For the Kink Meme.


"Leslie?" Nite Owl called above loud music that was beating upstairs, walking down the dark corridor that led to his paramour's quarters.

The Twilight Lady sat at a large vanity, brushing her long red hair, clad in nothing more than a cream colored lace bustier and a pearly white dressing gown. "Good evening, Nite Owl," she cooed, putting down her hairbrush and standing to face him.

He waited at the door obediently, trying not to stare at her hips as she sauntered over. It wasn't often that he found her dressed in anything other than the black leather and the mask she covered her eyes with. Her face was clear of makeup, her green eyes gleaming as she seemed to blush, and she smiled at him. She looked absolutely angelic.

"I wasn't expecting you tonight."

"You weren't? I thought we--" Dan's words were cut of as she covered his lips with a finger, shushing him playfully and tapping the end of his long nose.

"I have company tonight, my darling," she told him and his heart sank. She wasn't dressed for him. Occupational hazard of falling for a prostitute. At his dismayed look, she bit her lip and giggled seductively. "But you're more than welcome to join us."

Her eyes flashed in a way that told Dan that he ought to agree and he nodded with a nervous smile. He could never resist her. "Good boy," she whispered with a faint kiss that he barely felt nor had time to respond to before she pulled away and took his hand, pulling him with her out of her bedroom and down the corridor.

"I think you'll like our guest, Danny boy," she told him, squeezing his hand affectionately and looking back at him over her shoulder. "In fact, I've got him here just for you."

"'Him'?" Dan queried, his brow furrowing though he followed right behind her, his gloved fingers curling affectionately around her own.

She nodded and winked at him with another alluring giggle.

They stopped before a door that Dan had never been through. Leslie started to open it and he tried to peak in, but then she turned, shutting it quickly and smiling up at him brightly. Dan could only grin at her excitement; it was most refreshing and he absolutely adored how innocent she looked as he stared down his nose at her and she batted her long blond eyelashes up at him, coming only to his chin without her tall stiletto boots.

"You'll have to tell me if you like your gift, Dan. If you play nice with our little pet, maybe I'll let you keep him."

Dan's eyes narrowed suddenly, dangerously, and he did his best to ignore the nervous look in her eyes as he put on his best Nite Owl voice. "Please tell me you're not trafficking people, Leslie. Running a strip joint is one thing, but--"

"Oooh," she sang, putting a hand on his chest. "Don't you worry, Baby. It's nothing like that. After all, I didn't pay." She grinned devilishly and opened the door, pulling him through it as she stepped in.

It was a small bedroom, vividly decorated like many of the other private rooms of her night club. The walls were lined with black and royal purple damask paper, the upholstery and furniture of the room set to match, offset by a large black and crimson rug in the center of the room.

Dan's eyes purposefully avoided the man he had glimpsed upon first entering the room. As his mistress led him to the side of the bed and crawled atop it herself, he allowed his eyes to roll over the sight of his gift. A slight man knelt in the center of the mattress, nude save for a pair of worn, off-white briefs. His arms were restrained behind him, cuffed in leather and chained to his ankles, exposing a broad, generously muscled chest and smooth, lean thighs. A leather ball gag was in his mouth, his eyes blindfolded with a crimson strip of satin that was tied tightly around his head, flattening curls of vibrant red hair.

Dan's heart pounded in his throat and he couldn't control his shallow breathing as a nauseating mix of arousal and dread pooled in his stomach. He could do nothing but watch as Leslie draped her beautiful body across his pet's lap and sat up to turn the bound man's face and kiss the underside of his jaw. "I brought you somebody to play with," Dan heard her whisper, his nerve endings on fire. Fight or flight. Shit, shit, shit. "I hope he handles you gently."

"Mmph," the gagged man groaned and Dan couldn't take it anymore, bolting from the room.

"Wait!" he heard Leslie calling after him, accompanied by the pitter-patter of bare feet.

At the end of the hallway Dan stopped, turning on her when she touched his arm and grabbing her violently. "What the hell, Leslie?" he roared, shocking the both of them as he shook her.

She sputtered at a loss, her beautiful features betraying a look of apprehension and fear, a look that made Dan feel even worse. She quickly she regained her composure and took one of Dan's hands where he clutched her arm a bit too tightly and turn it defensively, stressing the joint until he groaned and was forced to his knees. "Don't you ever run out on me like that again, do you understand, Nite Owl?"

He whimpered and nodded in compliance, dismayed when she didn't let go. He grimaced and nodded more vigorously, "Yes, yes. God, let--" And she finally let go of his arm. He clutched his elbow and flinched when she touched his cheek.

"And don't make me do that again, either, okay?" she asked, practically pleading as she pulled him up to his feet. There was a tense moment where she massaged his elbow, the tenderness rather foreign to them both, exposing their ridiculous relationship for what it was.

"What is he doing here?" Dan asked quietly, apologetically.

"He's here to indulge you," she replied with just as much charity. She smiled as she looked up at him, caressing his cheek. "I know this won't last forever, Ducky," she grinned wide as Dan grimaced at the nickname, "and I thought it might please you to have a chance to play out your fantasy." Her eyebrows quirked flirtatiously and she took a step away from him, then another as she slowly moved back to the room they had just left. "After all, I know how much you love redheads."

Dan watched her walk away, his cheeks flushing. True, the two of them had spent several nights with that teasing prospect, that of a fiery ginger man, one whose face Dan didn't know, but who he was just as crazy about as, if not more than, the beautiful, ginger temptress before him. But this was taking it too far. That was... That man on the bed, he was--

Dan had recognized him immediately. That was his partner, Rorschach, strapped to the bed. Dan was absolutely certain of it. It had been an easy recognition, bought on from years of identifying him in the dark, sewing up deep, scar-rendering wounds, and surreptitious studying that sturdy little body of his. He would know his partner anywhere.

But what the hell was Rorschach doing here, practically naked and strapped to a bed, hardly batting a figurative eyelash when Leslie, a woman that he vehemently hated, crawled atop him and teased him so brazenly?

"Wait, Leslie, hold on." He took a few steps after and she waited for him to catch up. He looked over her shoulder to look around before continuing. "What have you done to him?" he asked carefully, no accusation in his voice. After all, it was common knowledge that one rarely make it out of the Twilight Lady's claws unscathed.

"Nothing," she told him honestly, then added, "yet," and winked.

"You haven't drugged him or-or--" His words trailed off as she shook her head in the negative. "How did you get him?" Dan asked incredulously, shifting uncomfortably as desire coursed through him wildly, contradicting his better judgment.

"I had my men pick him up off the street," she replied, her fingernails trailing dizzying patterns down his chest. "I believe this gentleman is a bit little smaller than Rorschach, but other than that, I think he'll suit you just fine. He's a bit timid, however," she whispered seductively, tugging down his goggles and shoving back his cowl.

"Timid," Dan whispered, snorting and shaking his head. Either Rorschach was drugged, in one of those eerily calmed rages of his, or Dan's mind had only conjured recognition because the simple fact of the matter was, Dan did want Rorschach. And from the way Leslie made it sound, she didn't have a clue as to who she might have potentially captured for his fantasy. That or she was toying with him and knew quite well the reality of the situation. He wouldn't put it past her brilliant little mind.

"Rorschach's not timid," Dan said finally, carefully observing her response.

She simply pouted and dragged her nails hard against his back where she had wiggled her hands into his suit. "Ooh, but surely you can look past that, can't you? I had so hoped to watch you enjoy your new toy, Ducky.

"I think..." She grinned and leaned in towards him, whispering provocatively against his ear. "I think he's a virgin. Nearly so, at least. I haven't had much of a chance to play with him and I thought, perhaps, if would like to--"

"I do," Dan nodded in earnest, agreeing breathlessly. "But I... Can I do it alone? I--" He swallowed thickly as her face fell, but before she could say no, he added, "I know you have surveillance in every single room of this joint. You can watch. I just want him to myself. Just this once, all right? And no perfume or aphrodisiacs or anything. Please?" He steadied his voice, trying to impose a little bit of authority and trying her own brand of seductive convincing as he pulled her close and squeezed her hips.

Leslie smiled and brushed a finger down his cheek, kissing the cleft in his chin. "Since you said the magic word." She winked at him and Dan felt his knees shaking with the rest of him. "I understand that you want your first time to be special. Don't have too much fun without me, Daniel."

Dan's stomach flopped. For half a second he was positive that she knew exactly who was tied up in there. He saw that mischievous twinkle in her eyes and, in deadly combination with that smile of hers, Dan thought perhaps he should back out now while he still had one last chance, before all hell broke loose.

But regardless of what Leslie knew or had planned, Dan knew if he passed up such an opportunity, it may never come around again. Plus, he couldn't imagine what might happen if he did say no, what the Twilight Lady might do to the both of them... That was a thought to be saved for another time, another fantasy.

Dan watched her peer back at him one last time before slipping around the corner and he stood outside the door, shaking and terrified and as hard as he had ever been in his life. Even if the guy he was about to fuck wasn't who he thought, wished, hoped it was, there was still a man waiting for him in that room, a man who had been kidnapped, more or less, for Dan's pleasure. Who was there against his will, who was strung up like a puppet, to satisfy Dan's every whim. This was more than fulfilling a fantasy. This was... Well, he couldn't put a name to how wrong it was. Because, goddammit, he wanted this!