Fic: Numb3rs, Charlie/Edgerton, Hard R
Title: Fledgeling
Author:starlettmalfoy
Pairing/Characters: Charlie/Ian
Rating/Category: Hard R/Light NC-17
Word Count: 1,964
Spoilers: Basic canon stuff. Sniper Zero for who Ian is.
Summary: Charlie is vamped. Need I say more?
Notes/Warnings: Written for numb3rs100, or more specifically, the plot-bunny slash thread, found here. It stemmed from ladygray99's prompt: "AU Vamp!Charlie/Ian: This came out of talking with someone about the lack of very AU AUs in the N3 fandom. Eternity means getting to solve PvsNP but it might be nice to have someone to hang out with too." - Enjoy!
Fledgeling
He supposed that his turning didn't happen like it normally would have.
Rather, Charlie had been approached by the creature, during a conference in New York. The man was tall and lithe. His eyes glowed with a reddish tint, his hair short and spiked.
Without much preamble, he told Charlie that he was a vampire, something that the mathematician obviously didn't believe, of course; this was just a nutjob from the streets, right?
At the first glimpse of the long, sharp fangs, Charlie knew he was wrong. The adrenal response was immediate, his heart leaping to his throat as he fought the instinctive urge to flee.
"W-what do you want from me?" He whispered fearfully, hands clutching his cell phone as a lifeline.
"Do you want to die, Dr. Eppes?" The creature had purred at him, stepping closer. Charlie retreated a step, shaking his head. He was terrified.
"You will someday. All of the work you never got to finish? Worthless. The problems you could have solved? It's really a shame."
Still not understanding, Charlie stumbled out a response, something along the lines of how he had a lot of time; he was only in his thirties, after all.
The vampire chuckled darkly at him, and an instant later was by Charlie's side, moving too fast for him to react. The cold hands touched his face, and he recoiled, stopped only by the iron grip at the back of his neck.
He couldn't remember what had happened after that - what words were exchanged, if there were any. What he did remember was the pain.
Fire coursed through his body for what seemed like eternity, splitting his skull in two, cutting off his life sustaining breath with every passing second.
When he woke, he was alone. The stranger full of promises had vanished, leaving Charlie to fend for himself.
And he had killed for the first time that night. The craving was terrible. He wandered out into the dark streets of the city, ravenous, mad with hunger. As he passed by a shadowed alley, he saw her.
She crouched on the ground by the side of a building. Her face was dirty, her clothes ragged. She was obviously homeless, but Charlie didn't think of that, even as he sloppily sank his newborn fangs into her throat, draining her essence from her body before she had time to utter a word.
Somehow, he made it back to his hotel before dawn, curling into a ball on the bed, remembering at the last second to draw the curtains closed. He wasn't sure what superstitions were real and which were lore, but he was pretty sure the sun wouldn't want him anymore. He could almost feel it.
The next night, the hunger wasn't as bad, and he fought it. He dressed and packed, having enough presence of mind to call his colleagues and beg off sick from the rest of the conference. His phone shook in his hands as he went through his phone book, desperate for help.
Don? No, he wouldn't understand. Don was too black-and-white, and Charlie was an evil thing now. He couldn't ever tell him. His father might have a better time of it all, if he didn't try to lock him up in a madhouse first. The thought of being trapped there, no way to feed, to quell this awful bloodlust made his entire body shudder with revulsion. No, he couldn't risk it.
The list was dwindling, and Charlie was about to despair, when he came across an entry that would have made his dead heart leap if it could have.
Hesitantly, he pushed the green button and listened to the rings.
"Edgerton."
"Ian? I-it's Charlie. I need help. I didn't know who else-"
"Where are you?" Quick and to the point. Charlie was oddly grateful for that. He didn't particularly want to try to explain his situation over the phone.
"New York City."
"You're in luck, Professor. I can be there in three hours."
Charlie gave him the address to the hotel and waited.
~*~
The knock at the door broke through the silence. Charlie was on his feet faster than he thought was possible, the movement coming to him naturally. He didn't stop to marvel at his new grace, instead moving quickly to the door. He could hear the sniper on the other side, breathing but otherwise still. He swung the door open, and their eyes met.
Ian's eyes widened, immediately noticing a change in the other man. He stepped inside the room before speaking, making sure to close the door first.
"What's going on? What..." He gestured to Charlie's face, "happened?"
Suddenly nervous, Charlie shuffled his feet, swallowing a few times reflexively. The natural habit of breathing hadn't gone away after his change, although he didn't need to, and he took a few deep breaths, mostly for show and to reassure himself that he wasn't completely insane.
"Someone, that is to say, I'm-"
Ian waited patiently, one eyebrow raised in curiosity. Obviously, whatever had the Professor this jittery couldn't be good. And something had changed, that much was obvious. Charlie's hair seemed a little more glossy, his skin perfectly flawless, and his eyes- well, his eyes were baffling to him. Ringed with red, which didn't seem possible, and almost so mesmerizing that he was having trouble concentrating, a fact which bothered him deeply.
"I think I'm a vampire. No, I mean, I am one. A vampire, that is."
Silence. Ian's brain raced with disbelief, thoughts of how the man had finally snapped under all the math-pressure. But in the back of his mind, there was a small, niggling voice that said that maybe, just perhaps, Charlie wasn't crazy. The changes to his features, the call in the middle of the night from the city so far from home, the way Charlie was looking at him now-
Ian fought against his reflex to take a step back, the training that made him an amazing agent taking over.
"A... vampire." It wasn't a question, but Charlie nodded his head yes anyway before turning and practically running to the bed. He sank down on the edge, clutching his face in his hands.
"There was this guy in the streets... he asked me if I wanted to die, and I was so scared..."
Ian moved to stand in front of Charlie, staying silent. He found that silence helped people talk a lot more than words did.
"And he came closer to me, telling me how all my work in the world would be lost if I died, and then he was touching me, and then..." Charlie looked up at him, despair in his eyes, "I don't remember. I woke up in an abandoned building, alone. I was..." He choked, "thirsty. I... I killed a girl. I didn't even think about it, Ian. I drained her dry." The mathematician rocked back and forth, dry sobs spilling from his lips, but no tears came.
For one of the first times since he could remember, Ian didn't know what to do. It was some time before he spoke again, his voice low, "You couldn't help it, Charlie. You did what you had to do."
Charlie just stared at him, his expression never wavering. "How am I going to survive like this? Killing people so that I can..." he scoffed, his next word laced with sarcasm, "live."
Ian stood silent for another moment, before clearing his throat. His next words surprised even him, coming out of his mouth before he knew what he was saying.
"Are you still thirsty?"
~*~
Charlie's head shot up, a strange, animalistic gleam coming over those red, red eyes. "Yes." His tongue flicked out to lick his lips, and Ian saw a flash of razor sharp teeth for a moment, so fast it could have been a trick of the light.
A normal person would have ran. But Ian wasn't normal, and he took one, deep breath before sitting down next to Charlie.
Charlie watched his every move with an intensity Ian had only seen reserved for his equations. His eyes followed the motion as Ian slowly tilted his neck to the side, plainly offering.
"W-what if I can't stop?" Charlie whispered, every part of his body screaming at him to lunge, to take, to drink.
"You'll stop." The strong, calm tone of Ian's voice soothed something in Charlie, and he nodded, trusting the other man.
Struggling to go slow, Charlie scooted closer to the sniper and bent his head to Ian's pulse, breathing in the strong scent of the man's skin. It was intoxicating. He could hear, feel, smell the blood pounding through the veins below his mouth. He hesitated a moment longer before giving in, letting his fangs sink into the flesh as easily as a knife into butter.
Whatever Ian had expected to feel as Charlie drank his blood, arousal wasn't even near the list. Even so, he couldn't hold back the moan as pleasure shot through him, pooling in his groin. A minute later, Charlie wrenched his head away from Ian's neck with a gasp, and Ian whimpered at the loss of contact. If he could have, he would have blushed. As it was, he felt too euphoric to do anything but grin and fall back onto the bed.
"Are you okay?"
Ian looked at Charlie, marveling in the changes he saw before his eyes. His pale skin was no longer dull, but shined now, as if it were artificial almost. His hair seemed a little longer, if that was even possible. But then again, he supposed anything was possible now.
Feeling a little stronger, Ian struggled to sit up. Charlie's hand flashed out to grip the sniper's arm, and Ian's eyes widened at the strength he felt in the touch. Another impossibility. Getting closer, he saw that Charlie's lips were stained with his blood. The sight was oddly erotic. Ian didn't stop to think before he leaned forward and slowly licked the spilled drops from Charlie's lips.
The vampire's eyes were wide as Ian drew back again, savoring the rich, coppery taste in his mouth.
"I'm fine, Professor."
Charlie's shoulders sagged with relief for a second before he was moving. The shift was too fast for Ian to see - he found himself on his back again, pinned to the bed with that impossible strength. Charlie's lips were on his own, pressing frantically, bruising them with the force of the kiss.
Ian arched up into Charlie, grinning around his mouth as their erections brushed against each other, making Charlie groan with lust. Charlie began to rub against the sniper through their clothes, grinding down hard. Ian met him thrust for thrust, the pain of the sharb movements adding to the wonderful pleasure of the friction between them.
His motions growing more erratic, Ian knew Charlie was close. Wordlessly, he tore his lips from Charlie's and bared his neck again. The vampire took the invitation instantly, and Ian came with a shout as Charlie drank from him again. Charlie wasn't far behind, the added sensation pushing him over the edge with a load groan into Ian's neck.
This feeding only lasted a few seconds, as Charlie wasn't particularly hungry anymore. He ran his tongue over the puncture marks slowly, enjoying the shudder that went through Ian as he did.
They both opened their eyes, and Ian's breath caught in his throat as he felt the connection between them, something that hadn't been there before.
"I think..." Charlie began, a look of wonder sliding over his face, "that you're, um--"
"Yours." Ian finished, not at all hating the idea.
Charlie nodded, looking at Ian for reassurance. Finding it, he smiled, somewhat predatorily, and leaned down to whisper in Ian's ear.
"Mine."
Part 2: Adaptation
Author:starlettmalfoy
Pairing/Characters: Charlie/Ian
Rating/Category: Hard R/Light NC-17
Word Count: 1,964
Spoilers: Basic canon stuff. Sniper Zero for who Ian is.
Summary: Charlie is vamped. Need I say more?
Notes/Warnings: Written for numb3rs100, or more specifically, the plot-bunny slash thread, found here. It stemmed from ladygray99's prompt: "AU Vamp!Charlie/Ian: This came out of talking with someone about the lack of very AU AUs in the N3 fandom. Eternity means getting to solve PvsNP but it might be nice to have someone to hang out with too." - Enjoy!
Fledgeling
He supposed that his turning didn't happen like it normally would have.
Rather, Charlie had been approached by the creature, during a conference in New York. The man was tall and lithe. His eyes glowed with a reddish tint, his hair short and spiked.
Without much preamble, he told Charlie that he was a vampire, something that the mathematician obviously didn't believe, of course; this was just a nutjob from the streets, right?
At the first glimpse of the long, sharp fangs, Charlie knew he was wrong. The adrenal response was immediate, his heart leaping to his throat as he fought the instinctive urge to flee.
"W-what do you want from me?" He whispered fearfully, hands clutching his cell phone as a lifeline.
"Do you want to die, Dr. Eppes?" The creature had purred at him, stepping closer. Charlie retreated a step, shaking his head. He was terrified.
"You will someday. All of the work you never got to finish? Worthless. The problems you could have solved? It's really a shame."
Still not understanding, Charlie stumbled out a response, something along the lines of how he had a lot of time; he was only in his thirties, after all.
The vampire chuckled darkly at him, and an instant later was by Charlie's side, moving too fast for him to react. The cold hands touched his face, and he recoiled, stopped only by the iron grip at the back of his neck.
He couldn't remember what had happened after that - what words were exchanged, if there were any. What he did remember was the pain.
Fire coursed through his body for what seemed like eternity, splitting his skull in two, cutting off his life sustaining breath with every passing second.
When he woke, he was alone. The stranger full of promises had vanished, leaving Charlie to fend for himself.
And he had killed for the first time that night. The craving was terrible. He wandered out into the dark streets of the city, ravenous, mad with hunger. As he passed by a shadowed alley, he saw her.
She crouched on the ground by the side of a building. Her face was dirty, her clothes ragged. She was obviously homeless, but Charlie didn't think of that, even as he sloppily sank his newborn fangs into her throat, draining her essence from her body before she had time to utter a word.
Somehow, he made it back to his hotel before dawn, curling into a ball on the bed, remembering at the last second to draw the curtains closed. He wasn't sure what superstitions were real and which were lore, but he was pretty sure the sun wouldn't want him anymore. He could almost feel it.
The next night, the hunger wasn't as bad, and he fought it. He dressed and packed, having enough presence of mind to call his colleagues and beg off sick from the rest of the conference. His phone shook in his hands as he went through his phone book, desperate for help.
Don? No, he wouldn't understand. Don was too black-and-white, and Charlie was an evil thing now. He couldn't ever tell him. His father might have a better time of it all, if he didn't try to lock him up in a madhouse first. The thought of being trapped there, no way to feed, to quell this awful bloodlust made his entire body shudder with revulsion. No, he couldn't risk it.
The list was dwindling, and Charlie was about to despair, when he came across an entry that would have made his dead heart leap if it could have.
Hesitantly, he pushed the green button and listened to the rings.
"Edgerton."
"Ian? I-it's Charlie. I need help. I didn't know who else-"
"Where are you?" Quick and to the point. Charlie was oddly grateful for that. He didn't particularly want to try to explain his situation over the phone.
"New York City."
"You're in luck, Professor. I can be there in three hours."
Charlie gave him the address to the hotel and waited.
~*~
The knock at the door broke through the silence. Charlie was on his feet faster than he thought was possible, the movement coming to him naturally. He didn't stop to marvel at his new grace, instead moving quickly to the door. He could hear the sniper on the other side, breathing but otherwise still. He swung the door open, and their eyes met.
Ian's eyes widened, immediately noticing a change in the other man. He stepped inside the room before speaking, making sure to close the door first.
"What's going on? What..." He gestured to Charlie's face, "happened?"
Suddenly nervous, Charlie shuffled his feet, swallowing a few times reflexively. The natural habit of breathing hadn't gone away after his change, although he didn't need to, and he took a few deep breaths, mostly for show and to reassure himself that he wasn't completely insane.
"Someone, that is to say, I'm-"
Ian waited patiently, one eyebrow raised in curiosity. Obviously, whatever had the Professor this jittery couldn't be good. And something had changed, that much was obvious. Charlie's hair seemed a little more glossy, his skin perfectly flawless, and his eyes- well, his eyes were baffling to him. Ringed with red, which didn't seem possible, and almost so mesmerizing that he was having trouble concentrating, a fact which bothered him deeply.
"I think I'm a vampire. No, I mean, I am one. A vampire, that is."
Silence. Ian's brain raced with disbelief, thoughts of how the man had finally snapped under all the math-pressure. But in the back of his mind, there was a small, niggling voice that said that maybe, just perhaps, Charlie wasn't crazy. The changes to his features, the call in the middle of the night from the city so far from home, the way Charlie was looking at him now-
Ian fought against his reflex to take a step back, the training that made him an amazing agent taking over.
"A... vampire." It wasn't a question, but Charlie nodded his head yes anyway before turning and practically running to the bed. He sank down on the edge, clutching his face in his hands.
"There was this guy in the streets... he asked me if I wanted to die, and I was so scared..."
Ian moved to stand in front of Charlie, staying silent. He found that silence helped people talk a lot more than words did.
"And he came closer to me, telling me how all my work in the world would be lost if I died, and then he was touching me, and then..." Charlie looked up at him, despair in his eyes, "I don't remember. I woke up in an abandoned building, alone. I was..." He choked, "thirsty. I... I killed a girl. I didn't even think about it, Ian. I drained her dry." The mathematician rocked back and forth, dry sobs spilling from his lips, but no tears came.
For one of the first times since he could remember, Ian didn't know what to do. It was some time before he spoke again, his voice low, "You couldn't help it, Charlie. You did what you had to do."
Charlie just stared at him, his expression never wavering. "How am I going to survive like this? Killing people so that I can..." he scoffed, his next word laced with sarcasm, "live."
Ian stood silent for another moment, before clearing his throat. His next words surprised even him, coming out of his mouth before he knew what he was saying.
"Are you still thirsty?"
~*~
Charlie's head shot up, a strange, animalistic gleam coming over those red, red eyes. "Yes." His tongue flicked out to lick his lips, and Ian saw a flash of razor sharp teeth for a moment, so fast it could have been a trick of the light.
A normal person would have ran. But Ian wasn't normal, and he took one, deep breath before sitting down next to Charlie.
Charlie watched his every move with an intensity Ian had only seen reserved for his equations. His eyes followed the motion as Ian slowly tilted his neck to the side, plainly offering.
"W-what if I can't stop?" Charlie whispered, every part of his body screaming at him to lunge, to take, to drink.
"You'll stop." The strong, calm tone of Ian's voice soothed something in Charlie, and he nodded, trusting the other man.
Struggling to go slow, Charlie scooted closer to the sniper and bent his head to Ian's pulse, breathing in the strong scent of the man's skin. It was intoxicating. He could hear, feel, smell the blood pounding through the veins below his mouth. He hesitated a moment longer before giving in, letting his fangs sink into the flesh as easily as a knife into butter.
Whatever Ian had expected to feel as Charlie drank his blood, arousal wasn't even near the list. Even so, he couldn't hold back the moan as pleasure shot through him, pooling in his groin. A minute later, Charlie wrenched his head away from Ian's neck with a gasp, and Ian whimpered at the loss of contact. If he could have, he would have blushed. As it was, he felt too euphoric to do anything but grin and fall back onto the bed.
"Are you okay?"
Ian looked at Charlie, marveling in the changes he saw before his eyes. His pale skin was no longer dull, but shined now, as if it were artificial almost. His hair seemed a little longer, if that was even possible. But then again, he supposed anything was possible now.
Feeling a little stronger, Ian struggled to sit up. Charlie's hand flashed out to grip the sniper's arm, and Ian's eyes widened at the strength he felt in the touch. Another impossibility. Getting closer, he saw that Charlie's lips were stained with his blood. The sight was oddly erotic. Ian didn't stop to think before he leaned forward and slowly licked the spilled drops from Charlie's lips.
The vampire's eyes were wide as Ian drew back again, savoring the rich, coppery taste in his mouth.
"I'm fine, Professor."
Charlie's shoulders sagged with relief for a second before he was moving. The shift was too fast for Ian to see - he found himself on his back again, pinned to the bed with that impossible strength. Charlie's lips were on his own, pressing frantically, bruising them with the force of the kiss.
Ian arched up into Charlie, grinning around his mouth as their erections brushed against each other, making Charlie groan with lust. Charlie began to rub against the sniper through their clothes, grinding down hard. Ian met him thrust for thrust, the pain of the sharb movements adding to the wonderful pleasure of the friction between them.
His motions growing more erratic, Ian knew Charlie was close. Wordlessly, he tore his lips from Charlie's and bared his neck again. The vampire took the invitation instantly, and Ian came with a shout as Charlie drank from him again. Charlie wasn't far behind, the added sensation pushing him over the edge with a load groan into Ian's neck.
This feeding only lasted a few seconds, as Charlie wasn't particularly hungry anymore. He ran his tongue over the puncture marks slowly, enjoying the shudder that went through Ian as he did.
They both opened their eyes, and Ian's breath caught in his throat as he felt the connection between them, something that hadn't been there before.
"I think..." Charlie began, a look of wonder sliding over his face, "that you're, um--"
"Yours." Ian finished, not at all hating the idea.
Charlie nodded, looking at Ian for reassurance. Finding it, he smiled, somewhat predatorily, and leaned down to whisper in Ian's ear.
"Mine."
Part 2: Adaptation