Watchmen (Super Sentai) Five Kink Meme
Rules of the meme:
1. Anonymously(or not, because we seem to have stopped following this rule) 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 ( Read more... )
A click-whirrr, not really noticeable over the other noises except maybe for the sharpness at its edges, mechanical. A flash of light that definitely is, blinding in the confined space of the alleyway, blasting everything to brilliant white spots even as Dan feels Rorschach’s climax take him; feels himself follow, desperately scrabbling for a handhold up out of its warm, pleasant depths because what the hell was that, oh god...
His fingers are on his goggles, flipping through settings to try to bring his vision back, before he’s even bothered to pull out. All he catches is the blur of a running form, disappearing out of the alley’s mouth.
“Shit,” he says, easing out and gathering his uniform bottoms back up, and because he can think of nothing more intelligent, says it again: “Shit.”
Under him, Rorschach makes a noise that is half rage and half pathetic, whimpering fear; he hasn’t straightened up, is clutching his arms around his middle. Is rocking, just a little, forehead coming to rest on the wall, and they need to go after that punk, whoever he was, because there’s no way that wasn’t a camera and oh god, oh god. But Rorschach is melting down into his arms, with his pants around his knees and making a noise that sounds so broken that there’s no way Dan can leave him here.
Bastard has a head start, anyway. Rorschach could catch him--he’s never met anyone faster--but Rorschach is in no state.
“Come on, stand up,” Dan says, disgusted by how wavering his voice sounds. He sets a hand on Rorschach’s back, fighting down the panic rising fluttering and sharp up his throat, to reach down past him, start pulling up his trousers. “We have to... have to...”
Rorschach suddenly straightens, obedient, arms falling slack at his sides. His breathing evens out to something mechanical, and Dan is swearing in his head twice as hard now because he knows what face Rorschach is making under the mask, knows what this slackness means.
“Have to do what?” Rorschach asks, cold rage underlining every word, as Dan covers him up, straightens his clothes. He’s shutting down. “Do what, Nite Owl?”
“I don’t know, but we have to do something--”
“That was a camera,” Rorschach says, clear and crisp. “Lives are over. Do you understand, Nite Owl? Over.” He doesn’t even sound upset, and that is more terrifying than the rest of this. “Because you-- because I--”
“We can fix this, we just have to...”
“Because we couldn’t--” He’s wavering on his feet now, like he’s about to pass out.
“Hey, hey,” Dan says, trying to catch him up, and then Rorschach is cupping one hand over his mouth, head jerking forward with a horrible gagging sound; is scrabbling at his mask, wrenching it up over his nose and buckling over onto the asphalt to throw up all of the dinner Dan had insisted he eat earlier in the night, emptying himself out into the end of this anonymous, filthy alleyway.
Dan holds him, and does not rub his back but just holds him still until the spasms pass and he can be gathered up and hustled away, back to Archie and out of the light.
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