Erik Lensherr (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
diecastking) wrote2013-11-25 10:40 pm
diecastking) wrote2013-11-25 10:40 pm
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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.
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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Slow at first, his pace rapidly increases, giving Charles exactly what he wants.
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//Love you// he sends, subconsciously.
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He clutches Charles close, lips latching on to his neck, continuing to press those filthy images into his lover's head.
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Unable to form words, even in his mind, he instead just sends his utter contentment into Erik's mind.
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"I have not... been an equal partner, I fear."
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"I wanted to spoil you," he says, not expecting any reciprocation. "I always want to spoil you."
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"Do I...do I have classes tomorrow?"
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"Just... say when."
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"Tomorrow..."
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"Forever."