[fic] Together; Watchmen; Dan/Laurie/Ror
Title: Together
Fandom: Watchmen
Pairing: Dan/Laurie/Rorschach
Rating/Warnings: NC17
Summary: Post-Karnak and on the run, Dan and Laurie coax Rorschach into sex.
Originally written 4/19/09.
Okay so hi. I'm finally going to start posting things I wrote on the 'meme (that I'm not completely ashamed of anyway) because I might as well own up and I don't want the internet to eat them before I get a chance to archive. Flist, I'm sorry for the spam to come over the next week or so, since you've most likely read all this. PLEASE FORGIVE ♥
Stuff will be posted more or less in order of writing. Which makes this my very first Watchmen fic D:
Laurie rested her forehead on his shoulder just as he tipped the scrambled egg mixture out of the bowl and into the pan. Her voice emerged in a frustrated groan, her arms hanging limply at her sides in surrender. He knew what it was about before she even said anything, his face already twisted into a defeated sympathy.
"Dan. He is driving me crazy."
It was four months since their escape from Karnak, and three people on the run together turned out to be not as pleasantly exciting as the movies would have it look. Mostly it was complete boredom, broken only by constant moves to the next residence. They'd both gotten Rorschach to make a single concession: reasonably regular bathing. As a result, he walked around like a dog with its hackles constantly raised. The days were filled with Rorschach and Laurie clashing like snapping electrical wire-and Dan was stuck between them, fully earning the title "Futile Peacemaker."
"I'm sorry." Dan turned to look at his girlfriend/roommate/partner-in-crime, and only caught a blurry glimpse of slick blonde hair. "You know if we let him go on his own, he'll just make up his mind to go gunning after Adrian again, and then-"
"We're screwed, I know." She was silent again after another groan, and he blinked apologetically down at her head.
"You just like being homemaker, Mr. Homemaker," she accused, pulling away and crossing her arms defensively across her chest. Dan winced in guilt. Both of them kept waiting for him to take a side, preferably their side, but he couldn't do it. It was nice to have a regular girlfriend for once after years of nothing, and it was nice to actually see Rorschach eat something besides questionable pantry items. Trying to stay hidden from both the police and the smartest man on Earth were not the most ideal circumstances, but at night his two favorite people ate dinner with him and settled by the television to watch the evening news, and who could blame him for wanting to keep them all together like a doting mother hen?
"By the way," Laurie huffed, stalking away, "your eggs are burnt."
He looked down sorrowfully at the congealed, smoking mass of yellow and set it aside with a sigh.
...................
Two days later, Dan was calmly penning down a grocery list when Laurie leaned her head against his shoulder again, this time with a calm smile and a confident hand trailing down his chest.
Sometimes she liked to release frustration by going out in costume. Sometimes she'd rather stay in. Dan didn't argue, especially not when her touch trailed down over his belt.
After a few openmouthed kisses and one giggly stumble down the hallway, Dan found the breath knocked halfway out of his lungs as he was shoved down onto the mattress-God, she's getting violent lately-and arched with a faint moan as she set to work removing as many items of clothing as possible in as short a time as possible.
"Daniel-"
His hips twitched helplessly as Laurie and Rorschach both said his name at once, even while the blood rushed hot into his face and Laurie twisted in surprise.
Beyond her shoulder he could see that Rorschach was standing in the doorway, gripping the doorknob so hard his knuckles were outlined in white, his face a perfect mask of shock.
Dan babbled and fumbled, Laurie fumed, and Rorschach stared for much longer than could ever be comfortable for any of them before making a sound low in his throat and dashing away.
Dan's head hit the mattress with a thud as he wondered what he ever could have done to deserve this.
"Did you see that? Did you see that little creep?" Laurie was practically hissing, her good will entirely wasted. She climbed off and restored her jeans to her legs with short, angry jerks. Dan was capable of simultaneously looking sadly after disappearing thighs and wondering just how far Rorschach was running right about then.
"No-look, Laurie-he isn't like that." He put his hands up, slipping into the now-familiar routine of defending his friend. He shimmied his sagging pants back up around his waist while looking properly apologetic. "He's kind of, uh-he's probably never-"
"Oh." Laurie's face transformed as she sat heavily down onto the mattress, her hands tugging her shirt down to her waist and her face draining of anger as she processed the new information. "Never-never?"
"I really doubt it." He probably didn't even masturbate, Dan thought, and felt a stab of sympathy. No wonder he'd been getting more and more on edge. Even if he did help himself, he would need about ten square miles of empty space, and not tiny hotel or apartment bathrooms shared with two other people. Oh God, why was he even thinking of Rorschach doing that?
A tiny, sly grin tugged at the corner of Laurie's mouth. "No wonder you're such good friends. You're-"
Dan's head shot up so quickly he felt dizzy, his eyes round in guilty alarm. "What?!"
"...both repressed." By the time she finished her sentence, she didn't look like she believed it herself. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"I, I have to go find him." Dan practically launched himself off the bed, running trembling hands through his hair. "God knows what he's doing. Probably ran away somewhere to scald himself clean."
As it turned out, he had only made it so far as the tiny kitchen, bracing shaking arms against the countertop. Dan didn't think he would ever get used to seeing his face-at least, this face-especially now that other expressions besides seething anger and blank indifference had slowly started working their way into his features, no longer hidden by a long-lost mask. It had been somewhat incredible to secretly watch the humanity returning to his partner, agonizingly slow though it was.
Right now, his expression could best be described as "desperate to escape." He looked so small and frightened that Dan stopped in his tracks, his eyebrows bunching together in worry.
Laurie had no such problem.
"You liked that, didn't you?" She purred silkily from somewhere behind him, and it was unmistakable who she was talking to.
Oh God, what are you doing?! Apparently, she had found a new way to torment her enemy. If this didn't end in complete bloodshed within five minutes, Dan would consider himself a very lucky man. Very lucky. Rorschach's elbows practically quaked.
"Filth!"
"Uh-uh," she mock-scolded, sauntering up to lean possessively against Daniel, relishing in the glance of blind hatred that little gesture earned her from across the kitchen. "Yes, you did. You like this?" Her fingers twitched at the neckline to her hastily-pulled on shirt, exposing one creamy white shoulder.
"No." Rorschach practically spit the word, and it was completely believable. Dan felt less and less amused by the way this was all playing out and moved to pull Laurie back, uneasy. It wasn't until she stroked down his shoulder that he realized he left his shirt back in the bedroom and he was standing in his kitchen half-naked with his girlfriend fondling his arm.
"Or maybe you like this?" She was giggling playfully, nowhere near knowing how right she was until Rorschach choked deep in his throat and the room was plunged into complete, frozen silence.
"No," but this time it was a pitiful sound like an animal about to be sick.
"Oh," Laurie said for the second time that day, looking between the two men with an expression much like Rorschach's.
Rorschach himself took one look at Dan before turning away and crumpling as small and miserable as possible into the corner of the kitchen.
She was right, he'd known about this, he knew, he knew Rorschach looked at him too long sometimes, walked too close, but he'd always shoved it far back in his mind and avoided it, skirted around it in denial and discomfort because God, if he really-what would his father think, what would Hollis think and-
Daniel fucking Dreiberg. Get a hold of yourself.
"Ror-" It caught in his throat and he had to try again. "Rorschach. Look, it's okay."
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Laurie swaying between the edge of mortified disgust and lurid fascination tinged with the urge to lord this over Rorschach as long and hard as possible. The latter apparently won.
"That's right." She propped an arm onto the counter top, letting her body fall into a long, curving line. "I like it too. Nothing to be ashamed of."
Dan's eyes felt like they might fall out of his head, and Rorschach looked about the same before shaking his head hard and hunching his shoulders like a football player about to make a dash.
"Leaving." The number of his words had always been in inverse proportion to his agitation, and it was a wonder he managed more than one syllable. His escape would have worked if the kitchen wasn't so tiny, and if both people blocking his path weren't taller than he was. As it was, they caught him by his wiry arms and planted their feet against his increasingly wild struggles, unstoppable force meeting immovable objects. They pressed against each other, leaning heavily, panting with effort. Dan even thought he heard a snarl.
Dan had fought Rorschach before, hand-to-hand exactly like this, back in the old days. He couldn't remember anymore what the situation had even been, only that it was long before he learned just how stubborn and how viciously scrappy a deceptively thin-looking man could be. Dan had been defeated practically before the struggle even started, and even with the addition of Laurie's considerable strength now, he shouldn't be able to hold back an older and more well-fed Rorschach.
The thought that Rorschach was holding back even a little, that he might not be in complete agreement with himself over wanting to escape, gave Dan an unexpected jolt of arousal.
They all noticed at about the same time that Rorschach was aroused too, to a degree that looked positively painful.
It was like a switch was thrown on their little tableau; they all eased their forward momentum away, no one struggling or even pretending to struggle anymore. Living so closely together for so long had given them an eerie sense of pack coordination.
Rorschach buried his face into his palm in self-disgust, the heel of his opposite hand rubbing an awkward and halting line from his stomach to his right hipbone.
Sympathy crashed hard into Dan's chest as he took in the full pathetic implications of the gesture. He probably doesn't even know-who screwed him up this badly-
"Hey," his own voice sounded high and breathy even to him, "Hey, let us help you." He realized the mistaken inclusion belatedly, his attention snapping toward Laurie in alarm, then relief, as he saw that she was facing Rorschach with the same look she got on those nights when she pulled Dan's single tie from the closet with other intentions in mind.
"Wrong," Rorschach insisted, fingers of his right hand curling tensely against the fabric of his pants.
"No. No, it's not."
They flanked Rorschach in a mutual decision, one in front and one behind, as the two of them began to herd their quarry backwards down the hallway. Dan kept looking earnestly and imploringly into Rorschach's defiantly averted eyes while Laurie pushed steadily at his back. "It's biological, it's just like eating. You'll get distracted if you don't eat or sleep, right? This is the same way. We'll just... have to teach you how to do this so you don't compromise us by getting distracted."
"Really," Dan half-panted, rationalizing harder than he ever had in his life, "it's for our safety."
Rorschach refused to dignify the blatantly obvious lie with an answer, and that was more than Dan had ever hoped for.
They sank as a unit onto the previously abandoned bed, Dan hastily positioning himself in front of Rorschach with a hunch that the other way wouldn't work out so well. Laurie stretched out lengthwise on the bed, her long legs on either side of Rorschach's hips and brushing against Dan's where he mirrored her. Rorschach whimpered helplessly when her breasts pressed into his back.
"This is nice, isn't it, Walter?" Dan realized with a start that Laurie was nearly crooning. Her nose pressed into the freckled hollow beneath Rorschach's ear, and he released a long, shuddering gasp, the quake in his arms returning with a vengeance.
"Well," Dan choked, inching closer. "This is-I guess we'll get started."
Rorschach-Walter-finally tilted his attention toward his old partner, his customary carefully dull eyes suddenly intense with an equal mix of arousal, fear, apology, and longing. Dan's breath caught in his throat and he leaned forward unthinkingly, putting on a wobbly, encouraging smile and running one affectionate hand across bright orange hair. He noted with a sick triumph that the resulting gasp was even louder than the previous one.
"R-Walter. This isn't so bad, is it? Just uh," his mouth was so dry, "just partners taking care of each other."
"Ngh." It could have been an agreement or a denial, but either way, Walter wasn't moving except to make tiny, uncomfortable twitches in the monumental and futile effort to keep himself still. Dan wondered why he never noticed how completely sexual those familiar raspy grunts of his always were. Laurie ignored them both and tugged up Walter's shirt over his head in three quick pulls.
Not that it was strictly necessary. But they all ignored that little fact as best they could.
Heat rose steadily into Dan's cheeks as he took in the bare expanse of pale skin dotted by odd smatterings of freckles. It was pulling something out of him he had shoved deep into the recesses of shameful dreams; he felt like one of those magician's scarf tricks where more and more kept spilling out from an impossibly small space, affection and concern and attraction blooming like bruises throughout the inside of his chest. Laurie's slightly darker complexion made a mesmerizing contrast as he stared at her hand make its way down Walter's breastbone, across a nipple as he arched, over lean but powerful abdominal muscles. Her eyes glittered darkly at him as she nuzzled a cheek against Walter's neck.
With a low moan, Dan gathered his legs beneath himself and rocked forward onto his knees, one hand braced on Laurie's thigh and the other tangling into Walter's hair. He kissed Laurie searingly, their tongues sliding wetly together, before tasting the patch of skin she had just abandoned.
"Agh," Walter's breath puffed hot against the back of his neck, "Pl-plea-"
Dan kissed a long line down Walter's throat, feeling deliciously debauched and reveling in the bob of Adam's apple and low whine which buzzed against his lips. Laurie helped him coax knobby knees down from their defensive position and they both worked together to spread Walter's tensed legs until his feet rested against the outsides of Laurie's calves. Dan crawled closer into the empty space, rubbing his fingers more urgently across muscle and bone which had once been buried away under impenetrable layers of clothing, grime, and a defensive stench which effectively kept everyone away.
"You're good, Walter," Dan murmured, one step past caring just how crazy and depraved they all were for this.
"Good boy," Laurie agreed in his other ear, her skin flushed with power and arousal.
Dan knew the exact moment when her hands must have freed his erection by the way the entire mattress shook from the desperate buck of his hips.
"Maybe, Dan," she suggested silkily, "you could help demonstrate. You're such a good teacher."
His vision swirled with little green sparks as if he'd just stood up too fast, his hands fumbling for his painfully neglected erection, releasing a whimpering moan when he finally looked to see Walter's straining cock encircled by Laurie's thin fingers and the red blush of arousal spreading up his belly and across his cheeks. Walter's jaw was tight in an attempt to hide quiet, breathy moans, but his entire attention was riveted on Daniel's fingers.
Dan shamelessly stroked himself at the sight before him and the thought that he was performing for his old partner's pleasure, more out of his mind with lust than he had ever been, in costume or out of costume. He swept his thumb through the already copious fluid at the head and exhaled a sharp groan along with Walter when Laurie perfectly mirrored the movement. Walter's hands, so far clenched in tight fists against his hips, suddenly uncurled to drag Dan forward, and the contact came so close to bringing him to orgasm that he had to release himself, bracing his hands on his partners' bodies and dragging in deep gasps of breath.
Laurie wrapped her arm around the back of his neck, pulling him closer with the crook of her elbow as they huddled together. All those people, all those people were gone and it could have been any one of them who'd been in New York that day, it nearly was all of them as they scrambled through the snow in Antarctica toward the gliders, it could be any of them any day when Veidt found them. Dan cradled the back of Walter's neck, joining his fingers with Laurie's on the slick, taut, impossibly heated skin as Walter whined desperately.
His muscles were tightened as if he were resisting orgasm through pure force of will, but his choked moans became louder and louder until he let his mouth fall open to cry out his crescendoing need.
Walter's hand slid away from Daniel's back to clench in a protective shield over his own face, and Dan knew he had to be close. Laurie's unoccupied arm slid away back toward herself and into a much more interesting angle, her short hair clinging against sweaty skin.
"Come on," he urged softly, twisting his and Laurie's hands faster in a grinding rhythm.
"Such a good boy," Laurie coaxed, her voice husky and shaky. "You're doing so well."
Walter's entire body quaked violently before four frantic thrusts brought him to a shattering climax, thick streams of come painting Dan's chest and his own stomach.
Moaning at the look of pure ecstasy he had glimpsed between clenched fingers, Dan spilled himself onto the mattress almost as soon as he brought his hand back to himself, and Laurie's sharp, shuddering cry followed after while he was still willing his heart rate down to something below a thousand beats per minute.
No one said a word, and Walter's body was finally loose and slack, sagging at the spine and tipping them all backwards until they lay together in an awkward tangle.
Dan pulled the both of them closer toward him as they gasped for breath, needing them both near.
And really, who could blame him?
Fandom: Watchmen
Pairing: Dan/Laurie/Rorschach
Rating/Warnings: NC17
Summary: Post-Karnak and on the run, Dan and Laurie coax Rorschach into sex.
Originally written 4/19/09.
Okay so hi. I'm finally going to start posting things I wrote on the 'meme (that I'm not completely ashamed of anyway) because I might as well own up and I don't want the internet to eat them before I get a chance to archive. Flist, I'm sorry for the spam to come over the next week or so, since you've most likely read all this. PLEASE FORGIVE ♥
Stuff will be posted more or less in order of writing. Which makes this my very first Watchmen fic D:
Laurie rested her forehead on his shoulder just as he tipped the scrambled egg mixture out of the bowl and into the pan. Her voice emerged in a frustrated groan, her arms hanging limply at her sides in surrender. He knew what it was about before she even said anything, his face already twisted into a defeated sympathy.
"Dan. He is driving me crazy."
It was four months since their escape from Karnak, and three people on the run together turned out to be not as pleasantly exciting as the movies would have it look. Mostly it was complete boredom, broken only by constant moves to the next residence. They'd both gotten Rorschach to make a single concession: reasonably regular bathing. As a result, he walked around like a dog with its hackles constantly raised. The days were filled with Rorschach and Laurie clashing like snapping electrical wire-and Dan was stuck between them, fully earning the title "Futile Peacemaker."
"I'm sorry." Dan turned to look at his girlfriend/roommate/partner-in-crime, and only caught a blurry glimpse of slick blonde hair. "You know if we let him go on his own, he'll just make up his mind to go gunning after Adrian again, and then-"
"We're screwed, I know." She was silent again after another groan, and he blinked apologetically down at her head.
"You just like being homemaker, Mr. Homemaker," she accused, pulling away and crossing her arms defensively across her chest. Dan winced in guilt. Both of them kept waiting for him to take a side, preferably their side, but he couldn't do it. It was nice to have a regular girlfriend for once after years of nothing, and it was nice to actually see Rorschach eat something besides questionable pantry items. Trying to stay hidden from both the police and the smartest man on Earth were not the most ideal circumstances, but at night his two favorite people ate dinner with him and settled by the television to watch the evening news, and who could blame him for wanting to keep them all together like a doting mother hen?
"By the way," Laurie huffed, stalking away, "your eggs are burnt."
He looked down sorrowfully at the congealed, smoking mass of yellow and set it aside with a sigh.
...................
Two days later, Dan was calmly penning down a grocery list when Laurie leaned her head against his shoulder again, this time with a calm smile and a confident hand trailing down his chest.
Sometimes she liked to release frustration by going out in costume. Sometimes she'd rather stay in. Dan didn't argue, especially not when her touch trailed down over his belt.
After a few openmouthed kisses and one giggly stumble down the hallway, Dan found the breath knocked halfway out of his lungs as he was shoved down onto the mattress-God, she's getting violent lately-and arched with a faint moan as she set to work removing as many items of clothing as possible in as short a time as possible.
"Daniel-"
His hips twitched helplessly as Laurie and Rorschach both said his name at once, even while the blood rushed hot into his face and Laurie twisted in surprise.
Beyond her shoulder he could see that Rorschach was standing in the doorway, gripping the doorknob so hard his knuckles were outlined in white, his face a perfect mask of shock.
Dan babbled and fumbled, Laurie fumed, and Rorschach stared for much longer than could ever be comfortable for any of them before making a sound low in his throat and dashing away.
Dan's head hit the mattress with a thud as he wondered what he ever could have done to deserve this.
"Did you see that? Did you see that little creep?" Laurie was practically hissing, her good will entirely wasted. She climbed off and restored her jeans to her legs with short, angry jerks. Dan was capable of simultaneously looking sadly after disappearing thighs and wondering just how far Rorschach was running right about then.
"No-look, Laurie-he isn't like that." He put his hands up, slipping into the now-familiar routine of defending his friend. He shimmied his sagging pants back up around his waist while looking properly apologetic. "He's kind of, uh-he's probably never-"
"Oh." Laurie's face transformed as she sat heavily down onto the mattress, her hands tugging her shirt down to her waist and her face draining of anger as she processed the new information. "Never-never?"
"I really doubt it." He probably didn't even masturbate, Dan thought, and felt a stab of sympathy. No wonder he'd been getting more and more on edge. Even if he did help himself, he would need about ten square miles of empty space, and not tiny hotel or apartment bathrooms shared with two other people. Oh God, why was he even thinking of Rorschach doing that?
A tiny, sly grin tugged at the corner of Laurie's mouth. "No wonder you're such good friends. You're-"
Dan's head shot up so quickly he felt dizzy, his eyes round in guilty alarm. "What?!"
"...both repressed." By the time she finished her sentence, she didn't look like she believed it herself. Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"I, I have to go find him." Dan practically launched himself off the bed, running trembling hands through his hair. "God knows what he's doing. Probably ran away somewhere to scald himself clean."
As it turned out, he had only made it so far as the tiny kitchen, bracing shaking arms against the countertop. Dan didn't think he would ever get used to seeing his face-at least, this face-especially now that other expressions besides seething anger and blank indifference had slowly started working their way into his features, no longer hidden by a long-lost mask. It had been somewhat incredible to secretly watch the humanity returning to his partner, agonizingly slow though it was.
Right now, his expression could best be described as "desperate to escape." He looked so small and frightened that Dan stopped in his tracks, his eyebrows bunching together in worry.
Laurie had no such problem.
"You liked that, didn't you?" She purred silkily from somewhere behind him, and it was unmistakable who she was talking to.
Oh God, what are you doing?! Apparently, she had found a new way to torment her enemy. If this didn't end in complete bloodshed within five minutes, Dan would consider himself a very lucky man. Very lucky. Rorschach's elbows practically quaked.
"Filth!"
"Uh-uh," she mock-scolded, sauntering up to lean possessively against Daniel, relishing in the glance of blind hatred that little gesture earned her from across the kitchen. "Yes, you did. You like this?" Her fingers twitched at the neckline to her hastily-pulled on shirt, exposing one creamy white shoulder.
"No." Rorschach practically spit the word, and it was completely believable. Dan felt less and less amused by the way this was all playing out and moved to pull Laurie back, uneasy. It wasn't until she stroked down his shoulder that he realized he left his shirt back in the bedroom and he was standing in his kitchen half-naked with his girlfriend fondling his arm.
"Or maybe you like this?" She was giggling playfully, nowhere near knowing how right she was until Rorschach choked deep in his throat and the room was plunged into complete, frozen silence.
"No," but this time it was a pitiful sound like an animal about to be sick.
"Oh," Laurie said for the second time that day, looking between the two men with an expression much like Rorschach's.
Rorschach himself took one look at Dan before turning away and crumpling as small and miserable as possible into the corner of the kitchen.
She was right, he'd known about this, he knew, he knew Rorschach looked at him too long sometimes, walked too close, but he'd always shoved it far back in his mind and avoided it, skirted around it in denial and discomfort because God, if he really-what would his father think, what would Hollis think and-
Daniel fucking Dreiberg. Get a hold of yourself.
"Ror-" It caught in his throat and he had to try again. "Rorschach. Look, it's okay."
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Laurie swaying between the edge of mortified disgust and lurid fascination tinged with the urge to lord this over Rorschach as long and hard as possible. The latter apparently won.
"That's right." She propped an arm onto the counter top, letting her body fall into a long, curving line. "I like it too. Nothing to be ashamed of."
Dan's eyes felt like they might fall out of his head, and Rorschach looked about the same before shaking his head hard and hunching his shoulders like a football player about to make a dash.
"Leaving." The number of his words had always been in inverse proportion to his agitation, and it was a wonder he managed more than one syllable. His escape would have worked if the kitchen wasn't so tiny, and if both people blocking his path weren't taller than he was. As it was, they caught him by his wiry arms and planted their feet against his increasingly wild struggles, unstoppable force meeting immovable objects. They pressed against each other, leaning heavily, panting with effort. Dan even thought he heard a snarl.
Dan had fought Rorschach before, hand-to-hand exactly like this, back in the old days. He couldn't remember anymore what the situation had even been, only that it was long before he learned just how stubborn and how viciously scrappy a deceptively thin-looking man could be. Dan had been defeated practically before the struggle even started, and even with the addition of Laurie's considerable strength now, he shouldn't be able to hold back an older and more well-fed Rorschach.
The thought that Rorschach was holding back even a little, that he might not be in complete agreement with himself over wanting to escape, gave Dan an unexpected jolt of arousal.
They all noticed at about the same time that Rorschach was aroused too, to a degree that looked positively painful.
It was like a switch was thrown on their little tableau; they all eased their forward momentum away, no one struggling or even pretending to struggle anymore. Living so closely together for so long had given them an eerie sense of pack coordination.
Rorschach buried his face into his palm in self-disgust, the heel of his opposite hand rubbing an awkward and halting line from his stomach to his right hipbone.
Sympathy crashed hard into Dan's chest as he took in the full pathetic implications of the gesture. He probably doesn't even know-who screwed him up this badly-
"Hey," his own voice sounded high and breathy even to him, "Hey, let us help you." He realized the mistaken inclusion belatedly, his attention snapping toward Laurie in alarm, then relief, as he saw that she was facing Rorschach with the same look she got on those nights when she pulled Dan's single tie from the closet with other intentions in mind.
"Wrong," Rorschach insisted, fingers of his right hand curling tensely against the fabric of his pants.
"No. No, it's not."
They flanked Rorschach in a mutual decision, one in front and one behind, as the two of them began to herd their quarry backwards down the hallway. Dan kept looking earnestly and imploringly into Rorschach's defiantly averted eyes while Laurie pushed steadily at his back. "It's biological, it's just like eating. You'll get distracted if you don't eat or sleep, right? This is the same way. We'll just... have to teach you how to do this so you don't compromise us by getting distracted."
"Really," Dan half-panted, rationalizing harder than he ever had in his life, "it's for our safety."
Rorschach refused to dignify the blatantly obvious lie with an answer, and that was more than Dan had ever hoped for.
They sank as a unit onto the previously abandoned bed, Dan hastily positioning himself in front of Rorschach with a hunch that the other way wouldn't work out so well. Laurie stretched out lengthwise on the bed, her long legs on either side of Rorschach's hips and brushing against Dan's where he mirrored her. Rorschach whimpered helplessly when her breasts pressed into his back.
"This is nice, isn't it, Walter?" Dan realized with a start that Laurie was nearly crooning. Her nose pressed into the freckled hollow beneath Rorschach's ear, and he released a long, shuddering gasp, the quake in his arms returning with a vengeance.
"Well," Dan choked, inching closer. "This is-I guess we'll get started."
Rorschach-Walter-finally tilted his attention toward his old partner, his customary carefully dull eyes suddenly intense with an equal mix of arousal, fear, apology, and longing. Dan's breath caught in his throat and he leaned forward unthinkingly, putting on a wobbly, encouraging smile and running one affectionate hand across bright orange hair. He noted with a sick triumph that the resulting gasp was even louder than the previous one.
"R-Walter. This isn't so bad, is it? Just uh," his mouth was so dry, "just partners taking care of each other."
"Ngh." It could have been an agreement or a denial, but either way, Walter wasn't moving except to make tiny, uncomfortable twitches in the monumental and futile effort to keep himself still. Dan wondered why he never noticed how completely sexual those familiar raspy grunts of his always were. Laurie ignored them both and tugged up Walter's shirt over his head in three quick pulls.
Not that it was strictly necessary. But they all ignored that little fact as best they could.
Heat rose steadily into Dan's cheeks as he took in the bare expanse of pale skin dotted by odd smatterings of freckles. It was pulling something out of him he had shoved deep into the recesses of shameful dreams; he felt like one of those magician's scarf tricks where more and more kept spilling out from an impossibly small space, affection and concern and attraction blooming like bruises throughout the inside of his chest. Laurie's slightly darker complexion made a mesmerizing contrast as he stared at her hand make its way down Walter's breastbone, across a nipple as he arched, over lean but powerful abdominal muscles. Her eyes glittered darkly at him as she nuzzled a cheek against Walter's neck.
With a low moan, Dan gathered his legs beneath himself and rocked forward onto his knees, one hand braced on Laurie's thigh and the other tangling into Walter's hair. He kissed Laurie searingly, their tongues sliding wetly together, before tasting the patch of skin she had just abandoned.
"Agh," Walter's breath puffed hot against the back of his neck, "Pl-plea-"
Dan kissed a long line down Walter's throat, feeling deliciously debauched and reveling in the bob of Adam's apple and low whine which buzzed against his lips. Laurie helped him coax knobby knees down from their defensive position and they both worked together to spread Walter's tensed legs until his feet rested against the outsides of Laurie's calves. Dan crawled closer into the empty space, rubbing his fingers more urgently across muscle and bone which had once been buried away under impenetrable layers of clothing, grime, and a defensive stench which effectively kept everyone away.
"You're good, Walter," Dan murmured, one step past caring just how crazy and depraved they all were for this.
"Good boy," Laurie agreed in his other ear, her skin flushed with power and arousal.
Dan knew the exact moment when her hands must have freed his erection by the way the entire mattress shook from the desperate buck of his hips.
"Maybe, Dan," she suggested silkily, "you could help demonstrate. You're such a good teacher."
His vision swirled with little green sparks as if he'd just stood up too fast, his hands fumbling for his painfully neglected erection, releasing a whimpering moan when he finally looked to see Walter's straining cock encircled by Laurie's thin fingers and the red blush of arousal spreading up his belly and across his cheeks. Walter's jaw was tight in an attempt to hide quiet, breathy moans, but his entire attention was riveted on Daniel's fingers.
Dan shamelessly stroked himself at the sight before him and the thought that he was performing for his old partner's pleasure, more out of his mind with lust than he had ever been, in costume or out of costume. He swept his thumb through the already copious fluid at the head and exhaled a sharp groan along with Walter when Laurie perfectly mirrored the movement. Walter's hands, so far clenched in tight fists against his hips, suddenly uncurled to drag Dan forward, and the contact came so close to bringing him to orgasm that he had to release himself, bracing his hands on his partners' bodies and dragging in deep gasps of breath.
Laurie wrapped her arm around the back of his neck, pulling him closer with the crook of her elbow as they huddled together. All those people, all those people were gone and it could have been any one of them who'd been in New York that day, it nearly was all of them as they scrambled through the snow in Antarctica toward the gliders, it could be any of them any day when Veidt found them. Dan cradled the back of Walter's neck, joining his fingers with Laurie's on the slick, taut, impossibly heated skin as Walter whined desperately.
His muscles were tightened as if he were resisting orgasm through pure force of will, but his choked moans became louder and louder until he let his mouth fall open to cry out his crescendoing need.
Walter's hand slid away from Daniel's back to clench in a protective shield over his own face, and Dan knew he had to be close. Laurie's unoccupied arm slid away back toward herself and into a much more interesting angle, her short hair clinging against sweaty skin.
"Come on," he urged softly, twisting his and Laurie's hands faster in a grinding rhythm.
"Such a good boy," Laurie coaxed, her voice husky and shaky. "You're doing so well."
Walter's entire body quaked violently before four frantic thrusts brought him to a shattering climax, thick streams of come painting Dan's chest and his own stomach.
Moaning at the look of pure ecstasy he had glimpsed between clenched fingers, Dan spilled himself onto the mattress almost as soon as he brought his hand back to himself, and Laurie's sharp, shuddering cry followed after while he was still willing his heart rate down to something below a thousand beats per minute.
No one said a word, and Walter's body was finally loose and slack, sagging at the spine and tipping them all backwards until they lay together in an awkward tangle.
Dan pulled the both of them closer toward him as they gasped for breath, needing them both near.
And really, who could blame him?