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30 August 2007 @ 11:59 pm
Numb3rs Fic: The Thudding of the Guns  
Written for eppescest Summer Porn Challenge – The Janus List
Crossposted to numb3rs_slash

Title: The Thudding of the Guns (Sequel to Nothing Can Come Between Us)
Series/Universe: The Art of Subterfuge
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Seasons 1-3
Summary: Ashby's life and their betrayal lead the brothers to make some decisions
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

The machines connected to Taylor Ashby beeped and bleated in protest as the former Cold War spy's body finally gave up the struggle to live. There was a flurry of activity amongst the medical personnel, but Don and Charlie stood motionless side by side, observing the passing of their foe and accomplice, the man so brilliant it had taken all of their combined talents to rise to the occasion and be worthy of his life's work.

"He built that Janus list so that he could matter again," Charlie said thoughtfully.

"It's what killed him," Don said ruefully.

"I think this is probably the way he wanted to go out - back in action, not sitting behind some desk somewhere," Charlie mused.

Don turned to gaze at his brother, his appreciation for him expanded greatly by his brief time with Ashby. "He was pretty spectacular behind that desk. This amazing mind..."

"It made him tough. It made him brave, brave in the face of danger, in the face of death." Charlie looked over at Don, seeing him anew, understanding more about his world because of Ashby.

They paused and watched silently as the doctor removed Ashby's respirator.

Don slung his arm around Charlie's neck and led him away.

"Come on..."

The walked without speaking to the elevator and caught one just in time. Despite not being alone, Don kept his arm around him, standing close as Charlie leaned automatically towards him, always drawn in his direction like a compass.

They walked out to the car and only separated to get in.

Charlie stared out the window as Don left the parking garage and got on the freeway heading home. His troubled expression was turned away, but Don still knew and didn't break the solemn quiet.

After a couple of miles, he reached over and took hold of Charlie's hand, squeezing it consolingly.

Charlie gave him a grateful smile, but turned back to stare out the window again, needing the time to himself, but keeping his grip on Don's hand grounding him.

Don reluctantly retrieved his hand when it came time to exit the freeway, making the final turns to the house on autopilot.

When he turned off the ignition in the driveway, he made no move to get out of the car, waiting for Charlie to end his absorbing reverie.

"You were right, you know." Charlie's voice was small and drained of its normal bravado. "I shouldn't pretend anymore. I shouldn't live a sham life out of fear." He turned to Don, the gravity of his words written all over his face. "I'm going to come out. I'm going to end things with Amita and finally be who I really am. NSA be damned."

Don swallowed hard and put his hand on Charlie's shoulder, squeezing it affectionately. "I'm glad. And I'll go to bat for you with the NSA if needed. We've got a lot of people - LAPD, CDC, NTSB, Homeland Security - who've benefited from your expertise. I'm sure they'll step up and vouch for you like I will, like my team will." Don's face darkened. "What's left of my team anyway."

Charlie put his hand over Don's and laid his cheek against it. "You'll get through this. You all will," he said, trying to sound encouraging.

Don turned his hand to cup Charlie's face. "I'm not so sure this time. David was in tears, tears! That man's faced a death a hundred times and never faltered. This? This might just destroy him. And Megan? It was all I could do to beg her not to quit over this. She came back from DC disillusioned, but this killed what little drive she had left to keep going. She's from money. She doesn't even need to work so she could just walk away and never look back." Don pulled his hand back and buried his face in his hands. "I just want to wake up and find out this was all a bad dream. I know Colby. I trusted him. This just..." He pounded his fists on the steering wheel. "How could I not have known!"

"Don..." Charlie shushed him, soothing him with a gentle hand on his arm. "Why don't we go inside, relax for a while? Give yourself a break."

"Yeah, I could use a drink," Don muttered as he opened the car door. "And for once Dad better break out the good stuff."


The fire crackled and the honey colored light glanced off the empty glass in Don's hand as he rotated it aimlessly between his fingers.

"It's not helping."

Charlie reached over, took the glass from his brother's hand and put it aside on the tray, pushing the tray away.

"That's enough for you," he said, putting his own glass aside as well. "Because if three doesn't help the next step is getting totally plastered and I'm not going to let you do that."

"What, now that you own the place you're afraid I'm going to trash it if I get drunk?" Don tried to joke but failed.

"No, I'm worried you're going to hurt yourself." Charlie picked up Don's right hand and brushed his thumb over the knuckles. "I remember the Macpherson case. I begged you to let me take you to the ER for x-rays, but you only let me ice your bloody knuckles."

"This doesn't even compare," Don said, his tone filled with regret. "I'm not angry like that. That case pissed me off, the injustice, the senseless death... This? This makes me feel..." He closed his eyes as Charlie rubbed the back of his hand. "I feel betrayed," he said quietly, his voice almost lost in the white noise of the fire. "I was betrayed."

Charlie gripped Don's hand tighter. "I'm so sorry. If there was any way..." He stopped himself, shaking his head. "What am I saying? I couldn't have done anything. None of us could have."

"And none of us can stop what comes next. My whole team will be pulled from the field, desked if not suspended with pay while the director sends a team out from DC to debrief us and make sure none of us are dirty too."

"Oh god, Don..." Charlie muttered. "I hadn't thought of that."

"I can't blame them. Someone in the FBI went double agent and they never knew so now everyone he worked with is under suspicion."

Charlie held up a finger to have Don hold his thought and got up, heading for the stairs. He went up about halfway - tiptoeing in his stocking feet, stopped and listened before coming back down less cautiously.

"He's snoring up a storm," he said.

"Dad never could stay awake long after a drink," Don said with an almost humorless chuckle.

Charlie settled into a chair and gestured for Don to come sit in front of him. Don moved and leaned back between Charlie's legs, letting out a wordless protest as Charlie started massaging his tense shoulder muscles.

"Go easy, buddy," he said. "I'm all in knots."

Charlie paused long enough to place a kiss on the side of Don's neck. "I'm sorry. I'll be more gentle." He went back to working Don's shoulders, moving up to his neck and then down his arms and upper back. "Is this helping?" he asked, leaning down to speak next to Don's ear.

"It is." Don turned to face Charlie and putting a hand behind his head, guided him forward so he could capture his mouth in a kiss.

The kiss started out soft and affectionate, but then Don's hand tightened his hold and the kiss became raw, open, needy as Don wantonly plundered his brother's mouth.

He tugged on Charlie's arm, impatiently dragging him from the chair to lay him out on the rug in front of the fireplace. Don's hands were all over him, hungry to touch, aching for contact. He pushed Charlie's shirt up, kissing his way over smooth skin at his waist and shoving his baggy jeans down an inch to lave his hipbone before climbing up his supine form to envelope his nipples in his warm lips, feeling Charlie arch beneath him in a show of wordless desire.

He managed to get the shirt off him, laying kisses to his arms, shoulders and collarbone before his hands slid down his chest and stomach to undo his jeans. He kneeled, pulling off jeans, underwear and socks hastily so that Charlie was laid out naked below him, skin flickering amber in the firelight. His eyes drank in his nude form with the voracious hunger of a starving man.

He stripped himself rapidly, watching with jealousy as Charlie's fingers skated impatiently over his own torso. After he tossed the last of his clothing aside he fell into Charlie's outstretched arms and brought their mouths together, devouring as their bodies met flush - skin to skin, cock to cock.

Charlie submitted completely to Don's desires, offering up his body as readily as Don claimed it in his own fierce possessive way - gripping him tightly, holding him close, marking him as his territory.

Don rolled them so that Charlie was on top and grabbed his ass, moving him up and down against him as he groaned in pleasure, his head thrown back as Charlie ravished his neck with lips, tongue, teeth.

"Not enough," Don mumbled in his ear. "Need you... Need to be inside you..."

"Front pocket," Charlie muttered between an assault of kisses.

Reluctantly Don pulled away and looked around for where he'd disposed of Charlie's clothes. He rummaged through one pocket then another before coming up with a packet of lubricant.

When he turned back to Charlie, he found him lounging with the fingers of one hand threaded through the dark curls at his groin as he let the digits slide against the base of his erection.

"Oh, god..." Don stared lustfully at the sight for a few seconds then could hold back no longer, dropping to the floor and swallowing him up desperately.

Charlie went taut all at once at the sudden sensual onslaught, a low guttural cry wrenched from his lips. His fingernails scratched at Don's back as he gulped in air, begging him both to stop and never stop at the same time.

"Please, Don..."

The plaintive words broke the spell and Don calmed, his hands - roaming over fire warmed desire heated skin - slowed as he gave Charlie's cock one last long lick before pulling away.

He rolled Charlie onto his stomach and licked his way down his spine as his hands ran over his biceps, shoulder blades and finally down to his hips before spreading his ass cheeks and running his tongue between them. A soft moan rose up from his brother as he spread his legs, tonguing behind his balls and at his entrance before ripping open the packet and slicking him and his own cock with the lube.

He finished by caressing his way down Charlie's toned legs, hands lingering over each muscular calf before finally pulling away.

He rolled Charlie onto his side and lay down behind him, slipping a leg between Charlie's thighs. His fingers wandered through his chest hair and down the trail of his stomach.

Charlie leaned back against him and looped his arm around Don's neck to pull him down for a kiss. The kiss was more about emotion than passion and Don's hand briefly stilled as Charlie poured himself into this simple expression of his love. When they finally broke apart, the shine in Charlie's eyes and the smile on his lips were mirrored in Don's face above him.

They kissed again and Don's hand encircled Charlie's cock, stroking him slowly base to tip as their tongues danced in each other's mouths.

When he pulled his hand away, they wordlessly shifted position just enough for Don to guide his cock to Charlie's entrance. He pressed in, just the head, and felt Charlie shiver in response. With a hand on Charlie's hip he pushed in further, watching the effect on Charlie's expression as his eyes fell shut and his mouth dropped open in a silent gasp of pleasure as Don sheathed himself entirely in his brother's body.

As Don began to thrust their bodies moved in tandem, matching halves of a fluid whole, rocking together in perfect sync, their passion escalating as if insatiable.

Don buried his face in the crook of Charlie's neck, overcome by glimpses of nirvana as he sank into the slick tightness over and over. Their ecstasy combined, each driving the other higher.

Don made a tunnel of his fist around Charlie's cock and thrust harder to push him into it repeatedly. Captured by both sensations, Charlie's mouth opened to cry out, but Don's free hand clapped over his face, cutting off all sound.

Trapped by both hands, Charlie came with the force of an explosion, the tremors ricocheting almost visibly through his body, sending Don into matching throes, lost and shaking as the mindless bliss he'd sought took over his body.

Once his hands fell away, Charlie gulped in air as he fell back limp against Don.

Realizing what he'd done, Don quickly gathered Charlie up in his arms. "I'm sorry! I didn't mean..."

"It's okay," Charlie said, his breathing coming back to normal as he relaxed in Don's caring embrace. "I trusted you."


Don sat on the edge of Charlie's bed and watched him sleep.

He'd tossed and turned in his own bed all night, tormented by dreams and nightmares, doubts and possibilities.

He'd gone for a long run in the predawn light, the thump of his footfall his only company in the quiet neighborhood. He'd run these streets in his youth, staying in condition between seasons, and knew them without hesitation even now, making his normal circuit though a bit slower than in his prime.

After walking his cool down, he threw himself on the front porch step and sat with his head in his hands. He waved off his father's concern as he left for a charity breakfast, claiming just to be worn out from his run.

Getting nowhere, he'd taken his troubled mind to Charlie's room, somehow expecting to find answers there.

As Charlie rolled over in his sleep to face him, Don reached for him longingly but drew back his hand, not wanting to roust him from such peaceful sleep. He knew Charlie had been deeply shocked by Colby's treason and by Ashby's death and if he could steal a few more moments of blissful ignorance in sleep, he wanted him to have every second.

Alone with his thoughts, but comforted by the fact that he wasn't alone - was never truly alone - he came to a decision.

When Charlie finally stirred, peeking through grouchy eye slits, he didn't seem surprised to see Don there despite the fact they'd parted before bed the night before.

"Too early," he grumbled. He shifted until he was turned the other way around in the bed and half curled up in Don's lap, using his thigh as a pillow. "Don't want to be up yet."

"You don't have to," Don soothed, threading his fingers gently through Charlie's curls as his brother snuggled contentedly against him.

The simple act sent a rush of affection through Don, the childlike happiness and trust on Charlie's face a tonic for his jaded soul.

After Charlie fell back asleep, his twists and turns took him off Don's lap and back to his bed.

Sneaking out of the room silently, Don grabbed fresh clothes from his bedroom and headed for the shower. He paused in the bathroom, looking at himself in the mirror. He was going to start looking forty soon and he had to face the fact that he was aging, slowing down, changing.

His thoughts, though less troubled now, still trampled his consciousness even during the normal zen peace of his morning shower. There was no easy path, just the one he'd chosen to consider now.

He dressed and returned automatically to Charlie's room, his feet knowing his path on their own.

Charlie was still asleep, in much the same position he'd been in when Don first sat beside him. Since he was showing signs of waking anyway, Don indulged himself, placing his palm against Charlie's cheek. Charlie turned into the warmth, brushing his stubbled jaw against Don's skin before his eyes flickered and finally opened.

"It wasn't Liz."

Don's confession startled and confused Charlie who recoiled slightly at her name then blinked a few times, clearing away the cobwebs of sleep.

"Excuse me?"

Don reached out and laced his fingers with Charlie's.

"When all this shit went down with Colby it wasn't Liz I thought of. I didn't think of her at all. Not until this morning." He shook his head at the memory. "Yesterday I was angry, I was upset, I was lost... And all I wanted was to be with someone I could forget about all of this with, someone I could let my guard down with, someone I could trust implicitly..." He squeezed Charlie's hand. "I thought of you."

Charlie gave him a little smile. "I'm glad," he said softly.

"I don't know why I didn't figure it out before," Don continued, "but I do rely on you to get through life the same way you rely on me. I just took all the ways you take care of me for granted. I'm so used to looking out for number one, I wasn't really looking." He turned to gaze into Charlie's eyes, his sincerity showing plainly on his face. "So I guess I do need you. And I think... I think maybe you're right about us. I shouldn't just demand that you go off and lead what I consider to be a normal life. I should encourage you to do what makes you happy and to be with who makes you happy."

Charlie sat up and took Don's face in his hands. "You make me happy," he stated plainly, punctuating his words with a kiss.

"Then, we should try, you know, making this real," Don said, taking both Charlie's hands in his.

"Oh, it already is real," Charlie teased. "I've just been waiting like a decade or two for you to figure it out."

"What can I say?" Don taunted. "I'm not the genius in the family."

"Good thing you've got one at your beck and call," Charlie reminded him, squeezing his hands.

Don's cell phone rang across the hall and Don broke away to fetch it. "Speaking of beck and call..." He answered on the third ring. "Eppes." Charlie followed him and leaned in the doorway watching with a concerned expression as Don listened to the other end of the line. "Yes, sir. I'll be there." He hung up the phone and placed it on the nightstand before turning to his brother. "That was the assistant director. The team from DC lands at LAX in an hour. They want me at the office when they arrive for questioning."

"Oh, Don..." Charlie came over to him and slipped his arms around his waist, laying his head on his chest. "I'm so sorry you have to go through all this."

Don wrapped himself around Charlie, holding him tight as he let out a shuddering breath. "The next few weeks are going to be hell. The FBI's about to shine a spotlight on my personal life and yours too, so until this Colby investigation blows over, maybe we shouldn't..." He pulled back to look at Charlie, agonizing over the decision. "But if I can't see you I don't know how I'm going to get through this."

"We can be careful," Charlie assured him. "I can take care of you as a brother for now if that's what we need to do. The rest can wait until you think it's safe. I've waited this long already..." He leaned in for a languid kiss Don eagerly returned. "I'll wait as long as it takes. You know I'm always here for you."

"I know," Don said. He took a deep breath. "Charlie, I..."

"Shh..." Charlie said, covering Don's lips with his fingertips. "Not yet. When this is over, when we can be together, when you're ready... Tell me then."

Don removed Charlie's hand, kissing the fingertips. "I will," he replied solemnly.

"For now, I'm going into the office with you," Charlie stated. "Whatever happens, we stand together."

"'Then, far away, the thudding of the guns...'" Don quoted wistfully.

"Good thing we're rested then," Charlie said, his tone filled with determination. "The war continues..."

Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on September 1st, 2007 06:59 am (UTC)
I confess I fudged this fic.

I knew that since I only post once a day max and that I reserve the final day of the month for my Journal Review posts that I had to get my last Eppescest challenge fic done on the 30th.

Well, I started it on the 30th at least! ;-)

I often sneak past midnight and post fic for the day before an hour or two into the next day but I've been good about not backdating fic after I've slept.

Until now. /hangs head/

So sue me, I didn't want the fic to be late (I have until midnight tonight to post it at the comm and I'll *just* make it) and I really didn't want to screw up my Journal Reviews.

So I hope you will forgive me this on indulgence especially if it means you don't have to wait until the 1st for the end of the Series.

Oh wait, I have other fic scheduled for the 1st... And the 2nd... And the 3rd...

Crud, I need to stop committing to ficathons. /headdesk/

On to the fic itself...

The title comes from the end of the poem Alan recites part of by the fire. There were many ways I could have imagined TPTB could have ended that season finale. Poetry explication from the Brothers Eppes didn't even make the *bottom* of the list, yet it's nice, reflective. So while most of us were going 'WTF? Why are they talking about ASHBY after what just went down?' at least it ended on a nice family moment as it should.

Since I couldn't riff on the episode title I used that line because it represented what comes next for Don. The war continues tomorrow and he's got plenty of ugliness ahead with the treason aftermath so he's bracing himself for the next wave even before this one's passed. I felt like it was an ideal time for him to realize he needed Charlie (and that since he couldn't trust Colby he can't trust Liz either).

I hope this fic ties up all or at least most of the loose ends from the series (and you should hear me laugh as I type this because I'm writing this Confession post *before* I've finished the fic!) because I really hope to not write any more in this universe. I mean there's not any more episodes to write, right?

(Shit, now I just doomed myself to getting asked for sequels based in Season 4. /bangs head against desk vigorously/)

Okay the fic is done now so I'm going to apologize for how maudlin/saccharine/soapy the ending might seem. I just wrote what came out and hoped it wasn't too OTT. (Note: I did some rewriting thanks to Mel's beta so I think it's okay now.)

I tried to strike a balance between an unrealistic Don saying 'to hell with it all, let's run through the daisies together' and 'I'm a martyr and I must suffer so we can't be together and I'll be over in that corner angsting'. ;-) I think there might be a daisy or two growing through the cracks in the sidewalk though. Hehehe

Bonus disclaimer: portions of this fic were lifted *directly* from show dialogue (and the quoted poem) and used IMHO within the scope of fair use. Full credit for that canon dialogue goes to the show/writers involved.

Very special thanks to beta melissima for her assistance with this fic.


Emma DeMarais
Nicelyobsessed: Charlie I love...nicelyobsessed on September 2nd, 2007 02:52 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession
I had a very long week so I didn't read anything on lj. Your fic is the first I read, I missed my flist and N3.
I love the complicity of the boys in your fic, they help each other it's very sweet *hugs*

Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on September 2nd, 2007 06:27 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession
A week without reading? Not fun! Don't stay away so long! Everyone needs a sanity break from time to time.

The boys are in this together and it makes me happy that despite the angst their bond is stronger than ever. /sigh/

Thanks for reading and commenting. It makes me happy to think you come to read my fic after a long week. :-)
Nicelyobsessed: Charlie dear ljnicelyobsessed on September 2nd, 2007 06:52 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession
I was so tired after my work, I wasn't able to do anything. Next week will be less hard, my colleagues will be back at work (end of the holyday for them) *happy*

I was happy to read your fics so I want to thank YOU!
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on September 2nd, 2007 06:57 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession

I had a busy month with all the SPN I wrote and a busy week with this AoS series so there's plenty of fic, that's for sure! castalie even commented on how impressive my August Journal Review fic list was. :-)

I hear the tired thing. When you're drained nothing but rest appeals. I'm glad next week will be better. A week without fic is like... I've got nothing. There's nothing like fic to compare it to. Hehehe
Nicelyobsessed: Don porn fic?nicelyobsessed on September 2nd, 2007 07:08 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession
I saw your SPN fics but didn't read them *shames* I'm trying to read all the Numb3rs ones I missed, this is hard for me. I'll take a look to your SPN series later, I love the show and you're fics are so good, reason more!

A week without fics was torture!! Thanks to you and my Numb3rs flist I had an orgy of fics this week end, soooo good^^
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on September 9th, 2007 07:16 am (UTC)
Re: Confession
Hee! An orgy of fic sounds yummy!

Sadly few people read my SPN - the fandom is just too big for me to get noticed - so I always hope my N3/SPN friends will enjoy them at least.
munchkinofdoommunchkinofdoom on September 1st, 2007 08:03 am (UTC)
*cackle* Looks like I'm first again... not that I've been hovering, of course! *g*

No, I don't think the end was OOT. Why? Because, even with Charlie having decided to be honest in his sexual orientation - or as honest as he can be, seeing as he's having it off with his brother - Don cannot help but see the political and bureaucratic implications of Charlie opening himself to extra exposure at a time where he is already going to be under scrutiny for his dealings with Don and his team. His NSA dealings cannot help but be effected by the taint of having worked with a traitor.

Don knows that he is in the firing line, painted with a target. All he can do it try to minimise the fallout to those around him, particularly Charlie. But, if TPTB handle this properly, everyone's in for a rough time.

So, not really a good time, when under scrutiny, to be too affectionate with little brother. Brotherly, yes, but anything too out of the norm will be noticed. And Don would never risk Charlie like that.

On the subject of Charlie, I do love how he takes care of Don. In many ways, even with his manipulativeness and blinkered vision, he is still by far the more emotionally honest of the brothers.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on September 1st, 2007 08:50 am (UTC)
First! LOL! (It always cracks me up to see people post that.)

If you were hovering my apologies for making you wait so horribly long. Writing this fic certainly did not go as planned, but I am gratified by the thought that I still got my assignment into the comm on time.

The original ending didn't have any of that stuff in it - Don's cell never rang and they never got all angsty. It was more declarations of love crap that Mel called me on and I agreed needed to be tossed. I much prefer the new ending. Frankly all that is good about this series I think I owe to Mel. ;-)

On the subject of Charlie, I do love how he takes care of Don. In many ways, even with his manipulativeness and blinkered vision, he is still by far the more emotionally honest of the brothers.

Nicely put. He may not be as astute in reading others, but he knows what he wants and what he's all about. He may not be super ethical about how he goes after what he wants, but when it matters he looks after Don and his best interests.

Thanks for reading the series and leaving all these great comments! You helped make all the hard work worth it.
fredbassettfredbassett on September 1st, 2007 12:20 pm (UTC)
Brilliant. Loved the inetrplay between the two of them, and needy Don by firelight was just too wonderful for words. Now I just need to be several series further on with my watching to really understand it all, but I'll get there in the end, and I'll love every minute of it :)
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on September 2nd, 2007 09:10 am (UTC)
I hope so. Like any show they have good episodes, not so good episodes and OMG! ones like Sniper Zero or The Janus List.

I'm glad you decided to give it a try and once I clear up some space on my hard drive I will give Primeval a shot as well. :-)

Thanks for your great comment.
meluvstonymeluvstony on September 1st, 2007 04:24 pm (UTC)
You never fail to disapoint. I love what Don said to Charlie. Thanks for a great fic

Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on September 2nd, 2007 09:12 am (UTC)
I don't think that came out quite how you probably meant it, but I'm glad you enjoyed the fic. Thanks...
pinkdoom on September 2nd, 2007 01:02 am (UTC)
The kiss started out soft and affectionate, but then Don's hand tightened his hold and the kiss became raw, open, needy as Don wantonly plundered his brother's mouth.

GUH, is that ever hot.

He managed to get the shirt off him, laying kisses to his arms, shoulders and collarbone before his hands slid down his chest and stomach to undo his jeans. He kneeled, pulling off jeans, underwear and socks hastily so that Charlie was laid out naked below him, skin flickering amber in the firelight. His eyes drank in his nude form with the voracious hunger of a starving man.

Okay, I was wrong, kind of...that first set of lines I quoted was hot. Undoubtedly. This is *mind-blowing*, that image of Charlie laid out like that...and as I sit here, watching Numb3rs episodes on DVD...I think they're might be drool ;)

The plaintive words broke the spell and Don calmed, his hands - roaming over fire warmed desire heated skin - slowed as he gave Charlie's cock one last long lick before pulling away.

OMG..."fire warmed, desire heated skin"...that has got to be one of the most sensual phrases I've ever read...*wibbles*

Oh, my dear, this was amazing, just amazing. *HUGS*
pinkdoom on September 2nd, 2007 01:03 am (UTC)
*there* I still can't type right...gah.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on September 2nd, 2007 09:21 am (UTC)
Spoken like a true beta. Hehehe ;-)
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on September 2nd, 2007 09:19 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! And again, I almost tossed that last phrase as being too muc. LOL! That sentence was a disaster until Mel made me rewrite it so I'm glad she helped me come up with a version that you ended up liking.

I thought the buildup to the sex was hot (and I agree on that kiss!), but I worried the culmination didn't live up to the foreplay. Oh well, I was just glad to get the series done on time. I learned my lesson - no more last minute ficathon fic!

Well, after finish my current assignments maybe. Hehehe

Thanks for your awesome comment. It made me really happy.
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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on September 2nd, 2007 09:20 am (UTC)
Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it. :-)
andi: Don & Charlie hugadmiralandrea on September 3rd, 2007 12:14 pm (UTC)
I didn't have a chance to read this properly the other, so came back to it today to re-read (putting off study work, bad me!). It's very hot and I like the ending and Charlie telling Don he can wait, now they've agreed to be together.

(And yeah, the lack of Liz in this was perfect for me, I liked that for Don it was all about family).
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on September 9th, 2007 07:10 am (UTC)
Thanks! I couldn't ignore Liz - what with all the canon in these episodes with her - but I felt that the Colby situation gave him a great out and a reason to stay with Charlie.

Perfect icon too! Yay!
Firestorm717firestorm717 on June 27th, 2008 02:27 am (UTC)
So you know I'm skimming the list of fics from last summer, and I see your name all over it, right? Now, you can't just say you won't write more for S4! DX Especially with a To Be Continued like that! Count me among the ones to demand more. There's too much this latest season's left us with.

On to the story, I liked this one the most for the bittersweet mood it set, with contemplative Don and comforting Charlie at the end. It fits very snugly with the whole tone of this episode. And Don sitting by his brother's side, caressing his cheek is so cute <3 telling him he doesn't need to get up. The whole scene made me melt into a puddle of goo inside XD.
Maerhys: π e for eppesmaerhys on October 20th, 2009 01:12 am (UTC)
I think this is the -third- time I've read this series and I get more out of it with each reading. It's so emotionally layered with the myriad relationships that Don and Charlie share plus the added baggage of Liz and meeting with Bradford. It's a lot to handle, yet it never feels like it's weighted down or I am slugging forward to get through it. Actually, the more I think about it this is steadily becoming a favorite because there's no easy answer here and they really do have to slowly come to these realizations - as different as they may be for them as individuals - to get to the happy ending (which I definitely read as happy and not maudlin).

I love that you make me think when it comes to their relationship - what it means in the fic, in canon, and how each twist and turn is like another domino following on another.