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M through R › NUMB3RS
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
Views:
5,521
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2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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Blind 2/3 - Lust
Title: Blind 2/3
Chapter title: Lust
Author: scots_rock
Prompt: # 068 Loss
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 715
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: Awesome
Summary: Don tries to comfort Charlie.
Warning for whole story: character death, incest, angst, sexual harassment, explicit language
Author's Notes: This is the rough part, Don is very dom, and Charlie is very sub, very very sub if you know what I mean. Some people may consider this rape, for me it’s just really rough and wild and fierce and violent pr0n.
“Charlie.”
He didn’t turn his head, just kept on staring at the black TV screen.
“Larry told me you were at the university today.”
He nodded along and closed his eyes.
Don went over to his brother and came to a halt next to him. Charlie felt his presence as always, felt the warmth Don spread across the room. It filled his soul, his heart and a lonely tear ran down his cheek.
“You make me cry.”, Charlie suddenly said and quickly brushed the tear away.
“I’m sorry.”
As soon as Don had put a hand on Charlie’s shoulder he stood up and went upstairs. Don followed him at once.
“I wanna be alone, Don!”, Charlie called annoyed and slammed the door to his bedroom shut behind him.
He kicked the drawer hard and paced around in the little room. Movement. No, not the answer. Numbers, he already had tried that. Not one correct solution. He needed to be distracted, needed to think of something else, of something not family related. Looking at Don right now would have made it even harder to get over Dad’s...leaving. It would have meant looking into the eyes of a past Charlie was eager to forget.
A knock at the door and Don entered silently.
“I don’t think you should be alone, Charlie.”
Charlie laughed bitterly.
“You mean you don’t want to be alone.”, he spat out his outraged state visible by his tightly clenched fists.
Don approached his brother and embraced him yet Charlie struggled and wriggled under Don’s touch.
“Let go, Don!”, he shouted furiously. “Just go!”
It didn’t matter whether he was quiet anymore. There was no one else here to scold him for disturbing someone’s sleep.
“Fuck off!” Charlie shoved Don away and glared at him. “Don’t come near me again.”
Don rubbed over his face. Charlie’s silence now spoke pages to him. The look on his brother’s face, the pain so obvious, the hurt, the misery. He wished he could take it all away, only for a short time, so that Charlie would have had the chance to think it all over, to calm down and then finally return to his life.
Again Don came towards Charlie and touched his arm, patted him softly. Charlie jerked but stayed where he was. Suddenly it all didn’t matter anymore, that he was alone, that everybody had left him, that Don was the only thing closest to a family he would ever have. Family. Not now. Don leaned over and kissed Charlie hard on the mouth. Charlie frowned, whimpered accusingly, a long gone memory returning to his senses, the strange feeling came back and re-entered Charlie’s veins through which blood was speeding. Eventually Charlie stopped complaining, stopped resisting and let it just be.
Don didn’t bother removing clothes, he just dropped Charlie’s and his own pants, bent his brother over the drawer and fucked him right up his ass. Charlie shut down completely, a numb expression on his face. He never, not once, closed his eyes. There was no mirror in front of him yet still he could see the reflection the two of them would make. His brother fucking him hard and fast, fully clothed, Charlie digging his fingernails into the wooden surface of the drawer, Don’s panting, Charlie’s silence. Pain was replaced by sickness, disgust, anger, hatred. He let himself being fucked. He had allowed Don to turn him around, to hold down his hands at first before the lust forced Don to free Charlie.
Charlie slumped down to the floor when they were done Don having released himself in his brother’s body. He heard the zipper of Don’s jeans being pulled up. He just lay there and tried to forget all this. The things he had done, the things Don had done, they had to be erased from his mind. He heard Don inhaling and knew he would start speaking.
“Don’t. Just leave.”
Don halted in the middle of a sentence Charlie would never hear, which he maybe never wanted to hear. After Don had left the room, the house, his life, Charlie got up, took a shower and turned the page. A new chapter of his life had just begun. A chapter without Don being mentioned once. And it was good that way.
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Chapter title: Lust
Author: scots_rock
Prompt: # 068 Loss
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 715
Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: Awesome
Summary: Don tries to comfort Charlie.
Warning for whole story: character death, incest, angst, sexual harassment, explicit language
Author's Notes: This is the rough part, Don is very dom, and Charlie is very sub, very very sub if you know what I mean. Some people may consider this rape, for me it’s just really rough and wild and fierce and violent pr0n.
“Charlie.”
He didn’t turn his head, just kept on staring at the black TV screen.
“Larry told me you were at the university today.”
He nodded along and closed his eyes.
Don went over to his brother and came to a halt next to him. Charlie felt his presence as always, felt the warmth Don spread across the room. It filled his soul, his heart and a lonely tear ran down his cheek.
“You make me cry.”, Charlie suddenly said and quickly brushed the tear away.
“I’m sorry.”
As soon as Don had put a hand on Charlie’s shoulder he stood up and went upstairs. Don followed him at once.
“I wanna be alone, Don!”, Charlie called annoyed and slammed the door to his bedroom shut behind him.
He kicked the drawer hard and paced around in the little room. Movement. No, not the answer. Numbers, he already had tried that. Not one correct solution. He needed to be distracted, needed to think of something else, of something not family related. Looking at Don right now would have made it even harder to get over Dad’s...leaving. It would have meant looking into the eyes of a past Charlie was eager to forget.
A knock at the door and Don entered silently.
“I don’t think you should be alone, Charlie.”
Charlie laughed bitterly.
“You mean you don’t want to be alone.”, he spat out his outraged state visible by his tightly clenched fists.
Don approached his brother and embraced him yet Charlie struggled and wriggled under Don’s touch.
“Let go, Don!”, he shouted furiously. “Just go!”
It didn’t matter whether he was quiet anymore. There was no one else here to scold him for disturbing someone’s sleep.
“Fuck off!” Charlie shoved Don away and glared at him. “Don’t come near me again.”
Don rubbed over his face. Charlie’s silence now spoke pages to him. The look on his brother’s face, the pain so obvious, the hurt, the misery. He wished he could take it all away, only for a short time, so that Charlie would have had the chance to think it all over, to calm down and then finally return to his life.
Again Don came towards Charlie and touched his arm, patted him softly. Charlie jerked but stayed where he was. Suddenly it all didn’t matter anymore, that he was alone, that everybody had left him, that Don was the only thing closest to a family he would ever have. Family. Not now. Don leaned over and kissed Charlie hard on the mouth. Charlie frowned, whimpered accusingly, a long gone memory returning to his senses, the strange feeling came back and re-entered Charlie’s veins through which blood was speeding. Eventually Charlie stopped complaining, stopped resisting and let it just be.
Don didn’t bother removing clothes, he just dropped Charlie’s and his own pants, bent his brother over the drawer and fucked him right up his ass. Charlie shut down completely, a numb expression on his face. He never, not once, closed his eyes. There was no mirror in front of him yet still he could see the reflection the two of them would make. His brother fucking him hard and fast, fully clothed, Charlie digging his fingernails into the wooden surface of the drawer, Don’s panting, Charlie’s silence. Pain was replaced by sickness, disgust, anger, hatred. He let himself being fucked. He had allowed Don to turn him around, to hold down his hands at first before the lust forced Don to free Charlie.
Charlie slumped down to the floor when they were done Don having released himself in his brother’s body. He heard the zipper of Don’s jeans being pulled up. He just lay there and tried to forget all this. The things he had done, the things Don had done, they had to be erased from his mind. He heard Don inhaling and knew he would start speaking.
“Don’t. Just leave.”
Don halted in the middle of a sentence Charlie would never hear, which he maybe never wanted to hear. After Don had left the room, the house, his life, Charlie got up, took a shower and turned the page. A new chapter of his life had just begun. A chapter without Don being mentioned once. And it was good that way.
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