Someone wrote in [community profile] xmenfirstkink 2012-09-05 11:24 pm (UTC)

Heat - Part 33a

A/N: Sorry for the delay - I was on holiday and I didn't manage to update before I left. Here's the next part - hopefully it flows well enough and doesn't feel disjointed or anything. Please enjoy!

[Please note that this section is also known as the Part Wherein It Is Revealed that Charles Really Doesn't Have a Plan] :D


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Erik stumbled back, his eyes wide as he whipped his head around. For a moment he just stood there and stared, as if unable to understand what his eyes were seeing. Charles – Charles couldn’t be there. Erik had locked him away, Erik had ran to leave him behind so that he would be safe, so that he wouldn’t have to-

‘Charles,’ he whispered hoarsely. ‘Charles – what are you doing here?’

Charles, who had been approaching, faltered for a moment.

‘I-’ he started before stopping. ‘I was worried,’ he finally said, his voice soft. His eyes trailed over Erik before moving almost hesitantly over to the box.

That seemed to wake Erik up and he immediately flung himself back towards the coffin, in time to see Shaw’s fist bursting through the front metal plate.

‘Erik…’ Shaw’s voice sing-songed through the gap, causing Erik’s blood to turn cold. It was nothing at all like Charles’s impassioned use of his name. ‘Erik, you’re doing so well! Don’t stop now!’

Swallowing, Erik glanced at Charles one more time before turning his back on him. He couldn’t deal with any distractions, not now that he was so close to getting what he wanted.

‘Go away, Charles,’ he said, making his voice as even as possible, his eyes fixed on the metal box in front of him. ‘I don’t want you here.’

Charles, naturally, didn’t listen.

‘Erik,’ he said, his voice urgent. ‘Erik, listen to me – this isn’t the way!’

‘If you can think of a more efficient way to kill him then be my guest,’ Erik gritted out, a line of sweat running down his brow as he pushed more metal towards the centre of the scrap yard.

‘I didn’t mean that I – Erik, killing Shaw will not bring you peace!’

That made Erik turn his face towards him. His expression was almost sad.

‘I’m sorry, Charles,’ he said, arm still stretched out in front of him. ‘But peace was never an option.’ And he pushed the metal even tighter around the body encased inside, squeezing as tightly as he possibly could.

Charles stood there, staring at him – the man he had grown to love in so short a space of time – with fear and agitation clear on his face.

‘No,’ he whispered, almost to himself, his head shaking with slowly-growing conviction. ‘No, I can’t – I’m sorry Erik, but I can’t watch you do this.’ And then he was suddenly throwing himself at Erik, knocking him down, breaking Erik’s connection to the metal.

Erik howled as the connection broke, the loss of control hitting him even harder than the impact of both Charles and the hard ground upon his already bruised ribs. Snarling, he caught Charles up by the scruff of his neck and squeezed for a dangerous moment, before suddenly coming back to himself and shoving Charles away, enraged both by Charles as well as his own actions, knowing how close he had come to nearly snapping the other man’s neck.

‘I said stay away, Charles!’ he snarled, barely glancing over at where Charles was gasping and clutching at his throat. ‘This has nothing to do with you!’

I can’t simply sit by and watch you kill someone, Erik, Charles’s voice echoed through his head, even though Charles himself was still gasping and panting on the ground next to him. I know what Shaw has done – I know how much this means to you, but there are other ways!

‘No!’ Erik’s voice was vehement. ‘No, Charles, there isn’t. You may have seen what Shaw has done but you still know nothing. You still don’t understand. And I have neither the time nor the inclination to convince you otherwise, so leave us!’


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