WARNING.

Don't kill me for this.

Anyway, enjoy

Chapter X: Ownership

The light of a setting sun was pouring in through open windows when he managed to open his tired eyes. Sleep was weighing heavily on his mind, calling softly to him, begging it to let it take him. He wanted so badly to comply, to give it, to let sleep wash over him and not let him go until he was well rested. His blue eyes rolled back in his skull as his eyelids slipped shut again and his head lulled back.

As Shaw looked down at the exhausted man in his arms a smirk slowly began to pull at the corners of his lips. He had Charles, he won the battle and soon, with Charles by his side, he'd win the war. He would have Charles order the humans to turn their fight away from the mutants and back onto each other. With Charles all his plans would begin to unfold nicely. The fact Charles was with him now told him that the telepath was close to breaking completely even though he now knew that Erik and his little friends were still alive.

He looked up at Azazel from where he knelt on the floor with the telepath. "You're dismissed for now." Azazel quickly vanished. Standing, Shaw carried the semi-unconscious Charles to a bed and set him down, making sure the exhausted man stayed sitting up. Charles' protests only came out in pathetic groans as he swayed where he sat. Moving away from him Shaw closed the curtains so the room was left in darkness.

The telepath just wanted to sleep! He wanted to curl up in the soft bed wrapped in warm covers and sleep. He wanted to sleep away the pain in his body as well as the pounding headache he had. Somehow he managed to stay sitting upright on the bed like he'd been told to do even as he drifted between dream-state and reality. Each time he opened his heavy eyes he wasn't sure if what he saw in front of him was a product of his tired mind or actually there.

A large hand rested on his shoulder and he was slowly pressed back against the bed. Charles smiled, sleep was almost there; his whole body was practically melting into the soft mattress. Everything was just about to shut down completely when lips were pressed to the side of his neck, the sensitive spot just below his left ear. His lips parted and his breathing deepened as the lips began to trail harsh kisses and bites down his neck.

"D-don't…"

Charles was too perfect like this; the sever need for sleep acting as a drug, making him defenseless and completely open to violation. Teeth sank into the crook of his neck and he gasped, arching off the bed at the pleasurable pain that spread through his body. Arousing heat slowly began pooling in his lower abdomen and he whimpered, shifting his hips uncomfortably. His hands pushed at Shaw trying to get him away; it was a laughable attempt at stopping the man whose lips made their way back up to the telepath's ear.

"You're going to be begging for me before we're done, Charlie." Shaw grinned against Charles' ear, causing the telepath to shiver and bite back a quiet moan. This was the perfect opportunity to make the telepath completely his. Their kiss had already proven that he was giving in but since the truth about Erik was out what really broke Charles would have to be much bigger than a kiss. Forcing Charles do this would be a much nicer way to completely break him. If needed Shaw would happily go back to using the energy surges and watching the telepath scream if this didn't work.

Charles drowsily shook his head as he murmured a stream of no's and pleases. Shaw grabbed the telepath's jaw to stop him from shaking his head and claimed his lips, cutting off the constant stream of babble. Charles' mind snapped back to the list he had formed the first time Shaw forced a kiss on him but this time he actually picked an action and did it. His teeth sank into Shaw's lower lip until he tasted the bitter, metallic flavor of the man's blood.

Shaw growled and pulled back from the kiss to wipe the blood off his lip. He stared at the red liquid on his hand then down at the telepath who was weakly glaring up at him with those endless, sparkling, blue pools. Shaw's anger rose until he, for the third time, backhanded Charles, but this time he also sent an energy surge through the sharp contact. Charles cried out and covered his cheek with both hands as tears began to form in his eyes.

He was so tired, he just wanted to sleep so, so badly but the pain that spread through him was a harsh wakeup call, erasing any chance of sleeping soon. Charles shut his eyes again and the tears that had built up slipped free.

Shaw grinned and licked the remaining blood off his lip as he stared down at the whimpering telepath. "Are you going to do that again?" Charles sniffled and shook his head, still covering his burning cheek. "Are you going to behave?" Charles opened his eyes slowly and stared up at him helplessly which only made him grin more. "Well?" Charles hesitated a moment longer before he nodded.

Shaw suddenly moved from his position over top of Charles. "Take your clothes off." Charles' eyes widened and he looked over at Shaw as he shook his head. He hated the feeling of Shaw's lustful gaze on him when he was naked; even though he tried his hardest to ignore the stares Charles could feel the man's eyes all over him. He hated the feeling of being so exposed, of being unprotected by the security of his clothes. Why couldn't he just be left alone so he could sleep?

"Charlie, you made me break my promise to you already. Are you going to make me do it again?"

Shaw watched as Charles slowly sat up and looked at him with pleading eyes, silently begging him not to make him do this. Shaw just gave him an amused smirk. Charles swallowed hard and moved closer to where Shaw sat so he could lean against the man's broad chest. "Please don't make me…" He begged letting his eyes slip shut again as he pressed himself closer, breathing softly against Shaw's neck.

"You're just stalling." Shaw commented as he shoved Charles off of him. The telepath bowed his head and stood. "Strip." He shivered at the harsh order but slowly complied by pulling his large pullover off and dropping it on the side of the bed, his undershirt and pants soon followed.

Shaw hungrily eyed the gorgeous sight before him. Deep blue eyes that glistened with more tears that wouldn't fall, plump red lips trapped between pearly white teeth, soft, bruised, alabaster skin covering a thin boyish frame, perfect pink nipples hardened from the slight chill in the room, brown curls tousled, sticking out in different directions, it was all so beautiful. "I don't want to do this, Shaw." Charles whispered in his tired, accented voice. The scared look he was giving Shaw only made arousing heat pool in the older man's groin, adding to the erection that was already straining against his trousers.

"Come here." Shaw beckoned and Charles obeyed, hoping that the man was going to give him a pass and let him sleep. Shaw grabbed a handful of his hair and forced him to his knees in front of him. The telepath stared up at the man sitting on the bed with wide eyes as he was forced closer to his groin.

"Charlie, since you're the one doing this to me I think it only fitting that you take care of it." Charles' wide eyes moved to rest on the large bulge concealed by Shaw's pants. "No, I-I don't-" Shaw forced him closer so that his mouth and nose were pressed to the fabric separating him from his task. "Come on Charlie, stop stalling." He smiled kindly down at the telepath from under the shadow of the helmet.

Charles whimpered, he knew there was no way out of this.

He was allowed a little bit of distance as Shaw freed himself from the confines of his pants but the man's hand never left his silk curls. Once freed Shaw forced the telepath's head closer until his lips brushed the hot tip of his erection. Charles whimpered and closed his eyes tight before opening them again. Hesitantly his tongue darted out and slowly licked along the slit. Never having done this before each move he made was slow and uncertain.

When Shaw groaned Charles took it as a sign that what he was doing was right and he ran his tongue up the tick vein on the underside of Shaw's cock. Shaw was in heaven when Charles finally took the whole head into his mouth and began to suck greedily on it. He couldn't help but smirk as he watched Charles start to enjoy his task.

But it wasn't long before Shaw quickly grew impatient with Charles' slow movements and pressed his head down as he bucked his hips up, pushing himself farther into the telepath's hot, wet mouth. Charles closed his eyes tight, as his gag reflex kicked in and throat constricted until he was choking on the large cock being shoved down his throat. "Open your eyes." Shaw ordered, gasping between each word as he began to grind himself against the back of Charles' throat.

Digging his nails into the man's thighs Charles slowly managed to open his eyes. With those deep crystal pools staring up at him pleadingly and those ruby red lips locked around his cock while Charles' choking caused the most amazing sensations were almost too much for him. Shaw just about came the moment they made eye contact. Taking a deep breath he pulled Charles' amazing mouth off of him.

Charles stared up at Shaw; his lips parted as he tried to regulate his breathing again and stop gagging. His lips glistened with saliva as he licked them and his eyes sparkled with unshed tears. Charles was so beautiful on his knees.

Shaw pulled him up by the hair, grinning at the grimace and quiet groan he earned. He forced Charles into a bruising kiss before throwing him on the bed. The telepath groaned and crawled onto the mattress. He was praying Shaw was done with him, hoping that he'd be left alone now so that he could sleep, that is until a hand slid up his thigh wiping those hopes away.

When his boxers were pulled down Charles panicked and quickly crawled to the other side of the bed. Shaw growled and grabbed his ankle, dragging him back. "No!" Charles shrieked and tried to kick Shaw away from him as many times as he could before the man caught his other ankle and pulled him close so he could grab the back of his neck and pin him face down to the bed.

"Be good and stay down."

"No!" Charles tried desperately to kick the man behind him but at this position that was near impossible. The man was between his legs and since he was behind him it was harder to fight back effectively. Shaw's free hand grabbed the telepath's hips and lifted him into a better position. With his ass in the air Charles was in the perfect position for what was about to happen. Shaw easily positioned himself at the tight ring of muscle causing Charles to gasp and struggle more frantically.

"No… Sebastian."

"What did you just call me?" Shaw stared in shock down at the struggling telepath who froze and smiles faintly as soon as he realized what he said might have made Shaw decide to stop this.

"S-Sebastian...?"

"Say it again."

"Sebasti… AH!" Charles cut off into a scream as Shaw thrust his full length into him without so much as a warning. White-hot pain shot through Charles and more tears formed at the corners of his eyes. It felt like he was being split in two.

Shaw sighed blissfully at the sound of Charles' pain and the tight heat squeezing and twitching around him. "You're so tight, Charlie. So perfect." He complemented, patting Charles' hip as he let go of his neck and took a firm hold with both hands on his hips. He pulled almost all the way out of that perfect heat, earning a whimper from the sobbing man below him and he earned a scream when he thrust all the way back in, burying his entire length into him again.

Charles withered in pain as Shaw thrust in and out of him. He had thought this was supposed to be a pleasurable experience; there was no pleasure in this only a blinding pain. It hurt almost as much, if not more than the energy surges. Already it left him a mess of screams, whimpers and sobs and it was only just beginning.

"God, Charlie, your body just keeps pulling me back in."

"Ah! …Pl-please… be g-gent-AH!"

Shaw grinned and thrust mercilessly into that amazingly tight, virgin heat. He'd learned from Emma's prying that Charles had only ever experimented with men in college. He'd never gone passed drunken kissing or light petting. Girls where a different story but they didn't matter, what mattered was that Shaw was Charles' first man. The thought alone turned him on even more.

Another harsh thrust and Charles screamed, digging his fingers into the sheets. The telepath's delicate inner walls tore allowing blood to leak from the wound. Shaw laughed upon seeing this as he pulled out once more.

"Please! Sh… Ah! Sto-Oh!"

Shaw shifted the direction of his thrusts using the blood as lubricate. Grunting, he pulled Charles' hips back as he thrust into him, shoving himself in deeper than before and that was when he found it, the spot deep inside of Charles that would leave him a moaning, begging mess.

When Shaw hit his prostate Charles's body spasmed, his head thrown back as he cried out. This time it wasn't pain that spread throughout his body, it was in pleasure, near ecstasy.

It wasn't long after Shaw started the assault on his prostate that the telepath was moaning and begging for whatever Shaw would give him. The older man grunted in approval and dug his nails into Charles' slender hips, trying to keep from being overwhelmed by the amazing feeling surrounding him and the noises Charles was making.

"H-hard- Ah! –er… Harder!" Charles moaned as pleasure flooded his senses, completely taking him over.

Shaw couldn't help but smirk at Charles' change of attitude toward the situation; he stopped moving his hips and listened to the pleading noises coming from the telepath. "Mn… Please." Charles whimpered, clawing at the sheets.

"Please what Charlie?"

Charles began moving his own hips, desperately trying to ride Shaw's hard length. "Ple- move…" He begged as he reached down between his legs and began to stroke his own painfully hard cock in time with his grinding causing him to moan louder. He was so close, he just needed Shaw to keep moving. The older mutant could feel Charles tighten around him and he knew that he was close to the edge. His whole being was begging Shaw to take him, to move, to hit that sweet spot and send him over the edge.

Shaw easily gave into the request and began thrusting into Charles again with renewed vigor, angling himself until he found that one spot again and Charles was completely reduced to a mess of incoherent moans and pleas. "F-ah! Nn… Faster! Mn... More! Ah~!" He screamed as Shaw abused him in the most delicious way.

Between Shaw's assault and stroking himself it wasn't long before Charles screamed Shaw's name and his seed spilled into his hand and the sheets below as he hit his orgasm. The older man continued thrusting into him as his muscles tightened wonderfully around him. Shaw came not too long after Charles, burying himself deep inside of the younger man. Charles gasped and moaned feeling the other's hot seed fill his tight hole until it leaked from his entrance.

"I own you now, Charlie."

Sleep quickly washed over Charles as soon as he came down from his high and he willingly gave into it, slipping deep into unconsciousness. Shaw, on the other hand, managed to stay alert and didn't pull out of the telepath until he was completely soft again. When he finally pulled out he looked down at the unconscious Charles and grinned.

As he moved off the bed and fixed himself he didn't take his eyes off the pale form on the bed. He was the very definition of beautiful. The bruises contrasted with pale skin that glistened with sweat, his dark curls messy and sticking to his forehead, a mixture of blood and semen leaking from his abused entrance, it was all too much. Shaw had to tear his eyes away before he became aroused again.

He turned and left the room to go to his own and properly wash up for bed. Tomorrow they would change the human's minds; tomorrow they would start World War III.