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Title: Part of the Cycle
Pairing: Don/Charlie [which means incest]
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2629
Spoilers: Technically none really, but something said in "Sniper Zero" is mentioned.
Summary: They fit so perfectly, how could they ever stop?
Notes/Warnings: You could say the story was written after two prompts. The challenge itself obviously [which was last] but also something![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spikedluv said here. So the story is dedicated to her :-) Thanks go to the incredible starwatcher307 for her wonderful beta, as per usual *hugs*
The room was almost dark and almost silent.
Almost dark because Don hadn't turned the TV off; the movie that was showing dimly illuminated the area in front of it and gave an almost surreal look to the living room and to the scene that was unfolding within its walls.
Almost silent because, though Don had turned the volume down in a moment of lucidity, the wet sounds coming from between his legs resonated in the room - that, and the gasps and whispered encouragements that came from his own mouth.
He shuddered once more as Charlie's tongue ran along his cock. Don loved being teased - which his brother knew perfectly well - but he wanted that sexy mouth to take him again and he didn't want to wait. Don looked down at his brother and groaned at the sight. Charlie was peeking at him through his eyelashes. Long curls falling around his face added to his almost innocent look - though he wasn't fooling Don for a second - and he was now licking his lips as if he couldn't get enough of his lover's taste in his mouth.
That vision alone could have made Don come at this point. But he wasn't ready for that. He wanted Charlie to suck him for a little while longer; then, when he felt he was right at the edge, Don would push him against the floor and fuck him, fast and hard. Oh, he loved to come in Charlie's mouth and see him swallow every drop - there was something both so wrong and so right when the other man sucked him dry like that - but this time Don didn't want that; he wanted to bury himself in his brother now.
That is, once Charlie had blown him to his satisfaction.
Sprawled on the couch, tee-shirt rucked up to show a fair bit of skin, his jeans unbuttoned and pushed down enough to give both of them enough room to maneuver, Don knew he made an enticing picture - one that had made Charlie hard immediately. He hadn't even needed to order Charlie between his legs; his brother had knelt willingly, eagerly, wanting to show Don how he craved him - as always. Which was just fine with Don because he craved his brother's touch as well. There was nothing like Charlie caressing and kissing him, licking and tasting him. Nothing could really come close to what he felt when Charlie's body was so close to his own, when he felt the warm and eager touch on his own flushed skin.
Don also knew that Charlie wanted nothing more than to touch himself right now - but it wasn't allowed yet. Since Charlie was now licking his balls and kissing his cock instead of taking him deep as he had just a few seconds ago, Don suspected it was in retaliation - to show his big brother he might be obedient, but he wasn't happy with the order.
Don's chuckle came from deep within his throat. And people thought Charlie was the perpetual virgin? Right. Obviously they didn't know Charles Eppes as well as Don did.
A wave of possessiveness suddenly made him tighten the hold he had on his brother's head, which made Charlie stop what he was doing and look up, head slightly tilted to the side. He made one hell of a sexy picture like that, though this time Don was aware that it was completely genuine and Charlie wasn't deliberately trying to arouse him.
Don soothed the sting away, smiling at his brother, then reached a hand to Charlie's lips, following the contours of the mouth that had been blowing him with such enthusiasm.
Charlie watched Don without a word, apparently reveling in the silence between them, and licked the fingers presented to him. He smiled as Don applied a slight pressure on his head with the hand that was still firmly in place and Don knew his message had been received. Charlie opened his mouth and took him again, as deep as he could - which was pretty deep; the younger man was nothing if not an overachiever.
Don groaned again and arched up, driving his cock deeper in his brother's mouth, shuddering as Charlie's grip on his waist tightened in response. He'd told Charlie to put his hands there; he wanted to make sure his brother wouldn't touch himself but, more than that, he loved Charlie hands on him, period. His brother had the habit of drawing signs with his fingers on his skin - feather like touches - and it always drove Don crazy. He never knew what Charlie was writing on his body, if he was even writing anything, but it was just typical Charlie and Don loved to imagine the other man marking him with his beloved numbers.
Don liked to joke about how sucking cock might as well have been a mysterious and intriguing - as well as arousing - equation to solve for Charlie, which his brother never exactly denied. It still made Don laugh, even after all these years. Charlie certainly put everything he had in him when he gave head.
Don could almost picture Charlie's mind working at creating the best "environment" for the perfect blowjob. There were so many variables to consider, after all; you had to take into account the length and girth of the lover's dick and the sensibility of aforementioned lover. Then you had to gauge precisely how tight you needed to fist the hard cock to achieve optimal pleasure, calculate how long to tease with your tongue, measure how much of it you could swallow... it wasn't an easy feat. It also demanded practice. But considering Charlie's technique, it was an equation he'd mastered brilliantly.
"God, Charlie," he rasped. He was close. Too close.
He pulled Charlie away from him, feeling pleasure at the sound of protest that came from his brother, but he had other things in mind and he wouldn't let the younger man have his way. In any case, he knew Charlie would get with the program very quickly.
Don guided his lover to the floor and pushed him so that he was sprawled on his back. He made fast work of Charlie's clothes, stealing touches in the process because he couldn't not touch.
Once his brother was naked beneath him, Don didn't waste time undressing completely. He took off his shirt but only pushed his jeans down a little more; nothing mattered more than fucking Charlie and he wanted it now. He swiftly coated his fingers with the lube they'd put within reach before they even started making out that night, made sure he wouldn't hurt his brother more than necessary, more than was pleasurable and, before the younger man even had time to beg, Don drove home.
It didn't last long. Tonight wasn't about endurance, tonight was about immediate satisfaction. He fucked Charlie hard and fast and Charlie gave as good as he got. They were in total synch, knowing the steps of that particular dance by heart; they'd danced it many times before.
Cock sliding in and out of a quivering body, hands touching sweaty and flushed skin, gasps and whimpers, moans and grunts echoing loudly, so loudly, in the room... at this precise moment it was as if they existed only to give and take pleasure. And if the pleasure they shared killed them? Well, there were worse ways to die.
But they survived. Don doubted it for a moment after their respective climaxes, but his heart was beating so fast, he couldn't be dead. From the shivers that were still running through Charlie's body, matching the quivering he felt in his own, it seemed they'd both made it.
"Fuck, Charlie, that was -" He couldn't find a way to describe what he'd felt, but knew he'd be understood anyway.
"I know," was the whispered reply. A silence, then, "We're defeating statistics, I hope you realize, Don?"
Charlie sounded so fucking sexy right after he'd been fucked that Don never truly minded the math talk that was bound to ensue; he encouraged it, even.
"Really?"
"Really."
Charlie squirmed a bit under Don to make himself more comfortable, but it was clear he had no intention of letting his brother go. Which suited Don just fine as he didn't want to be let go yet. He knew he would have to pull out eventually, but for now, he was happy where he was - still inside the other body, connected, comfortable.
"Statistically, achieving so much perfection each time we have sex is, well, an anomaly. And you know, achieving perfection is an anomaly in and of itself."
Don chuckled at that and nuzzled Charlie's neck. "You just love that word."
"I do, yeah." He moaned as Don licked and nibbled at an earlobe. "And I also - I also love you and I love what we do. Inside the bedroom or outside, okay?"
Don frowned and stopped his teasing. "Hey buddy, I know that. I know."
"Yeah okay, but do you know, Don? 'Cause sometimes it just - it feels like you forget. Don't forget, all right?"
"This is because of what Dad said to me, isn't it? How you would never say no to me. I thought this discussion was over." Don kissed a flushed cheek, trying to lighten the mood that was quickly getting too serious for his liking. "And hey, I didn't ask you to suck my cock just to prove something to myself." Or Dad, a part of himself added, but he wasn't going to say that out loud.
"You didn't ask me; I didn't give you the time to."
"Right."
And since when did semantics go hand-in-hand with math, anyway? Though precision was a huge thing in Charlie's world.
"Okay let me rephrase that: I didn't mean to ask you to suck my cock to prove anything to myself."
"Yes, you did."
Don opened his mouth to object but couldn't find anything to say, so he just kept silent. If he was honest with himself, Charlie was right. He couldn't deny that, deep inside, he'd wanted to prove something - but what exactly? That Charlie couldn't, wouldn't ever say no to him, indeed? Or that he would...
"Okay I did. Maybe. But -"
"Wait Don. It's okay. Maybe I ah, wanted to prove something to you too. Dad is right; I won't say no to you."
"No buddy, don't say stuff like that."
Charlie frowned at that, looking serious. Well, more serious. "I'm not a kid, Don."
"I know, Charlie okay? I know that too."
Don definitely didn't like the direction the conversation was heading - and he also couldn't believe he was having that conversation while still sheathed within Charlie. He pulled out and kissed his brother to show him he wasn't angry, or whatever Charlie might think of the sudden separation. He sat back on his heels and rearranged his jeans...
Charlie, still naked but now sitting too - looking more comfortable than anyone had the right to in his situation - was apparently waiting patiently for Don to be ready to resume the conversation.
"Okay, I know you're not a kid, alright?" Don repeated. "If anyone knows, I know. But you do realize it's hitting a little too close to what Dad said, right?"
"No, it's not even close as a matter of fact." Charlie shifted closer to Don. "I have no intention of saying no to you because I know I won't need to. I - I know you wouldn't put me in such a situation."
"Now Charlie, that's - how can you say that after all you went through?"
"You can't control everything," Charlie said, shrugging - as if that, indeed, explained and excused it all. "I want to help. I want to be with you."
Don shook his head. He knew that. They'd had this conversation so many times already. It never ceased to amaze him how their co-dependency was both part of the solution and part of the problem. Because yeah, the feeling was certainly mutual.
He smiled softly and decided to concede the point. "And I guess I can't control you either, right?" He closed the distance between them and kissed Charlie lightly on the lips, showing his brother he'd been heard and understood.
They both knew this wasn't really the end of it. Doubts and fears that they were hurting the other were part of their relationship - more than any other relationship either of them had ever had, or ever expected to have - but it was a price they were both willing to pay. Still, the discussion was over for this time.
"Besides, aren't you the one who's always telling me to leave Dad out of the equation when we're together?" From the look on his face, it was clear Charlie wasn't comfortable with the thought but, again, it was another price they'd accepted - albeit with more difficulties than the rest. Their dad was such an integral part their life, he was such a big influence on them both, it killed them to hide this from him - and it killed them to think of the pain they would inflict on him, should their relationship be discovered one day.
"Charlie, fucking my brother is crazy - not to forget supposedly wrong enough, I don't need to mix Dad in all that," Don said to try and change the subject and bring it to something less serious again. Which failed as he cringed when he realized what he'd said. "Even joking about it sounds wrong." He ran a hand through his hair. "It just hit too close to home, is all." He shook his head, his mood suddenly far from the one he'd felt when he was making love to Charlie. "What a mess."
"But it's worth it, right? Right, Don?"
Charlie's voice alerted Don immediately. It wasn't the sexually confident lover who had brought him to climax just a few minutes ago who was asking, nor the confident partner who had just put him straight a few seconds ago either. It certainly wasn't the self-assured man who was looked up to for his genius and expertise. No, this was the man who was still in constant need to make sure he was accepted by his elder brother - loved even.
No matter what Charlie said, this was part of him. Maybe their dad wasn't so far off base, after all; it was just more complicated than he would ever know. Could ever know.
Don reacted immediately. He pressed his body hard against his brother's, pushing him against the floor once more, knowing what it always did to Charlie. The younger man started a soothing motion with a hand on Don's back, though exactly who it was supposed to soothe was unclear. Don kissed him deep and long, expressing all his love in the kiss. He could still taste himself on his brother, could taste Charlie... it felt so right.
They fit so perfectly; he would never give that up, give Charlie up. No matter how many times he thought he was supposed to.
"It's worth it, Charlie, never doubt that."
And truth was, they couldn't let go. They'd tried time and time again to stop things between them - and time and time again they'd found their ways back to each other: each other's lives, each other's arms and, ultimately, each other's beds.
None of the good resolutions they'd taken in the past had meant anything in the end.
Good resolutions... well, people took them and broke them. It was part of the cycle; they never lasted. And in their case, maybe they weren't meant to.
Fin
numb3rsflashfic is over so I can post my baby on my journal! *bounces*Title: Part of the Cycle
Pairing: Don/Charlie [which means incest]
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 2629
Spoilers: Technically none really, but something said in "Sniper Zero" is mentioned.
Summary: They fit so perfectly, how could they ever stop?
Notes/Warnings: You could say the story was written after two prompts. The challenge itself obviously [which was last] but also something
spikedluv said here. So the story is dedicated to her :-) Thanks go to the incredible starwatcher307 for her wonderful beta, as per usual *hugs*The room was almost dark and almost silent.
Almost dark because Don hadn't turned the TV off; the movie that was showing dimly illuminated the area in front of it and gave an almost surreal look to the living room and to the scene that was unfolding within its walls.
Almost silent because, though Don had turned the volume down in a moment of lucidity, the wet sounds coming from between his legs resonated in the room - that, and the gasps and whispered encouragements that came from his own mouth.
He shuddered once more as Charlie's tongue ran along his cock. Don loved being teased - which his brother knew perfectly well - but he wanted that sexy mouth to take him again and he didn't want to wait. Don looked down at his brother and groaned at the sight. Charlie was peeking at him through his eyelashes. Long curls falling around his face added to his almost innocent look - though he wasn't fooling Don for a second - and he was now licking his lips as if he couldn't get enough of his lover's taste in his mouth.
That vision alone could have made Don come at this point. But he wasn't ready for that. He wanted Charlie to suck him for a little while longer; then, when he felt he was right at the edge, Don would push him against the floor and fuck him, fast and hard. Oh, he loved to come in Charlie's mouth and see him swallow every drop - there was something both so wrong and so right when the other man sucked him dry like that - but this time Don didn't want that; he wanted to bury himself in his brother now.
That is, once Charlie had blown him to his satisfaction.
Sprawled on the couch, tee-shirt rucked up to show a fair bit of skin, his jeans unbuttoned and pushed down enough to give both of them enough room to maneuver, Don knew he made an enticing picture - one that had made Charlie hard immediately. He hadn't even needed to order Charlie between his legs; his brother had knelt willingly, eagerly, wanting to show Don how he craved him - as always. Which was just fine with Don because he craved his brother's touch as well. There was nothing like Charlie caressing and kissing him, licking and tasting him. Nothing could really come close to what he felt when Charlie's body was so close to his own, when he felt the warm and eager touch on his own flushed skin.
Don also knew that Charlie wanted nothing more than to touch himself right now - but it wasn't allowed yet. Since Charlie was now licking his balls and kissing his cock instead of taking him deep as he had just a few seconds ago, Don suspected it was in retaliation - to show his big brother he might be obedient, but he wasn't happy with the order.
Don's chuckle came from deep within his throat. And people thought Charlie was the perpetual virgin? Right. Obviously they didn't know Charles Eppes as well as Don did.
A wave of possessiveness suddenly made him tighten the hold he had on his brother's head, which made Charlie stop what he was doing and look up, head slightly tilted to the side. He made one hell of a sexy picture like that, though this time Don was aware that it was completely genuine and Charlie wasn't deliberately trying to arouse him.
Don soothed the sting away, smiling at his brother, then reached a hand to Charlie's lips, following the contours of the mouth that had been blowing him with such enthusiasm.
Charlie watched Don without a word, apparently reveling in the silence between them, and licked the fingers presented to him. He smiled as Don applied a slight pressure on his head with the hand that was still firmly in place and Don knew his message had been received. Charlie opened his mouth and took him again, as deep as he could - which was pretty deep; the younger man was nothing if not an overachiever.
Don groaned again and arched up, driving his cock deeper in his brother's mouth, shuddering as Charlie's grip on his waist tightened in response. He'd told Charlie to put his hands there; he wanted to make sure his brother wouldn't touch himself but, more than that, he loved Charlie hands on him, period. His brother had the habit of drawing signs with his fingers on his skin - feather like touches - and it always drove Don crazy. He never knew what Charlie was writing on his body, if he was even writing anything, but it was just typical Charlie and Don loved to imagine the other man marking him with his beloved numbers.
Don liked to joke about how sucking cock might as well have been a mysterious and intriguing - as well as arousing - equation to solve for Charlie, which his brother never exactly denied. It still made Don laugh, even after all these years. Charlie certainly put everything he had in him when he gave head.
Don could almost picture Charlie's mind working at creating the best "environment" for the perfect blowjob. There were so many variables to consider, after all; you had to take into account the length and girth of the lover's dick and the sensibility of aforementioned lover. Then you had to gauge precisely how tight you needed to fist the hard cock to achieve optimal pleasure, calculate how long to tease with your tongue, measure how much of it you could swallow... it wasn't an easy feat. It also demanded practice. But considering Charlie's technique, it was an equation he'd mastered brilliantly.
"God, Charlie," he rasped. He was close. Too close.
He pulled Charlie away from him, feeling pleasure at the sound of protest that came from his brother, but he had other things in mind and he wouldn't let the younger man have his way. In any case, he knew Charlie would get with the program very quickly.
Don guided his lover to the floor and pushed him so that he was sprawled on his back. He made fast work of Charlie's clothes, stealing touches in the process because he couldn't not touch.
Once his brother was naked beneath him, Don didn't waste time undressing completely. He took off his shirt but only pushed his jeans down a little more; nothing mattered more than fucking Charlie and he wanted it now. He swiftly coated his fingers with the lube they'd put within reach before they even started making out that night, made sure he wouldn't hurt his brother more than necessary, more than was pleasurable and, before the younger man even had time to beg, Don drove home.
It didn't last long. Tonight wasn't about endurance, tonight was about immediate satisfaction. He fucked Charlie hard and fast and Charlie gave as good as he got. They were in total synch, knowing the steps of that particular dance by heart; they'd danced it many times before.
Cock sliding in and out of a quivering body, hands touching sweaty and flushed skin, gasps and whimpers, moans and grunts echoing loudly, so loudly, in the room... at this precise moment it was as if they existed only to give and take pleasure. And if the pleasure they shared killed them? Well, there were worse ways to die.
But they survived. Don doubted it for a moment after their respective climaxes, but his heart was beating so fast, he couldn't be dead. From the shivers that were still running through Charlie's body, matching the quivering he felt in his own, it seemed they'd both made it.
"Fuck, Charlie, that was -" He couldn't find a way to describe what he'd felt, but knew he'd be understood anyway.
"I know," was the whispered reply. A silence, then, "We're defeating statistics, I hope you realize, Don?"
Charlie sounded so fucking sexy right after he'd been fucked that Don never truly minded the math talk that was bound to ensue; he encouraged it, even.
"Really?"
"Really."
Charlie squirmed a bit under Don to make himself more comfortable, but it was clear he had no intention of letting his brother go. Which suited Don just fine as he didn't want to be let go yet. He knew he would have to pull out eventually, but for now, he was happy where he was - still inside the other body, connected, comfortable.
"Statistically, achieving so much perfection each time we have sex is, well, an anomaly. And you know, achieving perfection is an anomaly in and of itself."
Don chuckled at that and nuzzled Charlie's neck. "You just love that word."
"I do, yeah." He moaned as Don licked and nibbled at an earlobe. "And I also - I also love you and I love what we do. Inside the bedroom or outside, okay?"
Don frowned and stopped his teasing. "Hey buddy, I know that. I know."
"Yeah okay, but do you know, Don? 'Cause sometimes it just - it feels like you forget. Don't forget, all right?"
"This is because of what Dad said to me, isn't it? How you would never say no to me. I thought this discussion was over." Don kissed a flushed cheek, trying to lighten the mood that was quickly getting too serious for his liking. "And hey, I didn't ask you to suck my cock just to prove something to myself." Or Dad, a part of himself added, but he wasn't going to say that out loud.
"You didn't ask me; I didn't give you the time to."
"Right."
And since when did semantics go hand-in-hand with math, anyway? Though precision was a huge thing in Charlie's world.
"Okay let me rephrase that: I didn't mean to ask you to suck my cock to prove anything to myself."
"Yes, you did."
Don opened his mouth to object but couldn't find anything to say, so he just kept silent. If he was honest with himself, Charlie was right. He couldn't deny that, deep inside, he'd wanted to prove something - but what exactly? That Charlie couldn't, wouldn't ever say no to him, indeed? Or that he would...
"Okay I did. Maybe. But -"
"Wait Don. It's okay. Maybe I ah, wanted to prove something to you too. Dad is right; I won't say no to you."
"No buddy, don't say stuff like that."
Charlie frowned at that, looking serious. Well, more serious. "I'm not a kid, Don."
"I know, Charlie okay? I know that too."
Don definitely didn't like the direction the conversation was heading - and he also couldn't believe he was having that conversation while still sheathed within Charlie. He pulled out and kissed his brother to show him he wasn't angry, or whatever Charlie might think of the sudden separation. He sat back on his heels and rearranged his jeans...
Charlie, still naked but now sitting too - looking more comfortable than anyone had the right to in his situation - was apparently waiting patiently for Don to be ready to resume the conversation.
"Okay, I know you're not a kid, alright?" Don repeated. "If anyone knows, I know. But you do realize it's hitting a little too close to what Dad said, right?"
"No, it's not even close as a matter of fact." Charlie shifted closer to Don. "I have no intention of saying no to you because I know I won't need to. I - I know you wouldn't put me in such a situation."
"Now Charlie, that's - how can you say that after all you went through?"
"You can't control everything," Charlie said, shrugging - as if that, indeed, explained and excused it all. "I want to help. I want to be with you."
Don shook his head. He knew that. They'd had this conversation so many times already. It never ceased to amaze him how their co-dependency was both part of the solution and part of the problem. Because yeah, the feeling was certainly mutual.
He smiled softly and decided to concede the point. "And I guess I can't control you either, right?" He closed the distance between them and kissed Charlie lightly on the lips, showing his brother he'd been heard and understood.
They both knew this wasn't really the end of it. Doubts and fears that they were hurting the other were part of their relationship - more than any other relationship either of them had ever had, or ever expected to have - but it was a price they were both willing to pay. Still, the discussion was over for this time.
"Besides, aren't you the one who's always telling me to leave Dad out of the equation when we're together?" From the look on his face, it was clear Charlie wasn't comfortable with the thought but, again, it was another price they'd accepted - albeit with more difficulties than the rest. Their dad was such an integral part their life, he was such a big influence on them both, it killed them to hide this from him - and it killed them to think of the pain they would inflict on him, should their relationship be discovered one day.
"Charlie, fucking my brother is crazy - not to forget supposedly wrong enough, I don't need to mix Dad in all that," Don said to try and change the subject and bring it to something less serious again. Which failed as he cringed when he realized what he'd said. "Even joking about it sounds wrong." He ran a hand through his hair. "It just hit too close to home, is all." He shook his head, his mood suddenly far from the one he'd felt when he was making love to Charlie. "What a mess."
"But it's worth it, right? Right, Don?"
Charlie's voice alerted Don immediately. It wasn't the sexually confident lover who had brought him to climax just a few minutes ago who was asking, nor the confident partner who had just put him straight a few seconds ago either. It certainly wasn't the self-assured man who was looked up to for his genius and expertise. No, this was the man who was still in constant need to make sure he was accepted by his elder brother - loved even.
No matter what Charlie said, this was part of him. Maybe their dad wasn't so far off base, after all; it was just more complicated than he would ever know. Could ever know.
Don reacted immediately. He pressed his body hard against his brother's, pushing him against the floor once more, knowing what it always did to Charlie. The younger man started a soothing motion with a hand on Don's back, though exactly who it was supposed to soothe was unclear. Don kissed him deep and long, expressing all his love in the kiss. He could still taste himself on his brother, could taste Charlie... it felt so right.
They fit so perfectly; he would never give that up, give Charlie up. No matter how many times he thought he was supposed to.
"It's worth it, Charlie, never doubt that."
And truth was, they couldn't let go. They'd tried time and time again to stop things between them - and time and time again they'd found their ways back to each other: each other's lives, each other's arms and, ultimately, each other's beds.
None of the good resolutions they'd taken in the past had meant anything in the end.
Good resolutions... well, people took them and broke them. It was part of the cycle; they never lasted. And in their case, maybe they weren't meant to.
Fin
