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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.

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

--- Link to the fill
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--- 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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En Passant 3/7 (Charles/Erik, Charles/Shaw, omegaverse AU, warning: dubcon)

[(Anonymous)]

Erik ran a hand idly down Charles's side to his hips, then reached over to stroke the inside of his thighs. "I'm surprised this wasn't included in your negotiations."

"It's pointless to bargain with something I have very little control over," Charles said, matter-of-factly. He didn't seem to notice or care that Erik withdrew his hand instantly, stung and about to launch into an angry rebuttal. Charles pulled the blankets over his shoulders and turned onto his side, facing away from Erik, switching off the bedside lamp.

For a few minutes, Erik watched the dark outline of Charles's body. Then he lay back and thought about Charles's offer, already planning where and when to send him for reconnaisance. He'd have to use Charles judiciously.

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Frost duly scanned Charles the next day in Erik's chamber, both of them sitting across from each other, eeriely blank-faced. Erik paced the perimeter of the room, while Mystique sat perched on the armrest of Charles's chair and divided her glares between Erik and Frost. Time seemed to have stretched into infinity when Frost finally blinked and rose from her chair, regal in her usual whites.

"He's clean," Frost said, turning towards Erik. "No secret plots, not even a desire to drop a teaspoon of arsenic in your morning coffee. Unfortunately for your purposes, darling, Shaw didn't tell him anything he considered useful."

She tilted a cool smile towards Charles. "But our dear Sebastian did use him as an assistant, so you may want to consider assigning him to the labs. Apparently he was considered quite a brilliant geneticist."

Charles was silent, though his hands trembled a little. Erik waited for him to say yes or no -- anything at all, even suspicion -- to Frost's proposal, but he might as well have been waiting for a reaction from a brick wall. Mystique leaned over and wrapped an arm around Charles's shoulders, drawing him close. Irritated, Erik dismissed Frost and Mystique, over Mystique's vociferous protests.

He eyed Charles with a faint, weary disgust. Erik was surprised, then, when Charles opened his mouth and said, "I would prefer not to serve the Brotherhood as a scientist."

Erik leaned forward. "Why?"

"Our agreement was based on the use of my telepathy, not my scientific knowledge. If you've read my file, then I am sure you know that our views don't coincide." One hand drifted down to press low on his stomach. "I was told I'm a good teacher, before-- before. Perhaps I can help train the younger mutants."

"One way or the other, you will be building an army," Erik pointed out.

Charles gave him a thin smile. "Raven assured me that not every mutant child taken by the Brotherhoood becomes a soldier."

Erik shrugged. "True. Not all mutations, however beautiful, are useful for our current purpose."

"Which reminds me -- it will be quite late in the gestation period before I can confirm whether I'm carrying a mutant child. I would like to raise her, nevertheless," Charles said. His back was ramrod straight, hands clasped together, like a Brotherhood operative about to deliver a report. "I realise this will complicate things, but if she's not a mutant I thought I could pass her off as Shaw's child, given that the pregnancy occurred very soon after my arrival here."

Erik bit down on his instinctive refusal -- it was abominable, for one of his own flesh to be passed off as Shaw's -- and forced himself to consider Charles's words carefully. He hissed, then shook his head slowly. "No. I won't make a decision now. Not until after I know whether the child is human or mutant."

Charles stared at him, a strange hardness in his blue eyes, then looked away. His mouth was set tight with some unknown emotion. Anger, Erik guessed, or possibly contempt. It was impossible to tell.

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