diecastking | XMFC/Down and Out

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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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.

//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.

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?//

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

"I trust you."

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

//I want you//

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

//I've missed you.//

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

//You are everything to me//

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

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

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.

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.

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

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.

Erik removes his hand from Charles' cock completely, capturing his lover's hand.

"Did you want me to stop?" he says innocently.

"Erik..." Charles whines, trying to pull his hand away from his lover's strong grip.

"Stop being so cruel to me..."

"I never mean to be cruel," Erik says gently, before releasing his lover's hand and renewing his attentions to his cock.

Slow at first, his pace rapidly increases, giving Charles exactly what he wants.

Moans of frustration quickly turning into groans of pleasure, Charles sinks back against Erik's chest, eyes closed and head back against his lover's shoulder, cheeks flushed pink with his arousal.

//Love you// he sends, subconsciously.

//I love you, liebe//

He clutches Charles close, lips latching on to his neck, continuing to press those filthy images into his lover's head.

Charles comes suddenly, with a shout, hands finding purchase on the sides of the bathtub as his vision blurs for a moment.

Unable to form words, even in his mind, he instead just sends his utter contentment into Erik's mind.

Erik holds Charles and savours the feeling of his relaxed mind entwined with his. Charles is his serenity - how did he ever think he could give this up?

"You..." Charles mutters, groggily, when the fog clears from his mind.

"I have not... been an equal partner, I fear."

Erik leans them both back against the tub.

"I wanted to spoil you," he says, not expecting any reciprocation. "I always want to spoil you."

"Maybe it's time we went to bed?" Charles suggests. He feels bone weary, right now, but maybe the move into the bedroom might invigorate him enough to consider at least returning the favour to his lover.

Erik drains the bath and slips out from behind his lover, swiping up a towel to cover his own aching erection. He bends to lift Charles before bundling him up in a larger, fluffier towel, careful hands driving him off even though he's perfectly capable.

Charles lets himself be dried off without complaint, aware that this is something Erik feels he needs to do. His eyes ache with tiredness, now, and he's sure he will sleep the second his head finds his pillow.

Wordlessly, Erik carries Charles to bed and settles him under the covers. He leaves his lover's pyjamas within reach before slipping naked beneath the sheets, turning to watch the glow of warm water and ecstasy across his lover's skin.

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