Dark Delight (1/10): Hidden Signs (David/Charlie, Goth series)
Title: Dark Delight
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Pairing/Characters: David Sinclair/Charlie Eppes
Rating: FRAO, NC-17
Summary: David and Charlie carry on a secret Dom/sub relationship, as 'vampire' lord and his goth girl. Then David takes them to an event where they can play out their fantasies fully among others.
Part 1 of 10: Hidden Signs
Charlie is distracted during his presentation to the FBI team.
Sequel to: Goth Girl
Word Count: 1996
Part 1: Hidden Signs-
Charlie was writing an equation on the FBI whiteboard while explaining wavelet analysis-when he got the strong urge to pull up his shirt collar. He cleared his throat, yanked his eyes from where they wanted to go, and returned to the equation. Charlie had started wearing only collared shirts these days…to hide the bite marks that David left across his neck and shoulders.
Charlie felt a wave of arousal at the thought of those bites and had to clear his throat again. He quickly went through the remainder of the explanation then handed the whiteboard marker back to Don and reached for his insulated coffee cup. The cup had tea in it, but he didn’t want people to know that he’d stopped drinking coffee. ‘David doesn’t like the taste’ was not a reason he was going to share with anyone.
He answered Don’s questions with only 63% of his attention, but enough to help Don understand the implications - and the suspect - that the analysis led him to.
Charlie sat down, sipping his tea, and finally let his eyes go to David.
David was sitting back, listening quietly, as was his usual position. But then his eyes met Charlie’s and the light that flared there made Charlie’s heart pound.
Swallowing a gulp of tea, Charlie dragged his attention back to Don, but he could feel David’s look in his bones.
And more relevant body parts.
Charlie shifted in his chair so he could feel what else he was hiding under his clothes. He was wearing a pair of black lace and silk panties, a gift from David. He’d given Charlie a set of three and they felt so sensuous that Charlie wore them as often as he could sneak them through the washer at home. He was also wearing another David gift, an anal plug with a black crystal heart at the base. That plug had become second nature to Charlie, since David required that he wear it during the day, every day. They’d worked up to this plug, starting out with smaller plugs and shorter times, until Charlie now enjoyed the feel of pressure and stimulation all day. Charlie loved these hidden, intimate signs of David’s possession of him, though he wouldn’t have minded a more visible sign.
He pulled his shirt collar up again. He wanted to start wearing an unlined flat bra under his clothes, but he hadn’t had the nerve to shop for one. He fantasized about a lacy black bra to match his favorite underwear. It would be more likely to get accidentally seen than his panties, and he could only imagine how much his brother would tease him if he found out, but he still wanted to try it.
Beyond the panties for daily wear, Charlie was putting together a whole secret wardrobe, clothes he only wore when he and David were in private. He had the dress that he’d worn for Halloween, for the first night he caught David’s attention, and several other dresses and skirts. They were all black with dark purple or red accents. He had many pairs of lacy stockings, some thigh-high, some full-length. Activities with David tended to put runs in the stockings so he bought them in packs. He had several pairs of platform heels and gloves of varying lengths, some with lace and some with chains. He kept at least one full outfit at David’s, so he could show up in regular clothes and change and put on makeup in David’s bathroom. David would sit and watch the transformation from college professor to goth girl. He would be silent but his eyes would be dark with appreciation. Charlie didn’t know why dressing in such an extreme, artificial manner made him feel more like himself than anything ever had.
Only David understood.
Picking up a whiteboard marker to fiddle with, Charlie snuck a glance at David. His eyes were on Don, but his finger ran over his lips. Charlie jerked his gaze back to his marker as a frisson of arousal shot through him. David’s mouth could do such things to him, along with his fingers and…
Two days ago, on Saturday night, had been one of the most intense sexual experiences of Charlie’s life. He’d been David’s sex slave for almost seven months now but nothing had come close to this. David had driven him to such heights that Charlie had blacked out with pleasure. He hadn’t even known such a thing was possible. It had only been for a moment and David had taken care of him so beautifully afterwards. Sunday for Charlie had been spent in recovering - and remembering. Charlie had told his dad he wasn’t feeling well and spent the day in bed, reliving every moment in his mind. He hadn’t seen David since, though he could tell David had been thinking about it, too.
“I think we all have our marching orders,” Don said, breaking into Charlie’s reverie.
Don came over to Charlie. “You okay, buddy? Dad said you were sick this weekend and you seem a little… I don’t know.”
Don’s eyes flickered over to David before coming back to Charlie. Did Don suspect? Could Don possibly guess that his challenge for everyone to dress up for the office Halloween party had allowed Charlie to finally get David to notice him?
“Just a little bit of a cold,” Charlie told Don. “I just came in to brief you then I’m going home.”
“Good. I’ll let you know if I have any questions on this…” Don waved towards the equation on the whiteboard. “Wavelet thing.”
“Okay.”
Don looked at David again and then back at Charlie. After a moment, he shrugged and left the meeting room. Everyone else filed out as well, leaving just David and Charlie, sitting in chairs on opposite sides of the table. Charlie looked over at him.
“You were sick this weekend?” David asked, not looking at Charlie. “Are you alright?”
“Sure.”
“You’d tell me if you weren’t alright.” It wasn’t a question, but a command. David was speaking in the low, strong voice that he only did when they were in private.
Unsure about the shift in ground rules, Charlie said, “I was just resting.”
There was a pause and David smiled, though he was still not looking at Charlie. They had never in any way acknowledged their relationship before, except at David’s apartment or over David’s secret cellphone. Their unusual relationship had never leaked over into the office before, but David’s voice was that of his lord, not Agent Sinclair. Charlie waited, ready to follow David’s lead.
David said quietly, “I too needed to rest on Sunday. Perhaps next time we can… rest together, babybat.”
Charlie felt a fluttering sensation in his chest at the intimate nickname. “Oh, thank you, my l-David.” Charlie knew better than to call David ‘my lord’ in public, but with the reminder of Saturday’s activities, it just slipped out.
David nodded and stood up. His eyes finally came to rest on Charlie and they were heavy with knowing. Charlie felt a throbbing in his groin. The man standing across from him was his lord. Charlie felt himself slide into the role.
“David,” Charlie asked hoarsely. “May I go to the bathroom and give myself some relief?”
That was another key part of their arrangement - Charlie could not masturbate without permission. David had asked him if he wanted a chastity lock, but Charlie said he wanted to do it without one - and he had. Charlie often felt like masturbating, especially with memories of his time with David, but he always called David first. Sometimes David granted it, as long as Charlie told him everything he was thinking about while he touched himself. Twice David had told Charlie to film himself pleasuring himself with the large brown dildo that Charlie had used when sex with David was only a fantasy. But usually David told Charlie he could not, and Charlie had to live with his erection for at least the rest of the day before he could ask again - or he had private time with David. The delay was always worth it.
David walked around the table and stood looking down at Charlie. He murmured, “You may not.”
Charlie nodded. “I understand.”
“You must rest,” David said, his voice the low purr that did such things to Charlie’s equilibrium. “Until Friday night when you can kneel before me again.”
“Friday?” Charlie said. That seemed so far away. “All the way until Friday?”
David looked towards the door but no one was nearby. It was one of the few offices on the floor that didn’t have clear glass walls, so the door was the only visibility. David put one finger under Charlie’s chin and raised his face. “Are you questioning me?”
“Oh, no, my lord,” Charlie said fervently. “Forgive me.”
David smiled, and the promise in his smile made Charlie’s throat go dry. “Never doubt I will take care of you.”
The fluttering was back in Charlie’s chest and he could only gaze at David in adoration.
“You must call me David in public, though.”
Charlie nodded meekly.
David hesitated, then he sat in the chair next to Charlie. “In two weekends, eleven days from now, is a convention. It starts on Friday afternoon and goes through Sunday afternoon. I think it is time that I introduced you to more of my world.”
Charlie swallowed nervously. Wearing a costume at a Halloween party or in private was one thing, dressing up for public consumption at a convention was another. “Do you think I’m ready?”
“Yes.”
“Will I…fully dress up?”
“Every inch of you. You will get your body waxed, your hair done, and your eyebrows trimmed. Also, get those long fake eyelashes.”
“Yes, David.” He was really going to do this.
“You will wear dresses that show off your neck and shoulders.” David slid his hand over Charlie’s shoulder. Charlie shuddered in arousal as the fabric of his shirt brushed against the bruises and puncture scabs. David always bit him with the right pressure and in the right locations to cause the most sensation with the least damage.
David slid his hand to Charlie’s neck. “Everyone will see my marks on you and know that you are mine.”
Charlie had to squeeze his hands together to resist the urge to go on his knees in front of him right now. “I am yours.”
“I know.” His voice was a caress. “I will have a gift for you.”
“What is it?”
“A surprise. A reward for your…diligence.”
“Oh, thank you, David.” Charlie couldn’t imagine what it might be, but he knew that it would be wonderful. David always knew what he desired before he even knew himself.
“With you under my hand, I will be the envy of everyone there.”
Charlie stared at him and whispered, “Do you think so?”
“I know so.”
Charlie swallowed. David rarely said anything but commands when they were together, letting his hands and eyes express his admiration. His words right now were making Charlie’s body ache. “Do I really need to wait until Friday to show you my appreciation?”
David raised his eyebrows.
Charlie backpedaled. “I’m sorry, my-David, I didn’t mean to question you.”
Open door be damned, Charlie got to his knees and rested his head on David’s knee, baring his neck. He had never done this while wearing regular clothes, but he needed to show his contrition. Pleasing David gave Charlie great pleasure, and displeasing him gave Charlie almost physical pain.
“Stand up,” David snapped.
Charlie whimpered but followed instructions immediately.
“Shut the door.”
Charlie shut the door and stood, staring at it, trembling.
“Lock it and wedge the doorstop underneath it.”
Charlie did so.
David was silent for a long moment and Charlie could only wait for the consequences.
It was not what he expected.
“Show me what you are wearing under your jeans.”
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Pairing/Characters: David Sinclair/Charlie Eppes
Rating: FRAO, NC-17
Summary: David and Charlie carry on a secret Dom/sub relationship, as 'vampire' lord and his goth girl. Then David takes them to an event where they can play out their fantasies fully among others.
Part 1 of 10: Hidden Signs
Charlie is distracted during his presentation to the FBI team.
Sequel to: Goth Girl
Word Count: 1996
Part 1: Hidden Signs-
Charlie was writing an equation on the FBI whiteboard while explaining wavelet analysis-when he got the strong urge to pull up his shirt collar. He cleared his throat, yanked his eyes from where they wanted to go, and returned to the equation. Charlie had started wearing only collared shirts these days…to hide the bite marks that David left across his neck and shoulders.
Charlie felt a wave of arousal at the thought of those bites and had to clear his throat again. He quickly went through the remainder of the explanation then handed the whiteboard marker back to Don and reached for his insulated coffee cup. The cup had tea in it, but he didn’t want people to know that he’d stopped drinking coffee. ‘David doesn’t like the taste’ was not a reason he was going to share with anyone.
He answered Don’s questions with only 63% of his attention, but enough to help Don understand the implications - and the suspect - that the analysis led him to.
Charlie sat down, sipping his tea, and finally let his eyes go to David.
David was sitting back, listening quietly, as was his usual position. But then his eyes met Charlie’s and the light that flared there made Charlie’s heart pound.
Swallowing a gulp of tea, Charlie dragged his attention back to Don, but he could feel David’s look in his bones.
And more relevant body parts.
Charlie shifted in his chair so he could feel what else he was hiding under his clothes. He was wearing a pair of black lace and silk panties, a gift from David. He’d given Charlie a set of three and they felt so sensuous that Charlie wore them as often as he could sneak them through the washer at home. He was also wearing another David gift, an anal plug with a black crystal heart at the base. That plug had become second nature to Charlie, since David required that he wear it during the day, every day. They’d worked up to this plug, starting out with smaller plugs and shorter times, until Charlie now enjoyed the feel of pressure and stimulation all day. Charlie loved these hidden, intimate signs of David’s possession of him, though he wouldn’t have minded a more visible sign.
He pulled his shirt collar up again. He wanted to start wearing an unlined flat bra under his clothes, but he hadn’t had the nerve to shop for one. He fantasized about a lacy black bra to match his favorite underwear. It would be more likely to get accidentally seen than his panties, and he could only imagine how much his brother would tease him if he found out, but he still wanted to try it.
Beyond the panties for daily wear, Charlie was putting together a whole secret wardrobe, clothes he only wore when he and David were in private. He had the dress that he’d worn for Halloween, for the first night he caught David’s attention, and several other dresses and skirts. They were all black with dark purple or red accents. He had many pairs of lacy stockings, some thigh-high, some full-length. Activities with David tended to put runs in the stockings so he bought them in packs. He had several pairs of platform heels and gloves of varying lengths, some with lace and some with chains. He kept at least one full outfit at David’s, so he could show up in regular clothes and change and put on makeup in David’s bathroom. David would sit and watch the transformation from college professor to goth girl. He would be silent but his eyes would be dark with appreciation. Charlie didn’t know why dressing in such an extreme, artificial manner made him feel more like himself than anything ever had.
Only David understood.
Picking up a whiteboard marker to fiddle with, Charlie snuck a glance at David. His eyes were on Don, but his finger ran over his lips. Charlie jerked his gaze back to his marker as a frisson of arousal shot through him. David’s mouth could do such things to him, along with his fingers and…
Two days ago, on Saturday night, had been one of the most intense sexual experiences of Charlie’s life. He’d been David’s sex slave for almost seven months now but nothing had come close to this. David had driven him to such heights that Charlie had blacked out with pleasure. He hadn’t even known such a thing was possible. It had only been for a moment and David had taken care of him so beautifully afterwards. Sunday for Charlie had been spent in recovering - and remembering. Charlie had told his dad he wasn’t feeling well and spent the day in bed, reliving every moment in his mind. He hadn’t seen David since, though he could tell David had been thinking about it, too.
“I think we all have our marching orders,” Don said, breaking into Charlie’s reverie.
Don came over to Charlie. “You okay, buddy? Dad said you were sick this weekend and you seem a little… I don’t know.”
Don’s eyes flickered over to David before coming back to Charlie. Did Don suspect? Could Don possibly guess that his challenge for everyone to dress up for the office Halloween party had allowed Charlie to finally get David to notice him?
“Just a little bit of a cold,” Charlie told Don. “I just came in to brief you then I’m going home.”
“Good. I’ll let you know if I have any questions on this…” Don waved towards the equation on the whiteboard. “Wavelet thing.”
“Okay.”
Don looked at David again and then back at Charlie. After a moment, he shrugged and left the meeting room. Everyone else filed out as well, leaving just David and Charlie, sitting in chairs on opposite sides of the table. Charlie looked over at him.
“You were sick this weekend?” David asked, not looking at Charlie. “Are you alright?”
“Sure.”
“You’d tell me if you weren’t alright.” It wasn’t a question, but a command. David was speaking in the low, strong voice that he only did when they were in private.
Unsure about the shift in ground rules, Charlie said, “I was just resting.”
There was a pause and David smiled, though he was still not looking at Charlie. They had never in any way acknowledged their relationship before, except at David’s apartment or over David’s secret cellphone. Their unusual relationship had never leaked over into the office before, but David’s voice was that of his lord, not Agent Sinclair. Charlie waited, ready to follow David’s lead.
David said quietly, “I too needed to rest on Sunday. Perhaps next time we can… rest together, babybat.”
Charlie felt a fluttering sensation in his chest at the intimate nickname. “Oh, thank you, my l-David.” Charlie knew better than to call David ‘my lord’ in public, but with the reminder of Saturday’s activities, it just slipped out.
David nodded and stood up. His eyes finally came to rest on Charlie and they were heavy with knowing. Charlie felt a throbbing in his groin. The man standing across from him was his lord. Charlie felt himself slide into the role.
“David,” Charlie asked hoarsely. “May I go to the bathroom and give myself some relief?”
That was another key part of their arrangement - Charlie could not masturbate without permission. David had asked him if he wanted a chastity lock, but Charlie said he wanted to do it without one - and he had. Charlie often felt like masturbating, especially with memories of his time with David, but he always called David first. Sometimes David granted it, as long as Charlie told him everything he was thinking about while he touched himself. Twice David had told Charlie to film himself pleasuring himself with the large brown dildo that Charlie had used when sex with David was only a fantasy. But usually David told Charlie he could not, and Charlie had to live with his erection for at least the rest of the day before he could ask again - or he had private time with David. The delay was always worth it.
David walked around the table and stood looking down at Charlie. He murmured, “You may not.”
Charlie nodded. “I understand.”
“You must rest,” David said, his voice the low purr that did such things to Charlie’s equilibrium. “Until Friday night when you can kneel before me again.”
“Friday?” Charlie said. That seemed so far away. “All the way until Friday?”
David looked towards the door but no one was nearby. It was one of the few offices on the floor that didn’t have clear glass walls, so the door was the only visibility. David put one finger under Charlie’s chin and raised his face. “Are you questioning me?”
“Oh, no, my lord,” Charlie said fervently. “Forgive me.”
David smiled, and the promise in his smile made Charlie’s throat go dry. “Never doubt I will take care of you.”
The fluttering was back in Charlie’s chest and he could only gaze at David in adoration.
“You must call me David in public, though.”
Charlie nodded meekly.
David hesitated, then he sat in the chair next to Charlie. “In two weekends, eleven days from now, is a convention. It starts on Friday afternoon and goes through Sunday afternoon. I think it is time that I introduced you to more of my world.”
Charlie swallowed nervously. Wearing a costume at a Halloween party or in private was one thing, dressing up for public consumption at a convention was another. “Do you think I’m ready?”
“Yes.”
“Will I…fully dress up?”
“Every inch of you. You will get your body waxed, your hair done, and your eyebrows trimmed. Also, get those long fake eyelashes.”
“Yes, David.” He was really going to do this.
“You will wear dresses that show off your neck and shoulders.” David slid his hand over Charlie’s shoulder. Charlie shuddered in arousal as the fabric of his shirt brushed against the bruises and puncture scabs. David always bit him with the right pressure and in the right locations to cause the most sensation with the least damage.
David slid his hand to Charlie’s neck. “Everyone will see my marks on you and know that you are mine.”
Charlie had to squeeze his hands together to resist the urge to go on his knees in front of him right now. “I am yours.”
“I know.” His voice was a caress. “I will have a gift for you.”
“What is it?”
“A surprise. A reward for your…diligence.”
“Oh, thank you, David.” Charlie couldn’t imagine what it might be, but he knew that it would be wonderful. David always knew what he desired before he even knew himself.
“With you under my hand, I will be the envy of everyone there.”
Charlie stared at him and whispered, “Do you think so?”
“I know so.”
Charlie swallowed. David rarely said anything but commands when they were together, letting his hands and eyes express his admiration. His words right now were making Charlie’s body ache. “Do I really need to wait until Friday to show you my appreciation?”
David raised his eyebrows.
Charlie backpedaled. “I’m sorry, my-David, I didn’t mean to question you.”
Open door be damned, Charlie got to his knees and rested his head on David’s knee, baring his neck. He had never done this while wearing regular clothes, but he needed to show his contrition. Pleasing David gave Charlie great pleasure, and displeasing him gave Charlie almost physical pain.
“Stand up,” David snapped.
Charlie whimpered but followed instructions immediately.
“Shut the door.”
Charlie shut the door and stood, staring at it, trembling.
“Lock it and wedge the doorstop underneath it.”
Charlie did so.
David was silent for a long moment and Charlie could only wait for the consequences.
It was not what he expected.
“Show me what you are wearing under your jeans.”