Title: Home Is Where The Heart Is.
Fandom: CSI/Numb3rs.
Pairing: Don/Charlie.
Author: Aiden.
Chapters: (5/?)
Ratings: FRAO.
Warnings: Slash, incest, language.
Summary: Charlie is getting back at Amita.
Beta: SRS/Silvia *hugs* Thanks a bunches for all the help.
Author's note: This is my first back story.
Pacing the garage, Charlie waited for his mate. He'd tried to work on a math problem earlier, but he was having a hard time concentrating. As anger boiled through him, all he could think of was getting back at Amita for threatening his mate.
No one messed with his mate and got away with it - especially not that bitch.
Suddenly, the pieces of the puzzle fell together. Grinning, he murmured, "That should work." Taking out his cell, he punched in a number that he knew by heart.
'This is Jeffrey.'
Charlie smiled at his friend's slightly nasal voice. "Hi, Jeff. It's Charlie. I need a huge favor."
'Charlie. It's good to hear from you. What can I do?' Jeffrey asked him.
Charlie explained what he needed, and smiled when his friend promised to take care of it – no questions asked. Clicking his phone shut, Charlie slouched on the sofa, waiting for his mate to come home.
Don arrived a half-hour later, calling out to his mate as soon as he arrived. "Charlie, where are you?"
"I'm in here, Don." Charlie stood and walked over to Don, when he entered the garage. "Did everything work out?" he asked, smiling at his mate.
"Yeah, I gave her one day to leave town or else," Don said calmly. "Why are you so happy?" he asked, curious at the twinkle in Charlie's eyes.
Grabbing Don's shirt, Charlie pulled him in and kissed his mate. "I…called…in…a favor," Charlie explained between kisses.
Surprised, Don looked at his mate. "Wha-" he started to say but was stopped by Charlie's mouth.
When they broke off, both of them were panting but smiling.
"I called Jeffrey, and I had Amita's credit cards revoked. She won't be able to use them again..."
"God, I love how your brain works," Don said, smiling at his mate. "Wait. This Jeffrey works for who?"
"You know I'd have to kill you if I told you," Charlie grinned, feeling happy for the first time since this dust-up had occurred with the bitch.
Don smirked, finding his mate's happiness to be contagious. "Then don't tell me," he said, moving his finger over his mate's lower lip. "But it was nice work anyway."
"That will teach her. No one messes with you and gets away with it," Charlie growled, tightening his grip on Don's shirt.
Don kissed him, hard and bruising, possessively. "I love you."
"I love you, too," Charlie said, rubbing up against his mate's strong body, delighted when he felt's Don's arousal. "Why don't we take this somewhere else?"
Don nodded and took his mate's hand, leading him up to the house, up the stairs and into their bedroom. Once there, he slowly undressed his mate, kissing and licking his chest.
Charlie arched into Don's touch, moaning. "Fuck…Don…you're…," he gasped when Don took one nipple between his teeth, flicking his tongue over it until it pebbled.
Don repeated the torture on the other nipple even as he started to unbuckle and unzip Charlie's pants. Pushing them down along with Charlie's underwear, Don smiled when he saw his mate hard and ready.
"Mmhmm," Don said, wrapped a hand around his mate's throbbing cock. He leaned forward and whispered in Charlie's ear, "Let me take care of that." He moved his tongue over Charlie's scruffy cheek and down his neck. Kissing a trail down his mate's broad chest, Don dropped to his knees and licked his lips as he replaced his hand with his mouth, taking him all in.
Charlie cried out. "Shit…Don…yeah," he panted, his hands find their way to Don's head.
Don started to move up and down, slowly teasing his mate. When he heard Charlie moan and curse, he smiled and started to hum.
Gasping, Charlie pushed his hips forward. "Please…faster," he pleaded.
Don began to move harder and faster, feeling his mate's orgasm about to break.
"Don," Charlie screamed as he came inside his lover's mouth.
Swallowing to the last drop, Don released Charlie's softening cock, licking his lips as he savored his mate's essence. Standing, Don took Charlie in his arms and kissed him hard.
Charlie moaned into the kiss, deepening it. Moving his tongue over Don's teeth, he demanded entrance as tongues tangling, playing a sensual game.
Don led his mate towards the bed and pushed him down playfully. Stripping quickly, he joined his sated lover on the bed, straddling his hips. He moved his hands up and down Charlie's chest, feeling as a shudder ran through his lover's body.
"I want you inside me," Charlie whispered, his eyes glowing yellow.
Moving back, Don smiled at his mate and grabbed the lube that was sitting on the bedside table. He put some on his fingers and inserted one inside the tight hole. Slowly, he moved his finger in and out, stretching his mate. Inserting a second finger, Don started to move faster, drawing a moan from his lover's lips. A third finger followed, and after a few minutes, he was satisfied that his mate was properly stretched.
Charlie whimpered when Don pulled out his fingers.
"Patience," Don snickered as he moved between Charlie's legs.
"Fuck…get on… with it," Charlie demanded, raising his knees and baring himself to his mate.
Don rubbed lube on his own hard cock and positioned himself over Charlie. Slowly, he slipped inside his lover, feeling Charlie's muscles contract around his cock.
"Relax, babe," Don whispered as he moved his hand over his mate's chest.
Charlie breathed in and out, relaxing when Don started to move in and out, setting a steady pace. "Don…you're killing…," Charlie cried out.
Despite the building pleasure, Don grinned. "What?" he asked innocent, deliberately not picking up the pace.
"Faster…please," Charlie pleaded desperately, arching his back when Don leaned forward and started to kiss his chest.
Don smiled and started to move faster, harder. "Anything for you."
Charlie hissed when Don hit his prostate with a hard thrust. Closing his eyes, he saw stars, bride stars. "Oh…God."
Feeling his orgasm building, Don pounded in and out, panting and moaning.
Charlie felt a shudder ran down his spine as his lover moved even faster and harder. Fuck, this was heaven.
"Fenris," Don shouted Charlie's given wolf name as he came inside his mate. Melting over Charlie, Don tried to catch his breath. "Shit…," he panted, "this…was…"
"Heaven," Charlie ended his sentence.
"Yeah," Don said. Lifting himself up, Don pulled out of his lover slowly. "Are you okay?"
Charlie nodded, looking at Don with love and passion shining in his eyes. "Yeah, never better."
"I love you," Don said as he leaned forward and kissed his lover again.
Charlie cupped the back of Don's head, not wanting to let the kiss end. "Love you, too," Charlie said, smiling at him.
Don lied down and pulled Charlie in his arms. "Sleep, I'll keep you safe."
"Mmhmm, I know." Charlie snuggled deeper into Don's arms and fell asleep in minutes.
Don lied awake for some time, thinking about what had happened today. No one would take Charlie away from him. He would kill, if necessary, to keep his mate safe and by his side.
When Charlie's cell rang, Don looked at his sleeping lover. Making sure not to wake him up, Don picked up the phone and checked the ID. Recognizing the number, he answered it. "Yeah."
'Don? She's gone.' The voice on the other side of the phone was cold and efficient.
Don smiled. "Good. Make sure she's out of the state."
'I will.'
Don moved his hand through Charlie's sweat-damp curls. "Thanks, Ian."
'No problem,' the sniper replied. 'Say hi to Charlie for me, and take care of him.'
Don clicked Charlie's phone shut and looked down at his lover, grinning. He should have known that Charlie would call Ian to keep an eye on Amita.
"I love you, Mo Anam Cara."
TBC.
Mo Anam Cara = My Soul mate. Gaelic.
