A/N: As previously stated, in the event that this fic is deleted from here, it can also be found over at yourfanfiction . com (no spaces, same author name - bloodsoakedleather) so you can continue to read it there if you want to.


Help me Erik. Please.

Charles hadn't spoken the words, hadn't spoken any words at all in fact as Shaw had dragged him away, but his eyes had said it all. Those beautiful blue eyes told him everything. Charles was terrified of Sebastian Shaw and Erik could only imagine why. Not that there weren't a billion and one reasons for a person, any person, to be scared of Shaw but whatever Charles was afraid of, it was different, it was personal. Erik could just sense it, like in that split second they'd exchanged more than a look, like Charles had given him a glimpse of his soul, just a glimpse, enough to know that something was very wrong, but not enough to see what that something was.

He was wired, his brain refused to shut off and he lay on his bed on top of the covers staring blankly up at the ceiling, fists clenching and unclenching at his sides, unable to sleep despite being awake for what seemed like weeks, all because of that look. That fucking look that made Erik feel as if someone had torn a huge fucking hole in his stomach, reached inside, grabbed his guts and twisted and squeezed until they were nothing but pulp then yanked them so far up into his throat that he thought he might actually vomit them up, before dropping them again.

He didn't even want to consider what Shaw might actually be doing to Charles right now, or what he might have done to him in the past to put that look in his eyes.

He had to get Charles out of this mansion and as far away from Shaw as possible, and he had to do it soon. But as much as he wanted to, he couldn't just march on up to their bedroom, drag Charles out of bed and run away with him into the night. No, he still had his job to do, he still had to find a way to take down Sebastian Shaw and his entire operation, if he didn't, Charles would never really be free, no matter how far they ran, and he knew it. He needed a plan. He needed hard evidence. He needed... he needed… Fuck! He needed to stop thinking about Charles. Thinking about Charles made it hard to think about anything else and he needed to be able to think, he needed his head clear but dammit, right now Charles Xavier was all he could think about.

Shit!

With a low groan and several mumbled curses, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed and sat up. He rubbed his hands roughly across his face, ran his fingers through his hair and sighed heavilly. He should probably call Moira. He had nothing for her yet, not anything useful at any rate. They couldn't exactly go to court armed with his gut feeling and nothing else, but she'd be waiting for him to check in and he wasn't sure when he'd next get the chance, besides, maybe her no nonsense attitude would help him get his mind off of Charles.

Once again he scrubbed his hand across his face and reached for his shoes.


His feet barely touched the floor as Sebastian dragged him along the corridor. Charles could tell by the length and weight of the other man's stride that he was furious. He'd known he would be, just as he'd known that Sebastian would make him sorry but the fact that he was prepared for it, that he accepted Sebastian's anger, didn't mean he was any less scared.

"I'm sorry Sebastian, I'm sorry." He sobbed. The other man said nothing, just tightened his grip around Charles' wrist, squeezing hard, almost cutting off the circulation and making Charles wince and instinctively try to pull away. "Please Sebastian, you're hurting me."

Sebastian turned then and glared at him, his eyes dark with rage, his mouth curved into a cruel sneer.

"This?" He hissed, yanking Charles' wrist and tightening his grip further still. Charles bit his lip to keep from crying out. "This is nothing. It's going to get much worse."

The grip Sebastian had on Charles' wrist didn't ease even as he opened the bedroom door and shoved him inside.

"Sebastian…" Charles whispered another plea, but Sebastian wouldn't hear it and Charles found both his voice and his breath stolen when he was slammed roughly against the wall, his lips captured in a harsh, possessive kiss. The other man's lips attacked his, his tongue forcing his open and probing obscenely at the insides of his mouth. Charles whimpered softly, more from surprise than pleasure. Sebastian deepened the kiss and pushed Charles harder against the wall, his taller, broader frame keeping the smaller man pinned and helpless.

"I wanted you last night Charles." He murmured, tearing himself away from the kiss and nipping sharply with his teeth at Charles' jaw and throat. "You know how I get before I have to go away, even if it's just for one night."

Charles knew only too well how Sebastian got. He got romantic and playful, he teased and tormented and took his time, drawing out every single touch until Charles was moaning and writhing and begging with tears in his eyes, not because he wanted, not because he was aroused and needy but because he was sick and ashamed and if it didn't end soon, if he had to keep pretending for even one more second he was afraid he might actually die.

"Yes, I know." He said quietly. "But I was having one of my migraines and…"

"Migraine huh." Sebastian interrupted, staring intently at Charles.

Charles nodded.

"I could hardly lift my head it hurt so much." He lied, knowing full well that Sebastian could see right through him, but he'd started the lie, he couldn't backtrack now, he couldn't admit that he lied, it would only make the man even angrier and he couldn't risk that… he just couldn't.

Sebastian stared at him for a few moments longer then he bellowed furiously..

"DON'T GIVE ME THAT FUCKING BULLSHIT!"

Without warning he swung his fist, striking Charles hard across the cheek with the back of his hand, his knuckles opening up a small cut on his cheekbone. At the same time, Charles' head snapped back, hitting the wall with a thud. He yelped in pain, blinking back tears and flinching when he saw Sebastian's fist coming at him again. He turned his head but not quick enough, this time the blow landed on his jaw causing his teeth to clash together and catch his bottom lip, tearing it open.

Cowering in fear, unable to escape with Sebastian in front of him and the wall behind him, Charles couldn't keep the tears from rolling down his face.

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry." He whispered over and over.

"Sorry for what?" Sebastian snarled. "For lying to me?"

No no no. Sebastian was testing him but he wasn't going to admit he'd lied.

"No, I…"

"You're not sorry for lying?"

Dammit! That wasn't what he'd meant, Sebastian had tricked him. Another blow opened up the cut on his cheek a little more and blood slowly oozed to the surface before trickling down over the tender, abused flesh. Almost instantly the hand withdrew but instead of another hit, as he'd been expecting, Sebastian's hand wrapped itself around his throat and squeezed.

Charles couldn't breathe, he could feel his airways slowly closing up and he began to panic, squirming and pushing against Sebastian's chest.

It wasn't until Charles was sure he was about to pass out that Sebastian finally released his grip. Charles slid down the wall, gasping desperately for air and holding his throat.

"Why Charles?" Sebastian turned his back and walked towards the bed. "Why do you still defy me? Why do you insist on doing things you know will make me angry? First you lie to me, then you refuse me, you humiliate me in front of my sister and my men. You know I'm going to make you pay for that don't you?"

"Sebastian I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you angry, I just wasn't thinking. I'm sorry"

"I'm sorry too Charles, because now I'm going to have to hurt you. The question is… how?"

Charles closed his eyes and waited obediently for the beating he hoped would come because if it didn't there was only one other thing that would hurt him and Sebastian wouldn't hesitate to use it. When the beating didn't come, a feeling of dread settled in the pit of his stomach. He opened his eyes slowly, looked over to where Sebastian was sitting on the edge of the bed and he knew, he just knew.

"Tomorrow…" Sebastian began.

"No." Charles cried, shaking his head. "No, please. Don't do this. I'm begging. Please Sebastian, you know what this means to me, you can't. You can't."

"I can. And I will."

"NO!" He wailed, more desperate than before. Crawling on his hands and knees across the room he settled himself at Sebastian's feet and looked up at him with tear filled eyes. "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. I won't do it again, I'll be good I promise. I'll do anything you want, I'll make it up to you but please please please don't do this to me."

Without waiting for a response, Charles stretched up as far as he could, wrapped his arm around Sebastian's neck and pulled him into a passionate, desperation fuelled kiss, moaning exaggeratedly the way he knew Sebastian liked. Sebastian responded the way Charles had hoped he would, kissing back with a brutal ferocity that sent a shiver of revulsion right through the younger man's body. Charles never broke from the kiss, even as his hands fumbled at the fly of Sebastian's pants, even as he reached inside and curled his fingers around the hard, throbbing length that he found there, even as he tugged it free of its cloth prison and started to stroke.

Sebastian moaned, long and low against Charles' lips, and jerked his hips forward, thrusting his cock into Charles' hand, accepting his attentions, allowing him to make his apology.

"Please." Charles begged again, pulling back at last and looking deep into Sebastian's eyes. "Please." He whispered one more time before lowering his head and gently sucking the head of the other man's cock into his mouth.

Sebastian groaned in pleasure, cupping the back of Charles' head and pushing him down until he felt the muscles in Charles' throat contracting around him.

"I'll think about it."


A/N: Sorry folks, you'll have to wait a bit longer to find out why tomorrow/Sunday is so important.


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