Control
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Category:
DC Verse Comics › Watchmen
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
2,169
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I don't own Watchmen, nor am I making any money from this fic.
Control
In this room we have no names, no masks, no identities. Just him and me and control.
I give him the control he needs in a world slipping out of it, and he takes away the control I've built up around me like another form of armor.
I don't know when this all started... well that's not exactly true, I could tell you the exact day I first offered him this thing we have and he accepted, but it had to start earlier than that. It's impossible that both of us at the exact same time just decided to give into a random whim.
He didn't trust me at first, especially when I told him we couldn't wear our masks. He almost left that first time but I managed to convince him to stay.
The next day I saw him standing on the corner with that ridiculous sign, saw the moment of fear when he thought that I'd talk with him, and the relief when I merely passed him by; dropping a few quarters into his hat without even acknowledging more of his existence than that.
Of course I did look him up after he left, learned all about his stints in various asylums before he was 18, the times he'd been arrested, his mother and his work history. I learned that the government had basically decided that Walter Kovacs had finally cracked when he'd given up his last job to wander the streets with a homemade sign.
But I digress.
In this room there is no Walter Kovacs, no Adrian Veidt and especially no Rorschach or Ozymandias. Just him and me and control.
What we have is (and I must stress this) NOT Love, nor is it exactly lust. It is simply need. Need for human contact that for reasons known only to ourselves we can't get anywhere else.
Sometimes we have sex and sometimes we just lay together and talk, trying to untangle the twisted mess in and outside of our heads. He's the first person since my parents died to see me cry. I'm the first person in his whole life to see exactly how deep his madness goes.
But then I can't really talk can I? You can't do what we do every night without being a little insane.
We're all mad here.
But here in this room with nothing but a bed and an adjoining bathing room, his accoutrements in an airtight box on the balcony, mine hung up in the closet, we can set aside everything for just a few moments.
He is wrong to trust me though. I'll betray him one day. Perhaps not directly, but one day he'll see me and know how terrible I truly am.
That is for another day.
Tonight I lie in his arms and wait for him to start talking.
Just him and me and control.
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I give him the control he needs in a world slipping out of it, and he takes away the control I've built up around me like another form of armor.
I don't know when this all started... well that's not exactly true, I could tell you the exact day I first offered him this thing we have and he accepted, but it had to start earlier than that. It's impossible that both of us at the exact same time just decided to give into a random whim.
He didn't trust me at first, especially when I told him we couldn't wear our masks. He almost left that first time but I managed to convince him to stay.
The next day I saw him standing on the corner with that ridiculous sign, saw the moment of fear when he thought that I'd talk with him, and the relief when I merely passed him by; dropping a few quarters into his hat without even acknowledging more of his existence than that.
Of course I did look him up after he left, learned all about his stints in various asylums before he was 18, the times he'd been arrested, his mother and his work history. I learned that the government had basically decided that Walter Kovacs had finally cracked when he'd given up his last job to wander the streets with a homemade sign.
But I digress.
In this room there is no Walter Kovacs, no Adrian Veidt and especially no Rorschach or Ozymandias. Just him and me and control.
What we have is (and I must stress this) NOT Love, nor is it exactly lust. It is simply need. Need for human contact that for reasons known only to ourselves we can't get anywhere else.
Sometimes we have sex and sometimes we just lay together and talk, trying to untangle the twisted mess in and outside of our heads. He's the first person since my parents died to see me cry. I'm the first person in his whole life to see exactly how deep his madness goes.
But then I can't really talk can I? You can't do what we do every night without being a little insane.
We're all mad here.
But here in this room with nothing but a bed and an adjoining bathing room, his accoutrements in an airtight box on the balcony, mine hung up in the closet, we can set aside everything for just a few moments.
He is wrong to trust me though. I'll betray him one day. Perhaps not directly, but one day he'll see me and know how terrible I truly am.
That is for another day.
Tonight I lie in his arms and wait for him to start talking.
Just him and me and control.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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