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Face had stayed awake after outlining his plan, long after the others had drifted away to catch what rest they could. Murdock knew that the responsibility was weighing heavily on him, particularly coming so soon after the reveal of Morrison's betrayal. He found him still looking over the three plastic cups, mentally going over the details of the plan.

"Who has the most to lose from this? Me," he'd pointed out to him. "And I trust you."

"Yeah, I know.. but you're crazy."

"Not that crazy."

Eventually he coaxes a genuine smile out of him, and he pulls him away from the table. "C'mon, you're not gonna do us any favors stayin' up all night."

Face follows him without too much protest, stopping short when he reaches their makeshift sleeping quarters. "What is that?"

"What, that?" Murdock grins, picking up the small stuffed hippo. "Found it with the dolls. Must've gotten mixed in with the wrong shipment."

Face just shakes his head as Murdock pulls him down to sleep, still humming his faux-operatic tune. Eventually, the soft singing changes to a more melancholy melody.

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Right about now? It's as good an option as anything - of course feeling Murdock's weight closer down on him and the anticipation of more is an even better one.

"If you did it? Mmmm... I could think of worse ways to go."

Still, his hands grab Murdock's strong forearms and he closes his eyes - forcing himself to relax as he feels the tip of his cock brush against him, barely pressing in.

"Yes..." he whispers, open mouthed with the slow sensation. "God yes."

Slowly, he pushes inward, groaning at the feeling he hasn't felt in far too long.

"Can we just... do this all the time?"

Yeah, they're so gonna get busted. At least the guys know how to turn a blind ear really well. He's still gonna hear about it.

"Uh-huh..." he manages to groan, nodding emphatically. "I'm okay with that."

Taking him easily enough, all comments regarding the amount of practice he's had aside, he lets out a soft moan when he feels the press of Murdock's thighs against him. "More..." he pants, pushing back against him. "Little faster."

Murdock's never been good at the quiet game.

"Kinda thought you would be."

He finds his pace easily enough, just fast enough to get some good friction going.

He'll learn... or get used to being obvious.

Eager, thoroughly enjoying the rough stretch - sensations not quite familiar but also not strange - Face pushes up into each gentle thrust. With an appreciative groan, he wraps his arms around Murdock's shoulders and kisses him hard.

"Feels great..." he manages, eyes heavy with pleasure as much as exhaustion.

"You like that, huh?"

It's both uniquely new and achingly familiar, that look in his eyes as he slowly loses control.

"Uh-huh..." he moans, kissing him again without a hint of reserve.

"God I love it." His arms squeeze even tighter, drinking in the warm skin and shift of muscles with each amazing, slow thrust.

"I love you."

They've never said those words during this, and it feels strangely vulnerable... like it's something that needs to be protected.

"Love you too... so much."

He picks up the pace as he reaches in between them.

Everything's laid out raw and vulnerable, they're exhausted and emotionally battered and in a lot of ways it's comforting to know that no matter how much he doesn't trust himself he can trust Murdock. Beyond sex, beyond respect, there's no other way to describe it but love.

The easy slip of Murdock's strong hand couples with his thrusts, spreading wet arousal between them. "Fuck..." He breathes, tightening around him; "Just a little more... Gah..."

"Anything you want."

At that moment it's easy to forget that they're stuck in a dank freighter on their way to attempt easily the craziest stunt they've ever pulled. It's all too easy to let himself get caught up in these feelings.

"I want you..." the words tumble from his lips without reservation, calm and at the same time aroused. "This... all of it."

Even in a freighter with blankets that smell like oil and dust, even knowing what they're about to walk into, he wants it.

It's not the place he would have chosen for this, but somehow they make it work.

"You've got me."

He doesn't know why that does things to him - but something about the honesty in Murdock's voice makes him believe without a doubt.

"Close..." he groans, kissing his face as he bucks his hips upward with each thrust. "Harder... don't stop until you're done - you get me?"

"Got you..."

He's close to the edge himself, as he runs a hand down Face's side.

"I've got you."

"Babe..." he grins wickedly against Murdock's open lips, following it with a shaky moan.

"Oh god... fuck... Murdock..."

He's got him. Totally and completely in every way that's possible to chain him down.

He's got just as much of a grip on Murdock, if the tightening of his fingers on his waist is any indication.

"Don't hold back."

"Nuh-uh..." he huffs, his nerves tingling as he feels every inch inside him acutely aware of just how far he's gone.

Pulling him down hard, Face buries a loud cry in a deep kiss - tasting the tang of Murdock's mouth as his body tightens and his seed streaks the underside of his lover's belly.

"Oh yeah..."

True to his word, he doesn't let up until he's followed him with his own release, resting his head on Face's shoulder as he comes down from the aftershocks.

"That..."

The sentence doesn't seem to have an ending.

"Was fucking awesome..." Face half-laughs, grinning dumbly as the ship still spins around them.

"God..." he kisses Murdock's temple, reverently stroking his upper back; "Man..."

He doesn't say anything for a while, just holding him tightly as he cleans them up as best he can with one of the nearby scraps of cloth.

Reality will creep back in soon enough.

Reality, exhaustion, sore bodies... impending doom. It has a way of finding its way back.

"Murdock..." he murmurs, managing to tug his jeans back on before leaving to clean himself up.

"Look, if I uh... if I don't make it through this..."

"Don't..."

They haven't come this far just to lose each other now.

He turns on his hip, grabbing for his discarded shirt to make what little sleep he'll get warmer if nothing else.

"You need to know, man..." he whispers, lips slack with seriousness. "I mean it. I do, you know... I'm not good at saying it or showing it, but I do."

"Since I'm the one with a higher likelihood of not makin' it out of this, we should be having this conversation the other way 'round."

He feels something lumpy under his head and pulls out the poor scandalized stuffed hippo.

"Next time, let's not do that with an audience."

He can't help but smile, brushing another kiss against Murdock's cheek as he makes eye contact with the plush.

"I think think it was a mutually enjoyable bonding experience."