Fic: Numb3rs, Don/Charlie, PG-13
Title: Elixir, Part 1
Author: starlettmalfoy
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating: PG-13 in this part, NC-17 in later parts
Warning: PWP, incest, smut galore, sillyness in general.
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 927
Summary: Don doesn't always listen to Charlie and this time he pays the price.
Disclaimer: Author doesn't own the show or the characters and isn't making any profit.
Author's Note: Okay, this is the goofiest thing I've written in a long time. It was inspired by a fic in a different fandom, so I confess the basic idea did not entirely originate with myself. ^_^ Thanks to Lu, who is more than awesome for the bunny. Thanks to my betas, the ever-wonderful quirky_circe and devon99. Enjoy.
Elixir
It was late on a Saturday afternoon when Don wandered into the Craftsman house. Opening the door with a practiced ease, he tossed his keys on the entry table.
"Dad? Charlie? Anyone?"
No answer.
Don walked to the kitchen, and stood near the island, his hands on his hips. He looked around curiously for a moment before turning and heading out the back door. As he neared the garage, he realized that the lights weren't filtering through the tiny windows. He hoped that it was due to the fact that chalkboards were covering them and not because he was alone. He peered inside the window, finding the interior completely dark.
Damn. Charlie's not here either. Well, now what?
He had been looking forward to seeing his family all week; a difficult case had kept him busy for the last few days; he wanted good conversation and a beer. Sighing to himself, Don unclipped his cell phone from it's carrier at his hip and flipped it open. His thumb pressed the speed dial with a practiced ease; Charlie answered on the first ring.
"Hello?"
Don's smile lit up his face immediately, his eyes crinkling at the edges. "Hey, Charlie."
"Hey Don, what's up?"
"Nothing, I was just wondering where everyone is."
"Oh, you're at the house? Sorry, dad and I figured we wouldn't be seeing you this weekend, because of that case."
"Naw, blew the whole thing open yesterday. Now there's just paperwork to finish and I'm a free man."
"Well, I'm over at CalSci and dad's out golfing, but I'll be home in," Don could almost hear Charlie work out in his head how much longer he was going to be, "About forty-five minutes or so."
"Alright, well, I'll stick around then. Maybe I'll have me a beer, see if the game's on."
"Sounds good."
They were about to hang up, when Charlie's voice came back over the line, "Oh, and Don?"
"Mmm?"
"Stay away from that pitcher in the fridge." Charlie hung up before he could respond. Don's brow knitted together in confusion.
Of course, he did what any normal human being would do. He made a beeline for the fridge and spotted the pitcher immediately. It was light blue with a white top and had a note taped to the side:
Charlie's. DO NOT DRINK.
Don smirked and brought the pitcher out of the fridge. After he set it down on the counter, he popped the lid of and sniffed the contents gingerly. It smelled heavenly, making him gasp slightly. It was a mixture of fruity and spicy. Don peered at the note again, and snorted. Like hell he wasn't.
It only took a few seconds to grab a glass down from the cabinet and to pour some into the cup. He only filled it about halfway, not wanting to push his luck. Hopefully, Charlie wouldn't even notice how much was gone. He brought the glass to his lips and drank the whole concoction in one go, inhaling deeply and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand when he was done. It tasted even better than it smelled.
As he set the glass down on the counter, he rolled his tongue around his teeth, licking off the remnants of the strange drink. He couldn't put his finger on any specific taste, but whatever it was, it was amazing. A small shiver ran down his spine, and he curled his toes in as it reached the small of his back.
Oh, God. I feel... A small kernel of heat had begun to blossom in his lower stomach, spreading like a wildfire to his chest. Beads of sweat quickly formed on his brow as he swallowed repeatedly, letting out a few breaths in a series of harsh pants.
His fingers went to the hem of his shirt. Within seconds, Don had peeled the fabric off over his head. His entire body felt like it was on fire. Fumbling a bit, he placed the pitcher back in the fridge somewhat haphazardly, not caring anymore if Charlie saw.
What was in that stuff? Man, it's burning up in here.
Don belatedly remembered to grab a beer from the fridge before moving into the living room. He chose the couch, sprawling out across it's length. The bottle felt amazingly cool in his hands, and he brought it up to rest against his forehead, trying to cool down. It helped a little, but the heat continued to spread. Soon, he squirmed and wiggled as the burning sensation spread out through his veins, traveling to other parts of his body.
Too hot, oh god, what have I done? What if that was poisonous or something? Good job, Eppes, you probably should have thought about that before you drank it!
He struggled for a moment on whether or not to call Charlie and confess. An intense wave of energy coursed through his body, making him arch off of the couch, and that sealed it. He hit the speed dial button without another thought.
"Hello?"
"Hey... Chuck," he panted.
Silence. Don winced a little. Charlie wasn't stupid, not at all.
"You drank it, didn't you?"
Don nodded once before he remembered that Charlie couldn't see, "Yeah. Just a -fuck!" His spine arched again. The feeling stopped after a moment, leaving him gasping, "Just a little."
Charlie's sigh echoed over the phone line, "I'll be right there. Don't do anything, okay?"
Don shook his head, "Charlie, wait! What was-"
"An aphrodisiac. A very, very strong one." And with that, he hung up again.
~*~
To be continued...
Next
Author: starlettmalfoy
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating: PG-13 in this part, NC-17 in later parts
Warning: PWP, incest, smut galore, sillyness in general.
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 927
Summary: Don doesn't always listen to Charlie and this time he pays the price.
Disclaimer: Author doesn't own the show or the characters and isn't making any profit.
Author's Note: Okay, this is the goofiest thing I've written in a long time. It was inspired by a fic in a different fandom, so I confess the basic idea did not entirely originate with myself. ^_^ Thanks to Lu, who is more than awesome for the bunny. Thanks to my betas, the ever-wonderful quirky_circe and devon99. Enjoy.
Elixir
It was late on a Saturday afternoon when Don wandered into the Craftsman house. Opening the door with a practiced ease, he tossed his keys on the entry table.
"Dad? Charlie? Anyone?"
No answer.
Don walked to the kitchen, and stood near the island, his hands on his hips. He looked around curiously for a moment before turning and heading out the back door. As he neared the garage, he realized that the lights weren't filtering through the tiny windows. He hoped that it was due to the fact that chalkboards were covering them and not because he was alone. He peered inside the window, finding the interior completely dark.
Damn. Charlie's not here either. Well, now what?
He had been looking forward to seeing his family all week; a difficult case had kept him busy for the last few days; he wanted good conversation and a beer. Sighing to himself, Don unclipped his cell phone from it's carrier at his hip and flipped it open. His thumb pressed the speed dial with a practiced ease; Charlie answered on the first ring.
"Hello?"
Don's smile lit up his face immediately, his eyes crinkling at the edges. "Hey, Charlie."
"Hey Don, what's up?"
"Nothing, I was just wondering where everyone is."
"Oh, you're at the house? Sorry, dad and I figured we wouldn't be seeing you this weekend, because of that case."
"Naw, blew the whole thing open yesterday. Now there's just paperwork to finish and I'm a free man."
"Well, I'm over at CalSci and dad's out golfing, but I'll be home in," Don could almost hear Charlie work out in his head how much longer he was going to be, "About forty-five minutes or so."
"Alright, well, I'll stick around then. Maybe I'll have me a beer, see if the game's on."
"Sounds good."
They were about to hang up, when Charlie's voice came back over the line, "Oh, and Don?"
"Mmm?"
"Stay away from that pitcher in the fridge." Charlie hung up before he could respond. Don's brow knitted together in confusion.
Of course, he did what any normal human being would do. He made a beeline for the fridge and spotted the pitcher immediately. It was light blue with a white top and had a note taped to the side:
Charlie's. DO NOT DRINK.
Don smirked and brought the pitcher out of the fridge. After he set it down on the counter, he popped the lid of and sniffed the contents gingerly. It smelled heavenly, making him gasp slightly. It was a mixture of fruity and spicy. Don peered at the note again, and snorted. Like hell he wasn't.
It only took a few seconds to grab a glass down from the cabinet and to pour some into the cup. He only filled it about halfway, not wanting to push his luck. Hopefully, Charlie wouldn't even notice how much was gone. He brought the glass to his lips and drank the whole concoction in one go, inhaling deeply and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand when he was done. It tasted even better than it smelled.
As he set the glass down on the counter, he rolled his tongue around his teeth, licking off the remnants of the strange drink. He couldn't put his finger on any specific taste, but whatever it was, it was amazing. A small shiver ran down his spine, and he curled his toes in as it reached the small of his back.
Oh, God. I feel... A small kernel of heat had begun to blossom in his lower stomach, spreading like a wildfire to his chest. Beads of sweat quickly formed on his brow as he swallowed repeatedly, letting out a few breaths in a series of harsh pants.
His fingers went to the hem of his shirt. Within seconds, Don had peeled the fabric off over his head. His entire body felt like it was on fire. Fumbling a bit, he placed the pitcher back in the fridge somewhat haphazardly, not caring anymore if Charlie saw.
What was in that stuff? Man, it's burning up in here.
Don belatedly remembered to grab a beer from the fridge before moving into the living room. He chose the couch, sprawling out across it's length. The bottle felt amazingly cool in his hands, and he brought it up to rest against his forehead, trying to cool down. It helped a little, but the heat continued to spread. Soon, he squirmed and wiggled as the burning sensation spread out through his veins, traveling to other parts of his body.
Too hot, oh god, what have I done? What if that was poisonous or something? Good job, Eppes, you probably should have thought about that before you drank it!
He struggled for a moment on whether or not to call Charlie and confess. An intense wave of energy coursed through his body, making him arch off of the couch, and that sealed it. He hit the speed dial button without another thought.
"Hello?"
"Hey... Chuck," he panted.
Silence. Don winced a little. Charlie wasn't stupid, not at all.
"You drank it, didn't you?"
Don nodded once before he remembered that Charlie couldn't see, "Yeah. Just a -fuck!" His spine arched again. The feeling stopped after a moment, leaving him gasping, "Just a little."
Charlie's sigh echoed over the phone line, "I'll be right there. Don't do anything, okay?"
Don shook his head, "Charlie, wait! What was-"
"An aphrodisiac. A very, very strong one." And with that, he hung up again.
~*~
To be continued...
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