XMFC/Kiss and Control

[guideshapelead]

The next morning, Charles is awake far earlier than he normally would be, for once not having to be woken up by Erik's insistence. He's quiet and distant throughout breakfast, and with no classes first thing he quickly withdraws himself to his study.

It doesn't matter what Erik or anyone else says, he's still in turmoil over what he had almost done to Emma. He no longer trusts his own control. His powers have never truly scared him before now.

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[diecastking]

Erik speaks calmly but urgently to his lover. He has to make him understand.

"You have this power. It's there, inside you. If you don't have control over it, it will be dangerous."

[guideshapelead]

"This is dangerous!"

Charles is still feeling more than a little panicked about the emptiness he had caused in his fiancé's mind. He doesn't want to even risk doing that again.

[diecastking]

"I am fine," Erik repeats calmly. "This is why we need to train - so that nothing unexpected happens in the field."

[guideshapelead]

"No," Charles shakes his head, stubborn.

"I can't... I can't risk doing that to you. What if I can't wake you up again?"

[diecastking]

"What if you do it to someone else? What if, in anger, you stop one of the children?" Erik rests his forehead against Charles'. "Charles, we need to develop this power safely - and I am the best person to do it with you."

[guideshapelead]

Charles scowls, arms crossed. For a long while, he's silent.

//I'm scared// he finally admits.

[diecastking]

Erik kisses Charles' cheek and sits back.

"We'll take things very slowly. I won't throw any more knives until we've worked this out."

[guideshapelead]

Again, Charles takes a long time to respond, trying to decide if all of this is really worth the risk.

//Slow// he finally agrees to. //No more tricks//

[diecastking]

Erik leans forward to kiss him, a chaste mark of reassurance.

"Now you have to stop me doing that again," he murmurs, and throws up his walls.

Before leaning in...

[guideshapelead]

Charles enjoys kissing Erik. He doesn't see why he should stop it from happening again.

His effort is, therefore, understandable half-hearted, barely scratching at Erik's walls.

[diecastking]

Erik captures Charles' lips with a smile.

"Well, that wasn't very effective liebe," he mumbles against his mouth.

[guideshapelead]

"I don't feel much like stopping you," Charles admits, rolling himself a little closer so he can press his lips more firmly to Erik's.

[diecastking]

Erik indulges in Charles' kisses for a couple more minutes, before reluctantly pulling away.

"Mm...we should be training..."

[guideshapelead]

"One more..." Charles asks, leaning in before Erik can say otherwise.

He'll go back to training after this kiss.

[diecastking]

Erik submits to the kiss and then draws Charles' chair closer to embrace him.

//Do we have to?//

[guideshapelead]

Charles smiles as he hears Erik's voice in his head.

//See, I brought your walls down.//

[diecastking]

Erik huffs a sigh and then kisses Charles again, lips wandering to the underside of his jaw.

//You'd better not try this on all our enemies//

[guideshapelead]

//Of course not. But it works well enough on you.//

Charles allows them both one more lingering kiss, before forcefully rolling his chair away. They should work.

[diecastking]

Erik folds his arms, sulking, but accepts that they should probably train.

"Instead, perhaps, I should attempts to touch your face. To avoid...distractions."

[guideshapelead]

"Surely there is some mid ground between kissing me and killing me that you could attempt?" Charles asks with a quirk of an eyebrow.

"Perhaps I can stop you from attempting something less... physical."

[diecastking]

Erik nods.

"Fine, liebe. I shall attempt to pick up this book from the table."

Erik gestures towards the copy of Camus' L'Étranger he had been reading earlier.

[guideshapelead]

Charles gives Erik a moment to put up his walls, before starting to claw them back down. Without the immediate threat of being killed or injured, he can think his commands through far more clearly.

//Erik, ignore the book.//

[diecastking]

The book fades into insignificance. Perhaps what he really wants a hot shower...

But no. He is focussed on the book. He had to pick up the book.

His fingers reach towards it.

[guideshapelead]

//Erik// Charles tries again, firmer still.

//You do not want the book. You want to sit back down.//

[diecastking]

But Erik knows what he wants. He has honed his focus to perfection. He will not be persuaded.

His fingers brush the cover of the book.