Don't judge me. It had to be done!

[bladeachilles]

I........had to do this. The crack demanded it!

     Rorschach burst in as Adrian was alone in his office. Veidt sighed and smoothly rose to greet the vigilant for the second time in as many days.

"What is it now, Rorschach? Come to try and warn me again of this supposed Mask Killer?" Adrian cocked an eyebrow as he waited for an answer. Rorschach didn't reply, but merely stood there studying him, inkblots shifting over his mask as if the bane of criminals and police alike was trying to convince himself to act. Adrian was just about to repeat the question when Rorschach moved suddenly to stand in front of Veidt and reached out to undo Adrian's exquisitely tailored silk pants with a roughness that meant his secretary was going to be making another trip to the seamstress in the morning. He let out a surprised gasp as Rorschach's gloved hand began to pull on the other man's cock with quick, jerky strokes. "Wha...what in the name of Ramses are you doing!" he asked as his dick began to harden.

"Investigating," was Rorschach's clipped answer.