Erik glowered at the computer screen, a low growl rumbling deep inside his chest. Beneath Charles picture, in large, bright red letters, flashed the words 'Auction Ended', and beneath that in slightly smaller letters 'Winning bidder: Sebastian Shaw".

Sebastian fucking Shaw. It just had to be him didn't it? God how Erik hated the man. He was smug, narcissistic, devious, intelligent, sadistic, charming and power hungry. Everything Erik himself was really and yet, somehow, not. The only reason Erik tolerated his continued patronage was because he was so obscenely wealthy. In actuality, Shaw was probably one of the wealthiest men on the planet, far wealthier than Erik himself, a fact he liked to remind him of frequently, and as such was prone to dropping several million dollars in one weekend long visit.

For some reason though, today just the thought of having Shaw in his establishment at any time in the near future rankled him more than usual and he toyed briefly with the idea of extending the auction in the hope that an eleventh hour bid might topple Shaw from his position of highest bidder. Ultimately though, he knew this to be a pointless exercise. Shaw had never been outbid, not when he really wanted something and if the ridiculously over the odds winning bid was anything to go by, he really wanted Charles.

The rumbling growl in Erik's chest grew deeper. He was angry and he didn't know why. Normally the thought of Shaw's money being deposited into his bank account was enough to make Erik forget, temporarily, any ill feeling he had towards the man but not this time. Well, there was no sense in dwelling on it, business was business after all. He sent his usual congratulatory email to Shaw's address and awaited his reply. It came quickly, as was expected, Shaw informing him that he would be arriving late the next day.

That was something at least. The quicker he got here the quicker he would be done with Charles and the quicker he could fuck off.

He supposed he should give the boy the good news.

"Mr Lehnsherr wants you in his office." Azazel said bluntly, not waiting for a response before grabbing Charles by the arm and hauling him to his feet.

"What if don't want to go?" Charles asked defiantly, trying unsuccessfully to yank his arm away.

Azazel's answering glare told Charles all he needed to know and he sighed heavily, his arm going limp as he allowed himself to be manhandled.

"Fine." He mumbled unhappily. "Let's go."

The Russian dragged him out into the hallway but instead of taking him downstairs straight away, he was taken in the opposite direction and up a different set of stairs altogether.

"This isn't the way to Mr Lehnsherr's office?" He questioned.

"There is someone he wants you to see first."

Charles frowned.

"What sort of someone?" Azazel didn't offer an answer, he didn't even spare a grunt , he just kept pulling him until finally they reached the apparent destination.

"You have two minutes, no more." The Russian told him, as the guard unlocked the door for them. Azazel shoved him into the room and assumed his own position at guard. The force of the shove made Charles stumble forward and it took him a moment to regain his balance. Once he had he glanced around the room, his eyes settling quickly on a small figure perched on the edge of the bed looking relatively healthy and thankfully unscathed.

He sucked in a short, surprised breath.

"Raven."

"Come in." Erik called out, answering the knock on his door. The door swung open with a creak and in stepped Azazel with Charles in tow.

"I brought the boy." He said, dragging him forward and giving him another shove.

"Thank you Azazel." Erik glanced at his watch. "That will be all, you may take the rest of the evening off to… avail yourself of the facilities if you wish." The meaning was clear and a broad, lascivious grin spread across the Russian's face.

"Yes boss, thank you boss."

Erik chuckled softly to himself as he watched the other man practically sprint from the room and made a mental note to have Hank check in on Darwin in the morning, no doubt there'd be some minor issues which would require treatment before he could attend his first appointment.

"Charles." He said, turning his attention back to the matter at hand. "You've seen your young friend Raven." It wasn't a question. Charles nodded. "Speak up boy."

"Yes."

"And you're satisfied that she hasn't been harmed at all?"

"Yes." Charles paused for a moment then added quietly. "Thank you, Mr Lehnsherr."

Erik raised one eyebrow and looked at the boy, surprised at the freely offered thanks.

"I'm a man of my word Charles. I told you she would be safe as long as you behaved and I meant it. And as long as you continue to behave she will remain so. Now, on to the reason I sent for you." He turned the computer monitor round so that Charles could easily see the screen from where he stood. "This is Mr Shaw."

Charles stared at the screen for a moment and Erik saw his blue eyes darken as he came to his understanding.

"He's the one who… He's the one paying for the privilege of being the first one to rape me."

"Now Charles, you promised you'd behave." Erik admonished.

"And I will, for Raven's sake. But just because I'm going to let him and anyone else do what they want to me, doesn't mean I have to like it. And just because I won't fight back doesn't mean I want it. That makes it rape."

Erik raised an eyebrow again. So, even when he was tamed and obedient, this boy still had fire. He wasn't broken yet. Not entirely. He liked that very much. His cock liked that. He stood up and walked round to the front of his desk.

"Charles, Charles, Charles." He said. "You still have so much to learn. You may not believe me right now because at this moment all you can think of is that you're here against your will, but trust me, it's not impossible to find pleasure here."

"With him?" Charles snorted indignantly and nodded at the screen. "I doubt that."

Erik flashed the boy a cruel smirk.

"No no, not from him. I'm quite sure you won't enjoy your time with him at all." He watched the boy closely, pleased to see a hint of fear creeping back into his beautiful blue eyes. Charles was gorgeous when he was scared.

He felt his cock beginning to stir inside his pants but his arousal was tempered by something akin to jealousy. In this moment, Charles was more scared of Shaw than he was him. Erik didn't like that one bit. What he liked even less, was the thought that very soon Shaw would be putting his hands on the boys body. Shaw would be touching Charles intimately, marking him with scratches and bruises. Shaw would see those pretty pink lips wrapped around his cock and hear those choked, retching noises as he gagged around him. Shaw would have the boy beneath him, would see the tears in his eyes and hear the screams of pain as he fucked him brutally until he came all over himself, utterly humiliated. And what was worse, was that Shaw would have all of these things before Erik. The boy belonged to Erik, but Shaw would get to enjoy him first and there was nothing he could do about it now.

That made Erik's blood boil. He should have said 'fuck the auction' when he had the chance.

"Come here." He ordered. Charles looked at him, uncertainty clouding his features but Erik was in no mood to explain. "Do as you're fucking told." He hissed, and apparently, even Charles knew not to defy him in his current mood because in a flash he was there, in front of him, toe to toe and terrified. Erik's mood improved somewhat. "Now kiss me."

Charles' eyes went wide with shock.

"What?"

"You heard me."

"I don't understand."

"Just do it."

Flushed with fear and confusion, Charles tipped his head slightly to one side, licked his lips nervously and pressed his lips hesitantly to Erik's. At the first touch of Charles's lips to his Erik's cock twitched. The slight tremble made him swell and throb and when Charles' mouth began to move tentatively against his he couldn't prevent a deep gravelly moan from rising in his throat.

The boy pulled away, but the loss of contact was brief. Erik grabbed for him, tugging him by the waistband of his low slung jeans and working open the zipper.

"W… what are you doing?" Charles asked fearfully, his voice shaky.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Erik answered, sliding his hand inside the boys pants and roughly grasping his cock. Charles gasped loudly and tried to wriggle away but Erik's grip was firm.

"I… I thought… I was supposed to be a… a virgin when he…"

"You will be. I'm not going to fuck you. Not today."

"Then what…"

What indeed? What exactly was he going to do? He wasn't going to fuck the boy, as much as he wanted to. Shaw had paid for that privilege and as much as Erik hated it, he wouldn't back out of the deal because this was his business and his integrity was important, but he would be damned if he was going to let that bastard Shaw have every one of Charles' firsts. He was paying for a virgin mouth, a virgin ass, lips that had never tasted cum and hands that had never touched a cock other than his own, that was it. Even Shaw wouldn't expect his virgin never to have masturbated before, he wouldn't expect the boy's cock to be as untouched as the rest of him. Erik could work with that. He could have one first from Charles that Shaw wouldn't even have considered.

Erik looked deep into his eyes, holding his gaze as he slowly began to stroke the flesh that was now coming to life in his hand.

"I'm going to make you cum Charles."