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R3, Everyday Love in Stockholm - Human!Charles all cooped up

[tahariel]

Prompt: Magneto is the ruler of the posthuman world.

His only secret? Charles Xavier, the human he's kept locked in his bedroom ever since his right-hand woman, Mystique, came to him pleading for mercy for her stepbrother, who accepted her mutant form and protected her as a child. The human he started fucking after Mystique was killed in battle, despite the guilt he feels at contaminating even this last promise to the woman who was integral to his life's work and happiness.

Fill: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/3278.html?thread=3989710#t3989710

Everyday Love in Stockholm will continue from this post once Round Three fills up. Hope it's okay to put a placeholder here, mods!

Re: FILL: Everyday Love in Stockholm 124/?

[tahariel]

I feel like we've battled through an epic war together, darling :D Thank you for sticking with me!

Re: FILL: Everyday Love in Stockholm 124/?

[tahariel]

This is so lovely, thank you! You made me all blushy and smiley :)

Re: FILL: Everyday Love in Stockholm 124/?

[tahariel]

I'm gonna reply to this in the email you sent me, hope that's okay :)

Re: FILL: Everyday Love in Stockholm 124/?

[telperion_15]

With every installment of this Erik and Charles just descend by another tiny increment - Erik in all the ways he's manipulating Charles, and Charles in convincing himself that this whole situation is in some sense normal (despite his protestations of "I don't know".). It's fascinating to watch!

Re: FILL: Everyday Love in Stockholm 124/?

[tahariel]

Thank you!

FILL: Everyday Love in Stockholm 125/?

[tahariel]

Okay, so, the amazing mirime made this beautiful comic of the scene where Charles and Erik discuss Doctor Faustus in Part Three, and it's so atmospheric and perfect. Thank you again, bb, I love it!

Everyday Love in Stockholm is now also on AO3! I'll be updating it alongside this thread here. Please be aware that due to my own anal need to organise this by parts instead of chapters new bits will be added to the end of what's called 'chapter four' instead of as a new chapter, so I don't think the new subscriptions feed will work for it. Sorry to be awkward! Also, for some reason their HTML hates me, so I am trying to fix it but the spacing might be a bit weird, sorry :/

XXIII“What mansion?” Erik asks, and then immediately feels stupid, because he knows very well which mansion she means. Charles has never really spoken about it, but he knows from Raven that they came from money, that they were raised rich in a world very unlike the one he had grown up in. Everything he knows about Charles’ childhood is extrapolated from Raven’s, from her

FILL: Everyday Love in Stockholm 126/?

[tahariel]

The very idea of someone laying a hand on Charles makes Erik’s blood boil, and he turns away, hides his hands behind his back so they cannot see his knuckles straining white against the skin at the thought of it, hopes the wish that the man were still alive so that Erik could kill him again doesn’t show on his face. He wonders if the man - Kurt - had used his fists, or a belt, what he had picked on Charles for when surely Charles had been as good then as he is now, no doubt eager to please and to care, given the chance. He very deliberately does not say anything in response, because he is not sure what would come out

FILL: Everyday Love in Stockholm 127/?

[tahariel]

“There isn’t really anything to say.” Erik thinks about the photograph again, about the one or two very precious ones they had had taken on special occasions when he was a child. His mother had sat primly in her Sunday best on a chair in the middle, Erik standing at her side in a too-tight suit and his father behind her, one hand resting lightly on the slope of her shoulder, very much the gentle protector, the benevolent head of their family. His father had been very noble, and kind, with strong, deft hands Erik had loved to watch when he fixed things around the house. He had liked to leave things for people to find that he thought they would like, instead of making a production of it. Mother had kept the photographs lined up on the mantelpiece until Erik’s aunt had warned her that the sunlight would make them fade, after which she had put them safely in the drawer beside her favourite spot on the settle. She had forgotten them when they had left the house that final time, in too much of a hurry to get away to think of them

FILL: Everyday Love in Stockholm 128/?

[tahariel]

When he opens his eyes Charles is looking at him with a sad smile on his face, but before Erik can ask what put it there Charles kisses him again, and he forgets

FILL: Everyday Love in Stockholm 129/?

[tahariel]

“Nobody wants to look at that,” Charles says, though Erik is leaning in closer to see the pristine white gown baby Charles is wearing in the photograph, the disgruntled look on his little face as though he cannot wait around to have his picture taken, he has things to be doing. He looks very uncomfortable, actually, and the woman looks uncomfortable too, holding him half away from her body, just secure enough not to drop him, but not enough to keep him from wriggling. In the next photograph Charles is in the man’s arms instead, and looks much happier, hand creeping up towards the tight-knotted tie, about to tug

FILL: Everyday Love in Stockholm 130/?

[tahariel]

In the end Charles has to get up to look through the viewfinder to make sure it’s focused correctly and pointing in the right direction, but they manage, Erik slowly relaxing from the stiff awkwardness he had felt in his childhood to a half-smile the two of them charm out of him, and it’s almost reflexive to squeeze the button down when Raven jabs Charles in the side and makes him laugh, eyes creasing shut even as the bright light leaves spots dancing in his eyes and another photograph joins the pile of glossy squares on the floor, slowly developing into something worth looking at.

XXIV

When Charles follows him into the bedroom that evening Erik is kneeling in front of the wardrobe, closing the box he keeps there with a soft thunk that catches the other man’s attention; he wanders over to stand behind Erik as he rocks up onto his haunches and stands, what he was looking for clutched carefully in his right hand

FILL: Everyday Love in Stockholm 131/?

[tahariel]

It’s like tasting Charles’ heart beating, his thighs clenching tight around Erik’s shoulders, and his own cock is dripping onto the covers, hard and begging for a touch he doesn’t want just yet. He reaches up to tangle his hand with Charles’, and their fingers catch and lock together as the human cries out aloud, unable to hold it in; Erik’s tongue strokes the long line of the vein along the underside, traces the join where Charles’ foreskin meets the rest of him, and ignores it when Charles tries to pull him away, sucks harder through the sudden flood as Charles comes, shaking and panting - “Erik! Oh, oh - ” - and keeps licking at the dribbling aftershocks until Charles really is too sensitive and pulls him away more forcefully, up to his mouth for a kiss