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)

Wish had brought journal after all. Many thoughts. Daniel gay. Had not suspected. Has affections for me. Also unexpected. Daniel fainted from heat exhaustion. Should have seen coming. Clearly delusional due to dehydration. Not gay. Not for me. I may have affections for him, but...Rorschach is pure and strong. This face, this soul, never tarnished by the human pollution of the world, the homosexuals just part of the liberal intellectual decadence, unproductive and filthy. Suppose should help friend.

...............................................Daniel is naked under owl suit. Hurm. Oh well. Must remove or risk further problems. Must try to dispel discomfort. Glad he's male. Leather is sticky, peeling from Daniel's skin while releasing not unpleasant odor. Feel teenage stirrings. Secure face. Rorschach is not tempted. Rorschach is beyond such petty things. Hesitate. Don hair and skin and hands, abandoning disguise and becoming self, free from fear or weakness or lust. Too hot. Quickly remove all but face and hands. Will have to be enough. Begin to fan Daniel, wishing swift recovery. Body reacts, Dan does not. Slumber? Relaxed muscles, steady pulse and breathing. Penis twitches, I skitter to corner like scared schoolchild. Curses. Dan begins to mutter. Sleep talking? Rolls on side, curling. No more visible penis. Good. Daniel's murmurs grow.

"Ror....scach...unf...oh gods..."

Desire to castrate only friend grows exponentially. So does desire for corruption. Body reacting. Need self punishment. Must be razor somewhere. Extensive search of owl ship eventually yields results. Dan now panting under breath, wanton. Whorish. Hardly matters. Warm blood splatters skin, feel at home. Rorschach can deal with pain. Rorschach is at home with blood. Blood, purifying soul, penance. Pain? Rorschach feels none. Walter cries. Daniel needs pain, restraint. Can't hurt Daniel though. Rorschach respects Daniel. Cares. Touch to shoulder, Daniel crying; Hollis is dead. Empty words echoing of revenge and fulfillment. Daniel,....Night Howl...both my friends. Very little change in persona when Dan dons mask. More confidence. Sexie-Slice. Bad thoughts. Cut the bits of Walter out. Engrossed, don't notice Daniel waking until too late.

"Rorschach What the FUCK?!?!"

Jolt, pulling legs up, Walter's thighs splattered crimson. Don't expect Daniel's interference, keeping material down, looking.

"Rorschach, you need stitches! Stop this! What the hell are you doing?!"

Naked and looking at my thighs.... punch to Daniel's clavicle results in 'hurk'. Teenage stirrings bad thoughts. Another Slice. Stirring doesn't cease. "Go away, Daniel."

He doesn't let go, instead grabbing hand, wrestling for razor.

"You have a goddamn erection, Rorschach This is what gets you off? Bleeding?! Jesus...."

I look down at him and whisper 'no'. One more slice, stirrings fade to pull up legs.

Again Daniel stops process. "Explain yourself!"

"Bad thoughts. Removal necessary."I tug pants. Daniel tugs back. I let go, letting him sprawl, legs snapping open before he gets up and walks away, watching from corner. Good view. Bad thought. Slice.

Continue to cycle of pain and penance, good and bad, winning eventually. Walter evicted, though was reluctant today. Bloody razor cast aside. Stand. Rorschach pure. Daniel picks up razor, cleaning. Silence. Daniel has my pants. Not comfortable in just undergarments. Feel faint... Faint? No. Feel fantastic. Rorschach feels no pain. Strong, pure, practical. Blood on floor of Owl Ship. Wonder why. Ought to clean it. ...Feel need to sit. Daniel talking at me now, am on floor. Don't remember sitting. Where are pants? Dan shines light in my face. I bat away his hand. Too close, he's too close, stirrings.... No.... Don't care...more blood, on hands and floor... unconcerned. Rorschach doesn't bleed. Sleepy time. So tired. Must remember to remove skin before sleeping, didn't before. Risk. Stiff fingers slowly peel my face from my head. Daniel looks upset. I smile at him.

"There there, love. Everything better in morning." I watch his face turn to shock before his small smile is the last thing I see, falling into a welcome slumber.