Not Just Another FBI Girlfriend
Title: Not Just Another FBI Girlfriend
Author: deuxplumes: emmademarais & melissima
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Rating: R for sexual situations
Warnings: Incest
Spoilers: None
Summary: After a bad case, Charlie fights for the right to be what Don needs.
Disclaimer: Not ours, but we make them look good.
"So, I was thinking maybe a DVD tonight?" Charlie walked out of the bedroom to find Don sitting hunched over at the dining room table. Frowning, he laid a gentle hand on his brother's shoulder. "Hey, you okay?"
Don shied away from Charlie's touch, his grip tense on his beer bottle.
"You should just go on home. My head's not a good neighborhood right now. I don't want you around when things get ugly."
Charlie stiffened. "What happened to 'you're the one person I can tell anything to'?"
"You are, buddy. I just don't want you to have to hear it."
Charlie crossed his arms over his chest. "So you'll share as long as it's nothing important, is that it? You can't keep pushing me away every time shit goes down at work. We're supposed to be a couple."
"I just don't feel like talking, okay?" Don said through gritted teeth.
"That's bullshit," Charlie spat out, pacing as he began to rant. "You think I can't handle it. 'Have to protect poor, helpless Charlie!'"
"You're a civilian! You're not supposed to have to deal with this stuff!"
"Oh, so I'm not good enough because I don't carry a badge!" Charlie huffed, throwing his arms up in the air.
"What?" Don slammed his beer bottle down on the table.
"I guess that means Kim was man enough to take it, but I'm not?"
"Damn it, Charlie!"
"Maybe you should just get yourself another FBI girlfriend, because apparently I'm just your perpetual thirteen year old little brother..."
Don leapt out of his chair so fast it fell to the floor with a clatter. He shoved Charlie against the wall, kissing him brusquely as he ground against him, clutching his biceps hard enough to bruise. An involuntary noise escaped Charlie at the force of the assault and Don pulled away as if burned. They stared at each other, the sound of their ragged breath amplified in the quiet room.
"Oh." Comprehension dawned on Charlie's face. "Oh. Now we're getting somewhere. Don, if that's what you need..."
Don started to back away, shaking his head. "I can't... I don't want to hurt you."
Charlie grabbed him, pulling him back with a hard jerk. This time he was the one to kiss Don, his mouth as demanding and forceful as Don's had been.
"It's not hurting me if I like it."
Author: deuxplumes: emmademarais & melissima
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Rating: R for sexual situations
Warnings: Incest
Spoilers: None
Summary: After a bad case, Charlie fights for the right to be what Don needs.
Disclaimer: Not ours, but we make them look good.
"So, I was thinking maybe a DVD tonight?" Charlie walked out of the bedroom to find Don sitting hunched over at the dining room table. Frowning, he laid a gentle hand on his brother's shoulder. "Hey, you okay?"
Don shied away from Charlie's touch, his grip tense on his beer bottle.
"You should just go on home. My head's not a good neighborhood right now. I don't want you around when things get ugly."
Charlie stiffened. "What happened to 'you're the one person I can tell anything to'?"
"You are, buddy. I just don't want you to have to hear it."
Charlie crossed his arms over his chest. "So you'll share as long as it's nothing important, is that it? You can't keep pushing me away every time shit goes down at work. We're supposed to be a couple."
"I just don't feel like talking, okay?" Don said through gritted teeth.
"That's bullshit," Charlie spat out, pacing as he began to rant. "You think I can't handle it. 'Have to protect poor, helpless Charlie!'"
"You're a civilian! You're not supposed to have to deal with this stuff!"
"Oh, so I'm not good enough because I don't carry a badge!" Charlie huffed, throwing his arms up in the air.
"What?" Don slammed his beer bottle down on the table.
"I guess that means Kim was man enough to take it, but I'm not?"
"Damn it, Charlie!"
"Maybe you should just get yourself another FBI girlfriend, because apparently I'm just your perpetual thirteen year old little brother..."
Don leapt out of his chair so fast it fell to the floor with a clatter. He shoved Charlie against the wall, kissing him brusquely as he ground against him, clutching his biceps hard enough to bruise. An involuntary noise escaped Charlie at the force of the assault and Don pulled away as if burned. They stared at each other, the sound of their ragged breath amplified in the quiet room.
"Oh." Comprehension dawned on Charlie's face. "Oh. Now we're getting somewhere. Don, if that's what you need..."
Don started to back away, shaking his head. "I can't... I don't want to hurt you."
Charlie grabbed him, pulling him back with a hard jerk. This time he was the one to kiss Don, his mouth as demanding and forceful as Don's had been.
"It's not hurting me if I like it."