[Fic] Wait for It (Erik/Charles, NC-17)

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Wait for It
1000+ | Erik/Charles | NC-17

Unbeta'ed; kink_bingo: piercings

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"I am going to take this off now," Erik says, when he has Charles naked, his pyjamas folded on the dresser. Erik has forced his chair to the corner of his room, and Charles tries not to feel vulnerable. "And I will trust you not to read my mind."

Charles nods, throat suddenly dry. He concentrates on his own thoughts, trying to stay within his own mind and to notice nothing else. "Of course," he says. "You can trust me, Erik."

Erik smiles and sets the helmet on the night stand, sitting down beside Charles. The bed shifts under his weight, and Charles wants to demand to be touched. If he demands, though, the spell is over. Erik will pull the chair back to the bed, and he will be gone long before anyone can respond to Charles request for help.

"You know that I cannot." Erik ghosts a kiss over Charles' mouth and raises his hand. The bag is still on the dresser, where Erik left it before he came, and Charles watches the latch undo itself before the contents rise.

The needles rise on their own, and Charles sucks in a breath. They are not particularly long, but he still fears them. Erik killed Shaw with little more than a coin, and dozens of sharp needles could shred his veins.

“Scared, friend?” Erik’s voice is amused, and Charles feels foolish that he nods.

“You are always dangerous, Erik,” he says, and he watches the needles come closer, so they are hanging over his skin.

“Good of you to remember, Charles.” Erik isn’t looking at him now, though, staring at the needles.

It’s a surprise when the first needle drops from the group, when it drops down and slides into his skin, just to the side of his left nipple. The pain is immediate, but not as sharp as he would have thought. He can feel the tug of Erik’s power on the needle, humming into his skin.

The second needle is expected, the same pain and release, and Charles hisses. He grips the sheets and closes his eyes, just feeling Erik pierce his skin again and again, the pattern he can make. He bites his lip because he will not make the noises Erik likes so much; he has done nothing yet to earn it.

“So stubborn, Charles,” Erik murmurs, and there are needles sliding into his sides, the fleshiest bits of his shoulders.

When they push into his body two and three at a time, then he cries out, and Erik silences him with a kiss. His power makes the piercings shiver under his skin, and Erik’s hands are on the sides of his face, holding him here.

He wants to ask if just this much metal in his body could give Erik control of his body, if they were placed differently. If there was metal about his ankles, could Erik make them tight around his back as he fucked Charles? The thought terrifies him, and yet he wants to ask for it. He groans into Erik’s mouth instead. He wants to put the image into Erik’s mind, to know.

Erik moves, straddling Charles’ legs. One hand is out to make the piercings shiver again, and to hold him still. He cannot writhe with that pressure against his chest, his shoulders and sides. Erik has him pinned and could crush him now.

“Do you like that, Charles?” Erik asks, and Charles knows that it’s a pointless question. Erik has eyes.

“Erik, please,” he whispers, and he tries to raise his head enough to see Erik’s naked body, his erection.

“What do you want, Charles?” Erik’s other hand is idly stroking over himself, like he could wait for hours like this.

“Let me feel it,” he whispers.

Erik’s hand picks up speed, and his body shivers, and he is already close. The pressure is worse, and Charles forces long breaths in and out. There is pain now, but he can feel it. He cannot feel Erik over his legs, but everywhere else, there is Erik.

“Now, Charles,” Erik says. “You may do it now.”

Charles enters Erik’s mind, and it is just images of him, of his body just like this, the dark impulse to hurt Charles like this and the lust, the want and the guilt, and Charles is drowning in it. If he were thinking properly, he would go for other things, for battle plans, but these thoughts beckon him. He clings to them like a drowning man as Erik’s pleasure grows.

He manages one last breath before he is totally lost, Erik’s mind and power overwhelming him. He thinks he may shout, but the sound is lost below Erik’s own crying out, his climax taking them both, and the tinny sound of the needles pulling from his body and scattering on the floor. At that, Charles knows he screams.

They are quiet for a moment, and Charles pulls from Erik’s mind to feel for the others. They have heard them of course, and they are coming too soon. There is rarely time for afterglow.

“Erik,” he says, and that is all the prompting Erik needs. He tumbles off the bed and begins to pull on his clothing once more. He leaves the helmet off.

The needles disappear into the bag as if they are an afterthought. Erik doesn’t even look to them.

Erik released on Charles’ skin, low on his belly, below the last of the needles. The pressure cuts off, and Charles reaches down to touch the mess, spreading Erik’s come on his stomach and over his fingers, before bringing his fingers to his mouth to clean them.

“If you continue that, Charles, I would have to kidnap you, and your students would see that as an affront, I daresay.” Erik kisses Charles, his tongue pushing between Charles’ lips so he may taste himself. “But it would be worth it.”

Charles laughs and kisses Erik once more, before he can put his helmet on again. “But at least I know I will see you soon.”

Erik’s laughter has yet to fade from Charles’ ears before Hank begins to pound on the door.