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14 December 2005 @ 01:53 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Understood  
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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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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 14th, 2005 10:00 pm (UTC)
Confession
This fic is a birthday gift for my first (and for a long while only) beta sydian.

I shamelessly stole her first published Numb3rs fic Until You Understand and used it like my own personal slave. ;-)

I wanted to show her how much I liked the fic and to encourage her to write more in this fandom. Rather than write an encouraging comment, my muse decided it would be far better to offer her fic as a present. Thus, the idea of redoing the fic with the roles reversed came about.

It was an interesting experience rewriting someone else's fic so I won't lie - I got something out of this too.

Most of all, I'm chuffed that she's pleased with the final result.

Please go read the wonderful fic that inspired this one, preferably before you read mine. I like hers so much better, but how can it be bad to have two instances of Don/Charlie + restraints?
/stares off dreamily for a moment/

So Happy Birthday sydian and thank you for your graciousness in allowing me to share your gift with others.

(Very special thanks to betas monkeyfun1 and melissima for their quick turnaround on this fic!)

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
(Anonymous) on December 14th, 2005 10:34 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession
this...this is so yummy, Emma. You never disappoint!
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 14th, 2005 10:44 pm (UTC)
Re: Confession
Oh my! Anonymous! I shall perish from curiosity!
/back of hand to forehead/
/peeks to see if anyone is groaning at her horrible overacting/
/breathes a sigh of relief that she got away with it/

My gratitude goes out to you... whoever you are...
/smiles/

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
Keylaneverbelonged on December 14th, 2005 10:27 pm (UTC)
/squees/ its such a great fic... i loved 'until you understand' and this one is so great with it. great great job.
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 14th, 2005 10:38 pm (UTC)
I got a squee! This calls for a celebration.

/sets a pile of her junk mail on fire/
/roasts marshmallows over the blaze/
/makes s'mores for neverbelonged and sydian/

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
Keylaneverbelonged on December 14th, 2005 10:49 pm (UTC)
/smiles/ i loooove s'mores (had to show how good they were to a group of campers next to us one year)

/hugs/ and woohoo! no more junk mail!
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 14th, 2005 11:15 pm (UTC)
Campers who don't know about s'mores? /mind boggles/
I love teaching little kids how to make them for the first time. They don't get the fuss until they eat their first one. /grins/

Just say no to junk mail!
/eyes her fireplace and considers a bonfire later to show the advertisers just what she thinks of them/

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
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T.monkeyfun1 on December 15th, 2005 01:22 am (UTC)
Wow Emma,
So much better than any suggestions I made! This is such a great companion piece for sydian's fic. I wish I were a writer. :::huge sigh:::
Anyhoot, Congratulations on knocking my socks off again. You rock!
T
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 15th, 2005 01:39 am (UTC)
Well, thankfully I had *two* betas to help out with this.
/smiles happily/
/is honored to have monkeyfun1 to help her/
That plus a lot of patience during the editing/polishing pass added up to a much better fic than I had at first draft. So, thank you! Even if you don't write, betas help make the fic go 'round!

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
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Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 15th, 2005 10:55 pm (UTC)
Yes, I think lot of people don't get bondage as anything more than generically erotic in the theoretical sense. People like that might assume that the bottom is a less desirable role or that the top is in complete control and the bottom is totally helpless. Real play is far more complex and I'd never presume to put any role ahead of another. Everyone can play in whatever way that makes them and their partner(s) happy and fulfilled.

I may not have written the original concept for this, however I did write Surrender. They both explore the idea that being in the role of bottom is what allows the individual to be more free than they could unassisted. Turning yourself over into another persons hands can be incredibly liberating. It just helps when there's really solid trust there ahead of time and that's part of why D/C works so well for so many people. They're solid.

Thanks,

Emma DeMarais
sydian: [lost] shannon/sayid - goldie_galsydian on December 15th, 2005 06:04 pm (UTC)
I know I've already told you how much I love this, but it sure can't hurt to tell you again! And you're definitely right, there can never be too much Don/Charlie with a generous amount of restraints thrown in... ;) Mhmm, I'm just picturing a scene where one of them is in restraints, watching the other have hot sex with another lover... *grins widely*

Oh, and just in case I haven't told you before: thank you very, very much for this wonderful present fic - it made my birthday a very happy one! *beams and munches on her s'more*
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 15th, 2005 11:04 pm (UTC)
I know I've already told you how much I love this, but it sure can't hurt to tell you again!

Oh, I'm just chuffed that you like it at all! It was rather an odd gift, to mirror your own fic back to you, but like you said there can never be too much!

I'm just picturing a scene where one of them is in restraints, watching the other have hot sex with another lover... *grins widely*

Mein Gott, are you trying to kill me? Tell me now if you are claiming that bunny, else I'm going to snatch it up for my bunny hutch and wait for it to multiply. ;-)

thank you very, very much for this wonderful present fic

Bitte. /smiles/

-Emma DeMarais
sydian: [num] d/c - charlie looking down {me}sydian on December 16th, 2005 09:26 am (UTC)
It was rather an odd gift, to mirror your own fic back to you, but like you said there can never be too much!

Like it would do anything other than squee with joy when presented with hot porn! ;)

Mein Gott, are you trying to kill me? Tell me now if you are claiming that bunny, else I'm going to snatch it up for my bunny hutch and wait for it to multiply. ;-)

Yes! I was actually hoping you might want to claim it. You see, I already have something in the works which is a variant of this idea (but without the actual restraints), so I'd very much love to see where this bunny takes you! C'est une idée très inspiratoire, n'est-ce pas? ;)
Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on December 23rd, 2005 09:54 am (UTC)
Ack! A bunny! /makes like Anya and runs away screaming/

Voyeurism is always a fun kink to write, but I'll have to see if I can put a fresh enough spin on it to make it worth writing. I enjoy a challenge and even though I admit to a few flights of fancy, I do prefer to write what will be compelling for the reader and require effort on my part to execute well.

Je pense que tu dois écrire cette idée! Pour moi-même... Je te promets que je l'essaierai.

Merci,

Emma DeMarais
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