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In the 30 something years that Dex had been alive he’d not felt much– call it a result of his trauma from his abusive foster parents, or the psychological disorder he’d been diagnosed with in his early years; but Benjamin “Dex” Poindexter had liked to think he was immune to the weaknesses of normal human emotions. He knew what sadness was, of course, he’d gotten a nasty taste of that in his late teens when Dr. Mercer had passed on– as well as anger, like when his promotion had been delayed at his job.
But there was one thing that Dex had not felt, or at least experienced, in a long, long time– and it was the feeling of jealousy. He knew jealousy, of course, he’d remembered all too well how he felt when his baseball coach had made him sit out in favor of giving the other kids a turn. He also remembered how he felt nothing but resentment towards his coach, and later apathy once he’d thrown the ball to crack his previous mentor’s skull.
Jealousy, to say the least, was something the tall, blonde, handsome FBI agent did not usually feel as a full-grown man. Jealousy was for the weak-minded, for those who lacked the inner peace and structure he’d created carefully in his mind for himself. You see, structure was the key to everything for Dex– it was the essence of his sanity, carefully curated for him with the help of his late doctor.
It was why he followed the same routines in his day-to-day life, it was the sole purpose of the reason why he’d sought out a job in law enforcement. So when Dex awoke this morning and headed into work, one could imagine why he’d felt entirely put off when you weren’t there to greet him with a shy smile and an awkwardly cute little wave. Perhaps his attraction to you was purely from the unspoken routine that the two of you shared, or perhaps it was because of the slightly too tight, slightly see-through, white button-up shirts you had seemed to love to adorn– but if there was one thing that the blonde was fore-sure of, it was the stirrings of the unwelcoming jealousy that boiled within his gut when you weren’t there to greet him by the coffee machine and instead were found to be hold-up in conversation with Agent Nadeem.
Dex didn’t care and paid no mind to the fact that the Agent in question was married with a kid– the sight of him stealing your attention away from the morning greeting that Poindexter looked forward to every day made him grind his teeth and clench his fists in rage. Briefly, though Dex immediately pushed the thought aside, he imagined what it would be like if he threw the pen in his pocket into the back of Nadeem’s head.
Would his skull explode upon impact? Would his brains go spattering all across your pretty smile? Would you scream and cry?
A shiver of excitement ran up his spine.
Nadeem, as if sensing Dex’s concentrated hatred, turned around to face him. His eyes widened upon contact with Dex’s, but only briefly, and just as quickly as he’d come, Nadeem was quickly moving away from you with his head bowed and over to his private cubicle. That’s when Benjamin’s gaze snapped over to yours.
You smiled kindly, as if not seeing or sensing the tension from the two men in the room, before gliding over to where Dex stood near the coffee machine.
“Rough night?” You asked, ever so kindly. Dex couldn’t help but immediately forgive you at that moment.
It wasn’t your fault that the world was full of predators out to steal you away. You were goodness incarnate, pure, and everything that Dex needed to be.
“Not really, why do you ask?”
“You just seem a little tired today, thought I’d ask.” Your smile widened a little as you said this. “It’s not because of the whole Fisk case, is it?”
Dex’s stomach turned. He did not like you saying his name, or just being reminded of the Kingpin in general, for that matter.
“No. Not at all… let’s change the subject– you, me, dinner at my place?” Dex’s lips moved faster than his brain could process, and by the time he’d realized just what he’d asked you, it was a little too late.
Your smile dropped, eyes going wide, but only for the briefest of moments before the light in your face came right back and you were grinning again.
“Sure! That sounds fun. Have you already decided on the meal, or are you open to suggestions? Because, honestly, I’ve been craving Pizza like crazy!”
Internally, a sigh of relief echoed in the FBI agent’s mind.
“Pizza it is!” He smiled and laughed, mimicking your expression with intent.
The remainder of the day followed without incident. Dex even found himself with a little more skip in his step as the day neared the end. He’d been dreaming of when he could take you home for himself for quite some time now– he just never fathomed he’d ever work up the proper amount of courage to ask you out.
When the Agent had arrived home, he immediately started to put his plan into motion. The two of you agreed to have dinner at around 7– a little late in the evening, but you both decided it would be enough time for both of you to finish up and work from the day, as well as to clean up a bit for the evening. It was never flat-out stated, but tonight was a date– casual, but still a date nonetheless.
Dex showered, changed into a button-down shirt and dark jeans, and ordered the food. He already knew exactly what you liked from his observation of you over the past year, but asked you through text anyhow, just so he would come off all the more casual. While waiting for you and the food to arrive, the dexterous man straightened up his apartment a bit.
There was not much to clean or move around. Dex lived in a simple one-bedroom apartment. The entrance into his home was a small kitchen that was only divided from the living room by a countertop, and to the left of the living room, was a simple wall and door that divided his bedroom and bathroom from the main part of his home.
His walls were a plain cream color, the only photo to be seen was that of a group photo from his old job, and a few childhood drawings pinned to the fridge for memorabilia’s sake. Dex had no family or close friends to have captured memories of. Nor any real interests outside of his job.
Although on the bed of his bedroom door, he did keep a small dart board hung up, just for those late nights he couldn’t fall asleep.
It took you longer than you would have liked to get ready for your dinner date with Dex. Nerves, you supposed, fluttered in your stomach wildly throughout the day. The conversation you had had with Nadeem that morning was the root cause of the anxiety that forced your heart to do jumping jacks in your rib cage.
You had suspected for a while that Fisk was using the FBI as a means to get rid of the competition to his illegal business, and you knew damn well that his lawyers were likely the culprits handling his business affairs while he sits pretty in that damn penthouse. But when Nadeem came to you with a concerning theory that one of your own was working alongside Fisk, you couldn’t help but feel a little on edge, especially after he told you to watch yourself around Dex.
You liked Dex, you did, you had ever since the first day in office when you accidentally spilt coffee on his shirt and he charmed you with a corny (yet somewhat morbid) joke about having worse spilt on him (or… perhaps he was trying to make a dirty joke? You weren’t sure, but laughed anyways). So when Dex came up towards you this morning, after the shocking revelation that Nadeem dropped on you, you jumped at the opportunity to agree to go on a date. You wanted so badly for Dex to be innocent, and this itself presented the perfect opportunity in understanding the mysterious agent more.
That, and you did like him and hoped he did too.
So, with the plan in motion and your determination set, you gave yourself a once-over in the mirror before calling a cab and heading to the address he texted you.
Dex answered the door with the first knock, startling you within the hall of his apartment complex. He lived a little further downtown, but in a relatively quiet neighborhood. Not the best apartments you’ve visited in Hell’s Kitchen, he could probably afford nicer if he wanted, but nice nonetheless, and clean.
Bashfully, the opposing Agent in question smiled and apologized for the abrupt answer to your knocks, before inviting you into his abode. You laughed it off, and for a second, the doubts of what Nadeem told you earlier bounced around in your skull.
“You arrived just in time!” Dex said, smiling, guiding you over towards the small kitchen that led into the even smaller living room. “Pizza just arrived.”
You smiled back, allowing him to take the leather jacket you had decided to wear over the dress of the evening. Briefly, you felt his eyes flutter over your figure as you turned and pretended not to notice whilst taking a seat at one of the two bar stools he had set up. Dex hung your jacket next to his FBI jumper on a coat rack next to the door.
“So handsome. What kind of movie are we watching tonight?”
Flirtation was never your strong suit, but you played it off well tonight.
A sheepish smile spread coyly across his face, and you watched as Dex’s cool demeanor suddenly stopped, and a fresh blush adorned his face.
“Uh-I-ha,” he laughed bashfully, scratching the back of his neat little haircut. “I was so focused on ordering the food and waiting for you that I forgot all about selecting a movie.”
You laughed, easing his nerves.
“That’s quite alright! I’m sure we’ll find something entertaining.”
You moved from your spot on the bar stool to the front of the couch in his living room, which, was more of a slightly longer loveseat than an actual couch, before snatching up the remote that lay on the coffee table in front of it and switching on the TV. From behind you, you heard Dex move closer.
“Would you believe me if I told you that I don’t watch TV? Well, besides keeping up with the Red Sox during baseball season.”
“You like sports?” You asked, turning to face him briefly.
“Only baseball, and not as much as when I was a kid. Really, I keep up with it to pass the time and to make conversation. You?”
“Not particularly. I just didn’t take you as the competitive type.” With your attention turned back to the TV screen ahead, you watched as it flickered to life seamlessly.
Oddly, Dex’s apartment felt cold, not exactly in a literal sense, the room was at a comfortable temperature, rather, the place didn’t feel very “lived in” as some would say. It was clean and minimal, and somehow his home felt more like a hotel room rather than someone’s actual living space. All of this dawned on you when the smart TV’s option screen came to life before you.
He had no apps downloaded from the menu screen– normally, people would at the very least have some sort of channel subscription service like Netflix or Disney Plus to choose from, but all that greeted you were the basic free channel services that almost all TVs nowadays had predownloaded.
‘I suppose he wasn’t lying when he said he didn’t watch TV,’ you thought to yourself; pulling up one of the free channels available and looking through some free movies.
“How do you feel about horror?” You asked, breaking the silence that briefly enveloped the room during your search.
“It’s… okay,” he hesitated, as if he were testing the waters for your reaction. Was he trying to gauge what kind of movies you liked? How sweet.
“This channel seems to mostly have those kinds of movies on it– and you’re not giving me exactly a selection here. I tell you what,” you made eye contact with him again, “I’ll put an older one on, and if you decide that you don’t like it, we’ll turn it off and try to find something else.”
Dex smiled and agreed.
The featured film for this evening was titled “Psycho”, naturally, if you were going to put on an old black and white film, you’d rather it be a classic, and Psycho was a grand as they came in American films of this era and genre. The film revolved around a woman stealing money from her job and skipping town to go meet up with a man. During her travels, she stops and rests at a hotel where she is then brutally murdered by the owner who plays dress-up by night as his deceased mother.
It was an eerie plot, but by today’s standards, it was nothing in comparison to what is commonly shown.
Dex was silent throughout the movie, and you stole glances from him when you could, trying to understand whether or not it was boring him or if he was entertained. The pizza he ordered was fantastic— it was actually from one of your favorite takeout places in town, and you enjoyed it with a soda beverage.
As the film neared the end, you now finished eating and were sitting cross-legged on one end of the couch, felt an ever-so so shift beside you. You ignored it, assuming of course, that Dex was just readjusting, until his arm came to wrap around your shoulders.
Shock was the first reaction you had to his boldness, and then came ease. You eased into Dex’s side, allowing him to envelope you.
It’d been too long since you had the pleasure of being in the company of a man, and despite the slight dwellings of doubt that flickered from your mind, you liked Dex, and so far, he’d given you no reasons to suspect him of the suggestions Nadeem had made earlier about him.
No words were passed between the two of you when the credits began to roll, there was no need. As if possessed, you turned your face up at him and leaned up to capture his lips in a chastening kiss. You meant it only to be an innocent peek; a sorta thank you, for the relaxing night, but when the opposing agent reciprocated, it turned heated.
Dex’s lips were cold and possessive, and they moved faster than yours could to keep up. The bite and sucked on your lower lip before trailing to the corner of your jaw, down your neck, where they then made perch on a particularly sensitive spot.
You gasped and shuddered beneath him, slightly taken aback by his behavior and fully turned on from it. You allowed yourself, however, to be dragged down beneath him on the couch. You let him slide a space in between your legs, and you revealed him in the moment.
Your hands, shaky and unsteady, grabbed on to anything within reach to gain some level of control– the couch, Dex’s hair, his shoulder blades– but no matter what, you felt yourself spiraling, drowning in him.
His hands, just like his lips, were ravenous and everywhere. You couldn’t even fathom what was transpiring until your dress slipped over your head and you were left shivering on his couch in your undergarments and heels.
Dex, ever the sadist, laughed at your reaction before scooping you up into his arms and whisking you to his room. Almost cruelly, he tossed you onto the bed and stood above you as he began undressing. Sluggish, you tried sitting up and undoing the strap on your heels to kick them off, but like a natural predator, he was on top of you before you could be successful.
Dex forced you into a somewhat awkward position, with your knees to your chest, practically folding you in half. You gasped and squirmed in the uncomfortable, compromising angle, but made no real efforts to stop him as he shimmed out of his pants and tossed his shirt to the side. You were in awe for a moment as the agent presented himself in all his glory to you.
You knew Dex was fit, it was a requirement to maintain your health as an FBI agent, but you supposed you never knew just how athletic his build was under those button-down shirts.
Dex’s room was dark, the only source of lighting coming from the kitchen that peeked out from the half-open bedroom door, but it was just enough for you to take in all the details of the man before you.
Dex smiled down at you, noticing your stare, but said nothing as he swooped down on you, stealing your lips in a shockingly more tender kiss. It didn’t last long as a moment later the heat between the two of you reignited and he was back to devouring you while you were left helpless but to grasp onto his shoulders and neck. Dex was a wild animal.
You awoke sometime in the night to a bump in the dark. Norepinephrine and histamine are not quite yet doing their job on your brain as you struggled to comprehend where you were and the events that led you there, until everything, just like a switch, flipped in your brain and you were hit with a bus full of memories.
Dex…
You struggled to pull yourself up from the comfort of the thick covers that embraced you in their safety. Eyes bleary from sleep and crusted over; you could hardly make anything out in the dark, and as a result, found yourself fumbling about. Miraculously, you manage to regain enough mobility to flop yourself over onto your stomach, where you then army-crawl over to the nightstand.
You were still at Dex’s apartment, that much was for sure— but where Dex was at this time was beyond you. Snatching up your phone from the bedside table and unlocking the screen, you squinted at the time.
6:41 am.
‘Damn, it’s early!’ Your subconscious screamed at you.’Where the hell is Dex?’
You glanced over where he’d once slept— the memory of what the two of you did just hours prior floating through your mind. You squeezed your thighs together and reveled in the soreness that followed.
‘Focus!’ The more logical side of your brain complained. With aching muscles, you followed its instructions and moved from the comfort of the bed to the cold, hard wood flooring.
A chill shuddered your nude body, and you made it a point to cover yourself with the nearest article of constructed clothing— conveniently this being the dress you wore earlier… though, where you’re underwear went, you had no ounce of an idea.
Now arguably more decent than you were before, you ventured forth into the main living space that was Dex’s apartment. It was empty, you found, as your tired gaze swept across the kitchen and living room.
‘Is he in the bathroom?’ The question briefly flickered in your mind, the possibility being highly likely as you turned back into the bedroom… and that’s when your stare caught it.
Next to the front door, Dex’s coat closet stood ajar— of course, nothing about that per say would be strange— except for the large safe that lay within. Said safe, just like the closet, was also pulled open— and that’s where you found a box racked full of cassette tapes. You didn’t mean to pry— hell! You didn’t want to be the one digging through his stuff, but something uncomfortable stirred within your gut and compelled you to reach forward.
“What’re you doing up, darling?”
Dex’s voice startled a yelp out of you, and you spun around to face him.
“It’s late, my love. Let’s go back to bed,” he urged you with gentle words. You choked out an embarrassed excuse, allowing him (albeit begrudgingly) to guide you back to bed.