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FILL: No Such Thing as Safe, post 9

[gossamerstarsxx]

((Erik…))

It’s only the one word, his name, that comes through clearly; the rest is nothing but a tangle of guilt and shame and pain. He can feel Charles inside his mind just as acutely as he can feel Shaw inside his body, and right now he hates both intruders; one for humiliating him, the other for witnessing his humiliation. For a moment he fights them both, shoving at Charles’ presence in his mind with all the mental power he possesses while trying with all his remaining strength to buck Shaw off him, but Charles’s brainpower is like a brick wall before his own; Shaw simply grinds his knees deeper into Erik’s spread thighs, thrusting with such force that Erik screams again as a red haze of pain covers him. He can feel Charles’ pain, his hurt, but he cannot stop his fury even at its most futile.

He can feel Charles inside his mind, trying to shut down his senses, trying to numb his body against the pain that must surely be wracking them both now, and knows that his friend is close. The idea fills him with both hope and rage, a mixture as senseless as oil and water, but he cannot help what emotions swim to the surface any more than he can help what is happening to his body.

((Erik…I will need your help to get you out of this.))

Charles’ voice is flat inside his head, as if Charles is trying to shove away all the emotions flooding him; as if he is trying to avoid letting Erik know how deeply his rage wounds him, but Erik has no room in his heart or mind to feel remorse.

((I am at the secret door now. I have only to touch it. Whatever it is that is blocking your powers is designed only for you; it has not weakened Shaw nor me. Now, Erik…when…when he is…))

Erik wants to laugh; it would be his most mirthless, most cruel laugh, but he cannot even manage that.

When he’s close, you mean.

Even inside his mind, Erik can see Charles blushing deeply, can see him cringing at the idea. This time, he does manage a small, sick smile.

((Yes, Erik. When he is close…his strength will likely let up. You may be able to free your hands. Use your forearms and snatch off his helmet. I will take care of the rest. With our minds linked, we can act in unison and take him by surprise.))

And if this plan doesn’t work, Charles? He can’t keep the edge out of his voice, but he is surprise when Charles’ reply is laced with an edge of its own, an edge slicked with what might just be hatred.

((Then I will come downstairs and tackle him and snatch the fucking helmet off myself.))

Re: FILL: No Such Thing as Safe, post 9

[skull_bearer]

Aggghh! Kill him Charles! Please update soon *chews nails*