him once that my grandmother used to say the Murdock boys have devil in them. My old man was a boxer, you know?” he turned his glasses in his hand, by holding the rod and swinging it in a circle motion. “I’m starting to think she can be right. But not in the exact way she assumed.”
Granny Murdock had assumed the Murdock boys were the devils of wrath. It was mostly correct. But not all the time.
They were sometimes the devils of lust.
The priest felt like he couldn’t take this anymore. He wasn’t a fucking therapist, wasn’t he? “This is not the way a confession is made.”
The glasses came to a stop in Matt’s hand. “Of course.” his voice didn’t sound so playful anymore; it was cold, lifeless. Serious. He put his glasses back on. The smell of the bleach remained both on the board and his nostrils. “I have committed the sin of flesh.” a pause, it waited to be added more to itself. “With a male companion.”
One unforgivable sin, mixed with the other.
Adultery and homosexuality.
These weren’t the only sins in that encounter. Maybe God wouldn’t ask but Foggy could. Father Lantom could.
“Why?”
“Do you regret it?” the priest’s voice was so bland, Matt understood that he was trying to hide his judgement. Weren’t the priests supposed to be without judgement? Well, they were humans too, right? He heard his heartbeat too, beating strong and angry. He wasn’t such a fan from the beginning, it seemed like it.
Do you?
Do you regret it, Matthew?
When you forced your dick right into his throat, or when your semen came out from his asshole?
Or do you regret it only that the man who you did these things to is the same man who killed the most important people in your life? For fun. For ambition. For just simply because… He has missed you.
Do you regret you have missed him too?
Do you regret it, even now, because you are missing him even now?
I highly doubt it.
He shrugged, sat up even more and said nonchalantly, “Yeah, hell, why not?” with the cockiest expression anyone had ever seen on his face.
***
Dex waited for heaven with shining eyes and with an open mouth.
Matt didn’t even bother to fix his posture; he sat on that couch like a fucking king.
The man on his knees dealt with it all, with his fullest anticipation; he reached for Murdock’s belt and opened the buckle as delicate as possible. He could be rougher, yes, of course he could, but he didn’t dare to piss Matt off more. Then, his slender yet experienced fingers found the zipper on the attorney’s trousers. When Matt heard the zipper’s sound, going all the way down, he couldn’t help but bit the inside of his cheek and grin pridefully. Dex’s hand stopped on the bulge of Matt, that could be seen visibly under his underwear. “Can I?”
His eyebrows lifted with surprise. “Since when you ask?” he licked his lips with something mixed with arrogance and satisfaction. “Are you also gonna beg for it like a pathetic, desperate whore?”
“I will, if you want me to.”
That was new.
Matthew Murdock liked it a lot.
“Open it and take it in your mouth.” when Poindexter got his order and reached for the button on Matt’s boxers, he hit his hand swiftly, not harshly though. Dex gasped with surprise but not so much. “With teeth.”
Father, son and holy spirit.
Bullseye’s smile almost went from one ear to another when he leaned in, closer to the budge. The tip of his nose made slight contact with it when he started to nibble the button on the underwear, his saliva wet that underwear since he couldn’t keep the anticipation inside his mouth anymore; he was dripping from both mouth and… Matt heard another thing and smiled. “You’re sniffing me?” he asked.
Dex lifted his head slightly, not getting too far away from where he wanted to remain the most. His eyes were puppy-wise; yearning, asking for more. For all. “It’s not weird when you do it.”
“‘Cause I—” he couldn’t hold a pleased, entertained laugh back. “Open it.”
And he did, after some more effort. Then he grabbed the cloth with his teeth and pulled it to the side to open more of the view to his sight. “Fuck.”
Matt was always huge. Even this under-stimulated, not angry, semi-hard version of him was huge. And it looked glorious.
Daredevil furrowed his brows in a bothered act. “Is that an order?”
“No!” Dex denied almost in light speed. It only caused Matt to laugh more arrogantly. “No, I— I didn’t mean it that way, you know it.” he stuttered with panic, Murdock could be a little too cruel when the time came.
His fingers ran through the blond’s hair like a caress, only for it to stop at the crown at his head and gathering the hair in fist; pulling it back so harsh, Dex got yanked back immediately. “You’re speaking so much.” his voice was sultry, velvety, dangerous. His actions weren’t that gentlemanly, he literally grabbed Dex by hair and then brought him back on himself, choked him on his dick with one swift move.
Those gagging sounds were like jazz music to Matt’s ears. Poindexter’s saliva was everywhere, Matt sensed it all. In his mouth, on his own dick from base to tip because Poindexter took him like a pro, it was dripping and pouring down from his chin like a mad dog. The attorney’s dick became hard in the assassin’s mouth. Well, smelling Dex’s arousal under his pants helped that happen this fast also.
When the tip of Murdock’s dick hit the base of his throat, Benjamin Poindexter pulled himself back with those gagging sound and panting. Matt furrowed his eyebrows only more; nothing had started for him yet. But when he sensed that Dex was gonna say something, he decided to wait for a second. Dex kept panting, lifting his gaze up to Matt. He was on his knees; there was no pride or honor in it. He was seeking penance by sucking his worst enemy’s cock. “I…” he breathed out with everything he had, still with difficulty. “I want to look at you.”
The corner of Matt’s lips twitched for a second. “You are in no position to demand.”
Dex grimaced like a little kitty; it was adorable. “I’m not demanding, I’m pleading.”
He didn’t make it obvious as a sight, but his heart melted inside. “Oh?” that fucking smirk, it was never going to leave his lips today, right? But his voice was soft, caring, breathy. “Is that so?” he was having way too fun with everything altogether.
“You can’t see but I can.” he explained. “I can see for both of us.”
Technically, Matt himself saw a lot more than Dex. Always. Even now, he was hearing blocks away but also every working organ and system in Dex’s body. But he knew what he meant by seeing. Matt Murdock could have a lot of gifts, but he was never gonna be lucky enough to watch Dex on his knees, taking his cock in his mouth, sitting there like a devoted servant. A devoted servant, for him. And him only.
And he took off his ruby-colored glasses and set them aside. Poindexter gave a thankful, grateful exhale out. But before he could go back to performing his task, he felt Matt’s firm fingers wrapping around his chin and holding him still there. He tilted his chin and brought his face closer to him as a reflex. A thumb of Matt caressed that long, large scar on Dex’s cheek. And that was the time that Dex melted. Very visibly. “Open your mouth.” oh, he did. He did much more too, like the freak he was, he stuck his tongue out like a puppy waiting for a treat. Yes, Dex was basically a pet in this. He was glad, too. And he got his well-deserved treat, when Matt brought his face closer and spat in his mouth loudly. After a thankful hum, the guy on his knees turned back to his job. Without dropping his gaze from the man he was devouring for a goddamn second.
He forced and forced his dick more to his throat. Any sort of sound that Dex made didn’t make any sense anymore, he was just babbling. He was just a stupid sex toy, yes, but he had his own needs too. His own dick was aching so much, this time, he could be the one who goes blind. He started to rub himself on the floor, hoping Matt wouldn’t realise. He understood that he realized when he felt his tip on the base of his throat once more, as a warning. He thought his mouth would rip out.
Matt wouldn’t whine, not with him, not with men in general. He would groan. Deep, raw. Coming from the inside of his lungs. They could barely be heard when Dex was the one making all those loud whines. Matt’s cum shut him up, when he had to swallow it all, he was forced to do it, there was no other chance when his dick was buried deep in his throat.
Dex pulled away once again, after he completed his task flawlessly, with coughing, semen and saliva kept dripping from his chin. Now he was restless more than ever. “Did I do good?”
He was excellent.
“You did fine.” Bullseye knew he was never gonna get that well-desired praise today, not today. Maybe not for a year. Maybe not in ten years. Not until Murdock comes to the conclusion that they’d get even after killing Foggy.
He was willing to pay that penance, especially if this is the way.
But Matt wasn’t all so cruel after all. He pulled Dex up by grabbing him from his collar; led him into a deep, tender kiss, tasted himself on his lips.
That was heaven.
After the kiss, Daredevil pushed the guy away from him once again. “Get up. Lose trousers. Bend over on the couch.” and he got up from the couch, well, more like his throne and placed the other man on it. Such a generosity, it was…
Bullseye was aware of it too.
His hands were shaking like crazy when he was undoing his own belt, trousers, boxers… God, it has been so… So long since… It was unbearable, it was unbearable now, all those passing times with waiting lost their meaning at that moment. It’s been so long since the last time he felt Matt Murdock inside of him, entirely connected, he couldn’t waste another damn second.
He obeyed the commandment perfectly.
Again, without a warning, Matt pushed his swollen yet somehow still kind of hard cock inside Dex’s asshole fully. That earned him a high-pitched gasp from the man he was fucking. But that didn’t stop the crazy motherfucker for a second, he was supposed to hold on to the couch or beg to him to go slow, or any other shit; but no, even though his tight ass was almost shattering by Matt’s animalistic, merciless thrusts; his hands went back to cup Matt’s hips and pulled him even further in himself.
That was the favorite version of Dex that Matt liked.
Poindexter was literally crying out but the voices that came from him were muffled because his face was entirely pressed against the headrest of the couch. Murdock held onto his little waist, like he was made from marble. He liked the feeling he felt on his fingertips.
“Please…” his dick was so full, so fucking full, it stopped his brain from working. All he could think was that he wanted to explode in Matt’s hands.
“And now you’re speaking so less, it’s not enough.”
“Oh, fuck!” how did he manage to find his prostate so perfectly every single time? God, how could that be possible? Matt Murdock was a really talented fucker. “Fuck, Matt, please! God, you don’t even have to squeeze it, even if you hold it—” and he came with the loudest cry out when Matt only grabbed his dick and wrapped his fingers around it without any extra movement.
It was insane.
They were insane.
That hand full of cum came inside of Dex’s mouth, muffled his cries once more when Murdock thrusted himself in him even harder and faster to find his own release, his balls kept hitting on his ass and even after he came inside of him, he kept pampering and milking him, ‘till Dex’s pretty, white ass was nothing but the color red.
They both fell on the couch, both of them naked under the waist, panting and sitting side by side, waiting to catch their breaths. Dex was the first to pull himself together, even though he was tortured most. “I’d ask to kiss you one more time, but I think you’d refuse.”
Matt smirked when he put his glasses back on. “Baby steps.”
That didn’t stop Poindexter snuggling closer to him, like the really needy bitch he was. “You know what, Counselor…” and Matt was also kind enough to put an arm around him. “On that gala… You technically made me miss.” he said that like he was holding a grudge, or he was envious but in reality, he was just admiring him.
“I may be crazy but he’s no better than me.”
“He may be even worse, when he lets the devil out.”
“Maybe I should start worshipping it instead if we’re gonna end up in this way every single time.”
“Hm.” he hummed, tilted his chin slightly so Poindexter could have a better way to look at him. “I don’t think that was the first time, Dex.”