Consequences (Holes 3), Part 6: Climax
Title: Consequences (Holes 3) (6/7)
Sequel to Holes and Both Sides of the Wall (Though I summarize the previous stories in part 1 of this story.)
Holes Series Chapter List
Fandom: NUMB3RS
Pairing/characters: Charlie Eppes/OMC
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Charlie has given NSA Agent José Daniels the program he promised, and José comes to Charlie's office to express his thoughts.
Part 6: Climax
José crosses a line. / Charlie dimly hears the reason for the anger.
Word Count: 1226
Notes/Warnings: Rough sex, hate sex, breathplay
Part 6: Climax
For a moment, José just held his hands around Eppes' throat. He wanted Eppes to open his eyes, to question what he was doing. José honestly had no idea what he would do if Eppes told him to stop.
He wanted to find out.
He was afraid to find out.
He began to squeeze Eppes' throat lightly, but his hands wanted to tighten hard. It was like his hate was throbbing through his fingers, turning, twisting towards Eppes. It made no sense. Eppes had given him everything.
For all of José's life before now, there was only one person's throat that José had ever wanted to have his hands around.
"Antonio 'Taza' Echeverría," José said quietly, though he was sure Eppes could hear. Just saying that name out loud made him tremble. "He's a Venezuelan gang leader, one of the most powerful. He has international ties to money-laundering for terrorists."
José lightly held Eppes' throat while his cock continued to stroke Eppes' ass. He found it strangely settling.
Antonio 'Taza' Echeverría had just been a punk kid in Caracas when he had set in motion José's future. José's mother was the strongest person that José had ever known, but she still turned pale when she described how Taza had orchestrated a gang rape of her when she'd stood up to him as a teenager. She had survived the gang rape, barely, and afterwards had made her perilous way to America. She had been granted asylum, thank God, and years later José had been born. But that gang rape continued to haunt her, continued in the men she chose to have around her, violent men who always protected her at first before turning on her and her son.
"Your program," José said. "It found an email. Between junior, bottom-rung lieutenants in Taza's gang. It was in an English/Spanish creole with a lot of Wayúu thrown in and even some Yanomamö. Those are indigenous languages."
It had been a seemingly frivolous email about a party, but Eppes' program had insisted that it was important, so José had followed up on it. More digging had led him to information about a meeting. One which Taza himself would be at. José's boss had contacted sources in the CIA in Caracas and they had raided the meeting. They had taken Taza into custody just before he was about to kill someone.
José said, "It led to the capture of Taza, along with a lot of evidence."
They had Taza in custody. It took José's breath away to think of it. The evidence they recovered was substantial and damning and might actually hold up in the shaky Venezuelan courts. That's if Taza survived in jail until trial. But even if Taza somehow got out of jail, he would immediately be killed by his former associates for letting their money-laundering scheme get exposed.
Taza's future was very bleak and very short.
Eppes' eyes opened and he looked up at José. He didn't speak, but the question was in his eyes.
Anger came rushing back and José's hands began to squeeze tighter. He felt the pulsing of Eppes' blood under his fingers.
He growled, "Your program did this. Not me, even though I have been trying to bring him to justice my entire life. Your program."
It had short-cut all his work, leap-frogged through years of pain-staking labor, beat multiple taskforces, and just handed him Taza on a silver platter.
He squeezed harder.
"I'm going to get a raise and a promotion," José hissed, as Eppes began to gasp. "And I won't deserve it. Because I will never know if I could have caught Taza myself."
He would never be able to avenge his mother, never be able to get back at all his mother's violent boyfriends by taking down their predecessor.
All his life's work was worthless. All he had needed to do was give one mathematician rough sex.
"I'm only good for one thing now…"
He tightened his grip on Eppes' throat and began to pound into his ass.
"Tell me to stop!" José dared. Begged?
But Eppes just gasped for air and shook. José pounded harder. The desk creaked and scraped against the floor.
Eppes's back arched, his mouth opened soundlessly, his eyes rolled backwards. His ass tightened around José's cock.
Then Eppes's body was flailing, jerking, and cum was shooting out of his cock.
José's orgasm came in a rush of hot urgency, slamming through him like a firestorm. He drove it deep into Eppes.
Only when he was finished was he able to loosen his hands from Eppes' throat.
Eppes sucked in air then just lay there, empty and staring at the ceiling.
Charlie felt Daniels' large hands come to rest on his throat. His heartrate increased, though it was already high with all the deliciously harsh things Daniels had been doing to him. Daniel's thumbs rubbed over the major arteries in Charlie's neck. Charlie's cock slid in Charlie's grip as Daniel's continued to fuck him. Would Daniels squeeze more?
Charlie was trying to decide if he wanted him to when Daniels said a name.
Daniels voice was thick and heavy and Charlie felt the name reverberate through Daniels' body.
Daniels continued, "He's a Venezuelan gang leader, one of the most powerful. He has international ties to terrorism and money-laundering."
Daniels didn't say more for a long moment. Charlie's attention returned to the burning sensations on his chest from his abused nipples, the flaring points of pain from his groin where Daniels' had roughly pinched him, the light pressure of Daniels' hands around his throat, and most of all the cock that steadily drove into Charlie's ass.
Daniels spoke again and Charlie struggled to listen.
"…found an email," Daniels was saying. "…bottom-rung lieutenants in Taza's gang. …English/Spanish creole…Wayúu…Yanomamö…indigenous languages."
Daniels' hands tightened slightly with each word. Charlie could feel the pounding of blood in his head.
Daniels said thickly, "It led to the capture of Taza, along with a lot of evidence."
That finally got through to Charlie. Was this the point where Daniels expressed his gratitude? Went soft on him? Daniels' tightening hands didn't signal gratitude.
Charlie opened his eyes to see if Daniels' expression explained anything.
Daniels' perfectly symmetrical face was dark with anger.
Daniels' hands suddenly squeezed tighter.
Through the rushing in ears, Charlie heard, "Your program did this. Not me, even though I have been trying to bring him to justice my entire life. Your program." Hate resonated from every word.
Charlie began to tremble. His cock was hard in his hand.
Daniels continued, "…raise and a promotion. …won't deserve…"
Charlie's hearing began to fade and his breathing grew more difficult.
"…never know if I could have caught Taza…. …only good for one thing…"
Daniels' hands squeezed, cutting off air, bloodflow. His cock drove hard and brutal into Charlie's ass.
Daniels snarled something but Charlie couldn't hear. His body was on fire, his brain shrieking warnings, drowned out by the pleasure screaming through him.
His whole existence narrowed down to the orgasm shredding its way out of his balls. He couldn't feel anything but the pleasure/pain/pleasure as the most intense orgasm of his life clawed its way through his body.
There was no math this time, just pure vicious ecstasy.
There was an after, of some sort, but Charlie was gone.