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numb3rsflashficTitle: Inner Demons
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating/Category: NC17
Spoilers: Counterfeit Reality, Waste Not, Nine Wives
Summary: Don can't stop obsessing about sex with Charlie
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
It's a sickness.
He should commit himself or get some help, but there's not exactly a twelve step group for people who are addicted to having sex with their brother.
At first Don could justify skipping lunch, forgoing food in favor of a quick drive to Cal Sci and an even faster drive back to the office after bending Charlie over his desk.
He assured himself it wasn't affecting his work since he only begged Charlie for quick blow jobs in the car on the way back from crime scenes and not on the way there.
He started realizing he had a problem when he found himself encouraging his father to date Millie - whom he could barely stand - just to get him out of the house so he could have Charlie alone.
He knew he'd gone over the edge when the rush of almost being caught in semi-public places made him crave it all the more.
All of this goes through his head as he pushes Charlie into the handicapped stall at Gonzales and undoes his jeans with frantic hands, shoving them down to reveal his brother's bare ass.
He's been thinking about this since they closed the case - even before - but going out for drinks with the team afterwards is tradition, one he can't break.
But that doesn't mean he can wait either.
He quells Charlie's protests with a lubed finger, bending him forward as he undoes his own pants.
His cock is already painfully hard and he takes only a second to smear some lube on it before ramming it deep inside his brother.
His body flares to life as sexual electricity courses through him. This is the needle under his skin, his fix.
He lets out a groan before he pulls out and slams back in repeatedly, seeking nothing more than the slick hot sensation that rules his waking world.
Charlie whimpers a little, but by now he's used to how rough Don can be after a case, after it's been a while, after he's been chastising himself for wanting this too much.
Outside the stall they hear the bathroom door open. Voices are heard entering.
It's David and Colby.
Charlie tries to make Don stop, be quiet, but their casual chatter and sounds of urination just make Don fuck Charlie harder.
He claps a hand over his brother's mouth to keep him from crying out.
Charlie shudders with each thrust and he holds the lock on the stall door in place, fearful of detection.
Don bites his lip as Charlie's tension radiates down to his cock and he grasps him hard by the hip to hold him in place as the onslaught nears its conclusion.
He's lost in the slick sweetness of his addiction.
Each time the tight heat envelops him it's like a hit - pulling out is like withdrawal. The more he has the more he has to have.
He can feel Charlie squirming, trying to dislodge his hand from his face, and gets an idea.
He moves his hand so he can squeeze his brother's nose shut as well - cutting off all his airways with one hand.
Charlie's reaction is one of shock and Don wonders why he doesn’t just rip his hand away.
He realizes then that Charlie is holding the door because the lock is broken.
Colby or David could simply open the door and see them fucking.
Emboldened, Don ups his efforts as he moves his other hand to Charlie's straining cock.
He jerks him off brusquely, trying to get him to come quickly.
Charlie's body spasms, out of fear from lack of oxygen as well as his impending orgasm, and those spasms reach Don's cock, sending him over the edge.
He forgets himself and lets a moan escape, lost in the rush as he comes - barely noticing that Charlie's coming in his hand as well.
He's spent yet still in the throes when he hears David and Colby leave, the reminder of their presence giving him one last thrill.
Once they are gone Charlie pulls a hand from the door to rip Don's fingers away from his face, taking in great gulps of air.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he spits out angrily.
He pulls up his pants, cleans up in record time and disappears without another word.
As Don stands over the sink he looks in the cracked mirror, his bliss fading fast, replaced with an ugly reality.
He has a problem and now Charlie knows about it.
He stares at his reflection, finally facing the hard question he's been avoiding.
Does he actually love his little brother or is he just addicted to him?
As an FBI agent Don Eppes fears few things.
The answer to that question is one of them.
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Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating/Category: NC17
Spoilers: Counterfeit Reality, Waste Not, Nine Wives
Summary: Don can't stop obsessing about sex with Charlie
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
It's a sickness.
He should commit himself or get some help, but there's not exactly a twelve step group for people who are addicted to having sex with their brother.
At first Don could justify skipping lunch, forgoing food in favor of a quick drive to Cal Sci and an even faster drive back to the office after bending Charlie over his desk.
He assured himself it wasn't affecting his work since he only begged Charlie for quick blow jobs in the car on the way back from crime scenes and not on the way there.
He started realizing he had a problem when he found himself encouraging his father to date Millie - whom he could barely stand - just to get him out of the house so he could have Charlie alone.
He knew he'd gone over the edge when the rush of almost being caught in semi-public places made him crave it all the more.
All of this goes through his head as he pushes Charlie into the handicapped stall at Gonzales and undoes his jeans with frantic hands, shoving them down to reveal his brother's bare ass.
He's been thinking about this since they closed the case - even before - but going out for drinks with the team afterwards is tradition, one he can't break.
But that doesn't mean he can wait either.
He quells Charlie's protests with a lubed finger, bending him forward as he undoes his own pants.
His cock is already painfully hard and he takes only a second to smear some lube on it before ramming it deep inside his brother.
His body flares to life as sexual electricity courses through him. This is the needle under his skin, his fix.
He lets out a groan before he pulls out and slams back in repeatedly, seeking nothing more than the slick hot sensation that rules his waking world.
Charlie whimpers a little, but by now he's used to how rough Don can be after a case, after it's been a while, after he's been chastising himself for wanting this too much.
Outside the stall they hear the bathroom door open. Voices are heard entering.
It's David and Colby.
Charlie tries to make Don stop, be quiet, but their casual chatter and sounds of urination just make Don fuck Charlie harder.
He claps a hand over his brother's mouth to keep him from crying out.
Charlie shudders with each thrust and he holds the lock on the stall door in place, fearful of detection.
Don bites his lip as Charlie's tension radiates down to his cock and he grasps him hard by the hip to hold him in place as the onslaught nears its conclusion.
He's lost in the slick sweetness of his addiction.
Each time the tight heat envelops him it's like a hit - pulling out is like withdrawal. The more he has the more he has to have.
He can feel Charlie squirming, trying to dislodge his hand from his face, and gets an idea.
He moves his hand so he can squeeze his brother's nose shut as well - cutting off all his airways with one hand.
Charlie's reaction is one of shock and Don wonders why he doesn’t just rip his hand away.
He realizes then that Charlie is holding the door because the lock is broken.
Colby or David could simply open the door and see them fucking.
Emboldened, Don ups his efforts as he moves his other hand to Charlie's straining cock.
He jerks him off brusquely, trying to get him to come quickly.
Charlie's body spasms, out of fear from lack of oxygen as well as his impending orgasm, and those spasms reach Don's cock, sending him over the edge.
He forgets himself and lets a moan escape, lost in the rush as he comes - barely noticing that Charlie's coming in his hand as well.
He's spent yet still in the throes when he hears David and Colby leave, the reminder of their presence giving him one last thrill.
Once they are gone Charlie pulls a hand from the door to rip Don's fingers away from his face, taking in great gulps of air.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" he spits out angrily.
He pulls up his pants, cleans up in record time and disappears without another word.
As Don stands over the sink he looks in the cracked mirror, his bliss fading fast, replaced with an ugly reality.
He has a problem and now Charlie knows about it.
He stares at his reflection, finally facing the hard question he's been avoiding.
Does he actually love his little brother or is he just addicted to him?
As an FBI agent Don Eppes fears few things.
The answer to that question is one of them.
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