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[ Matt can't say that he didn't miss this. The easy way it is to fight alongside someone he knows. The way Frank covers anything he might miss, even if it isn't much, and the way his body moves, violent and in it's true element. It doesn't have the same fluidity that his own does, but it has a kind of grace to it.

Everyone has their own battlefield, after all.

He stops, breathing harsh, and blood on his lip from a stray punch. He grins under the black mask when Frank knocks the last guy out, teeth gleaming in the low light. ]

Thought you weren't gonna get sweet on me.

[ An old tease, but still pertinent. He wants to cross the distance in the alley right then, but someone's already called the cops about the commotion. His head tilts towards the sound of sirens starting up. ]

My place. Half an hour. [ Should be plenty of time for both of them to get back, and not have to worry about attracting attention or any tails. ] Then we can talk about that upcharge.

[ With that, he's jumping up on the edge of a dumpster to grab on to the nearest fire escape and vault up, heading for the rooftops. ]

Edited 2019-01-22 05:08 (UTC)

[Coming back shouldn't feel this easy, yet it does. Months after he helped nurse Matt back to relative health, after they parted ways again and Frank became a ghost to New York, here he is. One text and it's like nothing has changed at all. He doesn't understand why Matt doesn't push him back, why he just accepts this, but that's gotta be a good sign. The man who left him back then in Jersey wasn't the same as the one fighting on this rooftop.

He's changed. They both have.

Frank's reasons for returning may not be the greatest but he finds relief in fighting at Matt's side, in cracking some skulls and letting out some pent up frustration for the evening. While he doesn't use his guns there's a reason for that too. He asked to come into Matt's territory and this particular fight isn't his own. There's a time and a place. He gets that now.

Breathing heavy, Frank chuckles at the comment of sweetness, taking a step closer.] Guess I lied.

[Before he can take another step though Matt's doing that thing where he cocks his head just so and can hear something up ahead, his warning clear. Frank wants to sigh but instead watches the other disappear into the dark, his own method of moving quickly sending him back to his truck parked across the street.

By the time he's at Matt's door, dressed down and knuckles red from the fight, he doesn't wait to be let in politely. Instead, the moment the door's open he shoves up against Matt and presses him to the adjacent wall, door kicked behind him, and lips slotted together in a greeting he's been dying to give since he first thought to reach out to Matt again.]

[ It had been difficult to come back for so many reasons. Least of all was selfish desire to ignore what was happening in New York, but it would have soured whatever this was between them. It didn't change the softer moments, the strange quiet as he healed, and nights without sirens in the quiet town Frank had them in. The man who had left Frank Castle then, had been one convinced he was going to put another man in the ground, and nearly did. He still carries the guilt of it on his conscience.

He's not sure how far he stepped into that darkness, or how much it's left a stain on him yet.

Matt doesn't know Frank's reasons, or even if he's going to tell them to him. He might. He might not. He's glad Frank didn't bring out the guns, and is grateful he at least respects his turf enough to not. Even if he can't say it won't come up later, should another war be coming on the other man's heels.

All he gets for the trouble of his comment is a breathy laugh before the moment ends from the call to the authorities.

By the time Frank gets there, he's still in the black outfit, but the mask is off. His lip is still red, scabbing over slowly from where it was split. He's glad he doesn't have to think of anything to say in order to fill in the space in the moment when he opens the door.

Matt grunts softly into the kiss when Frank rushes him, back hitting the wall with a thump that he can't bring himself to give a shit about, neighbors be damned. His arms go around his shoulders, and he slides his tongue into his mouth, enjoying that taste he hasn't had in too long.

When he finally does break away, still pressed against the wall, and fingers sliding up, questing into Frank's hair. He smiles a little. ] You changed it. I like it.

[There's a lot of unspoken tension here and while they aren't arguing about it now he knows it'll come eventually. It won't be all fun and games forever and at some point the shoe will drop, most likely after they've enjoyed their intimate reunion. For now Frank is content to let things flow as they will, glad he's getting kissed back instead of an elbow in his ribs.

Large hands slide up the sides of Matt's black shirt, pulling it up a few inches as his fingers stroke against warm skin, only revealing an inch or two. He's enjoying the familiar feeling and taste of Matt's mouth too much, bodies pressed together as close as possible. The fingers through his hair earn a low hum and Frank noses into Matt's cheek, lips pressing a smile to his jaw.]

More to hold onto? [Another quiet chuckle and Frank mouths down Matt's jaw and neck, pressing a kiss up against his racing pulse.] You should've felt when I still had a beard.

[ Eventually it always devolves into a fight. Frank crosses a line, or Matt refuses to budge away from one. It always ends that way, but they usually still manage to find some small middle ground for a time. A small neutral space to coexist in. The moments are few and far between, and more than worth savoring. Like now.

Matt's breath hitches at the feel of Frank's fingers against his skin, muscles jumping at the caress. His hands continue to wind into the other man's hair, and he offers an experimental tug at the sarcastic remark, smiling as well. ]

Definitely worth finding out. [ He offers with an airy laugh, tilting his head to the side to give Frank more room to explore, pulse jumping a little as he does. His hands leave the other man's hair, palms sliding down his face to cup his jaw, and let his fingers trace familiar angles. ] I don't think I could imagine that.

[ He shifts, using his hands to bring Frank's mouth back to his, and kisses him slowly, savoring it. He's not idle, though, and he shifts, hands sliding away from Frank's face, down to his shoulders to push at the other man's coat. ]

[They'll have plenty of time to talk in the aftermath. Frank is happy to continue as they are, to get reacquainted with one another's bodies, and it's a kind of intimacy he admittedly misses. They had something special for a time. That doesn't have to change even though they've had a break, does it?

Hands push at his coat and Frank lets it fall easily, breaking apart from the kiss to take off his shirt as well. There's no layers of armor or weaponry tonight, leaving his chest bare, and his hands resume the path they were drawing beneath Matt's new-old uniform.]

I don't think I've seen this outfit before. I like it. [One hand wanders up his ribs where he feels a new scar, and back down again over Matt's stomach.] Shows off your best features.

[ It's a kind of reacquainting that Matt is more than happy to give in to. Their last parting had been bittersweet, tinged with regret, and uncertainties. This, though, feels like none of those things, and it's invigorating. Nothing has to change just because of a break.

Matt chuckles a little against Frank's mouth before he pulls away as he hears the coat hit the floor. His stomach muscles jump a little at the other man's calloused hands finding their way over sensitive skin. He's glad there isn't anything in his way like body armor. Just Frank. ]

You do? [ He feels Frank's hand slide over one of many new scars, expression shuttering only a moment, and then refocuses on the other man. He shoves gently, only enough to get space between them so he can grab for the hem of the shirt, and tug it over Frank's head. ] Leading with flattery, huh?

[ He responds to his own question by grabbing the buckle of Frank's belt, and tugging back towards the living room. ]

[Distance or not, it never feels awkward once they reacquaint themselves in this way, and Frank's fucking grateful for that. Matt doesn't expect softness or apologies, just as Frank doesn't from him, only the reassurance that this is something he still desires. If not, he wouldn't be here with him right now.]

You know me. I aim to please. [He's tugged toward the living room and follows gladly, eyes falling over Matt's torso. Yeah, there's plenty of new scars, and he's almost certain most of them didn't come from just fighting off the occasional bad guy. He won't ask right now, instead doing them both the favor of unbuckling his belt once they make it closer to the couch.]

Your place hasn't changed at all.

[ They come together in a way no matter how much time has passed in a way that he hasn't found he has with anyone else. It was different with everyone else, even Elektra. When he and Frank went different ways, it was bittersweet, but not bitter. Bitterness is like regret, and heavy to carry in that way. ]

You do a good job. [ Matt stops once they get close to the couch, listening to the sound of Frank's belt coming undone. Such a simple sound shouldn't have such an affect on him, but here they are. Less clothes seems like the best idea for the moment, and Matt is quick to work his own belt off. He leaves it at clattering to the floor before he's in Frank's space again, turning them so he can push him to sit on the couch, and climb over him to straddle his lap. ]

Well, I wasn't staying here for a while. Mostly on account of the FBI looking for me.

[ It's also been difficult. Coming back from the dead, more or less. Coming back into his life. A life he thought he had already left behind when Frank picked him up from St. Agnes, and had them in Jersey for a while. Admittedly, he doesn't spend a lot of time there. ]

[Frank falls back onto the couch and with a lapful of Matt, he's quick to let wandering hands lead, palming up Matt's back and down his sides, before coming forward to work open his pants.]

That's usually my line. [He snorts some through his nose, though he knows a lot has happened to Matt outside of Frank's involvement. He's just glad he seems to be in better shape again.

Not wanting to think of Matt injured at the moment, Frank tilts his head up to pull him back into another kiss, hungry and wanting, hands shoving down at the material of his pants to sneak a touch inside and grab two handfuls of his ass. Fuck, has he missed this.]

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