Hunter
by Spirit of a Child
A.N.: Last chapter. For now anyway. Might be more later. Same format. Thank you SyberiaWinx and LuvNumb3rs and Snarky- I like it and Sushi Chi for reviewing. Yay!!! I have reviewers!!! Double yay!!!!! This scene is going to be kinda sexy, not too explicit though, so, anyway, enjoy!!
To SyberiaWinx: Yeah, thanx for r'n'ring. I love coffee just as much as he does...well, maybe not quite as much.
To LuvNumb3rs: Thanx for the review, this isn't really the greatest format, but I want to stay consistent. I'm trying to make it seem like it's literally coming from inside his head. Does your mind ever do that? Have conversations with itself? Mine does, so anyway.
To Snarky- I like it: I'm not entirely sure what you mean. Do yo u mean that you don't like him saying that in his head to the reader, or that you don't like it when he says that to Megan? That kinda confused me. Thanx for the review! Yay reviews!
To Sushi Chi: Here it is, enjoy! I may write some other Edgerton\Charlie stuff. But I'm gonna need ideas for a name for them. You know, like when they morph the names together. And make it sound cool. Like on X-Men they've got Kyro (Kitty and Pyro) and RoLo (Storm and Logan). And on NBC they had those hilarious ones like Jam (Jim and Pam) Dwangela (Dwight and Angela) and Jurk (J. D. and Turk on the Scrubs musical. LMFAO). Oh yeah, and on Star Wars they have Obidala (Obi-Wan and Padme). Stuff like that. But Charliton doesn't sound that cool or funny. Or Edgerlie. Ooooo. That's an idea. Edgerlie. LMAO.
Enjoy it!! I hope this inspires you to write an Edgerton fanfic wink wink :-P
I sigh with relief.
We got him.
The criminal.
I shot him in the arm.
That's enough to keep me content.
Almost.
Almost enough.
Because he is mine.
Charlie is so mine that he is not going to know what hit him.
Poor kid.
I see Megan watching me as I eye Charlie.
I ignore her.
Everyone is shaking hands.
Congratulating one another.
Charlie doesn't seem too happy though.
Poor kid.
All those deaths shook him up.
It's a good thing he doesn't really work in our field.
It's a really good thing.
Don and them are going to the Eppes house for some "refreshments".
In other words it is going to be a Beerfest.
Beer is not as good as coffee, but it's still good.
Charlie tells Don that he will catch up with them later.
Don doesn't sense his brother's nervousness.
But I do.
Something is eating at Charlie.
The rest go, leaving Charlie and me alone.
I sit beside the kid who has parked himself on Don's desk,
"Something wrong Professor?"
I smile.
He gives me a weak, nervous smile,
"I'm f-fine. Just, um, kinda, um, tired. Just tired. I need to get home".
He gets up rather quickly and turns to leave.
I catch a hold of his sleeve,
"Charlie-".
He cuts me off quickly,
"Really Ian, I need to go".
I hear the crack in his voice and I know.
He knows.
He knows about me.
About what I want.
Somehow or other, he knows.
And he's scared of me.
I grab his arm and sit him down,
"Sit".
He sits, obviously terrified of me.
I sigh.
This is not going to be easy.
Not easy at all,
"I know your scared of me Charlie, it's so obvious that it's not even funny. But I'm not gonna hurt you".
I lay a hand on his shoulder.
He stares at it and whispers,
"I know you don't want to hurt me. But I know what you do want to do".
Dammit.
He does know.
Double dammit.
I don't know what to say.
He's looking at me.
He's expecting me to answer.
But I can't.
I can't even look the kid in the eye.
Triple dammit.
He goes on, his voice wavering,
"You know Ian, it wouldn't be as bad if you actually cared about me. I could handle this if I knew that you didn't just want me as a plaything, if I knew that you actually-" the words caught in his throat.
I'm hurting the poor kid.
I glance around.
I run my fingers lightly through his hair.
It feels just as good as I imagined.
I watched him shiver at my touch.
I wasn't pulling on his hair.
Or digging my fingers into his scalp.
I wasn't threatening him.
But I do understand.
Being caressed by another man can be kind of unnerving.
I lean down.
Whisper into his ear,
"I do care about you kid. I care a lot about you. Sometimes I don't act like it, but I do. You're more than a toy to me, you are a living, breathing, thinking, feeling person. But that doesn't change the fact that I want you. And let me tell you, I want you".
I slip my hand through his hair.
Cup his cheek in my palm.
He still looks scared.
I look in his eyes.
And try to reassure him.
But he shies away from my touch,
"I'm sorry Ian, I-"
I pull him into a passionate kiss before he can finish.
I put one hand behind his head.
One on his back.
To ensure he won't get away.
He tastes even sweeter than I imagined.
But he pulls away.
I can feel his terrified desperation.
I let him pull away, but keep him firmly in my grasp.
He gasps, jerking away from me,
"Ian please, Ian. Please don't do this, please".
He's sobbing now.
I let him go.
He pulls away so fast that he falls over.
I use all my self-control to not laugh at him.
Because this is dead serious.
And Charlie is hurting.
Poor kid.
Poor sweet kid.
I watch him.
He gets up.
Backs away.
Never taking his eyes off of me.
I open my mouth.
Trying to apologize.
But he doesn't let me,
"Leave me alone Ian, leave me alone. DAMMIT LEAVE ME ALONE!!!".
I recoil at the vicious verbal bite.
Maybe.
Just maybe.
He's right.
Maybe I should leave him alone.
He doesn't want me.
He doesn't even want to here me apologize.
I shrug, pushing down the hurt,
"Fine. It's obvious you think I'm some kind of animal. I won't disgust you anymore".
I leave.
Push past him.
He just stands there.
I don't look back.
There's no point.
Why should I even hope that he'll call me back?
They never do.
Never.
Every single damn one of them are the same.
I ram my fist against the elevator button.
First thing I'm going to do is go down to the gun range and shoot something.
And I don't care if it's a real person or a dummy.
I'm just gonna shoot it like there's no tomorrow.
And it's gonna feel good.
My fist is clenched in a death grip.
I can feel my nails digging into the flesh on my palm.
But I don't care.
I don't care.
I don't care.
I don't care.
I'm just going to keep telling myself that.
If I tell myself that long enough it will be true.
I don't care.
I don't care.
I don't care.
I don't care.
I don't care.
I don't care.
I don't care.
I don't care.
I don't care.
I don't care.
I don't care.
I don't care.
I don't care.
I don't care.
I don't care.
I don't care.
I don't care.
I feel a hand on my shoulder.
I turn around sharply.
Charlie recoils.
I deadpan him,
"What?"
He looks nervous.
Upset.
Guilty,
"Ian, I..."
He stops.
Scared of my reaction.
I speak slowly, not daring to trust,
"You don't have to apologize to me kid. I respect your wishes. I'll just go".
He cringes slightly.
The elevator opens.
Neither of us move.
He breaks the silence,
"I have to go down too, so...".
We cautiously step onto the elevator.
I push the floor button and the doors close.
I glance at him.
He quickly looks away.
He was staring at me.
I feel a slight smile flicker on my lips.
I bounce back quickly.
One of my more annoying traits.
But back to the kid.
Now that he's gotten over the initial shock, he's curious.
Whether he wants me to or not, I intrigue him.
He wants to know more.
He wants to know what I know.
Why I do what I do.
Why I want what I want.
He looks nervous.
He's still scared.
I fight my desire.
Not yet.
He quickly turns and catches my gaze.
I smirk,
"Am I creeping you out Professor?"
His eyes narrow.
He knows this game.
And he knows that I will win.
I can't contain the large, evil grin spreading over my face.
He glances nervously at the floor number.
Five.
He glances back at me.
I grin.
He gulps.
He fixes his eyes on the ever so slowly changing floor numbers.
Hoping that if he ignores me I'll leave him alone.
Pretty stupid for a genius.
I silently raise my hand and sneak it behind him.
Then all of a sudden I grab his shoulder.
He jumps out of his skin and whirls around.
I smirk.
I squeeze his shoulder.
He tries to shrug my hand off.
I'm not swayed.
He glances nervously back up at me.
I gently move my hand to the back of his neck and began to massage.
I immediately realize I've done something right.
His eyes roll back into his head and he begins to whimper with pleasure.
It takes every bit of self-control I have not to start laughing.
I glance at the floor number.
Three.
I move behind him and use both hands to massage his neck.
He's shaking with pleasure now.
I can't help it.
I start laughing.
He turns and looks quizzically at me.
I just laugh harder.
I manage to get a grip before we reach the ground floor.
We reach the door when he smacks his forehead.
"Oh dammit. My car's not here. I rode with Don".
I look sideways at him,
"You can ride with me if you want to".
He looks at me.
I smirk,
"Just keep in mind that I drop you off on the side of the road if you start up with your voodoo math talk".
He can't help but smile.
We step outside into the night.
Not a very dark night.
Not in LA.
But night, none the same.
I unlock my SUV and Charlie nervously gets in.
We leave.
He sits staring at his hands, silent.
I glance at him.
He looks lost in thought.
Math voodoo.
After a few minutes he surprises me by speaking up,
"Ian, I shouldn't have...I shouldn't have gotten so angry. You really didn't do anything wrong".
I glance disbelievingly at him,
"Kid, I pretty much sexually harassed you. I'd say I did something wrong".
He looks at me, his large brown eyes serious.
"The thing is Ian, it was just that...well, I wasn't expecting you to..."
He didn't finish.
I keep my eyes on the road,
"To kiss you?"
I don't look at him but I know he's nodding.
He fidgets,
"Ian, I...for the longest time...I um, have kinda..."
I look at him,
"Kinda what?"
I look back at the road.
He sounds extremely uncomfortable,
"Kinda...um, kinda had a, um...well...a crush on you".
My hands tighten on the wheel and my foot rams the brakes.
The SUV slams to a halt.
I stare at him helplessly.
He gives me a sheepish smile.
I hear some people honking at me so I push the gas and go.
There is a thick awkward silence.
I break it, well aware that my voice has risen three octaves,
"You. You have a crush. On me. A crush on me. You have a crush on me?".
He nods, obviously disturbed by my uncharacteristically vulnerable tone of voice,
"For a long time".
I stop for a stoplight.
I lay my head down on the wheel,
"When did you...?"
He glances at me,
"When did I what?"
I swallow,
"When did you first know you...you had a crush on me".
He shrugs,
"The first time I met you".
I look at him.
He smiles,
"The moment I first saw you, you were just standing there with your hands in your pockets. You were so smooth and cool. And I amused you. You were genuinely amused by me. From then on I had the biggest crush on you. I think I did a good job of hiding it".
I stare at him,
"Me too. I mean, the first time we met. But I knew it when I told you that we Snipers love what we do, and that it wasn't a guess, it was a fact and you gave me that look like you thought I was some kind of gun-loving retard".
He grins,
"We are some strange gay guys".
I don't disagree,
"Yes we are. Some very strange gay guys".
The light turns green.
I go.
All of a sudden I swerve off the road and into a back parking lot.
Charlie looks at me,
"Why did we stop?"
I give him a look.
He blinks,
"Oh".
I run my fingers through his hair and grin,
"I'm gonna enjoy this".
He swallows,
"Ian, I want to do this, but..."
I lean down and caress his cheek with my lips,
"But what Professor?"
He shivers at our proximity,
"I've never done this before. I mean, not with a guy".
I bring my face down so we're eye to eye and grin,
"It's just like it is with a girl, except you really gotta fight for domination".
I grab him and force my lips on his.
He whimpers.
He moans.
He shakes.
He shivers.
I growl.
I hiss.
I tense.
I rub.
He leans upwards.
He wraps his arms around my neck.
He moans needily.
He whimpers adoringly.
I lean downward.
I clutch his hair.
I moan with pleasure.
I growl forcefully.
He removes his lips from mine and starts sucking on my ear.
I chuckle with amusement.
I tug on his hair.
He grunts.
I laugh.
He nibbles.
I moan.
He nips.
I whimper.
He laughs.
I twist.
I've got him in my lap now.
I wrap my arms around him and whisper into his ear,
"Your mine now Professor Eppes".
He shivers,
"Yes, I think I am".
I bury my face in the crook of his neck.
I begin to suckle.
He shivers again.
I smile,
"I've got you now".
He turns to look at me,
"No you don't. I have you".
And I realize he's right.
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A.N: Alright. Admit that I'm awesome. You know I am.
LOL. JK.
I hope this inspires you. I may update again sometime. I'm not sure. I'm going to leave the actual sex for you to imagine.
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