Erik got off the bed to undress, keeping his eyes on Charles. He pictured Charles as a young recruit, one that needed to be helped along but not coddled, and said, burnishing the steel of his words with warmth, "Get yourself ready for me."
Charles swallowed and closed his eyes. One of his hands curled around his cock, slowly stroking it into hardness. So Charles liked a gentle touch, Erik thought, and speculated idly on whether threats were enough to keep Charles in line, or whether they had to be sweetened with coaxing. Charles's hole was already shiny with slick, gaping slightly as Charles panted, his eyes still screwed shut. Erik began to wonder whether he had to talk Charles through step-by-step when Charles slid two fingers into his mouth and sucked, lips stretching obscenely around the digits, then reached down to push them into himself.
Charles's mouth fell open with a soft cry as he worked himself open, slickness trickling around his fingers. His eyes, when they blinked open, were unfocused and distant. Erik shed his clothes quickly and crawled into the space between Charles's thighs, pulling Charles's legs up so his calves rested on Erik's shoulders. "I'll mount you properly later," he said, and Charles shuddered. "But for now--"
Erik took his cock in hand and pushed, Charles's pained, hitching cries stuttering into a gasp as the head popped past the initial resistance. Charles was wet, wetter than Erik thought he would be, even with the triggered estrus phase. Erik leaned down and smoothed the frown between Charles's brows with the tips of his fingers, biting kisses along Charles's jawline and shoulders.
"It's all right," he breathed, drawing back slightly and fucking into Charles, forcing out another gasp, this one higher in timbre. Erik began fucking him in earnest, Charles's hands wrapped around the iron bedframe to brace himself against Erik's thrusts. "You'll love this-- beautiful-- I'll have you suck me off and taste yourself on my cock--"
And he did, later. Charles sucked cock as sweetly as his red, spit-slick mouth suggested he would. Erik thought of Shaw and his dying eyes and grinned, viciously satisfied. The forced heat cycle lasted only for 24 hours, but it was no hardship to keep Charles in his bed night after night. Charles opened his legs readily and didn't even ask for the collar to be removed in return, though it must have chafed his skin. Erik made a mental note to have Frost scan Charles for any information he might have had, then pushed it to the back of his mind, turning his attention to mouthing the crook of Charles elbows and their constellations of freckles and small, odd scars.
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"You!"
Erik looked up from his copy of yet another of Riptide's tedious reports. "Mystique. How was the Pentagon mission?"
"Don't even play that card with me, mister." His second-in-command scowled. "Didn't I ask -- no, begged -- you to recall me when you finally take the fight to Shaw? It's been three weeks, you asshole."
"If I'd planned it, I would -- but I had to seize opportunities as they come, you know that. If I waited for you, I would've missed the chance to challenge Shaw, once he confronted me over Frost's defection."
Mystique still looked unreasonably angry, but he saw that she took his point, however grudgingly. She shifted from one foot to another. "Did you... find anyone with Shaw?"
"Only his omega," Erik shrugged.
"Yeah, I heard. Like, with a million times more detail than I ever wanted to know." Mystique shot him a look that was equal parts irritation and disapproval, but sly mischief lurked at the upturned corners of her mouth. "Is he really that sexy? Or were you just replaced with a pod person? Seriously, Magneto, lunchtime quickies?"
"News of my proclivities were wildly exaggerated." Erik nodded towards the doorway, sensing the metal of Charles's collar approaching rapidly. "As for his attractiveness, judge for yourself."
Opening Gambit 1b/1 (Charles/Erik, Charles/Shaw, omegaverse AU, warning: dubcon)
Charles swallowed and closed his eyes. One of his hands curled around his cock, slowly stroking it into hardness. So Charles liked a gentle touch, Erik thought, and speculated idly on whether threats were enough to keep Charles in line, or whether they had to be sweetened with coaxing. Charles's hole was already shiny with slick, gaping slightly as Charles panted, his eyes still screwed shut. Erik began to wonder whether he had to talk Charles through step-by-step when Charles slid two fingers into his mouth and sucked, lips stretching obscenely around the digits, then reached down to push them into himself.
Charles's mouth fell open with a soft cry as he worked himself open, slickness trickling around his fingers. His eyes, when they blinked open, were unfocused and distant. Erik shed his clothes quickly and crawled into the space between Charles's thighs, pulling Charles's legs up so his calves rested on Erik's shoulders. "I'll mount you properly later," he said, and Charles shuddered. "But for now--"
Erik took his cock in hand and pushed, Charles's pained, hitching cries stuttering into a gasp as the head popped past the initial resistance. Charles was wet, wetter than Erik thought he would be, even with the triggered estrus phase. Erik leaned down and smoothed the frown between Charles's brows with the tips of his fingers, biting kisses along Charles's jawline and shoulders.
"It's all right," he breathed, drawing back slightly and fucking into Charles, forcing out another gasp, this one higher in timbre. Erik began fucking him in earnest, Charles's hands wrapped around the iron bedframe to brace himself against Erik's thrusts. "You'll love this-- beautiful-- I'll have you suck me off and taste yourself on my cock--"
And he did, later. Charles sucked cock as sweetly as his red, spit-slick mouth suggested he would. Erik thought of Shaw and his dying eyes and grinned, viciously satisfied. The forced heat cycle lasted only for 24 hours, but it was no hardship to keep Charles in his bed night after night. Charles opened his legs readily and didn't even ask for the collar to be removed in return, though it must have chafed his skin. Erik made a mental note to have Frost scan Charles for any information he might have had, then pushed it to the back of his mind, turning his attention to mouthing the crook of Charles elbows and their constellations of freckles and small, odd scars.
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"You!"
Erik looked up from his copy of yet another of Riptide's tedious reports. "Mystique. How was the Pentagon mission?"
"Don't even play that card with me, mister." His second-in-command scowled. "Didn't I ask -- no, begged -- you to recall me when you finally take the fight to Shaw? It's been three weeks, you asshole."
"If I'd planned it, I would -- but I had to seize opportunities as they come, you know that. If I waited for you, I would've missed the chance to challenge Shaw, once he confronted me over Frost's defection."
Mystique still looked unreasonably angry, but he saw that she took his point, however grudgingly. She shifted from one foot to another. "Did you... find anyone with Shaw?"
"Only his omega," Erik shrugged.
"Yeah, I heard. Like, with a million times more detail than I ever wanted to know." Mystique shot him a look that was equal parts irritation and disapproval, but sly mischief lurked at the upturned corners of her mouth. "Is he really that sexy? Or were you just replaced with a pod person? Seriously, Magneto, lunchtime quickies?"
"News of my proclivities were wildly exaggerated." Erik nodded towards the doorway, sensing the metal of Charles's collar approaching rapidly. "As for his attractiveness, judge for yourself."