Veidt's Enterprises
Fandom: Watchmen
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Adrian/Eddie, Dan/Laurie
Summary: The world is abuzz with news of Adrian Veidt's sex tape, and Laurie's one of the lucky few to find a copy. Written for a prompt on the Kinkmeme.
The front door opened with a bang, letting in a blast of December air and a ruddy-faced, disheveled Laurie. Dan stopped on his way to the living room to look her over, frowning.
“Hey, what happened? You were gone so long, I got worried.”
“Sorry,” She said. “I got…distracted.”
“Oh yeah?” Dan asked. He followed her into the kitchen and started pulling groceries from the plastic bags she lined up on the table. “By what?”
She grinned and moved to help him. Her hands twitched as she worked, like she was over wound and the tension kept escaping in little bursts. “You'll see.”
Dan arched an eyebrow. “Really? I can't imagine what's so exciting between here and the corner store.”
She shrugged and started humming.
It took Dan two more bags to find it. At first he wondered why she'd gotten deli meats, because they had plenty of them in the fridge. Then he squeezed the paper-wrapped object and realized that it was too rigid to be food, or at least, not fresh food.
“Hey, Laurie? What is-”
“Open it!” She said.
“I- wow, okay. Now I really want to know…oh my god.”
“Yes.”
“Laurie. You didn't.”
“Yes.”
“Laurie. Please tell me you didn't.”
“Yes!” She laughed. Then she looked at his face. “Okay, Dan, look. I know what you think. But it was there. It was just there at the porn store, sitting in the window, taunting me. How could I not?”
“Easy! You keep walking past and pretend you didn't see it!”
“But look at it! Don't you want to know? Aren't you curious?”
“I-no!”
“Hah! You hesitated. You do want to watch it. Admit it.”
“He's our friend, Laurie.”
“Well, yeah.” She admitted, a little sullenly. Then she brightened. “But look at it this way- if he ever tries to talk to us about it, we'll have an actual point of reference!”
“You're horrible.”
She sighed. Dan could see the energy leaking out of her ounce by ounce. “Okay, Dan, look. If you really don't want to watch it, that's fine. I'll- I mean, I can't return it, but I could. I don't know. Snap it and throw it in the bin, I guess?”
Dan looked at the tape. The words “Veidt's Enterprises: Volume I“ stared back at him in large, purple lettering, while grainy photos that he could only assume were freeze frames from the video were splashed across the space beneath it. There was nothing too offensive in the shots themselves, but there was certainly enough to let anyone who grabbed it know just what they were getting into.
“I heard this thing was expensive.” Dan muttered.
“Forty bucks.” She said. “And it was their last copy, too.”
“You paid forty bucks for this?”
She shrugged.
Dan dragged a hand across his face.
“I don't know, Laurie. This feels kind of weird.”
“Dan, I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to.”
“Thank you.”
“I, however, am a horrible person, as has already been established, and I intend to get what I paid for. And if I hear you waxing poetic about what might have been if I destroy this thing without you watching it, just remember this conversation and who was at fault.”
He stared at the tape. Then at Laurie. Then at the tape again. Finally, with a heavy sigh, he handed it to her.
“All right. Fine. Go put it in. I'll bring the Chex mix.”
She let out a whoop and nearly ran out of the room.
***
“Why are we doing this again?”
“Because…”
A palm cupped the lens, and what little of the room could be seen dipped and shook wildly for a moment. Then the hand disappeared to be replaced by Adrian's ghoulish, white-eyed face.
“How does it look?”
“Huh? Oh. Good, I guess? You just want it aimed at the bed, right? Hard to tell with your head in the way.”
Adrian stepped aside, and the fuzzy green outlines of furniture in night vision once again filled the frame.
“Yeah, it's good.” Blake said.
Adrian rubbed his chin. “Maybe I should zoom in more…”
“Hell, you want to start writing up a shot list too? We're supposed to be fucking, Ozy, not filming a documentary. And by the way, the urge is waning.”
His hand moved, and a bright spot of light hovered in front of his face.
“Put that out, will you? And I'm coming, don't worry. Just let me-”
He closed in on the camera again. More jiggling, then the lines of his palm shot into focus.
“There,” Adrian said. “Better.”
“Are you ready now?”
“Yes, yes.”
As he walked Adrian shrugged off his robe and flung it aside.
“Nice ass.” Laurie said. Dan couldn't even feel insulted. The guy looked like he'd commissioned his body from Donatello. Hell, if Adrian had ever come on to him looking like that, Dan would've given it some serious thought.
“I still can't believe we're watching this.”
“There's still time to leave.”
Dan glared at her, and motioned for the Chex.
“Yeah,” She said, “That's what I thought.”
Blake made a low, appreciative noise. He gestured towards the floor, but Adrian shook his head and jerked his chin towards the bed.
“Sit up and spread your legs. It'll be easier to see.”
Blake snorted, but obeyed. “What, are we gonna be playing to the camera all night now?”
“You don't think it's sexy? Not even a little?” Adrian asked as he settled between Blake's legs.
“When I get to watch it? Maybe. But filming it? Not so-ah!”
“Jesus!” Laurie laughed, and a few Chex tumbled to the sofa cushion as her thigh jerked the bowl up. “What's he trying to do, impale his skull with it? Look at- I don't believe it! In one shot!”
“Doesn't that hurt?” Dan cringed, bringing a hand to his throat.
“Deep throating? Not once you're used to it. But that, geez-”
“I'm guessing he's pretty used to it, then.”
Adrian slid up enough to take just Blake's head in his mouth. The fingers of one hand curled around Blake's shaft, and Adrian jerked him in short, even movements while his tongue trailed wide cirlces around Blake's flesh.
Blake slouched against the headboard with a sigh. His mouth was slack, but every so often it scrunched and twisted like he was biting the inside of his lip. Adrian murmured something around his cock; it was difficult to make out in the video, but whatever it was made Blake smirk and stroke the back of Adrian's neck before his fingers wound upwards into his hair. Adrian seemed to freeze for a moment, and his head twitched sideways ever so slightly. He shot a glare at Blake, but there was too much lust in it to be really threatening.
“Don't give me that.” Blake said. “You know damn well you like it.”
Adrian didn't say anything, either because he had no retort or because Blake had used his new advantage to drive Adrian throat deep on his cock again, then further still, until finally Adrian made a mrrph! sound and scratched at his thighs. When Blake tugged him up Adrian gasped, but he didn't complain when Blake did it again almost right away. Even as he choked, Adrian's hands snaked between Blake's ass and the pillows to pull his hips further towards him.
“Wow.” Said Dan. “I-wow. Who knew Adrian was into that?”
“I imagine they get up to worse than this.” Laurie said. “He's way too complacent for this to be a new thing between them. Adrian, that is.”
Blake had apparently grown weary of his game, and he directed Adrian's attention to his balls instead. Obediently Adrian sucked first one, then the other, into his mouth, and prodded them with his tongue while Blake stroked his own cock with one hand, and with the other scrached and thumbed his nipples. He sighed through his nose and eventually let out a low, rumbling groan that made the back of Dan's ears flush the way they always did when he got excited.
He squirmed against the sofa cushions. He was not getting off on watching a teammate's private moments, especially not when they were stolen. He respected Adrian too much for that.
But not enough to refuse to watch it.
“Enough.” Said Blake suddenly. Then, “Up.”
Adrian didn't have much time to react before Blake grabbed his hair again and tugged until Adrian had clambered over his chest. Another yank had Adrian's head angled to the right, and Blake leaned in.
They didn't so much kiss as attack. Dan thought of large, dangerous creatures at play, always stopping short of a killing blow but making sure their partner knew how easy it would be to leave them gutted on the sand. Every so often one of them would break away to bite the shell of an ear, the curve of a jaw, the knob of an Adam's Apple. Blake hissed suddenly, and Dan realized it was because Adrian had dragged his nails down his back. The latter grinned wickedly, but Blake just sneered as his hand dove between them and grasped them both at once.
Adrian made a high, needy sound and crushed himself Blake's chest, grinding his hips forward and gripping Blake's shoulder for balance.
Blake looked around. Then, frowning:
“Where'd you put it?”
“Huh? Oh. Oh, it's in the, ah, nightstand. I forgot, with the camera- no, the other nightstand.”
Blake bumped Adrian back with an elbow and leaned to the side. He fiddled with something in a drawer, and when he sat up again he held two slick fingers aloft and gestured with his chin for Adrian to resume.
“Damn.” Laurie said, as Adrian stilled long enough for Blake to work his fingers into him. Dan glanced over. At some point in the last few minutes the Chex bowl had migrated to the end table, and she was squeezing her thighs together and shifting against the cushions.
Adrian started making a series of breathy noises that tried to be words and fell short halfway there. His torso jerked wildly, torn between thrusting into Blake's grip and burrowing down against his probing fingers. Blake pressed his lips to his neck and started murmuring something that, judging by the tone, was a long string of dirty talk. Adrian kept scrunching his face up and whimpering through the whole thing, and yelping every so often as Blake's fingers shifted around inside him.
“Come on, baby.” Blake said, finally loud enough to hear. “You're almost there. Just a little more, come on-”
“E-Eddie-”
“Come on-”
Blake twisted his hand, and Adrian cried out and arched so suddenly that Blake had throw out an arm to keep him from falling onto the mattress. Adrian shuddered with his head thrown back and his mouth moving soundlessly.
After a while, he recovered enough to slump and let his forehead drop against Blake's shoulder.
“Good?” Blake laughed.
“Mhm.” Adrian glanced down, and slid his fingers around Blake's cock. A few moments later Blake grit his teeth, snarled, and dug his fingers against the ridge of Adrian's spine.
Their breath seemed loud in the sleepy, post-coitus silence that followed. Then the TV made a burst of noise like someone had started to play a record backward, and the screen filled with static.
“What happened?”
“The end of volume one.” Laurie said. She plucked the VCR and TV remotes from the table and switched them off.
“There's more than one?”
She tapped the cover of the VHS. “There's five! Didn't you read the article?”
“Laurie, don't.”
“Don't what?” She blinked innocently.
“Don't get the rest. I know that look. I mean, I know I watched this one, but really-”
“Oh, relax Dan.” She waved the cover at him. “I won't. One was more than enough for me. I like the star, but the supporting actor is kind of a dick.”
Dan snorted.
“In any case,” She said, “We'll see how long these last. Since the originals were stolen property, Adrian's attorneys are swarming over every distributor they can find who has a copy of the thing. I give it six months before it becomes quite the collector's item,. That's probably why it's so damned hard to find in the first place.”
“…We should probably get rid of it.”
“Yeah. Later.”
“Why later? Laurie-”
“Because now,” She said, standing and heading towards the stairwell. “I'm horny as fuck, and I know you are too.”
She glanced down at his lap.
“I-but-oh, hell. Laurie, you're terrible.”
She grinned. “I know. Now come on.”
As they went upstairs, Dan said:
“Hey, maybe I could pull my old camcorder out of the closet and we could-”
“Don't even think about it.”