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)

"Hurm.... how?"

Is he toying with me? Do I give him suggestions? Guidance? Would that make him feel 'whorish' again? Too complicated! Better give him an answer though, my cheek still stings from him slapping me. Bastard. Sexy goddamn bastard. May as well say what's on my mind.

"Fuck me. Do whatever you want. Just don't tease me any longer, Walter."

"Hurm. Sure, Daniel? Isn't premarital sex sin?"

"Too late. Don't care. Fuck, Rorschach, stop it!"

"Stop what?...It's Walter... Rorschach isn't here to save you, Daniel."

He moves against me, making me gasp. His tone, his coy tone... so irresistible. He could be a whore if he wanted."Ba-bastard."

"Homosexuality a sin too, right? Hurm. Fear for soul, Daniel. Hell not pleasant."he puts his lips to my ear. "Very hot."

He's laughing at me. This isn't fair. He's...he's trying to distract me. Yes. He's trying to get me angry so I won't think about the throbbing need he's grinding against. I might not be Adrien, but that doesn't mean I'm stupid.

"Stop changing the subject." I pause to pant, moving against him feels good.... "Or are you pussying out, cock-tease?"

"Can't imagine the damage, Daniel. Know how homosexuals have sex. Not stupid. Painful. Sure, Daniel?"

"Very goddamn sure. Just...do it! Do it!"

He hesitates, every moment making it worse. After a moment of deliberation, He pins my hands above my head, using one hand, his right. I think he's left handed...everything seems to slow, everything is so vivid...spits on his left hand. Takes too long for me to piece together why, then blush, squirming. Preparing himself takes too long. He's stalling. He won't look at me, either. Damn.

"God dammit. What's wrong, Walter?"

"Can't. Can't. Won't. Scared. Won't hurt Daniel. Not a brute."

Enough of this. I've been worked up too far for this kind of behavior. If there is much more delay, the blue balls I'll get will rival 's. Though I should respect Walter's issues, right now, I simply can't make myself care. Both my hands against his bad arm, I manage to pin him. No easy feat, have to press advantage while I have it. Thank God he's made himself slick, or this would be madness. Doing all I can to make sure he doesn't stop me, I force myself on him, taking him in me.

Takes a moment for the pain to register. I let my body weight take me down all the way, taking in his whole length. This hurts like a bitch but I can't let him know. His nails are scrabbling Archie's floor, his eyes are rolling back. I'm more worried about him than myself. Up. Down. Up. Down. Knees cracking. I can't do this. Doesn't hurt as much now though, just had to get used to it.....

"D-D-Dammit, D-Daniel."

I try not to just 'unf', but say real words... I almost fail. "Y-Yes, Walter?"

"Using me. Not a toy. Not a whore. Bastard. Rape." Oh shit. I brace myself as he flips us back to how we were before, my head hitting the floor hard. He thrusts to enunciate his words. "Fucking Bastard." I wince. He's making me bleed.

"Ah...W-Walter...y-you're hu-hurting me..."

"Want to stop now? Make up mind, Daniel."

He has me there, I don't want him to stop. My fingers dig into his shoulders, tears pricking at my eyes as I feel his...sweat or tears? Not sure which. Feel some liquid from him falling on my chest. "Oh Gods, don't stop. Please don't stop."

He doesn't.

I've heard, from discreet sources, that the prostate, when hit, causes extreme orgasms. That that's the point of male to male sex. I don't know if that's true. For me, the point of what's happening right now is the look on Walter's face, the blissed out, completely focused on how he's feeling, dare I say selfish look. I love it. Feeling him inside me gives me a sense of pride, though it's painful, and touching myself to bring myself to climax when he does is a goal.

Panting above me, Walter opens his eyes, his amazing eyes, and kisses my forehead, still thrusting. "Okay, Daniel? Sorry..."

"I'm...amazing. Don't stop....I love you..."

"But.." He interrupts himself with a moan. I love the sound. I want to hear more, wrapping my legs around him. I start pulling his shirt off, a tad belatedly, letting my hands roam his chest.

He doesn't disappoint me, moaning louder, thrusting harder and deeper, my back shifting on the floor. One hand my member, the other one clawing his chest, suddenly I see bright lights, almost forgetting how to breath, lungs stalling before pulling up a gasp. He's hit it. That thing, that place. "Oh Walter!" I yell, eyes shut tight, holding onto Walter desperately. "Walter, Walter, THERE..."

Each thrust, coupled with my patient playing, brings me closer and closer to the edge, the abyss. He's close too, his arms are trembling, and he's getting louder by the second. "W-Walter, I'm...I'm going to..."

He nods, understanding, or pretending to, and with a few more thrusts I finish, screaming his name, arms and legs locked around him, seed splattering our chests. Seconds after, I feel him arrive, tensing harshly as he does so. It's an odd feeling, to be filled like that... he pulls out immediately after, tiredly muttering apologies before laying his head on my shoulder, the both of us trying to catch our breath.

As soon as he can breathe properly, Walter starts shaking, raising his voice to say "sorry" repeatedly. He stares at our torsos in horror, and seems at a terrified loss of what to do with the mess on his stomach.

"Dirty. Dirty. Fuck. No. Dirty. Sorry. Sorry Daniel. You made me. No fair. No fair Daniel!"

"It's okay, Walter! It's alright! Calm down. Breathe. Jesus Christ." He's going into shock. Is he allergic to me or something? No; just emotional issues. He's so adorably mental. Wouldn't mother be proud, to see my lover. Did I fall for a doctor or a lawyer? Naw. A psychopath that's allergic to semen is far better. Makes me almost glad she's dead, so she doesn't have to see this.

Walter's crying, I can't stand to see him like this. I bully him up, ignoring the sharp pain when I move too fast, not wanting to make him feel worse. There's a emergency chemical shower somewhere around here.... ah, there. It takes a good deal of pushing to keep Walter still and pull the lever, instantly drenching us both. There's no soap, regrettably, but it's better than nothing. To my surprise, Walter fights being held under the spray as much as possible, making it difficult to rinse him off.

"God dammit, What now?!"

"Fluoride in water. Jewish conspiracy! Let me out! Stop! No!"

I laugh, not letting go of my sex weakened lover, making him suffer the stupid 'conspiracy'. The shower is short, it's not meant to be used for cleaning, and we're soon standing, dripping wet and naked, in Archie.

"Where in hell did you hear that?"He mumbles, I can barely make out the words. "New Frontiersman? That messed up right wing paper? You're kidding me. I'm surprised they're allowed to publish that kind of bull."

"Hurm. Not bull. Shut up. Wet now. Not happy." He looks like a soaked cat. A bit more searching of Archie, and I find fire blankets, using one to dry off, tossing him another, and sharing one with him, handing over a lukewarm bottle of coke.

"There there, Walter. You'll be okay. You used to bath regularly, once upon a time..."