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

Fill: Made For Each Other (For Certain), pt.28

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There was a long silence. Erik's mind was a jumbled swirl of images. Charles recognized that trick. The thing Shaw had used, Erik had it now, and he could be thinking anything. How to kill him, how to torture him. Or kiss him, or love him. Charles didn't know. It sent a sudden thrill down his spine.

"Why did you do it? Force the bond like that?"

"Half-formed bond was a risk, it made us both weaker. And your anger drowned you, I had to keep your head above the water somehow. I did what I had to do and I don't regret it."

“If you hadn't forced it, you wouldn't be injured like this.”

"If I hadn't done it, you would be dead. I'm sure of it," Charles said, raising his head to look at him. "I had to protect you."

"I don't need your protection."

"Yes, I remember. However, that isn't up to you. I'm the alpha here," Charles argued, leaning back against the pillow. Erik reached over him to tighten the other cuff as well before taking a step back from the bed.

"I know,” Erik said and took his shirt off, dropping it on the chair. ”Which makes me the omega. And apparently that's a permanent state now. No returns if the package is opened, that's how Azazel put it. I will stay this way, no matter if we are together or not.”

”For that,I'm sorry,” Charles said. “But now that the bond is gone, you can to take someone else as your mate. I can't stop you.”

”I would still be omega with someone else,” Erik said, continuing to take his clothes off. Charles watched him, his mouth suddenly dry. ”And better the devil you know than the one you don't.”

He reached to grab the blanket and pulled it aside.

“You don't have to do this,” Charles said, squirming against the straps.

”I don't have to do anything, that's the point,” he said and reached for his pajama pants and started to tug them down. “But I want to do all kinds of things. I need to be in control what happens to me."

"I'm strapped to a bed," Charles noted. "And you have that thing on you that scrambles your thoughts. I can't get up and take it from you, and I can't influence you to give it to me. I would say you are in control here."

Erik didn't say anything, just stared at him intently.

"I can't hear you, if that's what you are trying," Charles said.

"Good."

That hurt. It was one thing to let Erik take control because he needed that, an another that he wanted to stay mentally an arm's length away. Charles needed the connection, to see Erik's pleasure burn inside his mind. But he was still the alpha here. His duty was to protect and provide for his mate, and that meant that he couldn't always do it the way he wanted to do it.

It meant that he did it the way Erik asked it to be done. The way he could accept it. The way he needed it. Even if it hurt.

“Now that I decide, I say we try the old school method,” he said, getting in the bed and touching his bare skin. It was electrifying, his body reacting to it immediately, like Erik had turned a switch inside him. “I can't guarantee love yet, that's why I brought the gadget with me.”

Charles blinked, confused.

“What?”

“You told me that sex is never simple for you,” Erik said, continuing to stroke his skin, pushing his t-shirt up to bare more skin to touch. “Now it is. You don't have to listen anything. Just lay back and enjoy. Simple.” He leaned down to lick the stretch of skin above his navel and Charles drew a hurried breath.

“Are you sure...”

“Stop talking,” he ordered and reached to stroke his cock. Charles started to forget why he had wasted time doubting this.

Charles hoped he would kiss him, but he was more interested about his chest. Erik licked and kissed his way up, his hand stroking him hard. He approached the left side of his body slowly, the part where Charles felt the wound the strongest. Charles held his breath, expecting pain when he would touch him there. Erik smoothed his hand over the curve of his ribcage and back again. For the first time, the ache eased.

Re: Fill: Made For Each Other (For Certain), pt.28

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That's an interesting idea that Erik's got here--how he wants to still control his life, despite being the omega. I think that this new idea for them might be better, though. Working off a chemistry that isn't dictated by a bond.