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29 July 2007 @ 11:55 pm
Numb3rs Fic: Clash and Burn  
Written for eppescest Summer Porn Challenge – In Plain Sight
Crossposted to numb3rs_slash

Title: Clash and Burn
Pairing/Characters: Don/Charlie, Megan, Alan
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: In Plain Sight
Summary: After arguing over the case the brothers face their issues (Post-Ep)
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ

"You need to talk to your brother."

Don looked up from his keyboard where he'd been intently working on the case report to find Megan looming over him, hands on hips, with a stern but caring look on her face.

Don pulled the pencil out of his mouth so he could speak. "I thought you left. I thought you took Charlie home."

"I did. We talked the whole way, but I don't think it did much good." She crossed her arms over her chest. "He's still put out at how you treated him during this case and until you two have it out I think he's going to stay pissed off."

"He'll get over it," Don tossed off dismissively and turned back to his report.

"Hey!" Megan glared at him when he looked up. "This is your brother we're talking about and he shouldn’t have to just 'get over it'. You brought him into our world, Don. It's up to you to deal with the consequences."

"Fine. I'll go by the house later, after I finish the report."

"The report can wait. You should go now."

Don stood up, staring Megan down. "When I last checked I was the agent in charge of this team," he spat out.

"You know that power trip crap doesn't work on me," Megan said, shaking her head. "You're the boss, sure, but you can't intimidate me. I know you and this is just macho posturing so you can feel more in control than you really are."

"I hate when you profile me," Don grumbled, deflating as he sat back down.

"Your fault for bringing in a behavioral analyst," Megan teased, giving his shoulder an affectionate nudge. "I'm headed out. Don't stay too late and think about what I said."

"Fine," Don said, resigned. "Night...."


It was long after dinner by the time Don got to the house, so he was surprised to find Charlie sitting alone at the dinner table pushing the remains of a plate of leftover lasagna around with a fork.

"Dad not around?" Don asked, keeping his tone casual.

"Book club," Charlie said sullenly.

"I thought that was Tuesday nights," Don said, popping the cap off the bottle of beer he'd pulled out of the refrigerator.

"Their regular host was out of town, so they switched nights."

Don pulled out a chair across the table from Charlie, but as soon as he sat down Charlie got up and took his plate to the kitchen.

"Come on, Charlie..." Don made no attempt to hide his exasperation. He heard the water running, the garbage disposal, then the dishwasher opening and closing. Finally, Charlie came out of the kitchen and headed for the stairs, totally ignoring his brother. "Wait!" Don called out, making Charlie pause, one foot on the first riser.

"What?" he said dully.

"I want to talk to you," he said, beckoning to Charlie to come back. "About today. About this case."

"Contrary to popular belief," Charlie said acerbically, standing his ground, "the world's not always all about what you want."

"Now just a damn minute!" Don stood abruptly and stormed over to where Charlie stood waiting, a clear look of impatience on his face. "I don't care if you want to play the pissy little brother at home, but you challenged me at work - at the FBI! That is not acceptable! I'm in charge there and I can't have you second-guessing me and going off on your own tangential avenues of investigation just because you don't agree with my decisions. When we're working on a case, you submit to my authority, do you hear me? I'm the one in control!"

Charlie just stared at him, his mouth a grim line. "I'm tired," he said bitterly. "I'm going to bed." He mounted the stairs, leaving a fuming Don behind. "Lock up when you leave," he called down the stairs before shutting his bedroom door.



Don hastily gathered up the empty beer bottles in front of him and rushed them into the recycle bin. "In the kitchen, Pop!"

Alan came in, shedding his jacket as he walked. "Hey there..."

"How was book club?" Don asked cordially.

"Tiring! I barely made it there in time from my meeting downtown and we ran extra late. I'm ready to call it a night."

"Charlie already headed up to bed," Don said, gesturing towards the stairs.

"I know. I could see the light on in his room when I pulled up." He stopped and looked at his son, eyes squinting in scrutiny. "You all right?"

Don waved a hand dismissively. "I'm fine. We closed our case so I'm good."

"Glad to hear it. So did Charlie's work help after all?" Alan asked.

Don made a face. "Yeah," he said begrudgingly.

Alan tossed his jacket on the kitchen counter and stared Don down. "Did you two argue over this again?" he asked.

"Again, still, take your pick," Don grumbled. He paused for a beat then launched into a rant. "It's just, he has no respect for my authority. I'm the FBI agent, it's my team, I'm the one ultimately responsible. He doesn’t get that, doesn't understand that the chain of command exists for a reason. People doing whatever they want instead of following orders gets them killed! This isn't high school and it sure as hell isn't Cal Sci. It's life or death and circumventing my authority is totally unacceptable."

Alan let Don prowl the kitchen briefly before putting out a hand to halt him and get his attention.

"You do realize you're talking about a civilian, right?"

"He's an official FBI consultant, Dad! The rules apply to him too."

"He's also your brother."

"That doesn't matter."

"Yes, it does." Alan's voice softened. "Has it occurred to you that maybe Charlie went a bit off on this case because it resonated with him on a personal level?"

Don froze and his face drained of color. "Dad..." he said, shaken. "Are you trying to tell me that Charlie..."

Realization flashed across Alan's face. "No! No! I didn't mean it like that! No, thank god, Charlie was never abused as a child. We were extremely vigilant about his tutoring sessions and such. He was never left alone with anyone like that. No, I meant that he knew someone who'd been abused and that made this case harder for him. He needed to save that little girl to make up for the one he knew had been hurt before."

Don scrubbed his face with his hands. "He was just so far out of line on this one. It scared me. It made me worry about what else he might try to do on his own. After that sniper case..." his voice trailed off as he lost himself in memory.

"What about the sniper case?" Alan asked.

Don blinked, stalling. "Uh... It was just a bad case all around. His math conflicting with Edgerton's sniper expertise and stuff," he explained hastily. "He just can't do that, Dad. I need him to understand it's my job to keep everyone safe, including him, and I can't do that if everyone goes off in their own direction."

"Then you need to tell him that," Alan said, picking up his jacket. "But calmly and without raising your voice." He headed out of the kitchen with Don following behind. "He's not a kid anymore, your brother. Treat him as an adult and give him the respect he deserves. It'll make a big difference in how you work together." He paused on his way to the stairs. "But treat him like your baby brother and be prepared for him to play the brat."

"Yeah, I think I made that mistake tonight," Don said ruefully.

"Then make up for it," Alan advised him. "Nothing's ever come between you two for long. If you really want to work it out? You can." He started up the steps. "I'm bushed. I'm heading to bed. Good night."

"Night, Pop."

Don stood at the foot of the stairs until well after his father's bedroom door closed. Finally he headed up the stairs and stood at Charlie's door. A thin band of bright light shone under the door, so he knew his brother was still up. He raised his hand to knock, but paused when he heard Charlie's voice on the other side of the door, muffled but mostly audible.

"...fucking pain in the ass. I tell you, I've had it with him..."

Don rested his forehead against the door for a moment. He could hear Charlie's footfall inside the room and knew he was pacing while on the phone - something Don had watched him do often. He gave the door a frustrated little kick then headed back down the stairs and out the front door.

He started his car and after a long glance up at the light in Charlie's window, he headed back to his own apartment.


He was nearly asleep when he heard his apartment door open. Only one person had a key, but Charlie was the last person he expected at 1AM. Still, Don knew the sound of Charlie moving about his apartment well - tossing his bag on the couch, kicking off his shoes, hanging up his coat in the hall closet...

By the time the bedroom door opened, Don was ready, but still confused as to why Charlie was there.

He said nothing - neither of them did - as Charlie undressed in the dim light that leaked through the blinds from the street lights outside.

Don lay on his side facing him, but not looking directly at him, waiting for Charlie to explain himself.

Rather than get into the empty side of the bed next to him, Charlie walked around and got into Don's side of the bed, laying down right behind him. When Don tried to roll over to face him, Charlie put a hand on his hip to stop him.

"Don't." His voice had a low tone of warning to it, foreign to Don's ears, and he halted more out of surprise than anything.

Charlie's hands made short work of the drawstring tie on Don's pajama bottoms and he eased them down and off Don quickly and efficiently.

"What..." Don didn't even get a sentence out before Charlie shushed him brusquely.

"Don't talk," he admonished. "I'm the one in control."

Don felt Charlie's hand on his back, pushing him to bend at the waist as he felt Charlie's erection press insistently against his ass.

He fought down every instinct he had to resist and complied without speaking. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, struggling against the tension inside.

He heard Charlie spit in his hand a couple of times then felt his fingers slick and cool at his entrance.

He started a bit at the invasion of two fingers, but held his tongue. Charlie's other hand had wrapped around the back of his neck, effectively holding him in place.

He heard Charlie spit again and he braced himself as he felt the head of his brother's cock rubbing against him, demanding and unapologetic.

Charlie worked the head of his cock inside slowly, then thrust the rest of the way in all at once. Don felt a searing sensation as he was penetrated and let out a wordless cry, more of shock than of pain. Gasping, he fisted his hands in the sheets and tried to stay still.

Charlie paused for a moment, then pulled out slowly before setting up a regular rhythm.

Once the initial discomfort wore off, Don's cock hardened as his interest grew. When Charlie shifted to nudge his prostate, Don shuddered at the unique pleasure, finally turning himself over into his brother's hands.

Charlie drove into him just hard enough to be rough, but not uncaring. His thrusts were measured but forceful and he held Don still with a bruising grip on his neck and hip.

A low groan was his only warning before Charlie spasmed and stiffened behind him, digging his fingernails into Don's flesh as he came.

Panting, he laid still for a moment before slipping the hand from Don's hip to his neglected cock. A few strokes later Don succumbed as well, biting his lip to keep from crying out.

Still joined they lay there in the dark, their labored breathing the only sound.

A few minutes later Charlie got up, showered, dressed and went home without saying another word.

Don let him.


"I can have Professor Liu in Engineering take a look to confirm the calculations if you'd like. She can tell us if we've left out or improperly weighted any key factors."

"That would be great, thanks. I tell you, if it was up to me, I'd fire both the architect and the contractor, but it's not my project. I'm just the lowly consultant brought in to salvage it."

Don tapped on Charlie's open office door at Cal Sci and stood on the threshold as he waited for his brother and father to acknowledge his presence.

"Donnie!" Alan said brightly.

"Don," Charlie said coolly, but professionally.

"Am I interrupting?" Don asked. "I could come back if you're busy."

"We're just finishing up here," Charlie said, rolling up a set of blueprints. "Dad has a new project that needs some failure point analysis and I'm going to be working with our Engineering department to pinpoint the flaws in the original plans."

Don nodded appreciatively. "Sounds good. Dad's lucky to have you helping him." He held up a folder. "I was hoping you might be willing to help us out too. We recovered a huge list of email addresses from Lamberg's computer, but all the messages he sent were encrypted. We were hoping you might have some kind of tools to help us figure out who on this list might be part of the child porn ring Lamberg was involved in."

Charlie bristled slightly, but nodded calmly. "I can help with that. I have an algorithm I've used before that I can adapt to add a variable for attachment size, assuming he sent the pornographic images via email."

"I'll make sure you're given access to a copy of his encrypted email storage." Charlie held out his hand and Don handed him the folder. "I realize you're busy, so just let me know when you'll have time for us."

"I have a break after my 11AM lecture, so I'll make the modifications then. Just have the techs load the email data into my folder on your server so I can get it when I connect via remote access."

"I'll call them as soon as I leave and have them take care of it."

Charlie nodded. "Great."

There was a brief pause in which Alan looked between the two of them expectantly.

"That's it?" he asked, incredulous.

"What?" Don asked, as Charlie looked equally confused.

"You two get in a big fight and now you're treating each other like co-workers?"

Don shrugged. "This is Charlie's office. If I expect his respect at the FBI I have to respect his time and position here."

Charlie bowed his head in gratitude. "Thank you," he said solemnly. "That means a lot to me."

"Huh..." Alan smirked at them. "Well, obviously you two worked something out."

Don and Charlie shared a glance.

"I'd say we came to an understanding," Don said carefully.

"Good," Alan said. He gathered up his things and headed for the door. "Then I can go back to work secure in the knowledge my sons won't try to kill each other once I leave the room."

"See you at home," Charlie said waving him off as Don did the same.

Once the door closed, Don turned to face Charlie.


"Yes?" Charlie said expectantly.

"Our baseball team's playing the DA's office tonight after work. You going to come?" Don asked hopefully.

Charlie smiled, reached into his bowl of gumballs and tossed Don a red one.

"Wouldn't miss it..."

Emma DeMarais: BlueEyeemmademarais on July 30th, 2007 09:28 am (UTC)
I confess I don't really feel like talking about fic tonight.

If you want to know anything about this fic, feel free to ask me in comments.


Emma DeMarais
andi: Don moody B&Wadmiralandrea on July 30th, 2007 10:30 am (UTC)
Hm. Interesting story. Very intriguing. I'm very curious about the relationship in this and the way Charlie treats Don and Don takes it, when he comes to him in the night like that... It seems like there's a lot unexplained there.
fredbassettfredbassett on July 30th, 2007 02:06 pm (UTC)
I liked this a lot. An awful lot. And it worked perfectly for me in how you dealt with the tension between them. There's also something about angry sex that I find strangely attractive in fic. Iit resonates particularly with me at the moment as the last part of one series I'm working on had a definietly sort of angry sex scene, which still needs the aftermath dealing with, so I loved the way your worked this through so successfully.

Thanks for sharing this.