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All too soon the money ran out and they had to turn to other means of supporting themselves. Raven managed to get a job at the local restaurant, which wasn’t too bad considering the pay, but they rotated her timetable like crazy so it was chaos at the best of times.
Charles pawned off some of his most expensive belongings; the pocket watch his step-uncle had given him when he’d turned sixteen, an antique gold chain which his cousin had thrown at him when he’d turned twelve and a gold ring that was worth every carrot in it but had no emotional value to Charles himself.
Raven had tried to get him to pawn her jewellery too but he’d flat out refused because he wasn’t going to take anything away from her ever again. It was stupid logic in Raven’s opinion, but it was logic nonetheless so Raven went along with it for her brother’s sake.
As for Charles’ studies they weren’t his top priority, they couldn’t be because Raven depended on him to look after her. He gave them as much time as he could afford, which still wasn’t enough in his personal opinion, and he was certain he’d get an excellent mark - God he hoped so. After his thesis is completed and his degree handed to him, he’d be able to get a real job to support them both.
His current job was... outside of his comfort-zone to say the very least.
It was purely accidental that he’d ended up in his current line of work, accidental but at the time a bloody God-send. If it hadn’t been for his late night walk in the park nearly a month ago, Charles doubted if he and Raven would still have a roof over their heads.
“Charles.” Raven called as she gripped her neck scarf in her delicate, normal, hands. “I’m going to work now, please be careful.” She stared at her brother, her concern and worry strong and tangible.
Charles nodded absently, not want to look up and see the worry etched on his sister’s face. She didn’t understand, heck Charles didn’t understand it himself, but right now it was the best, most profitable, job out there for him.
And isn’t that such a cheery realisation?
“Say hello to the others for me.” Charles says as he thumbs through the thick volume on his lap, not really seeing the pages but finding the action calming and grounding.
“Urgh. Fine.” Raven roller her eyes as she opened the door and stepped out on to the landing their flat was on. “I’m sure Alex and Hank will love to hear from you.” She snarked as she closed the door, missing the way Charles tensed slightly at her words.
In the silence of their small flat Charles took a deep, calming breath before focusing his mind on following Raven on her way to work; it was short, ten minute walk down the street but Charles didn’t trust people around them and so he always paid attention to her journeys. Finding a couple of ASBO teens waiting in an alley further ahead of Raven, Charles sent them on their way, pointedly making them drop their weapons in the dirt as he did so. Raven would probably murder him if she ever found out he was doing this but honestly, Charles didn’t care because her safety came first and everyone else second.
There was a time when he hadn’t thought like that. There had been a time, not so long ago, when Charles had been appalled at the idea of manipulating other people’s minds purely on a whim, but times had changed. He’d changed, and a part of him thought that it wasn’t for the better. The only reason they were living in the small, tiny, and dingy flat was because Charles’ morals hadn’t been warped and destroyed entirely. Yet.
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Quickly stripping down, Charles stood under the shower head, ignoring the fact that the water was closer to freezing than it was to warm, and careful scrubbed away. All the while, his mind was thinking over where he was going to go tonight. There was always the park, but he’d been there too many times this week; someone might recognise him - though that wasn’t really a problem for him though. There was the industrial estate but that was where the whores and prostitutes hung out, waiting desperately for someone to pull up so they could get paid and buy their crack and heroin. So... the industrial estate was out as well then.
Running the cloth along his arm, Charles pondered the light bruising around his wrists as he absently thought of somewhere else. The grip had been too tight, but still not tight enough to ever be a real threat to him, and Charles sighed as he turned the shower off and stepped out, wrapping a towel around his slim hips as he did so.
Quickly drying himself off, Charles moved over to the sink where he studied his face in the small mirror he’d tacked to the wall. He had the beginnings of bags under his eyes making him look like he was starting to come down with a cold, but what he was concerned with most of all was the loose bruising around his throat. Bruising that looked suspiciously like a hand-print.
Shaking his head in frustration, Charles focused on dressing himself in his work clothes, ignoring the way his legs protested at the balancing act as he pulled the jeans up. His work clothes were a direct contrast to his usual attire and Charles always felt uncomfortable in them, at least he did until he was outside and all discomfort faded away to be replaced by a staggering arrogance and warring cheek.
He pulled the long sleeved shirt over his head and looked at himself in the mirror, knowing without a shadow of a doubt, that someone wouldn’t be able to resist him like this. No-one ever could really. Looking to his left Charles stared at the bundle of clothes on the floor, his turtle-neck jumper and loose slacks that he always wore in the flat. He liked looking that, those clothes were comfortable and familiar but they wouldn’t get the job done so he had to change. Stooping down to grab the bundle Charles carelessly threw it into the wash-basket, fully aware that it was Raven’s turn to do the washing but also fully aware that he’d do it himself when he got back.
Running a hand through his still damp hair Charles took a breath and stepped out of the bathroom, back into the flat and couldn’t help the feeling that he didn’t fit in it anymore creeping up his spine. It was a silly feeling, obviously he belonged here, this was his home, but he didn’t really belong. Fifteen minutes ago he belonged but now, dressed as he was, he was better suited to being outside in the dark.
Grabbing his key for the door and slipping it into his white sneakers, the best place to keep something important in his opinion, Charles silently slipped out of the flat and made his way out into the night. He had to make some money tonight because they were running low on electricity and the heating bill was already overdue, and Raven’s money wouldn’t be in until the end of the month and so Charles really needed to get some cash tonight.
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jflkasdhfd HNNGGHHH you're killing me (in good ways)
I should not be this pleased that Charles has bruises. I am obviously a horrible horrible person. I am LOVING THIS.
Stooping down to grab the bundle Charles carelessly threw it into the wash-basket, fully aware that it was Raven’s turn to do the washing but also fully aware that he’d do it himself when he got back.
This. This is so Charles, I don't even. <3
fsafjskdl Hnngghh oh my dahling you are making me so happy. I love how this is shaping up. It's just so...so....jflkasdhf;aslkdf *INCOHERENT SQUEEING*
Thank you so much for taking my prompt I can't wait for more <3<3<3
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I shall continue to kill you then ;)
Charles with bruises is my personal kink.... as are cuff-links... and dark!Charles and BAMF!Charles and.... yeah, I have a lot of kinks xD
Charles is knocking on my head wanting to come in with this :p
Your prompt deserves more than my shoddy writing *nods* because Rent-a-boy McAvoy really does rhyme too well.... ^,^
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Thank you so much for the formatting change, it really makes a huge difference!
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I love a bruised Charles (seriously, most of my fics and fills contain some form of bruising... it's unhealthy) :p
xD
(I hate formatting things... it's always time-consuming -_-)
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Pausing for a long moment, his eyes losing their focus as he stared off into the distance, Charles smiled slightly, ‘There’s one.’ His eyes sparkled in relief and anticipation as he quickly set off at a brisk pace near to the bench he knew was on the crest of the hill in the park. As per usual, he’d gone for the park because it was familiar and he was never too far from home - but he was still far away enough to ensure none of Raven’s friends saw him.
As he ascended the hill, his sneakers slipping slightly on the grass, Charles got the distinct feeling of being watched. Looking up he caught sight of a man sitting on the bench, complete with a trench-coat, and relaxed because there was his watcher. Smiling a little in anticipation, Charles quickly reached the bench and perched on the edge of bench arm, his feet resting on the seat as he wrapped his arms around him. He smiled and rubbed his arms for a moment.
“You waiting for something?” He asked, knowing that the man expected him to talk a little. It was one of the things that was sadly predictable with those who frequented the park on these late nights.
“No.” The man smiled and Charles smiled, a soft chuckle slipping out of his mouth as he gleaned the basics off the man’s mind. Thirty-two, divorced and sporting for someone he could charm a little, mislead a bit then take everything they had to offer from them. He was a dangerous one for sure, but Charles needed the money and the profit always outweighed the cost.
“You sure?” He asked, raising his eyebrows and smiling knowingly at the man, Edgar, as he watched for the reaction he was waiting for.
“Yes. I’m quite sure.” Edgar replied, softly spoken and looking innocently unassuming, but his gaze flickered over Charles’ lithe form, taking in the smooth contours and the tight-fitting clothes. ‘Got you.’ Charles thought as he the man’s gaze smouldered; the reaction he was waiting for.
“Yeah alright.” Charles said as he slipped off the bench and began to move away only for the man to reach out and lightly grab his wrist. ‘Hook.’ Charles thought as he turned to look at the man.
“Uh. Excuse me.” Edgar said tentatively but Charles could see in his mind that he was anything but, he was playing a role just as surely as Charles was. Moreso perhaps.
“What?” Charles asked slowly as he stared down at the man who fidgeted and he could hear his thoughts, could tell that the man was pacing himself, restraining himself from taking what he wanted. He was playing a game and Charles briefly wondered why before disregarding it and focusing on the task in hand.
“Well, it’s just I don’t know exactly what to say-” The man managed to stutter out and Charles felt like laughing at his acting because it really was quite good; he played the bumbling, unassuming and innocently naive about as well as Charles played the confident, cheeky and arrogantly assured boy.
“You’re not the only one who comes up here on his own you know?” Charles mentioned as he moved back to reclaim his perch on the bench, leaning in a little closer than he had done previously, and fixed the man with a smooth smile.
“No. I suppose not.” The man smiled and let out a little laugh that would have set anyone’s nerves on edge, the malicious thoughts only served to make Charles squirm a little.
“Look. It’s okay. You know what you want right?” Charles continued. ‘Line.’ He thought as the man looked up at him, all innocence with his face but that mind, oh that mind was alight with dark thoughts and fantasises, and Charles felt himself warming up a little at them all.
“It’s thirty for a blow-job.” Charles said bluntly as he looked directly at the man’s face, and he smiled as he felt more than heard the man’s intake of breath. “A hundred quid and you’ll get the-” He smiled cheekily. “Full service.” ’And sinker.’
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“What’s your name?” Edgar asked after a long moment and Charles was just able to stop himself from blinking in surprise; this was a bit different to what he was used to. They didn’t normally care for a name. Just cared about how good he was, how good his servicing was.
Hesitating for a brief moment Charles took it in stride and replied. “Charlie.” Not too far from the truth but not an absolute fact. Charlie had been the nick-name Cain had so enjoyed using when he’d been younger and he had hated it then as well. At least his first name would remain unsullied by his actions tonight.
“Come on.” He said, back to his usual self-assured self. He smiled at the man who smiled back at him, a lot less shyly than he had done a few minutes ago, and stood up. Now that Edgar was standing Charles realised that the man was a good few inches taller than him, closer to six foot than five, and if he’d been any less than who and what he was, Charles suspected that he’d have been mildly unnerved at the height difference.
As it was, it only served to amuse Charles, because Edgar obviously thought he’d be able to over-power Charles and do whatever he wished without having to pay for it. If Charles were more of a moral and kind person, he might feel angry at the assumption but as it was, it made him want to laugh instead because if there was ever a threat to anyone it would be him. Charles Xavier. Telepath and freak extraordinaire.
Edgar followed him down the hill in silence and Charles could feel his eyes on his back, and a quick peek through Edgar’s eyes revealed that he did look rather ravishing from behind. It took a couple of minutes but they reached the edge of the park, close to the river and Charles looked at Edgar. “Would you prefer your car or the small shed further this way?” Charles pointed in front of them and he knew, there was no point in asking other than common-courtesy, that Edgar would want the shed.
“The shed please.” Edgar said politely but Charles could feel the impatience, the annoyance, the frustration and the warring lust rolling around in the older man. He suppressed a smile, choosing instead to smile, and set off silently towards the shed.
It only took them a couple of minutes to reach it, but it seemed that those few minutes took all of Edgar’s patience, because as Charles turned to the older man; after having opened the shed door and held it open, Edgar shoved Charles hard in the chest and sent him crashing into the inner-wall of the shed.
Colliding with the wall with an audible ‘thump’ Charles stared at Edgar, mock-fear in his eyes, as he watched the older man step inside and close the door behind him. It was good thing that the roof to the side was all but gone otherwise Charles wouldn’t have had a hope in hell of seeing dear old Edgar. Leaning against the wall, his chest heaving, Charles listened and watched the faint outline of the other man coming towards him.
Edgar reached out and wrapped a large, meaty hand around the base of Charles’ throat. Instinctively Charles threw a thought at the man. ‘Do not choke.’ And the grip on his throat remained politely loose and was of absolutely no threat to him whatsoever.
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“Guess you want the full service then.” Charles dared to say, letting his words flutter nervously as Edgar stared at him with a dark gaze. ‘Though if you keep thinking you’ll take whatever I give without paying, that might change soon.’ Charles thought as he saw the cogs in Edgar’s head turning.
Edgar didn’t reply, not verbally at least, but moved his hand away from Charles’ throat to grip his shoulder. A leg came out and kicked Charles in the shin, causing him to lose his balance, and Edgar used the opening to push him down to his knees. ‘Blow-job first. Different, but not unusual.’ Charles looked up at Edgar, listening to the sound of the man rapidly fumbling with his belt buckle.
He managed to undo the belt and his fly, leaving Charles to the rest and with steady hands Charles reached up and freed the man’s cock from its material restraint.
“Suck me off.” Edgar intoned, his words low and harsh, ragged, and Charles obeyed without hesitation. Licking a long stripe down the man’s average-sized cock Charles found himself amused by the sharp gasp from the older man. “Stop playing games you faggot and suck me off.” Edgar growled and he grabbed the back of Charles’ head, his hands twisting in the brown locks, and he dragged Charles’ face forward until he had no choice but to take Edgar’s cock in his mouth.
It wasn’t by any means pretty, or comfortable, but Charles didn’t stop the man, didn’t push him away with a thought. Instead he deep-throated him and chuckled as Edgar gripped his hair painfully tight and let out a quiet. “Fuck yes.”
Hollowing out his cheeks, he ran his tongue underneath Edgar’s cock, let his teeth graze the sensitive flesh, and he slipped a hand inside Edgar’s trousers, using it to fondle the man’s balls in the process. He did ask for the full service afterall. Suddenly, without warning, Edgar’s hips snapped forward and Charles choked on the cock in his mouth, tried to move back so he could breath, but Edgar gripped his hair and stopped him.
Forcing himself to calm down and breath through his nose, Charles sent a quick thought, disguised as a subconscious choice on Edgar’s part to let go of his hair. Edgar’s hand fell away from his hair and Charles took the moment to move back until his lips were just on the tip of his cock. Using his tongue, he teases the slit of Edgar’s cock, twisting the tip of his tongue just right and Edgar let out a growl of want.
Grabbing Charles by the shoulders the other man pulled him away from his cock and shoved him back against the wall. Before Charles could re-organise himself, Edgar was roughly turning him around and pushing up against his exposed back. In the crevice of his arse Charles could fell Edgar’s cock, hard and weeping, pushing and straining.
‘Calm your mind.’ Charles thought to himself as he felt and heard Edgar’s hands tugging at his tight jeans, one of those large meaty hands sliding around his waist to undo his zipper and belt buckle. He could feel the other man’s hot breath on his neck, could feel all the wanton desire inside him, the desire to fuck him till he screamed, the desire to make him beg for mercy, the anger and the aggression mixing and morphing itself into lust and passion. Cold air hit the back of his thighs and Charles realised the man had managed to get his jeans undone and down to his knees. He wasn’t worried. He was in control even if Edgar didn’t know it.
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