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Devil in Disguise

Chapter: 1/8

Word count: 1.7k

Pairing: Frank Castle x Matt Murdock

Rating: Mature

A eerily peaceful afternoon, the wind gentle. He sat at the bench listening to the sounds of people going about their day. Whispers, gestures and inaudible expressions. Taking it all in, reflecting. He heard someone sit beside him, there was no unnecessary movement, he had a strong guess as to who it was but remained silent. It was too soon to go through this, it was better to pretend he wasn’t there. The feeling wasn’t mutual.

“I need your help.” His rough voice echoed through him, unsettling.

“Still on the run?” He retreated to the figure. He must’ve been covering up, making sure no one could recognise him.

“I only came to say hello.” The male stared at Matt “and I need some help”

“What could Mr Castle possible need my help with?” Matt tried to joke but Frank seemed too serious about this issue. After getting no further response, he made an offer. “I believe you’d like to discuss the matter in confidence?”

They entered the lawyer’s apartment, Matt removed his tinted glasses, left the cane to the side and walked towards the kitchen. The other man following like a shadow and glared over him. “Hungry?” He had only left the apartment to go for a stroll to clear his head of the restlessness.

“No.” Firm. He stepped closer to Matt and monovered him to stand between himself and the kitchen top. Matt could feel his exhaustion, the weight of the world on his shoulders. He must’ve been desperate to come to him for help, they were never really on good terms regardless of his alias.

“Maybe some coffee?” Matt tried, he wanted to get away from the situation without pushing anything with the larger man. He was confident in his abilities to fend himself, but the risk of exposing himself was not worth it at this time.

Frank was staring at the blind man’s face, it was putting him on alert for some primal reason. “I’ll have some coffee.” He wanted to believe he was being paranoid but every experience of his life had taught him to trust his instinct.

Without realisation Matt had placed a hand on Frank’s shoulder. “What’s the matter?” His expression plain but his tone was of concern. Frank didn’t like that. He didn’t want the pity, to be thought of as helpless.

“Just annoyed about the thing I’m here to discuss.” He wasn’t. “It’s Curt, he likes to keep things in the clear.” Matt’s hand was now on the side of Frank’s neck with his thumb creasing his jaw. He felt an instinctive need to comfort him.

“I’m all ears.” The space between them was closing in. Matt could hear Franks heartbeat, a rise in temperature in his throat, his steady breath. A sigh.

“What’re you doing Murdock?” His tone was stern. His body conflicted so he didn’t move.

“I’m not sure” Matt didn’t realise how close he was to the other man. He moved back only to encounter the kitchen unit behind him, before he could find his way out, Frank spoke up.

“I didn’t say stop.” Frank was curious, he waited for him to do something. Anything.

Matt wasn’t entirely sure how he ended up in this situation, he didn’t mean to lead on the Punisher. His instincts were similar to caring for an injured puppy, but now he felt like he had to follow through, he wanted to comfort him. He placed a hand on Frank’s neck, fingertips of the other hand reaching out and creasing his jaw. He felt Frank’s hand on his lower back, he could feel his arms on either side, strained muscles, purposeful. He leaned up and placed his lips on Frank’s, he had learnt from past experiences that he should close his eyes at this point, so he did. Frank held onto him, it was reassuring. His lips were warm. He could feel a cut on them, all the creases and bruises still healing.

Frank didn’t think this is at all what would happen when he agreed to go to the lawyers home. The kiss was confusing, concerning for the man. Yet, he held onto Matt, he kissed him back. His thoughts were scattered, why did Matt want this. Some part of him knew it was out of pity, but it didn’t feel condescending. To some extent Frank was surprised when he peeked at Matt between the incident, he almost felt guilty for looking at him in that state, he looks so vulnerable. He let himself enjoy another moment of the gentle touch, he moved his lips against his, feeling the pure affection in the touch. He pulled away first, but kept his hands on the other’s back. Frank looked at him, he could see Matt was turning a little red. Frank leaned close and touched their foreheads.

“Sorry…”Matt started to say, his hands now placed just below Franks shoulders. He kept his eyes shut. He wasn’t sure how to deal with this. He felt himself being lifted up and onto the kitchen top, his arms wrapped around Frank’s neck for support. Their faces still too close. He could feel those lips against his own again, they were warm, more attentive. They turned to gentle pecks, lasting a few seconds each. He let himself enjoy every touch he received, reciprocating. Frank’s hands moving over his back and creasing the sides of his torso. He let himself lose his awareness in the unexpectedly soft kisses. His arms loosely anchored around his neck, he felt the pecks reaching down to his chin and to his jaw. The haziness lifted just a little when he felt Frank’s hands reached the end of his shirt, his fingertips skimming over the skin just above his waist.

Matt retracted his arms just a little and cupped Franks face, his thumbs rubbing over his cheeks. He scanned his face, taking in every curve. So many fresh bruises, his cheek swollen and a cut on his forehead yet he didn’t flinch to the touch. Frank started to undo the buttons on Matt’s shirt, he saw a bruise on the blind man’s collarbone. “What happened?” He demanded, a hint of anger in his voice. The rest of the shirt was unbuttoned, several bruises and ancient scars were revealed. Frank was unsure how someone like the man before him could get into any situation resulting in what he saw.

“You’re not the only one with enemies.” A dry laugh escaped Matt, he didn’t see the point in trying to make things more complicated. He didn’t want to explain himself. He wanted to kiss Frank again, he leaned forward to find his lips and Frank moved his head lower to examine the markings. Matt groaned at the rejection, he could feel Frank’s hand touching all over his torso, tracing the cuts with his thumbs. His shirt was fully removed, Franks’s hand were on his back, it wasn’t out of affection but they were searching, searching for more damage. “Frank…” Matt’s voice was low, a small whisper but it got his attention.

“Hmm…” Frank looked up and noticed Matt’s strained expression. He realised he was prying more than he was welcomed to, that never stopped him before. He stood up and lifted Matt’s legs up “Hold on” Matt locked a hold around his torso and neck, Frank’s arms supported him while being carried to the couch. He sat down, pulling Matt’s head closer but in doing so he was pushed to the side and ended up flat on his back. Matt was sitting on his thighs, he look so restless and needy. It wasn’t something Frank would expect from him. He also wasn’t going to let him do whatever he pleased. So he grabbed Matt by his nape and jerked him back, getting himself up and harshly kissing him. A small hum could be heard as Matt indulged in his hold, he seemed aroused by the sudden change of tone.

Frank pushed him back until he was laying on the couch, holding himself over the man. He placed a hand around his neck, Matt was hot to the touch, his blood was rushing right through. The punisher could kill him right now and no one would ever know. Matt started to question if all of this was a plot to get him murdered, but that wasn’t his method, this isn’t how he would kill, he isn’t an assassin. He was distracted from the thoughts soon enough, a peck and his bottom lip being bitten, another bite on his jaw then his neck. He leaned into it, let Frank do as he pleased. He didn’t have to worry about being killed.

He indulged himself, he pulled at Frank’s shirt motioning him to take it off. Frank obliged and dropped his shirt next to the couch, he leaned his lower half down and enveloped himself around Matt. He placed a hand on Matt’s nape and another cupping his cheek as he kissed him. Matt wanted something more, he held onto Frank’s face as their lips touched. He placed his hand behind his head, pulling him closer and pressing his tongue onto his lips. Frank didn’t move for a second which gave Matt time to take it further, at this point Frank wanted the same.

Their tongues mingled, Frank let him have a moment of control. Matt didn’t wait for him to change his mind, he held Frank close and moved his tongue to explore him. Matt could feel how much the other was enjoying this, he wanted to give him more. Matt moved his hand over Frank’s chest, taking note of all the stitches and bruises. He thought of all his struggles but bought himself back to the moment. He wasn’t in control of those situations now. Frank pushed down and pressed his tongue back. Frank pulled away first, parting from his lips. He stayed steady, staring down at him.

“I meant to buy you dinner first” Matt tried, smiling up at the man. There was a laugh, it was genuine, it was Frank’s. It plucked a string for Matt, he had never witnessed him happy to any extent.

“It’s must’ve been one hell of a dinner if you got me this far.”

“I’d love to cook but its not something I pride myself in.” He leaned up to rest his back on the arm of the couch.

Frank rested his head on Matt’s chest closing his eyes, interlocking their fingers and creasing the back of his palm pressing a kiss on his fingers. “I’ll cook for you” he felt comfortable laying there, at peace regardless of his earlier instincts.

Matt ran his fingers through Franks’s hair, creasing his jaw with his thumb. He pressed a kiss into his hair “I’d like that.”

Author note: Stay tuned for more and here’s some bonus fanart by yours truly.

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