Numb3rs Fic: Idle Hands
Written for numb3rsficathon Challenge - In the Dark
Crossposted to numb3rs_slash
Title: Idle Hands
Pairing/Characters: Multiple pairings withheld; Don, Charlie, Ian, Billy
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Vector, Sniper Zero, Man Hunt, Spree, Two Daughters
Summary: Idle hands are the devil's playground
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
His naked body rigid, arm muscles straining with effort, Don pulled with all his force at the ropes that held his arms above his head. Failing to free himself, he thrashed his head about in protest - unable to shake free of the blindfold keeping the identity of his captor from him.
"Who are you?" he yelled. "What do you want from me?"
A hand came out of nowhere, skimming over his ass as he squirmed, trying to get away.
"You took my shot," a threatening voice rumbled in his ear, sending a shiver of fear down his spine. "No one takes my shot."
"Ian? What the hell!" Don flailed, ears burning with anger and humiliation, but his violent efforts only made his bonds tighter. "Let me go, you bastard!"
Ian sidled up behind him, brushing just close enough for Don to feel his bare skin against his backside. "Not until I punish you," Ian growled. Don shrank back as Ian inhaled his scent deeply and then licked the length of his elongated neck. "You don't smell like fear yet. But you will..." Ian crossed to stand in front of Don, grabbing hold of his face and forcing him to still. "I'm going to make you beg, Eppes."
Before Don could release the stream of profanities building inside of him, his protests were quelled by Ian shoving a gag in his mouth. He quickly tied it around Don's head even as he thrashed anew at his bondage.
The chains attached to the spreader bar keeping Don's legs apart clattered as he tried to kick his way free. His futile efforts only left him gasping for air behind his gag, chest heaving as he sucked in oxygen around the edges.
The hum of machinery starting up behind him sent a jolt of panic through him and his body tensed in uncertainty. As the machine noise came closer his gut clenched, his imagination running wild.
He felt something slick prod at his ass and immediately clamped his cheeks tightly shut.
"Don't fight it," Ian snarled, running his teeth over the tender juncture of his neck and shoulder. He bit down unexpectedly and Don cried out, but only a muffled sound escaped.
The momentary distraction effected its purpose though and the slick dildo was now nestled between his ass cheeks and swirling around his entrance, lightly pressing, but not enough to gain entrance.
Although distracted, Don couldn't miss the sounds of another machine starting up nearby, especially when the whir of metal was followed by moans from Ian.
"Oh yeah... This will... Oh fuck..."
The machine behind him had been subtly pressing more against him with each rotation, so Don scooted forward as much as he could to try to get away from it. Despite his apprehension, the anal teasing had left him half-hard, much to his annoyance.
Ian's hand clamped down on his thigh, blunt nails scraping as he pushed him back into place.
"This should take care of that problem," he sneered.
Don's pulse quickened as he felt something soft, wet and decidedly artificial at the tip of his cock. Squirming as the warm slickness slowly circled the head of his cock, he tried to avoid the obvious effect of the sensation, but in a matter of seconds he was fully erect - caught between a fake vagina in front of him and a fake cock behind him.
"I've got them both set on slow for maximum torture," Ian taunted, pulling Don's head back by short hair at the nape of his neck. "But if you're good and beg for me I'll speed them up. Your call."
He withdrew, but Don could hear his predatory breathing beside him, knowing he was turned on by watching the machines slowly spear and engulf him simultaneously.
Don bit down on the gag, willing his body to disinterest unsuccessfully. As the dildo behind him pressed harder against him he stopped struggling against the bonds keeping him from scooting forward more and felt the head of the toy breach his asshole all at once.
The rotation of both toys, while slow, was maddening - the slick swirling more than making up for the slow progress. The fake vagina fully enveloped the head of his cock and the fake lips running around the ridge made him painfully hard. He knew at some point he'd have to let go and come under this unending onslaught, but he didn't want to give Ian that satisfaction, not right away.
His finely tuned ears caught a soft sound off to the side and ascertained Ian was jerking himself off as he watched.
The heated tunnel before him had swallowed down half his length by the time he started to cave. The toy in his ass was just shy of his prostate and seemed to not be making any further progress.
He tensed, wanting to come, but waiting for just enough stimuli to push him over the edge.
That's when Ian turned off the machines.
Startled, and past the point of no return, he reacted, tugging on his bonds and rattling his chains to get Ian's attention.
Ian undid the gag, but held it close enough to Don's mouth to make it clear it could be put back in a heartbeat.
"You want to come?" He nipped Don's earlobe as he purred the words. "Beg me."
"No."
Ian disappeared and a few seconds later the machine behind him was removed and rolled away.
"Let me go," Don ordered, but his tone held none of his normal bravado.
"That's not going to happen," Ian said nonchalantly. "The only thing that's up for debate," he ripped open a condom packet and sheathed himself as he breathed hot against the back of Don's neck, "is whether I let you come when I fuck you." He lined himself up at Don's still slick entrance. "Beg."
"No," Don said stubbornly, even as his dick throbbed, still trapped in the tight warmth of the dormant machine in front of him. "You can fuck me, but I'm not begging."
"Suit yourself." Ian grabbed Don's hips and plunged in, slamming into his prostate with perfect precision.
A jolt went through Don's body, telegraphing mind-blowing pleasure to every nerve ending.
Three more harsh thrusts and Don let his head fall back, turning his body over to the orgasm building in his core.
Then Ian pulled out.
"That's all for you," Ian tossed out saucily. "You didn't ask nicely so you don't get to come."
Don's skin felt like it was on fire, the slight sucking pressure of the phony walls teasing him but not providing enough relief to abate the desire slicing through him like knives. It hurt to be this close and he screamed out his anguish at the top of his lungs only to hear Ian snicker behind him.
"You god damn fucking bastard!" he swore. "I'll kill you when I get my hands on you!"
"I'm one of the best snipers in the country," Ian bragged, entertaining himself by leaving a trail of bite marks along Don's torso. "You can't scare me."
His hand skated across Don's furred belly and dipped down ever so slightly into the dark curls at the base of his cock.
Don keened with need, teetering on the threshold driving him insane.
"Stop it, Ian! Just stop it!"
"I can," Ian said lazily. "Just tell me you're sorry you took my shot and beg me to let you come."
"All right, all right!" Don yelled. "I took your fucking shot! I'm sorry! Now fucking get on with it!"
"Apology accepted," Ian said formally before nibbling his way up Don's neck. "But you still have to beg." His hand closed around the partially exposed shaft of Don's cock and just held it - tantalizing him without actually providing any stimulation.
A guttural groan erupted from deep inside Don.
"Please..." he pleaded. "Please let me come."
"There. Was that so hard?" Ian taunted with an air of superiority. He pulled his hand back and left Don aching for agonizing seconds until he appeared behind him again, once more pressing his cock against Don's entrance. "This should take care of your little problem." He pressed in all the way in one swift move as he reached around and turned the machine in front of Don on high.
The warm wetness enveloped him fully as Ian nailed his prostate with his next thrust.
Don's body arced as his orgasm slammed through him with the force of a high voltage shock, shaking helplessly under the ceaseless rotations of the machine and Ian's jackhammer pounding behind him.
A bright white light burst behind his blindfold and then everything went black.
-
Charlie lifted his fingers from the keyboard, took a sip of wine, then went back to typing his story.
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"Professor..."
Ian sauntered into the interrogation room, his tone cool and his features impassive, and laid a slim file folder on the table.
"Agent Edgerton! What's going on? Why was I brought here? Where's Don?" Charlie exploded in a barrage of nervous questions, clearly agitated by the long wait without any information on why he'd been plucked from his late evening research at Cal Sci and brought to the Bureau offices in handcuffs.
"Don isn't here," Ian said coldly. "And this time he's in no position to protect you." He tapped a finger on the file. "These documents were found in your printer output tray - in your office, out in the open!" He opened the folder and slid it across to Charlie. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?"
Charlie leaned over to look, hands still cuffed behind his back, and blanched when he saw the contents. "Agent Edgerton... Ian," he implored. "I never..."
"I'd be careful what you confess to in this room, Professor. Then again..." Ian rounded the table and loomed over where Charlie slouched frightened in his seat. "The recording equipment is turned off and the observation room is locked." He leaned down, his leather jacket creaking quietly as Charlie held his breath. "It's just us in here and I'm the one who decides what happens to you."
Charlie swallowed hard. "You wouldn't," he stammered. "I mean..."
Ian slammed a hand down on the table, making Charlie jump.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't hand you over to Homeland Security right now! They know exactly what to do with people like you!"
Charlie shrank back, shaking his head. "No, please. I'm sorry! I don't want to get in any trouble! There has to be some way out of this! Please, Ian! You have to help me!"
Ian pulled away abruptly, shrugging off his leather jacket and tossing it aside on the table.
"Why should I?"
"I can do things for you," Charlie offered. "Help you."
"Oh?" Ian raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you implying something?" He crossed back to Charlie, dragging his chair back from the table as Charlie yelped, then barricading him in it by grabbing both arms of the chair as he stared his captive in the eye. "Are you attempting to prostitute yourself to a Federal agent? To trade sexual favors in return for leniency, thinking I'll look the other way just this once?"
Charlie's eyes - blown wide with panic - flicked unconsciously to Ian's belt buckle then back. "No," he said, unconvincingly.
Ian shoved the chair back as he stood, a smug smirk on his face. "That's too bad, because it would have worked." He cocked his head towards the bin in the corner of the room. "I had a shredder brought in. If all the evidence went away..." Ian shrugged, spreading the printouts across the table with a finger. "If there were no classified documents to show how careless you'd been with government secrets... Any charges would be out of our hands. We'd have to let you go."
Charlie's gaze took in the shredder, the sheets of briefing documents before him, and finally Ian, standing with his hands on his hips, waiting for a response.
Interpreting his silence as hesitation, Ian circled around Charlie's chair, watching him squirm. "You can't tell me you haven't thought of this before. Haven't considered what I might be like since we first met on the sniper case." He stopped briefly behind Charlie, standing so close his crotch brushed against Charlie's hair, eliciting a tiny gasp from the nervous genius. "Tell me you thought about it," he commanded.
"I-I thought about it," Charlie replied.
Ian grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back unexpectedly. "Tell me you wanted it!"
"I-I wanted it!" Charlie exclaimed, wincing. He trembled at the sudden violence, but the growing bulge in his pants told Ian he was more turned on than scared. He let Charlie go with a brusque shove and walked around to face him.
"I bet you manufactured this stunt. I bet you knew I'd be coming by your office. You left those classified documents out knowing I'd find them and have to haul you in."
"No!" Charlie protested. "I thought I got all the printouts! I must have accidentally had it set to multiple copies because I got the printouts I needed and put them in my briefcase! You can check! I followed proper protocols!"
Ian raised an eyebrow at him. "So I should just believe you?"
"Please! I swear I'll be more careful in the future! I'll check the print queue manually, I'll print another non-classified document last, whatever you ask!"
"And if I ask you for sexual favors in return for my silence?"
Charlie swallowed hard, his eyes taking in the body behind the worn blue jeans and black button up shirt. "I wouldn't tell anyone. Ever. I swear." He finally met Ian's razor sharp gaze, almost flinching at the intensity. "I assume you want me to suck your cock," he said quietly, both resigned and a little excited.
"No," Ian said, shaking his head before lowering his mouth to Charlie's ear to whisper, "I want to fuck you." He felt more than saw Charlie's body stiffen in response. He drew back and took in Charlie's flustered and aroused appearance with a hungry sweep of his eyes. "Stand up," he ordered tersely.
The cuffs behind him clattered, but Charlie rose to his feet, breath coming quicker in anticipation.
Ian slipped a hand under the curls at the nape of his neck and then slammed Charlie down face first to the table, his face buried in the folds of Ian's leather jacket. He made short work of Charlie's pants, yanking both pants and underwear down to his ankles at once.
Charlie inhaled the leather and cordite coming off the jacket and closed his eyes until he felt Ian rummaging around in the jacket pocket near his cheek. He caught a glimpse of the packet of lubricant and the condom in his hand and breathed a tiny sigh of relief.
That relief was short-lived as it didn't take long for Ian to be gloved up, slicked up and grasping his hips with a bruising grip.
Ian's cock teased at his entrance, but no more. His own throbbing cock hung between his legs, ignored, and he bit back a whine and tried not to tense awaiting Ian's first thrust.
"Maybe I should just turn you in," Ian mused. "I have a duty to my country after all." He pressed just the tip of his cock in then pulled it out slowly, repeating the process as Charlie shuddered beneath him. "I should call in an AUSA to take your statement and send you off to some holding facility where they keep those too dangerous to mingle with the public." His hands ran over Charlie's bare ass, but he refused to do any more to relieve the now overpowering tension in his body.
"Please..." Charlie whispered into the leather.
"What's that?" Ian bent over him as if to hear better and allowed the head of his cock to breach Charlie's ass before pulling back out again.
"Please, Ian..." Charlie said, a little louder.
"Please what?' Ian asked, mocking ignorance as he rubbed his cock between Charlie's thighs, teasing him.
"Oh, god! Please Ian!" he begged. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
With a low throaty chuckle, Ian grabbed Charlie's ass cheeks, spread them wide and plunged his cock in, burying himself balls deep in his ass with a triumphant shout.
He slammed into Charlie, holding onto the cuffs behind his back to keep him steady, delighting in the grunts that erupted as a result of each hard thrust.
Charlie's body spasmed beneath him and a choked off groan told him Charlie had come without his cock even being touched.
His body shook limp as a rag doll as Ian continued to fuck him, losing himself in the quivering form at his mercy.
As Ian neared completion, his hand tightened on the cuffs and he heard a painful noise of protest from Charlie as his arms were pulled taut behind him.
That whimper was his undoing and he came hard in a heady mix of power and pleasure, his cock pulsing in Charlie's tight heat.
Panting, Ian pulled out of him and caught his breath as he cleaned up, noting with twisted pride that Charlie hadn't moved at all, awaiting his permission.
He pulled his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the handcuffs, tugging them off Charlie's wrists as he allowed him to stand.
Charlie pulled up his pants quickly, grabbed the sheets from the folder and rushed to the shredder, feeding them in two sheets at a time and watching anxiously as the evidence was reduced to tiny white diamonds.
"Not a word," Ian warned, the threat in his voice clear.
Charlie shook his head avidly, his lips shut in a grim line.
As Ian started to walk about of the room, Charlie spoke.
"So what's the punishment if I leave a briefcase full of classified documents lying around?"
-
Ian smirked as he polished off the last sentence of his tale. After a quick spell check, he opened up a new email, addressed it and pasted his story into it.
A final swallow of Scotch and he clicked on Send.
+
Billy's slicked hand enveloped his shaft as he leaned back against his pillows. Thumbing the head, he caressed his dick slowly, building the anticipation. His other hand reached out to the keyboard, scrolling down as he read Ian's email, the light from the laptop screen the only illumination in the dark room.
As the story progressed, Billy's hand sped up until he was groaning in release just as Ian claimed Charlie's ass.
He grabbed a handful of tissues from the box beside his bed, but in tugging them out he knocked the box on the floor.
He glanced over the side of the bed at the box, then at the casts enclosing both his legs.
"Fuck," he muttered and used the tissues he had to clean himself up as best he could.
An alert told him he had two new messages - both from Charlie. He opened the one marked 'Re: A Plea for Porn (Firewalls suck!)' and left the one marked 'The Story of D' for later.
'Hey, Billy! I can totally imagine you going stir crazy, but I hardly believe your doctor prescribed masturbatory fantasies as part of your recovery. ;-) Still, I gave it a try and wrote you some porn featuring your favorite FBI agent. LOL Get well soon!'
Curious, Billy opened the other email and read the first few paragraphs.
"Damn, Ian," he cursed under his breath. "You get all the Eppes..."
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Crossposted to numb3rs_slash
Title: Idle Hands
Pairing/Characters: Multiple pairings withheld; Don, Charlie, Ian, Billy
Rating: NC17
Spoilers: Vector, Sniper Zero, Man Hunt, Spree, Two Daughters
Summary: Idle hands are the devil's playground
Notes/Warnings: Read the disclaimer on my LJ
His naked body rigid, arm muscles straining with effort, Don pulled with all his force at the ropes that held his arms above his head. Failing to free himself, he thrashed his head about in protest - unable to shake free of the blindfold keeping the identity of his captor from him.
"Who are you?" he yelled. "What do you want from me?"
A hand came out of nowhere, skimming over his ass as he squirmed, trying to get away.
"You took my shot," a threatening voice rumbled in his ear, sending a shiver of fear down his spine. "No one takes my shot."
"Ian? What the hell!" Don flailed, ears burning with anger and humiliation, but his violent efforts only made his bonds tighter. "Let me go, you bastard!"
Ian sidled up behind him, brushing just close enough for Don to feel his bare skin against his backside. "Not until I punish you," Ian growled. Don shrank back as Ian inhaled his scent deeply and then licked the length of his elongated neck. "You don't smell like fear yet. But you will..." Ian crossed to stand in front of Don, grabbing hold of his face and forcing him to still. "I'm going to make you beg, Eppes."
Before Don could release the stream of profanities building inside of him, his protests were quelled by Ian shoving a gag in his mouth. He quickly tied it around Don's head even as he thrashed anew at his bondage.
The chains attached to the spreader bar keeping Don's legs apart clattered as he tried to kick his way free. His futile efforts only left him gasping for air behind his gag, chest heaving as he sucked in oxygen around the edges.
The hum of machinery starting up behind him sent a jolt of panic through him and his body tensed in uncertainty. As the machine noise came closer his gut clenched, his imagination running wild.
He felt something slick prod at his ass and immediately clamped his cheeks tightly shut.
"Don't fight it," Ian snarled, running his teeth over the tender juncture of his neck and shoulder. He bit down unexpectedly and Don cried out, but only a muffled sound escaped.
The momentary distraction effected its purpose though and the slick dildo was now nestled between his ass cheeks and swirling around his entrance, lightly pressing, but not enough to gain entrance.
Although distracted, Don couldn't miss the sounds of another machine starting up nearby, especially when the whir of metal was followed by moans from Ian.
"Oh yeah... This will... Oh fuck..."
The machine behind him had been subtly pressing more against him with each rotation, so Don scooted forward as much as he could to try to get away from it. Despite his apprehension, the anal teasing had left him half-hard, much to his annoyance.
Ian's hand clamped down on his thigh, blunt nails scraping as he pushed him back into place.
"This should take care of that problem," he sneered.
Don's pulse quickened as he felt something soft, wet and decidedly artificial at the tip of his cock. Squirming as the warm slickness slowly circled the head of his cock, he tried to avoid the obvious effect of the sensation, but in a matter of seconds he was fully erect - caught between a fake vagina in front of him and a fake cock behind him.
"I've got them both set on slow for maximum torture," Ian taunted, pulling Don's head back by short hair at the nape of his neck. "But if you're good and beg for me I'll speed them up. Your call."
He withdrew, but Don could hear his predatory breathing beside him, knowing he was turned on by watching the machines slowly spear and engulf him simultaneously.
Don bit down on the gag, willing his body to disinterest unsuccessfully. As the dildo behind him pressed harder against him he stopped struggling against the bonds keeping him from scooting forward more and felt the head of the toy breach his asshole all at once.
The rotation of both toys, while slow, was maddening - the slick swirling more than making up for the slow progress. The fake vagina fully enveloped the head of his cock and the fake lips running around the ridge made him painfully hard. He knew at some point he'd have to let go and come under this unending onslaught, but he didn't want to give Ian that satisfaction, not right away.
His finely tuned ears caught a soft sound off to the side and ascertained Ian was jerking himself off as he watched.
The heated tunnel before him had swallowed down half his length by the time he started to cave. The toy in his ass was just shy of his prostate and seemed to not be making any further progress.
He tensed, wanting to come, but waiting for just enough stimuli to push him over the edge.
That's when Ian turned off the machines.
Startled, and past the point of no return, he reacted, tugging on his bonds and rattling his chains to get Ian's attention.
Ian undid the gag, but held it close enough to Don's mouth to make it clear it could be put back in a heartbeat.
"You want to come?" He nipped Don's earlobe as he purred the words. "Beg me."
"No."
Ian disappeared and a few seconds later the machine behind him was removed and rolled away.
"Let me go," Don ordered, but his tone held none of his normal bravado.
"That's not going to happen," Ian said nonchalantly. "The only thing that's up for debate," he ripped open a condom packet and sheathed himself as he breathed hot against the back of Don's neck, "is whether I let you come when I fuck you." He lined himself up at Don's still slick entrance. "Beg."
"No," Don said stubbornly, even as his dick throbbed, still trapped in the tight warmth of the dormant machine in front of him. "You can fuck me, but I'm not begging."
"Suit yourself." Ian grabbed Don's hips and plunged in, slamming into his prostate with perfect precision.
A jolt went through Don's body, telegraphing mind-blowing pleasure to every nerve ending.
Three more harsh thrusts and Don let his head fall back, turning his body over to the orgasm building in his core.
Then Ian pulled out.
"That's all for you," Ian tossed out saucily. "You didn't ask nicely so you don't get to come."
Don's skin felt like it was on fire, the slight sucking pressure of the phony walls teasing him but not providing enough relief to abate the desire slicing through him like knives. It hurt to be this close and he screamed out his anguish at the top of his lungs only to hear Ian snicker behind him.
"You god damn fucking bastard!" he swore. "I'll kill you when I get my hands on you!"
"I'm one of the best snipers in the country," Ian bragged, entertaining himself by leaving a trail of bite marks along Don's torso. "You can't scare me."
His hand skated across Don's furred belly and dipped down ever so slightly into the dark curls at the base of his cock.
Don keened with need, teetering on the threshold driving him insane.
"Stop it, Ian! Just stop it!"
"I can," Ian said lazily. "Just tell me you're sorry you took my shot and beg me to let you come."
"All right, all right!" Don yelled. "I took your fucking shot! I'm sorry! Now fucking get on with it!"
"Apology accepted," Ian said formally before nibbling his way up Don's neck. "But you still have to beg." His hand closed around the partially exposed shaft of Don's cock and just held it - tantalizing him without actually providing any stimulation.
A guttural groan erupted from deep inside Don.
"Please..." he pleaded. "Please let me come."
"There. Was that so hard?" Ian taunted with an air of superiority. He pulled his hand back and left Don aching for agonizing seconds until he appeared behind him again, once more pressing his cock against Don's entrance. "This should take care of your little problem." He pressed in all the way in one swift move as he reached around and turned the machine in front of Don on high.
The warm wetness enveloped him fully as Ian nailed his prostate with his next thrust.
Don's body arced as his orgasm slammed through him with the force of a high voltage shock, shaking helplessly under the ceaseless rotations of the machine and Ian's jackhammer pounding behind him.
A bright white light burst behind his blindfold and then everything went black.
-
Charlie lifted his fingers from the keyboard, took a sip of wine, then went back to typing his story.
+
"Professor..."
Ian sauntered into the interrogation room, his tone cool and his features impassive, and laid a slim file folder on the table.
"Agent Edgerton! What's going on? Why was I brought here? Where's Don?" Charlie exploded in a barrage of nervous questions, clearly agitated by the long wait without any information on why he'd been plucked from his late evening research at Cal Sci and brought to the Bureau offices in handcuffs.
"Don isn't here," Ian said coldly. "And this time he's in no position to protect you." He tapped a finger on the file. "These documents were found in your printer output tray - in your office, out in the open!" He opened the folder and slid it across to Charlie. "Do you have any idea how much trouble you're in?"
Charlie leaned over to look, hands still cuffed behind his back, and blanched when he saw the contents. "Agent Edgerton... Ian," he implored. "I never..."
"I'd be careful what you confess to in this room, Professor. Then again..." Ian rounded the table and loomed over where Charlie slouched frightened in his seat. "The recording equipment is turned off and the observation room is locked." He leaned down, his leather jacket creaking quietly as Charlie held his breath. "It's just us in here and I'm the one who decides what happens to you."
Charlie swallowed hard. "You wouldn't," he stammered. "I mean..."
Ian slammed a hand down on the table, making Charlie jump.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't hand you over to Homeland Security right now! They know exactly what to do with people like you!"
Charlie shrank back, shaking his head. "No, please. I'm sorry! I don't want to get in any trouble! There has to be some way out of this! Please, Ian! You have to help me!"
Ian pulled away abruptly, shrugging off his leather jacket and tossing it aside on the table.
"Why should I?"
"I can do things for you," Charlie offered. "Help you."
"Oh?" Ian raised an eyebrow at him. "Are you implying something?" He crossed back to Charlie, dragging his chair back from the table as Charlie yelped, then barricading him in it by grabbing both arms of the chair as he stared his captive in the eye. "Are you attempting to prostitute yourself to a Federal agent? To trade sexual favors in return for leniency, thinking I'll look the other way just this once?"
Charlie's eyes - blown wide with panic - flicked unconsciously to Ian's belt buckle then back. "No," he said, unconvincingly.
Ian shoved the chair back as he stood, a smug smirk on his face. "That's too bad, because it would have worked." He cocked his head towards the bin in the corner of the room. "I had a shredder brought in. If all the evidence went away..." Ian shrugged, spreading the printouts across the table with a finger. "If there were no classified documents to show how careless you'd been with government secrets... Any charges would be out of our hands. We'd have to let you go."
Charlie's gaze took in the shredder, the sheets of briefing documents before him, and finally Ian, standing with his hands on his hips, waiting for a response.
Interpreting his silence as hesitation, Ian circled around Charlie's chair, watching him squirm. "You can't tell me you haven't thought of this before. Haven't considered what I might be like since we first met on the sniper case." He stopped briefly behind Charlie, standing so close his crotch brushed against Charlie's hair, eliciting a tiny gasp from the nervous genius. "Tell me you thought about it," he commanded.
"I-I thought about it," Charlie replied.
Ian grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked his head back unexpectedly. "Tell me you wanted it!"
"I-I wanted it!" Charlie exclaimed, wincing. He trembled at the sudden violence, but the growing bulge in his pants told Ian he was more turned on than scared. He let Charlie go with a brusque shove and walked around to face him.
"I bet you manufactured this stunt. I bet you knew I'd be coming by your office. You left those classified documents out knowing I'd find them and have to haul you in."
"No!" Charlie protested. "I thought I got all the printouts! I must have accidentally had it set to multiple copies because I got the printouts I needed and put them in my briefcase! You can check! I followed proper protocols!"
Ian raised an eyebrow at him. "So I should just believe you?"
"Please! I swear I'll be more careful in the future! I'll check the print queue manually, I'll print another non-classified document last, whatever you ask!"
"And if I ask you for sexual favors in return for my silence?"
Charlie swallowed hard, his eyes taking in the body behind the worn blue jeans and black button up shirt. "I wouldn't tell anyone. Ever. I swear." He finally met Ian's razor sharp gaze, almost flinching at the intensity. "I assume you want me to suck your cock," he said quietly, both resigned and a little excited.
"No," Ian said, shaking his head before lowering his mouth to Charlie's ear to whisper, "I want to fuck you." He felt more than saw Charlie's body stiffen in response. He drew back and took in Charlie's flustered and aroused appearance with a hungry sweep of his eyes. "Stand up," he ordered tersely.
The cuffs behind him clattered, but Charlie rose to his feet, breath coming quicker in anticipation.
Ian slipped a hand under the curls at the nape of his neck and then slammed Charlie down face first to the table, his face buried in the folds of Ian's leather jacket. He made short work of Charlie's pants, yanking both pants and underwear down to his ankles at once.
Charlie inhaled the leather and cordite coming off the jacket and closed his eyes until he felt Ian rummaging around in the jacket pocket near his cheek. He caught a glimpse of the packet of lubricant and the condom in his hand and breathed a tiny sigh of relief.
That relief was short-lived as it didn't take long for Ian to be gloved up, slicked up and grasping his hips with a bruising grip.
Ian's cock teased at his entrance, but no more. His own throbbing cock hung between his legs, ignored, and he bit back a whine and tried not to tense awaiting Ian's first thrust.
"Maybe I should just turn you in," Ian mused. "I have a duty to my country after all." He pressed just the tip of his cock in then pulled it out slowly, repeating the process as Charlie shuddered beneath him. "I should call in an AUSA to take your statement and send you off to some holding facility where they keep those too dangerous to mingle with the public." His hands ran over Charlie's bare ass, but he refused to do any more to relieve the now overpowering tension in his body.
"Please..." Charlie whispered into the leather.
"What's that?" Ian bent over him as if to hear better and allowed the head of his cock to breach Charlie's ass before pulling back out again.
"Please, Ian..." Charlie said, a little louder.
"Please what?' Ian asked, mocking ignorance as he rubbed his cock between Charlie's thighs, teasing him.
"Oh, god! Please Ian!" he begged. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"
With a low throaty chuckle, Ian grabbed Charlie's ass cheeks, spread them wide and plunged his cock in, burying himself balls deep in his ass with a triumphant shout.
He slammed into Charlie, holding onto the cuffs behind his back to keep him steady, delighting in the grunts that erupted as a result of each hard thrust.
Charlie's body spasmed beneath him and a choked off groan told him Charlie had come without his cock even being touched.
His body shook limp as a rag doll as Ian continued to fuck him, losing himself in the quivering form at his mercy.
As Ian neared completion, his hand tightened on the cuffs and he heard a painful noise of protest from Charlie as his arms were pulled taut behind him.
That whimper was his undoing and he came hard in a heady mix of power and pleasure, his cock pulsing in Charlie's tight heat.
Panting, Ian pulled out of him and caught his breath as he cleaned up, noting with twisted pride that Charlie hadn't moved at all, awaiting his permission.
He pulled his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the handcuffs, tugging them off Charlie's wrists as he allowed him to stand.
Charlie pulled up his pants quickly, grabbed the sheets from the folder and rushed to the shredder, feeding them in two sheets at a time and watching anxiously as the evidence was reduced to tiny white diamonds.
"Not a word," Ian warned, the threat in his voice clear.
Charlie shook his head avidly, his lips shut in a grim line.
As Ian started to walk about of the room, Charlie spoke.
"So what's the punishment if I leave a briefcase full of classified documents lying around?"
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Ian smirked as he polished off the last sentence of his tale. After a quick spell check, he opened up a new email, addressed it and pasted his story into it.
A final swallow of Scotch and he clicked on Send.
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Billy's slicked hand enveloped his shaft as he leaned back against his pillows. Thumbing the head, he caressed his dick slowly, building the anticipation. His other hand reached out to the keyboard, scrolling down as he read Ian's email, the light from the laptop screen the only illumination in the dark room.
As the story progressed, Billy's hand sped up until he was groaning in release just as Ian claimed Charlie's ass.
He grabbed a handful of tissues from the box beside his bed, but in tugging them out he knocked the box on the floor.
He glanced over the side of the bed at the box, then at the casts enclosing both his legs.
"Fuck," he muttered and used the tissues he had to clean himself up as best he could.
An alert told him he had two new messages - both from Charlie. He opened the one marked 'Re: A Plea for Porn (Firewalls suck!)' and left the one marked 'The Story of D' for later.
'Hey, Billy! I can totally imagine you going stir crazy, but I hardly believe your doctor prescribed masturbatory fantasies as part of your recovery. ;-) Still, I gave it a try and wrote you some porn featuring your favorite FBI agent. LOL Get well soon!'
Curious, Billy opened the other email and read the first few paragraphs.
"Damn, Ian," he cursed under his breath. "You get all the Eppes..."
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