Sep 15, 2015 21:01
fandom: teen wolf,
huzzah,
fandom: blood ties,
fandom: dcu,
fandom: mcu,
fandom: person of interest,
fandom: 00q,
fandom: merlin,
all the fests all of the time,
fandom: x-men,
fandom: jericho,
fandom: the man from u.n.c.l.e,
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When it nears time for them to spend their first pair-bonded season together, it's Charles who goes into rut, first.
The smell, when Erik enters the bedroom, is overwhelming. The sharp scent of sweat and alpha is appealing, Erik admits. But then, he's wired to like it now, after Charles claimed him during his last heat. He's bonded, and this should be good. It should be everything he wants.
"Erik," Charles growls at Erik from the bed. He's flushed, sweating heavily, the strong fevers of rut burning through him.
Erik strips as he walks to the bed, watching Charles. Though he's not in heat yet, it's only a matter of time. Charles's pheromones will stir up his own, now that they've bonded; it was mere luck (biological compatibility, Charles had claimed, but a rutting alpha will say anything) that Erik fell in heat the same time Charles went into season, last year.
He breathes deeply, waiting for Charles to pull him over, to manhandle Erik into position like he would late-heat last year. He's got the claim to it, now. Erik shivers, waiting for it, but all Charles does is prop himself up on his elbows and stare up at Erik.
His eyes are a little unfocused, and his breath is loud as he takes in Erik's scent, and like this--like this, the curve of his neck is a delicious thing, strong and marked only by freckles.
"Erik?" Charles asks, blinking. Shaking his head, Erik crawls onto the mattress, and curls up against Charles's side.
"Nothing," he mutters, pushing his face up against the burning heat of Charles's neck. "Come on, go ahead with it."
Charles makes a shaky, uncertain laugh. "'Get on with it?' Erik, I'm not--" he rolls over to face Erik, and Erik can't help noticing how careful he is, keeping his hips--the heavy, swollen weight of his prick--at a distance.
He reaches one hand over, and pets slowly over the back of Erik's neck. The skin there is scarred, and heavily, and Erik's just thankful alphas scar you where you can't see it. Charles's touch is warm, and gentle, and he doesn't skirt any of the marks--he traces just as sweetly over the repeated brutal marks of Erik's young heats as he does the delicate imprint he left, last year.
Erik is frozen, waiting, wishing his body didn't respond so automatically to Charles's touch.
"We don't need to do anything," Charles breathes, petting over and over, "whatever you want, Erik. Anything."
"And if I don't want--" Erik starts, before hesitating.
If I don't want you to bite me again?, he's thinking. Immediately, he can sense Charles's shock--why would I, we're bonded already?, Charles sends. Flustered, Erik struggles not to draw back. How many times had he sworn to Charles that he was no different than any other omega, that he wasn't damaged, that he'd never expect anything but the normal baseline alpha stupidity out of Charles during a season? Staring at Charles's neck, he asks the question at first as distraction.
"--If I want to bite you?"
If he's shocked, if the suggestion offends his precious upper-class alpha-school manners, Charles does a good job of hiding it. All he does is lower his gaze, shyly; almost in omega fashion.
"Then, by all means," he says. There's nothing omega about his voice, though--low and gravelly with rut, Erik groans a little, feeling himself clench at the mere suggestion.
"You don't mean that," Erik growls, already nuzzling again at the skin of Charles's neck, dizzy with the first rush of heat.
"Why not?" Charles asks, showing throat, "After all, I'm just as much yours as you're mine," and Erik finds he can't argue with that.
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I want more more more of this delicious story!
And how on earth have you managed to pack SO MUCH of a backstory and emotions into smth this small? Magic!
I - yes - what asya_ana 's McAvoy gif says.
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