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

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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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Fill: Meant For Each Other (For Certain) pt. 23 [violence]

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Charles could feel Shaw sniffing out the bond between them. He saw it, not like Emma Frost, but still with the same curiosity, sudden surprise, and then, hunger. Charles saw it glaring from his face. Shaw was an energy feeder, a filthy vampire, and in his eyes the bond was mouthwatering.

Charles tried to stay calm and centered, keep his impressions to himself. Erik didn't need any excess emotions from him. He already drowned in his own rage, sliding down fast in the dark hole inside his mind. The bond was his lifeline, not the thing that would push him down.

Shaw looked at him from head to toe, weighing him out.

“I have to tell you Erik, your new master doesn't look like much. You should come back to me, I know how to satisfy your thirst for blood. Did you enjoy the carnage I arranged for you today?”

“If you have something to say, you can address me, not my mate,” Charles said coldly.

“Creating boundaries already, I like that,” Shaw said, smiling wider. “Erik has always needed a firm hand. Smack him around few times and you'll see. It makes all the difference.”

“I won't tolerate disparaging remarks either,” Charles said, walking a bit further in the room. Angel clung to Shaw's arm, and that way she functioned as a human shield. Charles separated her mental shape from his and what was left, was a distorted jumble of meaningless images. A tipped puzzle in a box.

Emma's mind flashed a warning to him. Charles returned an affirmative thought. Shaw had something that interfered with their abilities.

“Disparaging? How precious. You might've marked him, but I made him. I trained that bitch to behave before you were even old enough to know the difference between alphas and omegas. Trust me, he is whatever I want him to be.”

“Mind your language,” Charles said, calm and relaxed. Everyone in the room stared at him. Charles tasted the acid flavor of shame seeping through the bond, and he smoothed it over, willing Erik to ignore Shaw's words. They meant nothing.

“The warehouse. You were behind that attack. Why?” Erik asked suddenly. “What was the point? Amateurs with a few low-grade guns? I took them out in thirty seconds.”

“A little something for me to you. You haven't killed anyone since Argentina,” Shaw said. “And I wanted to see if you still drag these two with you. Azazel, stop that. Alex, do you mind?”

Azazel had slowly pushed Janos and Raven back, all the way to the big windows at the far end of the living room. Charles noticed how Azazel tensed when Alex walked around Shaw, standing closer to them. Maybe he knew the boy, or he knew to expect the worst. Shaw smirked, noticing the same.

“Did you already realize that you can't just teleport your little cutie out of here? It's interesting what you can buy from Vatican these days,” he said and took something from his pocket, a vial in a silver chain. He handed it to Angel who giggled pleased and slipped the chain around her neck.

Charles didn't know what it meant, but Azazel seemed to recognize the trinket. He stopped dead still, his eyes widening. Janos' mind turned into blind chaos of movement. Charles tugged Raven's mind reassuringly, and she in turn squeezed Janos' arm. Charles glanced at Azazel to signal him, forced Erik to focus on him and reached out to brush against Emma's mind.

"Keep this up and you will have a big problem in your hands," Charles said.

"You? Please."

"No. Her."

***

Emma saw the difference in Charles the second they walked in the hallway. The bond was fully formed and alive between them. It wasn't possible. That didn't happen, not that fast, not that perfect. Not without tampering.

Emma's skin crawled. If he would do that to his mate, what else he was ready to do? Erik stared at her as they passed her, his mouth quirking in disgust. Emma bit her tongue to keep her thoughts to herself. Charles' alpha nature was surfacing, and she didn't want to test his new instincts by riling Erik. Not in a time like this.