Two ficlets from the same AU [Cherik]
Title: The one with the vampire
Author: traumschwinge
Wordcount: 450
Characters: Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr
Pairing: Cherik
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Universe: Alternate - Modern, Alternate - Vampires
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Blooddrinking
Summary: Vampire!Charles drinks the blood of his human boyfriend Erik for the first time.
A/N: Written vor Widgenstain@tumblr
"You're sure this is all right with you?" Charles asked for what felt like the hundredth time.
Erik ran a hand through his hair. He couldn't help feeling nervous about this whole situation. He'd never asked for this when he had begun to date Charles. His hands felt sweaty. He tried to rub them dry on his slacks but it didn't help much.
"Of course I am," Erik sighed. "How would I not be? I want you to do this, Charles. I trust you, Schatz."
He brushed back the sleeve of his turtle neck to bare his lower arm. Charles took his arm, his fingers cold against Erik's skin. He always felt much too cold. Erik covered his eyes with his free arm. He took a deep breath.
"Ready whenever you are," he sighed. His heart beat so fast he had no doubt Charles wouldn't have any trouble drinking as much as he wanted to. "Just promise me that I won't bleed to death." He bit his lower lip for adding that. He was sure if he had had the strength to look at Charles right now, his lover would have looked hurt.
Luckily, Charles didn't say anything to that. Instead, he kissed Erik's pulse, cold lips against heated skin. The touch tingled, not unpleasantly, but not entirely comfortable either. "I promise you to be careful, Erik," Charles whispered. His breath ghosted over Erik's skin and caused him to shiver a little. "Trust me."
"Always," Erik sighed.
He could feel sharp teeth breaching his skin. He forced himself to remain calm. His hands still clenched to fists. But it felt eerily good. He was even starting to feel a little light headed. And Charles lips seemed to grow warmer with every gulp of blood.
Erik had no idea how much time had passed when Charles gently pulled his arm away from his eyes. "Darling, are you alright?" Charles asked. He sounded genuinely concerned, even to Erik's fuzzy mind. "Talk to me, my dear."
Erik leaned against Charles' chest. Sitting up was exhausting. "I'm fine, don't worry," he murmured against Charles' chest. "I just need a moment or two."
Charles' arms wrapped around him and held him close. "Any time you need, dear," he said. He gently petted Erik's hair. "I love you so much."
"Me too," Erik murmured. He'd really like to go to sleep any time soon. He still raised his head when Charles put a hand below his chin to make him look up. Their lips met in a sweet kiss.
"You have no idea how much this means to me," Charles whispered against Erik's lips.
Erik might have disagreed. He could still taste himself on Charles' lips.
Title: The other one where the vampire meets the mortal
Wordcount: 1827
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None
Summary: Vampire!Charles meets Erik. Two nights later, he apologizes and they might have a date.
Erik woke to the sound of his window being opened. He was sure he had locked it before he had gone to bed, but there was no mistaking that sound. He wondered if it was too late to jump out of bed and grab something, anything he could use as a weapon.
Before he had reached any decision on the topic, the sound stopped and was replaced by the rustling of fabric. He couldn't hear any breath but his own, which was odd. There was someone breaking into his bedroom through the window on the sixth floor, a window, nonetheless that wasn't accessible from the fire escape.
He tensed and carefully turned in his head. There was a heavy, hardcover book on his nightstand. He could use it as a weapon. He opened one eye. He could see a pair of shoes coming closer, stepping up to his head. It were nice shoes, Erik noticed. He could still be half asleep if he cared for that. When the intruder came to a stop, Erik held his breath for a moment.
When nothing happened, he started to grow uncomfortable. Then there was the sound, an intaking of breath, as if the intruder was sniffing. That was about it for Erik. He grabbed the book and smashed it against what he hoped was the intruder's head. He didn't waste a moment to jump out of bed and to the door, ready to run for the kitchen to find himself a better weapon.
He still took a minute to stare at the intruder, who was hunched over holding his nose beside Erik's bed. He was somewhat smaller than Erik had thought. And much nicer dressed in his dress pants and dark coat. In the insufficient lighting, he couldn't make out any colors but he'd guess the intruder had dark hair.
Against every instinct, Erik hissed, “What the hell are you doing in my bedroom?”
“I thought you were asleep,” the man groaned. His voice sounded much younger than Erik would have guessed as well.
“That doesn't answer my question,” Erik growled. “Get out of here right now, before I call the police!”
The guy straightened a little. “Seriously, this is not how I planned this to go.” Erik was almost certain that the intruder was now glaring at him. “You should have been fast asleep!”
“So you could do what?” Erik was inching backwards now, closer to the telephone and the solid iron reading lamp next to the couch. One leap and he would have it ready to smash the intruder's skull with it.
“Drink your blood?” the intruder murmured. He even made it a question so Erik knew he must know how ridiculous this sounded.
“Okay, I'm calling the police,” Erik decided. He took the few steps to where his cell phone was sitting on the kitchen counter and reached for it behind his back. “You're insane.”
In the flash of a moment, the intruder jumped over the bed and ran to Erik. All Erik could do before he was thrown to the ground was raise his arms to protect his face, and hopefully enough his neck as well. He'd never thought there really would be vampires outside of one kind or another of bloody stupid romantic stories.
“I'm afraid I can't let you do that,” the intruder whispered. “So if you would just stop struggling and just let me...” A very cold hand grabbed Erik's wrist and pulled it carefully away from Erik's face. It was surprisingly strong, not that Erik was surprised anymore. He was terrified.
And terrified never failed to make Erik angrier than anything.
With all his strength, he punched the intruder-Erik still couldn't believe it was a vampire-with his free left hand. He hit his nose and heard a very satisfying crack. It did not enough to get the intruder off him but it was a start.
The vampire growled lowly in his throat. “Stop fighting,” he hissed. “If you wouldn't fight back, I would be done with you by now.”
“If I didn't fight,” Erik hissed back. “I would be dead. Go find somebody else to drain of his blood!”
“I wouldn't kill you,” the vampire whined. It sounded almost desperate. “I'm just so hungry. Please, only a little. Half a liter. That would be enough and not enough to kill you. Please...”
“Get off me!” Erik shoved against the vampire's chest. Surprisingly, this was enough to push him off this time. Erik used the short moment of confusion to get back up on his feet and behind the kitchen counter, reaching for the longest knife in the knife-block. He held it in front of his body, ready to defend himself.
The vampire stared up at him for a second, before he seemed to reach a decision. He sighed, got to his feet as well and brushed imaginary dust off his trousers. With a last wistful look, he turned around and walked back into Erik's bedroom, where he must have climbed out of the window because when Erik later returned to the room, armed with the knife and a bottle of whiskey to soothe his nerves, he was nowhere to be found.
Erik wished back than that he would have seen the last of that vampire.
-
It wasn't, however. Two nights later, Erik was woken by a faint knock at his window. He sat up in his bed, read to reach for the knife he was now keeping at his nightstand-he had yet to find the time to get himself a proper stake and just hated the idea of keeping garlic right next to his bed. But instead of opening the window, the vampire knocked again. Erik cursed.
Then he cursed some more, most of those directed at his own stupidity, as he raised his voice to call out to the vampire, “Come in, I know I don't have to bother getting up, you can let yourself in.”
“I'm sorry for my behavior the last time we...met,” the vampire said when he was standing in the middle of Erik's bedroom. Erik had turned on the light on his nightstand and was secretly admiring the vampire's body. He looked almost...cute, if it weren't for the whole blood drinking thing.
“Go on,” Erik said when he had realized that the vampire was apparently done talking without really saying anything.
“With what?” The vampire blinked.
“Well, you being sorry for your behavior can't be the only thing that brings you here, can it?” Erik crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I wanted to at least know why you picked me. Coincidence? Are you stupid? Or do you just not like easy targets?”
The vampire shrugged at that. “Your blood smells nice,” he said.
Erik couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at that. “My blood...?” He sighed. “Okay, that sounds just as insane as anything.” Still, he appreciated the vampire being honest. And while they were at it... it was weird to call him the vampire all the time. “What's your name?”
“I'm...” The vampire hesitated for a moment. “You can call me Charles, I guess, that's what my family does, anyway.”
“Good evening, Charles, I'm Erik,” Erik couldn't stop himself from grinning. The poor boy was probably a couple of hundred years old and still he now looked positively flustered. “I hope knowing your dinner's name doesn't ruin your appetite.”
At this remark, Charles' eyes opened in shock and his hands flew up in a defensive gesture. “Oh, no, nononono, that's not why I came here this time,” he hurried to say. “I already have eaten, I promise, I just came here to say I'm sorry.”
Erik laughed. He couldn't believe a vampire could be like this. He'd always imagined undead, elegant predators, not a stuttering, flustering young men.
“You know,” Erik drawled out. “I have an idea how you could make it up to me.” It was impossible to overlook how gorgeous Charles looked. Erik had to wonder why he hadn't just used his looks to pick up somebody to drink his or her blood during or after they had sex. He himself surely would have fallen for that.
“What kind of idea?” Charles sounded suspicious.
“You and I, dinner,” Erik grinned. “And if I decide that I liked it, I'll take you back to my place, and you can...” He shrugged noncommittally. “You know.”
Charles eyes widened. “You mean like a date?”
Erik nodded.
“But I attacked you in your sleep!”
“You attacked me in my bed, I'm sure I broke your nose and I can assure you, that's the only damage done that night.” He must have become insane overnight. That was the only explanation he had for asking a vampire out. And sort of inviting him to drink his blood for desert.
“But...” Charles seemed to be thinking of other objections, but then let out a sigh. “Fine. Just don't bring a vampire hunter or werewolf.”
Erik laughed. “Seriously? I don't even know any,” he said.
“Where and when?” Charles asked. He almost looked like he was pouting. Erik bit his lip for thinking that this was adorable.
“Your call,” he said. “Text me or, I don't know, leave a message at my windowsill, whatever vampires do, when you've decided.”
Charles rolled his eyes. “I'm well capable of using a cell phone, young man,” he snorted, but he didn't sound angry. When he stepped closer to Erik, he was even smiling. When Erik arched an eyebrow at that, he explained, “I can't text you without your number. So, if you'd please?”
Erik grinned to himself as he jotted down his number for Charles. If he had become insane then be it. He had been lonely for more than a year and had been for a long time even before that when he just hadn't realized it. And now there was a very handsome young-looking man in his bedroom. In his book, things were looking up, even though just a little bit.
Charles was smiling as well, when he securely tucked the note into his suit jacket. “I should have done this from the start,” he murmured.
“Yeah, probably, it would have been a lot easier just to ask me out and then break the whole vampire thing to me easily,” Erik said.
Charles shook his head. “There's no easy way for that.” He sounded a little sad. “Anyway, I'll call you. Text you. Whatever. See you soon?”
Erik nodded. He got out of bed when Charles walked back over to the window. For a brief moment, he was tempted to hug Charles, but in the end, he decided on a rather awkward pat of his shoulder. “See you soon.”
Charles shot him a smile, before he climbed back out the window and dropped down into the night.
Later in bed, Erik asked himself if he really should be happy about an upcoming date with an adorable vampire.
Author: traumschwinge
Wordcount: 450
Characters: Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr
Pairing: Cherik
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Universe: Alternate - Modern, Alternate - Vampires
Rating: Teen
Warnings: Blooddrinking
Summary: Vampire!Charles drinks the blood of his human boyfriend Erik for the first time.
A/N: Written vor Widgenstain@tumblr
"You're sure this is all right with you?" Charles asked for what felt like the hundredth time.
Erik ran a hand through his hair. He couldn't help feeling nervous about this whole situation. He'd never asked for this when he had begun to date Charles. His hands felt sweaty. He tried to rub them dry on his slacks but it didn't help much.
"Of course I am," Erik sighed. "How would I not be? I want you to do this, Charles. I trust you, Schatz."
He brushed back the sleeve of his turtle neck to bare his lower arm. Charles took his arm, his fingers cold against Erik's skin. He always felt much too cold. Erik covered his eyes with his free arm. He took a deep breath.
"Ready whenever you are," he sighed. His heart beat so fast he had no doubt Charles wouldn't have any trouble drinking as much as he wanted to. "Just promise me that I won't bleed to death." He bit his lower lip for adding that. He was sure if he had had the strength to look at Charles right now, his lover would have looked hurt.
Luckily, Charles didn't say anything to that. Instead, he kissed Erik's pulse, cold lips against heated skin. The touch tingled, not unpleasantly, but not entirely comfortable either. "I promise you to be careful, Erik," Charles whispered. His breath ghosted over Erik's skin and caused him to shiver a little. "Trust me."
"Always," Erik sighed.
He could feel sharp teeth breaching his skin. He forced himself to remain calm. His hands still clenched to fists. But it felt eerily good. He was even starting to feel a little light headed. And Charles lips seemed to grow warmer with every gulp of blood.
Erik had no idea how much time had passed when Charles gently pulled his arm away from his eyes. "Darling, are you alright?" Charles asked. He sounded genuinely concerned, even to Erik's fuzzy mind. "Talk to me, my dear."
Erik leaned against Charles' chest. Sitting up was exhausting. "I'm fine, don't worry," he murmured against Charles' chest. "I just need a moment or two."
Charles' arms wrapped around him and held him close. "Any time you need, dear," he said. He gently petted Erik's hair. "I love you so much."
"Me too," Erik murmured. He'd really like to go to sleep any time soon. He still raised his head when Charles put a hand below his chin to make him look up. Their lips met in a sweet kiss.
"You have no idea how much this means to me," Charles whispered against Erik's lips.
Erik might have disagreed. He could still taste himself on Charles' lips.
Title: The other one where the vampire meets the mortal
Wordcount: 1827
Rating: Teen
Warnings: None
Summary: Vampire!Charles meets Erik. Two nights later, he apologizes and they might have a date.
Erik woke to the sound of his window being opened. He was sure he had locked it before he had gone to bed, but there was no mistaking that sound. He wondered if it was too late to jump out of bed and grab something, anything he could use as a weapon.
Before he had reached any decision on the topic, the sound stopped and was replaced by the rustling of fabric. He couldn't hear any breath but his own, which was odd. There was someone breaking into his bedroom through the window on the sixth floor, a window, nonetheless that wasn't accessible from the fire escape.
He tensed and carefully turned in his head. There was a heavy, hardcover book on his nightstand. He could use it as a weapon. He opened one eye. He could see a pair of shoes coming closer, stepping up to his head. It were nice shoes, Erik noticed. He could still be half asleep if he cared for that. When the intruder came to a stop, Erik held his breath for a moment.
When nothing happened, he started to grow uncomfortable. Then there was the sound, an intaking of breath, as if the intruder was sniffing. That was about it for Erik. He grabbed the book and smashed it against what he hoped was the intruder's head. He didn't waste a moment to jump out of bed and to the door, ready to run for the kitchen to find himself a better weapon.
He still took a minute to stare at the intruder, who was hunched over holding his nose beside Erik's bed. He was somewhat smaller than Erik had thought. And much nicer dressed in his dress pants and dark coat. In the insufficient lighting, he couldn't make out any colors but he'd guess the intruder had dark hair.
Against every instinct, Erik hissed, “What the hell are you doing in my bedroom?”
“I thought you were asleep,” the man groaned. His voice sounded much younger than Erik would have guessed as well.
“That doesn't answer my question,” Erik growled. “Get out of here right now, before I call the police!”
The guy straightened a little. “Seriously, this is not how I planned this to go.” Erik was almost certain that the intruder was now glaring at him. “You should have been fast asleep!”
“So you could do what?” Erik was inching backwards now, closer to the telephone and the solid iron reading lamp next to the couch. One leap and he would have it ready to smash the intruder's skull with it.
“Drink your blood?” the intruder murmured. He even made it a question so Erik knew he must know how ridiculous this sounded.
“Okay, I'm calling the police,” Erik decided. He took the few steps to where his cell phone was sitting on the kitchen counter and reached for it behind his back. “You're insane.”
In the flash of a moment, the intruder jumped over the bed and ran to Erik. All Erik could do before he was thrown to the ground was raise his arms to protect his face, and hopefully enough his neck as well. He'd never thought there really would be vampires outside of one kind or another of bloody stupid romantic stories.
“I'm afraid I can't let you do that,” the intruder whispered. “So if you would just stop struggling and just let me...” A very cold hand grabbed Erik's wrist and pulled it carefully away from Erik's face. It was surprisingly strong, not that Erik was surprised anymore. He was terrified.
And terrified never failed to make Erik angrier than anything.
With all his strength, he punched the intruder-Erik still couldn't believe it was a vampire-with his free left hand. He hit his nose and heard a very satisfying crack. It did not enough to get the intruder off him but it was a start.
The vampire growled lowly in his throat. “Stop fighting,” he hissed. “If you wouldn't fight back, I would be done with you by now.”
“If I didn't fight,” Erik hissed back. “I would be dead. Go find somebody else to drain of his blood!”
“I wouldn't kill you,” the vampire whined. It sounded almost desperate. “I'm just so hungry. Please, only a little. Half a liter. That would be enough and not enough to kill you. Please...”
“Get off me!” Erik shoved against the vampire's chest. Surprisingly, this was enough to push him off this time. Erik used the short moment of confusion to get back up on his feet and behind the kitchen counter, reaching for the longest knife in the knife-block. He held it in front of his body, ready to defend himself.
The vampire stared up at him for a second, before he seemed to reach a decision. He sighed, got to his feet as well and brushed imaginary dust off his trousers. With a last wistful look, he turned around and walked back into Erik's bedroom, where he must have climbed out of the window because when Erik later returned to the room, armed with the knife and a bottle of whiskey to soothe his nerves, he was nowhere to be found.
Erik wished back than that he would have seen the last of that vampire.
-
It wasn't, however. Two nights later, Erik was woken by a faint knock at his window. He sat up in his bed, read to reach for the knife he was now keeping at his nightstand-he had yet to find the time to get himself a proper stake and just hated the idea of keeping garlic right next to his bed. But instead of opening the window, the vampire knocked again. Erik cursed.
Then he cursed some more, most of those directed at his own stupidity, as he raised his voice to call out to the vampire, “Come in, I know I don't have to bother getting up, you can let yourself in.”
“I'm sorry for my behavior the last time we...met,” the vampire said when he was standing in the middle of Erik's bedroom. Erik had turned on the light on his nightstand and was secretly admiring the vampire's body. He looked almost...cute, if it weren't for the whole blood drinking thing.
“Go on,” Erik said when he had realized that the vampire was apparently done talking without really saying anything.
“With what?” The vampire blinked.
“Well, you being sorry for your behavior can't be the only thing that brings you here, can it?” Erik crossed his arms in front of his chest. “I wanted to at least know why you picked me. Coincidence? Are you stupid? Or do you just not like easy targets?”
The vampire shrugged at that. “Your blood smells nice,” he said.
Erik couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at that. “My blood...?” He sighed. “Okay, that sounds just as insane as anything.” Still, he appreciated the vampire being honest. And while they were at it... it was weird to call him the vampire all the time. “What's your name?”
“I'm...” The vampire hesitated for a moment. “You can call me Charles, I guess, that's what my family does, anyway.”
“Good evening, Charles, I'm Erik,” Erik couldn't stop himself from grinning. The poor boy was probably a couple of hundred years old and still he now looked positively flustered. “I hope knowing your dinner's name doesn't ruin your appetite.”
At this remark, Charles' eyes opened in shock and his hands flew up in a defensive gesture. “Oh, no, nononono, that's not why I came here this time,” he hurried to say. “I already have eaten, I promise, I just came here to say I'm sorry.”
Erik laughed. He couldn't believe a vampire could be like this. He'd always imagined undead, elegant predators, not a stuttering, flustering young men.
“You know,” Erik drawled out. “I have an idea how you could make it up to me.” It was impossible to overlook how gorgeous Charles looked. Erik had to wonder why he hadn't just used his looks to pick up somebody to drink his or her blood during or after they had sex. He himself surely would have fallen for that.
“What kind of idea?” Charles sounded suspicious.
“You and I, dinner,” Erik grinned. “And if I decide that I liked it, I'll take you back to my place, and you can...” He shrugged noncommittally. “You know.”
Charles eyes widened. “You mean like a date?”
Erik nodded.
“But I attacked you in your sleep!”
“You attacked me in my bed, I'm sure I broke your nose and I can assure you, that's the only damage done that night.” He must have become insane overnight. That was the only explanation he had for asking a vampire out. And sort of inviting him to drink his blood for desert.
“But...” Charles seemed to be thinking of other objections, but then let out a sigh. “Fine. Just don't bring a vampire hunter or werewolf.”
Erik laughed. “Seriously? I don't even know any,” he said.
“Where and when?” Charles asked. He almost looked like he was pouting. Erik bit his lip for thinking that this was adorable.
“Your call,” he said. “Text me or, I don't know, leave a message at my windowsill, whatever vampires do, when you've decided.”
Charles rolled his eyes. “I'm well capable of using a cell phone, young man,” he snorted, but he didn't sound angry. When he stepped closer to Erik, he was even smiling. When Erik arched an eyebrow at that, he explained, “I can't text you without your number. So, if you'd please?”
Erik grinned to himself as he jotted down his number for Charles. If he had become insane then be it. He had been lonely for more than a year and had been for a long time even before that when he just hadn't realized it. And now there was a very handsome young-looking man in his bedroom. In his book, things were looking up, even though just a little bit.
Charles was smiling as well, when he securely tucked the note into his suit jacket. “I should have done this from the start,” he murmured.
“Yeah, probably, it would have been a lot easier just to ask me out and then break the whole vampire thing to me easily,” Erik said.
Charles shook his head. “There's no easy way for that.” He sounded a little sad. “Anyway, I'll call you. Text you. Whatever. See you soon?”
Erik nodded. He got out of bed when Charles walked back over to the window. For a brief moment, he was tempted to hug Charles, but in the end, he decided on a rather awkward pat of his shoulder. “See you soon.”
Charles shot him a smile, before he climbed back out the window and dropped down into the night.
Later in bed, Erik asked himself if he really should be happy about an upcoming date with an adorable vampire.