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Daniel was sliding his way across his kitchen floor. Halfway he decided hands and knees made more sense. His palms slapped against linoleum and he felt giddy. Telling Rorschach the secret left him lighter. I love you I love you I love you. He was saying it so much in his head that it almost lost meaning.
In the yellow fluorescence of the kitchen, did love really look like love? Daniel was feeling achy from the recent fight, but he can't imagine how Rorschach must feel. The man had just gotten back from a brutal patrol and it showed even before they fought. Daniel lifted his head to make sure he was still heading for Rorschach.
Rorschach had slid down the cabinet and was now lying on the floor, not moving. For a moment Dan watched his chest rise and fall. Somehow he had managed to wedge his right arm and leg under the lip between the cabinet and floor. It was only a few inches of gap, but Rorschach was small. He still didn't have his mask on, but his face was turned away and it looked like he was trying to wedge that under the lip too. Dan didn't feel so light anymore, but he had purpose.
Dan skirted around the blood and spittle spatters on the floor before finally reaching Rorschach. He was close enough to touch, and that's what he did. He slid his fingers through ginger hair, and Rorschach slammed against the doors violently. Daniel withdrew immediately.
"What do you want?" Rorschach mumbled. He sounded as though he was barely moving his lips, but the effect was accusation.
Daniel rocked on his heels, confused. Want? Suddenly Rorschach had turned Dan's true feelings into something dirty.
"Oh come on, it's not like that," Dan said in defense, "You've got it wrong, it's not like that at all."
Rorschach barely turned his head and his eyes flicked to the ceiling. It couldn't be any more than a peripheral glance at Dan. He could tell by Rorschach's pupil contraction that he was staring at a lightbulb and it said disbelief and disgust.
"But, I...love you," Dan said one more time, but the conviction was gone.
"Doesn't mean anything," Rorschach grumbled and turned away again.
It had meant something to Dan, but he'd said it too many times already. It meant everything. Why hadn't he kept this to himself? As soon as the words had left his mouth they were sullied by the air. He should have seen this coming, that anything true and simple would be marred by admitting it. God knows what sort of translation Rorschach had made of that. Filth and deprivation and disguising it as love.
Daniel doesn't know what love is. Love is sacrificing his life, his mask, in Karnak. Love meant going through every day in utopia, knowing how it was made. He'd aided this perversion of humanity, allowed the falsities to run unobstructed, all for one man.
Rorschach understood what he harbored for Daniel, and it was a strong pull into oblivion. It's only getting worse.
Daniel is making it worse. The proximity and soft touches are so much pain, but the confession of love was too much too much please don't. Even if Daniel didn't know what he was talking about, it still effected his hopes.
Comprimising his face had made Rorschach a hypocrite, and he really shouldn't be resentful toward the man. Daniel wanted to touch him, he'd even kissed him, but Rorschach couldn't allow him to call it love. Why should he feel any better about this degradation?
This was a small injustice, calling it love, but Rorschach couldn't let it stand. He'd allow him anything but that. Because he knew what love was, and Daniel didn't. He took solace in the knowledge and superiority. Resentment was justified, he didn't owe Daniel anything, already gave him everything.
Daniel doesn't know what love is.
Dan's eyebrows clamped down and his temper flared, "What do you know? Huh? What do you know?" He was desperate for an answer when he saw Rorschach's prominent ear shift upward. The man was smiling, grimacing, so hard it had moved every muscle on his face and even spread to his ears. He thought he knew everything.
Daniel grabbed Rorschach's lapels and his patience broke completely at the other man's mockery. "Know what? I hate you, always have. I hate you, and I hope you hate me too!"
His smile matched Rorschach's in ghastliness as he lifted him from the linoleum. Dan slammed him back onto the kitchen floor and only paused a moment before advancing the assault.
Now he was kissing him. By biting Rorschach's lips he forced his tongue into the other man's mouth without hesitance. The grimaces weren't half smiles anymore, and no one was happy. Dan moved his hands to grip Rorschach's skull, roughly pressing his thumbs into the temples. The taste was an almost unbearable mix of neglected teeth and copper, but he savored it's filthiness.
Rorschach struggled, but the escape effort was only from the neck up. The rest of his body was thrumming, his palms slapping the linoleum and heals kicking uselessly. He tried to force Daniel's tongue from his mouth by using his own, but this only excited the larger man further. He couldn't turn his head away, so he bit down on the fleshy intrusion.
Daniel withdrew immediately and gasped. Rorschach took the opportunity to throw his head back and breathe, his eyes bulging. His hands finally came up and grabbed Daniel's wrists, but went no further. Already Daniel had recovered from the injury and returned his mouth. This time it settled on Rorschach's neck and bit him viciously before sucking him cruelly. Blood vessels were breaking. All Rorschach could do was clench his eyes shut. He didn't have to arch his back and give Daniel better access to his neck, but he did. He did, and he hated Daniel for it.
Dan forced Rorschach's grip from his wrists and tore off the leather gloves without thinking much. Holding the flinching palm to his face he bit into the base of Rorschach's thumb and rolled it between his teeth. Rorschach snarled and pushed at Dan's face, mashing his nose, but not stopping the abuse.
Dan bit, licked, and kissed every inch of skin he revealed. As fast as he could he had removed Rorschach's clothes and thrown them as far as he could across the room. One of his shoes caught something ceramic and sent it to the floor, satisfying. No comforts. It had been a struggle, Rorschach wouldn't make this easy for him, and for that he had no mercy. He didn't take the time to look at the flesh, but experienced it with his mouth and hands. His skin was a marvel, the texture almost gummy from old sweat, forcing his hands to advance haltingly.
All that Rorschach had left was his wife beater and briefs. Both of these were flimsy from wear, and oily to the touch. Hastily Daniel shucked his own clothes, leaving nothing as a barrier. Daniel's hands roamed large over Rorschach's torso and gripped too hard into any softness he found. Rorschach had his hands clamped over his eyes, blocking the sight but not the sensation. Rorschach was obviously effected and repulsed.
Daniel's hand grabbed Rorschach's straining erection through the grey briefs suddenly, and he bucked in surprise and perversion. The gasp that was forced out of him was accomplishment to Dan's ears, and he moved his hand gently back and forth.
His other hand brushed his own erection, amazed at what he had caused, and reveled in the spikes of pleasure. The whimpering grunts that were issuing from the other man were inadvertently arousing. Daniel wished he could see Rorschach's face, after fighting so hard to reveal it. He abandoned his erection to pull at the hands that obstructed Rorschach's face.
He leaned forward on his knees and ducked his head to Rorschach. He was peeling each finger one by one and it was becoming frustrating. Dan redoubled the efforts of his other hand, the one on Rorschach's dick, to distract him from protecting his face. His index finger pressed and stroked against the engorged head, dragging the fabric against it. Rorschach bucked wildly, his hands finally lifting away from his face.
Daniel's groin throbbed when he saw the man's face twisted in reluctant pleasure. It was only a flash of desire before it turned toward him, turned against him. The expression that replaced the wanton abandon was terrifying in it's strength.
Rorschach's eyes locked with Daniel's.
His face said
How could you?
Dan had been expecting How dare you? but this misery was much worse. All his movements stopped, and he removed his hand as though it had been burned. Rorschach's jaw was clenching visibly, and his eyebrows jumped on his forehead. Hurt. Bruises were glaring at Daniel, but his sharp, watery brown eyes just asked him to stop please stop.
Daniel reeled back in horror, but already Rorschach's face was changing. It settled on indifference before he lightly placed his palms over the eye sockets again, resigned to his fate and Daniel's will.
Laying down beside his partner, Daniel felt guilt.
"Why did you stop?" Rorschach's head rolled to face Dan. His head was still rocking as pink spittle fell from his mouth. He had been cradling the saliva in his lip the whole time, not wanting to swallow it. Dan also turned his head to look Rorschach in the face. His ear was mashed against the floor, bent at a strange angle, but it didn't really matter. Everything had a dull ache, either from being punched or from being so completely rejected.
"I couldn't..." Daniel rasped, the shame saturating his voice, "I just couldn't."
"...why?" Rorschach rumbled. Spit tinged with blood continued to dribble unchecked, and Daniel focused on this until he could find the nerve to look the other man in the eye.
Daniel hesitated, "You know why..." He looked toward the ceiling again, finished. Nothing more to say.
Ugh
Rorschach was suddenly pressed against Dan's side, burying his face into his considerable bulk. His arm draped over Dan's chest and grabbed at his side, pulling himself up and over. His head remained bowed against Daniel's chest as he straddled the man he'd saved.
In disbelief Daniel grasped Rorschach's hips and felt the man's tremors transfer through his fingers. Dan's previously wilting erection was being restored by Rorschach's deliberate movements. Suddenly Rorschach was rutting against him, shifting his hips sharply and giving Daniel no opportunity to think.
Dan's hands now scrabbled against Rorschach. One hand slid to his ass and clenched at the large muscle there through the thin briefs. Rorschach bit into Dan's shoulder to muffle a moan.
"Wait, wait..." Daniel stopped bucking to grab a handful of the fragile briefs and accidentally ripped them off. The elastic was almost completely gone from the ancient bands, but he was still surprised how easily they came away. Rorschach didn't really notice the loss of lingerie. A light breathless laugh escaped Dan, but was cut off when skin hit skin.
Rorschach stopped completely, caught by the sensation with his mouth hanging open. Daniel brought his hands to Rorschach's face and held it. He craned his neck up to kiss him, gentle to compensate for earlier. Sliding his tongue against Rorschach's lips he rolled his hips upwards.
Rorschach inhaled sharply and sucked the air out of Daniel's mouth. His hips began to slide again, each pass rubbing their dicks together in mutual sin. This couldn't last much longer, not at this increasing rate. Rorschach now rested his forehead against Daniel's, and clutched at his broad shoulders, groaning uncontrollably.
Silently, Daniel allowed his lips to form over and over what he couldn't say. Without warning he came against Rorschach's abdomen, lost to this overwhelming man.
Rorschach never stopped moving, but he took a moment to read the easily recognizable words on Daniel's lips. Already he was breaking apart, but realization of what Daniel was saying took Rorschach apart completely. He jerked almost painfully hard against Daniel before he came, succumbing to the inevitable collision.