A/N: sorry for the long delay on the update.

summary: Ian takes advantage of Charlie's weakness

rating: NC-17/R

notes: contains slash don't like it don't read it

Ch. 13: Deception

Colby sat at the table watching his lover at the bar. The green-eyed agent sighed as Charlie downed another shot; he couldn't stop replaying their argument. Colby tried to remember what he could have done but nothing came to mind. He desperately wanted to go over and talk to his lover, but he knew the mathematician well enough to know to give him his space. Closing his eyes he rested his head back on the wall. Meanwhile a pair of predatory eyes were watching over him and smiling smugly about their intentions.

Ian was standing to the side waiting to continue with his plan, chuckling to himself. "My, oh, my Professor, you're making this far too easy for me. I was hoping for a challenge, but it doesn't matter. In the end, I always get my man."

Colby jumped when he felt someone touch his knee. "Jeez, didn't mean to scare you." came the voice of his boss and friend.

"It's okay, I was just…"

"Thinking about my bro." Don teased slightly.

"Uh…yea." Colby said smiling half-heartedly.

Don looked at his youngest agent with concern. "Hey, Colbs, is everything okay with you and Charlie?" he asked sitting down next to him.

Colby ran a hand through his honey-brown hair, and looked a past the raven haired agent's shoulder. "I don't know. He's acting weird and he won't talk to me about it."

"You know, Charlie. I'm sure it's nothing." Don didn't finish as he saw Colby's face and turned around. There at the bar was his baby brother gulping down shots of tequila. "How long…many…" He stammered.

"It's been a while, I'll say it's his fifteenth shot."

Don was in disbelief. His brother never drank like this before in his life. Turning back around he looked at Colby, who was making great friends with the floor.

"I tried to… but he blew me off, and with everything that is going on with us.." He felt his lead agent pat his shoulder.

Charlie lost count on how much liquor he had consumed. He really didn't care, he just wanted the sniper's words out of his head, but nothing seemed to work. Ian's words ran through his head. He detested not being able to control his thoughts and emotions. The mathematician felt vulnerable and invalid as another round of fiery liquid ran down his throat. Charlie knew he probably had reached his limit but he didn't care. If the one he loved truly stopped caring and trusting why should he care? The curly haired professor brought the glass once again to his lips when he felt someone put their hand on his shoulder and snatch the glass from him. "Hey!" he protested reaching for the glass.

"I believe that's enough there, Chuck." Don said gulping down the liquid and signaling to the bartender to cut Charlie off.

"No, it's not." Charlie slurred reaching slightly for his half empty beer bottle. "Hey…give…here…mine." He whined when the bottle was taken from his grasp.

"Don't think so, Charlie."

The mathematician eyes widen when he heard the voice, turning he pushed the owner of the voice away. "Leave…stay. way…from…me." He said incoherently.

Don saw the ex-military agent stagger backwards after his brother pushed him. "Easy, chuck. He's just trying to help." Don told his brother was he grabbed his arm and slung it over his shoulder. The raven-haired agent almost lost his balance as he felt his brother squirm violently.

"Don't touch me." He heard his brother yell at the green-eyed agent.

"Charlie, I'm just trying…" Don saw Colby make a movement towards his brother, who pulled away. The ex-triple agent looked at his boss in desperation. Don didn't the know what to do. He was losing his balance; he never thought younger sibling would be this heavy. Just when he thought his knees were going to give in, he felt his load become lighter. Turning his head he saw Ian lift his brother.

"Don't worry, Eppes. I got the Professor." Ian said adjusting Charlie.

"Are you sure?" Don asked as Ian nodded.

"Maybe I should…" Colby started looking on feeling hopeless, but was cut off.

"Granger, maybe you should keep your distance right now." The sniper stated looking at the other former military agent.

Colby was about to protest when Don cut in. "I think Ian's right, Cols." He put his hand on the younger agent's shoulder. "Are you sure you don't mind taking him home?"

"No I don't, Eppes."

"Thanks. Here're the keys." Don stated handing the sniper the house keys.

Ian took them and headed out with a staggering Charlie. Don turned to his agent. "Don't worry, Colby. He's in good hands and safe."

Colby sighed. "Yea, I guess, you're right Don."

The drive to Casa Eppes was fairly quiet the only noises coming from a mumbling Charlie. Reaching the house, Ian turned off the ignition and undid the seatbelts. "It's time, Professor." He said smiling wickedly as Charlie just mumbled an okay. Indeed it is time. The sniper thought as he opened the passenger side door, and helped the mathematician out.

"Hmmm…you think I'm over reacting?" Charlie asked to no one in particular. "Because I think I am but some of my data disagrees."

"Well, Professor. We can't argue with your data." Ian said as he opened the door to the Eppes' residents and ushered Charlie inside.

Laughing drunkenly, "Hmmm…I always think…that." He stumbled slightly as they reached the bottom stairs. "Hey, when did we get home?" The mathematician asked honestly.

"Come on, Professor, time for bed." Ian said going up the stairs.

"Hmmm…bed…mine and …" Charlie didn't finish as they entered the room. The sniper sat Charlie down on his bed. Taking off his shoes, Charlie laid down. "Thanks, Ian. You're…you're a great friend." He slurred.

"Just a great friend, Professor?" Ian slowly sat down on the bed next to Charlie, who nodded. "Are you sure…" Ian put his hand on his cheek. "I can't be more." He leaned down and kissed the curly haired man.

Charlie froze not sure what to do. Soon he found himself responding to the sniper's kiss. When his brain finally registered what he was doing; he pushed him away. "Ian, what are you… What was that for?" he asked slightly more aware.

"Come on, I'm sure it's easy to figure out. I want you, Professor Eppes." The sniper said running a finger down Charlie's chest, and kissing him.

"Ian, I'm with Colby, you know that!" Charlie said in an annoyed tone as he pulled away from Ian.

"Honestly by what I've seen, do you think you'll be together much longer" He continued at Charlie's questioning look. "The way he was with Amita, what about David…" He said as he kissed Charlie's neck.

The mathematician closed his eyes at the contact. He really hated where Ian was taking this. "Did you see the way he was with your brother?" Charlie opened his eyes at this statement. He was about to say something in his lover's defense, but the sniper continued. "There's the fact that he didn't tell you about Amita." Charlie felt the sniper's hands slowly unbutton his shirt.

"Well he was right; it wasn't his place to tell me. Ian please stop…"

"I doubt that professor. To me it seems like his losing trust in you."

"That's not true!" Charlie stammered in protest.

"There's also the fact he let me put my hands all over him, in front of you and didn't try to stop me. Besides, Professor…" He said as his hand found its way into Charlie's boxers. "You know you want this." The smaller man jumped as the sniper's hand slowly teased him.

Charlie shook his head. It wasn't possible, Colby didn't suddenly stop loving or trusting him. He felt the other man's hand teasing him. Charlie really despised his body at the moment. He couldn't control it, his body was reacting to Ian's caresses. "Please, Ian…don't…I'm with…"

"Come on, Professor. Granger can't love you the way I do. You need someone who will take care of you." Ian continued his exploration of Charlie's neck and body. He heard the man underneath him moan.

The mathematician really, really hated himself. Why couldn't he just tell Ian to actually stop or try to stop him? Did he really believe Ian and his words? Did he want, did he need someone else to make him feel loved.

Ian smiled slyly; he had the curly haired professor right where he wanted. The sniper knew that deception was key to getting what he wanted.

Charlie couldn't help but close his eyes and moan as Ian continued stroking him. The tip of his length was leaking with pre-cum; suddenly the room seemed to get brighter. Opening his eyes, Charlie realized that someone had turned on the lights. Turning towards the door, he saw the one person he wished would never see this.

So Ian intentions are finally clear, you guys probably want to kill me*hiding*, what will happen next? The situation didn't really come out the way I hoped. plz R&R