Sorry everyone the last part of this chapter is a little choppy.
Anyway, enjoy
Chapter XII: Peace will never be an option now
As soon as Charles was conscious, even before opening his eyes, pain flooded his scenes making him whimper. He felt disgusting. Not only was his body sticky with from last night's sweat and other bodily fluids that he didn't want to even think about, he was disgusted at his own behavior. Last night he had ended up giving into his body's urges, willingly turning what was rape into sex.
He slowly opened his eyes and found himself staring at dark maroon curtains that were blocking out most of the sun's light keeping the room in a cooling shadow. He looked around, but only enough so that the only part of his body that had to move was his head. He was afraid if he moved any other part of his body, especially his lower half, he'd be in more pain than he could handle. The room was much like the other one; it was simply decorated to accommodate the many windows which all had the curtains shut tight and three doors, all shut, one an entrance, anther a closet and the other a bathroom.
Now that he spotted the bathroom he realized the soothing sound he had been nearing was running water. Oh how he wished he was under it right now, letting it wash away all the filth from his used and abused body. It wouldn't change the disgusted feeling he had toward himself but it would certainly make it all a bit better. Choking back a pathetic whimper he turned away from the door to stare at the maroon curtains, almost as if he was willing them to open. He knew they wouldn't budge, he wasn't telekinetic after all.
When he heard a door open and he looked back over, inviting steam was now flowing from the bathroom. Charles' longing for the feeling of warm water against his skin amplified but when Shaw appeared in the door way Charles quickly looked away and closed his eyes. He didn't want the man knowing he was awake, maybe if Shaw thought he was asleep surely he would leave him alone.
The heavy footsteps grew closer and closer until they stopped and the side of the bed dipped slightly. Shaw reached out and gentle rubbed his arm in a soothing fashion that just made Charles want to vomit. "Charlie, I know you're awake." His voice sounded heavy, tired almost and that made his fake American accent slip. His light German accent was calming in a way Charles couldn't describe but it made him want to hear more of it.
Slowly, his blue eyes opened and he looked up at Shaw. The man looked terrible, like he hadn't slept a wink all night, his hair wasn't combed back perfectly, his steel eyes had bags under them, his clothes were wrinkled as if he'd just grabbed the first thing out of his closet and not bother to check if it was even clean. Strangely enough Charles thought he'd never looked more handsome than at this moment. Charles blinked and stopped his inspection of the other man. He had seen his hair, the helmet wasn't on. That calming tired feeling he was getting wasn't him, it was being projected by Shaw.
The telepath felt the temptation to enter the man's mind and see what he was going to do but the thought of what happened last time he did crossed his mind and he shuddered, staying away from the other's mind.
Shaw had withdrawn his hand and averted his gaze when Charles looked at him; it was as if he was ashamed to look the telepath in the eye. It had to have been a trick, Shaw was a monster. Charles licked his slightly chapped lips before biting his lower one nervously when he felt real guilt project off the man before him. He knew something about this wasn't right but he couldn't stop himself, he reached up and placed a hand over Shaw's cheek. It hurt to move even just that much but for some reason he needed Shaw to look at him, needed him not to feel guilty for what he did.
Shaw's hand came to rest over Charles' as he gazed down at the abused man on the bed. When they locked eyes it seemed to become too much and he had to close his eyes. "I made you a bath." He said as he moved Charles' hand over his mouth so that he could kiss the palm causing a faint blush to paint itself on the telepath's cheeks.
Shaw let go of his hand and stood as if to leave. Charles felt a panic run through him and he quickly grabbed Shaw's shirt before he got too far. When the older man looked down at him Charles was lost for words, he could just stare almost helplessly at the man. Shaw's blank expression turned to one of guilt and remorse, "Do you need help getting to the bathroom?" Charles nodded, anything to keep Shaw near him.
Shaw rolled up his sleeves a little past his elbows and leaned down. When he picked Charles up the telepath cried out, pain coursed through his whole body, from the unpleasant burn in his lower back to the ribs Azazel had cracked to the headache that now made itself known. He had hoped, prayed he'd slept away most of the pain but it only seemed to amplify overnight. Shaw quickly set him back down but Charles' hold around his neck prevented him from backing off completely. "N-no, I'm okay. Just-just be gentle…"
"Alright." Shaw agreed and picked Charles up again, ignoring the whimpers and other pained noises as he carried him to the steaming bathroom. With some difficulty he shut the bathroom door once he entered and carried Charles to the hot bath.
When the water touched his skin it burned but felt so amazing he couldn't resist the faint moan that escaped him. Every muscle seemed to unwind from the knot it had formed. Just when he was let go and his full weight rested of his bottom the burning in his lower back got worse. "Lie back." Shaw ordered slowly pushing Charles back against the tub.
Shaw got up to leave but Charles quickly grabbed his shirt again, getting it wet this time. "Ah... I'm sorry." He apologized not knowing if he'd get punished for getting a shirt wet or not. Shaw sat on the edge of the tub and gently tangled his fingers into Charles soft curls before drawing him into a surprisingly soft kiss. The telepath pulled away and averted his gaze only to look back a second later with shock on his face. Shaw had let him pull away and withdrew all other contact when he did.
Charles didn't understand what was happening. Why wasn't Shaw being rough with him? Fear began to bubble in his gut as the thought of him having done something to upset the man crossed his mind. He sat up, wincing, and rested his head on Shaw's thigh. "Did I do something wrong?" He asked quietly as he closed his eyes. No answer came but Shaw absently stroked his hair, causing his body to relax even more.
"Please answer me…" Charles whispered as he looked up at the other man who wasn't even looking at him but at the door like he wanted to leave. "Please." Charles begged staring up at Shaw with pleading eyes. Shaw glanced down at the telepath and was awestruck by the beauty he saw. He couldn't resist grabbing the telepath by the hair and pulling him into a bruising kiss.
Charles was hungrily kissing back, pulling Shaw closer. Charles needed this, needed the older man to be rough with him, needed the threat of pain. When Shaw's tongue slid inside of his mouth Charles didn't bother to suppress the needy moan that escaped him or the disappointed groan when Shaw pulled away. "Get cleaned up. You have a lot of work to do today." Charles nodded, happily, as Shaw got up and left.
When Charles came out of the bathroom he was wrapped in a fluffy towel and cleanly shaven. He felt so much better now. The hot water had soothed away a great deal of his pain leaving him with nothing more than a dull aching.
He was about to head to the closet to see if there was any clothes that would fit him until he spotted something already laid out on the bed. Walking over he smiled seeing the beautiful dark gray suit and white button up. He ran his fingers over the soft fabric and smiled even more; this was one of his custom tailored suits from the mansion back in New York. Shaw must have had Azazel go and get it for him.
When he finished dressing he felt amazing and looked it too. He looked himself over in the large bathroom mirror, smiling at his appearance. The only thing that he could possible want was his watch; he'd missed the pleasant weight of the metal against his wrist.
Metal.
Erik.
Charles' gaze fell away from the mirror and his smile faded. What had he done? He'd run away with Shaw when he was already safe in Erik's arms and had willingly given himself completely to the man. As school girl as it sounded Charles had been hoping that Erik would have been his…
Leaning against the door frame he sunk to the floor, pulling his suit jacket tighter around himself. His skin began to crawl and he felt sick with himself. He was pathetic and sick and just disgusting, Erik would never want him now.
Shaw walked into the room and looked around, when he saw Charles on the floor hugging himself he smirked but then quickly replaced it with a look of concern as he rushed over. He pulled the telepath into his arms. "What is it?" His false concern was masked by the false emotions he was making sure to project loud enough for Charles to pick up on, just like he had done earlier. He was surprised at how easy it was to trick Charles; then again he had fear on his side. The telepath wouldn't go into his mind for fear of getting hurt again.
He had to try his hardest to suppress a grin when Charles broke into sobs. "I-I… Erik… He'll…" Shaw did grin at that but managed to look concerned again when the other looked up at him with tear-filled confused eyes. "Charlie, he won't want you back. He'll think you're vile since you spent such an amazing night with me." He could see Charles was fighting back more sobs as he listened, "But Charlie you're beautiful and perfect. It's a shame he won't see that."
Charles knew Shaw was right; Erik would never want him now. He knew he belonged to Shaw but that didn't stop the ache of longing for Erik in his heart. Closing his eyes he let Shaw kiss him and he responded until the kiss got heated it was then he pulled away.
"Come on Charlie we have a meeting with the President."
It all happened so fast that Charles wasn't even sure of what it was he was doing.
One moment he was in the hideout walking with Shaw to meet up with the other three in the living room. Angel had practically tackled him when she hugged him. She may have left with Shaw but that didn't mean she didn't miss the others and after all he had been the one to tell her that she wasn't alone, that she wasn't a freak.
He'd smiled as he was introduced to the silent Riptide as well as more formally introduced to Azazel, who clearly didn't trust him still. Charles felt extremely guilty for trying to use the other mutant as a form of escape and found himself apologizing until the devilish mutant accepted it.
The next moment he was standing in the President's Oval Office for the first time in his life. It was a breath taking room but he hadn't had time to take it all in, he had to freeze the guards so that Azazel didn't have to kill them and wipe their and the President's memories of any traces about mutants existing. He had replaced Erik blowing up the ships with the fake memory of the Russian ship crossing the embargo line and Russian and American ships firing upon each other, starting a war that was never meant to happen.
Before he had time to really think about what he had just done Shaw had grabbed him and he found himself standing in the middle of the capitol. Shaw gave him no warning only used his power to amplify Charles' telepathy so that he could reach every mind in Washington DC with crystal-clear clarity. The telepath gasped as the thousands of minds opened up completely to his as if he was using the machine, Cerebro, which Hank had built at the CIA facility. The only difference was that this didn't pick up the wavelengths of mutants stronger than the humans' this affected his ability to see clearly into both the different types of minds.
"Convince them the real enemy is each other; tell them war is the only option."
Charles just barely heard the order over the loud thoughts filling his head. With two fingers pressed to his temple to help him focus, he sorted through each and every mind replacing any thoughts of mutants with those of war with Russia.
If someone asked him why he was actually following Shaw's order he wouldn't be able to answer. In fact he would realize how much death he was about to cause and change it all back to how it had been before Moira tracked him down at Oxford and the existence of mutants was exposed. If he had been thinking clearly in this moment, he would have just erased the knowledge of mutants existing and left it at that. There wouldn't have to be a war at all, no lives had to be lost.
He had always wanted a peaceful coexistence between mutants and humans yet here he was turning the humans against each other so they would destroy their own race…
