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Round 3 Overflow Post

This post is for Round 3 fills only. We ask that when a round hits 8500 comments, fillers begin moving their fills to this post.

Format:
SUBJECT LINE -- Round #, short description of fic (ex: "Alex/Hank, lab partners")
--- Link to the prompt
--- Text of the prompt

--- Link to the fill
OR
--- Entire text of the fill

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Prompt: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=1038472#t2038174

Charles/Erik -- Charles is a bakery owner whose most frequent customer is Erik.

Fill: http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/6437.html?thread=0139482#t4502942

Charles started off the morning the same way he always did...

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Heat - Part 37c of 38

[(Anonymous)]

‘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.