Disclaimer: I don't own the Watchmen or any of its characters. Wishful thinking aside.
Warnings: There be smut in this chapter. For realises.
Authors Note #1: Please read and review. I am excited to see what you all think. I am open to comments, advice, and constructive criticism.
Howl at the Shadows
Chapter 7
The man's lips made him think about the fizzing spark of electrocution and over heated computer servers. With the aftertaste hinting of that iconic hum and buzzing electronic whine that only occurs in the close seconds just before a city wide power outage.
Singed plastic and electrical burns.
Daniel made a muffled exclamation as his glasses slid down his nose, gravity going murky and versatile as he tossed them behind him with one far flung motion. The thick fingers of his free hand coming up dig into the soft wood of the headboard behind them. Using it to steady himself as Daniel leaned down, the fabric of his button up brushing haltingly across the naked skin of his collarbone in a tantalizing rush of sensation.
Words were falling from the man's lips once again, but he was too distracted by the moment to listen. The only things he recognized were the obscenities, the harsh pants, and the long, drawn out syllables of his name being murmured over and over.. He had had no idea that his name could sound like that…like it was something sensual. Something to be treasured and well kept rather then feared.
And yet he still didn't completely understand.. Even when Daniels lips twisted and his tongue peeked out and did that…Oh!-...thing..
His senses had simply overloaded, too caught up on the feeling as the man's dry lips caught against the scabbed tears that pock marked his own. Everything going slick and absurdly smooth as teeth worried through yielding softness. His teeth..Daniel's teeth. Everything simply melded together. It was almost too much. Imploding nerve endings mashing together as heat rose in his throat, rising up from the thrumming coil of confused arousal now pulsing in his belly like a second heart.
He supposed now that it would only be doubly as useless to pretend that he was as cold and heartless as his visage portrayed... After all, all that really mattered was that the criminals and perpetrators he confronted each and every night on the litter strewn city streets actually did.
..Despite his best efforts Daniel himself had never seemed to buy it, never acting like he was in anyway different from anyone else. At first he had been incensed by this. Insulted. But eventually he came to realize that this was a courtesy, a closeness…a friendship that Daniel actually bestowed to very few.. Even then, months back when the thought had first occurred, it had been enough to make his limbs shift restlessly. Forcing the sable, inky blots to swirl in confused cyclones across his cheeks, the very edges ghosting tantalizingly close to his fabric covered lips..
It had been a pattern that he had never seen before…
The man's hands had gotten caught in the worn fabric of his wife beater, threatening to rend the fabric completely as they curled around the shoulder straps. Tugging and insistent. Demanding everything he had left to give. Things he didn't even know he actually possessed.
Daniel wanted it all. This..Him..
A dollop of sweat travelled slick, and unhindered down from the arch of his neck, trickling along the curve of his sliced up shoulder to free fall through the open air. The comfort of the blankets now pushed down around his waist suddenly becoming stifling. And almost without thinking about it, he pushed the plush material way, scissoring his legs violently as the duvet slipped to the side, landing on the carpet between them with a soft slump.
Somewhere off to his right, Daniel grunted in breathy approval.
Supernovas were born and lost behind the expanse of his blown lids. He couldn't for the life of him seem to close them. The pupils expanding, going wide and uncomprehending as reality and awareness slowly flickered. He felt strangely aware of every breath he took. Lungs expanding and contracting as blood cells grew oxygen deprived and desperate. He could even feel it as the muscle spasms went ragged, immersed in layer after layer of siren like softness.
These were the things that he shouldn't have felt. They were the simple actions and reactions that the human body cycles through every moment of every day. Permutations and calculations controlled by basic brain functions and commands.
A mechanization of the flesh.
And yet now, as he skin sparked against the open air, going high pitched and electric with sensations and emotions he hadn't realized were even humanly possible. All those little hidden things, things one so often took for granted, suddenly shone with mirror-like clarity.
And he wondered off handedly, if people had actually died from this.
He wasn't sure he wanted to remember the flash point. The moment where both sides gave and skin slid across willing skin. Everything else had gotten lost in the shuffle. The want. The sudden, heart clenchingly impossible tension of it all.. Perhaps this was what dying felt like?
The man's hands were all over him, callous roughened palms smoothing down the coarse lines of his skin, skidding through close to three days of neon auburn scruff and dirty, unwashed cheeks. Curling under the rucked up hem of his shirt to spread, searing hot down the quivering flesh of his belly.
The movements were reckless and head strong, leeching erotic intent and determination across the surface of his flesh. And yet, beneath it all, with movements so like the man himself, each and every motion was under laid by a soft, connecting thread of inherent gentleness.
And that would simply not stand…
He made a noise that might have been considered as scandalized when Daniel's teeth closed around his lower lip. But the inflection of the moment was lost when his body chose that moment to surge upward, shoulders screaming as his arms wrapped firm and insistent around the mans hips as he brought Daniel's weight downwards. Nerve ending singing as Daniel fell astride him, hips grinding together with a glorious burst of sparking fiction along his groin. Thus rendering both the noise and the thoughts behind it all but useless..
And he couldn't help the moment of self effacing smugness that took hold when the echoes of Daniel's pleasured curse bounced back at them from the vaulted, bedroom ceiling.
He wondered if it was always like this, where everything becomes frantic and awkward, tinged in desperation and unquenchable lust. Where both parties are half afraid that the other might suddenly pull away, and half afraid that they won't.
He cried out in surprise and unexpected pleasure as Daniel's lips wrapped around the base of his neck, teeth digging in as if to express all the frustration..all the tension desire, need, and want that they were both inexplicably feeling. The action pulsed with cacophonous melody of sensation, with each contradicting the other as they all demanded to be expressed.
..And he couldn't help but dig his fingers into Daniel's mop of thick brown curls, his mangled hands suddenly coming alive under the sensation of all that softness.. Silk.
He didn't have words to describe this. He would try, perhaps later, in the seclusion of his old flat, flipping through the pages of his old elementary school grammar, fingers pausing against the mice shredded edges as the delicate pages rippled warningly. Fluttering violently, with each and every growingly frustrated flip of the page.
He gritted his teeth against it, unable to accept the sudden burst of pleasure as he teetered on the precipice of something he could neither name or define.
..He wanted to run and never come back.
..Yet at the same time he knew he would never be able to bring himself to leave..
And when it came, enveloping him like tidal wave barrelling towards an unsuspecting harbour, he barely had the moment to realize that the startled, but undeniably pleasurably howl he had initially taken for the canine that had been hounding them ever since that moment in that alleyway, echoing desperate, yet undeniably proud in his ears, was in fact, coming from his own battered throat…
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A/N #2: This is the second last chapter! Whoooooooo.
