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It was a quarter to seven, and the lit fireplace cast the room in a warm, honey-coloured light. Erik furrowed his brows slightly, staring intently at the checkered board before him. He sighed irritably, glancing upwards at his opponent, who smiled at him in return. For the fourth game in a row, Charles Xavier was up a knight and a pawn, and was that a hint of smugness in his grin?
"Erik? Did you hear me? You are in check." Charles said, his tone a bit too cheerful for Erik's liking. He wasn't overly blatant about it, but Charles's self-satisfaction was far from subtle.
"I am aware of that." Erik murmured, sounding a little annoyed. Charles, as wonderful and brilliant as he was, tended to have a bit of an ego when it came to chess. Erik was willing to humour him the first few games that night, but it was beginning to grate on his nerves. A fleeting thought about shutting Charles up in an entirely inappropriate manner crossed Erik's mind as he shuffled his king one square over, and he heard a light gasp from across the table.
Erik looked up, raising an eyebrow at his companion, who seemed to flush slightly under his gaze. Coughing quietly, Charles moved his rook and swiftly announced, "Check. Also, I've skewered your king, see--"
"Yes, I see..." Erik's lips twitched slightly to reveal a fraction of a smirk, before settling back into a neutral expression. With the guise of a wandering mind, Erik clearly thought, "I'd like to skewer you, Charles. I'd like nothing more than to bend you over this table and fuck you until your throat is raw from moaning my name."
To Erik's utmost delight, Charles bit his bottom lip, and his blush darkened ever so slightly. So, the kind and noble Charles Xavier had been reading his thoughts! Erik was almost giddy with excitement, for Charles had to know by now that he had been caught, but would likely be far too proud to admit it. He slid his bishop between Charles's rook and his king, whilst envisioning the pieces scattered across the floor, and the slick, wet heat around his cock as he drove himself into Charles. Erik found himself getting hard at the idea, but watching Charles trying so desperately not to squirm in his seat was worth every second. He imagined the obscene, guttural moans of "Oh god, Erik, harder, fuck me harder," as he reached around to pump Charles's aching dick in rhythm with his own thrusting.
Charles suddenly cleared his throat, his gaze shifting from piece to piece, then to the furniture in the room, before daring to take a quick glance at his opponent. Erik sent a predatory look at Charles, while determinedly concentrating his thoughts only on the feel of Charles's sweat-slicked body underneath him, the sound of flesh slapping against flesh as he picked up his pace, the imminent climax approaching.
"Erik," Charles's voice was breathy, and he was gripping one armrest tightly, his knuckles a pale white, while his other hand moved shakily towards his king. In Erik's mind, Charles's voice echoed loudly, all but screaming his name as his come spilled over onto the expensive carpet, Erik following shortly thereafter, his come dripping down between Charles's thighs, slippery and warm.
With a slow, but deliberate movement, Charles leaned his finger across his king, pushing it over and signalling his surrender. He met Erik's gaze with a helpless intensity, willing him to crawl over the table, to smother him in kisses and grind his cock against his own. A wide grin spread over Erik's features.
"I knew it! You were cheating--"
"Shut up and fuck me, Erik."
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For the record, skewering is a legitimate and well-known tactic in chess, and is totally not as dirty as it sounds! Also, apologies to the anon who wrote A Study in Chess Tables; Erik fucking Charles over the chess table is just too damn hot not to write about.
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*glees so hard* Ngggggg this is exactly what I wanted /fans self. Thank you so much for writing this.
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Though really, Charles shouldn't be *rewarded* for being a cheating bastard ... think Erik needs to punish him some more ;]
Great fic! Hot and brainy. Thank you!
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