Title: Into Dust 4/5
Author: scotsrock
Pairing: Don/Charlie
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Rating: R (kissing, hints)
Word Count: 823 Disclaimer: Not mine. This is fiction.
Feedback: Awesome Author's Notes: Don loves Charlie. Inspired by Nickelback "Far Away".
Don was sitting at the table while Charlie was in the kitchen preparing breakfast. Dad was downtown and so only the two of them were at home. Charlie insisted on making the breakfast on his own. Don had tried to talk him out of it, had wanted help but Charlie had pushed him out of the kitchen.
One week has passed since Don had found Charlie. Seven days of restless nights for all three of them. With Charlie waking up almost every few hours, screaming his soul out it was almost impossible to get some sleep. But Don didn't care. He had given up in trying to fall asleep at all. He had to be there for Charlie.
Don looked down on his empty plate, then peeked into the kitchen. What the heck was Charlie doing there? He smiled secretly to himself. It was a step forward that Charlie was walking, talking almost normally again and actually doing something. Don knew how Charlie loved his numbers but it seemed that this time no math in the world would help him erase those memories. The smile vanished as Don again, for the thousandth time this week, recalled the image of Norton and his gang. He had had the opportunity to shoot them down. He should have done it. He should have... And here we go again, Don thought and dropped the topic.
"Ouch!", he could suddenly hear from the kitchen.
"Everything all right?", he asked and stood up.
"Erm...Yes, yes...Everything's fine.", came the answer with a voice showing that Charlie tried hard to suppress a whine.
Don walked into the kitchen and patted Charlie on the back. He jerked slightly under Don's touch and stayed tensed. Don let go of him.
"Charlie, you're bleeding!", Don exclaimed in horror when he noticed Charlie's bleeding finger. It was wrapped in a handkerchief, but it wasn't a good one obviously for the bleeding wouldn't stop.
For someone else it would have been just a cut finger. Nothing to worry about. But to Don it was more. Charlie was in pain. Again. It wasn't of course the most unbearable pain in the world, but it was pain after all. Don's stomach flipped a little.
"Suck on your finger.", Don said finally, still worried.
"No way I'm gonna suck my own blood. What am I? A vampire?", Charlie answered with a disgusted expression on his face.
"Fine. If you won't do it..."
Don unwrapped Charlie's finger and covered it instead in the warmth of his mouth. He sucked on it gently, the taste of blood tickling his tongue. The strange thing was Don didn't want to stop. Even when Charlie's finger had stopped bleeding.
"Don...", Charlie suddenly said, his voice low. "I think it's all right now."
Don at once returned back to his senses and let go of Charlie's finger. What was he doing?
"I'm...I'm sorry.", he whispered, his heart aching more and more with every letter that passed his lips. How could he do this to Charlie? Now, when he had been through so much these past few days. Don forced a smile on his lips and left the kitchen. He tried.
"Don't...go.", he heard Charlie say behind him.
Don didn't turn around. He stood in the doorframe and heard Charlie walking towards him. Then he was right behind him. His small arms embraced Don tightly. With one arm Don reached back and stroke Charlie's back.
"Don't leave.", Charlie murmured into Don's shoulders.
"Charlie.", Don began. "You are afraid of me. I can feel it."
It was true. Charlie's body was tensed and a slight shiver was all around his sensitive skin. Don let his head fall on his chest and rubbed his eyes. A grieving sigh went through the house. Charlie began to shake a little as he cried tears of sorrow and wetting Don's shirt.
"Stop it, Charlie.", he ordered. "Stop it. I can't bear to see you cry again."
Don finally understood. He was the one causing the pain in Charlie's heart. Don shoved Charlie's hands aside. For a moment he was thinking of leaving, walking away.
But instead he turned around. He held up Charlie's head with his hands and pressed his lips on Charlie's. It was slow, and tender, and gentle. Charlie opened his mouth and let Don in. He explored every inch of Charlie's sweet mouth, he felt his tongue, his need, his love. Charlie lay his hands on Don's hips while Don's were on his cheeks. They tilted their heads from one side to the other, wanted to gain better access, to fill each other out completely. Don ran his tongue around Charlie's lips and sucked gently on his upper lip when they eventually reached the end of the kiss which had seemed to last forever.
"I don't want you to leave, Don.", Charlie whinged, still tears shining in his eyes.
Don wiped them away with his thumbs.
"I won't."
