THE X-MEN FIRST CLASS KINK MEME: PROMPT POST
You know why you're here. You've seen the movie. You're asking yourself, "So where was the gratuitous Emma Frost as White Queen in a corset? When did Mystique totally make it with Beast? WHY IN HEAVENS DID XAVIER AND MAGNETO NEVER MAKE OUT
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When he reclaims it even the air tastes sweet. "Yes," he has to say, and finally, surprisingly, Erik smiles, if just a little.
"I need to," Erik begins, tilting his head towards the door, and Charles nods so he doesn't have to elaborate on the images of a long walk, breathing night air, clearing his mind with the here and now; all of it is framed in a tender kind of certainty that at least for tonight he won't leave for good. "You should get some sleep."
Charles gives Erik his second best dubious look, and Erik smiles wide enough to reach both sides of his mouth and squeezes Charles's hand before letting go. Charles obediently crawls into bed as Erik dresses quickly, leaving undershirt and hat behind, and it aches a little to watch Erik walk away from him, though not as much as it buoys him when Erik turns and glances back at him before stepping out.
As Erik walks Charles stays aware of him, just enough to track him, and watches shadows and streetlights interlace across the blameless ceiling as he thinks: about what kind of man would so torment a boy, and what kind of man could reclaim himself after having been so tormented. He considers everything he learned about Erik in their ocean meeting as if he'd read a book of him at a glance, and everything Erik has lived through that Charles can never truly know.
At length, after an hour and a half of nighttime walking, Erik slips back into the room soundlessly, as if he truly thought Charles would be asleep. He stands behind Charles as he undresses, watching him breathe so intently the hair prickles on Charles's nape; then he walks around to the other side and climbs in facing Charles, who finally lets himself open his eyes and smile a greeting.
Erik narrows his eyes as he settles beneath the covers, and he takes advantage of the bed's width to keep to his own space, not touching Charles anywhere. Charles closes his eyes, balanced between childish disappointment and profound relief, when a brush of intent prickles his nerves a moment before Erik loops his fingers around Charles's wrist again, settling the pad of his thumb against a small scar on Charles's forearm from a childhood fall that broke a banister.
When Charles looks up Erik's eyes are shut, his mouth a slight downcurve echoing his annoyance with himself. "I shouldn't need this," he whispers into the breathing silence between them, and Charles's heart rises and thumps against his ribs.
"You're allowed to enjoy it," Charles murmurs in answer, curling his fingers down to brush Erik's for a moment before relaxing his hand. Erik's mouth reverses its curve as his fingers tighten gently over Charles's pulse, Charles closes his eyes for the last time that night, and that is how they fall asleep.
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