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Whisper 'No'
Title:The Unstoppable Force and the Immovable Object
(The Irresistible Force and the Immovable Object)
Chapter: 1/2
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Ozymandias/Rorschach
Warnings: Slash, violence, kind of non-com at first.
Summary: Routine investigation ends Rorschach up across the world where no one can hear him whisper 'no'.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters or settings or anything copyrighted by DC.
Note: I didn't spell/grammar check it yet. Sorry. ( " 'ehy-roshak" )
Late night. Thought I would pay Veidt's office a visit. Further investigation needed. No one seemed to care. No one but me. On the way passed by some whores lining the gutters of the red light drag. Offers refused. Would deal with them later; more important things to seek.
Something didn't seem right, about Veidt, something off. Can't say what it is. Figured I might find something helpful in his office. Stopped in front of the looming building and glanced up. "Hurm." Wished Dreiburg was here with Owl Ship. Old fashioned way.
Stood outside the front door and looked around, turning to work on the lock when then streets cleared. It opened with ease. Everyone needs better locks. Should go into business. Heh. Looked around again before slipping into the door, refastening the lock. Froze and looked around; white box on the wall. Paced over to it and cracked it open, disabling the security system.
Followed the wall to the elevator just to be careful and pushed up button. Ding. Top floor. Doors slid open. Quiet. Veidt must have gone to sleep, or left. Where would he go? Padded through the room cautiously. Walked up to desk and felt around. Nothing good is obvious.
Kneeled down and looked under desk. Button on upper right of the back of the desk. Pushed it. Secret drawer popped out. Pulled it open farther and revealed a steel contraption; looked like a water-mine, but smaller. Carefully turned, fingers plunged button. It hummed and started to glow blue; a familiar blue. Dropped it and tried to get back, but hit head on desk and fell backwards. Blue flash.
~~*~~
Appeared in Karnak, outside of Veidt's stronghold. The wind was trying to eat me so I got up and huddled towards the steel door in front of me. Looked around for a lock, but found none. Couldn't break this one in. To my luck it opened on its own, which caught me off guard. Peered inside and saw nothing deterring so I entered.
The building was massive; seemed even larger from the inside. Extravagance. Walked farther down the hall and came across what seemed like the main-room. Snow fell on the glass ceiling and a wall of televisions flickered incessantly. Each displayed something different; never watched much television. Never understood the point.
Started to walk farther in and heard footsteps from the upper hall. Took to hiding behind stone statue of Pharaoh. Waited as footsteps grew louder. Strong, confident, Veidt. He walked down the stairs, his cat following. Odd cat; never seen one like it. Big. Spied on them until cat stopped moving and turned towards me. Concealed well behind statue, but couldn't hide scent. Cat knew.
"Bubastis," came calm tone. More footsteps away. Stopped across the room. Peered out again; Veidt was in chair watching screens. Cat joined him, didn't look twice. Odd cat. Started to creep out from hiding place, silent. Took one steps up stairs. "Are you looking for something in particular?" rang familiar voice. Turned on heel to face man with no face; still sitting comfortably.
Didn't really know what to say. Just stood there. He stood and walked slowly around the chair, cat following. He was dressed like Ozymandias. Nice outfit. His hand trailed the back of the chair. Smooth man. He started to walk towards me, his cat followed like a dog. I didn't know what to do.
He stood several feet in front of me, hand playing with the air. Curious. Purple mask; looks good. "Well?" His heritage bled into his words like a dog bite. German Shepard.
"No," I muttered, taking a step back. He was imposing. Terrifying man. He followed me, one step. I stepped back again, my foot bumping against the edge of the stairs. His lips twitched slightly, a smirk haunting his expression for an irrelevant amount of time. Not long enough to be a second. He stepped in again, closer, leaning in slightly.
"Then why are you here?" Lips twitched again; perverse amusement.
"Too close, Veidt," I growled, bracing myself. His eyes smiled and he went to take another step. I swung at his stomach. Missed. Hit his palm. Unfortunate for me. He grabbed my fist and squeezed. I threw my other hand at him, towards his face. Other hand apprehended. Too fast. Can't even see him.
Looked from hands to his eyes. Dark, omnipotent. Overcome with new feeling. Fear? Refused to answer his interrogating stare. I tried to rip my hands free, but failed when he buckled my wrists, causing me to fall to my knees. He loomed over me, like city building, lips twisted in sinful glee.
I growled as he released my hands. He turned and started to walk away. Cat was missing. Ran at him; don't know why. Threw punch, met with leg to side and introduced to floor. Foot on back. "Don't make me hurt you," came smooth voice. Immaculate. He rolled me onto my back with his foot, staring down at me. Blue eyes and white above. Dark mask and golden hair. Why am I noticing?
Pressure from foot gone; he is several feet away, staring into the screens. Place hat back on head and stand up. "What, precisely, is troubling you to act so boldly?"
"Got transported here. Looking for answers," I said sternly.
"Transported?" His head barely turned towards me. Enough.
"Yes."
"From where?"
Ennk. Good question. His head turned back towards the screens. Hands cupped behind his back. "You were looking for answers... in my office?" Turn on heel. Dangerous smirk, eyes leering. I paused, pattern moving slowly. Caught. Caught by the smartest man in the world. Not bad. Expected? He stepped.
Matched step back; far away from the stairs this time. "Now... what is the question? Perhaps I can help you." Predatory.
"Pyramid."
Quirked eyebrow; smirk gone. Another step; swallow. "I'm afraid I don't understand." Lying. Eyes shift. Smartest man in the world doesn't understand. Eyes under face narrow, blotted out by black. He steps again. Too close. Old fashioned way of getting answers; Daniel isn't here.
Step and throw punch. Hand, Fist, Hand, fist, hand, turn and elbow under his ribs. Kevlar. His arm is around my neck, other popping the buttons on my coat open. What? Inhale; "Nostalgia, by Veidt." Hesitation in his voice as he breathes. Arousal? No. Yes? Can't be. Won't be. Corruption.
Jump up and throw him over my body, but he catches himself and pulls me around him. Say hello to floor again. Too well aquatinted. Knee on back. "You should spend more time in my office." Sultry tone. Offended by answer to question. Seek Daniel's help for next visit. How to get home?
On back again and coat is open. "Still wearing that old suit? Tsk tsk." Terrifying voice. Lapels in his grasp, feet brushing the ground. "I'm surprised it has lasted through all that you put it through." Voice is deep, but soft. Alluding. Face shifts uncomfortably, close to his. His eyes burn, flashing with something incomprehensible.
His face tips up, condescending, and he smirks; admiration. Throw fist. It connects with his face. His head moves with fist and returns, unscathed. Eyes predatory again; bright blue. My heart beats heavy; what am I feeling? He knows. Throw another fist in retaliation. Why won't he tell me? Fist to hand, hand behind back, glove cups face and pulls me back against him; encased in armor.
I tremble for some reason; he knows and still won't tell me. He whispers something to me; can't understand, but it makes me squirm. Repeatedly bash elbow against the kevlar plates; fruitless waste of energy.
Encased hand travels down body, unfastening buttons on suit. I thrash and he releases me. I stumble forward, confused, blood racing. No. Not this. He tells me wordlessly. I shake my head and step backwards. He knows. He runs towards me, eyes flashing behind purple mask. Everything moves slowly as I move to dodge him, but he is there, waiting.
We always joked that he could catch bullets.
He throws a punch, it greets my chest, and I am becoming fast friends with his marble floor. I slide and stop on my side across the room, I crawl towards my hat and place it back on its home, scrambling to my feet as I run at him. He expects me. Something unexpected.
Throw punch and hesitate, kicking out feet beneath him. He hits hard on his back and smiles. I jump on his chest and keep him down, but he has planned for that. He grabs my arm and pulls me to my back, rolling with me. He is now over me, a knee in between mine; inappropriate thoughts. No. I struggled against his hands as they bind mine to the floor; waste of energy.
He lets go, grinning, mask darkening his eyes. Kevlar tips run over my stomach, digging under the only protection I had left. My knees are up and he is off balance for a mere second. Long enough. I grab his opposite shoulder and throw him to my side. He lays there for a moment and chuckles; indulgent.
He stands and rolls his head, grinning; sick. Snapping noises and he shrugs the upper half of his suit off. I can't move for a moment. He is beautiful, carved like his statues. No. I turn my head. My hat is missing; I can't hide my eyes.
He is approaching; a Tiger stalking, every muscle moving in synchronism. I see, a perfect man. No. I step back, again and again. I feel fear again. Uncertainty. Unclean thoughts. No.
Want to touch him. No. Trap. He is upon me, and I can't think, only stare at his skin, a light gold froth. His eyes are dangerous, leering, bleeding indecency, and it stains my thoughts.
I step back again as he reaches for me, gloved hand beckoning. It hesitates as he sees me retreat and he steps close. My lapels push him away, glove tracing my face; I can't move.
My heart beats heavy, reminding me of the indecency that killed The Silhouette. I try to step away, but my coat is caught on his hands. I try to free it, eyes threatening as I face him down. He is smiling, and I don't know why.
His hands are on my lapels and my coats hit the floor. His teeth bare as his eyes drink their filth fueled fill. Alliteration. I step back over my coats while he is distracted and he follows. I frown, my mask pausing as I throw another punch. His hand envelops it. Not surprised.
He throws me across the room.
I roll over my shoulders and again until I hit the raise in his floor. Crease of marble draws a line across my back. I growl, standing, pain meaningless, but impeding. He is in front of me and I stumble back, tripping over the ledge. Scold myself.
Undershirt caught between his fingers as he pulls me up. Tips are under my shirt again, pushing it up. Leg inbetween mine, pressing me back. I step, and again, and again. Stop. Can't move back anymore and turn to see why. Marble desk.
(TBC...)
(The Irresistible Force and the Immovable Object)
Chapter: 1/2
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairing: Ozymandias/Rorschach
Warnings: Slash, violence, kind of non-com at first.
Summary: Routine investigation ends Rorschach up across the world where no one can hear him whisper 'no'.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters or settings or anything copyrighted by DC.
Note: I didn't spell/grammar check it yet. Sorry. ( " 'ehy-roshak" )
Late night. Thought I would pay Veidt's office a visit. Further investigation needed. No one seemed to care. No one but me. On the way passed by some whores lining the gutters of the red light drag. Offers refused. Would deal with them later; more important things to seek.
Something didn't seem right, about Veidt, something off. Can't say what it is. Figured I might find something helpful in his office. Stopped in front of the looming building and glanced up. "Hurm." Wished Dreiburg was here with Owl Ship. Old fashioned way.
Stood outside the front door and looked around, turning to work on the lock when then streets cleared. It opened with ease. Everyone needs better locks. Should go into business. Heh. Looked around again before slipping into the door, refastening the lock. Froze and looked around; white box on the wall. Paced over to it and cracked it open, disabling the security system.
Followed the wall to the elevator just to be careful and pushed up button. Ding. Top floor. Doors slid open. Quiet. Veidt must have gone to sleep, or left. Where would he go? Padded through the room cautiously. Walked up to desk and felt around. Nothing good is obvious.
Kneeled down and looked under desk. Button on upper right of the back of the desk. Pushed it. Secret drawer popped out. Pulled it open farther and revealed a steel contraption; looked like a water-mine, but smaller. Carefully turned, fingers plunged button. It hummed and started to glow blue; a familiar blue. Dropped it and tried to get back, but hit head on desk and fell backwards. Blue flash.
~~*~~
Appeared in Karnak, outside of Veidt's stronghold. The wind was trying to eat me so I got up and huddled towards the steel door in front of me. Looked around for a lock, but found none. Couldn't break this one in. To my luck it opened on its own, which caught me off guard. Peered inside and saw nothing deterring so I entered.
The building was massive; seemed even larger from the inside. Extravagance. Walked farther down the hall and came across what seemed like the main-room. Snow fell on the glass ceiling and a wall of televisions flickered incessantly. Each displayed something different; never watched much television. Never understood the point.
Started to walk farther in and heard footsteps from the upper hall. Took to hiding behind stone statue of Pharaoh. Waited as footsteps grew louder. Strong, confident, Veidt. He walked down the stairs, his cat following. Odd cat; never seen one like it. Big. Spied on them until cat stopped moving and turned towards me. Concealed well behind statue, but couldn't hide scent. Cat knew.
"Bubastis," came calm tone. More footsteps away. Stopped across the room. Peered out again; Veidt was in chair watching screens. Cat joined him, didn't look twice. Odd cat. Started to creep out from hiding place, silent. Took one steps up stairs. "Are you looking for something in particular?" rang familiar voice. Turned on heel to face man with no face; still sitting comfortably.
Didn't really know what to say. Just stood there. He stood and walked slowly around the chair, cat following. He was dressed like Ozymandias. Nice outfit. His hand trailed the back of the chair. Smooth man. He started to walk towards me, his cat followed like a dog. I didn't know what to do.
He stood several feet in front of me, hand playing with the air. Curious. Purple mask; looks good. "Well?" His heritage bled into his words like a dog bite. German Shepard.
"No," I muttered, taking a step back. He was imposing. Terrifying man. He followed me, one step. I stepped back again, my foot bumping against the edge of the stairs. His lips twitched slightly, a smirk haunting his expression for an irrelevant amount of time. Not long enough to be a second. He stepped in again, closer, leaning in slightly.
"Then why are you here?" Lips twitched again; perverse amusement.
"Too close, Veidt," I growled, bracing myself. His eyes smiled and he went to take another step. I swung at his stomach. Missed. Hit his palm. Unfortunate for me. He grabbed my fist and squeezed. I threw my other hand at him, towards his face. Other hand apprehended. Too fast. Can't even see him.
Looked from hands to his eyes. Dark, omnipotent. Overcome with new feeling. Fear? Refused to answer his interrogating stare. I tried to rip my hands free, but failed when he buckled my wrists, causing me to fall to my knees. He loomed over me, like city building, lips twisted in sinful glee.
I growled as he released my hands. He turned and started to walk away. Cat was missing. Ran at him; don't know why. Threw punch, met with leg to side and introduced to floor. Foot on back. "Don't make me hurt you," came smooth voice. Immaculate. He rolled me onto my back with his foot, staring down at me. Blue eyes and white above. Dark mask and golden hair. Why am I noticing?
Pressure from foot gone; he is several feet away, staring into the screens. Place hat back on head and stand up. "What, precisely, is troubling you to act so boldly?"
"Got transported here. Looking for answers," I said sternly.
"Transported?" His head barely turned towards me. Enough.
"Yes."
"From where?"
Ennk. Good question. His head turned back towards the screens. Hands cupped behind his back. "You were looking for answers... in my office?" Turn on heel. Dangerous smirk, eyes leering. I paused, pattern moving slowly. Caught. Caught by the smartest man in the world. Not bad. Expected? He stepped.
Matched step back; far away from the stairs this time. "Now... what is the question? Perhaps I can help you." Predatory.
"Pyramid."
Quirked eyebrow; smirk gone. Another step; swallow. "I'm afraid I don't understand." Lying. Eyes shift. Smartest man in the world doesn't understand. Eyes under face narrow, blotted out by black. He steps again. Too close. Old fashioned way of getting answers; Daniel isn't here.
Step and throw punch. Hand, Fist, Hand, fist, hand, turn and elbow under his ribs. Kevlar. His arm is around my neck, other popping the buttons on my coat open. What? Inhale; "Nostalgia, by Veidt." Hesitation in his voice as he breathes. Arousal? No. Yes? Can't be. Won't be. Corruption.
Jump up and throw him over my body, but he catches himself and pulls me around him. Say hello to floor again. Too well aquatinted. Knee on back. "You should spend more time in my office." Sultry tone. Offended by answer to question. Seek Daniel's help for next visit. How to get home?
On back again and coat is open. "Still wearing that old suit? Tsk tsk." Terrifying voice. Lapels in his grasp, feet brushing the ground. "I'm surprised it has lasted through all that you put it through." Voice is deep, but soft. Alluding. Face shifts uncomfortably, close to his. His eyes burn, flashing with something incomprehensible.
His face tips up, condescending, and he smirks; admiration. Throw fist. It connects with his face. His head moves with fist and returns, unscathed. Eyes predatory again; bright blue. My heart beats heavy; what am I feeling? He knows. Throw another fist in retaliation. Why won't he tell me? Fist to hand, hand behind back, glove cups face and pulls me back against him; encased in armor.
I tremble for some reason; he knows and still won't tell me. He whispers something to me; can't understand, but it makes me squirm. Repeatedly bash elbow against the kevlar plates; fruitless waste of energy.
Encased hand travels down body, unfastening buttons on suit. I thrash and he releases me. I stumble forward, confused, blood racing. No. Not this. He tells me wordlessly. I shake my head and step backwards. He knows. He runs towards me, eyes flashing behind purple mask. Everything moves slowly as I move to dodge him, but he is there, waiting.
We always joked that he could catch bullets.
He throws a punch, it greets my chest, and I am becoming fast friends with his marble floor. I slide and stop on my side across the room, I crawl towards my hat and place it back on its home, scrambling to my feet as I run at him. He expects me. Something unexpected.
Throw punch and hesitate, kicking out feet beneath him. He hits hard on his back and smiles. I jump on his chest and keep him down, but he has planned for that. He grabs my arm and pulls me to my back, rolling with me. He is now over me, a knee in between mine; inappropriate thoughts. No. I struggled against his hands as they bind mine to the floor; waste of energy.
He lets go, grinning, mask darkening his eyes. Kevlar tips run over my stomach, digging under the only protection I had left. My knees are up and he is off balance for a mere second. Long enough. I grab his opposite shoulder and throw him to my side. He lays there for a moment and chuckles; indulgent.
He stands and rolls his head, grinning; sick. Snapping noises and he shrugs the upper half of his suit off. I can't move for a moment. He is beautiful, carved like his statues. No. I turn my head. My hat is missing; I can't hide my eyes.
He is approaching; a Tiger stalking, every muscle moving in synchronism. I see, a perfect man. No. I step back, again and again. I feel fear again. Uncertainty. Unclean thoughts. No.
Want to touch him. No. Trap. He is upon me, and I can't think, only stare at his skin, a light gold froth. His eyes are dangerous, leering, bleeding indecency, and it stains my thoughts.
I step back again as he reaches for me, gloved hand beckoning. It hesitates as he sees me retreat and he steps close. My lapels push him away, glove tracing my face; I can't move.
My heart beats heavy, reminding me of the indecency that killed The Silhouette. I try to step away, but my coat is caught on his hands. I try to free it, eyes threatening as I face him down. He is smiling, and I don't know why.
His hands are on my lapels and my coats hit the floor. His teeth bare as his eyes drink their filth fueled fill. Alliteration. I step back over my coats while he is distracted and he follows. I frown, my mask pausing as I throw another punch. His hand envelops it. Not surprised.
He throws me across the room.
I roll over my shoulders and again until I hit the raise in his floor. Crease of marble draws a line across my back. I growl, standing, pain meaningless, but impeding. He is in front of me and I stumble back, tripping over the ledge. Scold myself.
Undershirt caught between his fingers as he pulls me up. Tips are under my shirt again, pushing it up. Leg inbetween mine, pressing me back. I step, and again, and again. Stop. Can't move back anymore and turn to see why. Marble desk.
(TBC...)