Sevenfold: Charlie/Eko, NC-17.
Title: Sevenfold.
Pairing: Charlie/Eko.
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: What is the number of a man?
Warning: Dark, twisted and a little fucked up. Heavy use of religious themes.
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em. Never Will.
Beta: The angelic philomel ¡♥!
fanfic100 prompt #52 - Fire.
Notes: Written for faelinn for the lostvalentines challenge. Her request was "Any slash pairing involving Eko or Jin. Or Charlie/any male Lost character", hence: Charlie/Eko. My original inspiration for this story was the poem Song by Allen Ginsberg but it kind of mutated into something else - however, it is a beautiful poem so I provide a link anyway. Song by Allen Ginsberg
Sevenfold
He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee. Job 5:19
"The one you gave me made seven."
Charlie’s voice wakes Eko, pulling him from his rest. He opens his eyes and looks around, but sees nothing, only darkness, Charlie’s voice drifting to him through the screen of his makeshift tent. There’s a tremor to it, a rise and fall to its pitch, the unsettled nature of Charlie’s thoughts tainting his words with their chaos.
"You’re a priest, right? You understand. Seven. Seven. Seven. It’s a good number, the number of God. Seven sacraments, seven angels, seven days. I thought that when you gave it to me, it was a sign, a sign that I was right, that everything was right, that the world was right. I didn’t know what it really meant."
Eko sees Charlie now, a faint shadow cast by firelight against the fabric. Like a wraith, Charlie circles back and forth, slashing at the air with his arms, a frenzy of motion that seems amiss at so late an hour. Eko pushes himself half upright, sits and watches as the dervish spins.
"Bad things come in sevens too. Seven seals, seven sins. All the evils of the world add up to seven but, if that is so, then how can seven be the number of God? I thought it was a test, something to prove my worth, my strength. That’s what I wanted from Her: strength, not what lay inside. But I was wrong, it wasn’t a test, it was a judgement, a statue for each one of my sins."
The shadow grows larger, towering over Eko’s seated form and for a moment it frightens him, for if Charlie is to be judged then surely he is too. The plan was his, the method and the action; it was he who desecrated the image that now haunts this young man. The looming spectre grows larger still and Eko realises that the size of it means Charlie is walking towards the fire, the howl of his voice fading as he does.
"Greed. Gluttony. Pride. Sloth. Envy. Anger. Lust."
Charlie repeats the words like a mantra, calling out to the skies as he names his sins. His voice grows fainter still and Eko stands, looks out from his tent and sees that Charlie is dangerously close to the flames. A shiver of fear grips him as he realises that Charlie does not mean to stop: he walks with a purpose, seeking purification by fire. Eko cries out to Charlie but his words fall on deaf ears so he runs towards the man he has aided in his mission to self-destruct.
"Greed. Gluttony. Pride. Sloth. Envy - the punishment for that is to be put in freezing water. Locke saw to that: he looked inside me and passed his judgement. Anger. Lust - Fire and Brimstone, that’s the punishment and the cure, that’s what must be."
Eko reaches Charlie as he takes his final step, grabs a hold of his arm and wrenches him back. Charlie struggles against him, tries to pull away and return to the flames that call him but Eko holds firm, enfolds Charlie in his arms and draws him to his chest. Charlie’s resistance weakens and soon he stills, his body shaking as he begins to sob. Eko waits until Charlie calms and then relaxes his grip, loosing Charlie but still holding fast to his arm. He turns without speaking and leads Charlie to his tent. No one else has been awakened by the sound of Charlie’s delirium and Eko means to keep it that way: the opinion of this man in the eyes of the camp is damaged already and Eko wants to shield Charlie from further taunts if he can.
Safe inside, Eko forces Charlie to the ground, pushes him to his knees, then positions himself by the entrance like a sentinel. In the dim light he can see the shadows that haunt the hollows of Charlie’s eyes, dark circles like bruises beneath them, marking the passing of time.
"When did you last sleep, Charlie?"
Charlie pinches the bridge of his nose between his fingers and his eyelids flutter down.
"Yesterday, the day before, I don’t know. I see her when I close my eyes. She tells me I need to be saved."
"Who tells you this, Charlie? Who do you see?"
Charlie looks up at him and Eko finds that he is drawn to the mixture of innocence and guilt he sees kneeling before him: it’s a rare blend that sparks something deep within him, desire building even as he curses himself for the way it breeds.
"My mother, she tells me to save the baby and then save myself. I failed with Aaron. I won’t fail again."
Eko reaches out a hand and cups it under Charlie’s chin, tipping his face up further so that their eyes meet.
"You did not fail with Aaron. Claire brought him to me and now he is safe. Your words have more power than you think, so maybe you are already saved."
Charlie blinks in puzzlement, exhaustion making him unable to process what he hears. He shakes his head as it rests in Eko’s hand and Eko finds that the brush of Charlie’s beard against his palm fans the flames.
"But I’m a sinner, I’ve sinned too much. Greed, Gluttony, Pride - that was my band, I wanted it all but all was never enough. Sloth - I gave up my faith because keeping it was too hard. Envy, Anger - I’ve felt them both and let them rule my actions."
Charlie stops, looks down at the floor, shielding his eyes from view. Eko steps closer, wanting to hear the name of Charlie’s final sin.
"And Lust, Charlie, have you felt Lust?"
Eko waits and then Charlie’s head lifts up, a wry smile forming on his lips as he fixes Eko with his eyes.
"You gave me that one. Your name is on that sin."
Eko steps forward again, so close now that he can feel Charlie’s breath against his skin. He slides his hand across Charlie’s jaw, resting it against his cheek. With his thumb he traces the shape of Charlie’s lips, pushing it inside when he feels them part, closing his eyes for a moment when he feels the heat of Charlie’s mouth surround him and Charlie’s fingers clasping at his wrist, holding his hand in place.
"If that sin is mine, then I will take it back. Charlie, please stand up."
Charlie looks at him in confusion but does as he asks and Eko can feel the weight of Charlie’s eyes upon him as he sinks to his knees. He reaches forward and loosens the belt that holds Charlie’s jeans about his hips, pushes them down and lifts Charlie’s feet free. He dips his head forward, licks his lips and then closes them around the head of Charlie’s half hard cock, feeling it stiffen against his tongue as he starts to lick and suck. Charlie stutters forward and Eko lifts a hand to still him, wrapping his fingers around the jut of Charlie’s hip to fix him in place. Eko frees himself from his trousers with his other hand, fists his own cock for a moment and then raises the hand to his mouth, slipping two fingers in beside Charlie’s cock to moisten them with spit.
Eko pulls his fingers free then threads them between Charlie’s legs, pushing up then pressing in. First one, then the other, fucking Charlie with them in rhythm to the bobbing of his head. He hears Charlie gasp and looks up, sees him throw his head back and stare at the heavens. Then Eko feels a pulse and a hot bitter rush floods his mouth and he swallows down the sin that Charlie gives, then catches him as he melts.
Eko lays Charlie down on the ground and spreads Charlie’s legs. He drops down between them and pushes forward, Charlie’s hips raising up to meet him as he slides inside. Eko waits a moment, leaning down to claim Charlie’s mouth, pushing his tongue between Charlie’s lips so that he can taste his sin there. He pulls back slowly then thrusts in hard, grinding into Charlie with all his might, driving in and out fast and rough, giving Charlie the pain and pleasure that he needs. Charlie moans and arches up, his mouth flying open as he begins to speak. Faint at first, just a murmur, the sound of it rising with each thrust until Eko can hear the Latin that falls from Charlie’s tongue.
"DEUS meus, ex toto corde poenitet me omnium meorum peccatorum, eaque detestor, quia peccando, non solum poenas a Te iuste statutas promeritus sum."
Heat pools at the base of Eko’s spine, spreading out through his limbs, pushing him on until light explodes behind his eyes and he empties himself deep inside Charlie’s body. He collapses forward, draping his body over Charlie’s, his eyes squeezed shut as he floats down from high above. When his breathing slows and he no longer shakes, he lifts himself up and then lays down beside Charlie as he sleeps, whispering softly in his ear so as not to wake him.
"Your sin is mine now, Charlie. It is a burden for us to share."
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The Latin text is a section of the Act of Contrition, a translation can be found h e r e
Pairing: Charlie/Eko.
Rating: NC-17.
Summary: What is the number of a man?
Warning: Dark, twisted and a little fucked up. Heavy use of religious themes.
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em. Never Will.
Beta: The angelic philomel ¡♥!
fanfic100 prompt #52 - Fire.
Notes: Written for faelinn for the lostvalentines challenge. Her request was "Any slash pairing involving Eko or Jin. Or Charlie/any male Lost character", hence: Charlie/Eko. My original inspiration for this story was the poem Song by Allen Ginsberg but it kind of mutated into something else - however, it is a beautiful poem so I provide a link anyway. Song by Allen Ginsberg
Sevenfold
He shall deliver thee in six troubles: yea, in seven there shall no evil touch thee. Job 5:19
"The one you gave me made seven."
Charlie’s voice wakes Eko, pulling him from his rest. He opens his eyes and looks around, but sees nothing, only darkness, Charlie’s voice drifting to him through the screen of his makeshift tent. There’s a tremor to it, a rise and fall to its pitch, the unsettled nature of Charlie’s thoughts tainting his words with their chaos.
"You’re a priest, right? You understand. Seven. Seven. Seven. It’s a good number, the number of God. Seven sacraments, seven angels, seven days. I thought that when you gave it to me, it was a sign, a sign that I was right, that everything was right, that the world was right. I didn’t know what it really meant."
Eko sees Charlie now, a faint shadow cast by firelight against the fabric. Like a wraith, Charlie circles back and forth, slashing at the air with his arms, a frenzy of motion that seems amiss at so late an hour. Eko pushes himself half upright, sits and watches as the dervish spins.
"Bad things come in sevens too. Seven seals, seven sins. All the evils of the world add up to seven but, if that is so, then how can seven be the number of God? I thought it was a test, something to prove my worth, my strength. That’s what I wanted from Her: strength, not what lay inside. But I was wrong, it wasn’t a test, it was a judgement, a statue for each one of my sins."
The shadow grows larger, towering over Eko’s seated form and for a moment it frightens him, for if Charlie is to be judged then surely he is too. The plan was his, the method and the action; it was he who desecrated the image that now haunts this young man. The looming spectre grows larger still and Eko realises that the size of it means Charlie is walking towards the fire, the howl of his voice fading as he does.
"Greed. Gluttony. Pride. Sloth. Envy. Anger. Lust."
Charlie repeats the words like a mantra, calling out to the skies as he names his sins. His voice grows fainter still and Eko stands, looks out from his tent and sees that Charlie is dangerously close to the flames. A shiver of fear grips him as he realises that Charlie does not mean to stop: he walks with a purpose, seeking purification by fire. Eko cries out to Charlie but his words fall on deaf ears so he runs towards the man he has aided in his mission to self-destruct.
"Greed. Gluttony. Pride. Sloth. Envy - the punishment for that is to be put in freezing water. Locke saw to that: he looked inside me and passed his judgement. Anger. Lust - Fire and Brimstone, that’s the punishment and the cure, that’s what must be."
Eko reaches Charlie as he takes his final step, grabs a hold of his arm and wrenches him back. Charlie struggles against him, tries to pull away and return to the flames that call him but Eko holds firm, enfolds Charlie in his arms and draws him to his chest. Charlie’s resistance weakens and soon he stills, his body shaking as he begins to sob. Eko waits until Charlie calms and then relaxes his grip, loosing Charlie but still holding fast to his arm. He turns without speaking and leads Charlie to his tent. No one else has been awakened by the sound of Charlie’s delirium and Eko means to keep it that way: the opinion of this man in the eyes of the camp is damaged already and Eko wants to shield Charlie from further taunts if he can.
Safe inside, Eko forces Charlie to the ground, pushes him to his knees, then positions himself by the entrance like a sentinel. In the dim light he can see the shadows that haunt the hollows of Charlie’s eyes, dark circles like bruises beneath them, marking the passing of time.
"When did you last sleep, Charlie?"
Charlie pinches the bridge of his nose between his fingers and his eyelids flutter down.
"Yesterday, the day before, I don’t know. I see her when I close my eyes. She tells me I need to be saved."
"Who tells you this, Charlie? Who do you see?"
Charlie looks up at him and Eko finds that he is drawn to the mixture of innocence and guilt he sees kneeling before him: it’s a rare blend that sparks something deep within him, desire building even as he curses himself for the way it breeds.
"My mother, she tells me to save the baby and then save myself. I failed with Aaron. I won’t fail again."
Eko reaches out a hand and cups it under Charlie’s chin, tipping his face up further so that their eyes meet.
"You did not fail with Aaron. Claire brought him to me and now he is safe. Your words have more power than you think, so maybe you are already saved."
Charlie blinks in puzzlement, exhaustion making him unable to process what he hears. He shakes his head as it rests in Eko’s hand and Eko finds that the brush of Charlie’s beard against his palm fans the flames.
"But I’m a sinner, I’ve sinned too much. Greed, Gluttony, Pride - that was my band, I wanted it all but all was never enough. Sloth - I gave up my faith because keeping it was too hard. Envy, Anger - I’ve felt them both and let them rule my actions."
Charlie stops, looks down at the floor, shielding his eyes from view. Eko steps closer, wanting to hear the name of Charlie’s final sin.
"And Lust, Charlie, have you felt Lust?"
Eko waits and then Charlie’s head lifts up, a wry smile forming on his lips as he fixes Eko with his eyes.
"You gave me that one. Your name is on that sin."
Eko steps forward again, so close now that he can feel Charlie’s breath against his skin. He slides his hand across Charlie’s jaw, resting it against his cheek. With his thumb he traces the shape of Charlie’s lips, pushing it inside when he feels them part, closing his eyes for a moment when he feels the heat of Charlie’s mouth surround him and Charlie’s fingers clasping at his wrist, holding his hand in place.
"If that sin is mine, then I will take it back. Charlie, please stand up."
Charlie looks at him in confusion but does as he asks and Eko can feel the weight of Charlie’s eyes upon him as he sinks to his knees. He reaches forward and loosens the belt that holds Charlie’s jeans about his hips, pushes them down and lifts Charlie’s feet free. He dips his head forward, licks his lips and then closes them around the head of Charlie’s half hard cock, feeling it stiffen against his tongue as he starts to lick and suck. Charlie stutters forward and Eko lifts a hand to still him, wrapping his fingers around the jut of Charlie’s hip to fix him in place. Eko frees himself from his trousers with his other hand, fists his own cock for a moment and then raises the hand to his mouth, slipping two fingers in beside Charlie’s cock to moisten them with spit.
Eko pulls his fingers free then threads them between Charlie’s legs, pushing up then pressing in. First one, then the other, fucking Charlie with them in rhythm to the bobbing of his head. He hears Charlie gasp and looks up, sees him throw his head back and stare at the heavens. Then Eko feels a pulse and a hot bitter rush floods his mouth and he swallows down the sin that Charlie gives, then catches him as he melts.
Eko lays Charlie down on the ground and spreads Charlie’s legs. He drops down between them and pushes forward, Charlie’s hips raising up to meet him as he slides inside. Eko waits a moment, leaning down to claim Charlie’s mouth, pushing his tongue between Charlie’s lips so that he can taste his sin there. He pulls back slowly then thrusts in hard, grinding into Charlie with all his might, driving in and out fast and rough, giving Charlie the pain and pleasure that he needs. Charlie moans and arches up, his mouth flying open as he begins to speak. Faint at first, just a murmur, the sound of it rising with each thrust until Eko can hear the Latin that falls from Charlie’s tongue.
"DEUS meus, ex toto corde poenitet me omnium meorum peccatorum, eaque detestor, quia peccando, non solum poenas a Te iuste statutas promeritus sum."
Heat pools at the base of Eko’s spine, spreading out through his limbs, pushing him on until light explodes behind his eyes and he empties himself deep inside Charlie’s body. He collapses forward, draping his body over Charlie’s, his eyes squeezed shut as he floats down from high above. When his breathing slows and he no longer shakes, he lifts himself up and then lays down beside Charlie as he sleeps, whispering softly in his ear so as not to wake him.
"Your sin is mine now, Charlie. It is a burden for us to share."
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The Latin text is a section of the Act of Contrition, a translation can be found h e r e