Watchmen Kink Meme 3. Weeeeeeee.
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 just as well.
2. Anonymous will respond to your post and write it for you! Art and such is also acceptable/awesome. Multiple people may respond to ( Read more... )
He watched her peer back at him one last time before slipping around the corner, and he stood outside the door, shaking and terrified and as hard as he had ever been in his life. Even if the guy he was about to fuck wasn't who he thought, wished, hoped it was, there was still a man waiting for him in that room, a man who had been kidnapped, more or less, for Dan's pleasure. Who was there against his will, who was strung up like a puppet, to satisfy Dan's every whim. This was more than fulfilling a fantasy. This was... Well, he couldn't put a name to how wrong it was. Because, goddammit, he wanted this!
Dan entered the room slowly and watched as a lowered head of ginger hair lifted in acknowledgment, as if looking at him, as if he could be seen. Dan wondered for a moment if he could see him, but the man made not a sound nor another movement. Dan slowly approached the bed and sat down. The blindfolded eyes turned sharply as the bed dipped, not expected him to be there as Dan had moved soundlessly across the room.
It was Rorschach. Dan knew for a fact. He knew that chin and jaw line from years of seeing it appear and disappear from beneath the mask, from studying it closely when his friend ate or chewed his sugar cubes. The blindfold covered eyes would have been unfamiliar but Dan knew that nose and the way the nostrils flared when he breathed as heavily as he suddenly was, when he was frightened but wouldn't admit it. At least in this case, he couldn't deny it.
"I'm not going to hurt you," Dan whispered, praying to whoever would hear him that his voice wasn't as instantly recognizable as his partner's features were. "I'm not going to do anything to you, okay?"
Rorschach made a soft noise, a whimper, and Dan reached out to touch his shoulder, stopping when he realized that he still had his gloves on. "Calm down. I'm going to remove that gag, all right? Please stay calm," Dan winced, having said that often on patrol, but the redhead didn't seem to notice. He only lowered his head and nodded shyly. Timid, Dan thought with amazement. Who the hell knew?
He removed his gloves as soundlessly as possible and moved closer to him on the bed, touching first his partner's speckled, tense shoulders and then his jaw, keeping one hand on his shoulder and reaching with the other for the strap behind his head. Dan knew how important orienting and locating hands was when blindfolded, especially when blindfolded below a strip club, and the action seemed to both aggravate and calm his partner. Dan made a conscious effort not to let his hands wander.
As Dan fiddled with the strap, he considered taking the blindfold off of him. It wasn't too late for Dan to change his mind and play this off as a rescue mission. It was probably the only way he could spare himself from ruining their partnership completely should Rorschach ever find out. But a part of him was still aching for this opportunity. He was never going to get another chance. Perhaps if I'm careful...
He removed the gag and Rorschach coughed as Dan carefully removed the ball from his gaping mouth. Rorschach licked his dry, split lips in a way that made Dan want to moan. A few moments of silence passed in which Dan's mind blanked. He had no idea what to do or say, waiting on bated breath for this little redhead to speak. He watched as Rorschach grimaced slightly and turned his head to him. "Do you... Is there any w-water?"
And all doubt vanished. Dan had to have him. This is Rorschach. Unmasked, blind folded, restrained, nearly naked... With absolutely no idea who was so absolutely alone with. Dan fucking wanted him.
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