XMFC/Accidents Happen

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Charles is far from impressed with the drugs Hank's given him. So far, he's taking them obediently, but he has to admit that it's already a struggle to keep up the regime. He hasn't had another seizure, and for that he is grateful, but the cost is almost too much. His concentration is shot; he can barely manage a chapter of a book in one sitting, now, whereas before he'd skim whole volumes. And worse, his telepathy has been weakened to a level which is almost non-existent. He has to try, with all his concentration and mental strength, just to catch glimpses of thoughts aimed directly at him.

His head has never felt so quiet.

As a consequence, he's in far from a good mood as he sits in the drawing room with Erik that afternoon, struggling to do more than watch the flames in the fireplace. He finds the whole thing far more crippling than the bullet in his spine.

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"I hope so," Charles agrees, though in his own mind he's already decided that the drugs have to stop. He's not willing to wait and see whether he'll adapt or not. He's not having a repeat of today.

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Erik lays Charles down on their bed and then perches on the edge. He places a restraining palm on his chest, brushing a kiss against his lips.

"So, you were saying something about missing me...?"

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"You were gone a long time," Charles tries to play innocent, looking up at Erik with wide eyes.

"I was worried."

[diecastking]

Erik laughs, a genuine burst of humour. "Those long minutes without me, Charles. I expected you to have found another handsome GI before I got back."

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"I was too busy looking after our children, darling," Charles teases, smiling happily. He still can't quite believe the family he's managed to forge for himself.

[diecastking]

"You've regained a remarkable figure, liebe," Erik says, running his hands down Charles' chest as he jests. "Little wonder I rushed home to you."

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"Who's saying that I'm the mother?" Charles demands, though he knows that Erik's quite right. Alex and Sean both seem to prefer Erik for practical problems, and himself for emotional ones.

[diecastking]

Erik laughs again, hands settling on Charles' belt to make quick work of the clasp. "There's nothing womanly about you. Of that, I am assured."

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"I'm glad you think so," Charles grins, propping himself up on his elbows to get a better look at his lover.

[diecastking]

Erik unzips Charles' flies and insinuates his hand inside. "Mm...you're just kind, considerate, thoughtful..."

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"But also manly?" Charles grins, lets out a hot breath of air as he feels Erik's hand slide inside his trousers.

[diecastking]

"Very." Erik runs his fingers over Charles' briefs, tracing the hard length of his cock.

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Letting out a soft moan, Charles tries to reach for Erik, but finds himself unable to balance on only one elbow.

"You have me at a disadvantage," he grumbles, wanting to be able to reciprocate in some way.

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Erik pushes through the slit of Charles' briefs and brushes his fingertips over the head of his cock.

"Perhaps I like where I have you."

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"Erik..." Charles moans, losing his balance on his elbows for an entirely different reason. He just about has the sense to look over to the bedroom door, checking that Erik shut it behind him. No one should be wandering the corridors tonight, but it's still not a risk he wants to take.

[diecastking]

Erik catches Charles' gaze and clicks the lock with his power. "There's no chance of escape."

He opens out Charles' trousers with his other hand, then bends down to kiss the exposed flesh.

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"No chance of interruption," Charles corrects, letting his eyes close as he concentrates on the sensations Erik's causing. All he wishes is that he could share them with the other man, or at the very least share his emotions.

[diecastking]

Erik, eager now, hauls down Charles' clothes, the material scraping his skin. He knows that Charles will tell him if he doesn't like what he's doing, even if it's just a nudge of displeasure.

He bends his head and takes Charles into his mouth.

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Charles isn't a huge fan of having his legs handled so carelessly, but while he frowns he can't give Erik a wordless warning. He's not bothered enough, yet, to say anything out loud, and all annoyance goes out the window when he suddenly has Erik's mouth around his cock.

[diecastking]

Erik sucks Charles' whole length into his mouth, before pulling back to lathe his cock with his tongue.

He pushes apart Charles' legs for better access, hands grounding on Charles' thighs.

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"Erik..." The name comes out as a moan, though Charles meant for it to be more of a warning. Whilst he appreciates that Erik needs to move his legs, he doesn't like it happening without permission. It makes him feel incapable of moving himself.

[diecastking]

Taking that as a sign of encouragement, Erik continues his attentions while trying to divest Charles of his trousers and push his legs into a better position.

However, he's not prepared for the complete lack of tension and Charles' leg falls from his grip, bouncing on the mattress.

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"Erik," there's a harsher edge to Charles' voice this time, unmistakable. He doesn't say any more yet, hoping his lover will understand from that what he doesn't like.

[diecastking]

Erik stops and pulls back. Charles clearly doesn't like this - he must be out of practice. For now, he knows that he wants Charles to realise how much Erik loves him and wants to stay with him.

"Turn over," he says.

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Charles' frown changes from one of annoyance to one of suspicion.

"Why?" He asks, though he's already reaching for the edge of the mattress to help pull himself over. "What are you up to?"