Notes: The setting of this story is in the year 1896, Victorian era and the focus is heavy on smut, so there will be minimal character interaction; it will be more on obsession and unnatural attraction. There is a surprise character involved. The plot is based on possession appearing as a form of dual personality disorder (with some transformation involved, I might add), hence the title of the fic. It's a love triangle of sorts, but as you know, Cherik eventually endures. If you read on, you might find it a bit uncomfortable, but I promise, Charles and Erik will find their happy ending in this fic.
He was the son of his master's servant. When his father retired from service, he took his father's position thereafter as an under butler. His entire family had served his master's family for years; their families had nothing but an amicable working relationship owing largely to the Lehnsherr family's beneficence to the other. The work he does for the man was not difficult. It was in fact, routine and he preferred it that way. He would wake up early in the morning, before the crack of dawn and he would bathe and put on his uniform. The bath awakened his sleep-slurred senses and he would begin the day invigorated, preparing the outfit his master would wear, knowing the exact intricacies between the button-down dress shirts and suits, pairing them to his employer's taste without being told. He would then start up the gas water heater for his master's use and then he would go down to the kitchen to prepare breakfast.
His master, as strictly routine as he was, would be slowly making his way downstairs after an hour or so and he would look neat and clean wearing the suit Charles had put out for him. He would then see that the morning paper had been laid out next to his breakfast plate and that Charles had put everything in order for him. His master implored him that they must eat their breakfast together and that was one of the things he liked about the man. He did not think himself above the working class that he would not deign a servant to join him while he ate his meals. His master would converse with him and even try to get his opinion on certain topics, but Charles himself had thought that he should know his place, keeping his opinions to himself so he was mostly quiet and his response to the master's queries are reserved. After breakfast, Charles would prepare his master's coat and hat, helping him put them on and then the other would leave to go to work.
His master once lived in a large household in the countryside, but due to his work at a Medical School, he had to move to the city in a two story house that has its own lawn. Sir Erik Lehnsherr had left his mother and sister in their country estate, but he had the assertion that he needed to take a servant along to handle his household affairs. He chose to take Charles Xavier with him. It was just the two of them together and Charles did not mind it at all. He liked being with Sir Lehnsherr. He was a kind man and he had treated him well ever since they were little, growing up together in the countryside. There are moments that he missed his family and yearned for his home, but a part of him was secretly glad that Sir Lehnsherr chose him over anyone else in their former household. The reason for this is that he secretly harbored feelings for Sir Lehnsherr, but he dared not tell any soul of this, for having affections for one's employer is frowned upon and on top of that, he was a man! Charles had quelled these unnatural feelings he had felt for so long, but a part of him yearned for the other to acknowledge him somehow, even though he knew that it was impossible. Erik had been nothing but kind and warm towards him and he did not want to ruin whatever camaraderie they have. This Servant to Master companionship allowed him the means to be close to Erik at least and he was willing to accept that.
Charles only spoke Erik's first name quietly to himself and never out loud. He had always addressed Erik formally and his master had even once said it was alright to be on first name terms. Charles disobeyed him only in this matter for which Erik would chide him gently, yet never enforcing it as an order. What was it about Erik that drew his secret affections? Aside from Erik's physical attractiveness, which the ladies back in the countryside swooned about, the man was kind and generous, especially to him. Erik also favored him and frequently called on his services. His master also gave him gifts of books or food, telling him this was his reward for his work. He never did this to any of the other servants so his generosity was quite curious. And, the way Erik sometimes looked at him, his gaze gentle yet penetrating, it almost felt as if Erik could see into his very soul and the other could sense the hushed desires within his heart. He wondered at times that perhaps, underneath the propriety they treated each other with, Erik must somehow reciprocate his feelings. But that would be quite absurd! How could a man of Erik's station even notice a lowly servant like him? In a few years time, the man would probably be married and would have children of his own and then their paths would go their separate ways. Charles did not want to mull over this and so he lived only for what Erik could offer him at the moment.
He made sure everything in the house was in order while Erik was gone and had kept everything clean by dusting, scrubbing and polishing every particular in the house that needed his attention. Charles was thankful that his master was thoughtful enough to consider modern amenities when he had purchased this home, ensuring that it had gas lighting, plumbing and a heating tank, making his work go about easier. He would go to the market afterwards to buy their provisions. Next, he would do the laundry, gardening, prepare dinner for Erik and finish any other housework left undone. Erik would return, sometimes he would be late, but those are of a rare occasion and then they would eat dinner together. Erik would regale him with stories about what happened at the school where he worked and other amusing day to day incidents that he encountered. Erik was at one point concerned that he might be feeling lonely in the house, but Charles informed him that he liked being alone.
"Charles that will not do! Do not burden yourself with too much housework! Go outside and meet other people! Would you like for me to get another servant to keep you company?"
"No Sir! I truly like being by myself. I do have my own pastime to while away my free time and your companionship is enough for me for when you return-"Charles said quickly, his voice rising with some slight agitation at the thought of another person coming between him and his 'Master'.
"Are you quite sure, Charles? I thought at times you must find my company wearisome-"
"Not at all, Sir! I prefer your company over anyone else!"Charles said seriously and then he realized how his words had sounded that he could not prevent the blush that rose to his cheeks. Erik did not find his response odd and even smiled at him gently.
"Well then! I am quite honored to be preferred by you-"
Charles did not try to utter anymore explanations or apologies over what he has said, feeling quietly mortified that he spoke at all with such a strong feeling over the matter. He was kicking himself mentally for his own idiocy and was only glad that Erik did not think him to be an unusual sort. They ate in silence for some time and then Erik informed him about an Automobile show he had seen with some of his peers and Charles listened to his every word attentively, gazing at Erik's handsome profile as he spoke. Charles was then suddenly distracted by the tumble of light brown locks over Erik's wide forehead. Charles almost wanted to reach out to brush it away with his fingers. He blushed again at the thoughts that he was having. There was a strange warmth emanating from Erik's blue gaze as he kept on talking and Charles was riveted to the details of his face. He was clean-shaven and his countenance indicated confidence and strength; his nose was tall and straight, his jaw chiseled and although there was a round scar on the right side of his upper lip, it did not make him any less perfect in Charles's longing gaze. Erik's own eyes are just mesmerizing to look at; seeming to look green or gray when the light hits his eyes a certain way and his lashes are long and thick, making his eyes even more intense. Charles's attention now went to Erik's lips, which are thin yet somehow sensuous and Charles inadvertently licked his own lips as he watched every word being formed by Erik's mouth.
"-I suppose you would have liked that automobile too, Charles. It was a rather light looking model for a 700 pounder! The internal combustion engine was the latest design to come out. I think they still have an exposition open for tomorrow. I would like it very much if you would accompany me there and see it for yourself. Consider it as your time off-"
"Pardon, Sir?"Charles was not sure of what he had heard and blinked rapidly. Erik was asking to be accompanied by him?
Erik chuckled at him."Are you feeling unwell, Charles? I am inviting you to the Automobile show so that you may see it too! Please say that you will go-"
Charles felt heat creep up at the back of his neck. He wanted nothing more than to go there with Erik. He hesitated at first and then he said a soft 'Yes Sir'.
"Excellent! It is my day off from work tomorrow and we can surely attend it together-"
He was quietly overjoyed to be going out with his Erik, but at the same time, he was so nervous. It would be the first time that they would go out together in the city and he could scarcely sleep that night, thinking of how it would be like to spend an entire day outside with Erik. Come the next day, he tried his best to relax and calm down before the man, not wanting to embarrass himself by showing his manic excitement. Their morning was spent with Charles finishing his chores while Erik lounged around reading his research notes and attending to his correspondence in the study. Charles donned the only best suit he ever owned and his newest gray top coat. They took a Hansom cab to go to the Automobile show at around noon. Charles was entranced by the cars that stood on display upon raised platforms, shining and sleek; he stared curiously at the display of car parts and engines. Afterwards, they both had tea at a tea shoppe. Erik kept encouraging him to talk by trying to have him open up and share his thoughts about the Exposition and then they went to the local park to play with the chess set Erik had with him. They lingered in the park for a while until dusk almost settled in.
"You are quite adept at playing chess, Charles. I bet you could even beat a professional chess player! Your moves are simply brilliant!"Erik said with a smile even though Charles had beaten him twice.
"Oh, not at all Sir! I think you are just not in your element today-"
Erik chuckled at that and patted Charles's back."So modest! You had me pulling out my best moves and yet you have still beaten me-"
"I'm sorry, Sir!"Charles said, quietly flustered and Erik suddenly put an arm about him as they walked, making Charles feel a rush of heat creep up on his skin. He hoped Erik did not feel it.
"What are you apologizing for? I don't mind losing to you at all! You won fair and square-"
"It's just that...I...I wish not to give the impression that I am going above my station, Sir-"
Erik frowned slightly."What is this talk of station? It was only a simple game of Chess, Charles. One's position does not matter in an invitation to fair play-"
His master still had his arm about him and Charles grew flushed with both a strange combination of fear and longing. He liked Erik's nearness, but was afraid Erik might sense his silent swooning. Perhaps then, the other would react with revulsion, yet no such thing happened. Erik kept on holding on to his shoulders as they both walked, like it was a brotherly hug and nothing more.
"Charles, I do not think of you as my servant. Not really-"Erik suddenly said quietly, but he did not elaborate on what he meant. They spent a quiet time together back in their residence, reading books in Erik's library and then they both parted to go to their own bedrooms, saying a warm good night to each other. Charles still felt so happy that the day had gone about perfectly. He kept remembering how Erik had lingered embracing him as they walked home and Erik stayed near him at all times at the Automobile show that he had a full view of Erik's face. He exhaled a trembling sigh as he recalled how handsome Erik looked in his dark blue suit, his gaze was elsewhere, but Charles had a view of his profile and he admired the softly curling lashes from Erik's eyes and the other's intense expression as he studied an engine that was placed upon a table for patrons to view. He wished that they would always be like this together because he had never felt contentment in being with another as he had with Erik. It did not matter if Erik did not have romantic feelings for him as long as he could be near him; he had thought that would be enough.
But then, HE came into their lives and whatever secrets they had both kept hidden inside, finally rose to the surface.
Charles had no idea that Erik had an interest in the occult and that the other had been attending Séances with some colleagues to document the phenomenon. The attendance was purely in the interest of science since Erik's department at the Medical School was rooted in psychology and mental psychopathies. He had thought to present a treatise on the psychology involved in making one believe they are talking to a deceased loved one or speaking to some famous persona from the past, aided by a 'medium' whose body would be transiently 'possessed'. He did not believe in these so-called Séances at all. He had thought that all of these spiritualists are merely hacks out to get publicity, aiming to line their purses with the pound notes of unsuspecting and gullible clients. One day, his colleague did not join him in visiting a particular spiritualist due to personal complications. A row with the wife, it seems over the state of their finances. And so, he went alone that afternoon. This spiritualist was one of those overtly theatrical ones because he did not even ask for money. Erik had silently scoffed at the spiritualist at the onset because obviously, it was all for the dramatic effect, to bolster a name for himself. There are six people in attendance at this Séance. The spiritualist suddenly turned to regard him coldly, as if he heard Erik's thoughts that it caused Erik to start in his chair in surprise.
"We have a nonbeliever in our midst-"Azazel the spiritualist said. Erik did not like the looks of him, not one bit. He was dressed all in black and he had the facial features of a devil, amplified by his demonic expression. All that was missing were the horns and the tail
Erik shrugged, smiling wryly at being singled out."What does it matter if I believe or not? I'm only here to bear witness and document your Séance-"
"So, I take it you do not believe in the existence of the soul, of possession and the afterlife-"The man challenged.
"As you have made an astute checklist, yes to all three-"Erik said dryly. He has an outright hatred for deceit and ostentatious displays that it instantly piqued his derision.
Azazel was silent for a moment and then he leaned in close and whispered in Erik's ear."I will make a believer of you yet, Mr Lehnsherr. After my work here, we shall have a private meeting, you and I-"
Erik did not think much of it. He glared back at the spiritualist insolently and thought that all of the man's dramatic flair was ridiculous. The entire event occurred in a dimly lit room with heavy, dark brocade curtains. Azazel had summoned the 'supposed' deceased husband of a client using himself as a channel; he relayed the message of the dead man. The room appeared to darken, the atmosphere becoming oppressive as if the air had been sucked out of the room. Erik did see something ghostly and gray floating over the table of those who participated in the conjuring, but he knew it was all smoke and mirrors. He was not fooled, not like the other people inside the room. He could see the fear and wonder on their faces, making him roll his eyes at the ludicrousness of it all. When the Séance was done and everyone else had departed, Erik remained in his seat and mockingly regarded Azazel.
"Well? What method are you going to use to convince me? Would it be more of these preposterous foreign incantations or are you going to lay some currency upon my palm?"
Azazel did not answer him for a while. He just stared at Erik, hard and then he stepped forward slowly."I sense you are a good man, but you are too rigid, which causes you to close your mind to...possibilities. I could put forth all the contention needed to justify my craft, but I know you will not accept my words. It would be better to show you-"
"How-"Erik began to say in a snide voice, but without warning, Azazel walked quickly over to him and slapped his palm over Erik's eyes. Erik suddenly lost consciousness.
When he came to, he was not in the Séance room anymore. He was out on an unknown street, lying near some refuse heap. The bastard had probably robbed him blind and drugged him! Erik immediately felt inside his front suit pocket and drew out his billfold, but he saw that all his money and papers are still in there. Nothing was taken from him. What did that man do to him? He staggered upright, feeling sick to his stomach, the edges of his vision seeming to go gray. He walked down the darkening streets as twilight nearly departed, feeling like retching, but he comported himself and tried to gather his wits about him. He took out his pocket watch and saw that it was already quite late. Charles was probably fraught with worry for him. The thought of Charles seemed to strengthen him and he walked on until he was finally able to find a familiar street, but he has this strange niggling feeling inside himself. He did not feel right. His head, which had been aching dully when he regained his senses suddenly started to feel full, like something was pressing down on his consciousness and making him languorous. He walked past three men who eyed him surreptitiously as he passed them by. He ignored them because his thoughts were focused on getting home to Charles. Home, I have to get back home. Charles is waiting and he must be so worried for me. He sensed that the men he had passed by were now following him and he had an ominous feeling about their intentions.
"Oi, mate! Got a bit of paper on ye?"One of them called out and then they started to snigger amongst themselves. Erik did not dare to look back at them, but struggled to ignore them instead; walking quickly, but the men matched his pace. His heart should have been beating fast inside his chest, but he felt strangely lethargic. He could barely keep his eyes open and he was staggering as he walked. Perhaps it gave the men the presumption that he was drunk and defenseless.
"How's about a fag? Give us a fag why don't you?"
"Are you deaf, mate? We was talkin' to you!"One of them said almost directly at his back now and then he felt hands grab at his arms and his shoulders, hauling him off to some dark corner.
There were barely any people walking about in this part of the streets because it was in some seedy and dangerous neighborhood. They slammed him against a decrepit wall and proceeded to beat him up, but Erik regarded them with bleary, apathetic eyes. Then, the apathy gave way to some other feeling. He felt rage rise in him; a mad, lowering rage that did not belong to him. It belonged to something else entirely. Erik went blank, just like that and the raging beast inside broke through.
"What's happening to his face?"One of them suddenly said as a slice of light from a streetlamp caught Erik's visage. Lines were starting to unfurl upon his skin, like tattoo marks and they were traveling upon his body at an accelerated rate. The lines formed curlicues and ridges as they started from his jaw, down to his neck and torso. The lines also started to cover his arms even though it was not visible to them. The fat one with a bowler hat who had been holding Erik up against the wall gaped on in wonder, still restraining Erik as he transformed into a tattooed man. Erik...was not Erik anymore as he grabbed at the man's wrist and he twisted it; the man screamed in pain and surprise, but the tattooed man did not release him. The other two goons moved back warily. Regardless if the man had pulled some sort of hocus before their eyes with the tattoos, they will not be denied their boon so they stayed on.
"A fine night for some fun, ain't it lads?"The man spoke with an Irish brogue and smiled at them malignantly even though his lip was bleeding. He kept on twisting the fat man's hands, causing the other to squeal at a higher octave, his entire frame quivering as he struggled to pull away, but the tattooed man was frightfully strong.
"A fine, fine night-"The tattooed man crooned and his pale blue eyes looked deranged. He twisted the fat man's hand even further until he finally broke it. The man fell down to the cement, wheezing and breathless with the excruciating pain he felt, uttering a high screeching cry, momentarily losing consciousness. One of the men pulled out a knife on him, brandishing it about by way of a threat. The tattooed man laughed insolently, looking upwards in indignation as if he could not suffer any more of these pathetic attempts to harm him.
"Really? Is that all you've got?"He said mockingly and then both men came at him. The tattooed man dexterously took the knife from the knife-wielder's hand, slamming him face-forward to the wall this time and then he used the man's own knife on him and stabbed him in the lower back. The man uttered a final death-grunt and slumped forward on to the wall, dying. The third man, realizing that he cannot overcome this madman and that it had been a terrible mistake after all in trying to steal from him, tried to escape, but the tattooed man was quick; he leaped forward to block his way, cackling insanely into the escapee's face and then he punched the man out, causing the fleeing man to fall to the ground next to the fat man with the bowler hat. The tattooed man grinned a lunatic grin as he stooped down to take the hat and he flipped it over smartly in one hand before placing it upon his own head in a jaunty manner.
"I like your hat! It looks much better on me-"He said with relish and then he tilted his head to the side in wonder, but there was nothing innocent in his manner. His expression was one of utter lunacy, his smile was full of teeth that he did not look like he was smiling at all but was rather baring them out in his madness.
"Now you bloody hooligans have probably learned your lesson by now, haven't you? But see, I ain't the kind who teaches a life lesson. Once the lesson is learned, there ain't no way to make up for it-"He said with cold finality. He still had the bloody knife in his other hand and he suddenly tossed it up in a playful manner, snatching at the handle with practiced familiarity as it glinted in the air. He voiced out a maniacal laugh and began to stab and maim the two men to death, their screams rending the air until they could scream no more. The tattooed man was next seen running; it appears the police have been alerted to the crimes he had committed and he dashed over some gated walls and ran pell-mell through the streets to avoid them. He was not running randomly. He knew exactly where to go. The last thought that the other had was of a person named Charles and a vision of his residence. He smiled cruelly to himself. He was aware that this was not his body; he sensed the unfamiliarity of it the moment his soul latched onto it. He would probably have to get rid of this Charles so he could take over the man's home and this body. He did not know how it had happened, but his last memory was of being reanimated from his dead state by his enemy, Jonah Hex and the strongest feeling he had at that time was an immense rage as his body was obliterated to ashes by the man's punch. This was back in America. As he ran, he realized he was not in America anymore, but that he was in ol' Blighty. The pigs were closing in so he tried to evade them first before making his way back to his intended destination.
He eventually arrived at the house that he had seen in his mind's eye and he saw that there were some lights on in there. Surely he had a key to the house in his pockets. He felt around his front pockets and then he took out a single key on a key ring. He smiled malignantly to himself and then he entered the house and quietly closed the door behind him. He darted around quickly, his eyes glaring slits as he searched for the other person who resided in this house. The gas lights were dimmed down, but he could still see around quite well. His eyes alighted upon a man sleeping in a wing chair close to the fireplace. Burke took out the stolen knife with the intention to kill, but when he saw the face of the slumbering young man, he broke into a leering grin and he put the knife away. He was a pretty boy. A very pretty boy. His dark brown locks tumbled over his creamy forehead in soft waves, his heavy-lidded eyes are shut gently and his expression was dreamy and soft as he slept on. The shape of his face was effeminate, as were his eyebrows that arched delicately over his eyes. His most manly feature would probably be his slightly hooked nose, which had a tiny spray of freckles at the bridge. His lips were naturally red, pursed out and sensuous looking. His pale skin glowed even in the dimness of the room that it seemed to radiate some inner light, lending his face some ethereal softness. His stature was small, but he looked slightly muscular. He wore a pale blue nightshirt and he had on a dark blue night-robe.
Burke felt some dark stirring inside his body as he kept staring down at the young man. Down below, his cock stiffened inside his pants and it began to feel full and tight. Why should he kill this young man now? Perhaps he could have some fun with him before he dispatched him. He leaned into the chair and breathed in the smell of the young man's hair. The slumbering youth's hair smelled of some powdery scent, making Burke sigh in satisfaction. He bent down and licked at the area at the side of Charles's throat, inhaling as he did so. Charles's skin smelled of a milky, clean soap smell. It aroused Burke even more, just breathing in Charles's scent, the heat spreading inside his pants and all over his body. It had been a while since he had bedded anyone. The young man finally stirred awake, eyes opening slowly. Burke's breath caught in his throat as he stared at those blue jewels. Charles's eyes were beautiful and bright; like his skin, it seemed to have some inner light of its own. His eyes looked so innocent and pure as he stared up at the other, wiping weakly at the corner of his eye.
"Sir Lehnsherr? I apologize if I had waited out here for you. I-"Charles suddenly stopped when he finally had a good look at the man before him. It was Erik, but at the same time, it was not Erik. The man had tattoos on his lower jaw, extending down to his throat and he was wearing a bowler hat. His dark brown hair curled in an unruly manner behind his ears and he was grinning at Charles in an odd way, the smile full of teeth and quite frightening. The man had a strange coarseness and unsavory quality about him. He was wearing Erik's clothing, which looked disheveled and he had Erik's face, but the expression on his countenance was insolent and threatening.
"Hello there, Little Lamb!"He crooned out at Charles, smiling lewdly. He spoke with an Irish accent.
"S-Sir?"Charles said in a small, frightened voice, his brow furrowed at this oddity. Is this man Erik or is he not Erik? He was acting so strange. Was he somehow a relative? But that was impossible because Charles would have known about him. The man placed his hands upon both of the Wing chair's arms, preventing Charles from getting up from it.
"Have you lost your flock?"The man said throatily and then he swooped down towards Charles and kissed his lips hungrily. Charles's eyes widened in shock and he violently pushed back at the man. He tried to get away, but the man started to laugh in a jeering manner and he grabbed at Charles and hauled him up over his shoulder.
"Let me go!" Charles screamed out, but the man ignored his screams and carried him upstairs into Erik's bedroom even as he struggled. Charles did not think their neighbors would hear his cries. They are at the far end of the street and their house was some distance from their nearest neighbor. Burke tore Charles's clothing from him when he laid him out upon the bed and Charles instantly knew what the man wanted to do to him. He screamed and fought afresh, clawing at the man's chest as the other tried to mount him. The man made as if to kiss him again, but stopped.
"You like the taste of blood, boy? Because if you bite me, I won't even stop kissing you. I will let you drink my blood!"Burke said huskily. Charles did not respond. He looked up at the man with frightened eyes, tears streaming down his cheeks. Burke was looking at him in a perverted manner, his eyes raking over covetously upon Charles's pale and rosy skin. He was completely naked beneath the man. The man began to take off his own clothes and Charles saw the monogrammed handkerchief fall from his pocket. These were indeed Erik's clothes, the ones Erik had worn when he left this morning. Charles dared to ask the man a question.
"W-where did you get these clothes? They belong to my master!"Charles cried out vehemently, concerned that this man might have harmed Erik.
"Oh so this body I've taken over belongs to your master, eh? Sir Lehnsherr!"The man taunted.
Charles's eyes widened in fear, a cold feeling spreading inside him."What do you mean by 'taken over'?"
The man shook his head slowly, having completely taken off his own clothes; Charles saw the tattoos upon his torso and his arms. The man briefly glanced at himself in the mirror at the bureau and then he turned his attention back to Charles."I don't know how it happened, boy. I was already dead, but the next moment, I was alive again and I woke up in this man's body-"
Charles refused to believe what he had just heard."You're lying!"
The man shrugged nonchalantly."Doesn't matter to me either way, whether you believe me or not. I will fuck you out of your mind and then kill you after!"
He grabbed at Charles and forced him down onto the bed. Charles struggled violently from his grip and the man lifted a hand up, about ready to hit him, but then the man's expression softened. For a moment, Charles could see his master's kind face underneath this horrid man's countenance. The man seemed to hesitate hitting him for some reason. He was known for his violence even when rutting with an unwilling or willing victim so this was an odd way for him to behave. The man forced his wrists down instead and began kissing him wantonly, his tongue diving into Charles's mouth. Charles tried to turn his head away, but the man brought one hand up to his face and forced his chin to stay in place, giving him a gnashing kiss. Charles was horrified by the fact that his first kiss would be from this beastly man and the other was kissing him with a rough insistence, his tongue forcing Charles's mouth to open wide and moving about indecently. Charles did not dare to bite him because he knew he would vomit if he ever had a taste of the man's blood. The man pulled back to look down at him with the darkening lust in his eyes. He stuck his tongue out again to lick at Charles's lips and then he bit at Charles's lower lip. Charles started violently in shock at the man's obscenity.
"Little flower, huh?"The man purred out when he pulled away and then he parted Charles's legs rashly and positioned himself on top of him. Charles screamed and fought him, but the man was far too strong. The man grasped at his hair roughly next, forcing him to keep his head down on the pillow. Charles kept hitting at his chest, albeit weakly. He cried and gasped, the tears still streaming down his cheeks. Burke winced at the rigidity of his own cock. He was already so hard. He used his other hand to caress at Charles's hip, and then he reached down to guide his cock home. Charles tried to buck him off violently from his own body again, causing Burke to release his hair. Burke slapped his hands away and then he forced Charles's wrist together, bringing them over his head and using his other hand, he positioned his cock against Charles's quivering, pink hole and entered him.
Charles let out a breathless scream at the pain, his blue eyes going wide and trembling in their sockets. Charles stiffened momentarily upon the bed, the will to fight the man off was struck from him. All his mind could focus on was the terrible pain in his backside and the horror that the man was inside him. The man groaned, his eyes closing at the amazing tightness and heat his cock encountered within Charles. The man's hips started to undulate forward, slowly and deeply, savoring the sensation that precious backside was giving him. Their hot and sweaty bodies pressed against each other, giving rise to more heat, spurring the man on. Charles writhed weakly and moaned in pain beneath him, eyes shutting tight and weeping at the violation. Burke released his wrists and propped himself up on top of him, his hips thrusting in a slow, dreamy manner. Charles remained lying there, losing all hope of trying to fight him off. It was no use. He was being taken against his will and he could only pray that it would end soon so that he could be parted from this horrible man. The man did not just rape him. He started kissing Charles's face and his throat, licking obscenely at his skin and moaning in pleasure. Charles was sickened by his nearness and then he smelled the man's scent. He smelled of Erik's cologne. The thought of Erik seemed to fortify him from this sick thing happening to him that he boldly spoke, even as he was violated.
"Where...where is Erik? Please tell me-"Charles managed to gasp out as the man kept up his slow and dreamy undulation into him. The man stopped kissing him and considered his query contemplatively, still continuing with the bucking of his hips.
"Can't figure it out yet, little lamb? He's here with us-"The man whispered silkily and kissed Charles's throat softly this time, nuzzling his nose into Charles's skin and breathing deeply of him. Charles shivered in revulsion, not pleasure. The man did not make any sense. Then, he quickened the thrusting of his hips and Charles felt even more pain and gasped out at it, lifting both hands up and trying to push the man off of him.
"Stop! Stop it!"Charles howled out and sobbed, kicking his legs out and trying to unglue their bodies, but the man held him down fast and kept on taking him. The man's movements became frenetic and wild. He was moaning in pleasure at how good it felt, ignoring Charles's suffering. He just had to release himself into this tight and hot depth. His hips started to lose volition as he felt himself nearing that white-hot place that wipes one's mind clean with ecstasy; that one moment when he could feel blissfully blank. Charles turned his head away in disgust, but the man forced his chin back in place and kissed him roughly. The man broke the kisses this time, groaning loudly at the unbearable sensations building and peaking within him until finally, he was hurled into this undeniably amazing orgasm he had not felt in a while. He shoved his face into Charles's shoulder and bit down hard. Charles started in shock and let out a cry of surprised pain. Burke let out a sigh of contentment and remained still on top of Charles, the only sound now filling the room was their breathless gasping. Charles was repulsed because he felt the man's ejaculate inside him, hotly trickling within his backside. He thought the man would now pull away from him and end his miserable life. But the man recovered and pulled back to smile at him lewdly.
"Shall we have another go at it, flower?"He said huskily and then he started to haul Charles up so he could turn him around.
"No! Please, no more!"Charles moaned in horror, shaking his head weakly in denial. He shivered sickly as the man pulled out of him and the man's come started to flow down from his backside, slick and copious. The other succeeded in turning him around and then the man began kissing the nape of his neck and his back, licking possessively at his skin. He used his own knees to part Charles's legs again and then he positioned his erect manhood right at Charles behind, rubbing against him obscenely. Charles shrank from his touch, but he could do nothing. He thought the violation was done, but then another was about to occur.
"Come now, let me in. You're starting to like this, I can tell-"The tattooed man whispered into his ear and Charles winced and shut his eyes tight. Charles shook his head, refusing to accept the man's words, causing the other to chuckle.
"Here I come then!"The man said softly against his cheek, licking at his face and then he entered in roughly this time and Charles screamed in a high and trembling voice. The man raped him over and over that night and he lost any will in his body to fight. He felt that he was not himself anymore. That this violated body was not his. He tried to drown out the man's moans and gasps with thoughts of Erik, remembering the other's calm and affectionate expression in his mind. He would not have wanted his master to see him being taken like this. He thought his master had been murdered by this man and that the man will kill him next. He wondered if he would meet Erik in the afterlife and finally confess his feelings for him.
He woke up with a start when morning came; the light of dawn had still not touched the horizon. The room was flooded with the gray-blue light coming from the skies and into the window. He did not move yet as he watched the grayness fade and become white. Charles was lying stiffly on his side and the first thought he had was that it had all been a nightmare, but when he shifted he suddenly felt it; a wetness beneath his hip and an ache within his behind. He realized he was naked and then with trembling fingers, he reached behind him to touch that slick wet flow from his backside. He thought it was blood, but it was actually...semen. The pearly white fluid shone on his fingertips and then he flung a glance at the other side of the bed and he saw the tattooed man lying next to him, breathing lightly and softly. It was all real. The man was still asleep and he had a faint smile on his face. Charles felt righteous anger rise within him, his shoulders quaking with it. He reached for the candle holder, intending to club the man to death with it, but something strange was happening to the man. The tattoos on his body...they started to fade and his hair color lightened to the same shade as Erik's hair. It also began to straighten out the dark curls of the other until the man began to resemble his Erik once more. The tattoos had completely vanished. Charles let out a gasp of shock, his entire frame shaking as he watched the transmogrification. The tattooed man was telling him the truth. He had possessed Erik's body and had used his master to do unspeakable things to him.
How could this have happened?
Charles nearly reached for Erik to rouse him, wanting him to explain this strange occurrence, but he hesitated. He wondered if Erik even knew since the tattooed man had mentioned that he had possessed Erik's body, without knowing how or why. This could only mean that last night, it was Erik's lips that had really kissed him and it was Erik that had...that had violated him against his will. He wondered if Erik would even know what he had done. Perhaps he would not because if he told him of the violation that happened last night and the strange tattoos that had miraculously disappeared from his body, the other might dismiss his claims as lunacy. But perhaps, he might not. He will have to wait until Erik was up. Charles hurriedly got out of Erik's bed, wincing at the pain of his hips and his backside. He bent down to retrieve his torn clothing. He saw that the stained bed sheet had fallen off to the side of the bed and he took this too, replacing a new one over Erik's naked body and then he closed the door behind him. He was still too shocked and confused over the entire affair. Charles took a quick and bracing cold bath, hastily wearing his uniform; he ignored the bruises upon his body and the bruised bite marks on his shoulder. He rushed to do his usual chores, getting everything in order before Erik woke up. He would have to wait and see what happens when the other came down for breakfast. He thought it would be best if they sat down and talked calmly over the matter.
"Good morning, Charles!" Erik said pleasantly from behind him, causing him to start up in fear and making his heart race. He turned to smile at Erik nervously.
"Good morning, Sir!"
Erik smiled back at him gently and from the look upon his face, he was not even aware of what had happened last night. Charles saw the absence of comprehension in Erik's eyes and then he knew that even though it was Erik's body that had forced itself upon him, he was not himself when it occurred. The tattooed man did it. Erik made no mention of waking up naked, perhaps thinking it unseemly to broach such a topic at breakfast. Charles let out a small, shivery breath when Erik sat down at the dining table.
"This looks like a different sort of breakfast, Charles. Kippers and toast?"
"I'm sorry Sir. It was all I could prepare on short notice-"
"Think nothing of it. Come, join me!"
Charles could not stop staring at his face. A small part of him was angry because Erik was not even aware of what he had endured last night. Erik finally looked up and noticed that Charles was pale and that his hand shook slightly as he brought a forkful of egg to his lips. Erik wiped at his own lips with the table napkin and faced Charles directly, his expression concerned.
"Charles are you unwell? You look like you are about to faint-"Then strangely, he reached out and clasped gently at Charles's wrist, making the other's eyes widen in surprise.
"Look at you? You're shaking-"Erik said in a tender voice, but the touch seemed to stir some recognition in his eyes. Charles watched his face intently as it slowly darkened into a small frown and then Erik released him, shaking his head slightly as if to clear it and putting his fingers to his temple.
"I am...I am feeling rather unwell myself. Would you believe me if I told you I almost got mugged last night by some ruffians? It was odd that I even made my way back with my billfold still in my pocket-"
Charles stared at him silently for a moment."You don't remember how you made your way back home, Sir?"
Erik's face was creased with mild agitation, looking puzzled himself over his lack of memory."Yes. I can't for the life of me remember how it came about!"
"I'm glad those men did not harm you, Sir-"Charles said quietly, putting his fork down and clutching nervously at his table napkin, wringing it in his grasp.
Erik looked over to him affectionately and gave him that gentle smile that he always wanted to see."Thank you for your concern, Charles-"
Erik began to read the morning paper and exclaimed upon three gruesome murders that occurred in the squalid part of the city. It appears a man with a tattooed face had done it, right in the vicinity of where he was almost mugged. Charles grew numbly cold at this revelation, remaining silent. He felt like fainting, but he struggled to suppress himself. The man had used Erik's body and had done away with three murders! Charles realized he could not bring up what had happened last night because Erik was in the dark about everything that has transpired. It was just inconceivable! Yet, there was a brief moment when they touched when somehow...Erik remembered; it appears the other was dismissing it because he must have thought it was just his imagination. Charles wanted to shout at him and pour forth his anger, but what good would that do? Confusion and fear rose within him again and he fought inwardly to quell them. Charles stood up to get them more tea, but his knees suddenly felt watery; he felt lightheaded over his knowledge of these horrors and the fact that Erik had committed murder. He nearly fell over, but Erik caught him.
"Charles!"Erik held him in his arms, frightened by his state. Erik looked so anxious and worried for him that Charles's heart softened. Without meaning to, he placed his head against Erik's shoulder and sobbed softly.
"Charles, what has happened to you? Please tell me!"Erik said with growing concern. Charles struggled to control himself with effort and pulled back from Erik's arms, wiping at his eyes.
"I'm sorry Sir! I didn't mean to-"
Erik reached for his cheek and gently smoothed over his skin."Charles something is troubling you, but you won't tell me what it is! Please, tell me. What is it?"
"I'm just tired, Sir. I did not sleep well last night-"Was Charles's feeble excuse, but Erik would not accept that answer. He guided Charles back to his chair and went to get tea for them himself. He poured one for Charles and gave him the warming brew. Charles drank it down gratefully. How can he ever hate Erik when the other presented him with his thoughtful nature? Last night's incident was something abhorrent and best left forgotten. Whatever entity had possessed Erik, he was long gone. It wasn't Erik who had done those crimes. His Erik was the one tending to him now, worrying over him that the other did not care about going to work anymore, wanting only to remain for the day and attend to his needs.
"Please, Sir! Don't concern yourself over me! You have to go to work-"
"No Charles! I insist! I will tell them on the morrow that I was unwell-"
Charles could not convince him otherwise. Erik led him upstairs back to his bed and offered to make him some soup for lunch. Charles reluctantly allowed Erik to care for him. He slept and when he woke up, the other brought him a book to read and he also brought up a tureen of hot soup. Erik had told him sheepishly that the only thing he knew how to do was boil water that was why he only made Charles some beef tea. Charles chuckled weakly at Erik's efforts.
"You must teach me the ways of the kitchen when you are well, Charles! I can't always have you doing everything for me! Goodness, you have worked yourself to exhaustion because of me! I cannot have this happening again!"
Charles gave another low laugh because Erik looked so flustered at his own incompetence in the kitchen affairs."Yes, Sir. I shall do my best to help you-"
He drank the beef tea and it tasted fine enough and it warmed his stomach. He sat back and began to read the book while Erik lingered in his room, trying to engage him and keep him company.
"It was my fault anyway. I arrived home late, keeping you up at such a late hour-"
"I don't mind waiting for you, Sir-"
"No Charles. This will not do! From now on, I promise I will give you an immediate notice if I will be staying out late. I will not have you getting sick like this again-"
Charles gave him a gentle smile and shook his head slightly in mock surrender. He cannot persuade Erik to stop his fawning and worrying. Erik had put up his comforter for him and brought him a jug of water. He kept going back into the room to monitor Charles's condition. Charles slept after some time and when he woke up once more, Erik was not around. He winced because his backside was still hurting. He had washed himself down there this morning, but he felt the need to check the state of it in the bathroom. He did not feel any tearing of tissues and he was not bleeding. He was only sore because last night that ghastly fiend had raped him repeatedly. He washed himself again, still feeling sullied. He opened his shirt and had a good look at his bruises. That awful man had done this to him! Charles returned to bed and quietly mulled over the situation. Whatever horrors had been done, Erik was still an innocent man and he did not have a hand in any of it. Charles himself had immediately absolved Erik of his deeds. No, he cannot blame Erik for any of this. He would forgive Erik for the violation done upon him and in time he may perhaps heal and forget. The memory of the tattooed man darkened his mood, but he forced a smile for Erik when the other returned once more and this time he offered that they play a game of chess to pass the time.
"I would love to, Sir-Charles said brightly, but his enthusiasm sounded forced. Erik could see it, but did not remark on it again. He knew there was something more to Charles's state, but the other would say nothing. They played chess well into the afternoon until dusk settled in. They had finished with their game of chess around that time and then Charles decided he had to go down and prepare some supper for them. Erik did not want him to go up and about just yet, but Charles said he was feeling fine and began peeling the potatoes and preparing them some beef stew. They ate dinner, but Erik was looking restless and distracted for some reason as he drank his glass of port afterwards in the drawing room. He kept running his hand through his head, mussing about his hair. Now it was Charles's turn to ask him if he was well.
"I feel...strange-"Erik said thinly and his eyes were unfocused as he stared at Charles. He began to look sleepy and then to Charles's horror, ink lines were sprouting out of Erik's skin, starting from his jaw, unfurling in curlicues and whorls down to his throat. His arms were also banded over with ink lines that seemed to write itself upon his skin. His hair was darkening, growing thick and a cold steely-blue light shone from his eyes.
"Sir!"Charles began, but it was no longer Erik sitting from across him. It was the other man and he regarded Charles with that familiar leering grin.
"Hello Little Lamb! We meet again!"He said derisively and then he grabbed at Charles's throat and forced him down onto the floor.
"Monster!"Charles screamed and tried to push him off, but the man held him down and began to kiss and lick at his cheeks and his throat. He pulled back suddenly as he regarded Charles with his dark and lusting gaze. They were both breathing raggedly as they sat on the carpeted floor.
"It seems I can only come out and play at night-"The man mused. His expression grew cold when he realized this and then he got up and he began to make his way towards the front door.
"Wait! Where are you going?"Charles called out warily. The man was a loathsome evil spirit and he had repossessed Erik's body once more. Charles thought this nightmare would have ended but to his utter dismay, it had begun again. Charles was concerned that the man might get Erik in trouble if he allowed the other to step outside. The man regarded him impassively and had his hand on the doorknob.
"I can't stay here and play house with you, boy. I've business to attend to. I must find a way to go back to America and-"
"No!"Charles cried out shrilly and he went to the door and barred the man's way.
"No?"The man asked menacingly, glaring hard at Charles. His gaze was frightening and demented, but Charles tried to draw some courage inside himself when he met the man's eyes.
"Please don't do this to Erik's body! It does not belong to you! Go back from what hell you came from and leave us in peace!"Charles begged him, tears trembling in his sad blue eyes. The man placed his fingers upon Charles's chin and lifted his face up so that he can gaze down at him insolently.
"Can't make me leave him, boy. Finder's keepers. I'm here to stay. Besides, you have no power to stop me-"Charles reached for the man's arms to prevent him from leaving.
"Wait! You can't go! You're in the papers!"Charles hastily pulled the newspaper up from the nearby table and held it out for the man to see.
"How does that stop me from leaving?"The man said in a cold voice, which was rising threateningly; his patience was wearing thin as he ignored the proffered paper.
"The constables are all over the streets, still looking for you because you've murdered three men! Look out the window to the far left. Wait for a moment. You shall see them!"
The man gave him a lingering stare of annoyance and then he walked over to the large windows to the left, gazing at the far side of the street where the houses were more closely lined up together. Lehnsherr's residence was at the far end, built close to an incline and beyond it, the empty woods. He did not want to risk making a run for it in the woods. There were indeed policemen walking about outside, some distance down the street, walking in twos and wearing their high hats and uniforms, illuminated by the streetlamps. Due to the distance, he had a clear view of the neighborhood. Burke did not want to risk overpowering them because he was on unfamiliar ground. He did not even have any weapons to subdue them. He knew that if they took one good look at him, they would know he was their fugitive. He had that effect on people, especially in places like these, where propriety and rules abound.
"Shit!"Burke cursed under his breath. What was the use of his new-found existence if he cannot go about freely? How was he even going to move forward using this man's body if he can only do so at night? Even if he did manage to secure illegal papers or steal into a ship bound for America, he would not make it far. The man who owned this body got the better end of the deal because he can move about by day, but Burke could only come out at night. In short, he was powerless because this body was useless. Now because he had murdered those men who tried to mug him, he had marked himself to be the target of the authorities, entrapping him further into this caged existence. Burke let out an angry howl and in his anger, he kicked at a side table close by the door and then he threw the hat stand at a display cabinet, causing the loud breaking of glass.
"Please, calm your mind, Sir!"Charles called out, putting his hands to the man's arms. He was frightened by the man's fury. Lord knows what atrocious acts he would do again using Erik's body. It was just too terrible to think that Erik will be ruined because of this.
"What the hell use is it to come back to life only to live this pathetic half-life? What am I going to do with this?"He shouted out to Charles as if the other would know the answer. He grabbed at Charles's collar and pushed him up against the wall, his eyes blazing with his hate and rage.
"I was a man of power! I have killed men, women and children freely, without fear or regard! I've taken my greedy fill of all the pleasures of life and I have lived under a lawless sun. To be reduced to this? This bloody useless skulking waste! I CANNOT LIVE LIKE THIS!"He screamed viciously into Charles's face. He was about to use his fists upon Charles, intending to pour his rage at someone, but again there was that strange tug from within that prevented him from laying a finger against the young man who sobbed before him. Burke uttered an angry hiss instead and released Charles, making as if to go out the door again, turning his back on Charles, but Charles stopped him by hugging his midsection.
"Please I'm begging you, don't go outside!"Charles cried out. The man was startled that the other was embracing him. Charles moved before him to block his way further and placed his hands to the man's chest, looking up at him imploringly.
"I will do anything you want! Just please don't go out and cause any harm to Erik's body-"
Burke was suddenly beside himself, amused by the young man's pathetic entreaties. He managed to smile at him languidly; his voice softening to a low and sultry growl."Anything?"
In response, Charles embraced him again and slowly, hesitantly, he drew close to kiss the man's throat with gentle lips. Burke let out a sigh of pleasure at the touch. Charles was crying quietly, feeling sick to his stomach. He could think of nothing to prevent the man from leaving...except to offer himself up for the man's abuse. Burke grabbed at the back of his neck roughly and drew him close to give him frantic, sloppy kisses. Charles did not fight him off this time. He allowed himself to be kissed. Then, the man's kissing became slower, stopping to lick indecently at Charles's lips again and nibbling at his lower lip. Charles stiffened in fear within his embrace, but Burke did not hurt him. Burke was caressing his behind, making it so that their lower bodies are grinding up against each other and Charles could feel the man's erection. Charles shivered against him, repulsed, but he let the other continue. Burke stopped his grinding and then he tugged roughly at Charles's wrist, leading him upstairs into Erik's bedroom again. Burke began to undress and he gestured with his eyes that Charles should do the same. Charles, started by taking off his shoes and his socks, then he unbuttoned his waistcoat with his back turned to Burke.
"No. Face me! I want to see you take your clothes off for me-"The tattooed man purred out.
Charles awkwardly turned about to face him and continued to unbutton his waistcoat, dropping it on to floor until it was followed by his shirt, trousers and underpants, averting his eyes from the man's lewd gaze.
"Look at you! Beautiful!"The man crooned out as Charles stood upright and he was buck naked for the man to see. Charles's cheeks were flushed beautifully, his expression anguished that it made Burke even more aroused. Burke had already taken his own clothes off and climbed up on the bed, laughing delightedly and then he gestured for Charles to get up on his lap. The boy knew exactly what would lift his spirits up. Charles clumsily got on Burke's lap, facing towards him and Burke began kissing his throat and licking at his skin, possessively running his hands over Charles's chest, hips and then to his behind, clutching at their enticing roundness and grasping them hard with his fingers. Charles sobbed and let the man continue, shivering and frightened. He did not struggle and he let Burke do as he pleased. He was doing this for Erik. If the man was at least allowed to use his body, then Erik would not be harmed or made to do something even more terrible. Charles had to please the man somehow so he put his hands out and caressed Burke's shoulders. He started to kiss him back softly. Burke chuckled again, pleased that his conquest was so willing. He grinned at Charles wickedly when he broke the kiss and reached for the boy's virgin cock, stroking down on the shaft.
Charles moaned, turning his face away. His cheeks were so red with shame as Burke started to fondle and squeeze his manhood. He gasped lightly as he felt heat stirring within himself. His eyes widened when he realized he was getting aroused by Burke's heated touches. He did not want to feel any pleasure from the other at all! He was a horrible monster of a man!
"No!"Charles cried out, sobbing as he tried to push Burke's hand away from his sex. Burke glared at him with his steel-blue eyes.
"I recall you saying that you would do anything. What happened to that?"
"Yes but-"
"You can't even pretend to be aroused?"The man asked mockingly.
Charles was repulsed by the thought that this man should even arouse him, but he had no choice. He had to give the man what he wanted. He just had to imagine it was really Erik touching him and not this disgusting, murdering bastard. He pulled his hand back, away from Burke's hand, which was still clutching at his sex and he gently placed his fingers over Burke's shoulders again, caressing him and kissing him once more. Burke gloated at the fact that he could turn Charles into his sex slave and make him do his every bidding. He had some measure of power after all and he was exerting it upon these two people. He felt Charles's cock stiffening in his hand as he continued fondling him and Charles's kiss took on a salty taste because he could not stop crying. Burke was actually enjoying seeing him like this and then he pushed Charles back upon the bed. He stared down at Charles's half-hard cock, grinning insolently. Charles had his head turned away, one fist pressed up to his red lips to keep himself from crying out loud, the other was flung out onto the pillow. His neck and his face were flushed with arousal.
"Well, flower! It's about to time we educated you in the ways of the flesh-"
Burke looked about and saw bottles with various oils in them upon the bureau and he got up and took one of the bottles. He poured a liberal amount of the oil in his palm. It smelled citrusy and sweet. He reached for Charles cock and he fondled him again, his palms working upon Charles expertly, cupping and squeezing at his balls. He smiled mischievously as Charles's back arched upwards, the young man biting upon his lower lip, trying not to moan in pleasure. Charles's toes had curled back into the bed and his hands clutched out at the pillows beneath him. He turned his head restlessly about as Burke kept fondling him and then he suddenly stopped, watching Charles's expression become pained as the pleasuring was abruptly discontinued. Charles was gasping and looking around at him with a drunken expression on his face. It was just beautiful to look at. Burke then poured some more of the oil on his two fingers and then he entered Charles's backside with it.
"Ah!"Charles cried in surprise. His legs quivered; his body stiffening at the sensation. There was no pleasure to be felt at first, but then Burke appeared to be searching for something in his backside, feeling about and then he jabbed at some sensitive gland inside Charles, causing the other to start forward in shock.
"Oh God!"Charles moaned out with a high quaver in his voice, his shoulders hitching up and his head snapping to the side. Burke knew exactly what he was searching for and knew about that pleasure gland within. He jabbed at it repeatedly that Charles could not stop the breathless little gasps of pleasure from issuing forth from his trembling red mouth. Burke started to violate him with his two fingers and with the other he started fondling and playing with Charles's cock. Charles's legs were quaking uncontrollably again, his head turning from side to side restlessly. His eyes are shut tight as he savored the sensations that Burke drowned him in. He was sweating profusely that it had made his hair wet and it had dampened the sheets. He was getting so lost in the lust that he did not realize he was howling out loud in his ecstasy. He orgasmed for the first time. Charles uttered one drawn-out cry, overtaken by his intense lust and then he collapsed back onto the bed, breathless and gasping. His come spurted on to his belly as Burke released his sex. He kept his eyes closed and when he opened them he saw Burke enjoying the sight of him looking like this. Charles was ashamed of his arousal and turned his face away, unable to look at the loathsome man who had brought him a pleasurable sensation he never felt before.
"Felt good, didn't it little lamb? I can make it feel even better-"Burke cooed against his cheek and Charles felt disgusted with himself because...he craved for more. He wanted Burke to go on, but he did not dare say it out loud. He kept on lying there, trying to recover and then he opened his eyes quickly when Burke mounted him. The man licked indecently at his lips again and then he forced Charles to part his thighs. He had smeared some oil on his own cock before guiding it straight to Charles's hole and he knew where to jab the head of his cock into. He aimed at Charles's pleasure gland as he fucked him deep and Charles was moaning and writhing in pleasure beneath him, unable to believe how good it felt. Without being told, he lifted both his arms and clung on to Burke. He kissed Burke's lips seductively, licking at it in the same way the other licked at him. Burke chuckled and then he groaned in pleasure as Charles tightened his backside muscles on him. Charles looked up at him with his own darkening lust and let it go on and on. He reveled in all the filthy things Burke had done to him. He had kissed Burke willingly, touching tongues with him, letting himself be taken in the different positions that Burke wanted to take him. Burke had him on his knees, his behind thrusting out for the other to take. At some point Burke took him while they were both lying in a spooning position and Charles thought he was going to lose his mind as the sensations built itself over and over inside his feverish body, suspended in a constant state of orgasm. Later on, Burke had him riding on top of him and Charles felt so ashamed that he was undulating his own hips to meet Burke's rigid manhood, enjoying the wild and frantic sex. He wept all the while that they had sex, but he let it happen; he let it continue. Was he still doing this for Erik or was he doing this because the man gave him so much pleasure? He didn't know any more.