Daredevil growls against the chapped lips when Dex lands kick after kick on his side, sore from their run and now it feels like the man’s about to crack a bone there, Matt’s hand is fast to shoot out and grab the sniper’s leg by calf, pressing it down and climbing up to the bed, ignoring the protest of metallic frame that bends under their mixed weight.
“fucking stay down!” he tries to sedate the man, face drew back when he senses teeth on them, not letting the man enjoy his small victory of leaving another scar on the devil.
He backhands the man underneath him again before wrapping a hand around his neck, holding him down as he kisses him again, the taste of Dex’s blood strangely sweet, addictive yet full of toxic but Matt forces his mouth open with tongue, the tip of the slippery muscle finds the missing tooth gap, licking the spot there at the same time Matt brings his pelvic down- just for more leverage, just to pin Dex better but a sweet friction welcomes him, his semi hardness rubbing against Dex’s groin and his hips bucks automatically, as if his body had a control panel of its own.
It's not good, it’s not good at all. Laying here between the ‘killer’s’ played legs and forcing kisses onto him like he can change the fact that the man just committed many crimes, just killed Fisk’s wife- killed_
“you disgust me!” Matt pulls away to snarl right in the man’s face, letting him up to breath by loosening his hold on his neck.
“but I’m not going to put a bullet in your head or beat you around anymore- you seem to be just begging for that, aren’t you?” he’s fast to fetch the key of those cuffs, opening one just to swiftly grab onto Dex’s forearm, Matt manhandles him around, rolling him onto his belly before snapping the cuff onto his wrist back again, leaning down to whisper right under boy’s ear, voice dark and low, lacking the previous warmth. Instead, is filled with venom and coldness, cruel and sharp when he drags a hand on Dex’s bare back. Pressing on each joint, each metal bone in his vertebra as he slides down along that scarred skin.
“don’t forget where you are now, under me and at my mercy!” the hand reaches the waistband of Dex’s cargo pants, Matt hooks one finger under the elastic band, tugging the rough textured fabric down. the trails of his iron spine ends here with faint blue veins branching out of the raised bumps at the bottom of it, raised and pulsing faintly under the thin layer of the surface. Somehow like a painting, the innocent pictures on the church walls that Matt liked to study whenever the old Murdock wanted to confess his sins- or maybe just an absurd hope of seeing Matt's mother again whenever he took him to the old church in the neighborhood but those faces where there - like a lamb for slaughter…
The thought infuriates Matt- there’s nothing innocent about Dex! Fucking Bullseye deserves to be killed right here and now by his own hands! He’d break his spine again before snapping his neck! Matt would rip his guts open, would yank out his heart then he’ll see how it beats like a rabbit caught in a trap instead of its usual steady rhythm!
He licks a stripe on the side of Dex’s neck, tasting the sweat and dried blood. Teeth nibble on the soft tissue of the man’s ear, drawing blood when Matt bites him harder there.
“nobody comes to save you. it’s just you and me here now.. I’m the only one you got, Dex.” His voice cutting and cruel despite the tender kisses he presses onto the skin under the man’s ear, his temple, his bare shoulder.
Matt’s hand tugs on the fabric of his pants again, threateningly; “not so brave now, are you?” he grits teeth, jaw locked “what do you think I’m going to do with you?”
