You'd probably be a woman of the mid-afternoon, because you can't be arsed to wake up before then.
I have only one thing to say about this fic and that is: oh god why have I done this. (But as usual I am going to blame badplanmobile.)
So. Uh. X-Men.
Title: Overload
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Summary: Charles discovers a new use for telepathy. And, very shortly afterwards, why it's a bit dangerous.
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Rating/Warnings: I'm gonna call this R because even though it is not graphic, it's very... evocative? Evocative might be the word I want. Mind-sex, gratuitous first-person present-tense, and italics abuse (as usual).
Disclaimer: Not in any way related to Marvel or X-Men or any of the people involved and oh god I'm so sorry.
The thing I admire about Erik-
One of the things I admire about Erik, because God knows there are a great many of those-
One of the many things I admire about Erik is the incredible focus his mind is capable of. And to feel that mind focused so entirely on me- it’s, well, it’s quite frankly astounding. I can’t resist taking a closer look. I can’t resist knowing what his mind looks like during- when he’s- at a time like this.
It’s beautiful. All his anger, his pain, subsumed in- what is it? Pleasure? Of a sort, anyway, the pleasure of giving pleasure, but it’s strange to me because it’s strange to him. And even in this new strange emotion, his focus is compelling. I couldn’t look away now even if I wanted to.
There’s a question in his eyes are you ready and I’ve answered, I realize, before it reaches his lips. He moves into me. And I move into him.
He knows I’m here of course and suddenly his mind is open to me. I have no doubt that he has strong control over this part of himself, the part behind the focus, but now he opens it for me to see. Everything else is words, thoughts, pictures. This is different.
This is color and sound, light and texture and temperature, all the pieces that make up sensation. This is a quick rush of breath, deep shadows and glimmers of light, skin and cloth and metal, rich grey and warm brown and shining blue, silver like steel, red like blood.
And we move together, both sliding deeper into each other. God. Yes. It’s- it’s more than anything I’ve felt, his thoughts are physical sensations, mind and body, I can’t sort out one from the other. I am not we are not in control. Focus. His focus is unraveling, light and sound around the edges, heat and breath and motion. He has lost himself in me and I am losing myself in him.
Colors brighten and combine so close, so close into white, sound builds and resolves into breath and a voice and I cannot tell if it’s mine or his or if it matters, mind and body, all the same, thoughts and touch, all I can do all we can do is hold on and let them move me
thoughts and touch, around me inside me holding me up, hold on hold on yes oh God oh God ah mein Gott
breath touch light hold on
I can’t yes you
going to yes
yes
he
I
When I regain my senses, Erik pretends the hand on my temple was just stroking my hair. He grins at me. I love seeing him smile.
“Too much for you, my friend?”
I manage a smile back, and cover his hand with mine. “Never.” But of course he knows.
So. Uh. X-Men.
Title: Overload
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Summary: Charles discovers a new use for telepathy. And, very shortly afterwards, why it's a bit dangerous.
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Rating/Warnings: I'm gonna call this R because even though it is not graphic, it's very... evocative? Evocative might be the word I want. Mind-sex, gratuitous first-person present-tense, and italics abuse (as usual).
Disclaimer: Not in any way related to Marvel or X-Men or any of the people involved and oh god I'm so sorry.
The thing I admire about Erik-
One of the things I admire about Erik, because God knows there are a great many of those-
One of the many things I admire about Erik is the incredible focus his mind is capable of. And to feel that mind focused so entirely on me- it’s, well, it’s quite frankly astounding. I can’t resist taking a closer look. I can’t resist knowing what his mind looks like during- when he’s- at a time like this.
It’s beautiful. All his anger, his pain, subsumed in- what is it? Pleasure? Of a sort, anyway, the pleasure of giving pleasure, but it’s strange to me because it’s strange to him. And even in this new strange emotion, his focus is compelling. I couldn’t look away now even if I wanted to.
There’s a question in his eyes are you ready and I’ve answered, I realize, before it reaches his lips. He moves into me. And I move into him.
He knows I’m here of course and suddenly his mind is open to me. I have no doubt that he has strong control over this part of himself, the part behind the focus, but now he opens it for me to see. Everything else is words, thoughts, pictures. This is different.
This is color and sound, light and texture and temperature, all the pieces that make up sensation. This is a quick rush of breath, deep shadows and glimmers of light, skin and cloth and metal, rich grey and warm brown and shining blue, silver like steel, red like blood.
And we move together, both sliding deeper into each other. God. Yes. It’s- it’s more than anything I’ve felt, his thoughts are physical sensations, mind and body, I can’t sort out one from the other. I am not we are not in control. Focus. His focus is unraveling, light and sound around the edges, heat and breath and motion. He has lost himself in me and I am losing myself in him.
Colors brighten and combine so close, so close into white, sound builds and resolves into breath and a voice and I cannot tell if it’s mine or his or if it matters, mind and body, all the same, thoughts and touch, all I can do all we can do is hold on and let them move me
thoughts and touch, around me inside me holding me up, hold on hold on yes oh God oh God ah mein Gott
breath touch light hold on
I can’t yes you
going to yes
yes
he
I
When I regain my senses, Erik pretends the hand on my temple was just stroking my hair. He grins at me. I love seeing him smile.
“Too much for you, my friend?”
I manage a smile back, and cover his hand with mine. “Never.” But of course he knows.