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Title: Understood (Companion to sydian's Until You Understand)
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: None
Summary: A mirror version of the original fic with Don and Charlie's roles reversed
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ


The outside world disappears and all that exists for Charlie in this room - this reality - is Don. From hot breath on his neck to the coolness of air on a nipple following the warmth of a tongue, sensation is his language now, and Don is telling him how much he loves him.

The finger Charlie's been sucking on escapes the warmth of his mouth and he pines at its loss until it begins to travel down his throat, slick and slow. Don drags his finger so lightly over Charlie's skin he almost senses it more than feels it. Over his chest, down his belly, until it lingers just below his navel, making him squirm as he waits impatiently for Don's hand to reach its destination. He pulls against the cuffs in aggravation, wanting badly to make that hand move.

Don merely scolds him wordlessly, clucking at him under his breath, purposefully stalling now to punish his impertinence. He draws lazy circles on Charlie's abdomen, as if he's unaware of the tension coiling inside his brother, the strain that denying him release is causing. Keeping his hand moving, he whispers in Charlie's ear - distracting him, tantalizing him...

"I wish you could see yourself like I see you," Don whispers. "Stretched out before me, aching for me to touch you, to take you in my mouth, to bury myself inside you..." Charlie whimpers and Don lets his fingers dip just a tiny bit lower. "You're so beautiful this way... All want and need and hunger... I can't resist you."

Don leans over and kisses him hard - consuming, devouring him... The noise that escapes the back of Charlie's throat only eggs Don on as he plunders his brother's mouth. Charlie forgets to breathe, lost in the thrashing of their tongues as they clamor for dominance in his mouth. Charlie finally cedes control to Don, as he always does, acknowledging Don's unspoken claim: Mine.

Just before they break apart, Don slips his fingers lower, just barely into Charlie's black curls. Finally able to breathe, Charlie gasps both from the teasing touch and from lack of oxygen. Leaving his hand still for a moment, Don's tongue blazes a trail down Charlie's body, following the path of the finger before it. He stops at the navel again and looks up. Charlie whines softly, bound hands clenched tightly into fists in aching anticipation.

"Something wrong?" Don teases, his breath warm on Charlie's belly. His fingers weave their way lower as Charlie arches up, trying to get what he wants, craves, needs...

Don wraps his fingers painfully slowly around Charlie's erection. Every fiber of Charlie's being screams please Don please more, but Don refuses to be rushed. He strokes once so slowly it feels like a lifetime. The second time is a hint faster. By the third stroke, he's found his pace. Charlie's breath comes in concert with that eternal rhythm now. Neither of them notices that unconsciously, Don starts to breathe in time as well.

Don knows Charlie's body intimately, almost better than Charlie himself. He knows when to pull back and when to urge him on. He watches the tension build; balancing Charlie's pleasure at his touch with his agony as Don continues to delay his brother's release. He lets his other hand roam freely over Charlie's writhing form, soaking up the feel of warm skin and taut muscles. Charlie's eyes are closed and he's lost in the experience of Don's hands on him until a second sensation snaps his eyes open in surprise, as he feels Don's mouth, suddenly wet and hot between his legs.

"Don..." Charlie barely chokes the word out before his breath catches. Don's tongue flits around, dancing over every sensitive spot, as Charlie fails to hold back a strangled cry. He tugs at the cuffs that keep him from moving closer to Don, but Don closes the distance for him, enveloping his cock with his mouth just long enough to leave it slick so his hand can glide over it faster than before. Charlie can't help but thrust up into his brother's fist and Don doesn't let him down. He matches his motion, encourages him to go even faster as he adds a second hand, using both in full strokes from base to tip.

Almost incoherent, the only word that falls from Charlie's lips is Don, Don, Don. The point of no return is in sight, but seems somehow unreachable. He pleads as if he needs Don's permission to lose control, to give up control to him and only him. Charlie groans, almost painfully, his voice a fervent prayer begging for Don's assistance.

"So beautiful, Charlie," Don murmurs, and Charlie feels each word like a caress. "Let go... Don't be afraid to fall... I'll catch you. Trust me... Come for me."

A split second passes and suddenly Charlie's brain shuts down as his body explodes. Don's hands are coated with warm liquid as he overwhelms Charlie with sensation. Charlie moans loudly as the tension hovers at the apex - not yet ready to dissipate.

"Yes, Charlie, yes... That's it." Don's voice is both soothing and sensual, and it cuts through the haze in Charlie's mind to reach him deep inside. "Let it all go."

Ecstasy infuses his entire body as he goes rigid and then the tension instantly evaporates. A contented torpor falls over him as exhaustion sets in. Don moves back up his body and kisses him, gentle and loving, almost reverent. He unlocks the handcuffs and pulls Charlie into his arms, their bodies melting together into a perfect languid whole. This is what trust feels like. This is coming home.

This is love.

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