round 3 overflow post

[starkmodistries.livejournal.com]

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

EXAMPLE:
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...

Comments

FILL: The Better Men (20d/30ish)

[(Anonymous)]

No, it was too difficult to think about slowing down, and much too difficult to think about Forgiving you doesn't fix everything – they could figure that out later, he just wanted to think about Yes, I forgive you all of it, everything and Charles's desperate gasping cries as he threw his head back and let Erik's mouth map out the smooth terrain of his throat.

Erik doubted he would have even heard the knock at the door if it hadn't been mere inches from his ear. Even then he wouldn't have stopped, but Charles did, pulling back inasmuch as he could pull back, which was not at all much, and for a moment they were frozen, eyes locked, and the knock was still the merest flutter at the edge of Erik's mind, nowhere near as important as the gorgeous glow of Charles's eyes, dazed and dilated but more importantly happy, bright and soft with a joy that took ten years off his face. It was the most beautiful thing Erik had ever seen, he wanted to touch that joy, taste it, drink it, he leaned back in –

"Erik," Charles said, painfully, reluctantly, "Erik, I think it's a student."

"What?"

"At the door. It's someone short, it must be a student. It could be important."

Erik literally could not imagine anything important enough to interrupt this, including fire, flood, or rampaging lions. But Charles was trying to wriggle free, so Erik tried to swallow his agonized impatience and let Charles down onto his feet. With shaking hands he smoothed his hair and buttoned his robes over his torn shirt while Charles did similarly.

They opened the door on a trembling, white-faced Scorpius Malfoy.

---

Maybe I should come back later, Scorpius thought as a strange noise drifted through the door – someone crying, maybe? It was hard to imagine Professor Lehnsherr crying. Anyway he'd already knocked.

There was such a long pause before the door opened that he began shifting foot to foot – maybe he'd come back later after all – but this really was important. At least he thought it was important, it felt important... it felt scary, at least... but maybe he was overreacting, maybe he ought to do as the headmaster said and not tell anyone...

Finally the door opened. To Scorpius's surprise, Professor Xavier stood in the doorway beside Professor Lehnsherr. They both looked a little strange, shaky and flushed. Professor Xavier had a red mark on his neck.

"Can I help you, Malfoy?" Professor Lehnsherr said, rough-voiced.

Scorpius swallowed, heard his own voice come out rather small. "If you have a moment, sir, I'd like to talk to you."

Professor Lehnsherr opened his mouth, and his expression made Scorpius think he was about to get sent away to come back later, but Professor Xavier touched Professor Lehnsherr's arm and said, "Of course, Scorpius. Come on in. I'm sure it's important or you wouldn't be here so early."

Scorpius nodded and let himself be ushered into the room and seated at the table, already laid out with tea and three kinds of toast.

It was strange to see a teacher's personal chambers. Professor Lehnsherr didn't seem to have much in the way of decoration, just a few books and lamps, and a stone hawk on the mantle. But then, this was his first year, maybe he hadn't finished unpacking.

"Have some toast, Scorpius," Professor Xavier said, but Scorpius shook his head. His stomach felt too cold and shaky for eating. "Some tea, then?" He nodded, hesitantly, and Professor Xavier glanced up at Professor Lehnsherr. "Some tea, please, Erik?"

Like seeing his personal rooms, it felt strange and invasive to hear someone call a professor by his first name. Scorpius had had enough strange and invasive things in the last twenty-four hours. He felt himself shivering and tried to stop, watching Professor Lehnsherr step off to the counter to get the teapot and a new cup.

"Milk and sugar, please?" Scorpius asked, and Professor Lehnsherr nodded, though he still looked grumpy.