Warnings: Dubious consent and very broad hints at some nasty, nasty things done to Charles by Shaw.
Opening Gambit
The young man in his bed was everything Erik expected Shaw's omega to be: pretty and submissive, so traditional a picture of an omega that Erik half-fancied Shaw had stolen him out of a Victorian novel. Someone had given him a bath and fresh clothes, but he still wore the bruised marks of his capture upon Shaw's death -- and, of course, a power suppressor collar.
Erik sat down on the bed, an arm's length distance away, and reached out to thumb the dark circles under the omega's beautiful blue eyes as gently as he could. The omega flinched, but didn't resist the touch. Best to ease him into serving Erik's pleasure. "What's your name?"
Something close to incredulity flickered across his face, but it quickly smoothed over into impassive neutrality. "Charles."
"I apologise for the inconvenience of the collar," Erik said, choosing his words carefully, because he wasn't sorry for the collar's necessity. "It's only a precaution until I've claimed you. What's your mutant power?"
"I understand." Charles had a cut-glass British accent, stripped of any inferences of his actual origin and spoke only to his probably expensive education. He smiled, wry and self-depreciating. "I'm a telepath with some measure of skill, though not, as I understand it, at Miss Frost's level of expertise."
Erik didn't let his eyes drop to the collar around Charles's neck, but he discreetly probed its construction and electromagnetic signature with his power anyway, wary of the possibility of sabotage. Satisfied that everything was in working order, he gripped Charles's hips in his hands and pulled Charles closer. Under the linen trousers and thin white shirt, Charles was very warm. "You haven't been with Shaw for long, have you?"
"Two heats. No children." Which went some way towards explaining why Charles was kept away from the public eye -- so secret, in fact, that the Brotherhood hadn't known he existed until after Erik slit Shaw's throat open. Shaw could never admit that his superior alpha genes were incapable of siring a child on an obviously fertile omega, if Charles's scent was any indication.
Erik gave in to temptation and kissed the pale column of Charles's throat, just above the collar, breathing in deep. Charles's pulse quickened. When Erik drew back, Charles's eyes were dilated, the blue barely visible around his dark pupils. His omega scent deepened as Charles tentatively placed his hands on Erik's shoulders, turning Erik's mouth dry with wanting. He hadn't been entirely happy about having to fuck Shaw's former omega to seal his victory over Shaw, but even Erik didn't buck tradition if he didn't have a good reason to. It wasn't so bad, so far: Charles was attractive and smelled good, and didn't look as if he was mourning Shaw too deeply.
"Take off your clothes," Erik growled.
Charles blushed prettily but did what he was told, stripping off his clothes to reveal a pale, well-fed body that tended towards slenderness. His fingers were blunt and workman-like, mottled with faded inkstains. They unbuttoned the shirt gracefully enough, and the look of them against Charles's soft belly was distracting. Charles started to fold his clothes when Erik held up a hand, stopping him.
"On your back. Sit up against the bed and display yourself." When Charles hesitated, Erik smacked him on the thigh with the palm of his hand, hard enough to discipline but not to injure. "If you know what's good for you, Charles, you won't make me repeat myself."
To Erik's satisfaction, Charles obeyed with alacrity, pushing himself up the bed to lean against the headboard. Placing his feet flat on the cotton bedspread, he parted his thighs wide, his eyes not quite meeting Erik's gaze. Charles wasn't physically aroused yet, but that would change soon: losing one's alpha in a dominance clash triggered a milder form of heat in an omega, easing the claiming by his or her new alpha. Erik vaguely remembered overhearing a radio lecture on its evolutionary purposes, but he hadn't thought then that he would find the information relevant.
Opening Gambit 1a/1 (Charles/Erik, Charles/Shaw, omegaverse AU, warning: dubcon)
Opening Gambit
The young man in his bed was everything Erik expected Shaw's omega to be: pretty and submissive, so traditional a picture of an omega that Erik half-fancied Shaw had stolen him out of a Victorian novel. Someone had given him a bath and fresh clothes, but he still wore the bruised marks of his capture upon Shaw's death -- and, of course, a power suppressor collar.
Erik sat down on the bed, an arm's length distance away, and reached out to thumb the dark circles under the omega's beautiful blue eyes as gently as he could. The omega flinched, but didn't resist the touch. Best to ease him into serving Erik's pleasure. "What's your name?"
Something close to incredulity flickered across his face, but it quickly smoothed over into impassive neutrality. "Charles."
"I apologise for the inconvenience of the collar," Erik said, choosing his words carefully, because he wasn't sorry for the collar's necessity. "It's only a precaution until I've claimed you. What's your mutant power?"
"I understand." Charles had a cut-glass British accent, stripped of any inferences of his actual origin and spoke only to his probably expensive education. He smiled, wry and self-depreciating. "I'm a telepath with some measure of skill, though not, as I understand it, at Miss Frost's level of expertise."
Erik didn't let his eyes drop to the collar around Charles's neck, but he discreetly probed its construction and electromagnetic signature with his power anyway, wary of the possibility of sabotage. Satisfied that everything was in working order, he gripped Charles's hips in his hands and pulled Charles closer. Under the linen trousers and thin white shirt, Charles was very warm. "You haven't been with Shaw for long, have you?"
"Two heats. No children." Which went some way towards explaining why Charles was kept away from the public eye -- so secret, in fact, that the Brotherhood hadn't known he existed until after Erik slit Shaw's throat open. Shaw could never admit that his superior alpha genes were incapable of siring a child on an obviously fertile omega, if Charles's scent was any indication.
Erik gave in to temptation and kissed the pale column of Charles's throat, just above the collar, breathing in deep. Charles's pulse quickened. When Erik drew back, Charles's eyes were dilated, the blue barely visible around his dark pupils. His omega scent deepened as Charles tentatively placed his hands on Erik's shoulders, turning Erik's mouth dry with wanting. He hadn't been entirely happy about having to fuck Shaw's former omega to seal his victory over Shaw, but even Erik didn't buck tradition if he didn't have a good reason to. It wasn't so bad, so far: Charles was attractive and smelled good, and didn't look as if he was mourning Shaw too deeply.
"Take off your clothes," Erik growled.
Charles blushed prettily but did what he was told, stripping off his clothes to reveal a pale, well-fed body that tended towards slenderness. His fingers were blunt and workman-like, mottled with faded inkstains. They unbuttoned the shirt gracefully enough, and the look of them against Charles's soft belly was distracting. Charles started to fold his clothes when Erik held up a hand, stopping him.
"On your back. Sit up against the bed and display yourself." When Charles hesitated, Erik smacked him on the thigh with the palm of his hand, hard enough to discipline but not to injure. "If you know what's good for you, Charles, you won't make me repeat myself."
To Erik's satisfaction, Charles obeyed with alacrity, pushing himself up the bed to lean against the headboard. Placing his feet flat on the cotton bedspread, he parted his thighs wide, his eyes not quite meeting Erik's gaze. Charles wasn't physically aroused yet, but that would change soon: losing one's alpha in a dominance clash triggered a milder form of heat in an omega, easing the claiming by his or her new alpha. Erik vaguely remembered overhearing a radio lecture on its evolutionary purposes, but he hadn't thought then that he would find the information relevant.