Fic: Numb3rs, Don/Charlie, NC-17
Title: Elixir, Part 2
Author: starlettmalfoy
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating: NC-17
Warning: PWP, incest, smut galore.
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 954
Summary: Don doesn't always listen to Charlie and this time he pays the price. Follows Elixir Part 1.
Disclaimer: Author doesn't own the show or the characters and isn't making any profit.
Author's Note: Thanks for putting up with me, quirky_circe and devon99. You guys are the best. This particular chapter is dedicated to jayceepat, who got my ass in gear with posting the second part. Thank you for your patience! I believe that there's one more part after this to go. I'll try to be quick about it! In the meantime, Enjoy!!
Elixir, Part 2
"An aphrodisiac. A very, very strong one."
Don stared at the phone in his hand, audible click of the line disconnecting reverberating in his ears.
This had to be a joke. Charlie was just kidding around, right? There's no way that he would leave something like that just lying around in the fridge...
Who was he kidding? Charlie was just eccentric enough to do just that. He had probably warned their father already, thinking that Don wouldn't be stupid enough to ignore the warning note taped to it.
Don's musings were cut short as another spike of energy rolled under his skin. He hissed as he fought the urge to touch himself, now realizing which part of his body was reacting the most to the strange chemical.
Fifteen minutes later, he was lying face-down on the couch, desperately trying not to press his hips into the fabric below, when Charlie came walking through the front door.
"Don?"
Don's response was a muffled groan, his face pressed into the cushion.
"Don, I need you to sit up and talk to me. Are you okay? How much of it did you have?" Charlie's tone was worried but firm, and Don struggled to sit up. He crossed his hands over his lap delicately, trying to hide the physical evidence of his obvious discomfort.
"Um," he swallowed, "Maybe half a glass?"
Charlie smirked and sat down in the chair opposite the couch, leaning back. "Oh. Well, you shouldn't be too worried then. It'll wear off in a few hours."
Don brought his previously forgotten beer up to his lips and took a long swig. He set it down and nodded, "What happens until it does?"
At this, Charlie looked down at the floor and squirmed in his seat, uncomfortable. "Well, uh, you'll feel... um, well--"
"Horny." Don finished with a grimace.
Charlie nodded sheepishly, "It's going to get worse before it gets better, I'm afraid."
Don groaned again and let his head fall back against the couch, "Charlie, why in the world would you have an aphrodisiac in the fridge?"
Charlie's grin was instantaneous as he perked up, ready to explain. Don almost rolled his eyes. Something to do with math. Charlie only got that look when he was about to explain something.
"Well, you see, Larry and I were working on a formula at CalSci, and we found that combining a few household ingredients, plus our secret chemical compound, we were able to produce something that has a very interesting effect on the consumer..."
That was all Don needed to hear, but he tried to listen to Charlie as he continued on his long explanation. His discomfort grew worse by the minute, however, and soon he was panting again, sweat rolling down his still-bare chest in waves.
It took Don a moment to realize his brother had stopped talking. He glanced over and saw Charlie's eyes were lidded and fixated on Don's body. Don's eyes widened and his stomach did a funny little flip. He was already pretty worked up, and seeing Charlie look at him like that... it was almost enough to make him crazy.
Don swallowed and struggled to make himself look away. He focused on the bottle in his hands, turning it slowly. The label was damp with condensation, and Don began to absentmindedly pick at it, tearing the paper away slowly as he fought the urge to do something he might regret later.
Unfortunately, Charlie had other ideas. Don's heartbeat quickened as he heard a rustle and felt the couch dip beside him under Charlie's weight. As Charlie leaned close, Don had to close his eyes as he felt Charlie's breath hot near his ear.
"You're so predictable, big brother."
Don's eyes shot open and he stared at Charlie, gaping. "What?! What the hell are you talking about, Chuck?" He inwardly cursed himself as his voice came out breathy instead of firm like he had intended.
Charlie smirked, "I've wanted you for a long time, you know. I would watch you parade an endless stream of girls past me growing up. I could hear you when you brought them to your room; the walls are a little thin. I used to imagine it was me," Charlie licked his lips and ran a finger down Don's side lightly. "That I was the one gasping beneath you, that it was your dick in my ass instead of the dildo I kept in the drawer. That the moans and whimpers on your lips were for me, losing control of yourself as you fucked your baby bro."
Every part of his body screamed at Don to pull Charlie closer, to touch his skin, to do anything he had to do to subside the almost painful arousal that he was helpless to stop. Instead, he threw himself backwards, hands scrabbling on the couch behind him for purchase. He shook his head, almost disbelieving.
"W-what are you talking about, Charlie? Tell me you're kidding," his voice held a desperate note, "please."
Charlie shook his head, smiling. "Sorry, Don. It's the truth." He paused for a moment, looking thoughtful. Don could see the mischievous glint shining in Charlie's eyes all too well. "Oh, and FYI - the only way to stop what you're going through is sex. Lots of it."
Don made a noise in the back of his throat as Charlie drew closer to him, bringing their faces close together. Charlie's breath was hot against Don's lips, and he closed his eyes in silent resignation and anticipation. For a few beats nothing happened. Tentatively, Don opened his eyes. As soon as his gaze fell on his brother, Charlie closed the gap and pressed his lips firmly against Don's.
~*~
To be continued...
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Author: starlettmalfoy
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating: NC-17
Warning: PWP, incest, smut galore.
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 954
Summary: Don doesn't always listen to Charlie and this time he pays the price. Follows Elixir Part 1.
Disclaimer: Author doesn't own the show or the characters and isn't making any profit.
Author's Note: Thanks for putting up with me, quirky_circe and devon99. You guys are the best. This particular chapter is dedicated to jayceepat, who got my ass in gear with posting the second part. Thank you for your patience! I believe that there's one more part after this to go. I'll try to be quick about it! In the meantime, Enjoy!!
Elixir, Part 2
"An aphrodisiac. A very, very strong one."
Don stared at the phone in his hand, audible click of the line disconnecting reverberating in his ears.
This had to be a joke. Charlie was just kidding around, right? There's no way that he would leave something like that just lying around in the fridge...
Who was he kidding? Charlie was just eccentric enough to do just that. He had probably warned their father already, thinking that Don wouldn't be stupid enough to ignore the warning note taped to it.
Don's musings were cut short as another spike of energy rolled under his skin. He hissed as he fought the urge to touch himself, now realizing which part of his body was reacting the most to the strange chemical.
Fifteen minutes later, he was lying face-down on the couch, desperately trying not to press his hips into the fabric below, when Charlie came walking through the front door.
"Don?"
Don's response was a muffled groan, his face pressed into the cushion.
"Don, I need you to sit up and talk to me. Are you okay? How much of it did you have?" Charlie's tone was worried but firm, and Don struggled to sit up. He crossed his hands over his lap delicately, trying to hide the physical evidence of his obvious discomfort.
"Um," he swallowed, "Maybe half a glass?"
Charlie smirked and sat down in the chair opposite the couch, leaning back. "Oh. Well, you shouldn't be too worried then. It'll wear off in a few hours."
Don brought his previously forgotten beer up to his lips and took a long swig. He set it down and nodded, "What happens until it does?"
At this, Charlie looked down at the floor and squirmed in his seat, uncomfortable. "Well, uh, you'll feel... um, well--"
"Horny." Don finished with a grimace.
Charlie nodded sheepishly, "It's going to get worse before it gets better, I'm afraid."
Don groaned again and let his head fall back against the couch, "Charlie, why in the world would you have an aphrodisiac in the fridge?"
Charlie's grin was instantaneous as he perked up, ready to explain. Don almost rolled his eyes. Something to do with math. Charlie only got that look when he was about to explain something.
"Well, you see, Larry and I were working on a formula at CalSci, and we found that combining a few household ingredients, plus our secret chemical compound, we were able to produce something that has a very interesting effect on the consumer..."
That was all Don needed to hear, but he tried to listen to Charlie as he continued on his long explanation. His discomfort grew worse by the minute, however, and soon he was panting again, sweat rolling down his still-bare chest in waves.
It took Don a moment to realize his brother had stopped talking. He glanced over and saw Charlie's eyes were lidded and fixated on Don's body. Don's eyes widened and his stomach did a funny little flip. He was already pretty worked up, and seeing Charlie look at him like that... it was almost enough to make him crazy.
Don swallowed and struggled to make himself look away. He focused on the bottle in his hands, turning it slowly. The label was damp with condensation, and Don began to absentmindedly pick at it, tearing the paper away slowly as he fought the urge to do something he might regret later.
Unfortunately, Charlie had other ideas. Don's heartbeat quickened as he heard a rustle and felt the couch dip beside him under Charlie's weight. As Charlie leaned close, Don had to close his eyes as he felt Charlie's breath hot near his ear.
"You're so predictable, big brother."
Don's eyes shot open and he stared at Charlie, gaping. "What?! What the hell are you talking about, Chuck?" He inwardly cursed himself as his voice came out breathy instead of firm like he had intended.
Charlie smirked, "I've wanted you for a long time, you know. I would watch you parade an endless stream of girls past me growing up. I could hear you when you brought them to your room; the walls are a little thin. I used to imagine it was me," Charlie licked his lips and ran a finger down Don's side lightly. "That I was the one gasping beneath you, that it was your dick in my ass instead of the dildo I kept in the drawer. That the moans and whimpers on your lips were for me, losing control of yourself as you fucked your baby bro."
Every part of his body screamed at Don to pull Charlie closer, to touch his skin, to do anything he had to do to subside the almost painful arousal that he was helpless to stop. Instead, he threw himself backwards, hands scrabbling on the couch behind him for purchase. He shook his head, almost disbelieving.
"W-what are you talking about, Charlie? Tell me you're kidding," his voice held a desperate note, "please."
Charlie shook his head, smiling. "Sorry, Don. It's the truth." He paused for a moment, looking thoughtful. Don could see the mischievous glint shining in Charlie's eyes all too well. "Oh, and FYI - the only way to stop what you're going through is sex. Lots of it."
Don made a noise in the back of his throat as Charlie drew closer to him, bringing their faces close together. Charlie's breath was hot against Don's lips, and he closed his eyes in silent resignation and anticipation. For a few beats nothing happened. Tentatively, Don opened his eyes. As soon as his gaze fell on his brother, Charlie closed the gap and pressed his lips firmly against Don's.
~*~
To be continued...
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