round 3 overflow post

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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

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

a man with a midas touch, Charles/Erik, Charles/others (2b/?)

[(Anonymous)]

"--Harvard has guidelines on professional conduct for the faculty. They all but nail it to our fucking doors that sexual relationships with students are verboten. I have always prided myself on questioning human standards before submitting to those I choose, but on this, there was never any question in my mind." Erik's mouth softened, just a little. "Xavier, why are you doing this? If you need the money, I have contacts in the mutant network who give people like us good, safe jobs."

But I'm already as safe as I could be, Charles thought. He conducted his business through websites for sugar babies seeking sugar daddies and Craigslist, not on the streets, and always made sure to leave his appointment diary behind in a locked case where Raven knew to find it. His eidetic memory didn't need the aid -- it was insurance, in case something happened. He was a bloody telepath, for god's sakes. He didn't even need to be paid upfront, because anyone who wanted to do a runner would soon find himself agreeing to fork over twice the agreed fee to an unamused Charles. And he never told any of his clients about Raven.

It's the mutants he had to look out for. He loved mutants and their many wonders, but he never had to worry about psi-resistant bad clients when it came to ordinary humans.

"I'm fine," Charles said, managing to make himself sound half-way gracious. "I don't need to be saved, professor. I chose a job that suits my needs -- unlike most of my classmates, I'll be graduating without debt. It doesn't cut into my study hours, and my regulars are more than happy to pay for incidentals."

Like travel costs. Food. Books. Clothes. The movie tickets he and Raven hadn't been able to afford. The trip to New York he'd taken with Raven to re-acquaint themselves with the city before she started college. Raven had stayed with a friend -- but Charles had stayed in a palatial suite at the Four Seasons with a man who liked Charles to whisper filthy things as he sucked Charles's cock.

Charles licked his lips, remembering. Lehnsherr's gaze fell to his mouth as if magnetised, then reluctantly dragged itself up to meet Charles's eyes. A flush reddened his cheeks momentarily, but his eyes remained unapproachably severe.

"You don't have a relationship with me," Charles said, hammering the point in. "We had a business transaction, that's all."

"Forgive me my excessive sentimentality," Lehnsherr snapped. "My point stands: I cannot be expected to assess you objectively as a student with-- with that hanging over every word we exchange in class. Even if I am hardly worth remembering among your many other clients."

Charles wanted to put his head into his hands in despair. "You can, and you will. Or I'll--"

"What? File a complaint? Blackmail me?" Lehnsherr said. "Not so professional now, are we?"

"That was unnecessarily cruel, professor. And unworthy of you," Charles said, soft. His hands felt icy-cold -- shock, he thought, detached -- and he warmed them between his knees. Which, helpfully, also suppressed the trembling.

Lehnsherr sighed and seemed to deflate, raking his fingers through his hair. He was watching Charles with a strange expression on his face, somewhere between anger and desire. Charles probed his mind gently, slipping just a little deeper than he usually would--