I have a thing for dingy motel rooms and men with spiking sexual tension. Warnings for vague bdsm and sexual-suggestive!Charles but the latter is nothing new, I believe. I don't own ;)
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Counter Balance
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They make a good team.
Or a better one than most who find each other at the borders of a watery grave (but who really does that?) This is about keeping the other standing, but that is probably a bad choice of words, and alive. This is a delicate case of pushing and pulling, hurting and healing. A survival tendency that should be written in their genes.
Only so far, they have accomplished some and dismissed the rest. But Charles still calls it salvation. Even when Erik knows it as an honest mistake.
"You're horrible to me."
He holds up his wrists and marvels at the ring of bruises circling each arm. He doesn't pull down his collar and brandish the bites at his neck, or gestures to the specks of blood still on the sheets of the bed.
"I'm like this to anyone else."
So, this is nothing special?
"No, not at all."
Erik briefly closes his eyes and knows, three counties over and he will have him down on his knees, fingers spayed over his belt and lips parting with lick of those lips. There is something disturbingly wrong with the picture. But it's beautiful.
Charles almost smiles but he catches himself at the last second, the one tick right before Erik's gaze falls on him, like it always does.
"That's a shame, Erik. People might actually like you."
"Maybe that's why, Charles."
He gulps down the last of the scotch in his cup and doesn't motion to pour himself another one.
XXX Kuro
There may or may not be mind control (really depends on the version of Charles you've got in your mind.)