XMFC/Down and Out

[diecastking]

Erik remembers New York vividly. He has been to the city many times, as man and boy, hunter and prey.

He has stayed in the best hotels Manhattan has to offer, but he is most at home on the streets. Among the homeless and destitute, he feels more at ease than he ever has in university libraries or officious banks. These are his people: the disenfranchised and dispossessed.

Erik knows, at heart, he is a soldier, a killer. He has been deluding himself that he was tamed, a housecat, a man fit to be a companion - a father.

No more.

The illusion has shattered and he knows now he is a man who would rather see the love of his life murdered than survive in captivity. He could not suffer to see Charles suffer, so he preferred to snuff out his life.

Even days later the thought makes him sick. Erik pulls his old greasy coat closer around him, the disguise for which he traded his leather jacket. He has some money in his pocket for food, but his bike is stashed where no one can find it and he doesn't know if he can bear to look at it again.

He can't bear to be reminded of what he's thrown away by reverting to nature.

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[guideshapelead]

"I like you with some flesh on your bones." Charles will eat, but he will see that Erik eats too. He wants his lover restored to his normal self, as soon as possible.

[diecastking]

Erik skims his hands down Charles' sides.

"I could say the same," he says sadly. "You've been ill."

[guideshapelead]

"I do not sleep well without you," Charles will readily admit that much.

"I had... many seizures."

[diecastking]

"I have caused you so much suffering."

Charles may forgive him, but he does not know how he will forgive himself.

[guideshapelead]

//Less of that now, please// Charles silently begs.

//Can we just enjoy being back together?//

[diecastking]

It is easy to let the memories slide away with Charles' warm wet skin against his cheek, the evidence of the past days slipping into the bath water and clouding it with his sins.

//Yes, Headmaster//

[guideshapelead]

//Don't call me that// Charles laughs across their connection.

//You are no student of mine//

[diecastking]

//Yet I have learned so much from you.//

Erik trails open-mouthed kisses across Charles' shoulder.

[guideshapelead]

//I am a Professor// Charles smiles and tilts his head away from Erik, displaying more of his neck and shoulder.

//Are you feeling cleaner?//

[diecastking]

Erik latches on to Charles' neck, just shy of drawing up a mark.

//Actually, I think I'm feeling...dirtier//

[guideshapelead]

//Are you not exhausted?// It's not that Charles isn't interested in Erik's advances, half-hard beneath the surface of the bathwater, but he can feel his own tiredness in every muscle. He can only assume Erik is feeling the same.

[diecastking]

//I just want to be close to you// Erik wraps his arms around Charles, one hand slipping beneath the water to caress his lover's sensitive stomach.

[guideshapelead]

Charles groans softly, sinking down deeper into the water.

//We do have a bed// he points out, as he feels the water against his shoulders, a little too high.

[diecastking]

Erik uses his power to manipulate the plug and dip the water a couple of inches.

And his hand snakes around Charles' cock, tempting him into staying exactly where he is.

[guideshapelead]

//You would see me drown for your pleasure?// Charles jokes, relaxing as the water subsides a little. He knows Erik would never let such a thing happen, but he always feels vulnerable in water when it gets too deep. No matter how much he practices in the swimming pool downstairs.

[diecastking]

Usually, Erik would ignore Charles' teasing scold and continue - the advantage of sex with a telepath was knowing exactly when no meant no.

But he is unsure of himself, still not entirely sure how welcome he is.

//We can move, if you like?//

[guideshapelead]

"No," Charles speaks out loud this time, to make it adamantly clear.

"I trust you."

[diecastking]

Erik continues his ministrations, hands roaming over Charles' most sensitive areas.

//I want you//

[guideshapelead]

//I want you too// Charles is already gasping beneath Erik's ministrations.

//I've missed you.//

[diecastking]

Erik strokes Charles slowly, savouring the way his lover writhes, his other arm across his chest.

//You are everything to me//

[guideshapelead]

//I love you// Charles sighs, twisting to try and find Erik's lips with his own.

//So much. Don't leave me.//

[diecastking]

Teasing words are on the tip of his tongue, but there is something deeper and more intimate in this moment.

//Never//

He kisses the corner of Charles' mouth, lingering, his pace increasing.

[guideshapelead]

Charles groans against Erik's mouth, breath coming fast and hot against his lover's cheek. He's quick to excite, after their time apart, and already he can feel himself coming apart at the seams.

[diecastking]

Erik's whole being is dedicated to Charles' pleasure, pressing bright lustful memories towards his lover's mind as his hand slows, teases.

[guideshapelead]

The slowing of Erik's hand takes the edge off Charles' pleasure, though that helps him little with the litany of images being projected into his mind. Erik in leathers, on his motorbike... the bedframe artfully snaking around his wrists...

Charles groans, loudly, reaching for Erik's hand to try and force a faster rhythm from him.