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...

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Heat - Part 31a

[(Anonymous)]

Erik grunted, catching the metal freezer with his powers, groaning with the effort that it took. Gritting his teeth, he shoved it back at Shaw, who merely laughed and batted it away.

‘Come now, Erik,’ Shaw chided. ‘Surely you can do better than that?’

Erik glared at him, full of hate and anger.

‘You’ll know the answer to that when I snap your neck in two,’ he snarled. Heaving a metal bar at Shaw, he suddenly charged forward and threw himself at him, crashing into Shaw and throwing him down. Logically, Erik knew that what he had done was foolish. Shaw hadn’t been the slightest bit harmed by a car careering into him; it was highly unlikely that Erik’s fists would make much of a difference. All he was doing was putting himself in harm’s way. And yet part of him did not care and was pleased to give into his reckless anger. Even if it didn’t harm Shaw, he found punching him repeatedly in the face very satisfying.

That didn’t last for long, of course. Erik had barely managed to get two solid hits in when Shaw tensed his body and pushed, and suddenly Erik found himself flung aside once more. He couldn’t help but let out a groan of pain as he crashed into the ground and this time it was a moment before he could bring himself to move. He feebly twitched his limbs and then carefully levered himself onto his side, sure that he had heard a rib or two crack under the impact.

Shaw was watching him, an indecipherable look on his face.

‘It doesn’t have to be like this, you know,’ he said conversationally. ‘Believe it or not, I don’t want to cause you pain, Erik.’

That startled a harsh laugh out of Erik.

‘You could have fooled me,’ he wheezed, staring venomously up at Shaw, wishing he could hurt him with the sheer power of his hatred. ‘My entire childhood was nothing but pain. You ensured that, Shaw.’

‘Yes, that is true,’ Shaw admitted, not sounding in the least bit penitent. ‘But it was for your own good, Erik. You wouldn’t have learned to control your powers otherwise. Believe me, my boy, if I could have taught in you in a gentler, kinder way then I would have. Unfortunately, while others learn with the carrot, some can only learn with the stick. You, Erik, could only learn what was necessary through pain.’

‘And my mother?’ Erik gasped out, glad for Shaw’s lack of reticence if only for the time it gave him to recuperate. ‘What did killing her bring?’

‘Oh my boy!’ Shaw’s eyes were wide. ‘Erik, don’t you see? That was the best lesson I ever taught you! Before that you couldn’t so much as move a coin let alone anything else, however much we tortured you. But the moment your mother died-’ Shaw’s expression turned dreamy, as if he were reliving one of the best moments of his life. ‘Oh Erik, it was magnificent! It was more than I could have possibly hoped for! One can learn to resist physical pain, after all, but emotional pain … Oh Erik. If you had a hundred mothers I would have killed them all just in order to see you blossom like that again!’

Erik’s pain was forgotten.

With a cry of fury he tore himself up from the ground and once again hurled himself at Shaw, calling to the metal all around him for aid. Shaw laughed as the metal swarmed at him and he raised his hands to brush them away.

But this time Erik was ready. Before the metal could hit Shaw he caused it to halt and, before Shaw could realise what he was doing, caused the metal to close all around him, forming a thick metal coffin around Shaw’s body.

He gasped when it was done and fell down to his knees, exhausted. There was now at least ten inches of solid steel and iron encasing Shaw from all sides – Erik had even pushed the metal beneath Shaw so as to enclose him properly.

He took a moment to shut his eyes and calm his breathing.

Heat - Part 31b

[(Anonymous)]

Shaw was trapped. He was locked inside a solid metal box from which there was no escape. There was also very little air. Erik couldn’t help but hope that Shaw’s slow, eventual suffocation would be painful. He could feel himself smiling grimly at the thought.

And then a loud bang sounded, startling Erik onto his feet.

He looked over to the metal coffin and swallowed.

There, in the middle, was the impression of a large, powerful fist.

And as Erik watched, another appeared.

Bang!

Another fist impression, right beside the other.

Bang!

This one overlapped the other two, thinning the stretched metal even further.

Bang!

The metal pushed outwards, groaning at the pounding that it was taking. It wouldn’t be long before Shaw broke through.

Forcing himself to remain calm, Erik reached out with his hands and immediately began to pull more metal towards the coffin, layering another sheet over the front just as Shaw’s fist connected with the already-thinned casing.

He swallowed as the sound of Shaw’s laughter echoed out, even through a thick layer of steel. Gritting his teeth, Erik set to piling more and more metal over the coffin, encasing it over and over again, hoping that Shaw would just hurry up and suffocate already. But each time he placed a new layer of metal over the side he could see the beginnings of a dent on the layer preceding it and he knew that Shaw wasn’t far behind. This was not the solid prison that Erik had believed it to be. If he paused for more than a minute, then Shaw would break his way through.

Worse still, Erik was growing tired.

Yet still he did not stop. He couldn’t. If he did – if he stopped, if he tired – then this would all have been for nothing. He had Shaw now, he had him and there was no way that he was letting him go, not now. He would keep Shaw in this prison until his own bones turned to dust if necessary, but nothing on earth could make him stop-

Erik!






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Re: Heat - Part 31b

[renuki.livejournal.com]

Maybe you should try to see if you can shove something through the back of his head, Erik?

(and oh, there is Charles.)