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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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Heat - Part 25b

[(Anonymous)]

Erik grimaced at that, suddenly even more thankful for Charles’s timely intervention.

Thank you, he said again. Truly, Charles. Thank you.

Yes, well, Charles’s mental voice was almost embarrassed. Any time. Now, you may want to take a look at our wind-controlling friend over there – he seems to have made some headway with your little snare. Fascinating mutation, by the way, being able to control the wind. I wonder if he is able to do it on a larger sca-

Not now Charles, Erik said impatiently, reaching out with his powers and pulling the mass of metal encircling the other mutant tighter. The man swore and immediately began struggling again, where before he had been slyly and silently trying to extricate himself from the metal prison.

Once that was done and the man was well and truly trapped, his arms pinned at his sides, Erik strode forward.

‘Shaw,’ he barked, coming to a stop just in front of the man. ‘Where is he?’

The Spaniard stopped struggling and instead turned to look at Erik with an expression of the deepest scorn on his face.

‘Bésame el culo,’ he sneered, before turning and spitting – as best he could – at Erik’s feet.

Face completely blank, Erik brought his hand up and swiftly decked the Spaniard across the face with his fist.

‘Where. Is. Shaw?’ he repeated, his teeth gritted and his eyes fierce.

The other man, sagging against the metal that was holding him up, merely looked up at Erik and grinned even as a trickle of blood escaped his lips.

‘Tu madre es un puta,’ he whispered defiantly, grimacing as the movement of his lips sparked a shock of pain through the side of his face.

Erik stilled.

His eyes narrowed.

Then, in the time it took to so much as blink, Erik had caught hold of the Spaniard’s mass of black hair and, seizing it, jerked it back violently, just as one of the metal arms encasing the man suddenly split off and, raising itself, seemed to sharpen into the shape of a deadly blade, the point of which rested less than a hair’s breadth away from the Spaniard’s throat.

The man’s eyes widened and his mouth opened in panic as he tried to suppress his natural instincts to struggle in case it caused the blade to cut into his neck. Panting wildly, he tried to calm himself, his wide, terrified eyes not moving an inch away from the blade at his throat.

‘Now,’ Erik said silkily, leaning forward with a terrifying, teeth-baring smile. ‘I will ask you one more time. Where. Is. Shaw?’

At that moment there was something akin to a roar within his mind and Erik suddenly became aware that Charles had been hollering at him for the past thirty seconds.

Erik! he cried. What are you doing?

Erik grimaced and remembered why he hadn’t wanted Charles to be here with him for this, backup or not.

What I have to, Charles, he said grimly. Now stay out of my head. I don’t want you to see this.

No – Erik wait! Charles’s voice immediately pushed through, sounding panicked. Don’t do this, Erik – be the better man!

Erik growled. The Spaniard was watching him now, completely uncomprehending and all the more terrified for it.

This is Shaw we’re talking about, Charles, he snarled. While he is out there I have no choice but to be the sort of man that I am. You don’t know what he’s done, or you would understand. If I have to be the lesser man to get what I need, then so be it.

But it doesn’t have to be this way! Charles said desperately. You’re not alone anymore, Erik. You have me with you. Let me do this for you, Erik. Let me get the information that you need.

Erik paused, on the edge of protest, before slumping.

Okay, Charles, he said resignedly, knowing that Charles’s way was inarguably the better option. Do it then.

Thank you, my friend, came the soft brush of Charles’s thoughts before his presence all but disappeared from Erik’s mind.

Erik watched as the Spaniard’s eyes suddenly widened before relaxing a little, his eyelids drooping slightly as Charles rifled through his mind.