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.

"You're not going to die, Walter. If you die. I'll sleep with Laurie while actually thinking about her." Daniel shudders, movement under me not unpleasant. Slightly painful to marked up thighs, but over all not unpleasant. I laugh. Odd sound, slightly foreign. Missed it. Extend hand, wishing to make this arrangement true. All in jest. Won't happen.

"Deal."

Handshake like old ones. No sexual tension, no embarrassment. Two very good friends. Daniel tugs hand down, confusing me. Brings back of hand to lips, chaste kiss. Blush and look away. "Gay, Daniel. Very gay."

"And what I did earlier wasn't? You seemed to enjoy it..."

Pout. Not fair. "Taking advantage, Daniel. Underhanded. Dirty. Won't warn again: Don't mock."

"Or what?" Tone is superior.

Not liking this. Need control. Liked look on his face when used full sentences. Think for short time, piecing together words before saying. Adopt Veidt-like tone. Is fitting. "Need I remind you, Daniel, who is currently on top? Watch your tongue, watchman."

He squirms. Under me. Very pleasant. Daniel very aroused by short speech. Feel proud. Reasonable? Hurm. Turn slightly, taking bottle of American Love, having sip. Daniel thrusts up abruptly. Almost spill. Surprised, put bottle down and pin him firmly. Am confused. "Trying to knock me off?"

He smirks. "Perhaps."

"Not kind, Daniel." Pout. He does it again!"Stop it!"

He smirks, hips rubbing mine. "Don't like grinding, Walter? Your body does...."

Damned body. Betraying me. Not right, not clean. Daniel moving against me. Not okay. Not alright. "Stop it Daniel, or-"

"Or what?" His smirk is wider. His intentions mesh, finally. Wants to see what I will do. He wants me to.... Revulsion. Stand, striding away.

"Don't mock, Daniel. Being a prick. Big Jewish prick. Think me a whore? Bastard...."

"Walter... don't do this..." He's whining, sounds like a man that uses whores. Wants to use me. Bastard. Filth. He keeps talking. Don't want to listen. Some joke, about his 'big jewish prick' mocking me. Warned him. Stands, walking towards me. Wait until he's in arm's length...punch to stomach. Hard. Knock wind out.

"Warned you. Don't mock."

"J-Jesus." He murmurs, after coughing.

I glare. "Think me a whore. Bastard. Bastard, bastard, bastard!" Want to hit something. All men the same. Daniel, no better than mother's clients. Start pacing, very angry. Feel Daniel's arms around me. From behind. Stupid. Stupid stupid stupid. Frozen. Can't move. Feel breath on back of neck. Gooseflesh.

"You're not a whore, Walter. I never said that. I'd never say that."

"Want to use me. Want to hurt me. Want sex. Don't love me. Love isn't real."

"That's not true. You know that's not true." Voice is honest. Hands are wandering. Touches hip. Rubs against me. BASTARD.

"Fuck. Off."

He stands down. "Walter..... " He sounds sad. Don't care. Can't care. Guilt trip. Not going to work.

"Yes, Daniel?" Tone icy. Good. Don't comprimise. Did so once already. Very bad.

"I'm sorry."

Catches off guard. Spin to face him. "Take off goggles."

He does. Like his eyes. Bad time, think of eyes later. "Repeat, Daniel."

"I'm...sorry."

Is telling truth. Hurm. "About? Be specific."

"Upsetting you."

Again, honest. More though, not whole truth. I prompt. "And?"

"And I wish I didn't feel the way I do, if it upsets you. However... I can't change that ... well...." Trails off. Can't quite get meaning. Seems apologetic though. Let it go. Still feel mild anger. More uncertainty, though. Confused.

Don't like confusion. Beckon Dan closer, still displeased look on face. Pin him to wall with ease, stare into his eyes. "Promise no harm."

He's startled. But still aroused. Hurm. "I promise, Walter. I don't want to hurt you. I'd never hurt you."

"Self defense?"

He hesitates. "Maybe. But I hope you don't want to hurt me so badly that I need self defense. I hope that we're good. We're still friends. Right?"

"Hurm." Slow nod. Let him go, throw punch. Make it slower, weaker, off center. Let him catch it, left hand coming in next. Sparring. Toying with him, true, but... only because I don't want to harm him. Want to touch, feel... my way.

He's confused. Good. Knows my perspective. Sparring gets more heated. Coke spills. More touching, more connections. Daniel gets a punch in, to my face. Growl. Hit back. Passion? Living. Good to be alive. More, more! Soon have him pinned, on the floor again. Kiss him hard, bite his lips. Arousal for both of us. Good though. My way.

Suddenly confused again. What now? More kissing. Kissing alright. Daniel's hands snake up my waist. Pin back down. Voice gruff, husky.

"No."

He lets out a pleased whimper, small smile. "Please, Walter...please..."

More confusion. Rough kiss to neck, light bite. "Please what?"

He mumbles. Almost slap him. Glare. Demand answer. "PLEASE WHAT?!"

He cringes, gently arching under me, not like before...same movement. Gentler. "I...want.... you. Please."

Begging. Interesting. Keep glare in place. "How so?"

Lets out frustrated moan. I chuckle.

"You know damned well what I want, Walter. Goddamn Tease."

"Now now, don't get uppity, Jew Boy." Smile. Bothering Daniel is fun. He's seething, and squirming.

"I'm not Jewish! Well...not really! I'm lapsed! I'm gay! Goddammit Walter, let me up!"

"No!" The word is simple, and childish. Haven't felt like this in years.

"Walter! Come on, don't be a dick!"

"Isn't that just what you want me to be? A dick? For you?" Watch Daniel blush, turn away. Briefly unpin one arm to give gentle slap to face. Seemed gentle to me. Perhaps not so much to Daniel. Oops. "Answer me!"

"Ow..... fine. Yes."

Awkward silence. "Sorry for slap. Was neccisary. Don't evade me."

"Bossy bitch."

"Flamboyant Jew."

"Psycho."

"Quitter!"

Dan pauses. Victory is mine?

"Cock-tease."

......ouch. Not 'whore', true. But... ouch.

"Liar."

"Prove it."

Another pause. "Hurm." Can't let Daniel win. "How?"