Late Night Mischief
Rorschach
It had been a long boring blur of a day of school. Walter had almost no classes with Dan and he would be busy for the rest of the night too, and to top it off he had been given enough homework to sink a ship.
He was so glad to be finally out on the streets in his costume, busting up crime, in his element. He had already taken care of two purse snatchers and an attempted car theft. Rorschach stood on a roof top, looking down for trouble, when he spotted it, shooting through the sky like a low falling star: Archie, the Owlship. He bolted off in a run, hoping to follow the ship to its next port of call, wherever Archie was headed was sure to be worth the chase.
Nite Owl
When Rorschach arrived Archie it was empty. He heard the action taking place nearby, shouts and hollers, the air rife with the smell of a fight. As he came upon the scene, twenty men or more had surrounded the owner of the Owlship. He was fighting them off all on his own. Rorschach was treated to a spectacular display of violence as the ominous costumed vigilante kicked in teeth, broke bones, sent men flying and blood spraying.
It was over in a matter of seconds, the copper clad hero standing untouched before a pile of bodies. He looked up, covered in his victory. Despite everything, his smile was still gentle and real as he realized Rorschach was there. He was about to call out when another hoard of thugs came rushing into the alley.
Rorschach
Before Rorschach's mind even knew what he was doing, he was at the Owl's side, helping him rain down seven kinds of 'Justice' on the gang of thugs. Rorschach was loving this, fighting crime back to back with Nite Owl, protecting the streets shoulder to shoulder (well, shoulder to head due to the height difference) with the handsome hero.
The only problem, if he would call it that, was that Rorschach kept finding himself staring at his fellow costumed vigilante and Nite Owl had to keep saving him from the thugs he wasn't noticing, not that he minded. Watching Nite Owl fight was a thing of beauty.
Before long all their opponents had fallen and only the two stood in the alley, unconscious thugs littered about them. "Hurm. Amazing." The compliment slipped out unbidden as he looked up at the victorious owl. He was glad his mask hid his rising blush.
Nite Owl
"Thanks for the help," his voice growled. The large owlish man clapped a hand on the younger man's shoulder, squeezing with a lot of strength in his grasp. "You were pretty amazing yourself." He was looking right at him, as though the mask didn't matter and he could see right into his eyes. "Want to come patrolling with me?" He threw a thumb back in the direction of Archie.
Rorschach
Walter smiled up at him from under Rorschach's face, beaming at the thanks and compliment returned. Rorschach nodded eagerly at the offer and followed Nite Owl's back into his ship, taking the co-pilot's seat he hadn't been in for some time. He'd really missed this.
Nite Owl
The sun was still setting as they lifted into the sky, a deep blue fading into brilliant orange. The ship was fast as it zoomed through the city, the pair seeking crime. They took down many criminals that night and cleaned the streets enough for a week. They were invincible.
When one criminal tried to escape by fire escape, Nite Owl grabbed Rorschach, shot his grappling gun and zipped rapidly upwards after him. They were pressed so close together, Rorschach could hear Nite Owl's heart thudding in his chest. They captured the criminal, beat him black and blue and sent him off with a warning for the rest of the underworld: this city is protected.
Nite Owl wrapped an arm around the younger man and checked him over, making sure he was okay. He noticed an injury on his back. "Come on. Back to Archie with you."
Rorschach
"Hurm." He nodded, his heart still pounding with adrenalin... Most likely adrenalin. He followed Nite Owl back into his wondrous flying machine and before he knew it they were back in the air, floating amongst the clouds above their city.
Rorschach peeled off his coat and tried to look over his shoulder to get a view of his injury. "Hurrr." He was going to need help tending to it. He proceeded to strip himself of his jacket, vest and shirt, down to his singlet. When he raised his head to see Nite Owl staring at him, he was really glad he was wearing a mask to hide his blush.
Nite Owl
Nite Owl began to clean him up, his leather gloves running over Rorschach's pale skin. He was tender in his touches and it barely hurt when he patched him up. He was pressed so close to his back, radiating warmth.
"Is that better?" The older man's voice was low and husky, breathing over the blushing boy's back.
Rorschach
Rorschach had to bite his lip to stifle a groan, "Hrph!" His blood was rapidly gathering at his groin. All he could manage at first was several quick nods in reply to Nite Owl's questing. The teenage vigilante swallowed hard and attempted to speak. "Thanks," was all he can really manage, turning his head to look more directly that the older man.
Nite Owl
Rorschach's gaze met the man's full lips, parted slightly to help his rapid breathing escape. His goggles were raised, intense eyes gazing over the younger man hungrily. He moved his hands to grip both arms, his large, strong hands holding him. He dominated him with his height and presence, feelings stirring in both of them. "You're body is impressive for someone so young," he said softly, biting his own lip.
Rorschach
Rorschach's brain melted. "Hurr..." He nodded like an idiot. He had to swallow again as he was drunk on watching his owlish companion. His hands, acting of their own accord, reached out and stroked down the front of the owl suit, the armour perfectly sculpted to the taller man's perfect physique. "Your's' perfect." He licked his lips, tasting the inside of his mask as he did, the space between them shrinking.
Nite Owl
Nite Owl grasped Rorschach's hand and pulled him the final distance, wrapping him up in a hug. "I've really missed you," he said softly. He ran his hand along the back of his masked head, fingers dipping between his shirt and the cloth covering to stroke the skin there.
Rorschach
"Hurrrrrrnnn..." The teen hummed into the embrace, letting the taller, older man wrap him up in his arms.
"Missed you too," his words muffled into Nite owls neck. Rorschach keened into the warm touch on his skin, writhing without thought into the press of the older doppelgänger of his best friend.
Nite Owl
He toyed gently with his hair, scratching him like a cat. So close like this, the waves of chemistry had them both getting heated quite fast. Nite Owl nudged Rorschach's leg aside, moving deeper into the embrace. He was pressed against Archie's console now, Nite Owl licking his own lips, leaving them glossed.
"You seem so lonely."
Rorschach
"Urrrgh..." The groan escaped him unheeded as he's pressed against Archie's console and it's pilot, arching up against his costumed teacher wantonly. Rorschach's hands started searching for ways to breach his armour, feeling for buckles and zips to unfasten.
Nite Owl
"Oh my." Nite Owl smirked at this reaction. He helped him find the places to undo his suit, his fingers dragging over his wife beater as Rorschach fumbled to undress the older man. He pushed his Rorschach's legs further apart and stiff armour rubbed against Rorschach's lower half. It was easy for the younger man to access whatever parts of Nite Owl's body he wanted.
As he began to unzip him, Nite Owl's hands caught his and it seemed like he was going to stop this before it started. "Something's missing." He said it right at him. He brushed a gloved hand over Rorschach's mask and after a moment, pulled it up far enough to lean in and kiss him passionately.
Rorschach
Rorschach's blood heated and his actions became frenzied at this, his hands unzipping, unbuckling and groping anything within reach. With one, still gloved, hand he reached up and pushed back Nite Owl's cowl, gripping his fingers in his sweat-damp hair, pulling the older vigilante in to devour his hot mouth with lips, teeth, and tongue. "Mmmmmnnggh..."
Nite Owl
Nite Owl worked his younger companions mouth with urgency, his tongue pressing hard into the soft wet space. He didn't hesitate in bucking into the boy, showing him his intentions. Parts of his costume hung open, exposing his well formed body. He didn't pull away from the kiss as their hands explored each other in dangerous ways.
Rorschach
Too swept up in his lust to do anything more than, grind and moan and touch, Rorschach let Nite Owl do as he pleased, losing himself in the heat and need of it all. He pushed himself back so that he was seated on the console, pulling back only long enough to remove the lingering armour that was between them, then wrapping his strong legs around the taller man's waist and pulling him back flush against his own need. "Huurrr, want you!" he groaned into the older man's ear before sucking his lobe into his mouth and lathing his tongue over the soft skin.
Nite Owl
Nite Owl couldn't ignore a request like that. He lowered his hand to grip the young man's desire, stroking it eagerly, his stiffness pressed into Rorschach's thigh. He moaned hard as he sucked his ear lobe, kissing at his neck ferociously. Nite Owl removed the last of whatever garments were between them, meeting Rorschach's ready arousal with his own, gripping them together and he leaned him back on the console.
"Anything you like," he hummed as he began to work their need.
Rorschach
Rorschach's head fell back on to the buttons and dials behind him, his eyes rolling back in his head. "Uuuuuughh!" he groaned loudly, lucky that they were high above the city where no one could hear him, his hips thrusting up into Nite Owl's big gloved hands, his thighs gripping tightly around him as he writhed. "Uuurrrgh, More!" he demanded with abandon.
Nite Owl
And Nite Owl gave it. The smooth gloved fingers tugged at his young body, sliding along their shafts, palming the heads, squeezing their cocks together until they were weeping. Rorschach's smaller sex, softer skin, felt incredible against Nite Owl's adult erection, thick and long and solid as a rock. He spread the mess all over Rorschach's tummy and between his legs, his own arousal twitching and growing harder every second. He leaned down on him and starts to fuck into his loins, cocks sliding and fighting, mess covering Rorschach's lower half.
Rorschach
"UUrrr!-Urrr!-Uuuurrrgh!" Rorschach groaned and moaned between panting breaths, his release close. He pulled Nite Owl down to him, burying his tongue in his mouth passionately. "MMmnnngh!" He wouldn't last much longer like this.
Nite Owl
Nite Owl doesn't slow down, helping him to find his end with gentle strokes and bucks. He let him maul his mouth and grind and do whatever he needed.
"That's it. That's good," he moaned, his own release not too far behind.
Rorschach
"Uuurrr! NITE OWL!" he howled his lover's name as white hot pleasure set his body aflame.
Nite Owl
Nite Owl jerked hard against Rorschach as the masked vigilante spilled his seed over the owlish armour and himself. He kissed him deeply, painting his skin with the white mess, rolling his hips, his big cock teasingly close to his entrance.
"Good boy." He smirked, giving his arse a spank.
Rorschach
The mind shattering orgasm and the sudden jolt of his body from the spank startled Walter awake, hazy, messy and alone in his bed. The small ginger teen groaned in his embarrassment, throwing his arm over his eyes. He sure hoped he didn't wake Mr. Kovacs.