This is an excuse to write porn. basically the porn is cut out, to access please visit my AO3 account (story id 1082411).
I know there is already a story about Erik marrying Charles for visa, and yes, this idea is taken from the story. however this is my own interpretation of what happened, and so please pardon me. Also, if you know the story can you please tell me whats the name of the story?
Anyway, enjoy!
They are now officially married, on paper and with the rings on their wedding fingers.
They have known each other for less than 10 hours. It was even generous to say it was ten hours, as those ten hours include at least 6 hours of light sleep. It started from a genuinely coincidence meeting in the Hellfire Immigration Agent male toilet.
Eric sighed. He found himself sitting on the toilet bowl—his pants were on, as he was sitting on top of the cover, not the seat—with a bleak future. He just saw his immigration agent, Ms. Frost. Like the name suggest, she was an ice queen fairytale brought to life.
"You need to either have a sponsor for your residency, taking a new course, or getting a partner immediately. Otherwise, you will need to buy yourself one way ticket back to Germany for good, Mr. Lehnsherr."
Eric knew none of the option was available for him. His visa will expire in five weeks. For one, he didn't have any money left after applying for the bloody expensive visa application and paying his Immigration Agent. He had tried his best to get a job, but every thing he applied to require him to have longer work permit than the next five weeks. So surprise, surprise, he couldn't get a job, and stuck to his current menial job of being the bartender in a small pub.
His engineering degree just finished a week ago and he would only get his result in three weeks. He didn't have anymore money to spend on stupid courses like plumbing or accounting as international students are required to pay everything in full before they even get into the courses. Bloody blood sucker country, exploiting the international students like him and many others.
Lastly, he didn't even need to think about "partners". 3 years he had been there, he had at least 5 short relationships and always ended up dumped by his so called lovers. Most cited he was too serious, while the others said, I just want to have fun and we wish for different things. Was it wrong to be serious in a relationship? What was wrong to want to be together because they care, not because they want him to fuck?
He just couldn't return to his birth country like this. His mother's dying wish was for him to succeed in another country, and advised him to use her life-insurance money to pay for the whole education process. His mother died a week later from cancer, and being utterly alone, Eric did follow his mother's wish and spent the whole thing to pay for his education and migration to another country.
Maybe he has chosen the wrong country. He should just go to Hawaii or Bali, where everything seems to be beaches, magnolias and sunlight.
He came out from the toilet and saw a man—smaller than him, Eric mused. He almost thought it was a lady, if he didn't remember that he was in the toilet—standing over the washing bowl. The man looked down, and then Eric noticed that he was shaking—crying probably.
Awkwardly don't know what to do—he could run, of course, but not washing his hand first was …unwise. Eric was a bit anal about the cleanliness.
But it was the only place available to wash his hands.
Yup, awkward talking it is.
And that was where he first met Charles, his soon-to-be husband.
"…right." Erik played with the golden band on his ring. "Now what?"
Charles smiled cautiously. "Surely you need to inform your Immigration Agency about our current status? I believe you can apply for spouse sponsorship visa."
"Right."
Silence ensues.
"I'll bring my stuffs into your place." Charles spoke out. "Do you mind opening your door at 6 pm this afternoon?"
"I'll help you." Erik immediately offered.
"Thank you, husband." Charles smiled. "But I can really do this myself. I have not much stuff anyway; at most it's just my clothes and books. And some plates or mugs."
Erik nodded. "See you at my place tonight then."
Charles nodded and walked away.
Erik assessed his current situation. Logic dictates that he should be fine now. Charles is clearly a citizen, and being his spouse will allow Eric to get the Spouse Sponsorship visa. Frost would be proud of him.
And he is now married. What a surprise.
Charles was crying indeed—he looked so sad and lost like a drown puppy. Erik couldn't help but offered himself to calm the man down. And surprisingly, Charles followed him. He brought Charles into his apartment (why, why oh why, you idiot Erik, it was lucky that the landlord has inspected his studio apartment—and as always, Erik got the approval, he is a clean freak), poured the man some alcohol and tea (on Charles' insistence), then listening to Charles sobbing for the next half an hour.
From the gist of it—Erik's English was a bit challenged still. Even though he had spent the last three years studying engineering in English, his conversational skill still left a lot to be desired since engineering doesn't need a lot of conversational English anyway—Charles is currently studying as a biology lecturer in another university, and just broke up with his two years boyfriend whom he lived together with. And because of the break up, Charles didn't know where to spend the night. The room was owned by the boyfriend, apparently. And as a student, Charles couldn't afford new room at the moment. On the side note, it seemed that Charles has some problem with his family and thus unable to ask their help.
Erik immediately offered his place—he would leave the country in less than five weeks, the least he could do was to share his place with Charles. He was sure the landlord would not like the sharing, but what she didn't know wouldn't hurt her. Or Erik.
Charles accepted the offer, and started to ask about Erik. Erik then told him everything about his current situation—visa, bloody visa—and somehow they touched the part about Erik's mother's dying wish. It has been a long time since Erik wanted to share about that—ever since his first girlfriend (Erik is proudly Bi) who seemed to find the story unimportant—Erik kept it deep inside him. He didn't want to share his precious mother memories with people who wouldn't even care. And yet, he told Charles.
Charles listened as if Erik was telling a beautiful bedtime story. When Erik finished, he felt a bit awkward as he wasn't sure what kind of reaction Charles would have. Yet Charles didn't laugh, commenting on condolences or ignore the story. He stared at Erik with a wishful expression.
"I wish I have such a wonderful relationship like you and your mother's."
Erik found himself blush and looked away.
Then Charles almost made his heart stopped beating.
"I can help you. It's the only thing I can do now. I will marry you and sponsor your visa, and on the meantime… can I live here with you?"
That was basically the gist of it. They then drunk the rest of the alcohol, went to sleep on the same bed—it was hard, truly hard. Erik has a hard on, since he didn't get laid for quite a while due to examination period—and Charles smelled good. Lithe, small, and just nice size as well. The bed was small, but they squeezed and managed to sleep side by side without touching each other. Not that Eric mind if they touched, actually.
Charles was on time. After they managed to put in his stuffs—it was nothing, really, only a stack of cardigans and essentials, a macbook pro, mostly biology books and scientific papers, and two sets of mug and plates—they sat on the old sofa, waiting for the other to speak.
"Well… Thank you." Erik nodded.
"Pleasure is mine." Charles nodded back. Then he moved nearer towards Erik. Erik was caught unguarded when Charles pushed himself forward and met Erik's lips with his.
It was a chaste kiss at most; no passion, more like "how do you do" kisses your aunt gave you when you were small and "adorable!" in her opinion. Erik pulled himself back automatically and blinked.
"What are you doing?"
Charles looked chastised. He pulled back, looking away. "I thought that's the next logical step. Aren't we married?"
"…Do you want to?"
Charles didn't answer.
Erik sighed. He put his hand on Charles' shoulder and turned the man back to him.
"Don't push yourself, Charles. I am grateful of your help, and I think both of us need to go through this slowly. I would prefer to be friends than this, if you want."
Charles nodded. And then they turned on Charles' laptop and watched the Discover Channel DVDs Charles has.
Erik woke up in the middle of the night to find himself spooning Charles. The other man was vast asleep, and seemed to be comfortable snuggled to himself, but seeking warmth from Erik's body as well. He looked so much in peace.
Erik found himself smiled softly. He was glad Charles could sleep better. Last night he was sure none of them slept well. But now Charles seemed comfortable enough to lay his head on top of Erik's arm pillow.
He chuckled when he remembered the way they argued for the first time: who should be sleeping on the outer side of the bed. Since Erik's studio apartment is small, he put the bed on the wall side, then put a sofa right beside it with a small coffee table where he did all his assignments. There is a small bathroom including shower and kitchen cabinet on the other side. It barely fit a person, but now two of them would share. There would be no privacy, even if Erik put a Japanese partition in the middle of the room (which doesn't have much space anyway).
Charles didn't seem to mind. While they were watching the Discovery Channel, Erik found himself relaxing and quite immersed in the documentary on Sharks. When it finished, Erik turned to see Charles smiling at him.
"You like it?" he asked.
Erik didn't even bother to deny it. Then Charles started to talk about sharks and their genus, families, and somehow it turned into talks of mutation. Erik listened while Charles ranted about why Mendelian Inheritance is so underrated.
And then they prepared for bed, washing their teeth one after the other because the bathroom was too small to share. They then faced the next challenge of who would sleep on the wall side. Charles offered Erik to choose. Erik let Charles decide, and soon it turned into those silly fights where either side thinks the other needs to decide.
After 15 minutes spent arguing who should be on the wall side, they finally realise how silly it all sounded. They laughed and somehow slipped into the same side they did last night—and promptly fell asleep.
It was a good feeling.
Erik snugged closer to Charles. New scent, but Erik knew he would easily learn to love it. He already liked it.
They fell into comfortable domestic over the next few days. As Erik is mostly working night shifts as a bartender while Charles definitely work in the normal working hours (but quite shortened since it was already passed the exam time), they didn't meet each other much. But it just felt so smoothly like a routine—Charles woke up in the morning finding Erik spooning him even though the man wasn't there when Charles fell asleep; Erik woke up to prepared brunch on the table and Charles gone to work already. Erik would then prepare dinner, and it became an unspoken consensus that Erik is in charge of dinner while Charles is in charge for breakfast/lunch.
On his day off, Erik found himself buying groceries for two. It felt weird that he now adds a pack of loose tea leaves (instead of the normal pre-packed ones), pancake batter, double vegetables & fruits amount, strawberry jam and margarine. Eggs. Tissues. Shampoos. Soaps. Fruit juice. The list went on and on. But somehow it didn't bother Erik that much.
He returned to find Charles coming back early from work. It was the first time since their wedding that they were in Erik's studio apartment at the same time during the day. Erik was expecting some awkward situation, but he was wrong.
Charles turned, and immediately smiled.
"Welcome back, husband."
Erik smiled back, suddenly answering without even thinking. "I am back, … husband."
That made Charles' grin even wider and the smaller man came forwards to help carried the groceries. Erik let him be, and together they put everything into their appropriate space. Charles asked where things should be kept, according to Erik's existing system. Erik appreciated the gesture and slowly explaining his system. It turned into a small tour in the kitchen, then kitchen habit sharing (apparently Charles can only cook the basic stuff like instant and microwaveable stuffs. Erik noted how his breakfast and lunches courtesy of Charles were always simple or microwaveable.) Erik then showed his creations (he cook well, and he was proud of it) and also his mother's recipe book. Charles was drooling by the end of it, making Erik laughed.
"Do you do this for your lovers?" Charles suddenly asked. "Do you cook for them?"
Erik hummed. "Yes."
"…Do you mind if I can't cook as well as you?" Charles suddenly asked, and Erik turned to see some insecurity inside those blue, honest eyes. Erik stopped to think.
"Honestly, I don't really mind. I like cooking, but it would be great if my partner can as well. That was what I thought, but then again, you have been making me good lunches and breakfasts, I am not complaining."
Erik felt himself saying these would be too brash, as they were not even lovers per se. But Charles is his husband in law, so he is entitled to honesty.
Charles nodded, looking determined. "I'll be better."
Erik suddenly felt the need to be closer, and he did. He put his arm around Charles' shoulder, smiling. "Thank you. I appreciate your effort, husband."
Charles blushed a bit, but the smile in return made Erik blush as well.
They ended up with a simple dinner and Erik listened as Charles whined about his students. They were, in Charles' words, intelligent but unmotivated, preferring to draw uterus and ovum instead of listening to the lecture about Mendelian crossover. Erik laughed as Charles put out some pictures he'd taken secretly, showing the sleeping students in the lecture hall, some even had the gall to bring his own pillow.
"Was I that boring?" Charles crunched the salad, sadly.
"No, darling, you are not. Just … your lecture is the first thing in the morning, and these students of yours, I believe they are nocturnal."
Charles pouted, but he polished his plate so very clean that it didn't need washing.
A week passed, and they decided to go and enjoyed some time together outside the house. Erik tried very hard to not think of it as a 'date'. So far, he pretended he didn't try to steal glances towards the bathroom in where Charles was changing his clothes. He really didn't know what to wear—should he wear normal, home clothes Charles always see, or should he polish up a bit. If he did, would Charles notice? And if he did notice, then what would Charles think?
So he settled to go safe—he put on his going out pants, but keeping his upper torso naked. When Charles came out from the bathroom, Erik would casually observe what the other man wear, and then choose accordingly.
The door opened and Charles came out with his normal clothes. It was his usual button up shirt and cardigan combo, but somehow it looked nicer. Erik felt torn. He felt a bit disappointed because Charles seemed to think that they going out together only warrant normal clothes, but on the other hand, Erik could sense that the cardigan is newer than the usual one Charles wear (those are truly ugly old cardigans, only Charles managed to pull it off as adorably snugly young innocent professor looks).
Charles saw him, and immediately blushed.
Erik then realised he was still half naked.
"You … are going out like that?" Charles smiled, still blushing. "Very fetching, husband. "
Erik snorted and took a nicer checker shirt he usually kept for first dates. "Do you want me to?"
Charles looked troubled for a second, but then he shook his head.
They planned to go to a museum, then a dinner, a bit of groceries, and then back home.
But plans are just plans when you were going with Mr. Xavier. Erik found the hard way when Charles suddenly changed his mind and bought the ticket to the aquarium instead. The aquarium is located right next door, so it wasn't much change of location, but Erik still felt irked. But the irritation disappeared when he saw how Charles squalled at the penguin display, where two penguins were kissing—for the lack of better word—with each other. Charles then pointed out what they ere doing—grooming their own mates—and then also explained the community of ten penguins inside the aquarium.
They ended up looking at octopus, followed by a short lecture in octopus' behaviour and groovy mutation by Charles. When Charles stopped speaking, Erik realised that many of other visitors—including a family with three children—were all listening to his husband in law. Erik found himself grinning—which was a mistake, because when the children saw his smile, they all ran back to their parents and hid, citing a "shark man".
Charles laughed so hard Erik needed to put his arm around the smaller man's waist to keep him up.
They continued towards the open area which shows dugongs and several types of dolphins. In here, Erik indulgently let Charles explained all about the animals—and soon he was like the piper of Hamelin, quite a big group were following them touring around, listening in interest as Charles pointed out how to identify the gender, and which dugong is older. They also started to ask, and Erik wondered whether it was Charles' calling to be a teacher, for he seems to attract students wherever he went.
The aquarium staffs noticed the big group lead by Charles, and soon they allowed Charles special honour of feeding the dugong. Charles took the job very seriously, but he almost fell into the tank due to over enthusiastic placement of the feeding block. Erik was quick enough to prevent that from happening though.
They passed through the shark area quite quick because Charles couldn't stop laughing when he saw the shark, and then asked Erik to smile with teeth.
They ended up buying a small shark doll from the shop, and also donated $50 to the feeding box for the aquarium. Charles looked so happy that Erik felt it was worth the whole change of plan. They followed their dinner plan though, and Erik chattered lazily about his study while Charles listened in great interest. Somehow their feet met under the table. Erik apologised, but Charles, the little teaser he was, moved his feet so that his legs clipped on Erik's longer leg.
Erik raised an eyebrow, wiped his mouth, and gently moved his leg. Chalres pretended he didn't notice, keep munching on his pasta, but his smirk told Erik how he was enjoying it. Childish as it may seemed, they ended up having a bit of kick fight under the table. Only when they almost kick the whole table down (the bottle of house wine almost fell down—luckily Erik has quick reflex reaction) they stopped doing their business under the table.
The waitress came to them, and he coughed. "I am sorry sirs, but we have a strict policy of dining only."
Charles looked lost, so Erik apologised to the waitress and asked for the bill. When Charles turned as the waitress left them, Erik smiled.
"They think we are not 'dining' per se under this table."
It took a second to process, but Charles' full blush was so good.
They tipped quite a lot to apologise for their inappropriateness, then walked out from the premise with Charles still looking like a lobster.
"Hmmm… what else do we need?" Charles asked himself as Erik pushed the trolley behind him. "We have enough tissue rolls… do we need cotton bud?"
Erik shrugged. "I think we don't need them."
Charles nodded, and he put the cotton bud he took earlier back to the rack. Clumsy he was, Charles knocked the display next to it, which unfortunately was the lube rack. Charles flustered as he tried to salvage his mistake, but he was too late: three bottles of lube fell onto the floor with quite a noise. It brought people's attention to them. Charles apologised while bending over and collected the fallen items. Erik couldn't help but notice the back end of Charles' body and he liked what he saw.
Very much liking, in fact, until he found himself half hard.
"Oh, Erik!"
The exclamation gasp from Charles sounded so dirty Erik needed to bite himself from groaning. He tried to smile and saw that Charles was waving some toothpaste brand.
"The toothpaste is on sale!"
It was the end of Erik's boner, but nevertheless, he slipped a box of condom and a bottle of nearby lube into their trolley.
When they put the items for the cashier to count, Charles found a box of condom and a bottle of lube. The blue eyed professor gasped and turned to Erik. Erik smiled sheepishly. Charles blinked and blushed.
The cashier, an older looking overweight lady, remarked, "Getting some action tonight, are you?"
Charles shook his head, blushing even redder than before. Erik found himself blushing as well, and the lady looked at them with the look of "Oh, I know it alright".
When they finished paying, the lady smirked. "Come again!"
Charles groaned, and Erik found he has very instant reaction to Charles' groans.
"...Well?" Charles asked as he put out the condom and lube on the table. They have finished putting the groceries according to the system and now seated comfortably on the sofa. "… Do you need me to go out…?"
Erik raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"
"I mean…" Charles blushed. "You buy these because… you want to use it, yes? Then… shall I leave the room for a while, or if you prefer, I can return tomorrow as well."
"I still don't understand what you mean, Charles."
"I mean…" Charles bit his lips. Erik found himself wondering what it would feel like to bit those lips. "I mean… you must want to use this with someone, yes? I can leave you to it and return tomorrow so you are free to invite the person you want to…"
"Charles. Stop." Erik held his hands up. Now he got what Charles was thinking. "I am not going to cheat on you. I am your husband, and if I am using these, I will be using it on you… I mean with you, or I mean… what the bloody hell." Erik found himself blushing and stuttering.
Charles looked shocked, and immediately blushed. "…Me?"
Erik looked away, trying to hide his embarrassment. "Yes, you. If you want to. I mean… its just healthy you know? We are both men, and we have … needs. I can help you with yours, if you want. I know my place isn't big enough to give us any privacy, so…"
"Oh." Charles nodded slowly. He then put his hand on top of Erik's. "…I want to."
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