a/n:my computer fucking hates me. every time, . TIME. i try and get my fic writing together it catches chlamydia. smh anyway...
The words in italics are Erik's memories, not Charles', just to make that clear. If you're reading this on lj I'm posting anonymously so I'll put little things that sayi or ** around those words. Or something.
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Erik really had cared for him before. If only Charles had understood that.
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He begins to understand the true nature of the virus when he hears what happened to Frost. He sees again for the first time since he sent her to the battlefield and she is weak now, barely alive, screaming uncontrollably, blood leaking from every orifice as she switches from flesh and bone to diamond and back again in flashes.
She screams about voices in her head and it dawns on him, who the 'minority affected' are.
"Charles."
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Charles nudges him out of his sleep and Erik knows he must've spoken in his sleep, when he captures his companion's worried eyes looking up at him. He lay curled under his arm, his head resting beneath his chin, looking so completely innocent it takes Erik everything he has to remind himself that the telepath is still ill, still weak and he couldn't possibly be able to handle the things he feels like doing to him right now. But Charles, apparently, already has something in mind as his hand begins to travel downwards.
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Charles isn't sure why he's doing it, even though surely the two of them must've done things like this before, right? Surely, that'd be something Erik would be expecting. Anyway, it's the least he can do, after all he's done...provide a little...comfort. His hands hover for a moment over Erik's member and he looks up into his friend's eyes and places his hand firmly around it and Erik's breath hitches slightly. He uses his arms to lower himself so that he is between the man's legs, the metal-bender's eyes slowly reaching a cold lucidity now. Like this? he thinks, before he remembers he cannot broadcast his thoughts to Erik when he's wearing that thing right now and he repeats the question aloud, quietly, uncertainly. "Like this?"
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Erik looks down at Charles his mouth slightly open. The younger man is hesitant, his blue eyes locked in mild confusion unsure of what to do, attempting to remember how this must've worked. He bends down and swallows. Erik gasps and suddenly his body is a tangle of sensations as Charles is trying to recall exactly what he liked. But of course, there's nothing to remember, and Erik abandons that thought as Charles is licking and kneading and oh so many wonderful things.
Was it like this, like this, like this? And that sinful little mouth of his...so glorious.
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Several times, Erik is this close to having what he wants and at last, he has it, his lips capturing the other's over the chess board, all thoughts of the next day forgotten, as his hands grasp onto his hair, his hands pushing inside that suit and finally finally, yes god...
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And he is pulling Charles upwards now, flipping him on his back, brushing his failed legs apart, tearing off the small amount of clothing he is wearing and damn his weaknesses, he was begging for this. Charles' eyes are wide open now, and if he looks scared or shocked, Erik doesn't see it, because now his lips belong to him again, the kiss deep and passionate. He will have him now, goddam him and it will be just the same, only different now because, of course, but that isn't what's important now.
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Charles gasps, his bruised lips widening, so utterly enticing and Erik pushes him back until he is against the wall, his lips grinding against his and he needs this so much, needs this before everything ends before Charles won't want to look at him again.
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He places kisses all along the man's neck and shoulder, placing bite marks and bruises on his person, his large hands gripping his waist pulling him entirely over him, and he mutters lowly into his ear, "Like this."
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Charles was complacent for a moment, but now he struggles, his head shaking in a soft 'no', but Erik is persistent now, he must have this, it is the only thing that's keeping him together, he cannot deny him, and he will have it, he will.
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He enters him now and he isn't entirely sure he can feel it, but Erik is only hearing what he wants now. And Charles must feel something or maybe he's projecting on himself, because he gives a sharp gasp as Erik bites into his neck with an especially hard thrust, and that tight heat has him breathing harshly as if he'd just run a marathon. Charles whimpers beneath him and his hands reach for his hair as if to run his hands through it, but it only touches cold metal and that sensation isn't familiar to him at all, if only he could touch it, if only for a moment...
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Charles shakes his head, his hands pushing against his chest in protest.
"Erik, I am sorry."
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Oh, but Charles is his now, completely and entirely his, he can see it in his eyes.
All mine. And he is thrusting again, so close, his green eyes locking intensely with blue, and the room is shaking, the mirrors shaking and trembling. It's all mine now.
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"I am sorry my friend."
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But that matters not now, he has what he wants and Charles is calling his name and he has him underneath his thumb. And he is so beautiful, so perfect.
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"But we cannot."
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"Erik.." Charles whispers against his lips and his frail mind is already drifting again and Erik presses Charles' head against his chest, his chin resting atop his head. He has what he wants. "I love you, Charles."
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"I cannot."
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a/n:um, so was that better? I tried to brush up on my totally shitty spelling mistakes and stuff like that. *fidgets nervously*. So far, I have some good ideas of what I'm going to put in upcoming chapters and trust me, Erik is only going to get creepier with the tactics he uses to keep Charles submissive and forgetful. As with most of my stories, I have a clearer idea of the ending than the beginning unfortunately. Please don't hesitate to give me any constructive criticism you may find suitable. Also..I am REVIEW WHORE. Sorta. *violent and agressive winking* BTW, my dumb ass computer keeps fucking up everytime I decide I wanna start working on my fanfiction I swear everything was just fine and dandy but then as soon as I start getting plot bunnies, the dependency server refuses to start. *murder face* So Imma try to update as best I can, because X-men fanfiction is the place to be right now! lol So review, review, review! And I looked up that paraplegics can actually have sex, technically but there may be a loss of sensation of course, which is why I added the part about Charles projecting on himself. Please attempt to boost my self-esteem lol