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For several more moments, Charles wavers, seeming to steel himself.
When Erik can no longer take it, he speaks. "Show me, my friend," he whispers.
Charles hesitates.
"Show me," Erik pushes.
V.
The memories are as follows:
The bar is filled to capacity, wall to wall with men. All shapes, sizes, colors. There's already the scent of sex and booze in the air.
Black lights, lava lamps. The music is too loud.
"Stop!"
Doug (Blonde hair, green eyes, leather pants) offers to buy him a drink. Charles thinks it tastes a bit off, but then bartenders do tend to vary their recipes; he takes another long swallow, then another...
The bathroom is filled with men having a fuck and not one stall is free. Charles needs to piss, and he can't wait. He stumbles over his feet and slams through the side access door.
There are hands on his belt buckle. A hand in his trousers, cupping him, a finger pushing toward...
His face hurts where it's smashed into the brick; the gag in his mouth is almost soaked through with saliva. He wants to scream, he can't; he wants to sleep, he can't.
(He passes out, a distinct feeling that Erik only identifies because Charles tells him what it is.)
When he wakes, the bar is closed and the night's trash is dripping down the side of the bag to pool beside him. Despite the headache, he gathers his wits long enough to find a way back to headquarters.
VI.
Erik regrets that he didn't wait until they were on the ground to discuss this, but he doesn't regret asking Charles to show him. However, Lensherr spends the rest of the flight, squeezing his armrests and attempting to keep his anger in check.
VII.
Doug is a normal, run of the mill human. He works at a bank, monday through friday, and spends his weekends at the beach; he's got a wife and the two-point-five kids. He's living the American Dream, capital letters and all.
His only problem (as he admits to the oddly charismatic man sitting beside him at the bar tonight) is that he loves men - possibly more than he loves his wife - and isn't that a kick in the balls?
The man listens quietly when Doug tells him, "I'm not a fag, not really. Never let them fuck me, not my style," and then adds, "But I love bending them over, you know? Just can't take the chance of being remembered." He looks around and leans toward the guy and explains, "You look like you'd get it - gotta keep up with the wife, all the social things, so I can't get caught in the middle of anything... I get these pills from a guy - great stuff - the bastard never tastes it, makes it so they can't fight and they can't remember. Great stuff."
The chain around his neck tightens as he speaks; he reaches up to adjust it, figuring it's simply caught in his shirt tag. But it doesn't loosen, and the Star of David pricks at his skin as he struggles to take a breath.
"You alright?" The guy asks, looking alarmed and he tells Doug, "Come on, let's get you some fresh air."
He's half-dragged outside, and then his face hurts where it's smashed into the brick.
In his ear, the man is speaking and his voice is low, dangerous. "I want you to understand something - I would have been content to let you keep doing as you pleased. What the lesser evolved do to each other is none of my concern, but you hurt Charles."
When he succumbs, hours later, alone in the back alley behind the bar, to the pain and the blood loss, he says his last two words to the brick.
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That was excellent fill, anon. Exactly what I wanted. I LOVED Erik in this.
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Wonderful story :)I wonder now what would happen in the divorce scene if Charles was damaged like that.
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