Storyverse. Dan/Rorschach, mature, sexual themes and actions, some violence, spoilers. Not what really happened, but all takes place in a time slot left blank by Moore and Gibbons, who own these characters. I only own my ideas. (first Watchmen fic, please be gentle) Thanks so much to my informal beta, vaudeville.

Hugging naked Daniel. Stirrings persistent. Groin afire. Scum scum scum! Rorschach wouldn't do this. Rorschach would NEVER do this. Rorschach not be so weak, vulnerable, twisted. Overwhelming, even for Walter, who's capable of such things. Hadn't had such sensations since showers at Charlton. Since getting thrown against wet wall, called 'fag', beat up. Allowed it to happen, though did not like. Allowed sin to be beaten from skin as a child, evil not supposed to return, years later, watching an owl man blushingly turn down whore. Slowly, arms entwine around him, choking back tears as flash of memory, my mother, this position, random man. Hope Daniel doesn't hurt me.

Blood loss and pain make head swim. Scared but desperate, needing more, though of what? Don't know. Not sure of self nor situation nor needs. Gently imitate the filth on television. Press lips to Daniel's neck. Hear gasp, see gooseflesh. Almost chuckle. Bring lips to his ear, keeping voice low. "Walter loves you, Daniel."

Tells me he knows. Stomach does unpleasant flip. Mouth feels dry. Shaky. Push away, ignoring pain in thighs. May be sick.

"Rorschach, are you okay?"

I shake my head, croaking to him, trying not to look, glancing up against better judgment. "Not Rorschach. Walter."

"Walter, what's wrong?" Concern in voice is poignant. Shoulders shake harder, chest tight. Don't want to lie.

"Scared."

"Of...? It's okay Walter...it's okay." He grabs his goggles, slipping them on. Looks appealing. Powerful. Takes me into arms again.

Am trembling. "This. These. Feelings. Pain. Love. You. Me. List long. Walter a coward." Tremble again. Curse weakness. Am only human.

"What can I do? How can I help?" Daniel hesitates, smiles. About to tell a joke. "Let me rescue you."

Punch to his chin, lightly. Playfully? "Not Damsel. Despite distress. Dammit." Alliteration annoys me. Daniel chuckles. At ease with me. Daniel moves in to kiss again, hesitating, hovering with lips mere inches from mine. Arch up to peck, awkward, blushing. Feels nice, despite fear. Fear feels nice? No. Dirty. Not nice... stirrings more obvious, throbbing occurring. Was I injured? Bite lip.

"Ow... Daniel..."I shift, voice ... whiny? Disgusting.

"Well yeah R...Walter, you sliced yourself up really bad. Of course it hurts. Do you need some painkillers? Where is it the worst?"

Shake head. No drugs. "Not thighs..." Take hand, first putting it to head. Chest. Hesitation. Knee.

"You've got a headache, you're chest hurts...probably emotional pain..., and....Your knee hurts, Walter?

Shake head. Don't be coward. Move hand again. Landing closer, still wrong. "Your hip?"

Again shake head. Blushing brightly. Can't. Can't do this. Throbbing in underwear unbearable, must know if sustained damage. Splutter something juvenile, squirming. So immature. Can't talk about this subject matter.

"Ror-...Walter. Walter what's wrong?"

Pout. "Penis feels funny." Hide behind red bangs. Wait for Daniel to laugh, like teacher. No laughter. Look up, goggles showing my reflection, startlingly close. Breathless. Throbbing worse. Daniel kisses me, deeper. Tongue. Allow allow encouragement, moving lips.. Dan breaks it off, looking at me. Am unaccustomed to such attention.

"Hurm. Not helpful. In fact, worse."

"Yes, I figured as much... I... I don't know what you want me to do to you, Walter. I can't tell you what you want."

"Want pressure to go away. Hurting. Not badly. Can ignore if needed."

"...I can make the pressure go away... I just don't want you to have any regrets. You'd have to let me help you." Daniel looks worried. Tries to hide it, glad he's wearing goggles.

Make him look stronger. Rest of suit is just to left, on floor. Like body leather, Daniel's skin soft. Startled from observations. Daniel shifting my underwear waistband. I growl, he lets go, kissing my cheek."This is exactly what I was talking about. How can I help if you won't let me?"

Eyes narrow, lips forming tight line. "Promise not to harm."

"Promise. On Socrates." He laughs dryly. I fail to see humor. "Relax."

He's insistent. I am reluctant. Slowly let my muscles go, watching him closely as he shifts my underwear down, exposing me. Feel very awkward, and his clear arousal seems like conflict of interests.

Head reeling. Eyes very wide, muscles re-clenched. Daniel... he... he licked me. Feel faint. He's grinning. Felt...good? Nudge hips upwards. Body knows better than I do. Wants more. Cannot deny it. Panting. One lick, world shifts. Makes me remember. Dan licking lollipop. Before Keen act. Had purged night following, due to arousal. Now make the connection, why my body found Daniel's lips desirable, his tongue... ah, his tongue.

Body a mass of shivers, covered in sweat, and he licks again. Throw head back, noises coming from throat. Sound like whore. Bite lip instead. Taste blood. No compromises. Will not make more . So...overwhelming. Daniel sucks? Don't know, can't tell. Losing self in ecstasy. No compromises! Daniel pauses. Almost whimper. No compromises.

"I want to hear you..." His whisper, sultry. His request impossible. Open mouth to answer. Moan falls out. Curses. Daniel resumes. Only compromise for Daniel. Only once.

Heaving breath and groans, moans.... fists clench and unclench, toes curl. Joints crack. Daniel's chuckling around my length. Fail to see the humor. Fail to see a lot of things. Feel burning in pit of stomach. Whimper in self-concern. Daniel is destroying me from the inside out. Soul is going to char from all the sin. Going to scream, Daniel lied! Hurts, burns! Feels so good... want it to be hotter. Already unbearable, but want more. Masochistic? Can't think.

He's bobbing his head. Looks silly. Feels amazing. Words are tumbling from lips before considered. Swears. Unclean language. Down right inappropriate. Daniel's name several times. Beyond caring if I'm saying the wrong thing, so long as he doesn't stop. Ball of fire in stomach growing, getting hotter. Feel it start to tear, and suddenly it bursts. Electricity runs through blood, hips jerk. Mind falls into whiteness with black lights. Like mas-Face.

Slow decent to normality. Pant out two words. "Love, Daniel."