bakerstreet | Skeet skeet

He takes the time to pour himself a drink, never one to give up the offer of free things that he wanted. The alcohol burned in that way that he liked, warming him just a little before he set the glass down and started to walk slowly towards Matt. "Slip of the tongue there, 'see'. Now, are we talking dirty deeds to confess, or are you still on about me proving what I am?"

Matt lifts his eyebrows and listens to the man move across the floor, judging distance and details of movement out of habit. It's odd how he can smell the whiskey but only barely, the way scents come off skin rather than on breath.

Then again, it fits with everything else Spike's been telling him.

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves. If you can't make a convincing case, I might have to just toss you out on your ass."

"You could try," that barest hint of a threat, more a reflex really. Spike was having fun, stalking slowly towards the man without the shades now. It was easier to see the color of his eyes, even by the oddly vibrant advert board blazing colors into the room. With everything that's happened lately, Spike could do with a bit of fun. A bit of something to forget everything else.

"What case am I making, barrister? That I'm what I say I am? Or that you'll like it?"

"Is that another challenge?"

Matt's enjoying himself, not bothered in the least by the hint of threat. If he's honest, it's kind of a turn-on.

"If it pleases the court, counsel would like to request that opposing counsel submit evidence to support their position on Skepticism v Vampirism."

What? He thinks lawyer talk is sexy, okay.

That gets a laugh from Spike, the vampire stepping closer to where Matt is until he can touch the his boot to Matt's shoe. "I could give counsel irrefutable proof. Shall we use my face as Exhibit A? You'll have to do your little feely feel bit. Let's call this my pretty face, mm?" He stood there, waiting for Matt to agree or disagree, not changing his features, since that would be B. Had to give him something to compare it to, after all, otherwise he might just call him an ugly mug.

"Sounds fair, counsel accepts the proposal."

It'll kill two birds with one stone, since Matt's been kind of wondering about Spike's appearance anyway. His eyes unfocus even more as he runs his fingers lightly over the contours of his face. Prominent cheekbones, strong jaw, bit of smugness around the mouth... Matt doesn't have any idea what conventional standards of beauty would have to say, but he finds the guy attractive.

"All right, I guess 'pretty' seems apt enough. So what's exhibit B?"

Spike's hand lifts to Matt's hand, lifting it up to his brow to let him feel the smoothness of it before he lets that demonic side of himself out. There's a shift, one that's not subtle at all. Instead of a normal set of features, there's an almost neanderthal ridge that appears, furrowing over to make his eyes more deep set, make his face more feral looking. "Think you've got the stones to see how big and nasty other things have gotten?" He was referring to his teeth, which Matt might also be able to tell had changed without needing to touch, since his speech had changed just a bit. Talking with fangs was always a little more dangerous than talking without them.

But Matt was also free to take that any way he pleased, since for all he knew, maybe other things had changed as well.

Matt jerks his hand back as if burned, as they flesh beneath his fingers begins to shift in ways that don't make sense. But it's only for a second, and then he reaches again, to feel the new ridges and lines that have appeared. Really he shouldn't be so shocked, but he realizes now that half of him still believed there was some other, more mundane explanation.

Like mystical heartbeat-controlling ninjas. Mundane things like that.

The innuendo isn't lost on him, and he softly huffs in amusement. "Careful you don't over-sell yourself." At the moment he's still busy above the belt, though, his fingers drifting slowly to Spike's mouth. "Anything weird going to happen if I cut myself?"

"What, like you'll turn into the undead? Nah, takes more than a nick to do that." And frankly, Spike wasn't in the mood to cater to taking care of a new baby vampire. They were so needy, proven by his last attempt with Harmony. Though, maybe that was just her generation. Or that whole valley girl thing. Either way, a new charge wasn't on his to-do list.

He's patient as he lets Matt explore his features, tongue darting out to lick at a finger when it gets close enough. "Mm, tasty."

At least that's one concern he can put to rest. Although 'more than a nick' leaves a lot of open territory.

Normally, Matt's used to a little more foreplay before he puts his fingers in someone's mouth, but there's not much that's normal about this encounter anymore. He unconsciously sucks at his lower lip as he carefully runs a finger across Spike's teeth. And finds that the fangs do exist after all.

"Okay. I guess if it walks like a vampire and talks like a vampire..." Time to add yet another example to his growing list of how the world is so much stranger than he'd ever believed. "I apologize if this seems weird."

Before he has to explain himself, he leans close enough to almost touch his nose to the side of Spike's neck, and inhales. Nothing corpse-like, thank God, but also definitely no body heat, or scent of the musk he associates with pretty much every other person he's ever been this close to.

He'd quirk a brow if he were able to, but the lack of one at the moment makes that not very likely. Still, it surprises him enough that the demon slips back and Spike's 'regular' face replaces it. He tips his head down to look at Matt, then tips it to the side in invitation. "I just sprouted fangs and you think a little sniff is weird? Please. Of course, if you want a nibble yourself, I wouldn't say no..."

He can smell all the subtle changes to Matt's scent as well; pheromones, alcohol, the tantalizing rush of blood under those few layers of skin.

"You seemed to be a little put off before about how good my sense of smell is." He can't help grinning, though, at the bold invitation, and he lets the tip of his nose just barely brush skin before pulling back. Although not far enough to really leave Spike's personal space.

"Thought the nibbling was your shtick. I wouldn't want to infringe on anyone's territory." Yes, he's a tease, and no he does not possess the slightest sense of self-preservation.

"Put off? Nah, more like surprised. Not many humans I know have as keen a sense of smell, blind or not." He feels the light brush of Matt's nose, then the man moves back, though, not entirely out of his area. Spike smiles, moving in now to let himself move closer to Matt's neck. He can't bite, not without the invitation to, otherwise that'll be too much like an attack and the bloody chip will trigger. But he can tease himself. Smell that scent just beckoning him as he lets the edge of his lips brush over that beating pulse. "I'm not greedy in that regard. Don't mind sharing."

"I'm not really like most people." Which he'd consider a hell of an understatement if he weren't standing chest to chest with the undead.

He exhales raggedly, because if there's one thing almost as sensitive as his olfactory nerves, it's his skin. Especially in areas that tend to be responsive in even the unsusceptible of humans.

"Maybe this is a good time to get a little expansion on what exactly goes beyond just a 'nick'."

If he had a heartbeat, it would be speeding just a tad from that, because to Spike, that sounded like interest. In fact, it sounded very close to permission, and he had to reach a hand down to Matt's side, fingers finding the waist of his pants and tugging him closer. "That, Pet, is up to you. Clearly a full feeding is off the menu, as a drained partner isn't any fun -- until they've woken up again. But maybe... just a taste?"

Spike won't have to wonder about Matt's interest level any longer, not as close as they are now. This may actually be the stupidest thing he's ever done, and if you know Matt Murdock, that's saying a lot. But what the hell, he's never run from anything before. And at least this guy has said he doesn't want him dead.

"Just so we're clear, the limit is before the point where I'd normally be involving an ambulance." If Foggy knew about this, he'd wash his hands of Matt for good. "Wait, shit, hold on. White shirt."

Silk dress shirts are expensive, and he'd prefer to keep the bloodstains where they can be hidden by his jacket. Reluctantly, he steps back to quickly undo the buttons, sliding off his shirt without even thinking about the expansive collection of scars.

He might not be thinking of them, but as soon as Spike's hand touches his side, dark room or not, he can feel the raised ridges that are scattered here and there over the body in front of his. It makes him take a minute, both hands moving to slide up along Matt's chest, feeling the paths of pain that had left their marks on him. "My, my, someone's been a busy little beaver. If this is anything to go by, a little nip from me won't likely even be noticed. But it'll go better for me if I know you like it. Less pain that way."

Again, for him. If he knew he was hurting the other man, that chip would do its thing and ruin what could be a perfectly good night.

Matt shudders at the hands smoothing across his skin. "I've got some unusual hobbies." Thankfully there aren't any recent injuries, not beyond a few bruises, which are pretty much ever-present anyway.

He misses Spike's meaning about pain, unaware of the chip in his head, and just dismisses it with a shrug. "Pain doesn't bother me."

A bite, even from a vampire, couldn't possibly hurt as much as the beating he took from Fisk. And he got back up from that, didn't he?

"But if what you need is confirmation that I'm good with this? Then yeah. I'm good with this."

"Right. Well, now I'm starting to feel overdressed. Feel like helping me with that?" His hands skim up over a toned chest, sliding fingers with chipped black polish on them around to the back to feel just as many, if not more scars back there. "Bloody hell, mate. Went a few rounds with a meat grinder, did you?"

Not that any of that bothered him. If anything, the idea of having a partner, a human partner who was into pain, who'd like a nip here and there -- maybe along the neck, or the inner thigh... Well. That was just an incredible turn on. Evidenced by the erection pressing against the front of his black jeans.

"Something like that."

Oh, Matt would be happy to help with the overdressed situation. Sliding his hands up Spike's chest, he works them under the shoulders of his coat and pushes it down his arms, then drops them to his waist to pull at the hem of his shirt.

"I like the leather, by the way. Just to make up for griping about the cigarettes."

Spike appears to be pretty toned himself, if the abs under Matt's fingertips are any indication. That's something he definitely intends to explore more fully.

Some vampires didn't mind preening and showing off just how good they'd look for the rest of eternity. Spike would be one of those. He lifted his arms up to help Matt get rid of his shirt, reaching for the warm body in front of his to pull up against himself. Another reason to love humans; that heat that seeped into him and made him want to roll all over him, wrap himself around him just to keep that warmth. "You're a bit of a laugh, Lawyer. All prim and proper with your tie and suit, but you've got a jigsaw of marks here that talk about interest in other things. You don't like smoking and have a cross on your wall, but you invite a vampire into your home and seem to enjoy leather."

"Like I said, unusual hobbies." Hey, it's technically the truth. It's not like he gets paid to be Daredevil. Not that lately he's been getting paid a whole lot to be a lawyer either.

Matt has to admit, he kind of likes being something of an enigma, especially to a guy who can lay claim to a boatload of mystery himself.

The cool skin against his make Matt shiver, but it isn't a wholly unpleasant sensation. "There's nothing shocking about a blind guy enjoying something that smells and feels nice." The way he grins, eyebrows up, lends an undertone of innuendo to his statement. Spike smells different from what he's used to but not in a bad way, his body is muscular and his skin is smooth. Even if the unusually low temperature makes Matt instinctively shove him into a hot shower and then a warm bed.

"Hedonist," he all but purred, hands gripping Matt's trousers and using that hold to pull the man closer, pressing their hips together in a way that let Matt know just how okay he was with everything that was going on. For a creature that didn't have his own heartbeat, it was a good thing that didn't seem to affect the flow of blood to other very important appendages. Matt was welcome to try to figure out that mystery. "So, do those hobbies include getting your arse kicked on a daily basis? Because I smell blood all over this apartment, Pet. Seems someone's into some very interesting foreplay."

Matt can't help roll his hips a little in response to that, pleased if slightly puzzled about how a vampire manages an erection. But then, he's slightly puzzled about how a vampire manages to exist at all, so he's willing to let his questions wait for a more convenient time. He may not be that 'prim and proper' fellow people tend to assume he is, but he's not kinky enough to find in-depth medical analysis terribly sexy.

He laughs at being called a hedonist, because if Spike thinks that now, wait until he gets a load of the silk sheets on the bed.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you." He shakes his head, chest rising and falling as more of his own blood flow is redirected south, then presses his lips softly against the corner of Spike's jaw. "Maybe I'm just clumsy."

"Somehow, I doubt that." He presses closer still, a little grind at the end of that shift of his hips, scenting the change in Matt's pheromones, smiling as he picks up on that arousal he'd been aiming for. He feels the slight tease of a kiss, turning his head to nip at Matt's lip. Nothing that would break skin, human-blunt teeth doing the biting, but enough to give him a heady rise of his own arousal, enjoying the promise of what was to come. "So, do I get a tour of this clumsy place, or you just want to fool around here, mm?"

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