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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
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--- 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...

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From: (Anonymous)

So. Er. A sequel to take anything you give me. If you recognise the song from which I cribbed the title, congratulations -- that's the other song for the fic, which I was too embarrassed to admit to. NEVER DE-ANONING.

This is the Erik of this AU: http://tumblr.com/ZEQAlxCrPn0O (on good days, at least)

Charles at 18: http://cellno8.tumblr.com/post/13455294140

I'm terrible at planning out stories I'm working on, so I honestly have no idea how long this fic will be. I will try to resist the temptation of rushing into the denoument. I've reduced the age gap between Charles and Raven to two years -- though, really, given that the writers of XMFC didn't exactly make up their minds on that, why should I? I can't remember if the comics ever said anything about Charles's birthday, so I've set it in September, which in 1963 marks his first comic book appearance.

Warning: underage sex.

a man with a midas touch

Charles lost his virginity to a man he met at a bar, a few months shy of his eighteenth birthday. As with most things in his life, it was a combination of deliberate planning and complete happenstance: he'd put on his tightest shirt and strutted into the nearest bar with condoms in his pocket, but he hadn't expected to be picked up by the bar's mouthwateringly burly, Canadian bouncer.

He still thought of Logan and the 48 hours' worth of accelerated study in sexual gratification fondly, but as far as significant life events go it didn't even rate as highly as the day Harvard accepted his application. Certainly, if he were to choose the most life-changing experience he'd ever had, it would be meeting Raven -- always Raven, his sister and confidante and best beloved. He supposed he'd been lucky: while his classmates fell in and out of love, exploring the mysteries of the human heart, he'd already lived through any number of relationships -- good, bad, horrifically ugly -- several times over by the time he entered Harvard. His mother's doctor tried to put him on suppressor drugs when he was twelve ("I want to help you, Charles," Dr. Clark said, terrified out of his mind) but he didn't take to them very well. In the end they packed him off to see a government-paid psi counsellor, who smiled at him kindly and said there was nothing wrong with him, just please remember that other people take things like privacy seriously.

Charles took Raven with him when he finally packed his bags for Massachusetts, aged 17. Harvard had sent him an offer when he was 16, the year he graduated from high school, but he wrote back with a polite letter asking for a deferment. The staffmember from the College Admissions Office sounded indulgent over the phone, assuming that he was spending his gap year being white and American in a Third World country of his choice. The truth was rather less exciting: Charles worked to supplement his diminishing trust fund and worried over Raven, while searching for cheap accommodations that would accept two teenagers.

They left behind the rambling house and its rambling mistress with three suitcases weighing down the boot of Charles's car, which he promptly sold when they arrived in Cambridge. Raven held Charles's hand tight in hers all through their first night in the tiny, roach-infested flat, sharing one air mattress and listening to unfamiliar noises in the dark.