[Fic] Unexpected Encounters | Watchmen, Nite Owl II/Ozymandias. NC17
Title: Unexpected Encounters
Author: muzivitch & glasspyramids
Series: Watchmen
Pairing: Nite Owl II/Ozymandias
Rating: NC17. Very much so.
Length: 7093 words and no plot. Yeah, I know.
Notes: Movieverse, pre-series. No spoilers except for Ozymandias being an arrogant ass.
The Sanctuary was beginning to bore him, Adrian realized.
Even a few weeks ago, he would have refuted that claim, said that the endless beat of the bass, the glitter and gleam, the dark sensuality that filled the former church every night of the week was nowhere near getting old.
Adrian smiled at the boy - and he was definitely a boy, as fair as he was but slimmer, more golden and less pale - and stroked a hand over his shoulder in a brief caress. "Not tonight," he murmured, just loud enough to be heard over the roar of the music but quiet enough to still be intimate. "Perhaps another time."
He turned away from his partner's disappointment and stepped back out into the heat of the night and stood at the curb as his car rolled to a stop beside him.
"Where to, Mr. Veidt?" his driver asked, and Adrian turned his head to stare out the window. He still wanted something, he thought, but he didn't want it at the glittering hotbeds of the rich, the famous, and those who simply wanted to be...he want it somewhere else, and he wasn't sure where he'd find it.
Still, he thought, it was New York; every neighborhood had it's scene, and he'd been hearing interesting things about one in particular. Seedier, grittier than the uptown gleam he was used to, but no less....sensual, he decided.
He turned and smiled at his driver. "Take me to SoHo," he said.
Maybe what he was looking for could be found there.
Stakeouts were no less tiring for costumed heroes, Dan reflected as he walked through the doors of Harlequin, smiling as the music and lights washed over his face. Harlequin was nothing special, but Dan found it amusing because at least half the people there were wearing masks, all the time, including masks modeled on, well, the masks. His fellow heroes. Nite Owl was a celebrity in Harlequin, and Dan Dreiberg found anonymity in plain sight.
The comparison always made him laugh, every time he walked through the door, and the deep chuckle gained him more than a few admiring looks. As he slipped through the crowds, he wondered if any other masks had ever been here, and if they were thinking the same thing when they walked in and saw cardboard versions of themselves. Plenty of people were willing to take on his secret identity here.
It didn't take Dan long to find someone whose eye had been caught by the tight denim, chocolate-brown corduroy vest, and (because there were some temptations Dan just couldn't resist) silk short-sleeved shirt patterned with owls. They locked eyes - Dan had left his glasses at home for the night, donning the contact lenses he preferred when he went out - and the slight blond man swayed his hips as he walked off the dance floor and put his hands on Dan's waist.
This was just what he needed to forget about the three hours he'd just spent waiting for a planned bank robbery to start, in Archie, with goddamn Ozymandias.
Well, Adrian thought as he stepped inside the SoHo club, this was certainly an interesting experience. He lifted an eyebrow as someone clad in - well, he supposed it was supposed to be an Ozymandias costume - pushed someone in a Nite Owl mask up against the wall and kissed him.
He had to admit he'd never quite expected to have that particular fantasy acted out in front of his eyes, Adrian thought, his lips kicking up in the corners as he took a sip of his drink, his eyes casting over the crowd. Still, he thought, despite the...novelty, he decided, of being surrounded by cardboard versions of himself and his allies, this still wasn't what he was looking for.
He set his now-empty glass down with a clink and sighed. Perhaps he should just go back to Chelsea, he thought. Perhaps, he simply wasn't going to be satisfied with anything tonight. Perhaps...
Adrian's eyes were caught by a pair of figures in the corner - a blond, slight, with enthusiastic hands and a mobile mouth, and his partner: a taaller, darker, broader man with an unruly shock of short brown hair, dressed in dark denim and chocolate colored corduroy. There was something familiar about his face, Adrian thought, something he recognized, but he couldn't quite place.
Then the man turned, pinned Adrian with a pair of intense eyes, and Adrian forgot everything about familiarity and stepped forward.
Perhaps, he thought, he'd found what he was looking for after all.
Dan had been mostly distracted by the eager man who had pushed him against the wall, but a flash of golden hair caught his eye and he glanced over automatically. His eyes were still dark and burning when they met Adrian Veidt's and without meaning to, he gave him a smouldering look before blinking, eyes clearing and cheeks darkening.
Adrian Veidt was in SoHo?
Adrian stepped forward and Dan's hands paused on his anonymous partner's waist. "I have to go," he whispered in his ear and slipped away easily, moving through the crowds with a practiced air. The lights slid over the tight denim and gleamed on his arms as he stopped in front of his reluctant ally. "Adrian," he greeted him coolly, folding his arms. "I didn't expect to see you here. Didn't know this was your type of scene."
He glanced aside as the same pair of cardboard heroes slipped past them toward the entrance, then looked back, his blush darkening but chin high and defiant.
Recognition flashed in Adrian's eyes, and his lips curved into a slight smile. "Dan," he said with an incline of his head. "It's not my usual milieu," he said after a moment. "I'm somewhat surprised to you here as well," he added. "I never thought of dancing of your thing."
Then again, he thought, his eyes darkening slightly, Daniel Dreiberg hadn't actually been dancing, had he?
Dan tipped his head a bit and glanced at the dance floor. "That's no surprise. I figured you never thought of me much at all," he countered with a shrug. The idea that Adrian Veidt didn't think about him wasn't exactly keeping him up nights.
"What are you doing here?" he added with a trace of annoyance. He didn't really have any desire to spend more time with Ozymandias, or with Adrian Veidt, even if he did look very good in his sleek violet suit.
Adrian elevated a single eyebrow and smirked. "Still annoyed with me, Daniel?" he asked. "Perhaps I was somewhat...rude, earlier. My sincerest apologies."
When Dan just stood there, his expression growing even more annoyed, Adrian shrugged his shoulders. "I'm here to dance," he said. "It's what one normally does in a club, is it not?" One of his hands snaked out, clamping around Dan's and tugging him forward.
"And since you're the only one I know here, you can be the first."
"Your sincerest apologies are - hey!" Dan protested as Adrian dragged him with surprising strength onto the dance floor. He tried to ignore the way his heart momentarily stopped as Adrian slid against him, pressed, melted against him for a long, still moment before pulling away.
God, that fucking smirk. Dan couldn't count the number of times he'd seen it so far tonight. He'd really been looking forward to not seeing it again for a long while.
"I can be the first? I'm fucking honored. But for future reference, you're supposed to ask, asshole," he muttered in an annoyed voice as he started moving.
"I always forget those social niceties," Adrian said, his hips swaying to the music. He hadn't danced in a long while, he thought, ridiculous since he seemed to be spending half his time in the glittering gay discos that littered Manhattan. But he'd gotten to the point where he'd just stand on the sidelines and wait for his partners to come to him. Hmm, he mused, perhaps that explained why he was so very bored.
His bangs fell into his eyes as Dan twirled him, and he smiled with appreciation of this skill, one he never would have guessed Nite Owl possessed.
"I didn't ask you," he said when Dan pulled him close again, "because you would have said no."
"You're right," Dan breathed in Adrian's ear, running a hand lightly down his back before stepping away again, spinning, hips swaying easily, entirely comfortable in this setting.
He knew, from the surprise in Adrian's eyes, that he hadn't expected quiet, shy, awkward Dan Dreiberg to be able to dance like this. He shot Adrian a smug smirk of his own as he stepped close again. Tonight had been an exception; most of his time in these clubs was spent on the dance floor. It kept him flexible, trained his reflexes, made him more comfortable moving. And, of course, it was fun.
Especially now. "You look surprised, Veidt," he murmured as he spun Adrian a second time. "Bet that's new."
"It's not common," Adrian admitted dryly, easily keeping up with Dan's complicated steps. "Very few have managed it," he said as he twisted, backing into Dan's chest and shimmying his hips. "It appears I may have underestimated you, Nite Owl," he said.
"I'll have to watch you more carefully from now on."
"I think that much is obvious." One of the many irritating qualities of Ozymandias, Dan reflected as he smiled tightly, baring his teeth, was that he knew exactly what kind of reaction he was getting in every situation, and he didn't care.
It explained why he was such a raging arrogant asshole, and why Dan settled his hands easily on Adrian's invitingly slim hips.
"Maybe you will," he murmured, "Ozymandias." He hissed the name against Adrian's ear, barely brushing the shell with his teeth as his fingers tightened.
Adrian chuckled, let his head fall to the side to give Dan better access. "I think I can pretty much guarantee that," he purred. He shifted his hips, rubbing the silk - there were some things he refused to do, and wearing polyester was one - against the rougher denim of Dan's jeans.
He lifted one of his arms, reaching behind Dan and sliding his hand into the cool silk of his hair. He tugged gently and smiled.
"Perhaps," he said, "I can surprise you tonight, too."
"I already spent three hours keeping myself from punching you," Dan murmured in a sultry tone that didn't match his words. "Trying to give me another shot?"
His hand slid over the silk covering Adrian's thigh, feeling the tight muscle beneath the purple. Punching Ozymandias wasn't the only thing Nite Owl had wanted to do to him a few hours ago, but as the minutes passed, it had become the most demanding urge.
He hadn't done it, but as Adrian tugged on his hair Dan's lips parted involuntarily. It looked like he might get a shot at the other impulse after all. Who knows, it could turn out even more fun.
Adrian tipped his head back, leaning it against Dan's shoulder, and he turned his head to stare at Dan, his heavy-lidded hazel eyes intent on Dan's blue ones. They'd seen each other unmasked more than once, Adrian thought. Why hadn't he ever noticed Dan's eyes before, he wondered. The deep color, the intensity, the way they made heat snake down his spine.
He wasn't really dancing anymore, but he was moving - moving against Dan, teasing, encouraging, seducing. His lips curved upward, and he used the hand he still had in Dan's hair to tug his head closer.
"Daniel," he murmured. "Aren't you going to kiss me?"
"Adrian," Dan murmured in the same tone. He'd been debating what he wanted to do with this situation, a thought process made considerably more difficult from the way Adrian was moving against him. "I've given it some thought, but..." His lips brushed Adrian's ear as he whispered, "I don't think I can reach past your fucking. Enormous. Ego."
Even if he didn't get to find out firsthand what the great Ozymandias was like in bed, Dan felt his reaction would be worth it. Adrian had too many expectations and Daniel had no objections to taking him down a peg or two.
Adrian's eyes widened and then narrowed. "Excuse me," he began, and then started when Dan whirled him away before yanking him back in close. A flush rose on his cheeks, and it wasn't, he thought, for the reason he'd been hoping a few seconds before.
He tossed his hair out of his face and raised eyebrows over glittering hazel-green eyes. "Having some trouble, are you?" he drawled, his accent breaking through for the first time that evening. "That's such a terrible shame, Daniel. Perhaps I could could assist you."
He reached up, tunneling both his hands into Dan's thick hair and yanked him forward, hard, before setting his lips on Dan's in a deep, rough kiss that sent sparks dancing down his spine.
Dan Dreiberg damn well better be just as affected, Adrian thought.
Dan laughed, right out loud, at Adrian's indignance, and pinned him with a sharp blue gaze as he pulled him back. His brows raised slightly at the accent - he'd always thought the slight trace of German inflection on certain words was hot.
Then his eyes widened as the fingers in his hair sent a spark of heat through the pit of his stomach, but that was nothing compared to the way Adrian's lips felt as they crushed his.
He'd been considering walking away, until now. His hands slid to Adrian's hips again and he shiftd his against them, pressing sharply as he parted his lips and his tongue darted against Adrian's.
Adrian groaned as he felt Dan press against him, and he strained forward, trying to get closer, his fingers tightening further in Dan's dark hair. His teeth scraped across Dan's lower lip and he blinked open his eyes, even greener now with the heat of desire.
Perhaps he should reconsider his fantasy, he thought. Right now, he'd almost give anything for Nite Owl to push Ozymandias against a wall.
"Daniel," he murmured, and the accent was even heavier, even thicker now. He hesitated, adjusting the automatic order that came to his lips to a softer question. "Will you take me somewhere else?"
His lips still holding the smirk that had formed into the kiss at Adrian's groan, Dan made a show of considering it. "Since you asked...so nicely," he murmured, teeth sliding along Adrian's ear, and trailed his hand down Adrian's arm to his hand.
He'd seen the fight in Adrian's eyes as he'd struggled to rephrase his words in a way that wouldn't lead to a refusal. Though after kissing him like that, Dan wasn't sure he would have had the willpower to say no.
He led them to the back of the club, to an alley that was momentarily empty. Adrian pressed against him but he held up a hand, eyes scanning the building next to him. With a running start, he leapt lightly into the air and caught the end of a fire escape, pulling himself up easily and then leaning over the railing, head tilted as he looked down at Adrian's face, golden hair turned silver in the sliver of moonlight.
"Coming?"
Adrian smiled. "Of course," he said, leaping onto the fire escape, following Dan up to the top and then onto the roof.
The raced across the rooftops of the converted warehouses and factories of SoHo, moving north until the industrial landscape bled into the more residential layout of Greenwich Village, and finally Adrian turned to Dan as they leaped lightly to the ground.
"Where are we going?"
Seeing the way Adrian moved when he wasn't covered in armor had almost made Dan change his mind about going all the way home, but as Adrian joined him on the roof he'd just smiled and started running. He knew the way, he preferred running along the rooftops, even when not in costume. It gave him an exhilarating sense of freedom, and Adrian running alongside him, keeping up effortlessly, only added to it.
It didn't take long for them, traveling that way, to get to his neighborhood, and he'd touched Adrian's sleeve as he'd slid down a fire escape to the street, taking a few steps out of the alley. His townhouse, bought for him by his parents, was across the street. He wondered, as he often did, and often at inappropriate times, if they'd approve of what he'd done with the basement.
Dan laughed at Adrian's question. "Somewhere else," he answered with a cocky smirk as he fished his keys out of his jeans and unlocked the door. He rarely brought anyone back to his place, but Ozymandias wasn't just anyone and Dan didn't it would be wise for them to stay semi-private. Not with the kind of fun the two of them could potentially have.
"Your house," Adrian murmured as he stepped inside, "I'd guessed you'd lived around here, but hadn't yet figured out exactly where. Do you keep Archie..." he began, and then gasped, his eyes widening as his back hit the door and Dan's mouth slanted over his.
He looped one arm around Dan's neck and closed his eyes, giving into the kiss, groaning as he felt Dan push one leg in between his. "Daniel," he moaned as he shifted his hips, rubbing against Dan's thigh between his legs. He deepened the kiss, sinking his teeth into Dan's lower lip, then pushing his tongue into his mouth.
He hadn't expected to have this particular fantasy fulfilled so soon, he thought, but he wasn't going to argue.
"Adrian," murmured Dan against Adrian's lips as his fingers began undoing the buttons of the violet suit, "I don't want. To talk. About Archie. Any objections?"
Judging from the moan against his lips, there were none. Dan brushed his tongue along Adrian's as he slid his hands over the silk shirt beneath Adrian's suit and shifted his hips, pressing his leg sharply up, rubbing slowly. He moaned quietly at the teeth in his lip and wondered distantly if they were going to make it to the bedroom.
Adrian gasped, breaking the kiss as Dan ground his leg against his cock. "No objections," he managed, leaning his head back against the heavy wooden door,. His cheeks were flushed again, his lips parted as he tried desperately to get enough air, and his blunt fingernails dug into Dan's shoulders.
"Dan," he muttered, forcing his eyes open, staring straight into Dan's blue ones. One hand slid down from his shoulder, down his chest, all the way down to palm his cock through the heavy denim. He squeezed, and his eyes gleamed approvingly when Nite Owl groaned.
"Show me your bedroom," he said.
"So demanding, Ozymandias," Dan murmured in Adrian's ear in a low, smooth voice. "Upstairs." He trailed his hand down Adrian's chest before stepping away entirely and walking backwards toward the steep stairs. He stepped up the first one, pinning Adrian with a hot blue gaze, beckoning through nothing more than his eyes as he took a second step backward.
How long would it take, he wondered. The last time he'd done this, he'd made it halfway up the stairs, but all progress had halted at that point. If he recalled, they hadn't made it to the bedroom that time.
"It's my nature," Adrian said as he followed Dan. He opened the jacket of his suit with a flick of his wrist and let it fall to the floor as he advanced. He gripped the lapels of Dan's vest and kissed him, long and deep, his eyes drifting shut.
He sighed and broke the kiss as he felt Dan's hands bracket his hips. He smiled. "Bedroom, Daniel."
Dan looked annoyed as Adrian pulled away, but his eyes were still heated, and his hands tightened on Adrian's hips. He pulled Adrian the rest of the way up the stairs and into the bedroom, then slammed him against the door, far harder than he'd dare with anyone else.
"This is the bedroom," he said conversationally before his lips caught Adrian's in a searing kiss, hands sliding over the purple silk, fingers tangling in mussed blond hair.
Adrian moaned into Dan's kiss, his hands clutching at the corduroy of his vest as he stepped forward, backing Dan towards. "It's lovely," he murmured against Dan's lips. "I certainly admire your taste in decor."
He flattened his hands and pushed until Dan fell back against the mattress, and then kneeled on the bed between Dan's thighs, leaning down until their lips were mere breaths apart. His hands went to Dan's owl shirt and he grinned. "Wherever did you find this, Daniel?" he murmured as he unfastened the small buttons. "I can't imagine anything more perfect on you."
Well, except nothing at all, Adrian thought as bent down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Dan's chest. He was quite sure that Daniel Dreiberg was going very good in nothing at all.
Dan went over easily, willingly, running his hands slowly down Adrian's back as he shifted beneath him. "Just lucky," he said airily. "Saw it in a window." He closed his eyes, lips parted a bit as Adrian began kissing down his chest, and his fingers slipped through blond hair and tightened. "So glad you approve," he added dryly.
"Oh, I do," purred Adrian as he spread the edges of Dan's shirt and vest wide. He licked and nipped his way down Dan's chest and then lifted his head, his long fingers playing with the metal button holding Dan's jeans closed.
"But I've admired your style for quite some time, Nite Owl," he said as he flicked open the button and tugged down the zipper. "Just not...sartorically before now."
Dan couldn't help rolling his eyes and letting out a derisive snort. "I'm so hurt, Ozymandias," he said, putting a hand to his chest and fixing Adrian with burning bedroom eyes. "In what ways have you admired my style if it hasn't been for my keen, cutting-edge sense of fashion?"
He shifted his hips beneath Adrian's hands, smiling slowly as he watched him, the hand dramatically over his heart now lightly tracing up and down his sternum. "Enlighten me, great Ozymandias," he murmured darkly.
"I intend to," Adrian murmured. He reached into Dan's pants, his hand circling his cock. He squeezed, his grin widening when Dan groaned. "I have always admired the way you assess situations," he said as he stroked.
He released Dan's cock, and pushed the jeans and underwear off his hops in one smooth movement. "Then there's the way you move," he murmured, his breath washing over Dan sensitive skin before he cupped it in his hand lifting it his lips. "I love the way you move, Daniel," he said, and then sucked the head of Dan's cock into his mouth.
"Shit," Dan breathed, breath hitching just slightly, tipping his head back to rest on the bed as Adrian's tongue swirled expertly around the tip. His eyes slid shut and he arched his back.
"That's fascinating," he managed after a few moments, voice breathless but still focused, and a trifle smug. He knew that one of the things egging Adrian on was the fact that Dan wouldn't stop talking, and Dan wanted to find out what would happen if he kept pushing him.
"I've...also caught you looking at Archie when you - fuck - when you think no one's watching."
Adrian lifted his head, casting an amused look at Dan. "Indeed," he said, bending his head again, blowing hot, damp breath over Dan's cock, "there is much to admire about Archimedes."
He traced his tongue up the entire length of Dan's cock, and then licked delicately back down again. "So," he purred, "as you can see, I've always been an admirer of your style. In all things, Daniel."
He cast a wicked look at Dan through his eyelashes and sucked the head of Dan's cock into his mouth a second time, lashing the tip with his tongue. This time, he swore, Daniel Dreiberg would be losing that amusing snark of his.
Adrian sounded so fucking pretentious when he said 'Archimedes', but Dan's sharp retort was lost in a shuddering gasp as Adrian's tongue laved over his cock and his fingers tightened in the bedsheets. He didn't want to lose what had become a battle of wits, but as Adrian's fingers brushed lightly up his thigh, he could hardly string two thoughts together.
The thoughts he did manage revolved entirely around getting Adrian Veidt back. But later.
"Fuck, Adrian..." he whispered, lips parted and head tilted back, throat exposed as his back arched and hips twitched into Adrian's touch.
Adrian chuckled softly around Dan's cock and felt him jerk underneath him as he sucked him deeper, using his tongue and teeth to drive him higher, take him further.
He backed off, licking with long lazy strokes of his tongue and looked up, stilling for a moment as he stared up at Dan Dreiberg. He was fucking gorgeous, Adrian thought; he'd known he was attractive before, he mused, and earlier tonight he'd reailized that he had a combination of looks and intensity that made him incredibly sexy, but right now? Right now, with his clothes pushed out of the way, his hair mussed, his head thrown back? Adrian thought he might be the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
He winced as he felt Dan's hands slide into his hair, pull hard, desperately, and he lowered his head, sucking Dan's cock in deep. Daniel was quite right, he thought; he should focus on the task at hand.
Dan was entirely unaware of the hungry eyes drinking in every plane of his body. All he knew was that Adrian Veidt was really goddamn good at what he was doing, and his fingers went into Adrian's hair, desperate to feel the heat of Adrian's mouth close over his cock again.
Adrian's lips pulled an answering moan from him, low and desperate, and his hips twitched again, fingers loosening to grip at the sheets. He was getting close and between gasps, he managed, "Shit, Adrian, if you keep doing that..."
Adrian leaned back and sat up. "You're going to come?" he drawled, his fingertips brushing lightly against Dan's cock. "Oh, not yet, Daniel," he said as he straddled Dan's hips and leaned over him.
"I haven't gotten to have any fun yet."
Dan's eyes narrowed and if the blue gaze had been flames before, now it was acetylene. It was probably a surprise how quickly Dan Dreiberg went from quivering, arching desperation to coiled strength, speed, power, but he grabbed Adrian's hips and heaved, flipping them both over and pinning Adrian's arms above his head, stretched tight.
He tipped his head slowly, the fire cutting through Adrian's arrogant condescension as if it weren't even there. "You mean you weren't enjoying that?" he asked in a concerned, regretful voice, knees pressing hard into Adrian's hips, keeping him still. "Then what exactly did you have in mind, Ozymandias?"
Adrian tried wriggling, testing Dan's hold, and his eyes gleamed with satisfaction when he couldn't move. "I want you touch me, Daniel," he said. "I want you to strip my clothes off the way I did yours. I want you to fuck me."
I want you to take the control away from me, he thought, but never, ever said those words out loud.
Adrian drew a deep breath and smirked up at Dan, trying to repress the shiver that those impossibly hot, impossibly blue eyes were sending down his spine. "Is that clear enough, Nite Owl?"
A slow smile spread across Dan's lips as Adrian tried to get free and failed. He'd seen him move, he knew how strong Ozymandias was, he'd caught the gleam in his eyes, and he knew that Adrian was submitting to him only because he wanted to. "Interesting," he said conversationally, hands still locked around Adrian's wrists. "But it occurs to me that as this is my house, we'll be playing by my rules."
He lowered himself to whisper into Adrian's ear, his breath hot against Adrian's neck. "Now, let me tell you...what I want," he purred in the same tone Adrian had been using earlier. "I want to let you up. Then I want to watch you strip. And then what I want...is for you to get on your back and close your eyes." Dan pinned Adrian with his eyes and held them for a long moment. "And what I don't want...is you talking. Without. Permission."
He tilted his head. "Is that understood? Ozymandias?" He nodded a bit to grant Adrian leave to answer aloud.
Adrian's eyes widened, and his lips parted. No one had ever dared this, he thought; no one had ever issued orders to him before, and it was was on the tip of his tongue to refuse, to tell Dan to go straight to hell.
Then he heard himself whisper: "Yes, Nite Owl," and felt the weight lift off him as Dan shifted, rolling to lay on his back, folding his arms behind his head.
Adrian's legs wanted to shake when he stood. His fingers wanted to tremble when he unfastened his buttons. He did neither. His stance was sure as he stood in front of Dan's bed, one hip cocked. His fingers unfastened each of his buttons slowly, teasingly, before letting first the lavender and black silk shirt flutter to the ground, and the violet silk of his pants fall to the floor. And when he walked back to the bed, there was no hesitancy in his steps, just the same confidence - arrogance, perhaps - that was always there.
He gracefully laid back down on the bed, and after meeting Dan's eyes for one challenging moment, he let his drift shut.
As Dan heard his voice speaking, in a tone he'd never heard himself use before, he realized this wouldn't work. Christ, this was Ozy-fucking-mandias; if he wanted to, Adrian Veidt could kick his ass hard enough that the bruises would have appeared last Tuesday, but his voice was soft, submissive as he replied with the words Dan hadn't been certain he'd hear.
Dan released him, as promised, and watched with burning eyes as Adrian's clothes slipped to the flour with delicious swishes that only very expensive material could provide. As Adrian moved back for the bed, still holding the confidence he'd always held, Dan rolled onto his side, propping his head up, saying nothing. He just watched Adrian with a cool, steady gaze until the hazel eyes slid shut.
Fuck, he was beautiful. Dan let his eyes move slowly over Adrian's skin, not realizing that Adrian had done the same to him earlier. Beside him, Dan often felt gawky and awkward, which probably explained why Adrian had never imagined him like this. Reaching out a hand, Dan ran a finger lightly down Adrian's throat, smiling as he tipped it back, and he took the invitation to press his lips against Adrian's vein, fingers trailing over Adrian's shoulder, brushing lightly against a nipple.
Adrian couldn't repress a shiver as Dan's fingers traced across his skin with the lightest of touches. It what was he wanted - Dan Dreiberg's hands on him - and yet it wasn't enough. He needed more, he needed it rougher, he wanted it now, and he opened his mouth to demand it.
Then he remembered the game he'd consented to play, and his mouth shut on a whimper, his hips arching as Dan's fingers trailed lower.
He could swear he heard a voice calling "Please" but then he realized it was his, and only in his mind.
"You look as though you want to say something," Dan murmured as he kept up the slow, light touches, perfectly aware from the way Adrian's muscles flexed beneath his fingers that it wasn't enough, wasn't nearly enough.
He leaned over to whisper in Adrian's ear, as his fingers ghosted over the inside of Adrian's thigh, "Do you want to say something, Ozymandias?" His teeth closed over Adrian's ear as his fingers kept hovering, just beyond where he knew Adrian wanted them more than anything. "Speak."
Adrian blinked open his eyes. He was already desperate, he thought, he already wanted more than he had in his life, and his eyes were dazed with it. His lips parted and his tongue darted out to wet them before he spoke.
"Please," he whispered. "Dan, I need more than this, please." He writhed under Dan's hands as he got closer, closer - but not close enough. His breath sobbed out and he squeezed his eyes shut.
"Please."
A line of white fire laid itself along Dan's spine at the sobbing desperation in Adrian Veidt's normally smooth, cool, confident, arrogant, fucking condescending voice. He'd done that, he'd reduced Adrian to begging near-incoherence, and it had felt so natural.
He wanted to do it again.
His fingers ran down the length of Adrian's cock before curling around it carefully, squeezing gently, and Adrian's sharp moan brought a smile to his face.
"You know, Adrian," he said conversationally as his fingers worked Adrian just this side of too slowly, "a few hours ago, back when I was suppressing the urge to punch you in the face, it crossed my mind that maybe all you needed," he squeezed harder, leaning down to bite without warning the muscle between Adrian's neck and shoulder, then ran his tongue over the mark and continued, "was someone to take control away from you...I didn't think I'd be right. But that is what you want, isn't it, Adrian?"
Adrian whimpered, lifting his hips to try to get closer, somehow get more sensation, bring himself nearer to release. It didn't do any good; he'd known it wouldn't.
He cried out, a wordless cry, as he felt Dan's teeth sink into his skin, as he felt his hand tighten on his cock, and his hips bucked up. He drew in a ragged breath as he opened eyes dazed and dark with want.
He wanted to say no, he thought as he arched. He wanted to maintain even just that small semblance of pride, but he...he couldn't, he realized. It was too late for that. He licked his lips.
"Yes," he whispered. "That's exactly what I want."
"I thought so," Dan whispered as he bent down and pressed his lips to Adrian's in a searing white flash of a kiss, his hand moving faster now. The fingers of his other hand tangled in Adrian's hair again and pulled hard as he bit at Adrian's lower lip.
Ozymandias. Cool, confident, always sure of himself. Rich. Famous. Gorgeous. Seeing, hearing him like this was unlike anything Dan had imagined, and now he couldn't think of anything but the man arching and gasping against his lips.
Adrian canted his hips up, pressing his cock deeper into Dan's hand, and he hesitantly raised his hands - as if he was expecting to be rebuffed, as if this, too, might be forbidden - and clutched at Dan's shoulders, his nails digging into the skin, clawing across it as he got closer...closer...closer.
Adrian Veidt felt white sparks crack against his eyelids, and his voice broke on a sob as he began to shudder, spilling into Dan's hand with a hoarse cry.
Pinpricks of pain spread across Dan's shoulders as Adrian's fingernails drew lines across his skin, but he didn't care. The sounds Adrian was making were sending waves of heat down his spine and his fingers kept moving steadily, pushing Adrian Veidt over the edge with a speed that seemed to have surprised both of them.
Fuck, he was close himself, and closer after the way Adrian shook, the wordless cry as he came, and he kissed and bit along Adrian's neck as his hand slowed.
Adrian blinked open his eyes, still dazed, still dark as he started to come back to himself. What the hell had Dan Dreiberg done to him, he wondered. Why the hell had he let him do it?
Why did he want to do it all over again?
"Daniel," he muttered as he felt the other man run his teeth along a straining tendon in his throat, forgetting for a split second that that was against the rules, that he still wasn't supposed speak yet.
But Dan hadn't forgotten, he realized as Nite Owl lifted his head, as he burned Adrian with a stare that was hotter than wildfires burning through a forest. Adrian swallowed. His breath hitched as anticipation sent shivering thrills along his skin.
He didn't know what Dan was going to do. He didn't want to know. But God, he thought, he was dying for him to do it.
He hadn't even intended to look at him like that, had almost forgotten the "no talking" rule that he himself had imposed, but as he heard Adrian's voice his head lifted almost of its own accord, and the look that Adrian gave him as he pinned him with a commanding stare, the fear, the anticipation...
"I know you aren't going to forget again. Get on your knees," he said in a low, dangerous voice that again, he hardly recognized as his own. As he reached for the bottle in the drawer and warmed the gel between his fingers, he wondered why, as he'd never done this before, it felt so natural, so right.
Adrian's back was perfectly sculpted and Dan couldn't resist running his fingers lightly over it, slowly tracing his spine from the base of Adrian's neck and all the way down before pressing slicked fingers against his opening.
Adrian shuddered as he rolled, pressing his forehead against his folded arms. He bit his lip, trembling as Dan's fingers traced a line all the way down his back, leaving white-hot flames in his wake.
Then Dan pressed his fingers into him, and Adrian gasped with the sensation, automatically sinking his teeth into his lip to hold back the automatic cry that surfaced. He tasted blood in his mouth, sharp and coppery as Dan pushed his fingers hard into his ass, stroking, stretching, thrusting ever deeper inside.
Driving him insane, Adrian thought as he pushed his hips back, grinding them against Dan's hand.
Dan laughed very softly as he heard the sharp intake of breath, then the pause where Adrian wasn't breathing at all. He crooked his fingers, twisting them, hitting Adrian almost perfectly, teasing him, but even he couldn't endure that for long.
Shifting, he slipped his fingers into Adrian's hair and tightened them sharply as he began to press inside him, not too quickly, but not slowly either. He couldn't suppress a groan as he entered him entirely, fingers digging into his hip.
"Fuck, Adrian," he whispered as he started to move, slowly at first, too slowly, still unable to resist the temptation to tease Adrian, to make him whimper, moan, to make him beg.
Adrian pressed his hips up as Dan thrust into him, nearly blind with want. It wasn't fast enough, he thought; it brought him right to the edge but wasn't enough to push him over, and he shook with the need.
He whimpered, his voice a broken moment that did everything Dan wanted it to: it pleaded, it cajoled, it begged, all without saying a word. Adrian turned his head to the side, fighting against the fingers holding him still, looking back at Dan as the other man moved inside him with hard, heavy thrusts. His eyes were dilated, almost completely black with only a thin, shimmering rim of hazel, and his lips were slick, swollen, his breath panting through them as he stared into Dan's eyes, wordlessly imploring, urging, beseeching.
His hips already bucking, Dan met Adrian's eyes, his lips parted and breath coming fast. He read in Adrian's eyes everything, everything, but it wasn't enough. He felt almost lightheaded with the power he held and his eyes narrowed a bit. Fingers tightened in blond hair.
"Say it," he said in a low, smooth, silky voice. "I know you want to, and I want to hear you." Surrender, burned his eyes, succumb, succumb to me.
Adrian whimpered, drawing in a desperate breath. "Please," he finally said, his voice breaking on the word, his accent heavier than Dan had ever heard, "please, Dan, let me, please..." and then his voice shattered, and he had no more words as he clamped around Dan's cock, everything breaking apart around him.
Adrian Veidt, begging, begging him, was too much for Dan to manage and with a cry, tipping his head back, he lost control and his hips bucked hard into Adrian's, hand leaving a bruise on his hip as his fingers tightened hard against his skin.
He couldn't think, there was nothing but the sensation of Adrian beneath him and the echo of his words, the oddly accented words: please, Dan, please...
Adrian's knees buckled, and he collapsed flat onto the mattress, Dan's heavy weight over him as his breath panted through his lips, his eyes squeezed shut as his heartbeat gradually slowed, as his control slowly returned. Fuck, he thought, his eyes opening wide. Who would have ever guessed it would have been like that? Who would have ever guessed that Dan Dreiberg could have made him do that? Adrian turned his head, staring at Dan through narrowed hazel-green eyes, an assessing expression creeping into his eyes, replacing the blind lust.
Nite Owl was just full of surprises, wasn't he?
Dan's hands were flat on the bed, on either side of Adrian, his head tipped forward, eyes closed as he breathed hard, trying to get his heart to slow down. After a few moments he tipped his head back and opened his eyes slowly, just in time to catch the light changing in Adrian's eyes.
Raising his brows slightly, he pulled back and shifted to lie on his back, propped on his elbows, watching Adrian with a banked heat in his eyes. He'd never done anything like that before - most of the time, he was a slow, careful, considerate lover - but something about Adrian had made him want to make him beg. And he'd tried, and Adrian had.
The look in his eyes made it plain he wanted to do it again.
Author: muzivitch & glasspyramids
Series: Watchmen
Pairing: Nite Owl II/Ozymandias
Rating: NC17. Very much so.
Length: 7093 words and no plot. Yeah, I know.
Notes: Movieverse, pre-series. No spoilers except for Ozymandias being an arrogant ass.
The Sanctuary was beginning to bore him, Adrian realized.
Even a few weeks ago, he would have refuted that claim, said that the endless beat of the bass, the glitter and gleam, the dark sensuality that filled the former church every night of the week was nowhere near getting old.
Adrian smiled at the boy - and he was definitely a boy, as fair as he was but slimmer, more golden and less pale - and stroked a hand over his shoulder in a brief caress. "Not tonight," he murmured, just loud enough to be heard over the roar of the music but quiet enough to still be intimate. "Perhaps another time."
He turned away from his partner's disappointment and stepped back out into the heat of the night and stood at the curb as his car rolled to a stop beside him.
"Where to, Mr. Veidt?" his driver asked, and Adrian turned his head to stare out the window. He still wanted something, he thought, but he didn't want it at the glittering hotbeds of the rich, the famous, and those who simply wanted to be...he want it somewhere else, and he wasn't sure where he'd find it.
Still, he thought, it was New York; every neighborhood had it's scene, and he'd been hearing interesting things about one in particular. Seedier, grittier than the uptown gleam he was used to, but no less....sensual, he decided.
He turned and smiled at his driver. "Take me to SoHo," he said.
Maybe what he was looking for could be found there.
Stakeouts were no less tiring for costumed heroes, Dan reflected as he walked through the doors of Harlequin, smiling as the music and lights washed over his face. Harlequin was nothing special, but Dan found it amusing because at least half the people there were wearing masks, all the time, including masks modeled on, well, the masks. His fellow heroes. Nite Owl was a celebrity in Harlequin, and Dan Dreiberg found anonymity in plain sight.
The comparison always made him laugh, every time he walked through the door, and the deep chuckle gained him more than a few admiring looks. As he slipped through the crowds, he wondered if any other masks had ever been here, and if they were thinking the same thing when they walked in and saw cardboard versions of themselves. Plenty of people were willing to take on his secret identity here.
It didn't take Dan long to find someone whose eye had been caught by the tight denim, chocolate-brown corduroy vest, and (because there were some temptations Dan just couldn't resist) silk short-sleeved shirt patterned with owls. They locked eyes - Dan had left his glasses at home for the night, donning the contact lenses he preferred when he went out - and the slight blond man swayed his hips as he walked off the dance floor and put his hands on Dan's waist.
This was just what he needed to forget about the three hours he'd just spent waiting for a planned bank robbery to start, in Archie, with goddamn Ozymandias.
Well, Adrian thought as he stepped inside the SoHo club, this was certainly an interesting experience. He lifted an eyebrow as someone clad in - well, he supposed it was supposed to be an Ozymandias costume - pushed someone in a Nite Owl mask up against the wall and kissed him.
He had to admit he'd never quite expected to have that particular fantasy acted out in front of his eyes, Adrian thought, his lips kicking up in the corners as he took a sip of his drink, his eyes casting over the crowd. Still, he thought, despite the...novelty, he decided, of being surrounded by cardboard versions of himself and his allies, this still wasn't what he was looking for.
He set his now-empty glass down with a clink and sighed. Perhaps he should just go back to Chelsea, he thought. Perhaps, he simply wasn't going to be satisfied with anything tonight. Perhaps...
Adrian's eyes were caught by a pair of figures in the corner - a blond, slight, with enthusiastic hands and a mobile mouth, and his partner: a taaller, darker, broader man with an unruly shock of short brown hair, dressed in dark denim and chocolate colored corduroy. There was something familiar about his face, Adrian thought, something he recognized, but he couldn't quite place.
Then the man turned, pinned Adrian with a pair of intense eyes, and Adrian forgot everything about familiarity and stepped forward.
Perhaps, he thought, he'd found what he was looking for after all.
Dan had been mostly distracted by the eager man who had pushed him against the wall, but a flash of golden hair caught his eye and he glanced over automatically. His eyes were still dark and burning when they met Adrian Veidt's and without meaning to, he gave him a smouldering look before blinking, eyes clearing and cheeks darkening.
Adrian Veidt was in SoHo?
Adrian stepped forward and Dan's hands paused on his anonymous partner's waist. "I have to go," he whispered in his ear and slipped away easily, moving through the crowds with a practiced air. The lights slid over the tight denim and gleamed on his arms as he stopped in front of his reluctant ally. "Adrian," he greeted him coolly, folding his arms. "I didn't expect to see you here. Didn't know this was your type of scene."
He glanced aside as the same pair of cardboard heroes slipped past them toward the entrance, then looked back, his blush darkening but chin high and defiant.
Recognition flashed in Adrian's eyes, and his lips curved into a slight smile. "Dan," he said with an incline of his head. "It's not my usual milieu," he said after a moment. "I'm somewhat surprised to you here as well," he added. "I never thought of dancing of your thing."
Then again, he thought, his eyes darkening slightly, Daniel Dreiberg hadn't actually been dancing, had he?
Dan tipped his head a bit and glanced at the dance floor. "That's no surprise. I figured you never thought of me much at all," he countered with a shrug. The idea that Adrian Veidt didn't think about him wasn't exactly keeping him up nights.
"What are you doing here?" he added with a trace of annoyance. He didn't really have any desire to spend more time with Ozymandias, or with Adrian Veidt, even if he did look very good in his sleek violet suit.
Adrian elevated a single eyebrow and smirked. "Still annoyed with me, Daniel?" he asked. "Perhaps I was somewhat...rude, earlier. My sincerest apologies."
When Dan just stood there, his expression growing even more annoyed, Adrian shrugged his shoulders. "I'm here to dance," he said. "It's what one normally does in a club, is it not?" One of his hands snaked out, clamping around Dan's and tugging him forward.
"And since you're the only one I know here, you can be the first."
"Your sincerest apologies are - hey!" Dan protested as Adrian dragged him with surprising strength onto the dance floor. He tried to ignore the way his heart momentarily stopped as Adrian slid against him, pressed, melted against him for a long, still moment before pulling away.
God, that fucking smirk. Dan couldn't count the number of times he'd seen it so far tonight. He'd really been looking forward to not seeing it again for a long while.
"I can be the first? I'm fucking honored. But for future reference, you're supposed to ask, asshole," he muttered in an annoyed voice as he started moving.
"I always forget those social niceties," Adrian said, his hips swaying to the music. He hadn't danced in a long while, he thought, ridiculous since he seemed to be spending half his time in the glittering gay discos that littered Manhattan. But he'd gotten to the point where he'd just stand on the sidelines and wait for his partners to come to him. Hmm, he mused, perhaps that explained why he was so very bored.
His bangs fell into his eyes as Dan twirled him, and he smiled with appreciation of this skill, one he never would have guessed Nite Owl possessed.
"I didn't ask you," he said when Dan pulled him close again, "because you would have said no."
"You're right," Dan breathed in Adrian's ear, running a hand lightly down his back before stepping away again, spinning, hips swaying easily, entirely comfortable in this setting.
He knew, from the surprise in Adrian's eyes, that he hadn't expected quiet, shy, awkward Dan Dreiberg to be able to dance like this. He shot Adrian a smug smirk of his own as he stepped close again. Tonight had been an exception; most of his time in these clubs was spent on the dance floor. It kept him flexible, trained his reflexes, made him more comfortable moving. And, of course, it was fun.
Especially now. "You look surprised, Veidt," he murmured as he spun Adrian a second time. "Bet that's new."
"It's not common," Adrian admitted dryly, easily keeping up with Dan's complicated steps. "Very few have managed it," he said as he twisted, backing into Dan's chest and shimmying his hips. "It appears I may have underestimated you, Nite Owl," he said.
"I'll have to watch you more carefully from now on."
"I think that much is obvious." One of the many irritating qualities of Ozymandias, Dan reflected as he smiled tightly, baring his teeth, was that he knew exactly what kind of reaction he was getting in every situation, and he didn't care.
It explained why he was such a raging arrogant asshole, and why Dan settled his hands easily on Adrian's invitingly slim hips.
"Maybe you will," he murmured, "Ozymandias." He hissed the name against Adrian's ear, barely brushing the shell with his teeth as his fingers tightened.
Adrian chuckled, let his head fall to the side to give Dan better access. "I think I can pretty much guarantee that," he purred. He shifted his hips, rubbing the silk - there were some things he refused to do, and wearing polyester was one - against the rougher denim of Dan's jeans.
He lifted one of his arms, reaching behind Dan and sliding his hand into the cool silk of his hair. He tugged gently and smiled.
"Perhaps," he said, "I can surprise you tonight, too."
"I already spent three hours keeping myself from punching you," Dan murmured in a sultry tone that didn't match his words. "Trying to give me another shot?"
His hand slid over the silk covering Adrian's thigh, feeling the tight muscle beneath the purple. Punching Ozymandias wasn't the only thing Nite Owl had wanted to do to him a few hours ago, but as the minutes passed, it had become the most demanding urge.
He hadn't done it, but as Adrian tugged on his hair Dan's lips parted involuntarily. It looked like he might get a shot at the other impulse after all. Who knows, it could turn out even more fun.
Adrian tipped his head back, leaning it against Dan's shoulder, and he turned his head to stare at Dan, his heavy-lidded hazel eyes intent on Dan's blue ones. They'd seen each other unmasked more than once, Adrian thought. Why hadn't he ever noticed Dan's eyes before, he wondered. The deep color, the intensity, the way they made heat snake down his spine.
He wasn't really dancing anymore, but he was moving - moving against Dan, teasing, encouraging, seducing. His lips curved upward, and he used the hand he still had in Dan's hair to tug his head closer.
"Daniel," he murmured. "Aren't you going to kiss me?"
"Adrian," Dan murmured in the same tone. He'd been debating what he wanted to do with this situation, a thought process made considerably more difficult from the way Adrian was moving against him. "I've given it some thought, but..." His lips brushed Adrian's ear as he whispered, "I don't think I can reach past your fucking. Enormous. Ego."
Even if he didn't get to find out firsthand what the great Ozymandias was like in bed, Dan felt his reaction would be worth it. Adrian had too many expectations and Daniel had no objections to taking him down a peg or two.
Adrian's eyes widened and then narrowed. "Excuse me," he began, and then started when Dan whirled him away before yanking him back in close. A flush rose on his cheeks, and it wasn't, he thought, for the reason he'd been hoping a few seconds before.
He tossed his hair out of his face and raised eyebrows over glittering hazel-green eyes. "Having some trouble, are you?" he drawled, his accent breaking through for the first time that evening. "That's such a terrible shame, Daniel. Perhaps I could could assist you."
He reached up, tunneling both his hands into Dan's thick hair and yanked him forward, hard, before setting his lips on Dan's in a deep, rough kiss that sent sparks dancing down his spine.
Dan Dreiberg damn well better be just as affected, Adrian thought.
Dan laughed, right out loud, at Adrian's indignance, and pinned him with a sharp blue gaze as he pulled him back. His brows raised slightly at the accent - he'd always thought the slight trace of German inflection on certain words was hot.
Then his eyes widened as the fingers in his hair sent a spark of heat through the pit of his stomach, but that was nothing compared to the way Adrian's lips felt as they crushed his.
He'd been considering walking away, until now. His hands slid to Adrian's hips again and he shiftd his against them, pressing sharply as he parted his lips and his tongue darted against Adrian's.
Adrian groaned as he felt Dan press against him, and he strained forward, trying to get closer, his fingers tightening further in Dan's dark hair. His teeth scraped across Dan's lower lip and he blinked open his eyes, even greener now with the heat of desire.
Perhaps he should reconsider his fantasy, he thought. Right now, he'd almost give anything for Nite Owl to push Ozymandias against a wall.
"Daniel," he murmured, and the accent was even heavier, even thicker now. He hesitated, adjusting the automatic order that came to his lips to a softer question. "Will you take me somewhere else?"
His lips still holding the smirk that had formed into the kiss at Adrian's groan, Dan made a show of considering it. "Since you asked...so nicely," he murmured, teeth sliding along Adrian's ear, and trailed his hand down Adrian's arm to his hand.
He'd seen the fight in Adrian's eyes as he'd struggled to rephrase his words in a way that wouldn't lead to a refusal. Though after kissing him like that, Dan wasn't sure he would have had the willpower to say no.
He led them to the back of the club, to an alley that was momentarily empty. Adrian pressed against him but he held up a hand, eyes scanning the building next to him. With a running start, he leapt lightly into the air and caught the end of a fire escape, pulling himself up easily and then leaning over the railing, head tilted as he looked down at Adrian's face, golden hair turned silver in the sliver of moonlight.
"Coming?"
Adrian smiled. "Of course," he said, leaping onto the fire escape, following Dan up to the top and then onto the roof.
The raced across the rooftops of the converted warehouses and factories of SoHo, moving north until the industrial landscape bled into the more residential layout of Greenwich Village, and finally Adrian turned to Dan as they leaped lightly to the ground.
"Where are we going?"
Seeing the way Adrian moved when he wasn't covered in armor had almost made Dan change his mind about going all the way home, but as Adrian joined him on the roof he'd just smiled and started running. He knew the way, he preferred running along the rooftops, even when not in costume. It gave him an exhilarating sense of freedom, and Adrian running alongside him, keeping up effortlessly, only added to it.
It didn't take long for them, traveling that way, to get to his neighborhood, and he'd touched Adrian's sleeve as he'd slid down a fire escape to the street, taking a few steps out of the alley. His townhouse, bought for him by his parents, was across the street. He wondered, as he often did, and often at inappropriate times, if they'd approve of what he'd done with the basement.
Dan laughed at Adrian's question. "Somewhere else," he answered with a cocky smirk as he fished his keys out of his jeans and unlocked the door. He rarely brought anyone back to his place, but Ozymandias wasn't just anyone and Dan didn't it would be wise for them to stay semi-private. Not with the kind of fun the two of them could potentially have.
"Your house," Adrian murmured as he stepped inside, "I'd guessed you'd lived around here, but hadn't yet figured out exactly where. Do you keep Archie..." he began, and then gasped, his eyes widening as his back hit the door and Dan's mouth slanted over his.
He looped one arm around Dan's neck and closed his eyes, giving into the kiss, groaning as he felt Dan push one leg in between his. "Daniel," he moaned as he shifted his hips, rubbing against Dan's thigh between his legs. He deepened the kiss, sinking his teeth into Dan's lower lip, then pushing his tongue into his mouth.
He hadn't expected to have this particular fantasy fulfilled so soon, he thought, but he wasn't going to argue.
"Adrian," murmured Dan against Adrian's lips as his fingers began undoing the buttons of the violet suit, "I don't want. To talk. About Archie. Any objections?"
Judging from the moan against his lips, there were none. Dan brushed his tongue along Adrian's as he slid his hands over the silk shirt beneath Adrian's suit and shifted his hips, pressing his leg sharply up, rubbing slowly. He moaned quietly at the teeth in his lip and wondered distantly if they were going to make it to the bedroom.
Adrian gasped, breaking the kiss as Dan ground his leg against his cock. "No objections," he managed, leaning his head back against the heavy wooden door,. His cheeks were flushed again, his lips parted as he tried desperately to get enough air, and his blunt fingernails dug into Dan's shoulders.
"Dan," he muttered, forcing his eyes open, staring straight into Dan's blue ones. One hand slid down from his shoulder, down his chest, all the way down to palm his cock through the heavy denim. He squeezed, and his eyes gleamed approvingly when Nite Owl groaned.
"Show me your bedroom," he said.
"So demanding, Ozymandias," Dan murmured in Adrian's ear in a low, smooth voice. "Upstairs." He trailed his hand down Adrian's chest before stepping away entirely and walking backwards toward the steep stairs. He stepped up the first one, pinning Adrian with a hot blue gaze, beckoning through nothing more than his eyes as he took a second step backward.
How long would it take, he wondered. The last time he'd done this, he'd made it halfway up the stairs, but all progress had halted at that point. If he recalled, they hadn't made it to the bedroom that time.
"It's my nature," Adrian said as he followed Dan. He opened the jacket of his suit with a flick of his wrist and let it fall to the floor as he advanced. He gripped the lapels of Dan's vest and kissed him, long and deep, his eyes drifting shut.
He sighed and broke the kiss as he felt Dan's hands bracket his hips. He smiled. "Bedroom, Daniel."
Dan looked annoyed as Adrian pulled away, but his eyes were still heated, and his hands tightened on Adrian's hips. He pulled Adrian the rest of the way up the stairs and into the bedroom, then slammed him against the door, far harder than he'd dare with anyone else.
"This is the bedroom," he said conversationally before his lips caught Adrian's in a searing kiss, hands sliding over the purple silk, fingers tangling in mussed blond hair.
Adrian moaned into Dan's kiss, his hands clutching at the corduroy of his vest as he stepped forward, backing Dan towards. "It's lovely," he murmured against Dan's lips. "I certainly admire your taste in decor."
He flattened his hands and pushed until Dan fell back against the mattress, and then kneeled on the bed between Dan's thighs, leaning down until their lips were mere breaths apart. His hands went to Dan's owl shirt and he grinned. "Wherever did you find this, Daniel?" he murmured as he unfastened the small buttons. "I can't imagine anything more perfect on you."
Well, except nothing at all, Adrian thought as bent down and pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Dan's chest. He was quite sure that Daniel Dreiberg was going very good in nothing at all.
Dan went over easily, willingly, running his hands slowly down Adrian's back as he shifted beneath him. "Just lucky," he said airily. "Saw it in a window." He closed his eyes, lips parted a bit as Adrian began kissing down his chest, and his fingers slipped through blond hair and tightened. "So glad you approve," he added dryly.
"Oh, I do," purred Adrian as he spread the edges of Dan's shirt and vest wide. He licked and nipped his way down Dan's chest and then lifted his head, his long fingers playing with the metal button holding Dan's jeans closed.
"But I've admired your style for quite some time, Nite Owl," he said as he flicked open the button and tugged down the zipper. "Just not...sartorically before now."
Dan couldn't help rolling his eyes and letting out a derisive snort. "I'm so hurt, Ozymandias," he said, putting a hand to his chest and fixing Adrian with burning bedroom eyes. "In what ways have you admired my style if it hasn't been for my keen, cutting-edge sense of fashion?"
He shifted his hips beneath Adrian's hands, smiling slowly as he watched him, the hand dramatically over his heart now lightly tracing up and down his sternum. "Enlighten me, great Ozymandias," he murmured darkly.
"I intend to," Adrian murmured. He reached into Dan's pants, his hand circling his cock. He squeezed, his grin widening when Dan groaned. "I have always admired the way you assess situations," he said as he stroked.
He released Dan's cock, and pushed the jeans and underwear off his hops in one smooth movement. "Then there's the way you move," he murmured, his breath washing over Dan sensitive skin before he cupped it in his hand lifting it his lips. "I love the way you move, Daniel," he said, and then sucked the head of Dan's cock into his mouth.
"Shit," Dan breathed, breath hitching just slightly, tipping his head back to rest on the bed as Adrian's tongue swirled expertly around the tip. His eyes slid shut and he arched his back.
"That's fascinating," he managed after a few moments, voice breathless but still focused, and a trifle smug. He knew that one of the things egging Adrian on was the fact that Dan wouldn't stop talking, and Dan wanted to find out what would happen if he kept pushing him.
"I've...also caught you looking at Archie when you - fuck - when you think no one's watching."
Adrian lifted his head, casting an amused look at Dan. "Indeed," he said, bending his head again, blowing hot, damp breath over Dan's cock, "there is much to admire about Archimedes."
He traced his tongue up the entire length of Dan's cock, and then licked delicately back down again. "So," he purred, "as you can see, I've always been an admirer of your style. In all things, Daniel."
He cast a wicked look at Dan through his eyelashes and sucked the head of Dan's cock into his mouth a second time, lashing the tip with his tongue. This time, he swore, Daniel Dreiberg would be losing that amusing snark of his.
Adrian sounded so fucking pretentious when he said 'Archimedes', but Dan's sharp retort was lost in a shuddering gasp as Adrian's tongue laved over his cock and his fingers tightened in the bedsheets. He didn't want to lose what had become a battle of wits, but as Adrian's fingers brushed lightly up his thigh, he could hardly string two thoughts together.
The thoughts he did manage revolved entirely around getting Adrian Veidt back. But later.
"Fuck, Adrian..." he whispered, lips parted and head tilted back, throat exposed as his back arched and hips twitched into Adrian's touch.
Adrian chuckled softly around Dan's cock and felt him jerk underneath him as he sucked him deeper, using his tongue and teeth to drive him higher, take him further.
He backed off, licking with long lazy strokes of his tongue and looked up, stilling for a moment as he stared up at Dan Dreiberg. He was fucking gorgeous, Adrian thought; he'd known he was attractive before, he mused, and earlier tonight he'd reailized that he had a combination of looks and intensity that made him incredibly sexy, but right now? Right now, with his clothes pushed out of the way, his hair mussed, his head thrown back? Adrian thought he might be the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.
He winced as he felt Dan's hands slide into his hair, pull hard, desperately, and he lowered his head, sucking Dan's cock in deep. Daniel was quite right, he thought; he should focus on the task at hand.
Dan was entirely unaware of the hungry eyes drinking in every plane of his body. All he knew was that Adrian Veidt was really goddamn good at what he was doing, and his fingers went into Adrian's hair, desperate to feel the heat of Adrian's mouth close over his cock again.
Adrian's lips pulled an answering moan from him, low and desperate, and his hips twitched again, fingers loosening to grip at the sheets. He was getting close and between gasps, he managed, "Shit, Adrian, if you keep doing that..."
Adrian leaned back and sat up. "You're going to come?" he drawled, his fingertips brushing lightly against Dan's cock. "Oh, not yet, Daniel," he said as he straddled Dan's hips and leaned over him.
"I haven't gotten to have any fun yet."
Dan's eyes narrowed and if the blue gaze had been flames before, now it was acetylene. It was probably a surprise how quickly Dan Dreiberg went from quivering, arching desperation to coiled strength, speed, power, but he grabbed Adrian's hips and heaved, flipping them both over and pinning Adrian's arms above his head, stretched tight.
He tipped his head slowly, the fire cutting through Adrian's arrogant condescension as if it weren't even there. "You mean you weren't enjoying that?" he asked in a concerned, regretful voice, knees pressing hard into Adrian's hips, keeping him still. "Then what exactly did you have in mind, Ozymandias?"
Adrian tried wriggling, testing Dan's hold, and his eyes gleamed with satisfaction when he couldn't move. "I want you touch me, Daniel," he said. "I want you to strip my clothes off the way I did yours. I want you to fuck me."
I want you to take the control away from me, he thought, but never, ever said those words out loud.
Adrian drew a deep breath and smirked up at Dan, trying to repress the shiver that those impossibly hot, impossibly blue eyes were sending down his spine. "Is that clear enough, Nite Owl?"
A slow smile spread across Dan's lips as Adrian tried to get free and failed. He'd seen him move, he knew how strong Ozymandias was, he'd caught the gleam in his eyes, and he knew that Adrian was submitting to him only because he wanted to. "Interesting," he said conversationally, hands still locked around Adrian's wrists. "But it occurs to me that as this is my house, we'll be playing by my rules."
He lowered himself to whisper into Adrian's ear, his breath hot against Adrian's neck. "Now, let me tell you...what I want," he purred in the same tone Adrian had been using earlier. "I want to let you up. Then I want to watch you strip. And then what I want...is for you to get on your back and close your eyes." Dan pinned Adrian with his eyes and held them for a long moment. "And what I don't want...is you talking. Without. Permission."
He tilted his head. "Is that understood? Ozymandias?" He nodded a bit to grant Adrian leave to answer aloud.
Adrian's eyes widened, and his lips parted. No one had ever dared this, he thought; no one had ever issued orders to him before, and it was was on the tip of his tongue to refuse, to tell Dan to go straight to hell.
Then he heard himself whisper: "Yes, Nite Owl," and felt the weight lift off him as Dan shifted, rolling to lay on his back, folding his arms behind his head.
Adrian's legs wanted to shake when he stood. His fingers wanted to tremble when he unfastened his buttons. He did neither. His stance was sure as he stood in front of Dan's bed, one hip cocked. His fingers unfastened each of his buttons slowly, teasingly, before letting first the lavender and black silk shirt flutter to the ground, and the violet silk of his pants fall to the floor. And when he walked back to the bed, there was no hesitancy in his steps, just the same confidence - arrogance, perhaps - that was always there.
He gracefully laid back down on the bed, and after meeting Dan's eyes for one challenging moment, he let his drift shut.
As Dan heard his voice speaking, in a tone he'd never heard himself use before, he realized this wouldn't work. Christ, this was Ozy-fucking-mandias; if he wanted to, Adrian Veidt could kick his ass hard enough that the bruises would have appeared last Tuesday, but his voice was soft, submissive as he replied with the words Dan hadn't been certain he'd hear.
Dan released him, as promised, and watched with burning eyes as Adrian's clothes slipped to the flour with delicious swishes that only very expensive material could provide. As Adrian moved back for the bed, still holding the confidence he'd always held, Dan rolled onto his side, propping his head up, saying nothing. He just watched Adrian with a cool, steady gaze until the hazel eyes slid shut.
Fuck, he was beautiful. Dan let his eyes move slowly over Adrian's skin, not realizing that Adrian had done the same to him earlier. Beside him, Dan often felt gawky and awkward, which probably explained why Adrian had never imagined him like this. Reaching out a hand, Dan ran a finger lightly down Adrian's throat, smiling as he tipped it back, and he took the invitation to press his lips against Adrian's vein, fingers trailing over Adrian's shoulder, brushing lightly against a nipple.
Adrian couldn't repress a shiver as Dan's fingers traced across his skin with the lightest of touches. It what was he wanted - Dan Dreiberg's hands on him - and yet it wasn't enough. He needed more, he needed it rougher, he wanted it now, and he opened his mouth to demand it.
Then he remembered the game he'd consented to play, and his mouth shut on a whimper, his hips arching as Dan's fingers trailed lower.
He could swear he heard a voice calling "Please" but then he realized it was his, and only in his mind.
"You look as though you want to say something," Dan murmured as he kept up the slow, light touches, perfectly aware from the way Adrian's muscles flexed beneath his fingers that it wasn't enough, wasn't nearly enough.
He leaned over to whisper in Adrian's ear, as his fingers ghosted over the inside of Adrian's thigh, "Do you want to say something, Ozymandias?" His teeth closed over Adrian's ear as his fingers kept hovering, just beyond where he knew Adrian wanted them more than anything. "Speak."
Adrian blinked open his eyes. He was already desperate, he thought, he already wanted more than he had in his life, and his eyes were dazed with it. His lips parted and his tongue darted out to wet them before he spoke.
"Please," he whispered. "Dan, I need more than this, please." He writhed under Dan's hands as he got closer, closer - but not close enough. His breath sobbed out and he squeezed his eyes shut.
"Please."
A line of white fire laid itself along Dan's spine at the sobbing desperation in Adrian Veidt's normally smooth, cool, confident, arrogant, fucking condescending voice. He'd done that, he'd reduced Adrian to begging near-incoherence, and it had felt so natural.
He wanted to do it again.
His fingers ran down the length of Adrian's cock before curling around it carefully, squeezing gently, and Adrian's sharp moan brought a smile to his face.
"You know, Adrian," he said conversationally as his fingers worked Adrian just this side of too slowly, "a few hours ago, back when I was suppressing the urge to punch you in the face, it crossed my mind that maybe all you needed," he squeezed harder, leaning down to bite without warning the muscle between Adrian's neck and shoulder, then ran his tongue over the mark and continued, "was someone to take control away from you...I didn't think I'd be right. But that is what you want, isn't it, Adrian?"
Adrian whimpered, lifting his hips to try to get closer, somehow get more sensation, bring himself nearer to release. It didn't do any good; he'd known it wouldn't.
He cried out, a wordless cry, as he felt Dan's teeth sink into his skin, as he felt his hand tighten on his cock, and his hips bucked up. He drew in a ragged breath as he opened eyes dazed and dark with want.
He wanted to say no, he thought as he arched. He wanted to maintain even just that small semblance of pride, but he...he couldn't, he realized. It was too late for that. He licked his lips.
"Yes," he whispered. "That's exactly what I want."
"I thought so," Dan whispered as he bent down and pressed his lips to Adrian's in a searing white flash of a kiss, his hand moving faster now. The fingers of his other hand tangled in Adrian's hair again and pulled hard as he bit at Adrian's lower lip.
Ozymandias. Cool, confident, always sure of himself. Rich. Famous. Gorgeous. Seeing, hearing him like this was unlike anything Dan had imagined, and now he couldn't think of anything but the man arching and gasping against his lips.
Adrian canted his hips up, pressing his cock deeper into Dan's hand, and he hesitantly raised his hands - as if he was expecting to be rebuffed, as if this, too, might be forbidden - and clutched at Dan's shoulders, his nails digging into the skin, clawing across it as he got closer...closer...closer.
Adrian Veidt felt white sparks crack against his eyelids, and his voice broke on a sob as he began to shudder, spilling into Dan's hand with a hoarse cry.
Pinpricks of pain spread across Dan's shoulders as Adrian's fingernails drew lines across his skin, but he didn't care. The sounds Adrian was making were sending waves of heat down his spine and his fingers kept moving steadily, pushing Adrian Veidt over the edge with a speed that seemed to have surprised both of them.
Fuck, he was close himself, and closer after the way Adrian shook, the wordless cry as he came, and he kissed and bit along Adrian's neck as his hand slowed.
Adrian blinked open his eyes, still dazed, still dark as he started to come back to himself. What the hell had Dan Dreiberg done to him, he wondered. Why the hell had he let him do it?
Why did he want to do it all over again?
"Daniel," he muttered as he felt the other man run his teeth along a straining tendon in his throat, forgetting for a split second that that was against the rules, that he still wasn't supposed speak yet.
But Dan hadn't forgotten, he realized as Nite Owl lifted his head, as he burned Adrian with a stare that was hotter than wildfires burning through a forest. Adrian swallowed. His breath hitched as anticipation sent shivering thrills along his skin.
He didn't know what Dan was going to do. He didn't want to know. But God, he thought, he was dying for him to do it.
He hadn't even intended to look at him like that, had almost forgotten the "no talking" rule that he himself had imposed, but as he heard Adrian's voice his head lifted almost of its own accord, and the look that Adrian gave him as he pinned him with a commanding stare, the fear, the anticipation...
"I know you aren't going to forget again. Get on your knees," he said in a low, dangerous voice that again, he hardly recognized as his own. As he reached for the bottle in the drawer and warmed the gel between his fingers, he wondered why, as he'd never done this before, it felt so natural, so right.
Adrian's back was perfectly sculpted and Dan couldn't resist running his fingers lightly over it, slowly tracing his spine from the base of Adrian's neck and all the way down before pressing slicked fingers against his opening.
Adrian shuddered as he rolled, pressing his forehead against his folded arms. He bit his lip, trembling as Dan's fingers traced a line all the way down his back, leaving white-hot flames in his wake.
Then Dan pressed his fingers into him, and Adrian gasped with the sensation, automatically sinking his teeth into his lip to hold back the automatic cry that surfaced. He tasted blood in his mouth, sharp and coppery as Dan pushed his fingers hard into his ass, stroking, stretching, thrusting ever deeper inside.
Driving him insane, Adrian thought as he pushed his hips back, grinding them against Dan's hand.
Dan laughed very softly as he heard the sharp intake of breath, then the pause where Adrian wasn't breathing at all. He crooked his fingers, twisting them, hitting Adrian almost perfectly, teasing him, but even he couldn't endure that for long.
Shifting, he slipped his fingers into Adrian's hair and tightened them sharply as he began to press inside him, not too quickly, but not slowly either. He couldn't suppress a groan as he entered him entirely, fingers digging into his hip.
"Fuck, Adrian," he whispered as he started to move, slowly at first, too slowly, still unable to resist the temptation to tease Adrian, to make him whimper, moan, to make him beg.
Adrian pressed his hips up as Dan thrust into him, nearly blind with want. It wasn't fast enough, he thought; it brought him right to the edge but wasn't enough to push him over, and he shook with the need.
He whimpered, his voice a broken moment that did everything Dan wanted it to: it pleaded, it cajoled, it begged, all without saying a word. Adrian turned his head to the side, fighting against the fingers holding him still, looking back at Dan as the other man moved inside him with hard, heavy thrusts. His eyes were dilated, almost completely black with only a thin, shimmering rim of hazel, and his lips were slick, swollen, his breath panting through them as he stared into Dan's eyes, wordlessly imploring, urging, beseeching.
His hips already bucking, Dan met Adrian's eyes, his lips parted and breath coming fast. He read in Adrian's eyes everything, everything, but it wasn't enough. He felt almost lightheaded with the power he held and his eyes narrowed a bit. Fingers tightened in blond hair.
"Say it," he said in a low, smooth, silky voice. "I know you want to, and I want to hear you." Surrender, burned his eyes, succumb, succumb to me.
Adrian whimpered, drawing in a desperate breath. "Please," he finally said, his voice breaking on the word, his accent heavier than Dan had ever heard, "please, Dan, let me, please..." and then his voice shattered, and he had no more words as he clamped around Dan's cock, everything breaking apart around him.
Adrian Veidt, begging, begging him, was too much for Dan to manage and with a cry, tipping his head back, he lost control and his hips bucked hard into Adrian's, hand leaving a bruise on his hip as his fingers tightened hard against his skin.
He couldn't think, there was nothing but the sensation of Adrian beneath him and the echo of his words, the oddly accented words: please, Dan, please...
Adrian's knees buckled, and he collapsed flat onto the mattress, Dan's heavy weight over him as his breath panted through his lips, his eyes squeezed shut as his heartbeat gradually slowed, as his control slowly returned. Fuck, he thought, his eyes opening wide. Who would have ever guessed it would have been like that? Who would have ever guessed that Dan Dreiberg could have made him do that? Adrian turned his head, staring at Dan through narrowed hazel-green eyes, an assessing expression creeping into his eyes, replacing the blind lust.
Nite Owl was just full of surprises, wasn't he?
Dan's hands were flat on the bed, on either side of Adrian, his head tipped forward, eyes closed as he breathed hard, trying to get his heart to slow down. After a few moments he tipped his head back and opened his eyes slowly, just in time to catch the light changing in Adrian's eyes.
Raising his brows slightly, he pulled back and shifted to lie on his back, propped on his elbows, watching Adrian with a banked heat in his eyes. He'd never done anything like that before - most of the time, he was a slow, careful, considerate lover - but something about Adrian had made him want to make him beg. And he'd tried, and Adrian had.
The look in his eyes made it plain he wanted to do it again.