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Adult +
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8
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7
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Watchmen and things related belongs to Alan Moore, I think. Not me at least. Nor do I make any money from this.
Nostalgia
Title: Nostalgia
Chapter: 1/3?
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Nite Owl II/Rorschach(right now), Ozymandias/Rorschach(later)
Warnings: Slash
Summary: First chapter to sequel of "The Unstoppable Force and the Immovable Object".
Disclaimer: Watchmen and things related belongs to Alan Moore, I think. Not me at least.
Note: Had fun with this first chapter. For future reference, these stories are set around 1975-ish.
Hours later seemed like days. Couldn't sleep. Toss and turn. Parasite under skin; lust. Room too hot to breath. Will go over to Daniel's. Sun is setting anyway. Found old coat and hat; will work. Leave apartment through window to avoid landlady.
Reach ground and slip out onto street. The filth is growing like mold in a saturated Miami apartment, but I can't seem to think about it. Pants are tight at strong memories; can't shake feeling. Coat hides it well.
Reach Daniel's apartment. Take quick look around. No one. Try handle; it opens. Suspicious. Step quietly down the halls; empty. Kidnapped? Wander down into basement, also unlocked. Reach bottom of stairs and wander over to Owlship.
"Rorschach! Where have you been!" Familiar voice. Thankful. Turn to see Daniel approaching, all ready suited for the night.
"Front door's unlocked, Daniel," I muttered, looking down slightly, trying to focus for tonight. Daniel still approaching.
"Yeah. I know. I didn't want you kicking it in again. Where were you last night?" Closer.
"Last night?" Several feet away. Can feel his warmth in the stagnant tunnel.
"Yes. We were supposed to go break up the Knot Top gathering." Looked at me suspiciously; I took a step back.
He approached again, concern now furrowing his brow. "Oh," was all I seemed to be able to say, taking a few more steps back. Found Owlship.
"Rorschach..." He stepped closer. Hands on shoulders, staring into my face. Nervous; pants tighter, heat growing.
"Fine, Daniel." Try to pull free; fail. Hand on forehead.
"You're burning up. Are you sick?" Innocence is best when applied to interrogation.
"No."
"Are you injured? Let me see." Quick hands work coat open. "This is your old coat." Brief pause.
"Ennk. Daniel." Try to push away, but mother hen is too heavy.
"What-Where is your jacket?" He looks over my undershirt slowly. Fortunately it is not the same from the night before.
"Don't know." Struggle with Daniel ends us both up on the floor. No.
"You're hurt! I knew it. Let me see." Straddling hips, blushing fiercely. Daniel pushes shirt up and pauses. Remember I couldn't scrub the ink off. He stares at the pattern, looking horrified and confused.
Turn face away; can't look at him as I fight pulsing urges. What did Veidt do to me? His cowl surround his face so nicely, armor sculpting his body. No. Not Daniel. Wrong. Struggle underneath him again as hands paw over ink stained skin, armored fingers cool and pliant.
He sits back and lifts himself up, surprised. The pressure exerted inbetween my legs allows me to recognize why he jumped. No. Bad. "Er... Rorschach..?"
Face swirls violently, blood racing through me. Shame and guilt churn in stomach. Force eye contact; owe it to him. He looks uncertain, goggles hiding eyes. Feels like we can see each other's veils. He stands slowly, carefully, looking down at the concrete. I grab my hat and put it back on as I stand.
"Daniel... I-hurm." Frown. Can't think of anything to say. Turn to face him and collide with Owlship behind me. Happens to often. Hot lips on collarbone and hands on wrists.
"Enk. Da-niel." Can't protest. Addiction needs fix. His grip is loose on my wrists. Nervous. Hands soon on stomach, buried under shirt, crawling up. Kisses along collarbone. Careful lips prowl skin along edge of face. Feels so good. Hips push forward; met by hand on glute, gripping tightly.
Frantic affection, fueled by bad intentions, smothered by fear. Own hands carefully press to cold armor, looking for exposed skin. Trail lower, recalling construction of suit. Small patches along inner thigh, right near building heat. Skin is cool as blood retracts from surface; soft.
Four hands tremble. It is a frightening experience for both; ideas seeded for years, only recently given light. Hand caresses neck and moves face up, lips on freshly victimized flesh. Heavy breath races against heavy hearts, both weighted by sin.
Warm glove plunges past waistline, grasping jealously. Daniel seems more possessive than Veidt. Less control. Doesn't know what he's going to do next. Don't mind.
Hips press into touch, lips parted under mask. His free hand finds my lower lip through face and brushes it. Could feel heat boiling in loins again. Echo on stairway.
"Hey, Dan, your front door was open and -- what the fuck is this now?" Comedian had wandered down the stairs. Fortunately, Daniel was coherent enough to react before anything blatant was discovered.
Breath still heavy, concealed by face. Reached down and grabbed hat, rightfully placing it and looking down. Searched for focus.
"Comedian. Didn't expect to see you so early."
"Yeah, I can tell. Did I interrupt your little prep talk over there?" Had shotgun slung over shoulder. Suspicious of Daniel's open door too.
"Don't like what you're implying, Comedian," I growled, shoving hands into coat pockets.
"I don't exactly like what I'm seeing either."
"Look, Comedian, you didn't see anything. I just thought he was hurt." Daniel's not good at lying. Good thing he technically wasn't.
"Well, I can see he's missing his suit coat. Anybody here know where that might have went, hm?"
"Actually, I was just asking him that myself." Both stared at me. Made me uncomfortable. Not like I could tell them I left it at Adrian's; things were strange enough.
"Was dirty. Knot top blood. Didn't want to wear out; too cold," I grumbled, staring at Comedian.
He smirked to me, "Same thing happen with your overcoat?" Gesture with shotgun.
"Seems obvious." Comedian wasn't stupid, but he lived by 'don't ask, don't tell' rule. Whether he believed us or not didn't matter. Don't even know how much he saw or if he was teasing. Could never tell when he was joking. Remember Vedit saying similar about him.
"Whatever. Just keep it away from me," he chuckled. Daniel looked unhappy. Arms crossed as he stared at Comedian. Probably didn't find him funny either. The worse part was it wasn't a joke. Never though Comedian would save me. Good to know.
"So where are we hittin' up tonight?" Shotgun clattered on table; chair scooted on floor. Heavy creak as he sat down.
"I was thinking that bar down on the south end of forty-sixth. I've heard the boss has been assembling there lately," Daniel spoke, nonchalant. Maybe we would both forget about this by the end of the night. Glance back to me as I fastened coat. He bit his lower lip slightly.
Maybe not.
{{Hope you enjoyed for now. TBC...
~Dr. Crane }}
Chapter: 1/3?
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Nite Owl II/Rorschach(right now), Ozymandias/Rorschach(later)
Warnings: Slash
Summary: First chapter to sequel of "The Unstoppable Force and the Immovable Object".
Disclaimer: Watchmen and things related belongs to Alan Moore, I think. Not me at least.
Note: Had fun with this first chapter. For future reference, these stories are set around 1975-ish.
Hours later seemed like days. Couldn't sleep. Toss and turn. Parasite under skin; lust. Room too hot to breath. Will go over to Daniel's. Sun is setting anyway. Found old coat and hat; will work. Leave apartment through window to avoid landlady.
Reach ground and slip out onto street. The filth is growing like mold in a saturated Miami apartment, but I can't seem to think about it. Pants are tight at strong memories; can't shake feeling. Coat hides it well.
Reach Daniel's apartment. Take quick look around. No one. Try handle; it opens. Suspicious. Step quietly down the halls; empty. Kidnapped? Wander down into basement, also unlocked. Reach bottom of stairs and wander over to Owlship.
"Rorschach! Where have you been!" Familiar voice. Thankful. Turn to see Daniel approaching, all ready suited for the night.
"Front door's unlocked, Daniel," I muttered, looking down slightly, trying to focus for tonight. Daniel still approaching.
"Yeah. I know. I didn't want you kicking it in again. Where were you last night?" Closer.
"Last night?" Several feet away. Can feel his warmth in the stagnant tunnel.
"Yes. We were supposed to go break up the Knot Top gathering." Looked at me suspiciously; I took a step back.
He approached again, concern now furrowing his brow. "Oh," was all I seemed to be able to say, taking a few more steps back. Found Owlship.
"Rorschach..." He stepped closer. Hands on shoulders, staring into my face. Nervous; pants tighter, heat growing.
"Fine, Daniel." Try to pull free; fail. Hand on forehead.
"You're burning up. Are you sick?" Innocence is best when applied to interrogation.
"No."
"Are you injured? Let me see." Quick hands work coat open. "This is your old coat." Brief pause.
"Ennk. Daniel." Try to push away, but mother hen is too heavy.
"What-Where is your jacket?" He looks over my undershirt slowly. Fortunately it is not the same from the night before.
"Don't know." Struggle with Daniel ends us both up on the floor. No.
"You're hurt! I knew it. Let me see." Straddling hips, blushing fiercely. Daniel pushes shirt up and pauses. Remember I couldn't scrub the ink off. He stares at the pattern, looking horrified and confused.
Turn face away; can't look at him as I fight pulsing urges. What did Veidt do to me? His cowl surround his face so nicely, armor sculpting his body. No. Not Daniel. Wrong. Struggle underneath him again as hands paw over ink stained skin, armored fingers cool and pliant.
He sits back and lifts himself up, surprised. The pressure exerted inbetween my legs allows me to recognize why he jumped. No. Bad. "Er... Rorschach..?"
Face swirls violently, blood racing through me. Shame and guilt churn in stomach. Force eye contact; owe it to him. He looks uncertain, goggles hiding eyes. Feels like we can see each other's veils. He stands slowly, carefully, looking down at the concrete. I grab my hat and put it back on as I stand.
"Daniel... I-hurm." Frown. Can't think of anything to say. Turn to face him and collide with Owlship behind me. Happens to often. Hot lips on collarbone and hands on wrists.
"Enk. Da-niel." Can't protest. Addiction needs fix. His grip is loose on my wrists. Nervous. Hands soon on stomach, buried under shirt, crawling up. Kisses along collarbone. Careful lips prowl skin along edge of face. Feels so good. Hips push forward; met by hand on glute, gripping tightly.
Frantic affection, fueled by bad intentions, smothered by fear. Own hands carefully press to cold armor, looking for exposed skin. Trail lower, recalling construction of suit. Small patches along inner thigh, right near building heat. Skin is cool as blood retracts from surface; soft.
Four hands tremble. It is a frightening experience for both; ideas seeded for years, only recently given light. Hand caresses neck and moves face up, lips on freshly victimized flesh. Heavy breath races against heavy hearts, both weighted by sin.
Warm glove plunges past waistline, grasping jealously. Daniel seems more possessive than Veidt. Less control. Doesn't know what he's going to do next. Don't mind.
Hips press into touch, lips parted under mask. His free hand finds my lower lip through face and brushes it. Could feel heat boiling in loins again. Echo on stairway.
"Hey, Dan, your front door was open and -- what the fuck is this now?" Comedian had wandered down the stairs. Fortunately, Daniel was coherent enough to react before anything blatant was discovered.
Breath still heavy, concealed by face. Reached down and grabbed hat, rightfully placing it and looking down. Searched for focus.
"Comedian. Didn't expect to see you so early."
"Yeah, I can tell. Did I interrupt your little prep talk over there?" Had shotgun slung over shoulder. Suspicious of Daniel's open door too.
"Don't like what you're implying, Comedian," I growled, shoving hands into coat pockets.
"I don't exactly like what I'm seeing either."
"Look, Comedian, you didn't see anything. I just thought he was hurt." Daniel's not good at lying. Good thing he technically wasn't.
"Well, I can see he's missing his suit coat. Anybody here know where that might have went, hm?"
"Actually, I was just asking him that myself." Both stared at me. Made me uncomfortable. Not like I could tell them I left it at Adrian's; things were strange enough.
"Was dirty. Knot top blood. Didn't want to wear out; too cold," I grumbled, staring at Comedian.
He smirked to me, "Same thing happen with your overcoat?" Gesture with shotgun.
"Seems obvious." Comedian wasn't stupid, but he lived by 'don't ask, don't tell' rule. Whether he believed us or not didn't matter. Don't even know how much he saw or if he was teasing. Could never tell when he was joking. Remember Vedit saying similar about him.
"Whatever. Just keep it away from me," he chuckled. Daniel looked unhappy. Arms crossed as he stared at Comedian. Probably didn't find him funny either. The worse part was it wasn't a joke. Never though Comedian would save me. Good to know.
"So where are we hittin' up tonight?" Shotgun clattered on table; chair scooted on floor. Heavy creak as he sat down.
"I was thinking that bar down on the south end of forty-sixth. I've heard the boss has been assembling there lately," Daniel spoke, nonchalant. Maybe we would both forget about this by the end of the night. Glance back to me as I fastened coat. He bit his lower lip slightly.
Maybe not.
{{Hope you enjoyed for now. TBC...
~Dr. Crane }}