XMFC/We'll meet again

[diecastking]

In the end, they hardly needed persuading.

Erik strolled onto the base, broke into Stryker's office and greeted him as he returned from lunch. He explained that the school was under his protection and he was prepared to come to an agreement to avoid more of Stryker's men ending up in the infirmary - or worse.

There would be no more incursions. There would be no experiments. But Erik was prepared to eliminate the last of the Nazi threat from the planet in exchange for Stryker staying the Hell away from his family and the school.

The unspoken threat that Erik could reach Stryker and his son at any time of the day or night helped his cause, no doubt, but Stryker signed the deal without more than a phone call.

Erik would leave for Europe the next day. But, first, he had to say goodbye.

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[guideshapelead]

"I love you..." Charles breathes, a hand gentle at Erik's back and his eyes gazing, unfocussed, up at the ceiling.

"I love you, Erik..."

[diecastking]

"I love you, Charles," Erik says, the words hanging heavy between them as his hands move to dip into the crease of Charles' hips, moving to the most sensitive patches of skin - without a hint towards his lover's straining cock.

[guideshapelead]

"Erik, please..." Charles stammers, before his words fail him and he turns to telepathy instead.

//Please. Touch me.//

[diecastking]

Erik ghosts his fingers over the tip of Charles' cock with a smug smile.

"Like this?"

[guideshapelead]

Charles groans and nods silently, fingers clinging to Erik's skin.

"L-like that, yes..."

[diecastking]

Erik brushes him again, delicate, like handling fine china.

"I love watching you shudder for me."

[guideshapelead]

"More... Erik, more..." Charles is quick to start asking, yet again, never one for patience in the bedroom. If this is to be their last night together, he doesn't want to spend it being teased. Not when the alternative is being one with his lover.

[diecastking]

Erik is powerless to resist Charles' commands, carefully wedging pillows under his lover's thighs, giving him perfect access. He pours more oil into his palm and slicks up one finger.

"I'll give you everything," he promises and presses slowly inside.

[guideshapelead]

For once, Charles doesn't grumble at the way Erik manhandles his legs, keeping his expression carefully neutral. No arguments, not tonight.

And then Erik's finger is inside of him, and he's forgotten any reason he might have for starting an argument in the first place.

[diecastking]

Erik loves that feeling against his mind of Charles starting to unravel.

He takes his time, slow and steady, gently curling his finger to brush Charles' prostate. He wants to savour this.

[guideshapelead]

Charles moans and groans without shame as Erik works his finger inside of him, eyes closed so as to strengthen their mental connection. As always, he is careful to share every feeling with Erik, to heighten this time together.

[diecastking]

Erik feels every sensation keenly, and it takes all of his control to draw his finger out slowly before pairing it with another.

He begins another agonisingly-slow slide inside, feeling his own body catch fire with pleasure.

[guideshapelead]

Charles' moans of pleasure get louder still as Erik doubles his fingers, increasing the stretch. He feels Erik's pleasure in turn, and as always their joint arousal quickly begins to spiral.

[diecastking]

Erik groans under his breath as Charles' pleasure mounts, but the tight ring around his cock prevents the build to release.

The ache is a pleasant torment, and he strokes Charles' prostate even as his other hand finds his lover's cock.

[guideshapelead]

"God, Erik..." Charles struggles to breathe as Erik's fingers set him alight.

"I won't last like this..."

[diecastking]

Erik laughs against Charles' neck, continuing his ministrations.

"Trust me."

[guideshapelead]

"I... I do..." Charles gasps. He trusts Erik with everything he is, but that doesn't change the fact that he feels as though he may come at any moment.

[diecastking]

Erik carefully removes his fingers, his hand momentarily stilling on Charles' cock, before pushing two three fingers inside with the same agonisingly slow pace.

[guideshapelead]

"God, Erik..." Charles cries out, head falling backwards into the pillows and exposing his throat. His lower belly is burning with how close he is, how badly he needs to come, but his body will not do what he expects of it.

//What have you done to me?// he demands, incredulous.

[diecastking]

Erik nips at Charles' throat, laughing silently against his skin.

//Do you like it?//

[guideshapelead]

//It's incredible// Charles admits, though he can't quite believe such a thing is possible.

//The ring?// he hazards a guess.

[diecastking]

//The ring// Erik confirms, before slowly withdrawing his fingers.

//Ready for more?//

[guideshapelead]

Charles feels like he may just explode with the way he's feeling, but that doesn't mean he doesn't want more. The burn at the base of his cock is nothing but exhilarating, at least for the time being.

[diecastking]

Erik murmurs against Charles' ear. "Remember - I promised to keep you on the edge all night."

[guideshapelead]

"You're going to kill me..." Charles gasps, though he's far from actually stopping Erik from proceeding.

"This can't be good for me."