It's really useful how Alex will just go wherever Asher wants him.

Alex's cock is so good. He's so full, he's stretched out, he's missed this-- 

Asher is so good. 

He — it hasn't been enough time to miss this since the last time he did it with someone but he'd missed doing this with Asher — it's good. It's so good. 

His eyes are closed and he's biting his lip and fucking himself on Alex's cock and his face seems lost.

Alex can probably guess what name he is going to start moaning soon.

He sure can. He's a little past caring. 

That's totally fair.

He's jerking himself off while he fucks Alex and wishes it were Sasha.

The sex pollen is fading and it's starting to feel more-- wrong.

He's oversensitive from having come twice already and Asher is very good and in short it does not take very long for Alex to bite his lip and come again. 

He rolls off and puts Alex's head on his shoulder. "Thanks."

"Mmmm. Thank you." 

It is polite to snuggle people after you have had casual sex with them!

Even though he feels kind of disgusting and wants to take a shower.

Alex is nonzero snuggly but he is not very snuggly, as a person. After a little while he pulls away and finds his clothes and makes his goodbyes and goes. 

As soon as he leaves Asher gets in the shower and turns it up hot enough to be painful and scrubs his skin. He can't stop feeling dirty. 

He and Z are poly, he and Sasha aren't dating at all, it was fine, he didn't break any promises, it was great sex and he wanted it the entire time, he shouldn't be feeling like this, why is he feeling like this. But the fact that he had Alex's dick in his mouth makes him want to swallow soap because it's the only way he'll feel clean. 

He isn't good enough. He'd had so many good intentions when he took the sex pollen and as soon as he did it just-- wiped his brain away, made it impossible to think. He failed, again, and if he keeps failing he can't keep Sasha safe, and-- it's stupid to assume that because he failed now he's going to fail in the future, he's always succeeded at everything, he's Asher Stark, but he keeps thinking what if this means I will never learn to resist mind control? and it seems. Persuasive. More persuasive than it should be.

At least Alex didn't ask who Sasha was, Asher was not really looking forward to Alex's 200-tweet callout about how Asher Stark wants to fuck a fifteen-year-old.

He notices, absently, that his skin is scraped raw. 

Sasha still can't sleep. When Lev comes over Sasha is much too busy kissing him to give more than a few seconds' thought to anything to do with school; his grades don't go back up but at least they aren't falling further. One of his teachers tries to schedule a conference with his parents and is stymied by the fact that they don't speak English and she doesn't speak Russian. 

He turns sixteen later that February, spends the day with his parents and the weekend with Lev and doesn't think about who he isn't spending time with. 

He takes sex pollen, doesn't text Alex, spends the afternoon jerking himself into a stupor.

He takes sex pollen, doesn't text Alex, jerks off once, spends the rest of the time lying in bed wanting but keeping his hands firmly behind his head.

He takes sex pollen, doesn't text Alex, doesn't come.

He gets his contact at SHIELD to divert other kinds of mind control.

He spends as much time as he can with Sasha. He's not really studying in his classes but his grades are good enough that it doesn't matter. He learns more about Wilson Fisk than Wilson Fisk himself knows.

Eventually he sends a folder to Asher with the note, "this is the best I have."

And Asher calls in a favor and gets an introduction and sweet-talks her on the phone and winds up at a lunch meeting with Vanessa Fisk.

She's politely interested when she arrives. 

"I'm here to talk to you about your husband."

Her expression doesn't change. 

"What about him?" 

Asher pulls out the folder. "Are you aware that your husband is the Kingpin?"

"...I was aware that people joked," she says, and her face doesn't look uncertain. 

"You might want to take a look at this."

The first two pages are dates and locations, the movements of Wilson Fisk and Kingpin. They match up perfectly. 

The next one is a plain-language, easy-to-understand explanation of how Kingpin's actions make Wilson Fisk richer and how he launders his money through legitimate businesses.

The next three are descriptions of crimes. There are photos. The photos are ghastly. Some of the crimes were done against children. 

Vanessa Fisk is very, very quiet. 

"When he flew out for a week last year with no notice," Asher says, "that wasn't whatever he told you it was, that was trouble with the cartels." He shows her the news article.

Her eyes are very wide. 

"I see." 

"...He mind-controlled me and I wound up murdering someone I love and the person came back to life because I am very very lucky."