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Charles/Erik -- Charles is a bakery owner whose most frequent customer is Erik.
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Charles started off the morning the same way he always did...
Heat - Part 37a of 38
(Anonymous) 2012-10-27 03:03 pm (UTC)(link)Anyway, here we are: the home stretch. I hope you enjoy and that the ending is not a let down. xxx
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Erik was made to stay in the hospital for two more weeks. Normally this would have prompted a reaction full of great anger and impatience from him but this time things were different. Shaw was dead and gone, for one, meaning that Erik had nothing else to do with his time. Secondly, Charles was at the hospital. The very least that Erik could do was keep him company.
Charles had not woken up in the time since Erik had himself blinked out of his anaesthesia-induced coma. Since his awakening, Erik had spent a great deal of time with his eyes screwed shut in concentration, trying his hardest to broadcast his thoughts to Charles in hopes that he would receive them. Disappointingly, however, his thoughts were never answered.
Erik also spent much of his day at Charles’s bedside. At first, the nurses would not allow him to see Charles but Erik had stubbornly demanded his room number and then, in the dead of night, had used his powers to move his entire gurney out of his room, down the corridor, up the elevator, and into Charles’s room. The nurse who had found him there the next morning hadn’t believed her eyes, and indeed, the entire staff was still baffled as to how Erik had managed it. Remy had come and smoothed things over, however, and soon Erik and Charles were sharing a private room together, not that Charles could really appreciate it. He couldn’t really appreciate much of anything, the way he was now.
Erik spent much of his day talking to Charles about his past and what little he could remember of the happier days of his childhood. He skipped over much of his time with Shaw – not only had he already revealed all of that to Charles before, but he also couldn’t help but think that those stories would be singularly inappropriate right about then. And then after, when he ran out of pleasant childhood memories, he began to read to Charles, using one of the books that Remy had filched from the hospital bookshop. Erik felt very silly a lot of the time, but just a single look at Charles’s pale, expressionless face was usually enough to suppress that feeling. He owed Charles a lot; the least he could do was sit there and read to him.
At the end of the two weeks, however, Erik was beginning to once again feel the mild stirrings of panic. He would be discharged soon, and then not only would he no longer be near Charles, but he would also have to figure out what to do with himself now that his hunt for Shaw was finally over.
One of the worst things about being discharged, however, would be the fact that he would have to comply with normal visiting hours, and Erik wasn’t prepared for that. Visiting hours meant restrictions. That meant no more sitting with Charles from morning to night; no more reading to him until his voice went sore … no more watching his beautiful face whenever the urge so took him.
‘Charles,’ he would beg, clutching at his hand. ‘Charles, please!’
But still Charles would remain unmoving, for all purposes well and truly dead to the world.
Erik wouldn’t dare to say it aloud, but he was slowly losing hope.
And then, on the last day of Erik’s stay at the hospital, Erik had a dream.
Dreaming in itself was unusual to Erik – he seldom managed to fall into a deep enough sleep for that, nor did he sleep for very long; six hours a night was usually more than enough for him. And yet dreams were not so rare that he immediately suspected something out of the ordinary, which, in the end, it turned out to be.
Heat - Part 37b of 38
(Anonymous) 2012-10-27 03:09 pm (UTC)(link)In his dream, Erik was back at Westchester. He was wandering around Charles’s enormous house, looking for something – for someone. He searched the bedrooms and the kitchen and the dining room, but to no avail. Eventually, though, he found himself in the study. There was a figure sat in the high-backed armchair by the fire and, as Erik stepped in, the person looked up.
It was Charles.
‘Hello, my friend,’ he said warmly. ‘It is good to see you again.’
Erik stared at him for a moment, before darting forward.
‘Charles!’ he gasped out, his hands fluttering over Charles’s form as if afraid to touch him. ‘You’re here!’
Charles gave him a small, gentle smile.
‘Yes, it appears so, doesn’t it?’ he said quietly.
‘I was afraid-’ Erik started and then stopped. He couldn’t bring himself to say it.
‘I know,’ Charles smiled sadly. ‘You were afraid that I was gone.’
Erik swallowed at that and, without conscious thought, fell to his knees before Charles.
‘I’m so sorry,’ he whispered, bending his head low. ‘I’m so sorry I put you in that position, Charles. I never meant for you to get hurt and then you-’
But Charles was shaking his head, an almost painfully fond expression on his face.
‘Oh, Erik,’ he said sadly. ‘There’s nothing for you to feel sorry about. What I did, I did of my own volition. You tried your best to keep me away – to keep me safe. I know that, and I am deeply grateful for it. There is really no need for you to apologise.’
Erik nodded but he still couldn’t bring himself to look up.
Charles sighed and reached out so that he was grasping Erik’s hands in both of his own. They rested like that for a moment, the both of them silent and revelling in the presence of the other.
Finally, Erik looked up. He glanced around at the room before looking back to Charles with a thoughtful expression.
‘You’re in my dream,’ he said carefully.
Charles nodded.
‘Yes, I am. Although arguably one could say that it is our dream, since we are both present here.’
Erik smiled at that, and the pressure around his hands increased for a moment as Charles squeezed them.
‘I didn’t know you could so this,’ Erik murmured. ‘That your powers allowed you this … It is incredible. I didn’t know.’
Charles gave a dry laugh at that.
‘Oh my friend,’ he said, his voice sounding strangely wistful. ‘We’ve known each other for such a short time. There is still very much that we don’t know about each other.’
‘But we will,’ Erik said eagerly, clutching at Charles’s hands. ‘We have all the time in the world now, just the two of us. Together.’
His heart sank, however, at the expression on Charles’s face.
‘Charles …’ he said warningly as the other man bit his lip. ‘Spit it out.’
Charles sighed.
‘Very well,’ he said reluctantly. ‘But – I want you to keep calm.’
That, of course, had the complete opposite effect.
‘What do you mean, keep calm?’ Erik hissed, his fingers now digging into Charles’s skin, causing him to wince. ‘What’s wrong?’
Charles sighed.
‘I mean,’ he said patiently, gently extracting his hands from Erik’s, only to have Erik catch them again, ‘that … well – I might not know how to come back.’
Erik stared at him.
‘What?’ he asked flatly.
Charles winced.
‘Well you see-’
‘How can you not know how to get back?’ Erik demanded, gritting his teeth. ‘You’re a telepath, Charles – isn’t this something you should know?’
Charles’s expression shifted.
‘Yes,’ he said, with an airiness that barely masked the tightness of his jaw, ‘but I’ve never had anyone die in my head before, have I?’
There was a pause. The room around them flickered as if in response to an internal shudder from Charles.
‘Charles,’ Erik said at last, grimacing. ‘I’m sorry. Of course you-’ He shook his head. ‘I mean to say – I spoke foolishly. It is merely that I – I worry. I worry about you. I don’t want … not when I have just found you.’
Charles’s expression softened.
‘I know,’ he said with a gentle smile. ‘And don’t worry, Erik. I will find my way out. I’m feeling a lot better, you know – it’s how I was finally able to contact you.’ Then he frowned. ‘How long have I been unconscious, by the way?’
Erik didn’t meet his eyes.
Heat - Part 37c of 38
(Anonymous) 2012-10-27 03:12 pm (UTC)(link)‘Erik?’ Charles asked anxiously, tightening his grip on Erik’s hands. Erik immediately lifted his gaze up again, squeezing Charles’s fingers reassuringly.
‘Almost three weeks,’ he said gently, smiling ruefully when Charles’s eyes widened. ‘You’ve been unconscious ever since that night with Shaw.’
‘Three weeks,’ Charles repeated, looking slightly dazed. ‘I didn’t even realise … I was lost, you see,’ Charles explained, staring earnestly into Erik’s eyes. ‘And time works somewhat differently inside your head.’
Erik nodded wordlessly, squeezing Charles’s hand again.
Charles licked his lips, his eyes wide and anxious.
‘If I may ask,’ he began hesitantly. ‘What happened? Where are we? I presume that the two of us are together, considering it didn’t seem all that difficult to locate you …’ He trailed off.
‘We’re in a hospital,’ Erik explained quickly. ‘In Mexico.’
‘Mexico?’ Charles blinked, startled. ‘How on earth did we end up in Mexico?’
The corner of Erik’s mouth rose.
‘I have a friend,’ he said with a small smile. ‘Remy – my contact. He realised something was wrong when he couldn’t get in touch with me and he began to worry. He managed to triangulate our location and then got a helicopter over to us within a few hours. He brought us here to recover.’
Charles let out a slightly dazed laugh.
‘Remind me to thank him,’ he said. He looked out at Erik from under his eyelashes. ‘He must be a very good friend of yours, to do such a thing.’
Erik blinked before shrugging, looking almost embarrassed.
‘I suppose he must,’ he said, shaking his head. ‘I wouldn’t have thought so before, but … yes. I suppose he must be. You know, the first time I met him was in a bar?’
Charles raised a polite eyebrow.
‘Yeah,’ Erik said reminiscently. ‘I punched him in the face.’
Charles let out a loud burst of laughter at that.
‘What on earth for?’ he asked wonderingly.
Erik’s forehead crinkled in concentration.
‘As far as I can remember,’ he said slowly, ‘I think it was because he was hitting on me.’
Charles snickered at that before raising an inquisitive eyebrow that somehow managed to convey some sort of lewd suggestion.
Erik snorted.
‘What? Me and Remy?’ he shook his head. ‘Not in a million years. Apart from the fact that our relationship is a professional rather than personal one, the two of us would probably kill each other before an hour was up. Besides,’ he added as an after thought, ‘Remy is in a committed love-hate relationship with a wonderful young woman named Anna-Marie, and I-’ he paused.
‘Yes?’ Charles asked innocently. ‘And you?’
‘And I,’ Erik continued, his voice growing lower and changing into a seductive growl, ‘well … I suppose I have you.’
Charles smacked Erik on the head.
‘Charming,’ he huffed, though the corner of his mouth was turned up even as he tried to hide his smile. ‘All the romance has gone already, hasn’t it?’
Erik squeezed his knee.
‘Never,’ he declared. And as the smile spread on Charles’s face, he couldn’t resist leaning forward and pressing a gentle kiss full of suppressed feeling onto Charles’s lips. Charles’s mouth opened in a gasp but he recovered quickly and kissed back just as fervently, his eyes fluttering shut even as his arms came to rest around Erik’s shoulders.
‘Erik’ he murmured, opening his mouth and swiping his tongue teasingly against Erik’s lower lip, causing Erik to groan and surge forwards until he was all but devouring Charles, both of his large, capable hands clutching Charles’s face possessively and drawing him close. Charles let out a groan at that and suddenly they were pressed together, Erik on top of Charles, and they were moving against one another, hands flying everywhere, desperate to touch more skin.
Heat - Part 37d of 38
(Anonymous) 2012-10-27 03:16 pm (UTC)(link)Erik pulled back before things got too heated, however, and both of them were left panting, clothes askew and hair sticking up in all directions, simply gazing each other with wide, glazed eyes.
‘This – this isn’t really happening, is it,’ Erik managed to say once he had finishing panting.
‘No,’ Charles shook his head and wiped the hair away from his forehead, where it was stuck in sweaty strands. ‘I’m afraid not. This is all in our dreams. In our heads.’
Erik nodded at that, but didn’t say anything.
They sat in silence for a minute more, trying to get their breathing under control.
‘We should probably wait,’ Erik said abruptly, not meeting Charles’s eyes. ‘Until you’re – I mean, until we are both awake.’
Charles gave him a rueful smile.
‘I suppose,’ he said, even though his eyes were fixed on Erik’s reddened lips.
Erik, despite his best efforts, felt his mouth start to curve up into a smile.
‘It’s not going to work if you keep looking at me like that, Charles,’ he murmured.
‘Hmm?’ Charles clearly didn’t seem to be listening, appearing nearly hypnotised by the way Erik’s lips moved.
Erik smirked. ‘Thinking happy thoughts, Charles?’ he teased.
Charles blinked.
‘God I want to kiss you,’ he breathed, apropos of nothing.
Erik paused at that, before smiling a slow, dangerous smile.
‘So,’ he murmured, leaning towards Charles, ‘Kiss me.’
But Charles suddenly shook his head, pulling away slightly.
‘No, Erik,’ he said, looking up at him with a look of longing on his face. ‘What I mean is that I want to really kiss you.’
Erik’s eyebrow rose upwards.
‘Again,’ he said slowly, teasingly. ‘So kiss me.’
But Charles was still shaking his head.
‘I don’t mean here,’ he said softly. ‘I mean outside. I want to kiss you outside.’
Erik froze, before slowly leaning back into his chair. He watched Charles appraisingly for a moment, his expression contemplative. When he next spoke, however, his tone was low and heated.
‘So,’ he said slowly, his eyes never moving from Charles’s, ‘Kiss me.’
Charles opened his mouth and shut it again, his expression suddenly unsure.
‘Come on, Charles,’ Erik said, gripping his hands and leaning forward eagerly. ‘You can do it. I know you can. If you want to really kiss me half as much as I want to kiss you, then you will. But you’ve got to want it.’
Charles turned to Erik at that.
‘I do,’ he said softly, reaching out a hand to gently cup Erik’s chin. ‘Oh Erik – you have no idea how much I want you.’
Something wild and hot clenched somewhere deep inside Erik’s gut and he swallowed.
‘Then come and get me,’ he whispered.
Charles held his eyes for a moment, and then smiled.
The room vanished.
One moment it was there, and then it was like all the light had been sucked out, leaving nothing behind but inky blackness. Erik blinked, startled, and then suddenly there was a great sense of fear rising in his chest and there was nothing around him and he couldn’t see, and – he reached out, trying to feel about him, for a table or a wall or a – a floor …
Erik’s stomach lurched as he realised that there was nothing beneath him, nothing to catch him, nothing which would stop his descent, and then he was falling – falling, falling, falling …
Re: Heat - Part 37d of 38
This is just Charles waking up, right? RIGHT?
Re: Heat - Part 37d of 38
(Anonymous) 2012-10-30 12:45 am (UTC)(link)Hope you manage to read the last part! xx
Re: Heat - Part 37d of 38