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[rabbits_inblood]

[This is the place where you come to do things with and to Wilson Fisk. Because he is who he is be warned there might be mature stuff here]

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[callshimsir]

[rabbits_inblood]

To anyone else their relationship would have seemed odd. A strange balance of boss and employee mixed with a dark sexual need that neither one of them was bothered enough to name out loud. They didn't need to. All they needed to know that they would burn the world down for the other without question. Like this moment now. Fisk sat at Wesley's bedside leaning forward to offer him a cigarette disregarding hospital rules to offer comfort to his better half. "If you needed me you should have asked," he rumbled.

[callshimsir]

Wesley's hands shake a little as he wraps bloodied knuckles around the cigarette and takes a drag.

He survived getting shot, and was finally out of the hospital, from that, and then he gets bashed by some idiots... He thought that stuff was over when he got out of high school.

Though this is a very serious case of you should see the other guy.

"I sincerely thought I could handle it, Sir..." He admits honestly. "I got the intel, I just wasn't expecting there to be homophobic activity in that neighborhood... I take it I'm going to need new glasses."

[rabbits_inblood]

Fisk sighs softly and shakes his head as he leans back and snaps his lighter off. 'You never had good sense when you were focused on a task," he says, "I cannot blame you for doing what you needed to do Wesley." He reaches into his suit jacket and offers out a new pair of glasses. "I took the liberty of putting in a standing order the last time this happened."

[callshimsir]

He takes another drag, the takes the glasses and slips them on this his face, and sighs a little as the world slips back into focus.

"Sir, forgive me... But this is not a regular occurrence." He chuckles a little stubbing out the cigarette. "The getting shot was a fluke." He shrugs a little.

"Perhaps we should consider a long holiday, someplace with one of our back up accounts..." He suggests carefully. "We can rebuild quietly away for a bit."

[rabbits_inblood]

Fisk nodded thoughtfully. "I think that would be wise," he mutters softly, "let the heat dies down and that would allow you to heal which is the most important thing."

[callshimsir]

"Yes, we can let things cool off, and start to rebuild." He says easily lips twitching a little, "You are still fairly popular... before my accident I was able to pin most of it on Leland, including... my shooting..." He takes a slow breath and stubs out the cigarette. "It might take a year or so but we can rebuild, but perhaps a few weeks of holiday will do us good as well." He muses a little.

[rabbits_inblood]

Wilson gently pats Wesley's hand and smiles. "That's my boy," he mutters, "always thinking ahead. I'm proud of you."

[callshimsir]

Wesley's lips twitch a little, "We let things cool off, release the fail safe documents slowly... while we sip drinks at the beach house..." He murmurs sitting up more fully and shifting to slide from the hospital bed into Wilson lap.

It's slightly awkward, but he wants the closeness, the beeps on the heart rate monitor pick up a little as he leans in and kisses the larger man slow and easy, a little edge to it.

He picks up his phone, and taps away for a moment. "Tickets are booked, Flight is in 8 hours." He smirks, the man truly dose have the devil in him.

[rabbits_inblood]

Wilson chuckles softly and shakes his head at Wesley amused by his thoughtfulness. "My clever boy," he rumbles, "what would I do without you?" .

[callshimsir]

"I am fairly certain you would be fine sir..." He murmurs honestly looking Wilson in the eyes, "If your time in prison, before the ruling was overturned is anything to go by..." There might be a hint of jealousy in his voice.

[rabbits_inblood]

"Violence is all well and good," Wilson replied, "but you know I value cleverness more than fists unless I have no other choice."

[callshimsir]

"Oh and is that what the glasses wearing, math teaching, tax evader was... muscle...?" Wesley teases lips twitching a little. "Tell me you brought me clothes, and I am not stuck in this hospital get up." He murmurs... "Can't look bad for our flight." He chuckles warmly.

[rabbits_inblood]

Wilson reached under the bed and brings out a bag with clothes, underwear and shoes in the style he knew Wesley was used to. "Of course I did. I would never let you down like that."

[callshimsir]

James' lips twitch slightly and and slowly pulls the suit on like a kind of armor, already looking more himself. Even if he's a shade underweight and needs to get some of the color back to his skin.

With the suit on he leans in and puts a hand with raw and bloody knuckles on the side of Wilson's face and in a rare show of public affection gives him a soft kiss.

"Shall we?"

[rabbits_inblood]

Wilson smiles and lifts his muscled bulk out of his chair and nodded. "Yes lets my Wesley. I suddenly find myself wishing to get yui home and make sure all the parts of you are in place."

[callshimsir]

"I'm sure that can be arranged." He chuckles as he and Wilson, make their way out of the hospital. "First thing to do once we are off the plane, and have ourselves a slight holiday before we start rebuilding." He smirks a little.

[rabbits_inblood]

"Oh I plan to make sure you are at your best before we start working again," Wilson says with another smile.

[damnitman]

Wesley chuckles low and dark looking at his bloody knuckles and frowning for a moment before fixing his expression and moving out of the hospital with Wilson to the waiting car. While he wants to get back to work. He knows they both are in need of a holiday. He can work from the villa anyway unless Wilson finds a way to stop him.