Watchmen Kink Meme 2: Electric Boogaloo. Or not.
Alright, alright, I'm back now. Here ya go kids. (You're just lucky the other one didn't run out in the middle of my vacation grumble grumble)
Rules of the meme:
1. Anonymously post a pairing and prompt you would like to see written. Since this is a kink meme, there is supposted to be a kink involved, but normal well-written prompts should work ( Read more... )
“I'll have my own personal effects to make this a sure-fire success. Thanks for being sucha good sport, kiddo.”
Personal effects. He's going to be drowned in make-up and forced to wear a dress and has to go through the horror that is The Comedian's personal effects. He pats him on the back harshly again, and the hatch opens and he's off, leaving Rorschach so he can slowly lose his mind with Nite Owl.
The ride to the Owl's Nest is completely silent. Rorschach still has his mask off, staring at it in his hands in the co-pilot's seat. Dan tries his best to drink in all of Rorschach's newfound unmasked quirks. He rarely blinks. It's crazy, really. His eyes are narrowed and solely looking at his mask, probably dying a little inside, but if Dan had to dress up like a girl around The Comedian he'd die a little inside, too.
Rorschach still can't wrap his brain around the “idea.” The idea is sick. It's sick that they're going to have their hands all over him and drench him in fake eyelashes and whore's lipstick. It's sick that that man is going to “confess” all of his “sins” to him, telling him how he enjoys carrying out his perversions. It's sick that Dan knows what kind of ugly face is behind his mask and he's shocked, frankly, that they're still going through with this because no amount of make-up is going to hide it.
Dan offers his apology once they're inside the nest. Rorschach blushes again despite himself, and just can't seem to look him in the eye when they talk now. It'll no doubt be like that for a while. Rorschach tells him this is all in the name of justice, even at the price of his...well, dignity. He doesn't put his mask on right away, and Dan takes the opportunity to cup his real face, to feel his features under his gloves. Rorschach is quick to grab his hand and put it down, but the other one comes back up to his face and-consequences be damned-he kisses him.
Rorschach's eyes pop open and clench tightly shut in tandem as he feels Dan explore his mouth. His knees feel weak and his fingers too, he can't get a good grip on his armour-and he doesn't want to hold him, he wants to hit him, and hit him hard but he can't-and god, he wants this. He doesn't deny him but he doesn't reciprocate, and a few seconds later Dan's lips aren't against his anymore, and that space feels so incredibly empty. His hands clench into fists at his sides, angry that Dan had the nerve to kiss him and angry he didn't try to prolong it as best he could.
“Come here earlier tomorrow so we can...” he doesn't finish the sentence, but Rorschach nods anyway after he feels confident he can breathe again. The mask goes over his face again because it belongs there, and Dan wishes he got more of the man underneath it. Rorschach slips back into the shadows like always, like he didn't just kiss him or agree to dress up like a girl. Funny, he was expecting him to break every bone in his body, especially since he has to wear a dress, which is emasculating enough, and that he kissed him after. Dan sighs, throwing off the cowl. His grocery shopping in the morning will have to buddy up with a trip to the beauty salon.
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