Drabble Series: Seven Deadly Sins, Numb3rs, Don/Charlie, NC-17
Title: Ruining Everything
Prompts: Summer of Sin Seven Deadly Sins: Pride, Greed, Envy, Wrath, Gluttony, Sloth, and Lust.
Author: starlettmalfoy
Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 7x100
Warnings: Eppescest. ::huggles it::
Disclaimer: I don't own the show Numb3rs or the characters and am not profiting off of this.
Summary: It's always been about Charlie.
Author's Note: Written for numb3rs100. Sigh. I don't know why my brain keeps giving me scenarios like these, but it happens. Someday, I'll give the boys some happiness. Mrawr.
Pride
When Don was five years old, he brought in something very special for Show and Tell to his kindergarten class. He had never participated before, choosing to observe the other kids' offerings silently at his desk, hands folded in front of him. This time, he drew something from a folder and stood on shaky legs to make his way to the front of the class.
"This is a picture of my mom's belly." He pointed to the middle, "That's Charlie. He's going to be my little brother."
His chest puffed out a bit as the class and the teacher clapped.
Greed
At seven years old, Don was annoyed. He kicked a rock hard, watching as it skidded down the street as he walked home from school, fists shoved firmly in his pockets. He wanted to turn back so that he didn't have to go home, but he knew that his parents would worry if he did. Well, maybe Dad would, he thought, but not Mom. She's too busy with stupid Charlie.
Don would never ever admit it to any of his friends, but he missed having his mom all to himself.
He's ruining everything!
Don sniffled to himself and continued home.
Envy
At eight, Don's troubles with his brother grew worse.
He swung his feet impatiently against the rungs of the chair he sat upon, pencil in hand as he struggled to focus on the paper on the table.
"I can't do this!" He looked at his mother imploringly. Margaret smiled and sat down next to him, a three year old Charlie bouncing contentedly on her lap.
"What is it?"
"Math." He scowled, "22 times 5?"
"One hundred an' ten!" They both stared at Charlie. He wiggled happily and cried, "More!"
Later that night, Don punched his pillow jealously, and no one ever knew.
Wrath
"What are you doing in here, Charlie?!" Don's voice cut through the silence in the garage, making the person in question flinch, pausing in his scribblings for a moment.
"Go away, Don."
Three months. Charlie's equations filled the boards around them; the air stank of chalk. Don gazed at those boards with a fury he had never known before. He wanted to smash them.
Resisting the urge, he stood there a moment longer before he growled in frustration and walked away.
When he brought Charlie dinner later, he set it down without a word and left for the hospital alone.
Gluttony
"You headin' out, Don?" Colby's voice carried across the bullpen easily.
Don nodded his affirmative, waving to the others as he gathered his jacket and keys.
The drive to his apartment was short, his mind wandering as he tapped a mindless tune onto his steering wheel with his hands.
Inside, he unclipped his gun and badge, setting them aside before heading over to the fridge. He fished out a beer and let himself fall onto the couch, bottle already at his lips.
When the knock came at the door an hour later, he was on his fourth of the night.
Sloth
Charlie pushed in past him, spotting the beer immediately. "So this is why you haven't been around lately? You just come home and drink every night?"
Don tried not to notice the hurt in Charlie's tone. "Ah, y'know, Chuck. Just a little unwinding after a rough day." Don took his usual place on the couch.
"'M gonna watch the game. You in?"
The invitation came a little late in Charlie's opinion, but he joined Don on the couch, scooting close.
"Dad misses you, y'know."
Don shrugged and took another drink. "I've been busy."
Charlie looked around and raised an eyebrow.
Lust
Don jerked himself rough and fast, panting as his hand repeated the motion. His other hand was braced on the wall behind the toilet, helping to stop the room from spinning. His lip was caught between his teeth, but he relished the pain. It was almost enough to erase the image that swam before his eyes.
His stomach flipped as he pictured Charlie in front of him, down on his knees, lips wrapped around his shaft. With a groan, he came hard into his hand. As he leaned his head against the cool tile, he fought the urge to vomit.
Prompts: Summer of Sin Seven Deadly Sins: Pride, Greed, Envy, Wrath, Gluttony, Sloth, and Lust.
Author: starlettmalfoy
Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 7x100
Warnings: Eppescest. ::huggles it::
Disclaimer: I don't own the show Numb3rs or the characters and am not profiting off of this.
Summary: It's always been about Charlie.
Author's Note: Written for numb3rs100. Sigh. I don't know why my brain keeps giving me scenarios like these, but it happens. Someday, I'll give the boys some happiness. Mrawr.
Pride
When Don was five years old, he brought in something very special for Show and Tell to his kindergarten class. He had never participated before, choosing to observe the other kids' offerings silently at his desk, hands folded in front of him. This time, he drew something from a folder and stood on shaky legs to make his way to the front of the class.
"This is a picture of my mom's belly." He pointed to the middle, "That's Charlie. He's going to be my little brother."
His chest puffed out a bit as the class and the teacher clapped.
Greed
At seven years old, Don was annoyed. He kicked a rock hard, watching as it skidded down the street as he walked home from school, fists shoved firmly in his pockets. He wanted to turn back so that he didn't have to go home, but he knew that his parents would worry if he did. Well, maybe Dad would, he thought, but not Mom. She's too busy with stupid Charlie.
Don would never ever admit it to any of his friends, but he missed having his mom all to himself.
He's ruining everything!
Don sniffled to himself and continued home.
Envy
At eight, Don's troubles with his brother grew worse.
He swung his feet impatiently against the rungs of the chair he sat upon, pencil in hand as he struggled to focus on the paper on the table.
"I can't do this!" He looked at his mother imploringly. Margaret smiled and sat down next to him, a three year old Charlie bouncing contentedly on her lap.
"What is it?"
"Math." He scowled, "22 times 5?"
"One hundred an' ten!" They both stared at Charlie. He wiggled happily and cried, "More!"
Later that night, Don punched his pillow jealously, and no one ever knew.
Wrath
"What are you doing in here, Charlie?!" Don's voice cut through the silence in the garage, making the person in question flinch, pausing in his scribblings for a moment.
"Go away, Don."
Three months. Charlie's equations filled the boards around them; the air stank of chalk. Don gazed at those boards with a fury he had never known before. He wanted to smash them.
Resisting the urge, he stood there a moment longer before he growled in frustration and walked away.
When he brought Charlie dinner later, he set it down without a word and left for the hospital alone.
Gluttony
"You headin' out, Don?" Colby's voice carried across the bullpen easily.
Don nodded his affirmative, waving to the others as he gathered his jacket and keys.
The drive to his apartment was short, his mind wandering as he tapped a mindless tune onto his steering wheel with his hands.
Inside, he unclipped his gun and badge, setting them aside before heading over to the fridge. He fished out a beer and let himself fall onto the couch, bottle already at his lips.
When the knock came at the door an hour later, he was on his fourth of the night.
Sloth
Charlie pushed in past him, spotting the beer immediately. "So this is why you haven't been around lately? You just come home and drink every night?"
Don tried not to notice the hurt in Charlie's tone. "Ah, y'know, Chuck. Just a little unwinding after a rough day." Don took his usual place on the couch.
"'M gonna watch the game. You in?"
The invitation came a little late in Charlie's opinion, but he joined Don on the couch, scooting close.
"Dad misses you, y'know."
Don shrugged and took another drink. "I've been busy."
Charlie looked around and raised an eyebrow.
Lust
Don jerked himself rough and fast, panting as his hand repeated the motion. His other hand was braced on the wall behind the toilet, helping to stop the room from spinning. His lip was caught between his teeth, but he relished the pain. It was almost enough to erase the image that swam before his eyes.
His stomach flipped as he pictured Charlie in front of him, down on his knees, lips wrapped around his shaft. With a groan, he came hard into his hand. As he leaned his head against the cool tile, he fought the urge to vomit.