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Don/Charlie Slash Fic
Warning: The fic rec'd here contains incest or implied incest.

Title Author Rating, Notes Quote
<3 by Dira Sudis PG They're both staking their careers on it, and a hell of a lot more, but you really can't argue with less than three. It is what it is, separate and complete. Don leans a little closer to Charlie, even knowing it's too close, even knowing the door is open. "Two," he says, quietly, and Charlie's smile widens.

314 X2R by Dira Sudis NC17 "You're probably not quite as easy as you used to be, huh?"
Charlie managed a barely-inflected breath in reply, straining to get closer, but Don held him still, giving him a brief kiss, tongue darting in to touch his and then gone again.
"I mean," he whispered, "I probably can't make you come just from kissing anymore, huh?"
Charlie's hips bucked at the mere thought--every nerve-ending was on overload now, and Don could probably have made him come just from talking about it for another minute, but his hand on Charlie's hip shifted, sliding easily into the baggy jeans Charlie wore.

Additive Inverse by Castalie NC17 The jealousy was always stronger because of the secrecy they were both unwillingly sworn to. Don could do nothing to warn Edgerton off, at least, nothing that would be enough. He would have been seen as an over-protective brother, nothing more, because to the world, that's what he was. A brother... and that wouldn't ever change.

All Apologies by Dira Sudis NC17 He pressed a kiss to Charlie's forehead and tightened his arms in a hug, but he didn't say a word. All the apologies he owed Charlie choked him, I'm sorry I left her, I'm sorry I left her for you and I'm sorry you're the one I came home for and I'm sorry I left you behind in the first place, years of apologies saved beyond their expiration dates. All that slipped past his lips was, "Shh," and Charlie's eyes were already shut.

Bogey by Dira Sudis R Charlie eased back a little, pulling gently away from Don's grip, leaning against the bag of clubs. He smelled leather and dust and Don and freshly-mowed grass, and his brain felt half lulled to sleep; he no longer had the slightest interest in the chalkboards he could see over Don's shoulder.

Close to Perfect by Ceares R Don was like P vs. NP to Charlie. Impossible to solve, and impossible to let go of.

A Different World by Castalie PG13 It seems the kiss comes out of nowhere and yet, they've both been craving the touch for a long time. Charlie can't tell who moved first, whose lips touched the other's, whose hands gripped the other's shirt. All he know is that he's kissing Don and Don is kissing him and it's scary and wonderful and he wants more. Don's hand travels from the small of his back to his neck and finally grabs a fistful of hair. Charlie whimpers; it feels so good, better than it ever has. Don tastes good too, and if sin tastes like this, no wonder there are so many sinners in this world. Don's body is so hot against his own, so hard. He wishes it would never end.

Dumbstruck by Dira Sudis NC17 Even when he focused on what he was doing much more than was remotely necessary, the events of the night before crept in at the edges of his consciousness, sense-memory crawling on his skin like an itch he couldn't scratch, slowly maddening. He countersigned David's reports, and the night before he'd slept with Charlie beside him in his bed. He checked forms for completeness, and last night Charlie had kissed him. He reviewed the sections David had flagged, and last night he'd kissed Charlie right back.

Flustered by Pro_f_iler R As soon as he started speaking, Don started undressing further. Now he was peeling his boxer briefs off and Charlie could feel his heart beating so fast that he was afraid it would burst out of his chest. Don had never completely undressed in front of him like this before. When he turned slightly, to toss his underwear to the chair, Charlie’’s algorithmic explanation ended in a whimper.

The Hidden Costs by Sori R Don means to say we have to stop, this shouldn’t be our life but instead he says, “Yeah. I’ll pick up dinner and meet you here.” It’s the only thing Dan can say. They can’t stop; can’t fix what’s already been destroyed; can’t destroy this new thing they’ve already built. They’re left instead with just this –– something almost and not quite and too much.

Hypocoristic by Pro_f_iler NC17 Don yells, “God!” in a shocked voice, before biting his own tongue. But he’s too far gone to stop. In fact, he pounds even harder, driving Charlie over the edge with him, leaving them both bereft of the inarticulate sounds of worship, on the verge of tears because how could sex this good not be sacred?

Interest by Penguingal PG13; pre-slash Charlie, on the other hand, had plain adoration written in every line of his face and every now and then he leaned closer to Coop to make sure he was catching every word. Coop's hand would casually brush Charlie's knee, or it would land on his shoulder and each time, Charlie would shift a little closer, though you'd have to be looking to notice. Oh, shit, Don thought. Too late, he'd realized what was happening.

Light Years by Artemis Rain NC17; angst Memories of cruelty, and jealousy, and pain. Distance measured in light years. You know him now. You misjudged him so completely, despising him when all he wanted was you.

Little Brother by Leda Speaks PG Sometimes Nightwing calls Robin "Little Brother" and Charlie likes that better than just about anything. Little brother. He can sit and stare and stare at those pages, and for a long, long time he didn't understand the nice weird twisting feeling it gave him low down in his body. One day it all of a sudden dawned on him exactly what that was, and then it felt like he'd always known, never not understood, and now sometimes it seems he spends almost as much time jerking off as he does doing math.

More Than Enough by Pro_f_iler Mature Eventually, Charlie got used to sleeping in his own bed again. He buried the memories of the warmth of Don’s embrace, the safety he felt in Don’s arms, and the intensity of Don’s sex. He focused on his math, as Don focused on his sports, and they grew distant.

Night Blindness by Sydian NC17; voyeurism
Charlie/OMC He turns back to his drink with a sharp jerk of his head, tells himself he doesn't want to watch, doesn't need to (the same way he doesn't need to breathe), and almost chokes on the bitter laugh that gets stuck halfway up his throat.

Numberless Dreams by K NC17 “But we’re going to pretend this never happened, okay?” Don leaned over and whispered into Charlie’s ear. “We’re going to pretend, after this is all over, that I never sucked you off, made you come in my mouth. We’re going to pretend……” He stopped speaking abruptly as Charlie lowered his head and took him in his own mouth instead.

Part of the Cycle by Castalie NC17 Don opened his mouth to object but couldn't find anything to say, so he just kept silent. If he was honest with himself, Charlie was right. He couldn't deny that, deep inside, he'd wanted to prove something - but what exactly? That Charlie couldn't, wouldn't ever say no to him, indeed? Or that he would...

Parallel Connections
Over
Symmetric Spaces by Dale Edmonds NC17 “Charles! How are things with you?”
Good, he thinks. Good. I’m sleeping with my brother and it’s killing him, probably literally as well as metaphorically. He’ll lose his career, family and friends, and I’ll probably do the same, and I need to fix it, except I can’t think of anyway to fix it. Any ideas?

Plaintext, Ciphertext by Miss Molly etc NC17; D/s One breath too quick to rattle apart on the exhale and he’s ready. He can do this. Barring anomaly, a situation does not occur without prior events building to the next point in the sequence. A senseless act isn’t senseless because nothing happens without provocation, without a need.

Signal to Noise by Wrenlet PG "Gaussian signal in Gaussian noise." Don learned over time, some things can't be "fixed," not even by big brothers. Because some things love you can't love you ever love be said you.

Something Stupid by Dira Sudis PG; Ep tag
to 2.06 Soft
Target "That's the first one you ever told me," Don says softly. Charlie's been taking this case hard, and Don doesn't know what this means, but he didn't bring Charlie home with him because he thought Charlie cared about the game, and not because Megan told him to, either. He knows Charlie needs to talk, even if it's in multiplication. Charlie's eyes open wider, brighter, and Charlie is looking straight at him.
"Well," he says, with a ghost of a weary smile, "I wanted to impress you."

Untitled Series:
Absolution
Resolution
Connection to Reality by Audra Rose R - NC17 The kiss, when it comes, is just a touch, a whisper against the base of his neck too solid to be air. He lifts his head and gets another brush of Charlie’s lips, against his mouth this time. There’s forgiveness there, if Don can find it, so he leans in and opens his mouth over Charlie’s; sinks into him until he can almost taste the helpless sound he makes when Don uses hips and thighs and chest to press him into the wall. ~Absolution

Vacation by Penguingal R Don edged closer, pushing himself to his knees to run his hands along Charlie's shoulders. "Sure, Charlie. I know what it is to need something," he whispered, his voice low and deep. It rumbled through him and Charlie could feel the vibrations in his spine each time Don spoke. "I know all about want..." he pushed aside Charlie's curls to plant a kiss at the nape of his neck, "and compulsion."
Variations on a Theme (Plane Crash in C) by Raeyashi various, up to Mature 10 100-word drabbles of various ratings

What Happens in Vegas by Dira Sudis NC17 Don caught a glimpse of himself in the dim reflection of the bathroom mirror, Charlie's kit in his hands, and hesitated. It should have been sobering, it should have been the moment that reminded him that this was terribly wrong and he had to stop. If there were a twelve-step program for fucking your brother, he should at least want to lock himself in the bathroom and call it right about now. But he couldn't sober up much further than he was, and still he had that same dopey grin on his face that Charlie had been wearing since they stepped into the room. So much for rational thinking saving the day. He should have known that if Charlie couldn't think their way out of this, he didn't have a chance himself.

Winning Isn’t Everything by pro_f_iler NC17 “10-11, who’s eating whose dust now?” Charlie crowed. “Gimme my prize.”
He grabbed Don’s arm and pulled him in for a short, hard kiss on the lips. The electricity between them arced instantly, taking them both by surprise. Don felt his limbs weaken as Charlie grabbed his head with both hands and held him forcibly in place for a longer kiss.

Title	Author	Rating, Notes	Quote
<3	by Dira Sudis	PG	They're both staking their careers on it, and a hell of a lot more, but you really can't argue with less than three. It is what it is, separate and complete. Don leans a little closer to Charlie, even knowing it's too close, even knowing the door is open. "Two," he says, quietly, and Charlie's smile widens.
314 X2R	by Dira Sudis	NC17	"You're probably not quite as easy as you used to be, huh?" Charlie managed a barely-inflected breath in reply, straining to get closer, but Don held him still, giving him a brief kiss, tongue darting in to touch his and then gone again. "I mean," he whispered, "I probably can't make you come just from kissing anymore, huh?" Charlie's hips bucked at the mere thought--every nerve-ending was on overload now, and Don could probably have made him come just from talking about it for another minute, but his hand on Charlie's hip shifted, sliding easily into the baggy jeans Charlie wore.
Additive Inverse	by Castalie	NC17	The jealousy was always stronger because of the secrecy they were both unwillingly sworn to. Don could do nothing to warn Edgerton off, at least, nothing that would be enough. He would have been seen as an over-protective brother, nothing more, because to the world, that's what he was. A brother... and that wouldn't ever change.
All Apologies	by Dira Sudis	NC17	He pressed a kiss to Charlie's forehead and tightened his arms in a hug, but he didn't say a word. All the apologies he owed Charlie choked him, I'm sorry I left her, I'm sorry I left her for you and I'm sorry you're the one I came home for and I'm sorry I left you behind in the first place, years of apologies saved beyond their expiration dates. All that slipped past his lips was, "Shh," and Charlie's eyes were already shut.
Bogey	by Dira Sudis	R	Charlie eased back a little, pulling gently away from Don's grip, leaning against the bag of clubs. He smelled leather and dust and Don and freshly-mowed grass, and his brain felt half lulled to sleep; he no longer had the slightest interest in the chalkboards he could see over Don's shoulder.
Close to Perfect	by Ceares	R	Don was like P vs. NP to Charlie. Impossible to solve, and impossible to let go of.
A Different World	by Castalie	PG13	It seems the kiss comes out of nowhere and yet, they've both been craving the touch for a long time. Charlie can't tell who moved first, whose lips touched the other's, whose hands gripped the other's shirt. All he know is that he's kissing Don and Don is kissing him and it's scary and wonderful and he wants more. Don's hand travels from the small of his back to his neck and finally grabs a fistful of hair. Charlie whimpers; it feels so good, better than it ever has. Don tastes good too, and if sin tastes like this, no wonder there are so many sinners in this world. Don's body is so hot against his own, so hard. He wishes it would never end.
Dumbstruck	by Dira Sudis	NC17	Even when he focused on what he was doing much more than was remotely necessary, the events of the night before crept in at the edges of his consciousness, sense-memory crawling on his skin like an itch he couldn't scratch, slowly maddening. He countersigned David's reports, and the night before he'd slept with Charlie beside him in his bed. He checked forms for completeness, and last night Charlie had kissed him. He reviewed the sections David had flagged, and last night he'd kissed Charlie right back.
Flustered	by Pro_f_iler	R	As soon as he started speaking, Don started undressing further. Now he was peeling his boxer briefs off and Charlie could feel his heart beating so fast that he was afraid it would burst out of his chest. Don had never completely undressed in front of him like this before. When he turned slightly, to toss his underwear to the chair, Charlie’’s algorithmic explanation ended in a whimper.
The Hidden Costs	by Sori	R	Don means to say we have to stop, this shouldn’t be our life but instead he says, “Yeah. I’ll pick up dinner and meet you here.” It’s the only thing Dan can say. They can’t stop; can’t fix what’s already been destroyed; can’t destroy this new thing they’ve already built. They’re left instead with just this –– something almost and not quite and too much.
Hypocoristic	by Pro_f_iler	NC17	Don yells, “God!” in a shocked voice, before biting his own tongue. But he’s too far gone to stop. In fact, he pounds even harder, driving Charlie over the edge with him, leaving them both bereft of the inarticulate sounds of worship, on the verge of tears because how could sex this good not be sacred?
Interest	by Penguingal	PG13; pre-slash	Charlie, on the other hand, had plain adoration written in every line of his face and every now and then he leaned closer to Coop to make sure he was catching every word. Coop's hand would casually brush Charlie's knee, or it would land on his shoulder and each time, Charlie would shift a little closer, though you'd have to be looking to notice. Oh, shit, Don thought. Too late, he'd realized what was happening.
Light Years	by Artemis Rain	NC17; angst	Memories of cruelty, and jealousy, and pain. Distance measured in light years. You know him now. You misjudged him so completely, despising him when all he wanted was you.
Little Brother	by Leda Speaks	PG	Sometimes Nightwing calls Robin "Little Brother" and Charlie likes that better than just about anything. Little brother. He can sit and stare and stare at those pages, and for a long, long time he didn't understand the nice weird twisting feeling it gave him low down in his body. One day it all of a sudden dawned on him exactly what that was, and then it felt like he'd always known, never not understood, and now sometimes it seems he spends almost as much time jerking off as he does doing math.
More Than Enough	by Pro_f_iler	Mature	Eventually, Charlie got used to sleeping in his own bed again. He buried the memories of the warmth of Don’s embrace, the safety he felt in Don’s arms, and the intensity of Don’s sex. He focused on his math, as Don focused on his sports, and they grew distant.
Night Blindness	by Sydian	NC17; voyeurism Charlie/OMC	He turns back to his drink with a sharp jerk of his head, tells himself he doesn't want to watch, doesn't need to (the same way he doesn't need to breathe), and almost chokes on the bitter laugh that gets stuck halfway up his throat.
Numberless Dreams	by K	NC17	“But we’re going to pretend this never happened, okay?” Don leaned over and whispered into Charlie’s ear. “We’re going to pretend, after this is all over, that I never sucked you off, made you come in my mouth. We’re going to pretend……” He stopped speaking abruptly as Charlie lowered his head and took him in his own mouth instead.
Part of the Cycle	by Castalie	NC17	Don opened his mouth to object but couldn't find anything to say, so he just kept silent. If he was honest with himself, Charlie was right. He couldn't deny that, deep inside, he'd wanted to prove something - but what exactly? That Charlie couldn't, wouldn't ever say no to him, indeed? Or that he would...
Parallel Connections Over Symmetric Spaces	by Dale Edmonds	NC17	“Charles! How are things with you?” Good, he thinks. Good. I’m sleeping with my brother and it’s killing him, probably literally as well as metaphorically. He’ll lose his career, family and friends, and I’ll probably do the same, and I need to fix it, except I can’t think of anyway to fix it. Any ideas?
Plaintext, Ciphertext	by Miss Molly etc	NC17; D/s	One breath too quick to rattle apart on the exhale and he’s ready. He can do this. Barring anomaly, a situation does not occur without prior events building to the next point in the sequence. A senseless act isn’t senseless because nothing happens without provocation, without a need.
Signal to Noise	by Wrenlet	PG	"Gaussian signal in Gaussian noise." Don learned over time, some things can't be "fixed," not even by big brothers. Because some things love you can't love you ever love be said you.
Something Stupid	by Dira Sudis	PG; Ep tag to 2.06 Soft Target	"That's the first one you ever told me," Don says softly. Charlie's been taking this case hard, and Don doesn't know what this means, but he didn't bring Charlie home with him because he thought Charlie cared about the game, and not because Megan told him to, either. He knows Charlie needs to talk, even if it's in multiplication. Charlie's eyes open wider, brighter, and Charlie is looking straight at him. "Well," he says, with a ghost of a weary smile, "I wanted to impress you."
Untitled Series: Absolution Resolution Connection to Reality	by Audra Rose	R - NC17	The kiss, when it comes, is just a touch, a whisper against the base of his neck too solid to be air. He lifts his head and gets another brush of Charlie’s lips, against his mouth this time. There’s forgiveness there, if Don can find it, so he leans in and opens his mouth over Charlie’s; sinks into him until he can almost taste the helpless sound he makes when Don uses hips and thighs and chest to press him into the wall. ~Absolution
Vacation	by Penguingal	R	Don edged closer, pushing himself to his knees to run his hands along Charlie's shoulders. "Sure, Charlie. I know what it is to need something," he whispered, his voice low and deep. It rumbled through him and Charlie could feel the vibrations in his spine each time Don spoke. "I know all about want..." he pushed aside Charlie's curls to plant a kiss at the nape of his neck, "and compulsion."
Variations on a Theme (Plane Crash in C)	by Raeyashi	various, up to Mature	10 100-word drabbles of various ratings
What Happens in Vegas	by Dira Sudis	NC17	Don caught a glimpse of himself in the dim reflection of the bathroom mirror, Charlie's kit in his hands, and hesitated. It should have been sobering, it should have been the moment that reminded him that this was terribly wrong and he had to stop. If there were a twelve-step program for fucking your brother, he should at least want to lock himself in the bathroom and call it right about now. But he couldn't sober up much further than he was, and still he had that same dopey grin on his face that Charlie had been wearing since they stepped into the room. So much for rational thinking saving the day. He should have known that if Charlie couldn't think their way out of this, he didn't have a chance himself.
Winning Isn’t Everything	by pro_f_iler	NC17	“10-11, who’s eating whose dust now?” Charlie crowed. “Gimme my prize.” He grabbed Don’s arm and pulled him in for a short, hard kiss on the lips. The electricity between them arced instantly, taking them both by surprise. Don felt his limbs weaken as Charlie grabbed his head with both hands and held him forcibly in place for a longer kiss.

Don, Charlie Gen Fic

Title Author Rating, Notes Quote
All the Unworkable Workings by Mojokitten G; Ep tag
for 2.12 The OG Don shakes his head and shuts his eyes for a moment. When he opens them, they’ve cleared, and he gives Charlie a half-smile that changes his whole face, makes him look like he’s only five years older again, except Charlie can still see the dead note of exhaustion in the slump of his shoulders.

The Arms of the Galaxy by Audra Rose G They were afraid that whatever Charlie saw inside his mind was more interesting than what was going on around him, and that someday he might just decide to stop looking outward at all. Don knew they didn’t need to worry, though. He could make Charlie laugh. If Charlie ever went too far, or stayed away too long, Don could always bring him back with funny faces and silly sounds. As long as he could make Charlie laugh, as long as he could make Charlie see him, he knew that Charlie would be okay.

Asymptotic Behavior by Pru PG "Okay, it would help if you pressed the accelerator."
"I am pressing the accelerator."
"Okay, I meant press the accelerator more."

Belief by Audra Rose PG13 Charlie looked away, down at the ground. It seemed like he was always finding out the price everyone paid for the gift he’d been given was higher than he knew. He wished that at the time he’d known enough to pretend.
“Forget it, Charlie,” Don said, laying his hand on Charlie’s shoulder. “You’re right; it doesn’t matter. It’s just –– the world I grew up in had a lot more magic in it. I wish you could have believed it for awhile.”

Title	Author	Rating, Notes	Quote
All the Unworkable Workings	by Mojokitten	G; Ep tag for 2.12 The OG	Don shakes his head and shuts his eyes for a moment. When he opens them, they’ve cleared, and he gives Charlie a half-smile that changes his whole face, makes him look like he’s only five years older again, except Charlie can still see the dead note of exhaustion in the slump of his shoulders.
The Arms of the Galaxy	by Audra Rose	G	They were afraid that whatever Charlie saw inside his mind was more interesting than what was going on around him, and that someday he might just decide to stop looking outward at all. Don knew they didn’t need to worry, though. He could make Charlie laugh. If Charlie ever went too far, or stayed away too long, Don could always bring him back with funny faces and silly sounds. As long as he could make Charlie laugh, as long as he could make Charlie see him, he knew that Charlie would be okay.
Asymptotic Behavior	by Pru	PG	"Okay, it would help if you pressed the accelerator." "I am pressing the accelerator." "Okay, I meant press the accelerator more."
Belief	by Audra Rose	PG13	Charlie looked away, down at the ground. It seemed like he was always finding out the price everyone paid for the gift he’d been given was higher than he knew. He wished that at the time he’d known enough to pretend. “Forget it, Charlie,” Don said, laying his hand on Charlie’s shoulder. “You’re right; it doesn’t matter. It’s just –– the world I grew up in had a lot more magic in it. I wish you could have believed it for awhile.”