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When they kissed, Charles shook, and when Erik pressed his tongue into Charles’s mouth, fucking his lips gently, Charles spasmed, back arching.
“Did you just - “ Erik gasped into his mouth.
The man on top cried out, burying his face in the dark one’s hair.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Charles panted, “do it again, don’t bloody stop.”
And Erik pressed him to the wall, marveling distantly at how easy it was to overpower him; pressed his hips to Charles’s, rocked in the rhythm of the two fucking behind Charles’s head. Feverishly, he sucked on his fingers, reached down the back of Charles’s pants, and stroked desperately at the cleft of his arse.
Charles bucked again, once, twice, Erik felt him screaming in his head, and then nothing and everything happened as he came in his pants - Charles came, pressing back against Erik’s fingers - and they came, too, with a brief silent flash of light and then - silence.
Erik looked at Charles. Charles looked at Erik, panting. Erik withdrew his hand from Charles’s backside.
Euphoria passed, and Erik felt a distant terror. Turning to look at the two, he was just in time to see them zip up without giving any impression of discomfort or embarrassment. They looked him straight in the eye, then looked at Charles, then at each other.
“You know,” said the first one, the one who’d been on top, “it’s terrible rude to break down someone’s door like that.”
“I didn’t break it down,” Erik corrected before he could think to stop himself, “I only - “
The dark one lifted an eyebrow, and suddenly Erik felt very much like a guilty child.
It was then that Charles chose to be British. “Terribly sorry,” he squeaked out, trying to stand as normally as he could with his trousers full of come. “We thought - well, I thought I felt something, and you see, we’re looking for people to join us, and - “
“They don’t want to join, Charles,” Erik said in a monotone.
“Oh.” Charles faltered. “Er.”
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“They broke my door,” the one called Aziraphale said peevishly. “It’ll cost - well, it’ll cost money to get it fixed, anyway.”
“You really have gone tremendously native,” said the other one, affection in his tone. “Well, it wasn’t them, it was him - “ He pointed at Erik. “ - and you can’t harm him anyway, I think he’s one of mine. Besides, it wouldn’t be sporting, considering . . . “ For a moment he looked sad. “Things,” he finished.
“Really?” Aziraphale looked puzzled. “I was sure he was one of mine, my dear.”
“Excuse me,” Erik drawled. “We’re not any of yours. Thanks.”
The dark one tilted his glasses down, and Erik couldn’t help but take a step back. Snake eyes.
This man - “You’re not a mutant,” he whispered, “are you?”
“Listen,” said the man with the yellow eyes, “Erik, you seem like a nice kid - “
“ - mostly - “ muttered Aziraphale.
“ - mostly, yes, but really, talking back with come all down your trousers is not best form. Try again later, perhaps?”
Erik realizes that Charles is still gripping his hand. He tries to say, “You can’t hurt us,” but it comes out small: “You mustn’t hurt us,” and Charles squeezes his hand tight.
“No, that’s true.” Aziraphale looks at the other one. “Crowley, we mustn’t.”
Rolling his eyes, Crowley pushes his sunglasses back up his nose. “Right,” he says, “bugger off then.”
“And I hope you’ve learned something about yourselves today!” Aziraphale calls after them loftily.
They scuttle out into the bright sunlight, stepping awkwardly. As the door slams closed with finality behind them, they avoid each other’s eyes.
“I don’t know what came over me,” Charles muttered, raising a hand to his still-sweaty forehead.
“I do,” said Erik, and takes his hand again. Charles looks at him and smiles, a smile that would make the sun come out if it wasn’t already beating down on them.
They go home and don’t tell anyone. What would they say? But Charles comes shyly to Erik’s bed that night, and as time ticks away they spend it exploring each other. After all, they did learn a few things.
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“They don’t want to join, Charles,” Erik said in a monotone.
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SO MUCH LOVE FOR THIS.
("Please confirm you are a human" on the Captcha page just struck me as hilarious).
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