Second Fill 2/? -- Re: Charles/Erik Charles is poisoned
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January 24 2012, 19:30:26 UTC
"And I seem to recall you mentioning wanting me to take you apart on the hood of a car so that I can feel you through the metal?" Erik said, not understanding the issue.
"We will not have sex in a car that we are returning to the CIA," Charles said firmly.
So that was the problem? "Are you really suggesting car theft, Charles?" Erik feigned surprise.
Charles turned his head to look at Erik. And Erik saw the moment he let the seriousness slip away from the crinkle in his eyes. "Hmm, outdoors not your thing?" Charles wondered with equally feigned innocence.
And Erik pictured kneeling over a naked Charles, his hands are pressing into the sand on either side of Charles's head, staring at Charles, Charles staring at him, and he is bending to catch Charles's lips when he feels a shove against his side, Charles rolling them over, so that he is suddenly gazing up at Charles, Charles's eyes are blue as the sky behind his shoulders, his breath hot against Erik's cheek, and the rough ground is biting into Erik's back, but everything else is forgotten when Charles kisses him...
Obviously, Erik didn't (couldn't) respond. But it was upon the fact that Charles hadn't said anything either crossing his mind that Erik looked at Charles -- who was (adorably) flushed.
Listening in again? Erik thought at Charles.
You were fantasising too loudly, Charles grumbled.
Erik chuckled.
"We have to stop doing that," Charles muttered. "Our mission."
Erik sobered immediately. Mission, finding mutants, to fight Shaw. Shaw. Kill. Revenge.
Charles winced. He placed a hand on Erik's forearm, pressure felt through his jacket. Calm, comfort, serenity. (pause) Later.
Erik stopped in his tracks as he felt Charle's presence pushing calm at him, his breath catching at the promise of the last word. Taking a few deep breath, he nodded at Charles, (Charles's hand slipped away from his arm) and they continued walking.
Charles pressed his fingers to his temple again as they trudged on, eyes surveying the area.
Erik cast his own eyes sharply over the land as well - watching for danger rather than searching for an evidently hidden mutant.
"I believe he is in there," Charles finally said, indicating a further wall of rock. "We might get close with that opening in the rocks."
Erik followed his finger and noticed the narrow gap that Charles meant. "Worth a try," he agreed.
---
When they made their way to the gap in the rocks, it was to the discovery that it had been obscured from full view by a hanging rock and was actually bigger than they had initially expected.
The mouth yawned above them, appearing to be the entrance to a deep cave or some kind of rock tunnel. Erik lifted his hand. Beyond the dull humming from the low metallic content of the rock around them, he sensed random unnatural spots of higher metallic presence that indicated either current or past human presence. Then, he realised that some of it, concentrated on one spot, was moving.
Erik smirked. It was in all likelihood, their mutant.
He looked to Charles who was just bringing his own hand down from his head.
Charles nodded, wordlessly confirming that the mutant was ahead, and Erik returned the nod in the same silent communication of his own confirmation.
They moved forward together. The cave began more than wide enough for two to walk shoulder by shoulder, the ground underfoot relatively level and stable. The path visibly tapered into a narrower tunnel that would be a tight squeeze for two, but would probably comfortably accommodate one.
"We will not have sex in a car that we are returning to the CIA," Charles said firmly.
So that was the problem? "Are you really suggesting car theft, Charles?" Erik feigned surprise.
Charles turned his head to look at Erik. And Erik saw the moment he let the seriousness slip away from the crinkle in his eyes. "Hmm, outdoors not your thing?" Charles wondered with equally feigned innocence.
And Erik pictured kneeling over a naked Charles, his hands are pressing into the sand on either side of Charles's head, staring at Charles, Charles staring at him, and he is bending to catch Charles's lips when he feels a shove against his side, Charles rolling them over, so that he is suddenly gazing up at Charles, Charles's eyes are blue as the sky behind his shoulders, his breath hot against Erik's cheek, and the rough ground is biting into Erik's back, but everything else is forgotten when Charles kisses him...
Obviously, Erik didn't (couldn't) respond. But it was upon the fact that Charles hadn't said anything either crossing his mind that Erik looked at Charles -- who was (adorably) flushed.
Listening in again? Erik thought at Charles.
You were fantasising too loudly, Charles grumbled.
Erik chuckled.
"We have to stop doing that," Charles muttered. "Our mission."
Erik sobered immediately. Mission, finding mutants, to fight Shaw. Shaw. Kill. Revenge.
Charles winced. He placed a hand on Erik's forearm, pressure felt through his jacket. Calm, comfort, serenity. (pause) Later.
Erik stopped in his tracks as he felt Charle's presence pushing calm at him, his breath catching at the promise of the last word. Taking a few deep breath, he nodded at Charles, (Charles's hand slipped away from his arm) and they continued walking.
Charles pressed his fingers to his temple again as they trudged on, eyes surveying the area.
Erik cast his own eyes sharply over the land as well - watching for danger rather than searching for an evidently hidden mutant.
"I believe he is in there," Charles finally said, indicating a further wall of rock. "We might get close with that opening in the rocks."
Erik followed his finger and noticed the narrow gap that Charles meant. "Worth a try," he agreed.
---
When they made their way to the gap in the rocks, it was to the discovery that it had been obscured from full view by a hanging rock and was actually bigger than they had initially expected.
The mouth yawned above them, appearing to be the entrance to a deep cave or some kind of rock tunnel. Erik lifted his hand. Beyond the dull humming from the low metallic content of the rock around them, he sensed random unnatural spots of higher metallic presence that indicated either current or past human presence. Then, he realised that some of it, concentrated on one spot, was moving.
Erik smirked. It was in all likelihood, their mutant.
He looked to Charles who was just bringing his own hand down from his head.
Charles nodded, wordlessly confirming that the mutant was ahead, and Erik returned the nod in the same silent communication of his own confirmation.
They moved forward together. The cave began more than wide enough for two to walk shoulder by shoulder, the ground underfoot relatively level and stable. The path visibly tapered into a narrower tunnel that would be a tight squeeze for two, but would probably comfortably accommodate one.
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