We Are Flesh and Blood Disintegrate
Feb. 12th, 2009 07:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flwrpwr_vampyreTitle: We Are Flesh and Blood Disintegrate
Pairing/Characters: The Comedian/Ozymandias
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con/rape
Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own Watchmen.
Summary: Adrian didn't usually enjoy the necessity of killing but there were exceptions to every rule and this would be one death that wouldn't weigh on his conscience in the slightest.
Notes: Dedicated to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
flowersofsin who wanted to see this pairing and so I'm finally posting the story. Beta'd by flying_monkees and thepansythug. For those of you who haven't read the graphic novel I'm not making up the beating, that did actually happen and I was disappointed that I didn't get to see it in the movie.
Adrian allowed himself a small smile. He didn't usually enjoy the necessity of killing but there were exceptions to every rule and this would be one death that wouldn't weigh on his conscience in the slightest. Despite the obvious reasons for enjoying this -Blake really was a monster- he had another reason that he'd been holding close to his chest for over twenty-five years.
~1958
Ozymandias looked at the man lounging against the wall. So this was the famous Comedian. It was easy to see why the man had the reputation he did; aggression and self-confidence just rolled off of him. The man was giving him a cocky, assured look and Ozymandias felt his jaw tighten.
He barely had time to move before the Comedian swung and he was clipped by the blow. He bit back the groan his throat automatically made and planted his feet to hit back. He felt the blow connect solidly, a jolt of pain shooting all the way up his arm and he hissed, his eyes flicking up to the Comedian's, which were crinkled in amusement.
“You're gonna have to do better then that kid,” he growled, his grin clear in his tone.
Ozymandias did his best but the fight was clearly not in his favor. Regardless of how he could analyze the moves and see how to beat the Comedian in the future he just didn't have the strength to do it it now. He noted the information to remember for the next time they fought and concentrated on minimizing the damage, even managing to get in a couple of blows that, while they didn't have an effect, did actually make contact.
By the time the other man was done Ozymandias was on the ground coughing up blood, ribs bruised and most likely a couple were broken and he was sure that by the way his face felt that his cheek was probably already black and blue. He stared up at the Comedian, sure that he must look ridiculous sprawled out on the ground of the alley, legs tangled in his cloak.
Then he noticed the look in the other's eyes and he froze. The Comedian knelt down in one smooth motion, crouching there as he looked over Ozymandias. It wasn't until a gloved hand reached out towards the unbruised side of his face that he managed to move, tried to scramble away. It was his cloak that stopped him, pinned down under his back and the Comedian grinned again.
“Always knew I liked fucking capes,” he drawled and Ozymandias actually felt his stomach drop as leather caressed his cheek and moved up to run through his hair. He started to flinch away and the hand tightened, effectively holding his head still as the Comedian's other hand slid open his belt.
“What- Good God, what are you doing?”
Eyebrows arched down at him and the grin grew wider.
"Woulda figured you'd know this." His tone was decidedly amused. “Been told you're a smart one.”
It took a second for his meaning to sink in and then Ozymandias realized exactly what the Comedian intended. He struck out with a well aimed punch that would have had the Comedian on his knees but the codpiece he was wearing was lined with something metal and Ozymandias cried out as his fist connected with it.
He only had time to glance up and see the Comedian's furious expression before the hand on his hair let go and stars exploded across his vision as a leather-clad palm slammed across his face. The force of the blow knocked him sideways and his head hit the pavement with a crack.
He wasn't even given a second to recover before he was yanked up by his hair, pain shooting through his scalp. By the time he could focus again it was on the Comedian stroking a rapidly hardening dick with a gloved hand and he could only whimper. Nothing in his life had prepared him for a situation like this and his usual sense of aloof detachment had completely abandoned him.
He groaned when the Comedian jerked his head up and tilted it so that their gazes met. Ozymandias flinched at the other man's look, a cross between fury and excitement.
“You fuckin' try that again or use your fuckin' teeth and I will kill you, you understand?”
Ozymandias attempted to nod, the movement a rough jerk that yanked at his hair. The Comedian looked satisfied though, his mouth stretching in that grin, cigar clenched firmly in his teeth. The cigar gave the moment a surreal edge for reasons Ozymandias couldn't place and then the Comedian shoved him down, the blunt head of his dick poking at Ozymandias's lips.
He actually had to pause and remember to breathe before he could bring himself to move and he went through everything he could have done differently as he slid his mouth over the hard length, roughly copying movements he'd only experienced from the other side. The Comedian groaned and the sound made Ozymandias's stomach twist, nausea rolling over him.
Pushing the feeling aside, he focused his whole attention on the job at hand. There was nothing he couldn't adapt to and overcome and this would be no exception. He figured out quickly that he could coordinate his tongue to the up and down movements the Comedian was letting him make and each slide over one spot was resulting in growls that he hoped meant this would be finished soon.
The hand in his hair tightened, jerking his head to a stop and he whimpered in pain around the length in his mouth. Then it was being thrust in, farther then he'd been able to take it in on his own and he gagged as it struck the back of his throat over and over. He clawed at the other man's hips, struggling to breathe as the movements got more brutal and then a bitter, stomach churning taste pumped into his mouth.
“Swallow it, now.”
And he obeyed, hands clutching at the Comedian as he shut his eyes against this last humiliation. It felt like it went on forever, the Comedian shuddering and snarling, a sound he knew he'd never be able to erase from his memory. He suddenly knew without a doubt that this is what he would associate with sex from this day forward, that no matter who he was with, this was what he would think of.
It ended very abruptly, the Comedian actually throwing him aside and he landed with enough force to knock the breath out of him. He blinked away the tears that automatically rose to his eyes and struggled to catch his breath, fighting the urge to wipe at his mouth, to spit away the taste.
He wasn't expecting the Comedian to loom back into his vision, hand outstretched to help him up. He stared at it for a second before pushing himself up slowly, one hand braced against the wall to steady himself once he was standing. He brushed his hair back into place, meeting the Comedian's smug gaze determinedly.
“Sorry about that, kid.” The man puffed on his cigar and gestured at Ozymandias' bloody knuckles. “Completely didn't get that you were one of us. Took immediate action to protect myself, you know how it goes.”
Ozymandias gritted his teeth, pushing himself off the wall. His entire body was going to be a mass of bruises and he refused to think past that. He had to focus here, work through the pain. They both knew that even if he told someone about what had happened here, no-one would believe him, Sally Jupiter's story aside. The Comedian was respected, one of the good guys and his story would be the one people listened to.
“One day.” He kept his voice calm as he rasped the words out. “One day you will pay for this.”
The sentence ended with him unable to hold back a cough and he winced at the blood that spattered onto his hand. He hadn't thought his words would seriously bother the Comedian and the man didn't disappoint, roaring with laughter and Ozymandias just smiled at him. The Comedian walked over, clapping a hand on his shoulder that nearly sent him to the ground again, his legs buckling at the pain.
“You can try.” The Comedian took a puff on his cigar and blew it into Ozymandias' face. “You're going to have to get a lot tougher then you were today kid.”
~1985
Adrian kicked open the door, the smell of cigar smoke once again filling his nostrils and he smiled at the Comedian's unsurprised expression. Yes, this was going to be very satisfying.
Pairing/Characters: The Comedian/Ozymandias
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-con/rape
Disclaimer: I obviously don’t own Watchmen.
Summary: Adrian didn't usually enjoy the necessity of killing but there were exceptions to every rule and this would be one death that wouldn't weigh on his conscience in the slightest.
Notes: Dedicated to
flowersofsin who wanted to see this pairing and so I'm finally posting the story. Beta'd by flying_monkees and thepansythug. For those of you who haven't read the graphic novel I'm not making up the beating, that did actually happen and I was disappointed that I didn't get to see it in the movie.Adrian allowed himself a small smile. He didn't usually enjoy the necessity of killing but there were exceptions to every rule and this would be one death that wouldn't weigh on his conscience in the slightest. Despite the obvious reasons for enjoying this -Blake really was a monster- he had another reason that he'd been holding close to his chest for over twenty-five years.
~1958
Ozymandias looked at the man lounging against the wall. So this was the famous Comedian. It was easy to see why the man had the reputation he did; aggression and self-confidence just rolled off of him. The man was giving him a cocky, assured look and Ozymandias felt his jaw tighten.
He barely had time to move before the Comedian swung and he was clipped by the blow. He bit back the groan his throat automatically made and planted his feet to hit back. He felt the blow connect solidly, a jolt of pain shooting all the way up his arm and he hissed, his eyes flicking up to the Comedian's, which were crinkled in amusement.
“You're gonna have to do better then that kid,” he growled, his grin clear in his tone.
Ozymandias did his best but the fight was clearly not in his favor. Regardless of how he could analyze the moves and see how to beat the Comedian in the future he just didn't have the strength to do it it now. He noted the information to remember for the next time they fought and concentrated on minimizing the damage, even managing to get in a couple of blows that, while they didn't have an effect, did actually make contact.
By the time the other man was done Ozymandias was on the ground coughing up blood, ribs bruised and most likely a couple were broken and he was sure that by the way his face felt that his cheek was probably already black and blue. He stared up at the Comedian, sure that he must look ridiculous sprawled out on the ground of the alley, legs tangled in his cloak.
Then he noticed the look in the other's eyes and he froze. The Comedian knelt down in one smooth motion, crouching there as he looked over Ozymandias. It wasn't until a gloved hand reached out towards the unbruised side of his face that he managed to move, tried to scramble away. It was his cloak that stopped him, pinned down under his back and the Comedian grinned again.
“Always knew I liked fucking capes,” he drawled and Ozymandias actually felt his stomach drop as leather caressed his cheek and moved up to run through his hair. He started to flinch away and the hand tightened, effectively holding his head still as the Comedian's other hand slid open his belt.
“What- Good God, what are you doing?”
Eyebrows arched down at him and the grin grew wider.
"Woulda figured you'd know this." His tone was decidedly amused. “Been told you're a smart one.”
It took a second for his meaning to sink in and then Ozymandias realized exactly what the Comedian intended. He struck out with a well aimed punch that would have had the Comedian on his knees but the codpiece he was wearing was lined with something metal and Ozymandias cried out as his fist connected with it.
He only had time to glance up and see the Comedian's furious expression before the hand on his hair let go and stars exploded across his vision as a leather-clad palm slammed across his face. The force of the blow knocked him sideways and his head hit the pavement with a crack.
He wasn't even given a second to recover before he was yanked up by his hair, pain shooting through his scalp. By the time he could focus again it was on the Comedian stroking a rapidly hardening dick with a gloved hand and he could only whimper. Nothing in his life had prepared him for a situation like this and his usual sense of aloof detachment had completely abandoned him.
He groaned when the Comedian jerked his head up and tilted it so that their gazes met. Ozymandias flinched at the other man's look, a cross between fury and excitement.
“You fuckin' try that again or use your fuckin' teeth and I will kill you, you understand?”
Ozymandias attempted to nod, the movement a rough jerk that yanked at his hair. The Comedian looked satisfied though, his mouth stretching in that grin, cigar clenched firmly in his teeth. The cigar gave the moment a surreal edge for reasons Ozymandias couldn't place and then the Comedian shoved him down, the blunt head of his dick poking at Ozymandias's lips.
He actually had to pause and remember to breathe before he could bring himself to move and he went through everything he could have done differently as he slid his mouth over the hard length, roughly copying movements he'd only experienced from the other side. The Comedian groaned and the sound made Ozymandias's stomach twist, nausea rolling over him.
Pushing the feeling aside, he focused his whole attention on the job at hand. There was nothing he couldn't adapt to and overcome and this would be no exception. He figured out quickly that he could coordinate his tongue to the up and down movements the Comedian was letting him make and each slide over one spot was resulting in growls that he hoped meant this would be finished soon.
The hand in his hair tightened, jerking his head to a stop and he whimpered in pain around the length in his mouth. Then it was being thrust in, farther then he'd been able to take it in on his own and he gagged as it struck the back of his throat over and over. He clawed at the other man's hips, struggling to breathe as the movements got more brutal and then a bitter, stomach churning taste pumped into his mouth.
“Swallow it, now.”
And he obeyed, hands clutching at the Comedian as he shut his eyes against this last humiliation. It felt like it went on forever, the Comedian shuddering and snarling, a sound he knew he'd never be able to erase from his memory. He suddenly knew without a doubt that this is what he would associate with sex from this day forward, that no matter who he was with, this was what he would think of.
It ended very abruptly, the Comedian actually throwing him aside and he landed with enough force to knock the breath out of him. He blinked away the tears that automatically rose to his eyes and struggled to catch his breath, fighting the urge to wipe at his mouth, to spit away the taste.
He wasn't expecting the Comedian to loom back into his vision, hand outstretched to help him up. He stared at it for a second before pushing himself up slowly, one hand braced against the wall to steady himself once he was standing. He brushed his hair back into place, meeting the Comedian's smug gaze determinedly.
“Sorry about that, kid.” The man puffed on his cigar and gestured at Ozymandias' bloody knuckles. “Completely didn't get that you were one of us. Took immediate action to protect myself, you know how it goes.”
Ozymandias gritted his teeth, pushing himself off the wall. His entire body was going to be a mass of bruises and he refused to think past that. He had to focus here, work through the pain. They both knew that even if he told someone about what had happened here, no-one would believe him, Sally Jupiter's story aside. The Comedian was respected, one of the good guys and his story would be the one people listened to.
“One day.” He kept his voice calm as he rasped the words out. “One day you will pay for this.”
The sentence ended with him unable to hold back a cough and he winced at the blood that spattered onto his hand. He hadn't thought his words would seriously bother the Comedian and the man didn't disappoint, roaring with laughter and Ozymandias just smiled at him. The Comedian walked over, clapping a hand on his shoulder that nearly sent him to the ground again, his legs buckling at the pain.
“You can try.” The Comedian took a puff on his cigar and blew it into Ozymandias' face. “You're going to have to get a lot tougher then you were today kid.”
~1985
Adrian kicked open the door, the smell of cigar smoke once again filling his nostrils and he smiled at the Comedian's unsurprised expression. Yes, this was going to be very satisfying.