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ROUND ONE
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‘Remembered my manners. I said please!’ Charles insisted. ‘Asked sweetly and brain did it. You couldn’t force the coin down because…’ Charles spread his hands like starfish on the surface of the water. ‘I didn’t want you to.’
Erik grew power-hungry, imagining the potential. ‘That’s incredible. You can control another mutant’s power and they couldn’t even stop you. How far does it extend? What about physical mutations, like Mystique’s or Beast’s?’
Charles gave him a curious look as he scrubbed the cloth over his chest.
‘I mean, uh,’ feeling ridiculous, Erik corrected himself. ‘Teddy.’
‘Teddy…’ Charles cocked his head and closed his eyes. ‘Teddy is special, can control brain but that would limit his intellect. Could influence special feet…’ He nodded and opened his eyes. He smiled seductively and licked his lips. ‘You’ll find I can be very persuasive.’
The instant attraction and desire that shot through Erik’s gut couldn’t possibly be just from the lustful expression that shapes Charles’ features. He reeled back, breathing sharply and staring in confusion.
‘Sorry, sorry.’ Charles stammered, his cheeks and neck and chest flushing pink from embarrassment. He gathered some bubbles floating in the water and drew them closer to cover his crotch.
‘What the hell was that?’ Erik demanded. He refused to admit his voice was gruffer than usual.
‘Sorry, Red and Blue are…’ Charles trailed off and looked away like a shy schoolboy. ‘Downstairs. Together.’
Understanding clicked in Erik’s mind and he couldn’t help but chuckle. Charles glared at him indignantly. ‘Not funny!’ he insisted. ‘This is why I asked for the helmet.’
‘Asked?’ Erik repeated, remembering the traumatic memories that Charles had called to the surface and lashing out in anger.
Charles chewed his impossibly red bottom lip and gave an apologetic shrug.
‘You manipulated me.’ Erik realised.
Charles nodded slowly. ‘Sorry.’
‘Sorry?’ Erik said, his voice low and dangerous. ‘You force me to recall the dogs and the trains and all you can say is sorry?’
His anger obviously upset Charles, who started sobbing hot wet tears. ‘I just needed the emptrywrong, wanted the silence. You were taking me to Teddy and Red and Blue and the Ice Lady and it’s getting very, very crowded!’ He cried.
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