Okay! Yes, you read the description correctly – this has just about a bit of everything. We've got Rorschach/Nite Owl, Ozymandias/Comedian, and a bit of Ozymandias/Rorschach 3
This takes place before the movie (well, because otherwise ((SPOILER)) both Comedian and Rorschach would be dead and that would make for a completely different story, now wouldn't it?).
But who would write a story about all the men from Watchmen having sex anyway—that's just nutty!
And I am officially insane.
Do Enjoy.
2 Months Prior
It had all started when Rorschach came to Dan and hypothesized about his opinions of Veidt. It had never been a secret that the two men shared polar opposite views and therefore respectfully ignored each other for the greater good of mankind. Well, at least respectively from Veidt's side. Rorschach, on the other hand, often showed his distaste and was fairly out about his disagreements with the super genius.
Rorschach was sitting in Dan's kitchen, as he sometimes did, and was discussing his recent "unavoidable," as Rorschach had put it, trip to Veidt's.
"Hrm, lifestyle choices are questionable," Rorschach said gruffly. "Been looking into it and—,"
"You were looking into Adrian?" Daniel interrupted, laughing slightly.
"Don't really have to look hard," Rorschach continued, opening up one of Dan's cabinet doors and moving some items around before closing it, disinterested in the items he saw. "Everything is already printed in papers or magazines."
Daniel considered the statement. "Yeah, his face is everywhere. Rorschach, if you're looking for the beans I moved them to—,"
"Found them," Rorschach cut him off. "Veidt has uncertain behaviors. Behaviors behind the cameras."
"You mean in his personal life?" Daniel asked, getting the can opener out, but soon realized that Rorschach had already opened the can without the need of kitchen appliances. He placed it back into the drawer. "Does Adrian have a personal life?"
"Unfortunately," Rorschach grumbled, eating the can of beans quickly. "Has certain… relations." He said the final word with the utmost disgust before finishing his meal and placing the empty can on the counter.
"Relations?" Daniel repeated. "I've never seen Adrian in any sort of relationship. He's never had a…" Dan trailed off, thinking.
"Associates with men," Rorschach said, pulling his mask firmly down over his face again. "Only men."
Dan's immediate reaction was disbelief, but then he thought about the statement and, damn, it really did make sense. And now that he was aware of the idea, things just kind of started to fit into place. Daniel remained quiet.
"Hrm," Rorschach grunted, adjusting his jacket. "Makes vomit want to rise up in throat."
Now
As Daniel arrived, the Comedian was already there. The fellow vigilante was sitting in the chair in front of Adrian's desk, with his feet up on its edge. Adrian was sitting behind the desk, not seeming to care about the Comedian's manners. Adrian looked up when he heard Dan enter.
"Hello again, Dan."
"Adrian." Dan nodded. "Comedian."
Adrian directed a look toward the Comedian that was nothing short of lustful, but the recipient wasn't aware, he was too busy studying the cigars Adrian had apparently just given him.
"Come, Dan. Sit, please." Veidt put his hand out, directing to the chair beside the Comedian.
Despite this being their third time doing… this, it still made every nerve in Daniel's body jitter uncontrollably. He tried to steady his hands by clasping them together, but the faintest hint of a glance from Adrian, told Daniel that the genius was well aware of how nervous he was. Adrian has a certain way of always being subtly in control of everything, of everyone.
"Think he'll show?" Comedian asked, in that voice that always seemed to hold some sarcasm. He was the first to mention the missing fourth member. "I'm fucking surprised he came the first time, let alone a second."
"Well," Daniel interjected. "It's not exactly like he chose to be here the first time."
"How much you want to bet his black-and-white sense of justice finally kicked in and he offed himself somewhere in a dark alley?" The Comedian laughed roughly, fishing for a match to light his cigar.
The statement made Dan shake his head, "Jesus, Comedian. He is one of us."
"I don't think that's the case, anyway," Adrian said calmly. He said the words in such a relaxed, almost whimsical tone, that both men before him cocked their heads up and studied him. "He's already here." An oh-so-small smile appeared on Adrian's face.
Both men, but particularly Daniel, turned and gave a sweep of the room with their eyes. Neither seemed to find the missing vigilante, but then there was the lightest of noises and Rorschach stepped out from around the nearest corner.
With hands in pocket and collar turned up, it was definitely Rorschach. Daniel felt a warmth seep through him and he dared to give the vigilante a look of… pleasure at seeing him. The Nite Owl never quite knew what mood the masked man would be in and it was always best to be cautious, especially concerning their dealings in these types of meetings. He could come to join but it was almost more likely he would come to kill.
"Stalking us, Rorschach?" Adrian's smooth voice greeted the vigilante.
Rorschach grunted, turning his face to Veidt, probably giving the man the most murderous of looks but his expression was, of course, hidden.
"Just observing," Rorschach explained brusquely.
"You mean you were waiting to make sure Daniel arrived, correct?" Adrian asked.
Daniel turned his face away, feeling the heat of a slight blush. "Adrian—," he began.
"Natural to observe first before acting," Rorschach stated, finally reaching the desk that everybody was sitting around. The coated vigilante leaned down and gripped both arms of the Comedian's chair. He cocked his head, getting close to the Comedian's face and smelling the smoke that languidly glided off the end of the man's cigar. "And still alive."
The Comedian watched the swirling figures glide across Rorschach's face before letting out a loud grunt-like laugh. He moved his hand up and rested it on the side of Rorschach's face. "Of course, baby."
Rorschach hit the Comedian's hand away, grabbing fiercely onto his collar and pulling him up. "Don't call—,"
"Rorschach!" Daniel yelled, getting up from his chair. "Calm down, Rorschach!" He reached out and pulled the vigilante off the Comedian, who was smiling widely with the cigar still clenched between his teeth.
Once in Daniel's charge, Rorschach immediately calmed, pulling himself out of Daniel's grip and readjusting his coat and scarf.
The Comedian continued to laugh.
"Yes, Rorschach, calm down," Adrian's parental-like voice interrupted them. "In fact, Rorschach, I would like to speak with you privately first. Before we… begin." He finished with more than a little amusement in his voice. He walked out from behind his desk and started to move toward an adjacent room. "Shall we?" He extended his arm.
"Hrm," Rorschach grunted, but after a short second followed the billionaire.
Just before the two slipped into the other room, Veidt turned and added, "Don't worry, Dan, I'll give him back as is."
The door closed and the Comedian and Daniel locked eyes.
"They'll kill each other," Daniel said.
The Comedian shrugged. "Not too worried. Veidt would win anyway."
Daniel laughed helplessly. "Thanks for the comforting gesture."
Right after they entered the adjacent room, Veidt, who was in front, turned, blocking Rorschach's way. Adrian took a step forward and Rorschach reacted by taking one step back, not out of fear, but more so out of surprise from the unanticipated advancement.
"Rorschach. Rorschach. Rorschach," Adrian repeated softly, gently shaking his head.
The billionaire closed the distance between them and Rorschach felt the hard surface of the door they had just moments ago entered through against his back.
"Veidt," Rorschach returned, stiffening his body against… whatever was about to come.
Adrian reached his arms out, noticing but not commenting on the subtle rigidity of his counterpart. He fixed Rorschach's collar, straightening out the man's apparel. "You are not so absolute anymore, Rorschach. Despite all your efforts you have seen the gray area. You have experienced… what you would no doubt consider sin."
Rorschach responded with a short grumble of indistinct words, but he allowed Veidt to continue arranging his attire.
Adrian smiled at Rorschach, almost unconsciously. "It surprised me. I never thought, in all my calculations of sensibility and reality, I never even considered this side of you. But it makes sense. Since you were a child, you repressed any sort of sexuality due to traumatic experiences—,"
Rorschach pulled back as much as was possible. "How do—,"
"I know everything I want to know, Rorschach," Adrian said in a whisper. "You reject women because of a hatred for your mother. You became totally absolute, until… Daniel. Am I right? Until him, everything that was sexual was sin. Everything that was sexual was immoral and corrupt. But now," Adrian paused, suspending his hands as well. "You've experienced sex. Sexual comfort with men. Yes, Rorschach, with men."
"Not men," Rorschach argued. "Not plural."
"Not yet," Adrian added, almost mimicking the Comedian's actions earlier and placing his fingertips against the swirling mask.
Rorschach lifted his hand, but it was sufficiently caught by Adrian's free hand. Adrian leaned in so that his face was mere inches from Rorschach's.
"I can't hide the fact that I am…" Adrian paused, momentarily, looking at Rorschach with such intensity that the masked man felt as if his face were actually exposed. "Interested in you." His last words were barely audible as he chastely ran his lips across the rough fabric of Rorschach's mask.
"Interested in the fact that I fell," Rorschach managed to get out without too much of a hint of discomfort, or want or any sort of emotion. "Interested in the fact that the pure has been corrupted? Especially when it favors your… interests."
"You could put it that way," Adrian said amused, pushing his body slightly against Rorschach's. He allowed his thigh to push between Rorschach's legs and, oh yes, felt how much Rorschach was interested as well. He felt the hardness that Rorschach despised so much, but that made Adrian's body awaken like kids on Christmas fucking morning.
Rorschach gave off the slightest of hums as Adrian applied the pressure between his legs.
The genius leaned forward and chanced pulling part of Rorschach's collar down, exposing the slightest bit of skin. The pale, stubble-filled patch of skin moved slightly and Adrian knew Rorschach's pulse was racing. He first allowed his hot breath to run over the area, feeling Rorschach's hand come up again, but this time it was only to grip at Adrian's back, grasping for cloth to cling to. Adrian smiled, but made sure Rorschach didn't see. Next, he let his teeth run across the area, followed quickly by his tongue.
At this, Rorschach barely pushed himself back against Adrian's leg.
'It's okay,' Adrian thought. 'You can want this Rorschach.' But he wouldn't say it. He knew at this point, anything might set the man off. He didn't really expect Rorschach to let him get this far, but his calculation of surprising him right at the door paid off.
Adrian sucked at the small patch, biting down roughly, and Rorschach leaned his head back, his hat almost falling off. This was the perfect opportunity for Adrian to attempt to remove more of the mask, despite the real chances that such actions would end this whole thing, very abruptly, but he needed to test Rorschach's current limit.
He slipped his fingers barely beneath the mask and as expected, the vigilante stiffened very noticeably this time. Adrian ran his thumb along Rorschach's throat, feeling the stubble and his Adam's apple. His fingers even slipped back far enough to feel Rorschach's hair. Short, soft strands met Veidt's fingertips before Rorschach protested.
"Don't," he said firmly.
"Rorschach," Veidt tried to coax, but the vigilante was all too aware of what was happening now.
Rorschach grabbed onto Adrian's wrist and roughly pulled his hand away. "Enough."
Adrian smiled in response, letting out a small chuckle. "I know. I know, Rorschach. Your face is for Daniel only." And then Adrian gave another look that made Rorschach feel exposed. "But, maybe, just maybe one day," he trailed, stepping away from the masked man completely. "Move from the door," Adrian said just as the Comedian barged through it. Rorschach stumbled trying to get out of the way, sourly wondering how Veidt knew where everyone was at all times.
By the time the Comedian and Daniel had entered, Adrian was about as far across the room from Rorschach as possible. The evidence of what had just transpired was gone, except possibly, for Rorschach readjusting his mask and collar. An action that Daniel was all too aware of.
"Were you two finished?" the Comedian asked, his tone conveying that he really didn't care if they were done or not.
"Yes," Adrian answered, his voice silky smooth again. "I gathered everything I needed to know." He allowed a quick glance at Rorschach before bringing his attention back to the Comedian.
Rorschach couldn't help but feel used and he sure as hell didn't enjoy the feeling. He shoved his hands back into his pockets, feeling Dan's worried gaze.
"Well," Adrian raised his voice. "Shall we begin?"
1½ months prior
Daniel had known for some time that he was gay. Or at least, that he had gay tendencies. He had straight ones too. He loved women, always had. He had never been with another man and he never truly wanted to until…
Daniel shook his head. "Jesus, Dan, he'd kill you if he knew," he said to himself one night, as he drank his fourth class of straight scotch. The liquid burned and it felt masochistically good. His head was getting foggier and foggier and fingers more and more liberal as he absent-mindedly rubbed himself. He hadn't had sex in a long time, and as of late, the person of his sexual desires was, well, utterly unattainable.
He slipped his hand beneath his sweat pants and spread his legs wider apart. His skin felt hot against his fingers and as expected, after having thought of Rorschach for the past hour or so, his cock was hard and leaking pre-cum. He set his glass down and leaned his head back, closing his eyes. He started slow, breathing slowly in and out, imagining his masked friend. At first, just picturing him, which is what he usually did, but tonight he decided to take it a little further. Fuck it, it was his mind anyway. Rorschach would never know. So, he pictured what it would be like to have Rorschach between his legs, mask half up, head bobbing. His gloved hands running up the inside of his thighs and across Dan's stomach. Rorschach's own crotch tight with want, Dan immensely enjoying himself but wanting to get to Rorschach. Do the things he had been secretly yearning to do to him for months. Pleasure him. Make him thrust wantonly and pulse with spasms of cum-spewing pleasure.
Daniel grunted heavily as he came forcefully in his pants, feeling the warm, thick cum spoil his pants and run down his thighs. He left his hand there, just feeling the remnants of pleasure, trying to hold onto that image of Rorschach.
And this was how he fell asleep.
It was the next night that Daniel decided to go to Adrian's. He didn't know exactly why he was going to talk to Adrian. The assumptions surrounding his sexuality were, well, only assumptions.
He had to admit that part of his sudden confidence in confronting Adrian was due to a couple drinks, there was no doubt, but there was something inside Daniel that needed to figure this out. Or at least needed to alleviate it in some way and he was hoping that Adrian would know how.
It was late, damn it was late. But when he arrived at Adrian's billionaire mansion, he immediately hit the call button at the large iron gates surrounding the premises.
After two or so minutes had passed, a voice came over the small speaker.
"Dan, is that you?" It was Adrian.
"Hm, Adrian. Yeah, I didn't expect to get you directly, but… uh, I," he laughed. "I don't know exactly why I'm here. But I…"
Suddenly there was a beep and the gates instantly responded.
"Come in, Dan."
It was Adrian who opened the door for Dan as well. As always, even at three in the morning, Adrian Veidt looked pristine. He wore what looked to be very expensive robes with matching purple slippers. His hair was perfect. Always perfect.
"Dan," he smiled.
It was then that real nervousness hit. "I'm sorry for coming here so late," Dan apologized, realizing quite suddenly how absolutely idiotic this trip really was. What was he going to say? Oh, by the way, I think you're gay. Are you? Because I'm having my own homoerotic issues that I was hoping you could assist me with.
This was insane.
"You know what," Dan said. "Never mind. I'm sorry, really. I…"
"Dan," Adrian said coolly. "Come in, I insist."
"I don't want to disturb you anymore than I already have."
"Don't be absurd. You're always welcome. Please, come in."
Dan inhaled deeply, finally giving a hard nod. "Alright. Thanks," he said, passing through the door.
He had been to Adrian's house before, but only for short periods of time and not frequently. It was extravagantly adorned with Egyptian artifacts and Alexander the Great statues and portraits. Dan was lead, for some way, though a maze of halls.
Right before they reached a door, Adrian turned to Dan. "I have a guest. I hope you don't mind."
"No, not at all," Dan said, convinced that he had already asked for too much. He wasn't about to make any more impediments for Adrian.
The billionaire nodded and they entered the room together. It was Adrian's office, one of the few rooms Dan had been in previously, but there was one particularly item that was definitely not there last time.
Dan almost lost bladder control when he saw the Comedian, a very naked Comedian, sprawled out on the leather couch, smoking a cigar. The only piece of clothing he wore was the mask to his superhero outfit. His thick arms and legs were bare, as he lolled his head back, quite obviously in a satisfied, post-sex state. And they did not even make a single, miniscule effort to cover up what had just happened in this room, probably no more than half an hour ago. Adrian's business suit was strewn across the floor and left there in scattered bundles. The Comedian's clothes were in a similar state. One of the selves of the bookcase had been unhinged, with the books dispersed haphazardly throughout the immediate area. Oh, and, did he mention that the Comedian was completely naked!
Dan stumbled, mentally and physically, as he entered further. He didn't hide for a second how utterly shocked he was by the unfolding events.
"Pick your chin up from the floor," the Comedian said, chuckling deeply. "Haven't you ever seen two guys fuck before?"
Why, no, actually he hadn't. Ever. Except in his head. Involving his incredibly conservative, largely homophobic and misogynistic superhero partner. Dan shook the thought off.
"Dan?" Adrian asked, pouring three glasses of scotch.
"Sorry," Dan apologized for the tenth time that night. "I'm just…" he swallowed. "Surprised."
"Really, Dan, you should have connected the pieces," Adrian said, handing him his glass.
Dan downed the contents. "Well, actually, I did. Well, more like Rorschach did, actually."
"Rorschach?" Adrian sounded surprised. "And he spoke to you about his theory?"
"Yeah, just a couple weeks ago," Dan confirmed.
Adrian handed a drink to the Comedian.
"But you," Dan continued, pointing to the Comedian. "I never thought."
"Neither did I," the Comedian said, managing to drink the scotch and keep the cigar in his mouth. "But, Veidt is very convincing, and Jesus, he fucks like a God." He ran his hand down his own abdomen and between his legs, adjusting himself. "It can feel like he's still in me for hours."
Daniel felt himself blush at the vulgarity and he didn't want to make eye contact with Adrian, God or no God.
"Dan," Adrian cut in gently. "You came here for a reason, yes?"
Daniel nodded. Well, this situation had turned out a whole hell of a lot different than he had originally planned. But, different in a good way. Possibly a very good way. Maybe Adrian could actually help him with his little problem.
"Yes," Daniel began. "It's about Rorschach, actually."