Thanks to LaPepita and SterlingIcDragon, your reviews made me want to write a new chapter! *hugs*
This chapter ended up being far darker than I intended, but necessary for it to continue… Poor Erik I'm sorry!
Erik POV
After Emma left he could feel the thin strap of leather against his thigh. He grimaced at the thought, but then as always, those baby blue eyes of that telepath came to mind. He slowly reached for the fabric and angrily crushed it in his palm.
Emma was gone from sight. Once he was left in silence he allowed himself to worry.
Erik looked down at his hands which were shaking violently; he then placed them flat on the floor. An imminent cloud of fear welled in his gut. A familiar sound jarred him awake.
"What have you got there?" Shaw asked, while leaning down as if Erik were a child he had to talk calmly to.
"It's nothing…" Erik kicked it to the wall opposite of him. Shaw's eyes widened once saw what Erik had rejected.
"It will make it more pleasurable for you Erik." Shaw stated as a matter of fact.
Erik's nostrils flared and he turned his head away.
"Oh you still have some fight in you?" Shaw clapped, "I was worried I took too much to do this."
Before Erik could say anything Shaw's lips were crushing against his.
He stiffened against Shaw and tried to pull away, but his creator was persistent.
Erik bit him…
Curses echoed off the wall and then Erik could feel something warm going down his arm, then a second later he felt a surge of pain.
Erik cursed now, clutching his arm against his stomach and he tucked his legs against his chest. Shaw surprisingly stopped the cutting for a minute.
Erik watched…
Shaw stood up and started unbuttoning his shirt.
"This is the closest I can get, besides having you unconscious, but that wouldn't be any fun would it?" He smiled. Shaw's hands went straight to work and he gripped Erik firmly between the legs. The other man growled at him, knowing it was useless. He closed his eyes as the assault went on. A firm hand slammed against his inner thigh as Shaw beckoned them to open, forcing a leg between Erik's. He sucked in a sob as his past came rushing back to haunt him and now it was happening all over again, he couldn't bear it. Shaw was insistent and his hands left bruises wherever the touched.
Erik cringed as he felt himself stiffen against his mind.
Fuck!
He covered his face and tried to hide the flood of tears that were streaming down his cheeks. He waited for the slap, and it came with brute force. He had no energy left to fight; Shaw had pulled it from him with each hit.
Erik stifled a cry once Shaw's hands opened him. This wasn't anything like it was with Charles…
He felt Shaw press the blunt head of his hardness against his entrance.
No… no this can't happen again I… I…
Shaw pushed in with one quick thrust. The pain blinded Erik's vision and he couldn't even find the strength to scream. His hands fell at his sides as Shaw quickened his pace, enjoying every moment of Erik's pain. He felt tearing, he knew he wouldn't be able to walk after this.
Erik did his best not to stare at him, but Shaw grasped his chin in his hands and forced him. He'd seen the tears that fell against Erik's chest. Shaw grabbed Erik in his hands again and pumped his fist quickly matching his own pace. Shaw hit something in him, Erik remembered the pleasure he felt once he was young, but it was too difficult now. Shaw slammed down on the spot, causing Erik to gasp.
He bit so hard on his own lip that blood stained his teeth.
He was trying not to make it feel good. He didn't want to give Shaw that feeling of satisfaction.
Shaw pushed in and quickly out, his thrusts became erratic, Erik could tell he was close. He closed his eyes and waited for him to finish…
He stopped…
Erik's eyes opened and Shaw was panting on top of him, chest heaving.
"I thought you would enjoy this more Erik." Shaw caressed his hair and pulled Erik's hips so he was right beneath him and for once Erik didn't fight back.
Shaw then hit that spot in Erik that made him buck his hips with Shaw's. The older man took great pleasure in this. Erik wanted it, and that was as close as he knew he would get him to want it.
Erik jerked beneath him, trying to fight the tremors that racked his body.
Shaw watched his face…
His eyebrows were arched up and his teeth were clenched as he fought what Shaw was giving him.
Shaw smiled; it wouldn't take much more for Erik to go over the edge. He was unbelievably tight, almost exactly how Shaw remembered, but this was a new kind of high.
Erik startled mumbling incoherent words as pre slid down his stomach. His fists were clenching and then his nails dug into Shaw's back, causing him to gasp. He started pounding into Erik.
Each hit brought a wave of pain and pleasure, a mesmerizing concoction. Erik's head hit the wall and he growled as he came, covering Shaw's stomach with his unwanted desire.
Shaw slammed into him a final few thrusts and he quickly reached his own climax. Erik panted and watched him pull away and clean himself with his red silk scarf.
Erik felt tremors run down his arms as his body shook and he slowly pulled his legs close to his body, clinking the heavy chains with his movement.
The last of his humanity started to waver. There wasn't much else that he wanted to stay awake for so his vision faded and his eyelids grew heavy.
Shaw kept him awake with another bruising kiss.
"I knew you would enjoy it." Shaw smiled and pushed Erik's bangs from his sweaty forehead.
"We'll try this again until you learn to cooperate." He smacked him on the cheek and grabbed his chin harshly.
Erik nodded.
Shaw left and Erik was at peace for whatever time he was alone. His energy was drained, by nightfall no food was given to him. He felt weak and fighting was useless and he couldn't think of anything to do. He looked at the warped wall across from him, taking in its features.
The cold bit at him and he felt a warm liquid between his legs, he didn't need to guess what it was, yet the thought of it sickened him.
Charles…
It was the only light in his quickly darkening world. He would've killed himself long before this if it weren't for Charles, but he couldn't even fathom doing any further damage to the man he loved.
Thoughts of Charles flooded his mind and he clutched the metal wall with a fist. Shaw's face interrupted the tiny happiness Charles brought to his mind. He heaved a sob, suddenly feeling ill. He ran to the corner and emptied the contents of his stomach.
As soon as he realized he was standing, his legs faltered and he stumbled back down to his hands and knees.
Erik closed his eyes and leaned heavily against the metal wall and passed out. Shaw was back by morning and much to Erik's disappointment, without any food.
What was he trying to do, starve him? Erik's thoughts quickly went mad.
"Your power is beautiful Erik… but I'm afraid it won't do." Shaw smiled wickedly.
Erik didn't want to look, but he knew it was pointless. He turned slightly, seeing Azazel behind Shaw. As soon as Erik saw the gas can he shrank back against the wall, trying to somehow meld with it. He called on his power and the wall grabbed out for him. The cold steel caressed his arm and he grabbed at it with both hands, trying to escape inside the wall.
"Oh no… Erik don't do that, it will only trap you further." Shaw grinned as he pulled the top of the can off.
Erik flinched as the vapor from the can rolled over to him. He looked up at Shaw with pleading eyes, but was met with nothing but the other side of the wall.
They left him to die…
He could've lived with the fact that Charles was paralyzed, but now he realized he'd done the worst thing far beyond that.
He walked to his own death chamber.
He didn't even try to fight the cloud of death that took many ancestors during his youth.
Is this what they felt once they were in the chambers?
Erik shuddered as his vision faded and slowly his lungs burned until he couldn't breathe.
He reached blindly for the wall, twisting the metal beneath his curled fingers, calling on the last of his strength.
"Charles… I'm sorry Charles." Was the last thing Erik said before giving in to the darkness.
Emma POV
She had no idea what Shaw had done, but if she did she could've stopped it. She could only get a trickle of information and all Erik had been projecting for the last five hours was Charles.
Once Shaw and Azazel came through she asked him what he had done.
"An experiment, that's all." Shaw smiled while he wore the helmet that she couldn't break past.
By the look on Azazel's face she could tell what Shaw had done was devastating the other mutant.
They both waited until Shaw left to talk.
"I don't know what he just did… but it looked like gas to me." Azazel's tail twitched with nervousness.
"Did he just kill him?" Emma's eyes widened.
"I don't know… I have no idea what was in that can." The red demon finished.
Emma had to find a way to stop the madness.
Charles POV
After returning from work and not finding Erik, he tried not to panic. He wanted to jump out the window and race to where he was.
It was day two and no Erik…
"He wouldn't just off and leave like that Raven!" Charles was manic.
"I don't know he didn't tell me anything!" Raven argued. She was frustrated with him, he wasn't even thinking clearly and he projected his worry on the entire family.
Hank was the only one that managed to keep him relatively calm, but not the reason he thought. Charles was petting his blue fur until nightfall. It worried the entire team.
Alex actually made breakfast that morning, but Charles just stared at his full plate.
"There's a club not far from here that holds meetings for telepaths." Raven said over breakfast.
Charles said nothing as he lifted the fork slowly to his mouth.
"Good you'll need your strength, and maybe even get help there." She added.
Help find Erik?
Charles suddenly shoved the bland breakfast in his mouth and finished in seconds. He tossed his cardigan over his shoulders and crashed his wheelchair through the front door.
"Did I make a mistake?" Raven asked aloud to the wide-eyed other remaining people at the table.
Charles' arms quickly strained with the effort and he flew past honking cars. He wasn't far from the building, it was next door.
He banged into the door and suddenly felt self-conscience. A taller man opened the door for him. Charles looked up and met a pair of striking wintergreen eyes that made him gasp slightly. They made it to the tables and Charles saw Emma and a few others, but he didn't recognize any of them. He eyed this new man he'd met at the door.
He had black shoulder length hair and a prominent nose, elegant in a way.
"I'm Charles…" He gulped, he felt power in this man.
"Loki…" He said with a smile.
Surprise! I wanted to introduce more marvel characters, what better way that a telepath club? :) Reviews are appreciated!
