#fartt

Chapter: 3/8

Word count: 1.5k

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Frank Castle

Rating: Mature (this one is smut guys)

“Stay” Matt requested, his knuckles brushed the back of the other’s palm, trying not to be too forward with his advances. Frank had helped him back to his apartment and they were standing outside the front door.

“Ok.” He had been staring through him for a few seconds now.

They stepped inside. Frank followed him, he knew it was Matt’s home but he felt compelled to look out for him, just a sense of care he couldn’t quite justify, he didn’t need to. He stepped closer to Matt, barricading him against the wall. Matt leaned back, his hands placed at the other’s sides. Frank stared down at him, creasing his jaw with his thumb. Watching the expressions flicker through, neither of them were sure how to proceed.

“What did you have in mind?” Frank placed his lips on his cheek. He didn’t move away, he let his fingers trace the outline of his face. Matt felt guilty for being able to listen to the pace of his heart, for taking advantage of it.

He placed a hand on Frank’s, he started leading him across the apartment. He worked on the buttons of his shirt but struggled as he walked backwards while pulling Frank along “I want you to take off your shirt.” Instead Frank started undoing Matt’s. They stepped into the bedroom, he pulled Frank along and pulled his shirt up removing it. Matt fell back on the bed and Frank stood infront of him, he placed one knee next to Matt’s leg on the bed. Matt reached out, his fingers hooked around Frank’s belt pulling him closer and causing him to end up on top of him.

“Hey.” Frank watched him, Matt placed a peck on the lips of the man. Frank started working off Matt’s pants in between kisses, gentle but enough to get his blood rushing. He paused, he didn’t want any regrets. He didn’t want Matt to regret this. “You sure about this?”

“Mmmhum. I’m sure.” Matt smiled up at him, Frank wanted to savour that smile but Matt was already and working on removing Frank’s remaining clothes. He was pulled up towards the head of the bed. Frank pinned his wrists above his head and placed a few gentle pecks over his face, his temple, his cheek, his lips. Matt lean into the touch, rubbing his leg against Frank’s as he couldn’t move his arms. Frank stopped and leaned off him.

“You can tell me to stop, ok?” Matt nodded in response, tangling his fingered in Franks hair and kissing the closest part of him he could which ended up being his shoulder. Frank moved to the side, his fingers tracing Matt’s arm to his hand, interlocking their fingers and bringing them up against his lips.

Matt was on his back with Frank leaning up on his side next to him, their legs over each others out of pure neediness. He ran his fingers down Matt’s torso paying attention to every cut and every curve. There were fresh marks all over his body from when he wasn’t around. “You’ve been busy.” A pointless statement. “Did you at least land a hit this time?”

“Should’ve see the other guy.” Frank leaned down to kiss the fresh marks “Bottom draw” Matt gestured to the night stand. He knew Frank was staring at his face, he didn’t want to think about his emotions in that moment especially when he could feel how hot he was against his skin. Frank moved back and opened the drawer to find a bottle of clear liquid, it made him wonder why Matt had it there ready to use. He stopped himself from thinking too much about it and left the bottle on top of the stand. Matt sat up, leaning against the headboard. His hand finding Frank as soon as he was in front of him.

“Tell me what you like.” Frank sat in front of him, leaning close to his face, pressing gentle kisses onto his lips. Matt was mesmerised in that moment, a small sound mixing into it along with Frank’s tongue into his mouth. A hand tracing Matt’s face, his neck, soothing. Matt cupped his face, kept him close.

“Ok…” Matt held Frank’s hand by the palm, stepping out of the haze, leaving Frank’s fingers free. He traced the fingers over his face closing his eyes and paused at his lips. “Here.” Placing a peck at the fingertips. Moving them down to his neck, stretching it to fit Frank’s hand around it. “Here.” Franks watched him, fascinated. His hands now on Matt’s abdomen “Here.” Frank kissed him below his chest, his hands guided down Matt’s waist to his legs, the inner parts of his thighs. His voice merely a whisper this time, Frank was too close to miss it “And here.”

Frank kissed him further down his torso, leaving a trail of kisses. He paused and looked up. He gave a few pecks to his thigh, licking over the soft skin and finally leaning back. “What about here?” He blew out a soft breath at the evident erection.

Before Matt had the chance to respond, he let out a small gasp. Frank had placed his tongue against him, moving it up slowly while watching the other’s reaction. Matt had tightened his grip on the hand he was holding, his other hand curling into the sheets next to him clutching Frank’s face with his thighs. A shaky breath, he managed a small sound after Frank stopped. He placed his other hand on Frank’s nape, lifting his knees apart to give him space. He placed his lips on the man to sweeten the moment. Even though he couldn’t look at him, he smirked facing him while making the statement. “I really like that.”

Frank was taken aback, he kissed back but was unsure how to respond “Sit back.” He placed a hand on Matt’s chest and motioned him back against the bed. He leaned down and held both of his thighs just past the joints. Soothing him with a gentle movement, his lips were against Matt’s shaft. He used his tongue again, repeating the movement until he was satisfied with the pace of Matt’s breathing, stopping when he got to the tip.

Frank reached for the bottle next to him, pouring it on his palm and placed a hand around Matt’s erection, teasing him for a few seconds. He moved up towards his face, placed a few pecks on Matt’s face then lifted his knees up and pulling him down until he was on his back. Matt wrapped his arms around Frank’s neck, his fingers tangling up in his hair. “The manhandling is unnecessary.” He whispered through the kisses.

“Agree to disagree.” Frank’s hand worked on Matt’s shaft, the small gasps of breath and nearly audible moans edged him to keep going. He kissed his jaw and ear, pulling on the ear lobe with his teeth to force out more sounds. Matt was willing to give him exactly that.

Matt leaned his head back, lifting his hips up against Frank’s letting out a low moan. He brushed a finger down Frank’s spine, placing his hand on the side of his hips and guided his body down against his own, he moved his hips up against the other. He moved his hand to hold Frank’s erection, rubbing it against his own. Both of their hands working around them, Frank placed his head above Matt’s shoulder allowing him to hear the small gasps escaping him.

“Frank… I-” he was moving in sync with him, desperate to breathe properly but it could wait. His fingers harshly griping Frank’s hair, edging towards a release. He started to move his hand faster, Frank followed. He started to grind his hips against Matt’s a little faster until only their gasps and moans filled the room.

“Fuck…” he felt the substance on his hand first then all over his torso, a few seconds later it was his own mixing into the mess. “Fuck.” It took another few seconds to regain his senses. He leaned up on his forearms to look at Matt. Seeing his expression of complete ecstasy, his mouth ajar desperately seeking to breathe. That’s when he felt the fingernails digging into his nape.

He rested his head below Matt’s chin, he let out a chuckle amused. kissed Matt, nuzzling against his neck.

Matt found the laugh to be contagious. Loosely wrapping his arms around Frank’s waist and leaning down for his lips. Frank leaned up on his forearms and held his face, rubbing his thumb over Matt’s lips. He wanted to pause that moment and keep staring at him.

“Who tore you a new one?” His finger tracing over Frank’s hip, indicating to the bullet hole on his ass.

“Is that the thankyou I get for making you dinner?” He knew there was no truth in that, he just found his situation to be amusing. Matt kissed him, unable to contain the laugh. Frank moved up and laid next to him, both facing each other. He placed his hand on Matt’s side, he pulled him closer and wrapped his leg around Matt’s, tracing little circles while staring at him.

Matt kissed him, humoured. “I can think of more ways to thank you.”

“Yeah? You sure you can right now?

Matt nudged the tip of his nose against Frank’s “Definitely”

“On your knees, soldier.”

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Chapter: 2/8

Word count: 960

Pairing: Frank Castle x Matt Murdock

Rating: Mature (this chapter is kinda fluff ngl)

“I’ve got it from here, thanks” Matt unlocked his front door, he had heard someone in his apartment on his way up the stairs and didn’t want to get anyone else involved in the mess.

“I’m coming in, we haven’t finished the paperwork.” Foggy stated, he stood at the door.

“Really, I’ve got it. Just put the box on top” blocking his way.

He sighed “i don’t like this but If you insist, I’m gonna go home and sleep like a baby” he put the box of files on top of the one Matt was already holding.

“I appreciate the help”

“Make sure you’re not late tomorrow.” he turned and left, followed by the door being shut and locked. Matt dropped the boxes and his cane next to the door. He was prepared to receive a hit as he walked down the hallway towards the open space of his apartment. He could smell something spicy, he smelt it earlier but didn’t give it much importance while thinking that there was an intruder in his home.

“Hey” That unmistakable voice, Matt recognised him before they’d come face to face. Yet, he punched the man on his face, missing, causing him to jolt back. It was received too well. “I deserved that.” Frank stepped closer to him.

“You’ve been gone for months!” He yelled, gritted his teeth. Frank reached his hand out to him, placing it on his arm and traced down over Matt’s fingers and taking a hold of his hand.

“I’m sorry” Frank lifted their interlocked hands up, placing a kiss on Matt’s knuckles that hit his face. He smiled “You pack quite the punch.” He sounded proud.

“My dad…” He was mad at him and this wasn’t the time to unload trauma, but he wanted to tell him. “He was a boxer.” He didn’t need the reminder but things suddenly seemed bleak. Frank noticed the sudden change in his demeanour. He felt guilty for it.

Frank held Matt’s face, rubbing his thumb over his cheek trying to comfort him. “He’d be proud of you.” He scanned his expression. He pressed a kiss on Matt’s temple, pulling him into an embrace. Matt’s shoulders relaxed after a few seconds.

“What’s that smell?” He turned his head towards the scent. He didn’t want to unravel the spiralling trauma right now.

“I made you dinner.” Matt leaned into the embrace, his arms holding onto the other.

“It smells great.” He leaned away and removed his glasses, the result of sleepless nights visible under his eyes.

Frank watched him, he held his chin with his thumb just under his lips. Frank waited a second for his reaction before pressing his lips on Matt’s. There was no response, Matt froze but didn’t reject. Frank kissed him a few more time before letting out a dry laugh. “Really mad at me huh?”

“I really want to punch you again.” Instead he grabbed the collar of his shirt and kissed him back but turned away just as quickly, walking away from him.

Frank was humoured, smiled even. “Ok, I’m game.” He moved towards the table he had set up earlier. “Let’s get through dinner first at least.” He pulled back a chair for Matt. He pressed a kiss onto his shoulder after he sat down. “It’s curry with rice.”

Matt started tasting the dish, Frank waited for an opinion. He didn’t usually care but he put in the effort to make this special. “This is… delicious” he took another bite, savouring the flavours. “I didn’t think you could even cook.”

“I’m definitely no chef” He dug in. “Glad you like it.”

After they finished up, Frank cleared up the table while Matt leaned next to the sink. “Why’re you really here?”

“To have that dinner we agreed on.” He put away the last plate, standing to face Matt. “You don’t want to believe that.” For just a second it became evident that the notion had hurt him. Matt was painfully aware of it but they both knew it was a lie.

“Let’s get some fresh air, I’ve heard the view is great on the roof at this time of night.”

Matt held onto his arm as they reached the top, they sat on the concrete block. Matt tuned out all the noise around him, he needed this moment away from the world. He took a deep breath, his shoulders relaxing with the exhale. They sat in silence together for a few moments.

“Why’re you here?”

Frank leaned on the shorter man, placing and arm behind him. “You’re a lawyer, I thought you knew better than to ask that.”

“I’m not asking as a lawyer.” Matt sighed. He knew something big was going to tear the city apart if Frank Castle was involved. Just once he wanted a chance to prevent it.

Frank used his free hand to guide Matt’s face towards him. “Stay out of my way and you’ll be fine.” It may have sounded like a warning but that was in fact advice, because he cared just a little. He followed that up with a kiss to his temple. None of it was reassuring for Matt.

“You owe me.” He never wanted to say that but he knew what Frank was capable of, he needed a win. He placed a hand over the one on his face. He kissed him, holding it for a moment in hope to elicit some sympathy and asked again. “Tell me.”

“This isn’t about you.” Frank’s voice was gentle but Matt came to the realisation that he would not be getting any answers. Frank stood up, “Let’s get you back.” He took a second to take in the night, the city around him. “Someone lied to you about the view.”