Nostalgia

My hips rocked into the edge of the desk, legs providing no support. Breath collects on the stone beneath cheek, eyes closed in self-indulgent filth. Why are the best things the most tainted. Moan more condensation onto veinous table, sinking farther into indescribable pleasure.

Silken hand prowls under coat and undershirt, traversing up curve of back and back down along side of body while other occupies it with restraining my right arm. Slight pain of tendons pulling make stimulation all the better; more valuable. Man well versed in the art.

His thighs tense as they collide against back of mine, foot pressed to inside of my heel. Another indecent sound, heal sweltering through blood, confused about where to burn. Internal stimulation, pressure continuously gliding over sensitive gland, eliciting unwarranted moans, spilling over like unwatched pot of soup. Burning on stove top. House will soon to follow.

Deep chested hum behind me, fingertips curling into my skin. Thrusts grow quicker; kitchen in ash. Hand on hard flesh between legs; living room. Roof begins to cave. "Veidt," I accidentally breathe, jaw quivering, chest tightening as the word escapes me, if only barely. Slight chuckle fills cold room.

Walls fall in, and a breathless cry catches my lungs, flesh shuddering in his grasp, painting abstract pattern on side of desk. Body still moving and soon ceases, perfectly manicured nails pinching marks into my skin, hand tightening around wrist.

He steps back and I lay on the desk; pile of rubble and cinder, coals still hot with nothing left to burn. Exhale and push self up, cold stripes on my thighs match those on the table. Stand slowly, coat sliding down over back again. Turn around hazily and see Veidt watching me with leering eyes, clothes in perfect order.

Hand gripping jaw tightly, tilting head upwards. He stares through the shifting pattern on my face, smiling treacherously. Hand slides to side of jaw, thumb brushing over lips. Shudder under his touch; an irresistible force. "Satisfied?"

"Hurm." Turn away, cheeks hot again. Grab pants with one hand and try to pull them up. He drifted away from me and wandered off into the front room. Watched, but didn't follow; wasn't foolish. He came back with my coats and hat and handed them to me with an expectant look.

"You left these," he says as I hesitate. I take them from him and run out of the room through the doors and into the elevator. As the doors close slowly I can see his silhouette in the window; know he is watching me, grinning.

Stumble out of front door and place hat on head, running off down the street, trying to conceal myself from everyone. Run into abandoned building. Looks familiar; is familiar. Crawl down ladder into basement and through maintenance hatch. Tunnel leading to Dreiberg's. Lean against stone wall and weigh options.

"Hurm." Decided to wander down tunnel. Need somewhere safe to stay. Haven't slept in days. Only couple couple of miles to Daniel's basement, covered quickly when mind is wandering elsewhere, only minutes ago.

Hot hands on skin cooled by room. Partial restraint, forced dominance. Unbridled animalistic tendencies. Hard thrusts into tender flesh; unforgiving. Essential to human nature. Thought we were beyond that; thought Veidt was beyond that. Intoxicated that he isn't. Forced another primal behavior on me. Wonder if I will ever escape it. Am I still Rorschach. If I'm not, who is.

Reach Daniel's basement and remove face in dim light, staring into chaotically organized pattern. Contradiction. Life is full of contradiction. Hat falls on crumpled coats at my feet. Not paragon anymore; just another cockroach pretending to be golden scarab.

Take off coat and drop it onto pile of clothes, pants and gloves to follow, mask laid over the top. It stills in the cold tunnel. Rorschach is suspended, living in a mask that moves without changing; forced to live on the surface of something putrid, corrupt, and weak.

"Only human," I say to myself, an attempt to console for lewd behavior. Run fingers through fluffing hair; heart feels heavy. Walk away from pile of clothes and approach Owlship, running hands along sleek profile. Can feel the grain of the steel, the cold of it bitter and harsh. Spread hands out across it, looking up along the ship.

"Hey! What do you think you're doing!" Dreiburg's voice. "Who the hell are you and wha- Oh my God." His voice had retracted as I looked over my shoulder at him, frowning. He looked between the pile of clothes and me; confusion wrinkling his brow. "Rorschach?"

Didn't really know what to do. Took hands off Owlship and turned around, staring hard at him. Didn't really mean to; probably upset him more. He stepped slowly down the stairs. He looked shocked to say the least; couldn't blame him. Seems both of us didn't have anything to say.

Pushed his goggles up onto his cowl; looked like he was going to cry. Guess he knew what was wrong. Amazed me how he did that. He put his arms out and wrapped them around me. Pushed him back. "Not a child, Daniel." Growled and gave him indignant look.

"You..." He sighed. "I haven't actually seen your face in years."

"Not face. Just mask."

"Yes."

"No longer have face."

"What are you talking about?"

"Filth, Daniel!"

"You mean last night...?" Grumbled at him and he looked away, lips twitching in thought. "Look, Rorschach, I didn't mean t-"

"Not you, Daniel." Swallowed hard and looked away, memories flooding.

"I'm sorry, Rorschach. I just... I don't kno-"

"No. Not. You." Looked up at him, watching his eyes intensely.

He stared at me, confused, mouth open like he was going to say something. Finally did. "Oh." Rocked on his feet. "Oh." He looked down fidgeted with a glove.

{{So... here's how this goes. I have people who want me to write Nite Owl/Rorschach into the story, but I also have people who like it how it is, and I don't want to deviate much from my original story, so here's what's going to happen: I'm going to write both arcs or the story and post them as Arc I and Arc II, and people can read what they like, or both, or none. Whatever they want. I'm sorry it took so long to get this short piece up, but I've been deliberating for a couple days on it. Hopefully everyone will be happy with the results. : ) New chapters in a few days. Both arcs will break from here. Thank you for all of your support.}}