MINIFILL CONTINUED MOAR: The Dark of the Night
anonymous
November 6 2011, 00:06:59 UTC
And so it is that Erik smuggles Charles out of the palace on a night of the waning moon. They can't wait for the next full moon night, since that is when Shaw will be doing his own ritual. Erik is taking a gamble -- he says from his own research that an almost full moon should be close enough.
Charles is feeling better than he has in ages, now that he's actually taking charge of his own life again. It has absolutely nothing to do with being in close quarters with the man by his side.
He stumbles in the dark and Erik grabs his wrist to steady him. Charles flushes with heat, and his denial shatters.
Shit. You and those poor life decisions, Charles. You could have any number of valorous, steadfast and true knights, princes or princesses, and yet it is this one, Shaw's right hand, whom you have chosen. Well done.
Charles starts walking faster, now eager to have this over and done with.
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It doesn't work.
Charles doesn't know if it is because the night is wrong, or if Erik is simply not a skilled enough dark mage (
( ... )
MINIFILL CONTINUED MOAR: Moira? Also A Troll.sharpestscalpelNovember 10 2011, 01:02:31 UTC
To be fair, Erik hadn't said anything unflattering about the Lady Moira. Just that Charles would not be marrying her. He suspected that Raven had not done him the same courtesy in the midst of her gossip.
"Odds are good that everything she has told you about me is true in some fashion or another." Erik smiled with too many teeth. "And I'm sure you're a wonderful person."
It was just that he had no intention of giving Charles up to anyone.
Erik's smile was not particularly friendly; Moira's smile was equal to it. "If you'd just asked Charles if you could tie him up, he probably would have said yes. Did you really need to murder that which was pure and innocent in your pursuit of sexual gratification
( ... )
MINIFILL CONTINUED MOAR: Let's Talk About Sex, Baby, Let's Talk About You and Me
anonymous
November 10 2011, 18:02:28 UTC
It wasn't that Charles wasn't grateful for the rescue. It's just that staying in Shaw's cage might have almost been preferable to all the questions and leading statements and innuendoes (in your endo, Alex had said, sweet Father Sunlight) that the boys were bombarding him with. Now that they were a bit down the road and less concerned about immediate pursuit, Darwin and Alex and Sean all wanted details.
And when Charles refused to give them, they'd started speculating. Very loudly. In graphic detail.
It was, it was private, between him and Erik. No one needed to know how good Erik had tasted, or felt, or how hot and eager his mouth had been around Charles' cock. Charles was feeling a bit more optimistic about his chances of having an opportunity to do it again with Erik, provided Erik forgave him for the whole kneeing him in the face thing. Of course Charles had forgiven Erik for the whole slaughtering unicorns thing, and objectively that was much worse.
So, more blowjobs. And maybe some other things. (He was absolutely not
( ... )
MINIFILL CONTINUED MOAR: Reunited and It Feels So GoodsharpestscalpelNovember 10 2011, 21:47:36 UTC
Why was Emma's kindgom so large? So long, if not wide? She was a size queen, obviously (literally). Erik shifted in the saddle, bored and impatient. He was definitely going to have words with Azazel about how far into enemy territory the transportation mage had dropped him. He owed Erik big time, after all, for introducing him to Prince Janos. Janos had such pretty hair - Erik could have had fun with that
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MINIFILL CONTINUED MOAR: Poker Face
anonymous
November 11 2011, 03:16:52 UTC
"Are people's fists just magnetically attracted to your nose?" grumbled Hank as he set Erik's nose for the third time, and gave him more painkilling potion.
Erik was beginning to wonder that himself. But mostly he wanted Hank to hurry up and finish so Erik could talk to Charles, who had quietly slipped off when Hank had accosted Erik and started physician-ing at him.
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Raven was so relieved Charles was okay, and then she was caught up in introducing him to Moira and Angel. So it took a while before she realized something else was bothering him.
"So what else is bothering you, Charles?" she said, and his head snapped up in surprise. "Don't try to pretend there's nothing."
Charles bit his lip. "It's just ... Erik, he seemed rather, well, distant. Like he didn't care." Charles cast his eyes downward
( ... )
MINIFILL CONTINUED MOAR: Emo Erik Is Emo (1/2)sharpestscalpelNovember 13 2011, 20:49:40 UTC
His pants were too tight. And something had bitten him so his leg itched. And Alex had ruined their dinner - the meat was overcooked and the rice was undercooked. Even his tent was drafty and cold. Erik stuffed his legs back into his pants and stomped back outside, in the hopes that Mother Night would provide some comfort.
Nothing had gone as he had hoped. Charles had stayed close by Raven, surrounded by the flirtatious Lady Moira and by his friends from the palace. Of course someone like Charles would find friends even in a place like Shaw’s palace. Erik sighed. There was no reason to think Charles felt the same way about Erik as Erik did about Charles - it had been nothing but fantasy. He had done Charles a favor, that was all. Charles had needed to lose his virginity and Erik… Erik had been convenient
( ... )
MINIFILL CONTINUED MOAR: Emo Erik Is Emo (2/2)sharpestscalpelNovember 13 2011, 20:49:58 UTC
Erik slumped even further down. “He is not my boyfriend. I may have been overconfident in that regard.” Surely he was allowed to feel a little sorry for himself about that. Angel’s peal of laughter - which would totally draw enemy fire if he were the one spying on a camp in the middle of the night - made him frown with more energy
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MINIFILL CONTINUED MOAR: Feelings Are Boring, Kissing Is Awesome
anonymous
November 14 2011, 09:48:04 UTC
(We're having fun tag teaming on this, but is anyone besides us even reading this? Lack of comments seems to indicate no)
Charles wasn't saying anything. He just kept looking at Erik with those blue, blue eyes, sad and forlorn.
"This is practically the first time you've talked to me since we met up," said Charles. "Why?"
Erik's mouth twisted bitterly. "You were a little busy. With Lady Moira."
Charles glared at him. "She's nice. I liked talking to her." He looked away. "I bet she wouldn't have given me a pity fuck," Charles murmured too low for most human ears.
Unfortunately, Charles' had forgotten the whole "Erik is a dark mage" thing, which included enhanced senses.
"Pity?" Erik snarled. "Pity?! Does this feel like pity to you?" He moves like a viper, and Charles is pinned to the floor of the tent, Erik covering Charles' entire body with his own.
"You stupid -- infuriating -- frustrating -- you've been driving me crazy for months --" gasps out Erik between kisses. "Every time, every time you were on that altar,
( ... )
Re: MINIFILL CONTINUED MOAR: Feelings Are Boring, Kissing Is Awesome
anonymous
November 14 2011, 09:58:29 UTC
I'm reading it, and loving it (yes boys, stop with the emo and get it on already!! which I see we may be leading up to unless something else dramatic interrupts again so yay!), just too lazy to comment! (even though nothing makes me happier than to *get* comments, hmmm) Seems like things have slowed down quite a bit around here overall recently - perhaps due to Nano?
Re: MINIFILL CONTINUED MOAR: Feelings Are Boring, Kissing Is AwesomeascoolsuchasiNovember 14 2011, 17:26:41 UTC
don't you two dare stop. i'm still reading and i just can't remember to comment on half the things i find fantastic here and i'm bad for it but never mind that, JUST KEEP WRITING.
Re: MINIFILL CONTINUED MOAR: Feelings Are Boring, Kissing Is Awesome
anonymous
November 14 2011, 21:07:08 UTC
I'm reading this! I just haven't been commenting 'cause I didn't want to disrupt the flow you two had going on! Please keep going! The both of you make me giggle and brighten up my day!
MINIFILL CONTINUED MOAR: Authors Are Sometimes Mean For Fun; Erik Can't Catch A Break (1/2)sharpestscalpelNovember 14 2011, 22:27:17 UTC
(I am so glad people are still reading!)
Charles kissed him like he was dying and Erik would worry about that later, make sure Charles wasn't actually dying because Erik wasn't dying - at the moment he was entirely too busy returning the kisses. With tongue. Charles was so sweet and warm and home.
I want you, I want you, be mine, please stay, never leave me again. His shriveled little black heart beat with it, if only Charles could hear it.
They did need to breathe - and Erik wanted to see Charles, to look at him, because blow jobs in the woods while fleeing from a demon hadn't left him with a lot of time to take in how pretty Charles was - so Erik pulled back just enough to focus his eyes (it wouldn't do to go cross-eyed looking at Charles's nose) and then he laughed. They were on the floor beside Charles's extra comfortable bed. On the floor.
Charles's face crumpled, his mouth - bruised like a juicy fruit from the fervor of their kisses - turning into a frown. "And now you're laughing at me - gods and fishes, Erik, you're so
( ... )
MINIFILL CONTINUED MOAR: Authors Are Sometimes Mean For Fun; Erik Can't Catch A Break (2/2)sharpestscalpelNovember 14 2011, 22:27:36 UTC
And then they were naked and as awesome as the mutual reciprocal simultaneous blow jobs in the woods had been, well, they had still been wearing their clothes for that and naked was a hundred thousand times better. Erik couldn't possibly be evil when he was kissing his way down Charles's chest and... oh Father Sunlight that was goodAnd then Erik was blushing and pulling back again. "Is, um, is this good? Do you want, that is, can I..." Erik bit his lip. He ground his erection against Charles's hip, just a little
( ... )
Charles is feeling better than he has in ages, now that he's actually taking charge of his own life again. It has absolutely nothing to do with being in close quarters with the man by his side.
He stumbles in the dark and Erik grabs his wrist to steady him. Charles flushes with heat, and his denial shatters.
Shit. You and those poor life decisions, Charles. You could have any number of valorous, steadfast and true knights, princes or princesses, and yet it is this one, Shaw's right hand, whom you have chosen. Well done.
Charles starts walking faster, now eager to have this over and done with.
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It doesn't work.
Charles doesn't know if it is because the night is wrong, or if Erik is simply not a skilled enough dark mage ( ( ... )
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"Odds are good that everything she has told you about me is true in some fashion or another." Erik smiled with too many teeth. "And I'm sure you're a wonderful person."
It was just that he had no intention of giving Charles up to anyone.
Erik's smile was not particularly friendly; Moira's smile was equal to it. "If you'd just asked Charles if you could tie him up, he probably would have said yes. Did you really need to murder that which was pure and innocent in your pursuit of sexual gratification ( ... )
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And when Charles refused to give them, they'd started speculating. Very loudly. In graphic detail.
It was, it was private, between him and Erik. No one needed to know how good Erik had tasted, or felt, or how hot and eager his mouth had been around Charles' cock. Charles was feeling a bit more optimistic about his chances of having an opportunity to do it again with Erik, provided Erik forgave him for the whole kneeing him in the face thing. Of course Charles had forgiven Erik for the whole slaughtering unicorns thing, and objectively that was much worse.
So, more blowjobs. And maybe some other things. (He was absolutely not ( ... )
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Erik was beginning to wonder that himself. But mostly he wanted Hank to hurry up and finish so Erik could talk to Charles, who had quietly slipped off when Hank had accosted Erik and started physician-ing at him.
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Raven was so relieved Charles was okay, and then she was caught up in introducing him to Moira and Angel. So it took a while before she realized something else was bothering him.
"So what else is bothering you, Charles?" she said, and his head snapped up in surprise. "Don't try to pretend there's nothing."
Charles bit his lip. "It's just ... Erik, he seemed rather, well, distant. Like he didn't care." Charles cast his eyes downward ( ... )
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Nothing had gone as he had hoped. Charles had stayed close by Raven, surrounded by the flirtatious Lady Moira and by his friends from the palace. Of course someone like Charles would find friends even in a place like Shaw’s palace. Erik sighed. There was no reason to think Charles felt the same way about Erik as Erik did about Charles - it had been nothing but fantasy. He had done Charles a favor, that was all. Charles had needed to lose his virginity and Erik… Erik had been convenient ( ... )
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Charles wasn't saying anything. He just kept looking at Erik with those blue, blue eyes, sad and forlorn.
"This is practically the first time you've talked to me since we met up," said Charles. "Why?"
Erik's mouth twisted bitterly. "You were a little busy. With Lady Moira."
Charles glared at him. "She's nice. I liked talking to her." He looked away. "I bet she wouldn't have given me a pity fuck," Charles murmured too low for most human ears.
Unfortunately, Charles' had forgotten the whole "Erik is a dark mage" thing, which included enhanced senses.
"Pity?" Erik snarled. "Pity?! Does this feel like pity to you?" He moves like a viper, and Charles is pinned to the floor of the tent, Erik covering Charles' entire body with his own.
"You stupid -- infuriating -- frustrating -- you've been driving me crazy for months --" gasps out Erik between kisses. "Every time, every time you were on that altar, ( ... )
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Charles kissed him like he was dying and Erik would worry about that later, make sure Charles wasn't actually dying because Erik wasn't dying - at the moment he was entirely too busy returning the kisses. With tongue. Charles was so sweet and warm and home.
I want you, I want you, be mine, please stay, never leave me again. His shriveled little black heart beat with it, if only Charles could hear it.
They did need to breathe - and Erik wanted to see Charles, to look at him, because blow jobs in the woods while fleeing from a demon hadn't left him with a lot of time to take in how pretty Charles was - so Erik pulled back just enough to focus his eyes (it wouldn't do to go cross-eyed looking at Charles's nose) and then he laughed. They were on the floor beside Charles's extra comfortable bed. On the floor.
Charles's face crumpled, his mouth - bruised like a juicy fruit from the fervor of their kisses - turning into a frown. "And now you're laughing at me - gods and fishes, Erik, you're so ( ... )
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