Its the night before Cuba ... with a few differences. [Closed!]
Characters: Erik Lehnsherr oxidantshappen and Charles Xavier excessivehubris
Location: X-Parents apartment
Planet: Coruscant
When: Before shipping out, after this bit of news
What: Having exhausted themselves with bedroom acrobatics, talking actually.
Rating: R for post coital comments and possibly language
( You really could do that with a feather. )
Location: X-Parents apartment
Planet: Coruscant
When: Before shipping out, after this bit of news
What: Having exhausted themselves with bedroom acrobatics, talking actually.
Rating: R for post coital comments and possibly language
( You really could do that with a feather. )
Pleased as Erik was for the moment, seated on the floor besides the other man's head, he couldn't actually recall the reason why his ability to speak English had taken a turn for the worse. Charles had distracted him plenty enough, what with the dresser in it's current state of dismay and the bed... well Erik was grateful they at least had a larger one for the time being.
In retrospect, blowing up at the datapad had actually been a good idea for him. Not necessarily as far as accomplishing anything with the news the little object carried, but when it came to Charles, the built up frustration and anger had actually been a good thing. If the satisfied smirk on his lover's face was anything to go off on.
"Polish for the record, not Greek. I lived in Greece for two months and decided I couldn't stand the country."
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They were going to need to replace them when they returned from this support operation. Lifting an arm that felt deliciously leaden, Charles let it flop over towards Erik until he could gently squeeze the back of the man's neck with his fingers.
"I always wanted to visit Greece, for the food and the architecture," he said thoughtfully.
While Erik's anger had been impressive and disquieting to say the least, Charles did have to admit that he rather appreciated how they had worked on that anger. He might be exhausted and ache in places he did not normally ache but dear God the sex had been magnificent.
"But we are avoiding the point. How are you feeling about Captain Saffron's revelation?"
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"I suppose the question is, how am I not?"
It was one mission, and he could tolerate it, but sending in someone he barely knew (despite Saffron's own support of the woman), couldn't assess her skills and she was supposed to target Revan? "You know, I half thought I could could take his ship down from where I am right now."
After the satellite, the submarine, and of course the missiles from the Russians and Americans, it wouldn't be too far off, especially not with the amount of training he and Charles had been doing.
Dismantling the living room had only been mere practice.
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"It was ... " here he paused, drawing out just what word he wanted to use, the polite word anyway. "Difficult, learning that we would not be allowed to accompany the primary strike force."
Charles tone was calm, still a bit throaty but all the words were proper. Still Erik, of all people, could no doubt hear the edge to the telepath's voice. Though Charles was struggling to maintain his own objectivity in the situation he was obviously frustrated.
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"Difficult? More like a shit storm waiting to happen."
It wasn't like him to use such coarse words, polite and well mannered as he could be. But in the comfort of their room, particularly the comfort of Charles himself, he didn't feel obligated to play up the mannerisms.
Reaching up for Charles' hand, Erik held on tightly to the fingers as he looked up at the ceiling. He knew his own stance well enough, that despite what orders they were given, he'd follow for the time being, because the risk otherwise would be far greater. Though that didn't stop him from being concerned about Charles, whom he knew must have been facing his own difficulties.
"You're going along with their plan, I assume?"
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One might have assumed that Charles would be quick to respond in the affirmative. That he would go along with the plan like a good little soldier. Thing was, Charles did not always stick to the script himself, at least not when it came to Erik.
Florida, Russia, Cuba, each time he'd turned his back on orders, on the plan and ended up supporting Erik.
"I suppose that will depend," he said softly, turning his head to kiss Erik's neck, nose against his throat. "I will get on that ship with the intent to follow along as planned. I believe it is important, especially in a large operation like this one."
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"You sound just like me," he said softly, the barest hint of a smile on his features. Which Charles did, to an extent. Erik had gone along with the mission to Cuba, remaining by Charles' side for the same reason, because he believed it was important. But things certainly hadn't gone according to plan once Shaw had Erik in his chamber. "But you shouldn't have to go, you know that, Charles."
Not that he expected Charles to follow through, tugging on his fingers lightly as he laced them together.
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They both needed to be themselves, to balance each other though Charles could see wisdom in some of the things Erik believed in and pursued. Especially after Cuba and after many of the things he's been told by Kurt and the others.
"I went to Cuba," he said gently, simply resting his head on Erik's shoulder now and holding his hand. "I may not like to fight and I do not want to kill but I can't simply stay back here when there is an opportunity to strike such an important blow against Revan."
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He recognized that he was no fighter, no where near the physical threat of Erik, Logan, Scott or even Jean but he was not completely helpless and he had been training.
"Well, that might be where my presence will afford us some advantage," Charles offered, eyes closing with lazy contentment when those lean, strong fingers worked their way into his sweaty, disheveled hair. "I've been training and I am fairly confident I will be able to reach across ships telepathically, when we're free of hyperspace at least. It should allow me to pick up numbers if nothing more."
He paused, fingers closing around Erik's in a quick grip.
"And if we end up on separate ships, it should not be quite as problematic, if I can reach you regardless."
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"That concerned about me, Charles? I'm flattered." Erik's teasing, but there's an appreciation to Charles' words. Having him around, having Charles' presence with him mentally is something Erik has learned to tolerate, prefer almost.
"I'm not going to kill Revan," he says bitterly, returning the grip with his own, almost vice like in his anger. "Unfortunately for him. Quite a shame Saffron told me I'd be arrested if I violated her orders."
That was certainly the last thing he needed, though it was the clincher that sent him in the seething rage it took Charles a considerable amount of effort to snap him out of.
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"My friend," he said, turning his cheek so he used hard muscle as a pillow. "In the time I've known you, I've had to jump into the ocean after you, chase after you into a highly guarded, high ranking Soviet officials home and held one of the most powerful mutants I've ever encountered still for you to drive a coin through his head."
Slender fingers brushed at the short hair at Erik's temple and Charles leaned up to kiss him there.
"Yes, I am that concerned about you."
Because Erik was quickly triggered and highly reactive. Because the man had a clear picture of how he wanted things and was not at all shy about bolting into the fray to get them that way. Pushing himself up with one hand, Charles stroked Erik's shoulder, trying to encourage him up on the bed.
"I am finding it getting a bit chilly in here," translation, I'm cold and want to snuggle under the covers but the word 'snuggle' will never leave my lips.
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Said even as Erik moves, pushing himself off the floor and towards the bed seamlessly. He doesn't mind Charles' ulterior motives, obvious as they are from time to time, because all things considered, Erik would rather indulge Charles' romantic notions.
Raking his eyes over Charles' body, he shakes his head, patting down the covers before settling in. One of the advantages of sleeping in the nude meant he never had to bother to get out of bed from their love making, seguing nicely into the late night embraces.
Motioning a hand towards Charles to join him he settled in on the bed, abs flat against the mattress as he rested his head in a single pillow. "Far too concerned some times, I think. I can take care of myself."
Said even though he'll gratefully accept Charles' help from time to time, ignoring the moments when his pride refuses to cooperate.
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In fact, it was all together possible that he stretched a little beneath the rake of pale eyes, presenting himself before letting Erik get settled into the bed. Crawling in after him, Charles flicked the blankets up over them both and stretched out on his side beside his lover. Laying his head down on the pillow near the older man's shoulder, Charles stretched a hand under the blankets and began to trace idle patterns across Erik's lean back.
"You have needed my help in the past," he said as they were both well aware that Erik would have drowned that night, had Charles not jumped in and grabbed his obsessed ass. "As I have required your's."
Such as training at the manor, the wild crash of the Blackbird, which would have killed Charles had Erik not pinned him to the floor and then the missiles.
"We watch each others' back."
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He wants to say he knows, but that's a confession he doesn't like conceding to Charles, intimate as they have been for quite some time. But he does, and he appreciates Charles providing his (often unwarranted) help, appreciates the fact that they can bounce off each other easily in ways he can't with others.
Erik stretches against the touch of fingers, brushing aside the slight shiver in his spine; because Charles has always had that impact on him, a physical presence he doesn't want to let go of.
"Except I can't watch yours out there." Mumbled through lips pressed against his own arm. What, you thought Erik agreed too easily before?
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At the mumble, Charles laid his palm flat against Erik's back, brushing from between his shoulder blades, down to the taut curve of his ass.
"It really is bothering you?" He asked the question with a gentle sort of curiosity, no judgement or resentment, no assumption that this meant Erik didn't believe Charles could handle himself.
Just, genuinely wanting to get it out into the open, settled between them, before they got on those ships later.
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