Dark Delight (10/10): Transformation (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 10 of 10: Transfomation
Charlie and David become their other selves.
Sequel to: Goth Girl
Warning: Sexual Assault
Word Count: 2496
Part 10: Transformation
Charlie shut the bathroom door and stripped off his sleep clothing. He stared at himself in the mirror. The only trace of yesterday's outfit was his hair, still in the curly hairstyle, and his black fingernails. He thought about all the times that David had stroked his hair throughout the afternoon and evening and how soothing it was. He had felt like a great cat being stroked by his owner.
He met his own eyes in the mirror. Did he really have sex with over a dozen people last night? With David at his side?
Yes. He didn't regret it, but he did feel odd about it. How would he feel when he ran into these people in the halls of the convention?
Well, he would do what he did over and over last night - he would look to David. His lord had stayed by his side throughout the Feast, and Charlie had never felt at a loss of what to do. There had been so many people and so many options, but Charlie had been safe under David's control.
He looked down at the black ring on his finger. It was gorgeous and just what Charlie wanted. Once again, David had known what he would like before he himself knew it. He was never going to take it off.
Charlie smiled at himself in the mirror and got in the shower. He turned it on and started readying his body for his next outfit.
When he was rinsing the special dye-retaining shampoo out of his hair, he heard the bathroom door open.
"I'm opening the curtain," David called.
Charlie kept rinsing as he heard the curtain pulled back. David stood and watched him.
After Charlie finished and was reaching for the special conditioner, David said, "Turn slowly."
Charlie rotated around, feeling David's eyes scouring his body for damage that hadn't been obvious last night.
Charlie felt so taken care of.
When he finished his rotation, David nodded and closed the curtain.
After Charlie was done with his shower, he opened the curtain. David was still standing by the closed door. He held out a towel and Charlie dried himself off. Charlie then began his transformation. David stepped into the shower, took a quick shower himself, then dried off. Charlie grumbled under his breath at the fogging of the bathroom mirror.
He kept that to himself, though, as David wiped off a spot of mirror and neatened his goatee and shaved his head. Meanwhile, Charlie was carefully removing any beginnings of unwanted body hair of his own. David wrapped a towel around his lower body and sat on the edge of the tub to watch Charlie.
When Charlie had finished with his careful removal of unwanted body hair, he prepped his chest for the gluing on of the realistic breast forms that he'd only used once before. For most outfits, like yesterday's, he could use a pocket bra, where the breast forms were held inside a specially made bra. But that wouldn't work for today's outfit. He attached the breast forms carefully, step-by-step.
Charlie checked in the mirror how the breast forms looked. Though they were high quality and expensive, they were still artificial and awkward. He wished he had a magic wand to make them real.
To David, he asked softly, "Would you like it better if I had real breasts?"
David's face went carefully neutral. "Would you like it better?"
Charlie thought about going through his regular life with breasts, changing his wardrobe, dressing as a woman… He shook his head. "Though this dress would look better."
David held his eyes and said firmly, "Being a woman and cosplaying as a woman are two different things. Neither are wrong but they're not the same. If you wanted to dress as a woman every day, be known as a woman, I'd support you. But because you like to dress as a woman sometimes doesn't necessarily mean that is your gender all the time."
Charlie grimaced. "It was easier when I saw gender as an immutable biological binary."
"No doubt. But that doesn't reflect the truth about people, does it?"
Charlie shook his head. He looked back at his breast forms. If he had that magic wand, he would make his breasts real now - then use that wand to go back to a male chest after Sunday. As Lady Hightower had said, both parts were him.
Shaking off the pensive mood, he said to David, "My lord, I would like to surprise you, if I can. I love how you watch me transform, but today I would like to surprise you with my outfit. I've been working hard on preparing it."
David looked at him for a moment then nodded. He stood up and left the bathroom. He brought the garment bag that Charlie had laid out and hung it on the back of the door.
"Thank you," Charlie said. He walked out of the bathroom naked and got his makeup kit and a few other things. He gave David a slightly nervous smile and shut the bathroom door.
He turned and looked in the mirror. "Okay, you have a name now. Time to live up to it."
David dressed in today's outfit with care. He traded yesterday's black tailcoat for a burgundy one, and yesterday's burgundy brocade vest for a gold & black double-breasted one. This one had been custom made for him from a brocade that was covered with arcane symbols. Charlie was going to up his game today, so he better as well.
He traded his top hat for another, this one a bronze-colored velvet hat with gold lacing up the side. It had rivets and other steampunk accents. He carefully transferred the gears bat pin that Charlie had picked out for him in the Dealer's Room yesterday.
He put on his faux leather pants and the same boots as yesterday. Unlike Charlie, he'd only brought one pair of footwear. He reglued his vampire tooth caps.
Looking at himself in the large mirror in the bedroom area, he decided that he was ready. However, he had no doubt that Charlie still had a ways to go. He smiled to himself, sat down, and got out one of the graphic novels he'd bought yesterday.
He was just starting a collection of Storm stories, when he got a text.
It was from the Con ombudsman. /Gunn has checked out of the hotel and left the premises. /
David felt a wave of emotions - anger, guilt, relief, determination. This wasn't over for Gunn. Charlie didn't know but the ombudsman had given David a copy of her report, including the witness statement and contact information… as well as the real name and information about Gunn. After the convention was over, David would try again to convince Charlie to file a police report. Gunn had to pay. And Charlie had to heal. Charlie might think that he'd 'gotten over' it but David knew too much about sexual assault to believe that. He would be there to help Charlie however he needed.
He texted back. /Thanks for letting me know. I'll take it from here./
He put his phone down, took a long, deep breath, and pushed Gunn out of his mind for now.
A solid forty-five minutes later, the bathroom door opened. David looked up eagerly.
And his jaw dropped.
Charlie was wearing an all-black off-the-shoulder dress, with a brocade bustier that was fastened in the front with gold swing hook clasps. There was even the effect of pushup cleavage above the bustier. The sleeves of the dress started below Charlie's shoulder and went to his wrists. The sleeves were sheer lace, narrow along the arm and wide at the wrists. The lace was patterned with black roses. The skirt of the dress was also lace, poofed out at his hips to add to the curvy look. The front of the skirt ended at the top of his thighs, but the back went all the way to the floor. Except for a short opaque mini-shirt next to his skin, the rest of the many layers of lace were sheer, with the same rose pattern as the sleeves. His stockings were black sheer thigh-tops. His shoes had to be five inches tall, with the back of his foot rising four inches from his toes. The pumps had gold spike accents and with a heel that was in the shape of a gold ankh. His hair was gathered on top of his head in two artfully messy buns tied with gold ribbons, with hair extension curls that brushed his shoulders. Around his throat was a pendant on a gold chain, a black rose surrounded by thorns, all gilded with gold. His face was perfectly made up, with the face-sculpting effect he'd used yesterday plus sweeping dark red eye shadow with black thorny-vines twining about at the edges. His lipstick was also dark red with black outlines.
"Wow," David could only say.
Charlie smiled and did a slow turn for David's inspection. As he rotated, David noticed that through the sheer layers of the skirt, he could see the opaque mini-skirt was tight enough to show a bulge at Charlie's crotch. It wasn't obvious unless you were looking for it, but for David it made the outfit perfect.
David wanted to get to his knees and call Charlie his queen, but he was Lord Bronze.
"Ah, Ormolu," David said in a husky voice. "You make this ancient vampire thirstier than I can remember being in centuries."
Charlie beamed at him. "I am glad to please you, my lord. I am always eager to slake your thirst."
David shook his head regretfully. "You must save your strength for later, babybat."
"As you wish, my lord," Charlie said, but didn't look disappointed. He seemed to enjoy anticipation.
David slid the cuffs around Charlie's wrists and attached the chains. He stroked the ring. He couldn't have picked a better ring to go with this outfit if he'd tried. "I see you also you also like the rose & thorn motif."
"Yes, my lord."
David stood next to Charlie and looked at them both in the bedroom mirror. Only the heels on his boots kept him taller than Charlie. They were a perfect match. "We should enter the costume contest tonight."
"You think so, my lord?"
"We'd win the pairs category easily."
Charlie looked through his lashes at him. "Will we not be otherwise engaged, my lord?"
David frowned then felt a flash of arousal as he realized what Charlie meant. "You feel up to Night Two?"
"If my lord believes I will enjoy it, I know I will enjoy it. I trust you, always."
David looked at him thoughtfully, trying to see what was there instead of what he wanted to be there. Charlie at Night Two would be incredible, but there needed to be no doubt he was ready. A lot of it depended on how Charlie managed today with the memory of what he did last night. There was always next year.
"I will decide much later today if we do Night Two." He put his hand on Charlie's bare shoulder. "Do not worry about it."
Charlie nodded, his eyes on David's hand. David slid one finger under the chain of Charlie's necklace. "A gilded black rose, like the ormolu technique. You had the name already in mind?"
Charlie ducked his head shyly. "I had been thinking of it, my lord."
David ran his finger over Charlie's throat. Charlie raised his head, a lovely flush stealing over his skin.
David met Charlie's eyes in the mirror. "Shall we go down, Ormolu, and share our magnificence with the others?"
"I am your slave, my lord."
"You are my concubine."
Charlie's eyes lit up. David had been considering that word for a while and waited for the right moment to test it on Charlie. Looks like Charlie approved.
"I am your faithful concubine, my Lord."
"Yes, you are."
Smiling, Charlie got his convention badge and gave David his. David got his phone, wallet and Charlie's cuff key while Charlie attached his badge to his skirt. David thought the fancy badge holder that Charlie had gotten with the chains was a nice touch. Though that made him think of Charlie sitting down to put it on and instead being molested by Gunn.
Quietly, David said, "I want to tell you something then that is the last we will speak of it until the convention is over."
"My lord?"
"Gunn has checked out of the hotel and left the premises."
Charlie's smile vanished and David silently cursed Gunn's existence.
"That is past now," David said firmly. "Nothing or no one is going to damage this day or disturb you."
Charlie looked down and said, "Yes, my lord."
David put his finger under Charlie's chin and lifted it up. "I will take care of you, my acolyte. Believe this."
Charlie met his gaze and David saw the anxiety retreat from Charlie's face. "I believe this, my lord."
"Good." David released his chin. "Alright, Ormolu. When we leave this room, I will begin referring to you by female pronouns, until we return to this room. Tell me if this is what you still want."
"Yes," Charlie said, the sparkle returning to his eyes.
"We will go immediately to Member Services to get a new badge made for you."
Charlie nodded.
David continued, "After that we will go to the Art Show, where I'm going to put a bid on an item." He paused and looked at Charlie. How in sync were they? "Guess which item."
Charlie frowned thoughtfully, pursing his dark red lips. "The painting with the woman in the red dress with tentacles?"
Before David could reply, Charlie said, "No, the 3D model of the steampunk Batmobile."
David smiled. "Very good. I hope it isn't out of my price range already."
"If it is, I will steal it for you, my lord."
David chuckled. "I believe you would." He picked up Charlie's leash. Ormolu's leash. He held his-her eyes. "You have three words."
His acolyte stood, playing with the new ring on her finger. Finally, she said, "Us, this, perfect."
"Yes," David could only agree. "We are." And he didn't just mean their costumes and this day.
Ormolu smiled at him, her lovely dark lips curved, her elaborately made-up eyes shining, curls framing her beautiful face.
She took his breath away.
David opened the door for her and swallowed a few times until his voice was steady. "Walk in front of me, Ormolu. So I may gaze upon your loveliness and anticipate gorging upon your life blood."
She flushed with pleasure and stepped through the door. She might have found yesterday exciting, but David would pull out all the stops to make today even better.
He shut the door behind them and, joined as lord and concubine, they proceeded down the hall together.
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 10 of 10: Transfomation
Charlie and David become their other selves.
Sequel to: Goth Girl
Warning: Sexual Assault
Word Count: 2496
Part 10: Transformation
Charlie shut the bathroom door and stripped off his sleep clothing. He stared at himself in the mirror. The only trace of yesterday's outfit was his hair, still in the curly hairstyle, and his black fingernails. He thought about all the times that David had stroked his hair throughout the afternoon and evening and how soothing it was. He had felt like a great cat being stroked by his owner.
He met his own eyes in the mirror. Did he really have sex with over a dozen people last night? With David at his side?
Yes. He didn't regret it, but he did feel odd about it. How would he feel when he ran into these people in the halls of the convention?
Well, he would do what he did over and over last night - he would look to David. His lord had stayed by his side throughout the Feast, and Charlie had never felt at a loss of what to do. There had been so many people and so many options, but Charlie had been safe under David's control.
He looked down at the black ring on his finger. It was gorgeous and just what Charlie wanted. Once again, David had known what he would like before he himself knew it. He was never going to take it off.
Charlie smiled at himself in the mirror and got in the shower. He turned it on and started readying his body for his next outfit.
When he was rinsing the special dye-retaining shampoo out of his hair, he heard the bathroom door open.
"I'm opening the curtain," David called.
Charlie kept rinsing as he heard the curtain pulled back. David stood and watched him.
After Charlie finished and was reaching for the special conditioner, David said, "Turn slowly."
Charlie rotated around, feeling David's eyes scouring his body for damage that hadn't been obvious last night.
Charlie felt so taken care of.
When he finished his rotation, David nodded and closed the curtain.
After Charlie was done with his shower, he opened the curtain. David was still standing by the closed door. He held out a towel and Charlie dried himself off. Charlie then began his transformation. David stepped into the shower, took a quick shower himself, then dried off. Charlie grumbled under his breath at the fogging of the bathroom mirror.
He kept that to himself, though, as David wiped off a spot of mirror and neatened his goatee and shaved his head. Meanwhile, Charlie was carefully removing any beginnings of unwanted body hair of his own. David wrapped a towel around his lower body and sat on the edge of the tub to watch Charlie.
When Charlie had finished with his careful removal of unwanted body hair, he prepped his chest for the gluing on of the realistic breast forms that he'd only used once before. For most outfits, like yesterday's, he could use a pocket bra, where the breast forms were held inside a specially made bra. But that wouldn't work for today's outfit. He attached the breast forms carefully, step-by-step.
Charlie checked in the mirror how the breast forms looked. Though they were high quality and expensive, they were still artificial and awkward. He wished he had a magic wand to make them real.
To David, he asked softly, "Would you like it better if I had real breasts?"
David's face went carefully neutral. "Would you like it better?"
Charlie thought about going through his regular life with breasts, changing his wardrobe, dressing as a woman… He shook his head. "Though this dress would look better."
David held his eyes and said firmly, "Being a woman and cosplaying as a woman are two different things. Neither are wrong but they're not the same. If you wanted to dress as a woman every day, be known as a woman, I'd support you. But because you like to dress as a woman sometimes doesn't necessarily mean that is your gender all the time."
Charlie grimaced. "It was easier when I saw gender as an immutable biological binary."
"No doubt. But that doesn't reflect the truth about people, does it?"
Charlie shook his head. He looked back at his breast forms. If he had that magic wand, he would make his breasts real now - then use that wand to go back to a male chest after Sunday. As Lady Hightower had said, both parts were him.
Shaking off the pensive mood, he said to David, "My lord, I would like to surprise you, if I can. I love how you watch me transform, but today I would like to surprise you with my outfit. I've been working hard on preparing it."
David looked at him for a moment then nodded. He stood up and left the bathroom. He brought the garment bag that Charlie had laid out and hung it on the back of the door.
"Thank you," Charlie said. He walked out of the bathroom naked and got his makeup kit and a few other things. He gave David a slightly nervous smile and shut the bathroom door.
He turned and looked in the mirror. "Okay, you have a name now. Time to live up to it."
David dressed in today's outfit with care. He traded yesterday's black tailcoat for a burgundy one, and yesterday's burgundy brocade vest for a gold & black double-breasted one. This one had been custom made for him from a brocade that was covered with arcane symbols. Charlie was going to up his game today, so he better as well.
He traded his top hat for another, this one a bronze-colored velvet hat with gold lacing up the side. It had rivets and other steampunk accents. He carefully transferred the gears bat pin that Charlie had picked out for him in the Dealer's Room yesterday.
He put on his faux leather pants and the same boots as yesterday. Unlike Charlie, he'd only brought one pair of footwear. He reglued his vampire tooth caps.
Looking at himself in the large mirror in the bedroom area, he decided that he was ready. However, he had no doubt that Charlie still had a ways to go. He smiled to himself, sat down, and got out one of the graphic novels he'd bought yesterday.
He was just starting a collection of Storm stories, when he got a text.
It was from the Con ombudsman. /Gunn has checked out of the hotel and left the premises. /
David felt a wave of emotions - anger, guilt, relief, determination. This wasn't over for Gunn. Charlie didn't know but the ombudsman had given David a copy of her report, including the witness statement and contact information… as well as the real name and information about Gunn. After the convention was over, David would try again to convince Charlie to file a police report. Gunn had to pay. And Charlie had to heal. Charlie might think that he'd 'gotten over' it but David knew too much about sexual assault to believe that. He would be there to help Charlie however he needed.
He texted back. /Thanks for letting me know. I'll take it from here./
He put his phone down, took a long, deep breath, and pushed Gunn out of his mind for now.
A solid forty-five minutes later, the bathroom door opened. David looked up eagerly.
And his jaw dropped.
Charlie was wearing an all-black off-the-shoulder dress, with a brocade bustier that was fastened in the front with gold swing hook clasps. There was even the effect of pushup cleavage above the bustier. The sleeves of the dress started below Charlie's shoulder and went to his wrists. The sleeves were sheer lace, narrow along the arm and wide at the wrists. The lace was patterned with black roses. The skirt of the dress was also lace, poofed out at his hips to add to the curvy look. The front of the skirt ended at the top of his thighs, but the back went all the way to the floor. Except for a short opaque mini-shirt next to his skin, the rest of the many layers of lace were sheer, with the same rose pattern as the sleeves. His stockings were black sheer thigh-tops. His shoes had to be five inches tall, with the back of his foot rising four inches from his toes. The pumps had gold spike accents and with a heel that was in the shape of a gold ankh. His hair was gathered on top of his head in two artfully messy buns tied with gold ribbons, with hair extension curls that brushed his shoulders. Around his throat was a pendant on a gold chain, a black rose surrounded by thorns, all gilded with gold. His face was perfectly made up, with the face-sculpting effect he'd used yesterday plus sweeping dark red eye shadow with black thorny-vines twining about at the edges. His lipstick was also dark red with black outlines.
"Wow," David could only say.
Charlie smiled and did a slow turn for David's inspection. As he rotated, David noticed that through the sheer layers of the skirt, he could see the opaque mini-skirt was tight enough to show a bulge at Charlie's crotch. It wasn't obvious unless you were looking for it, but for David it made the outfit perfect.
David wanted to get to his knees and call Charlie his queen, but he was Lord Bronze.
"Ah, Ormolu," David said in a husky voice. "You make this ancient vampire thirstier than I can remember being in centuries."
Charlie beamed at him. "I am glad to please you, my lord. I am always eager to slake your thirst."
David shook his head regretfully. "You must save your strength for later, babybat."
"As you wish, my lord," Charlie said, but didn't look disappointed. He seemed to enjoy anticipation.
David slid the cuffs around Charlie's wrists and attached the chains. He stroked the ring. He couldn't have picked a better ring to go with this outfit if he'd tried. "I see you also you also like the rose & thorn motif."
"Yes, my lord."
David stood next to Charlie and looked at them both in the bedroom mirror. Only the heels on his boots kept him taller than Charlie. They were a perfect match. "We should enter the costume contest tonight."
"You think so, my lord?"
"We'd win the pairs category easily."
Charlie looked through his lashes at him. "Will we not be otherwise engaged, my lord?"
David frowned then felt a flash of arousal as he realized what Charlie meant. "You feel up to Night Two?"
"If my lord believes I will enjoy it, I know I will enjoy it. I trust you, always."
David looked at him thoughtfully, trying to see what was there instead of what he wanted to be there. Charlie at Night Two would be incredible, but there needed to be no doubt he was ready. A lot of it depended on how Charlie managed today with the memory of what he did last night. There was always next year.
"I will decide much later today if we do Night Two." He put his hand on Charlie's bare shoulder. "Do not worry about it."
Charlie nodded, his eyes on David's hand. David slid one finger under the chain of Charlie's necklace. "A gilded black rose, like the ormolu technique. You had the name already in mind?"
Charlie ducked his head shyly. "I had been thinking of it, my lord."
David ran his finger over Charlie's throat. Charlie raised his head, a lovely flush stealing over his skin.
David met Charlie's eyes in the mirror. "Shall we go down, Ormolu, and share our magnificence with the others?"
"I am your slave, my lord."
"You are my concubine."
Charlie's eyes lit up. David had been considering that word for a while and waited for the right moment to test it on Charlie. Looks like Charlie approved.
"I am your faithful concubine, my Lord."
"Yes, you are."
Smiling, Charlie got his convention badge and gave David his. David got his phone, wallet and Charlie's cuff key while Charlie attached his badge to his skirt. David thought the fancy badge holder that Charlie had gotten with the chains was a nice touch. Though that made him think of Charlie sitting down to put it on and instead being molested by Gunn.
Quietly, David said, "I want to tell you something then that is the last we will speak of it until the convention is over."
"My lord?"
"Gunn has checked out of the hotel and left the premises."
Charlie's smile vanished and David silently cursed Gunn's existence.
"That is past now," David said firmly. "Nothing or no one is going to damage this day or disturb you."
Charlie looked down and said, "Yes, my lord."
David put his finger under Charlie's chin and lifted it up. "I will take care of you, my acolyte. Believe this."
Charlie met his gaze and David saw the anxiety retreat from Charlie's face. "I believe this, my lord."
"Good." David released his chin. "Alright, Ormolu. When we leave this room, I will begin referring to you by female pronouns, until we return to this room. Tell me if this is what you still want."
"Yes," Charlie said, the sparkle returning to his eyes.
"We will go immediately to Member Services to get a new badge made for you."
Charlie nodded.
David continued, "After that we will go to the Art Show, where I'm going to put a bid on an item." He paused and looked at Charlie. How in sync were they? "Guess which item."
Charlie frowned thoughtfully, pursing his dark red lips. "The painting with the woman in the red dress with tentacles?"
Before David could reply, Charlie said, "No, the 3D model of the steampunk Batmobile."
David smiled. "Very good. I hope it isn't out of my price range already."
"If it is, I will steal it for you, my lord."
David chuckled. "I believe you would." He picked up Charlie's leash. Ormolu's leash. He held his-her eyes. "You have three words."
His acolyte stood, playing with the new ring on her finger. Finally, she said, "Us, this, perfect."
"Yes," David could only agree. "We are." And he didn't just mean their costumes and this day.
Ormolu smiled at him, her lovely dark lips curved, her elaborately made-up eyes shining, curls framing her beautiful face.
She took his breath away.
David opened the door for her and swallowed a few times until his voice was steady. "Walk in front of me, Ormolu. So I may gaze upon your loveliness and anticipate gorging upon your life blood."
She flushed with pleasure and stepped through the door. She might have found yesterday exciting, but David would pull out all the stops to make today even better.
He shut the door behind them and, joined as lord and concubine, they proceeded down the hall together.