Consequences (Holes 3), Part 7 of 7: Conclusion
Title: Consequences (Holes 3) (7/7)
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 7: Conclusion
José makes a decision. / Charlie has some new ideas.
Word Count: 2480
Notes/Warnings: Rough sex, hate sex, breathplay
Part 7: Conclusion
Eppes wasn't moving and alarm slowly made its way through José's post-orgasm haze.
"Hey, Eppes," José said, tapping his cheek. "You okay?"
"Mmm…" Eppes said vaguely. It reminded José of the post-orgasm moment in the BDSM room, when Eppes had started doing math and José had finally realized he'd been wrong about Eppes all along.
This time, José knew that Eppes was the real deal, but he also now knew that Eppes wasn't above blackmailing José for sex.
Eppes blinked slowly at him, smiling.
José growled in frustration and pulled out of Eppes' ass. Every time he pushed Eppes far beyond normal boundaries, Eppes welcomed it.
"You have a death wish or something?" José snapped.
Eppes made a negative sound but didn't otherwise respond.
José shook his head. Every time he thought he'd be disgusted in himself by surpassing normal boundaries, he stepped over those boundaries - and enjoyed it. What was next? Actually killing Eppes?
"Would be a helluva orgasm," José said to himself with dark humor. He'd lost all idea who he was anymore. Maybe he was a murderer after all…
Shaking his head again, José cleaned himself off with tissue. He took a last long look at Eppes' stretched and inflamed asshole. The cum dripping out of it was tinged with red.
As José watched, Eppes slowly lowered his legs, and just as slowly slid to the floor. He sat there, vaguely watching José get dressed. Bruises were already starting to show on Eppes' neck.
José felt a burst of arousal, then he smiled. Maybe he'd made his point after all. When Eppes came out of his haze, he'd realize that José wasn't to be summoned for sex without consequences. Not that Eppes had summoned him this time. Well, in a way, his program had.
"Have an idea…" Eppes mumbled.
José paused in buttoning his shirt and eyed him.
Eppes said, "…how to improve your program."
"What is it with you?" José grumbled. "Another breakthrough?"
"No, not… Just an improvement. And I can separate out… I thought… I can give your boss a watered-down version. So if you ever do get caught using it, they'll think it's just the same program. But it'll still catch bad guys. Just not as good as your version."
José stared at him and Eppes lowered his eyes like he usually did. José had been feeling guilty about keeping the program to himself, though there weren't many analysts that had the linguistic skills to examine the communications the program pinpointed. But there were a few and José would, in another lifetime, have considered them trusted colleagues he'd never keep such a breakthrough from.
Now José would be waiting for this new program, so he could share it with his colleagues and remove some of the guilt for keeping it for himself. Waiting on Eppes again. Then when Eppes contacted him, Eppes would be there, desperate for sex and José would give it to him as he always did and…
No.
All along, Eppes had dictated when they had sex. In the beginning, it was because José was following him and, he thought, intercepting Eppes meeting a contact. Then it was Eppes meeting him at his office and now it was this program, which like a Pavlovian reaction, had demanded José contact Eppes for their brutal form of sex.
While José controlled every encounter, Eppes had decided when those encounters happened.
It was time for that dynamic to change.
José looked down at Eppes' lowered head. "You will not contact me unless you have an improvement in your program. Get your separate program figured out, plus any improvements to my program. Contact me and then use the same dead drop for my version. Only after I have my improved version, you can share the lightweight version with my boss. She'll give it to me and I'll send it on to some colleagues."
"Okay…"
José leaned forward. "For anything else, I will contact you if and when I want. You will be available, any time or day or location, for however I want to use your body. Understand?"
Eppes finally looked back up and his eyes were shining. "Yes."
"It may be tomorrow, or it may never happen."
Though they both knew it would happen.
José's body, even as drained as it was, pulsed with arousal at the idea. It was time for him to take back some of his life. He would no longer be a passive observer to his descent into madness.
He would be an active participant.
"I understand," Eppes said eagerly. He was still sitting on the floor, naked, with bruises and other marks visible against his pale skin.
José looked down at him for a long moment, savoring the sight.
Maybe on the next occasion, José would take his time and leave no skin unmarked. He thought of the tools he could use, skills that he'd learned in the NSA, that he could implement if he just went into an encounter with Eppes clearheaded and prepared.
José grabbed Eppes' clothes and dropped them on him. "Cover yourself, I'm going to open the door."
Eppes arranged his clothing over his body.
José took one last look at him, then turned and unblocked the door. He let himself out, shut the door behind him, and made sure that no one seemed interested in him leaving Prof. Eppes' office.
His footsteps going down the hall felt much lighter. He was still angry, hate-filled. Eppes had destroyed his life, after all. But now José felt some return of control. He was going to wring every last drop of dark pleasure from Eppes, on his own terms. And he was going to push and push until he found the line, until Eppes finally broke and begged him to stop.
And if Eppes never said 'stop' and José never did…
Well, no one lives forever.
Charlie was drifting in a strangely numbers-free haze. His throat felt sore and his body ached, but his orgasm continued to reverberate through him. He'd never experienced this glorious state before.
He felt an irritating tap on his cheek and Daniels' voice, bringing him back towards reality.
He made some noise in response and Daniels stopped.
Slowly, Charlie focused on Daniels' face.
Grumbling, Daniels moved, and Charlie discovered that Daniels' cock was still in his ass. Charlie felt stretched and sore and wonderful.
Daniels pulled out of Charlie's ass and pushed Charlie's legs aside, leaving Charlie cold from the loss of Daniels' particular heat.
Daniels snapped out a question.
Charlie made a negative sound. Language was beyond him right now.
Daniels shook his head in apparent anger, though Charlie didn't know why. Charlie lay there and watched Daniels clean his depleted cock and growl to himself.
Slowly, Charlie's body began to relax from his post-orgasm rigidity. His legs lowered and gravity pulled him further until he found himself sitting naked on the floor. His body began to make its aches and pains known and his brain began to spin up again.
And spin…and spin…and explode into that pure state of numbers that only Daniels could send him into.
As Charlie watched Daniels get dressed, covering that perfect body, possibilities and ideas ratcheted through him, all focused around the program that he wrote for Daniels. Challenges which seemed insurmountable suddenly lay simple and clear before him. If he'd had Daniels' services, it wouldn't have taken so long to write that program. Daniels blasted away minutiae until all that was left was the numbers.
"Have an idea how to improve your program," Charlie said.
Daniels paused in getting dressed and eyed him. "What is it with you? Another breakthrough?"
"No…" Charlie said sadly. It wasn't another seminal breakthrough, he could hardly expect that to happen again so soon. "Just an improvement."
Then Charlie realized something else. He needed to make sure Daniels could continue to use the program without fear of being caught. Eventually, someone would want to know Daniels was being so successful. This was a problem that Charlie could also solve. "And I can separate out… I thought…I can give your boss a watered-down version. So if you ever do get caught using it, they'll think it's just the same program. But it'll still catch bad guys. Just not as good as your version."
Daniels stared at him. Charlie automatically lowered his eyes and spread his knees. He waited for a long moment, feeling Daniel's gaze on him. Did Daniels not want an improvement in the program? Or did he not want to share it, even a little? Charlie was fine with Daniels not wanting to share. But Charlie deeply hoped that Daniels wanted ongoing improvements. It was the only coin that Charlie had to spend.
Finally, Daniels spoke, his voice hard. "You will not contact me unless you have an improvement in your program. Get your separate program figured out, plus any improvements to my program. Contact me and then use the same dead drop for my version."
Charlie kept his eyes lowered and tried to control his trembling. Daniels wanted more improvements. And Daniels' voice was waking Charlie's body again.
Daniels continued, "Only after I have my improved version, you can share the lightweight version with my boss. She'll give it to me and I'll send it on to some colleagues."
"Okay," Charlie said, thinking about timelines and changes.
He felt Daniels move nearer and Daniels' voice quieted to a harsh whisper. "For anything else, I will contact you if and when I want. You will be available, any time or day or location, for however I want to use your body."
Charlie had to swallow hard to keep back a groan at the dark promise in Daniels' words. He felt his cock start to stir. What would it be like to be at the beck and call of that angry desire? On the edge of desperation, in someone else's control? Someone who would happily destroy him?
Charlie was aching in anticipation.
"Understand?" Daniels snapped.
Charlie looked up, into Daniel's dark eyes. "Yes."
"It may be tomorrow, or it may never happen."
It'll happen, Charlie wanted to say. It must happen, because… nothing has even been more perfect than this. He wanted to say that Daniels had to want this as much as he did, for it to be so perfect.
Instead, Charlie said, "I understand."
Daniels met his eyes for a long moment. Charlie felt himself opened up, flayed by that pitiless gaze.
It was intoxicating.
Finally, Daniels took Charlie's shirt and jeans and dropped them in Charlie's lap. "Cover yourself, I'm going to open the door."
Charlie gingerly covered himself. Throbbing pains were beginning to make themselves felt all over his body.
Daniels gave a short nod. Then he unblocked the door and stepped outside. The door shut behind him with a decisive click.
Charlie crawled across the floor and locked the door. Then he lay there, his clothes strung out behind him, his face pressed against the old tile of his office floor. The music still played in the background.
He'd find words later for what had just happened. The things that Daniels had done to him, the cruelties that excited him like only Daniels could.
Why he didn't mind that Daniels' could have killed him.
Right now Charlie thought about plans for improving Daniels' program. His cleansed mind worked through mathematical and linguistic puzzles with ease. Moving past that, Charlie began to consider how he was going to integrate into his life the uncertainty of Daniels' demands. How to make himself available, as Daniels had said, any time or day or location. He would need to break up permanently with Amita, something which gave him no pangs of regret. He might need to convince his father to move out, if Daniels wanted to come to his home. Maybe Charlie should invest in some equipment for his house, like the equipment from BDSM Room 14. Charlie could set up a space in his extra room.
He thought about Daniels coming there, coming to a private place with no one around, no danger of anyone walking in or hearing.
Daniels could do anything to him. Anything.
Charlie gave a breathy moan as arousal surged through his sore body.
He hoped that Daniels would contact him soon.
Maybe not too soon. He needed to heal between encounters. He'd been able to meet up with Daniels several times a week when there had been a glory hole between them, but when Daniels was able to completely let loose…
Charlie dragged one shaky hand down to his cock.
He thought about the math that he'd be able to do with Daniels' help. He thought about his life, free from the things and people that clogged his thinking, that lay like scum over the beautiful world of numbers.
He stroked his cock and quickly came, his orgasm a minuscule echo of the one that Daniels had torn out of him moments before. Still, it was enough to drain the pressure of Daniels' promise of future encounters.
Charlie slowly sat up. After a moment, he heaved himself to his feet and slowly got dressed. He found a jacket and put it on to cover the bruises that were no doubt beginning to show around his neck. He looked around his office to make sure that there was no sign of what had just happened. He had no desire to answer any probing questions.
If he managed this right, he'd never have to deal with a relationship like the one with Amita again. He wouldn't have to live with the coddling, the pity, the condescension for his failings. Deal with someone who made endless demands of him. He'd liked the comfortable patterns of being Amita's boyfriend, but it was at too high of a cost. The only sort of demands he wanted was to be told to put on loud music to cover his screaming.
Charlie's mind moved further into the puzzle of his life. If he kept math breakthroughs coming, his boss at CalSci would be happy. If he continued to use math to solve cases, Don and other agencies would be happy. If he made enough other people happy, maybe his father would leave him alone.
It was a lot to ask from one sex partner, but Daniels had already given Charlie so much. Why not ask for the moon?
Charlie smiled and sat back down to grade his abandoned papers. As he worked, his fingers begin to find and rub over every bruise and sore spot he had. His fingers rubbed harder, pushing into the pain.
Each spark of pain was like a tiny firework, lighting up the void in between known math and what was not yet possible.
He pushed the papers aside, pulled out a fresh notebook, and followed the sparks into the void.