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Dex is on his knees, two feets away from Matt who is sitting on the chair, with his cane resting next to him. A smile creeps on his face, and eagerly waiting for whatever is going to happen next. But then the counselor asked him to stay still; he did so, as Matt seemed to be quite confused himself; his head rested on his hands. Wondering why is Dex here or why did he so well-behave— by that he meant why a freaking psychotic killer was so obedient.
Matt knows that he has been followed and watched, ever since Vanessa Fisk is dead; and his impersonator is the one that’s responsible for it. Though Matt didn’t understand why he’d let him run free. They were enemies, chased each other; cuts, beaten, shot and even broke a spine. Just so they could get rid of one another; albeit Dex didn’t have the same vision as Matt. He looks like he loves every second of it, like a sick fantasy. Something that fills his void, with his desire— Matt unknowingly did the prayer gesture.
He could sense Dex’s presence, every time that his muscles twitch, his breath quickened, or his heart beating rationally. There was an excitement inside of him, asking Matt to take care of. It was strange, he didn’t feel uncomfortable— but intrigued, he wanted to explore Dex’s different vision, desire. Matt couldn’t push it away, even though it’s a mistake. He is scared that he would become addicted to Dex’s everything; including his violence from the past.
But Dex wasn’t going chaotic like before, and he never saw him more calmer than now. Perhaps Matt could fix him? He could show him what forgiveness is like, and he will pay his penance.
“Dex,” Matt sighed, fixed his ears on the killer; who head perked up. His heart skips a beat.
“Yes?” Dex answers with a questionable smile on his face, Matt trying to piece words together in his head; thinking was way easier than talking— even though he’s a lawyer who has good social skills. He defended a lot of different people before, while making sure they feel pleasant. But with Dex it’s like Matt has to try much harder. One wrong word and he’s pretty sure Dex would freak out.
“I need you to listen to me.”
“I’d do anything you say, counselor.” Dex quickly answered with a happy sigh. Which confused Matt but he kept going.
“Come closer.”
Dex crawled towards him, Matt heard the floor creaking and the killer’s weight shifting; as well as the sound of fabric rubbing from the movement. He let out a shaking breath, Dex lowered himself on the floor and gave into submission— this could be one of his plans to make Matt feel safe or unaware. So he could inflict violence when Matt didn’t notice. But this isn’t the case, he could hear his heart genuinely being truthful.
“What do you want from me, Dex?” Matt asked, his hands resting on his thighs, “you were following me for days now.”
“You,” Dex smiles, Matt grimace, “I want you, I want your attention, your command, your—”
“Alright, I don’t understand.” Doubt clogged his mind, this isn’t what he thinks is it, right?
“I want to be your dog, your servant." Dex leaned the side of his cheek on Matt’s thigh; the lawyer was shocked but controlled his gesture.
“Don’t be insane.”
“Then I won’t if you're asking me not to.”
“Dex, I want you to understand why I’m asking you,” Matt explained, as Dex looked up at him with sparkles in his eyes— even if Matt couldn’t see it but he could feel the adoration reeking from him. “What you did was— everything that you did is beyond fixing.” Matt rephrased. Dex blinked, rubbing his cheek on the lawyer's thigh. He senses Dex’s heart slow down for a moment.
“Dex—”
“I know, I know I can’t fix it. And I know what I have done, Foggy…” Matt grimaced, as his fist curled; his chest tightened and blood seemed to boil.
“Don’t.” He bitterly spat. Dex whine— like actually whining like a kicked puppy. Even though Matt was clearly upset, he didn’t push Dex away from him. Whatever Dex did was absolutely disgusting, and degrading; he killed his friend. Though that is what he is, he’s an object to be used by others— by Vanessa. From Dex's perspective it was just an assassination job, he didn’t understand or need any more information about his target to carry out his job.
This pathetic need of killing is what Dex knows, it’s in his daily routine; Matt could feel how hard it is for him trying to live life like a normal human being. With multiple health conditions, he was just doing as he was taught from his therapist. Then fallen into addiction when he has the chance to, tasting that fake satisfaction.
Matt’s hand caressed Dex’s cheek; who was looking down desperately, “Look at me.” Matt orders, his thumb traces his scar; Dex leaned into his warmth. Eyelashes fluttering; “I didn’t mean it like that.” Matt then feels his skin, his bone, and imagines his face. Dex isn’t ugly by any means, he’s the opposite actually. His cheek bone is pronounced, with full brows, long lashes; “I’m sorry.” Dex mumbled.
Now Matt moves his thumb resting on Dex’s thin lip; “Okay,” to his chin where there’s a dent, “this is just who you are,” then back to his lip, “you say you’ll do whatever I’d say right?” Matt feels Dex’s lip open.
“Yes, absolutely anything.”
“I see.” Matt pushes his thumb in, dragging it across Dex’s teeth. Touch his tongue when Dex flinches; “Then repeat after me,” His thumb pulls out, sticking with Dex’s saliva; starting to wipe it on his lip, “I won’t kill again.”
“I won’t kill again.” Dex say like a student in class repeating the teacher.
“That isn’t convincing, try again.” Matt violently shoves his thumb back into Dex’s mouth. Holding his tongue down, “I— won’t…” He’s drooled, “Continue.” Matt encouraged, “I— won—won’t… kill…”
“Almost there sweetheart.”
“Kill— again.” Dex whined, looking up at Matt with adoration; while Matt listened to his heart and heavy breath. Matt then uses his other hands; holding his neck, thumb trace his bobbing Adam’s apple.
“Good job, Dex” Matt complimented, Dex suddenly jerked; muscles tense and heat radiating from his body. Especially from his most manly part, “You love that didn’t you? Love it when I give you praise?” Dex nodded, now sucking on Matt’s thumb. Matt tries his hardest not to give into it too soon; Dex isn’t in that space yet— when he’s become more comfortable and opens up his vulnerability for Matt. That's when Matt could help him understand.
“Tell me what you want now, Dex.”
“You— I wanna taste your cum.” Dex patheticly answers, Matt cock twiches; shit he didn’t know how long he could continue to think straight with Dex saying things like this, he pulled his thumb out of Dex’s wet mouth. “You have to earn it first.” Dex nodded quickly, putting his hands on Matt’s thighs.
“What can I do to earn it, counselor?” Dex questions.
“Take off your pants and underwear.” Matt demanded, Dex immediately stood up and took off his slack; boxer brief, while Matt listened to his hands forcing the fabric down; when it moved Matt could make out his thick thighs in his head . He let out a shaking breath; Dex’s cock slightly hardened when he could feel Matt’s fingers gently— accidentally brush his thigh.
Dex folded his slacks and underwear and put them aside, he couldn't help but do it even though he was too eager to earn his prizes. Then he fell down on his knees again; “Good boy.” Matt says, Dex sighed happily but Matt still didn’t touch him yet; “Take my glasses off for me, sweetheart.” Matt ordered— more like asking; Dex leaned up and pulled his glasses away from his face. Putting away next to a table; Matt's eyes looked down at him but not particularly at him.
“You’re so sweet, thank you.” Matt touched his cheek; Dex's body was getting warmer; “Do I earn it now?” He asked excitedly; “I’m good right?”
“Yeah. You earn it.” Matt smiles lightly, and Dex just kinda explodes there; his cock is now painfully hard. Matt on the other hand fumbled with his belt, while Dex looked at his action hungrily, sometimes he looked up at Matt. He’s basically drooling, Matt's hand didn’t leave his cheek; and it tingled when Matt touched his scar.
Dex hiccups when Matt’s cock finally flung out; it was what he wanted all this time, it was definitely better than he imagined; a decent size, but thicker than his own. Matt rubs Dex’s cheek then moves to touch his hair; “May I?” Dex asked, surprisingly soft; Matt's eyes placed on his face.
“Yes, Dex. You may.”
Dex held the base of his cock, Matt hissed; it was warm and twitching in his palm. His lip touched the tip, god it was so good. Dex’s tongue darts out to licks it, then quickly pushes it inside his mouth. That only could make his eyes cross; Matt let out a satisfied breath. His hand caressing his head; Dex sucked the tip like a lollipop then pulled out when he felt himself getting closer.
“What's wrong?” Matt asked.
“I— I want to come with you— but I don’t think I can control it.” Dex whined.
“You can do it.” Matt says.
Dex nodded, then continued to suck on Matt’s cock; though it still couldn’t find a way to fit all in his throat; so he kept licking the tip when using his hands to stroke the base. Matt moaned, pushing Dex’s head deeper; Dex gags, tastes his precum; while his cock stretches his lip further.
His own cock is twitching; he wants to touch himself; but he didn’t want to disappoint Matt. “Dex…” He groaned; thrusting his hip; now half of Matt cock is in his throat. Dex eyes burned, and glassy. It clawed in his throat; though he kept on trying to please Matt.
Matt takes notice when Dex seems like he couldn’t breath, “Dex— it’s alright. Don’t try too hard.” He pulled Dex’s head away. Creating a delicious popping noise; Dex tongue hangs from his mouth, a saliva string connects his lip with Matt’s cock. Eyes look at him, Matt uses his thumb to wipe the corner of Dex’s mouth. The killer opened his mouth saying something, albeit his voice didn’t come out.
“What is it?”
Dex just moans— a desperate moan; then try to shove his mouth back on Matt’s cock. The lawyer gasped, holding his head back; his thickness had hurt Dex. Though he is pretty sure Dex loves it, still this is their first time, Matt can’t just give him anything that he begged for. Dex whined, and his body writhe when Matt didn’t let him go.
“Dex, be good.” Matt tones change from worrying to stone cold. Dex cried, “No—No, I—ugh—good!” He hiccups between words, and Matt has to act like that isn’t the most endearing and most pathetic thing he has ever heard coming from Dex’s lip. Matt petted his head, leaning down kissing him. Dex quickly opens his mouth, lets Matt enter. He could taste Dex’s saliva with his own precum. He sucks on Dex tongues, his bottom lip; Dex violently chases after his mouth. Crashing their lips against their teeth. Matt holds Dex’s throat, giving him a warning to behave.
Matt then bites down on Dex’s lip; let’s him moan as blood ushers out. He continued to suck the blood, and pulled apart; Dex’s face was messed up. With saliva dripping down his chin, and sweat covering his face. Matt uses Dex’s own button up shirt to wipe his mouth. “Did you come here right after work?” Matt asks, surely he ruined Dex’s nice white shirt. Dex nodded.
“Really want to see me huh?” Matt smirked. Dex nodded again and Matt could feel it from his hand that’s still holding his head.
“W—ugh—want you…” Dex whines, Matt could hear his own cock twitching and maybe Dex’s too. Matt took Dex’s hand and guided it to his painfully hard cock. “Jerk me off, Dex.” Matt groans, Dex quickly holds the base of his cock, moving up and down. Matt moans, luckily there’s enough friction due to Dex’s saliva on his shaft before. “I— wanna, touch myself.” Dex asked sweetly; Matt mentally slapped himself— he can’t think a fucking psycho is cute.
“Yeah, okay.” Matt sighed, “Let’s cum together.” Dex on the other hand moves down to his own hard part, stroking it with the same rhythm as Matt. He buckled his hip further into Dex’s callous warm hand. Matt was too close to cumming, he could hear Dex trying to pleasure himself. Fuck, he can’t last too long.
“Dex— I’m gonna cum.” Matt pet his hair, as his body shudders, like there are electric shots from his stomach to his cock. Dex whined as his cum sprayed on his face, he opened his mouth but most of it got caught on elsewhere. “C—Cumming!” Dex body spammed as he cum on the floor. Matt is breathless, Dex uses his hand to wipe Matt’s semen from his face and put it in his mouth. Matt could hear Dex sucking, swallowing while sighed happily. The lawyer could get hard just from listening to that obscene noise.
“I want— more.” Dex rests his head on Matt’s thigh.
“No more. Be good, sweetheart.” Matt choked out, Dex cried, like real tear cries— Matt stunned; it was like Dex’s mind turned off and he felt vulnerable. Even though that is the exact state that Matt wants him to be in. Matt realized that he had given him too much, now he became more greedy. And to ensure Dex didn’t go back at it again, he quickly tucked his shaft back in his pants.
“Pl—please, I need m—more.” He says between tears, Matt holds his chin and brings his gaze to him. “Stand up.” He blatantly says, Dex then scrambles to his feets, albeit his knees are bruised and legs are numb from a long time on the floor. Matt held his hips when it seemed like he couldn’t stand properly. Then on his naked body, on the left near his v-line Matt could feel a strange scar— it wasn’t surprising to see a scar on Dex’s body but this scar has a specific shape. He traced his thumb over it, Dex body flinched; “D.D” He mumbled.
That’s his signature, his name when he’s protecting the city. The scar has healed three weeks prior, Matt wants to be angry, he can't believe someone would go to this extreme just to grasp his attention. Stalking and impersonator aside this was beyond what he thought Dex’s desire could go. “Dex, what is this?” He tries to stay calm, he doesn't know what this feeling is growing inside of him. Dex opens his mouth, “It’s a mark— Your mark on me.” Matt grip him tightly, and painfully that his hips began to bruise.
“Why?” Matt demands an answer.
“Like I’d said— I’m yours, counselor. I’m yours property,” Dex's voice is raspy, from him choking on Matt’s cock and crying and he’s smiling. Matt’s chest filled with disgust— disgust that he himself is satisfied with Dex’s harmful doing.
“You’re disgusting.” Matt says, as his nail digs into the scar; Dex jumps from pain; while holding on to his shoulders when he almost falls down. “I know, I’m fucked-up, I can’t feel guilt from doing all of this,” Dex huffed, Matt’s nail cause the scar to start bleeding again. “Save me Daredevil,” Dex whispered in his ear.
“Do you want me to break your spine again?” Matt threatened, but both of them know there isn’t anything scary from what he’d just said. It was just more thrilling— like an invitation. Dex gasped when Matt’s nail clawed at his hip, while his other hand violently squeezed his ass.
“Oh— yes, do it; I want you to hurt me,.” Dex moaned, Matt hand became more savage, using his ass like a stress ball; before landing a crisp slap. Turning it furiously red; Dex cried with his legs shaking. Without Matt he’d be laying on the floor. Fuck, Matt is angry at himself for liking it; and how Dex seem to love it even more.
“No good deeds can ever change you or what you did,” Matt whispered in his ear, voice filled with venom “I don’t think I can even save you.” That was the truth, something that must be said; people died because they were one of Dex’s subjects of desire. Now Dex was so reliable on Matt, he needed his attention, embrace and even lust. When Dex is about to speak up, Matt uses his hand to shut him up. Dex’s eyes flung open.
“Did I let you speak?” Matt adjust his authorization, Dex shakes his head.
“So I’m just gonna use you and throw you out,” Dex cried, shaking his head furiously, “and you’ll never see me again. You can’t find me, you won’t even be able to walk freely in society because I’m gonna put you behind bars.” Matt let him go.
Dex's voice was muffled, but his body rejected by hitting Matt’s chest. Matt’s grip on him is steady; and considering his legs have turned to jelly by now. He couldn’t move; Matt understood that Dex didn’t want this— being used, sure; but not thrown out. He wants Matt— he needs him, for his sanity and obsession.
“What? You’re my property right? I can just do whatever I please.” Matt sneered; standing up, with his hand on his mouth and one gripping his hip. Dex is definitely taller, bigger than him. Though Matt still used his strength when he pushed Dex’s whole body down on the floor. Making a thump, as well as a yelp from Dex. Matt hears the spine replacement in his back cluttered. He retreated his cane, then stabbed it down Dex’s exposed thigh.
Dex groaned from the pain, breathing desperately; as tears streamed down his face— from whatever emotion that he’s feeling— pain, pleasures, or sadness. “Let me see you crawl out of here.” Matt brutally presses down harder. The flesh didn’t tear yet, but the blood vessel in his thighs is broken. This isn’t enough. Matt used his foot and stomped on Dex’s ankle; Dex screamed from the surprise. Matt could tear him up and it seems like Dex still let him do that.
Disgusting, gross and ugly.
Matt is even angrier with himself, angry at the fact he didn’t like it when Dex was painfully tortured by him. More importantly that— Dex wants him so much, Matt didn’t know what that really was like; being wanted and needed like this. He can’t save himself, Matt grimaced then stopped; pulling his foot and cane away from Dex’s shaky body.
Embarrassing; you disgusting.
Matt turned his back and walked down the hallway; Dex quickly used his hands to balance himself. Standing up painfully, then falling down again; Matt listened to all of it; even looked back at some point. Dex dragging his now broken leg toward Matt.
“No— Matt, pl-please—ugh— don’t leave…” Dex yelled, “Please, I’ll be—good!” He kept on crying out, like a pup getting abandoned.
“No— don’t leave!” Dex's raspy voice echoed in his apartment; he screamed for like a full minute, as he stood up and fell the third time in a row. Matt clutched his fist, his brain told him to leave Dex there and call the damn police; but his heart told him to turn back— like before when he saved Dex from a gunshot. Matt could hear Dex lose his voice; mumbling helplessly.
Matt turned back, he knew he was gonna regret this later. Dex was talking to himself, counting numbers, dividing them and adding them together. Matt crouches down, holding his face in his hand like before. Tracing his scar, Dex hastily looks at him. Matt uses his own sleeve to clean Dex’s face from tear-stain, drool, and some blood busting from his lip. He didn’t say anything more, where Dex kept slurring drivel words. Matt often could hear his name, or some kind of declaration.
With Dex’s head over the moon; Matt guides his arms over his shoulder. Placing his legs over his hips, hands under his thighs and in one smooth motion Matt picked him up from the floor. Matt didn’t need to use his cane when it came to his own home, they walk down the hallway; when Dex could be heard whispering to Matt’s ear.
“Matt— don’t leave.” He says, and Matt stays quiet.
Matt walked to his bedroom; and placed Dex on his bed; Dex hands caught his sleeves. Dragging him down on the mattress, it seems like he still has some strength. “No, be good.” He demanded, Dex let him go. Matt still couldn’t understand what his heart is feeling right now. After all of that, he doesn't do what he needs. So he’ll leave that for the next day to figure out.
The lawyer started taking off his dirty clothes, he was outside all day— and so was Dex, he thought. He throws his jacket and button shirt off, Matt could feel Dex steady gaze on him. Perhaps his mind has come back; he leaves his boxer back down then lays down on his bed. Dex leaves him some room, once he’s steady in Dex scooter over to his side.
Matt let him, just for one night a little warm could help them both. His hand fell over Dex’s back, feeling his scar through the shirt he still has on. Matt places the blanket over them both, his eyes placed straight ahead. While he could feel Dex’s eyes on him, breathing softly.
“Tell me what do you want, Dex.” Matt find himself asking again, it seem like there isn’t any answer that could satisfy him anymore.
“I want you to love me.” Dex sighed, his voice still broken from all the screaming. Matt closed his eyes, that might be the only thing he couldn’t give him. The truth is both of them are capable of love.
“I can’t.” Matt's response. Dex laughed— and it made Matt feel uncomfortable, as he continued to count random numbers; division them in his mouth. And grimace when it isn’t a number he likes. Matt let him stay like that for a minute, while that minute he didn’t say anything.
“I need you to sleep, Dex.” Matt said, but Dex didn’t answer. He’s still counting, maybe counting every object in the room of just simply seconds that is passing by. Matt used his hand to tap Dex’s back; “Dex,” He called, “Dex,” Louder this time, “Dex!” He shakes Dex’s body, he’s still breathing normally.
“11:08, 1 + 1 + 0 + 8=10, divided by 2, 5.” Matt heard him chant, “Benjamin!” He loudly screamed, Dex body flinched. Then Matt could feel a painful bang in his stomach— Dex punches him; Matt rolled over almost off the bed. Groaning, he clutched his abdomen; standing up as he used his senses to obverse Dex’s action. He scrambled in the sheets, dragging his body down the bed. Matt quickly ran to the other side to catch him. But he ultimately fell down the bed due to his broken ankle.
“Benjamin!” Matt yelled.
“No!” Dex hollers, crawling back when Matt tries to walk over him. His back rested against the large window, “Why! Why didn’t you care— why didn’t you love me?” Dex sobbed, Matt sighed; he was having a breakdown. His mind is all mixed up, and it’s Matt's fault that he didn’t take responsibility for misleading him. Matt didn’t think of what he wanted for both of them. He was acting out of lust— he just needed them to be better.
“Ben, we’re not in the right mind.” Matt holds his hands up, indicating that he’s not dangerous.
“Fuck you!” Dex laughed wildly; as he pulled one of the buttons off his shirt and threw them at Matt. He dodged it; but Dex didn’t miss. The button bounced on the wall behind him and it was fast, creating enough friction to slit his cheek. Matt groans; as blood trickles down his face.
That same button landed on the window; strong enough to leave a small crack. Matt slowly moves his feets; Dex notices “Benjamin, don’t do it!” Matt understands what Dex wants to do. Dex sneered; giggling— while tears streamed down his face.
“No promises, counselor.” Dex replied, forced his whole body up painfully— Matt walked closer— then elbowed the window, breaking it— Matt ran and dragged Dex away from the window. Dex screamed, using his nails to claw at Matt’s strong arm around his waist. Leaving long angry redness tracing on his skin; Dex manages to punch Matt in the jaw. The lawyer grunts, both of them accidentally stepping on the glass.
Matt wrestling with him, slamming his back on the floor. “Benjamin! Listen!” He pleaded, as Dex keeps laughing and crying; “Get the fuck off me! Get off!” He shrieks, Dex elbow him, use his other feet to kick his leg. Even clashes his head angrily at Matt’s own; making it bleed down his forehead.
“Bejam—”
“Don’t call me that!” Dex interjected.
Matt grasped his hand around Dex’s throat, shutting him up. “Shhh, okay, okay.” Matt whispered in his ear; “Just Dex, just Dex. Okay?” Dex body jerk, maybe from hopelessness. Matt grasp loosen.
“Tell me, what time is it?” Matt questions him softly.
“Mhhhh— 11:20, 1+1+2+0=4, divided for 2 and 4.” Dex sobbed; “Good number,” he continued.
“Good number,” Matt stroked his throat softly, “Good Dex. Doing what I told you, good.” He kissed his temple. Dex body spammed on top of him, those words send a delicious pleasure through his veins.
“I— I’m g-good…” Dex slurred.
“Yes, good boy, Dex.” Matt sitting up with Dex in his lap; one arm still wrapped around his waist. His other hand moved down his neck to his heavy chest. Matt kisses his nape, licking down his metallic spine. Dex shivers, counting numbers under his breath. Matt taps his hand on Dex’s torso to get his attention back on him.
“—Matthew—ugh.” Dex moaned, Matt just nodded behind his back. Dragging his body to stand up; Matt hissed when the small pieces of glass dig in his feet. They moved to the bed, he put Dex laying on the mattress first; as he tried to find the first aid kit in the bathroom. But not before he told Dex that he would be back, “I’ll return soon, count to 30. Be good.” Matt kisses his forehead. Who answered by starting to count like he was ordered to.
With the first aid kit and painkillers in his hands, Matt makes it back to the bed. Exactly in 30 seconds; that made Dex hummed happily, as he could sense his heart becoming steady. Matt sits on the mattress; pulling Dex’s injured leg on top of his lap. The lawyer carefully picked all the glass pieces out of his feet. And use Disinfectant on it; Dex hissed. Before Matt wrapped the wound with bandage.
He did so with the other leg, bonus massages the sore away from his broken ankle. Dex whimpered every time he did so, they didn’t say anything other than Matt occasionally asked him what the time was or tell him to count to a particular number.
“Drink this.” Matt pulled out two pills, Dex quickly shoving it in his mouth. Swallowing without water, Matt took a few himself; as he cleaned his own wounds— his cheek, forehead, forearms and feet.
“Am I good?” Dex suddenly asks.
Matt nodded “Yes.”
“Counselor, please don’t leave me—” Dex says when they finally lay down on the bed together like before the chaos. With the same position, Matt hand rubbed his back. “I need you— so don’t leave.” Dex deadpanned.
“Then I won’t.” Matt replied.
“Please,” He breathed, “Please love me.” Dex starts again. The same tone, same words, same desire. Matt could feel the same feelings as before. Matt turned his head to face Dex, Matt heard the wind rush into his room due to the broken windows. It hit Dex’s face, so Matt could imagine what his expression is like now.
Desperate, pathetic and kinda lovely.
“I’ll try.” Matt told him, Dex chuckle— he approved.
“Goodnight Dex.” Matt whispered, the night was long. As Dex sometimes grunts and groans from his nightmares or from the phantom pain in his spine. When that happened Matt hushed him, caressing his back, cheek— it could be difficult but he can try.