Author's Note: Just one more chapter to go!
Warnings - Dub-con, Rough Sex, Infidelity, References to Violence, Bondage, Exhibitionism, Implied Underage, Voyeurism, Verbal Humiliation
Charles is pinned beneath him on the bed, his limbs loose and hair mussed from a blissful, shared release. He's beautiful and wild and mysterious and brilliant and Erik knows he'll never willingly let him go. With his cock still embedded inside the other man he pushes forward ever so slightly, causing Charles to arch his back and moan.
Erik cradles his face and kisses him softly. "Leave him."
Charles' eyes fly open and he stares up at Erik with a horrified expression. "Stop."
"I love you," he presses kisses along Charles' neck and shoulders, returning to his lips for a lingering kiss. "Tell me you love me too."
He gets a hard shove instead, Charles scrambling to free himself from Erik's arms. "Oh god. Shut up!"
He watches, bewildered and hurt as Charles hops off the bed and starts to pull on his robe. "What..."
"Erik...you really shouldn't have said those things."
They both turn at the same time, a faint knocking sound drawing their eyes as the floor length mirror swings open. Sebastian Shaw is standing in the darkened doorway where the mirror used to be, smiling at them both from a hidden hallway that connects this bedroom to the one next door.
"Hello Charles. Erik." He swings the 'door' closed behind him as he enters, but not before Erik sees that it's actually a two way mirror with a clear view into Charles' room. Shaw walks over to where Charles is standing at the foot of the bed and tugs the robe off, running his hands possessively down his back and resting on the curve of his ass. "Leave it off pet. You know how much I love seeing you like this, so filthy and debauched."
"You've been watching me fuck him this whole time." The blood burns like ice in his veins; the thought of Shaw plotting, using Charles to mess with Erik and laughing at him behind his back.
He watches Shaw pull Charles up against him, mouth prying his lips open in a hungry kiss that the younger man reciprocates with a soft moan. A hand glides to the cleft between Charles' cheeks and Shaw slips three fingers inside, watching for Erik's reaction as Charles thrusts his hips forward wantonly.
"Yes Max, I have. You've given me quite the show." And he laughs uproariously at the stunned look on Erik's face. "Oh yes. Little Max Eisenhardt. We've known all along who you were, haven't we Charles?"
There's no answer from the other man; his face expressionless as a statue. It remains unchanged even as Shaw pulls a gun from his pocket and points it at Erik.
"Charles. Be a good boy and cuff him please?"
Erik does his best to remain calm, thinking of his options – distract Shaw by talking? Try and knock the gun away? He's got to find a way to get out of this without hurting Charles or getting them both shot...
The younger man leads him by the hand to sit on the bed, cuffing him to the bedpost without a word and Erik despairs and seethes over his own stupidity, for allowing himself to be distracted from the only goal he's had since he was 14 years old.
Charles returns to Shaw's side and the man throws an arm around his waist, whispering in his ear. "Do you want to give him a show pet? Do you want me to fuck you in front of him? Return the favor for all the times I've enjoyed watching him take you apart?"
"Shut up," Erik clenches his teeth and spits the words at Shaw. "I'm not playing your sick games. Just shoot me and get it over with and leave Charles out of this."
And that gets Charles to finally look him in the eye again, though his face is still unreadable. Shaw laughs again and pulls Charles down next to him at the foot of the bed.
"You've disappointed me Max," Shaw pats his hand on the rumpled sheets. "I expected a much better revenge plan from you for your parents' deaths. You got yourself a place in the organization and close enough to kill me and what happens? You let your feelings get in the way. What would your father say?"
"You murdered my father you bastard!" He lunges forward without thinking, the cuffs holding him back from tearing Shaw apart with his hands. "He was your partner and you betrayed him and then you killed my mother!"
Shaw sighs, shaking his head as he runs his fingers through Charles' hair. "You know what your problem is Max? You're just like your father; disloyal and greedy."
"You...you killed him, how dare you..."
"Disloyal. I taught Jakob Eisenhardt everything he knew about the business. Did he tell you that Max? I got him in on that last big heist because he wanted to 'retire'; take you and your precious mother home to Germany." Shaw walks over to the desk and sets his gun down before turning to look at him, the mask of geniality finally falling from his face. "And greedy. I helped him, Max and your rat of a father tried to shoot me in the back and take my share too and run."
Erik doesn't – won't believe Shaw's lies. "My father wouldn't do that! And you murdered my mother...she never did anything to you!"
"Poor deluded boy," he walks over to the small bar and pours himself a drink. "Who do you think gave him the idea?"
He's not going to listen to Shaw because Shaw is smart and ruthless and good at playing mind games. And it doesn't matter how it happened – whether there's even an inkling of truth to his claims – because Erik's parents were taken from him and he's never going to let that go.
Shaw takes a sip of his scotch and then hands the glass to Charles who takes a long drink. "And you, 'Erik Lensherr'. We had such high hopes for you, my boy. You saved Charles' life and I reward you with a job and let you fuck him as much as you want and was that enough? No. No, you want more...greedy."
"He's not a toy for your amusement Shaw," he spits before turning his attention to Charles. "I love you. Charles, I love you. Say something please."
Shaw's eyes harden at Erik's declarations but his tone is still honey sweet. "Did you hear that Charles? Little Max loves you. Isn't that just perfect?"
Charles sighs and peers at Erik through his long lashes, sounding tired and resigned. "You shouldn't love me, Erik. I'm no good for you."
"What now, pet?" Shaw leans down and presses his lips to Charles', tilting his chin up to deepen the kiss. "What do you suggest we do with Mr. Lensherr?"
Charles doesn't answer, pulling away from Shaw and crossing the room to the desk, still naked and trailing some of Erik's release down his thighs. He picks up the gun and turns towards them. "I'm afraid we don't really have a choice."
Erik's chest tightens painfully and it takes everything in him not to show any emotion in front of Sebastian Shaw. "You don't have to do this Charles. I can help you get out of here. Just shoot him and I swear I'll get you and Raven away from Hellfire for good."
"Sweet," Shaw wanders over and stands next to Erik, just out of his reach. "You still think Charles is an innocent lamb don't you? Tell him, pet. Who's idea it was to let him catch us fucking in my office."
Something flickers briefly across Charles' face but he doesn't answer and Shaw just continues on, "Did you like watching us for a change Erik? Did you know that Charles likes it rough? That he likes to be treated like a cheap whore in bed? I bet you did, didn't you boy? You like to fuck him when he's all tied up, gagging for it."
"Charles...," he tries to catch his lover's eyes, desperate to get through to him. "Please..."
Charles looks over at Shaw and the man beams at him. "How long has it been since you've shot somebody, Charles? The last one was Drake wasn't it? Nice clean shot in the head."
"Yes," Charles points the gun and his eyes are ice cold. "I'm so sorry, darling."
He fires.
