Fic: Knot What I Expected| Charles/Erik| XMFC| AU
Title: Knot What I Expected
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Rating: NC17
Summary: I wanted to write a fic with soulmates, powers and knotting. This is what happened.
Disclaimer: I don't own much of anything.
“Dr. Johnson, I’m calling to remind you I’ll need the next two weeks off. I’ve already lined up a substitute for the freshmen courses and assigned papers to the upper levels.” Charles Xaivier shifts his weight from heel to toe, taps his finger along his kitchen counter. Irritation crawls along his shoulders; he takes a deep breath and releases it slowly. The clock on the wall paces his heartbeat.
The sound of papers flipping echoes dimly over the phone before Dr. Johnson says, “Ah, that time of year is it?” His voice is just on the right side of proper. “Take all the time you need, Charles, and if you require assistance just let me know. As always, I’ll be happy to help.”
Charles rolls his eyes. “Of course, Dr. Johnson, I’ll see you next month.” He hangs up the phone and grabs a pen; time to make his list.
The day is beautiful, wind crisp, but not too cold, as Charles walks down the block to pick up enough food to keep him for several weeks. The grocery store is a bit busy for Charles at the best of times and this isn’t one of those times. He projects a general sense of low level repulsiveness and most of the other customers leave him alone, some even going out of their way to avoid him as he stocks up on water and cold cuts and ready-made meals. A tiny red headed girl seated in the back of a half filled buggy stares at him curiously until her mother rolls her out of sight. Charles waves at her cheerily; she doesn’t wave back but a high pitched, “Hello,” whispers in his mind.
Check out proceeds without incident, a bored teenager bagging his goods carelessly and wishing him a good day. He gets a few looks from a group of men and women huddled together on the side walk, but he simply reinforces his projection and continues on his way.
Half a block from his condo, a sudden sensation of breathlessness stops Charles in his tracks. He hefts his food bags closer to his body and takes a deep breath, but if anything that seems to make his heart beat faster exacerbating the dizzy feeling.
The crowd is parting around him, people giving him vaguely irritated looks, several edged with concern. Charles struggles to pull himself together; surely he can make it back to his apartment without falling apart. The potential embarrassment alone drives him forward, arms tucked close to his body, head down.
Sweat dampens the hair at his temples in less than five minutes and he’s seriously beginning to doubt a successful end to his venture is possible when every muscle in his body locks up bringing him once more to a dead halt in the middle of the sidewalk.
A deep, lightly accented voice asks, “Are you fucking kidding me?” a short distance from Charles’s back.
Charles understands the sentiment completely. He bites into his lower lip and turns around slowly. A tall, broad shouldered man with chiseled features stares back at him, thin mouth set in a hard line. He has brown hair with faint auburn tones under the sunlight and light eyes; Charles can’t quite pin down the color. Heat instantly pools in his stomach. His bread bag slips from his fingers and hits the ground with a soft thud. The man doesn’t even glance down.
“Um, hello,” Charles says and he reaches out with his mind instinctively, wanting to know everything immediately. The man’s name is Erik Lehnsherr and he’s alone, new to the city. He hasn’t had an easy life but he’s strong, intelligent.
“What the hell?” Erik says. He’s scowling now and he stalks angrily toward Charles. Charles is caught between wanting the turn and run and wanting to meet him, so he stays still and waits. Running at this point would probably only be seen as enticement.
Erik grabs his shoulder and his mind becomes even clearer as if Charles can see right through him. Erik shakes him once hard, “Stop it.”
Charles reels his powers in and focuses on Erik. He’s overwhelming, standing so close; he smells like happiness and sex, sexy happiness and Charles wants to take him back to his place and lock the doors. He definitely needs more food than he bought.
“You’re not what I expected,” Erik says and the bottom drops out of Charles’s stomach. The hurt must have been splashed all over his face, because Erik says, “For the love of..” and lets go of Charles to grab his bread bag off the ground. He uses his grip on Charles shoulder to urge him back in the direction of his condo. “Let’s start over,” Erik says, “My name is Erik Lehnsherr which I’m sure you already know and I would very much prefer we not do this in the middle of the street. And you are?”
The rest of your life, Charles thinks, but out loud he says, “Charles Xavier. I think I need more food.”
Erik laughs, a short, aborted sound that nonetheless warms Charles right up. “Nice to meet you, Charles. Where exactly are we going?”
Charles somehow manages to get them up the stairs and into his condo without mishap. The locks click into place behind them without a key and Charles’s eyes go wide.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Erik says even though being hurt is the last thing on Charles’s mind and takes the bags out of Charles’s arms and plops them on the counter. For a moment they just stand there staring at each other, then Erik sighs and says, “Well, come here; let me look at you.”
Charles moves closer slowly, Erik’s words from earlier bouncing around in his mind. He knows intellectually that he’s quite attractive. He’s gotten numerous comments on his blue eyes, his mouth, his height even, but none of those people mattered in quite the way Erik matters.
Erik looks him over with critical eyes. Up and down and down again until Charles is sure he’s going to vibrate right out of his skin.
“So,” Charles breaks the silence snappishly. The whole situation is beginning to wear on his nerves. Really, if Erik was anyone else, Charles would have punched him in the face by now. As it is, he’s barely restraining himself from begging Erik to touch him.
“You’re beautiful,” Erik says but he doesn’t sound particularly happy about it. He reaches out and traces a finger along Charles’s eyebrow. “How old are you?”
“Twenty six,” Charles says. The breathless feeling is back; the air thick between them. He can see the black of Erik’s pupils expanding and this has to be the craziest thing that has ever happened to him. Even trippier than when he first realized he was actually hearing other people’s thoughts.
The sound Erik makes is full of disbelief, but Charles is a little too preoccupied with the way Erik’s slowly but surely backing him into the corner by the fridge to be offended. “I want you,” Erik says. His hands slide down Charles’s shoulders, create a ring around his waist, fingers spreading out over the curve of his ass. “I want you,” Erik repeats and pulls Charles close enough to feel the hard line of his cock through his jeans, “but I’m extremely busy right now. I don’t have the time to spend breeding you properly. Can you take care of yourself for me?”
Breeding him properly. Images of Erik draped over his back, cock locked deep inside his body flash through Charles’s mind. God, he’s so wet for it. He leans up and into Erik, clutching at his shoulders. He needs to be kissed right now and he doesn’t know why Erik isn’t doing it. Keeping Charles’s satisfied is his job from now on.
“Charles,” Erik says sharply. “Can you take care of yourself for me?”
“What?” Charles asks, blinking. Oh, Erik’s not staying with him because he has work to do. “Yes,” he says tentative because he can take care of himself, he’s been doing it for years, but Erik’s here now.
“Good,” Erik says, gruff and drops his head down to Charles’s shoulder. He takes a deep breath in and shudders in Charles’s embrace. “You smell so good,” he mumbles into the curve of Charles’s neck and his tongue flicks out, wet heat against Charles’s skin.
The thin veneer of civilized behavior they’ve been maintaining cracks and shatters in the next instant. “Erik,” Charles gasps. He tugs, frantic, at Erik’s hair, dragging his mouth to Charles’s. Erik moans into his mouth and bites his bottom lip.
Erik grabs a handful of his ass, squeezes and Charles goes up on his tiptoes to help align their hips and holds on for dear life as Erik tries to fuck him through their respective slacks and the wall.
Devastation cannot even begin to describe the way Charles feels when Erik rips his mouth away and untangles them to take a step back.
“What are you doing?” Charles cries, reaching for Erik again. There should be fucking. Every book Charles has ever read promised him unbridled, uncontrollable fucking once he found his mate and it is not happening . Why?
Erik captures his wrists and holds them apart. “Give me two days, three and I’ll come back and we’ll spend the whole time in bed.”
Charles whines. “Three days?”
“Three days,” Erik says firmly. He leans in for another brief kiss and then scrambles for the door as if he’s afraid Charles is going to savage him on floor. Charles stares at the condo door in disbelief before retreating to his bedroom to spend some time with Dalton, his trusty knot.
When he’s coming, half on the bed, half off with his ass stuffed with plastic, Charles spares a thought for his grocery and hopes nothing has spoiled.
The next two days after meeting his mate and subsequently being abandoned by him, seriously what could be more important than having sex with Charles, are pretty grueling. Charles spends most of the time drinking water, eating finger foods and fucking himself with numerous toys.
On the third day, Erik shows up in his bedroom dressed in a battered leather jacket and ripped jeans with dark circles of exhaustion around his eyes. He looks like heaven. “Charles,” he says.
“Finally,” Charles says, tugs Dalton free of his ass. Erik toes off his shoes and socks. His jeans appear to be pushing themselves down and Charles pushes his jacket off his shoulders. The t-shirt underneath is smeared with ash, and there’s dark splotches in several places and Charles asks, “Is that blood?”
“Yes,” Erik says distracted, “it’s not important.” Charles runs his hands down Erik’s sides quickly, but nothing seems punctured or broken. He opens his mind, but quickly pulls back when Erik pinches his ass in warning. He files his curiosity under later and turns his mouth up for a kiss.
The bed squeaks beneath Erik’s weight as Charles urges him back against the headboard. Erik’s cock curves up thick and proud toward his stomach and Charles swallows against the sudden flood of saliva in his mouth. “You’re so big,” he says and red highlights Erik’s cheekbones. “Are you shy?” Charles smiles, laughs as Erik scowls at him.
Charles kisses his frowny mouth and whispers, “I like it. You should fuck me now with your enormous penis.” Erik scowls harder at him, but runs a large hand down Charles’s back and between his buttocks to finger his hole.
Erik has lovely long fingers and he pushes two of them into Charles easily. Charles arches and fucks back on them and Erik’s face lights up. “You’re so wet and open for me,” Erik says.
“Yes,” Charles says mindlessly, squirming. Erik’s fingers feel good, but he needs more. He wraps his hand around Erik’s cock and Erik’s hips jerk beneath him. Oh, it’s going to be so good. He swats at the hand Erik’s using to finger him and Erik moves out of his way so Charles can get everything lined up and sink down on Erik’s cock.
“Holy…”Erik says before all the sounds coming from his mouth devolve into hisses, gasps and curses. Charles works his hips back and forth, wrinkle between his brows; it’s slow going because Erik’s bigger than anyone, any toy Charles has taken in the past. Yet despite the stretch, the slight twinge of pain, Charles feels like this is the moment he’s been waiting for his entire life.
Erik has narrow hips and Charles pins them between his thighs once he’s fully seated. Erik stares up at him, mouth slightly open and Charles smiles down at him. “Ready?” he asks and doesn’t wait for an answer, just braces his hands against Erik’s chest and gets to work.
The urge to reach out to Erik with everything in him is too pressing to resist, so Charles lets his shields down, actively invites Erik to share his pleasure, his past, his future. Take me, take me, please, have me. Charles can feel the moment Erik accepts. He comes right then and there, shivering uncontrollably over Erik.
“Charles,” Erik says softly. Erik draws Charles down into his embrace and presses a tender kiss to his temple as if he isn’t still hard and needy beneath him. “I can’t wait to love you.”
“Mmmm,” Charles says, “I think you should finish fucking me first.” He laughs, giddy, when Erik rolls them over and picks up where Charles left off.
When Erik thrusts deep and stays, hips jerking, Charles hugs him close and tries to relax around the knot locking them together. Erik moans pitifully into Charles’s neck and rests his full weight on Charles until his hips start to protest. “Erik,” Charles says. Erik makes a faint noise. “My hips hurting.”
“Sorry,” Erik slurs and adjusts them so Charles is resting on top of him. He pets lazily at Charles’s hair and runs his hand down Charles’s back to brush curious fingers along the spot where they’re still joined together. Charles squirms which makes the ache worse and Erik asks, “Sore?”
“Yes,” Charles says and blushes fiercely when Erik replies, “I’ll kiss it better later.”
The steady rhythm of Erik’s heart is lulling; Charles’s eyes droop. “Are you going to tell me about the blood?” he asks, determined not to let the question get swept away in the tide of satisfaction ebbing and flowing over his body.
Erik shifts beneath him. “Accident in the shop.”
“Metal working?” Charles asks drowsily. “Do you have a lot of accidents?” Erik doesn’t seem like the careless type.
There’s silence for a long moment, then Erik says grudgingly, “I’ve been a bit distracted.”
Charles smiles, the thump thump of Erik’s heart strong and steady. “I wonder why.”
Pairing: Charles/Erik
Rating: NC17
Summary: I wanted to write a fic with soulmates, powers and knotting. This is what happened.
Disclaimer: I don't own much of anything.
“Dr. Johnson, I’m calling to remind you I’ll need the next two weeks off. I’ve already lined up a substitute for the freshmen courses and assigned papers to the upper levels.” Charles Xaivier shifts his weight from heel to toe, taps his finger along his kitchen counter. Irritation crawls along his shoulders; he takes a deep breath and releases it slowly. The clock on the wall paces his heartbeat.
The sound of papers flipping echoes dimly over the phone before Dr. Johnson says, “Ah, that time of year is it?” His voice is just on the right side of proper. “Take all the time you need, Charles, and if you require assistance just let me know. As always, I’ll be happy to help.”
Charles rolls his eyes. “Of course, Dr. Johnson, I’ll see you next month.” He hangs up the phone and grabs a pen; time to make his list.
The day is beautiful, wind crisp, but not too cold, as Charles walks down the block to pick up enough food to keep him for several weeks. The grocery store is a bit busy for Charles at the best of times and this isn’t one of those times. He projects a general sense of low level repulsiveness and most of the other customers leave him alone, some even going out of their way to avoid him as he stocks up on water and cold cuts and ready-made meals. A tiny red headed girl seated in the back of a half filled buggy stares at him curiously until her mother rolls her out of sight. Charles waves at her cheerily; she doesn’t wave back but a high pitched, “Hello,” whispers in his mind.
Check out proceeds without incident, a bored teenager bagging his goods carelessly and wishing him a good day. He gets a few looks from a group of men and women huddled together on the side walk, but he simply reinforces his projection and continues on his way.
Half a block from his condo, a sudden sensation of breathlessness stops Charles in his tracks. He hefts his food bags closer to his body and takes a deep breath, but if anything that seems to make his heart beat faster exacerbating the dizzy feeling.
The crowd is parting around him, people giving him vaguely irritated looks, several edged with concern. Charles struggles to pull himself together; surely he can make it back to his apartment without falling apart. The potential embarrassment alone drives him forward, arms tucked close to his body, head down.
Sweat dampens the hair at his temples in less than five minutes and he’s seriously beginning to doubt a successful end to his venture is possible when every muscle in his body locks up bringing him once more to a dead halt in the middle of the sidewalk.
A deep, lightly accented voice asks, “Are you fucking kidding me?” a short distance from Charles’s back.
Charles understands the sentiment completely. He bites into his lower lip and turns around slowly. A tall, broad shouldered man with chiseled features stares back at him, thin mouth set in a hard line. He has brown hair with faint auburn tones under the sunlight and light eyes; Charles can’t quite pin down the color. Heat instantly pools in his stomach. His bread bag slips from his fingers and hits the ground with a soft thud. The man doesn’t even glance down.
“Um, hello,” Charles says and he reaches out with his mind instinctively, wanting to know everything immediately. The man’s name is Erik Lehnsherr and he’s alone, new to the city. He hasn’t had an easy life but he’s strong, intelligent.
“What the hell?” Erik says. He’s scowling now and he stalks angrily toward Charles. Charles is caught between wanting the turn and run and wanting to meet him, so he stays still and waits. Running at this point would probably only be seen as enticement.
Erik grabs his shoulder and his mind becomes even clearer as if Charles can see right through him. Erik shakes him once hard, “Stop it.”
Charles reels his powers in and focuses on Erik. He’s overwhelming, standing so close; he smells like happiness and sex, sexy happiness and Charles wants to take him back to his place and lock the doors. He definitely needs more food than he bought.
“You’re not what I expected,” Erik says and the bottom drops out of Charles’s stomach. The hurt must have been splashed all over his face, because Erik says, “For the love of..” and lets go of Charles to grab his bread bag off the ground. He uses his grip on Charles shoulder to urge him back in the direction of his condo. “Let’s start over,” Erik says, “My name is Erik Lehnsherr which I’m sure you already know and I would very much prefer we not do this in the middle of the street. And you are?”
The rest of your life, Charles thinks, but out loud he says, “Charles Xavier. I think I need more food.”
Erik laughs, a short, aborted sound that nonetheless warms Charles right up. “Nice to meet you, Charles. Where exactly are we going?”
Charles somehow manages to get them up the stairs and into his condo without mishap. The locks click into place behind them without a key and Charles’s eyes go wide.
“I’m not going to hurt you,” Erik says even though being hurt is the last thing on Charles’s mind and takes the bags out of Charles’s arms and plops them on the counter. For a moment they just stand there staring at each other, then Erik sighs and says, “Well, come here; let me look at you.”
Charles moves closer slowly, Erik’s words from earlier bouncing around in his mind. He knows intellectually that he’s quite attractive. He’s gotten numerous comments on his blue eyes, his mouth, his height even, but none of those people mattered in quite the way Erik matters.
Erik looks him over with critical eyes. Up and down and down again until Charles is sure he’s going to vibrate right out of his skin.
“So,” Charles breaks the silence snappishly. The whole situation is beginning to wear on his nerves. Really, if Erik was anyone else, Charles would have punched him in the face by now. As it is, he’s barely restraining himself from begging Erik to touch him.
“You’re beautiful,” Erik says but he doesn’t sound particularly happy about it. He reaches out and traces a finger along Charles’s eyebrow. “How old are you?”
“Twenty six,” Charles says. The breathless feeling is back; the air thick between them. He can see the black of Erik’s pupils expanding and this has to be the craziest thing that has ever happened to him. Even trippier than when he first realized he was actually hearing other people’s thoughts.
The sound Erik makes is full of disbelief, but Charles is a little too preoccupied with the way Erik’s slowly but surely backing him into the corner by the fridge to be offended. “I want you,” Erik says. His hands slide down Charles’s shoulders, create a ring around his waist, fingers spreading out over the curve of his ass. “I want you,” Erik repeats and pulls Charles close enough to feel the hard line of his cock through his jeans, “but I’m extremely busy right now. I don’t have the time to spend breeding you properly. Can you take care of yourself for me?”
Breeding him properly. Images of Erik draped over his back, cock locked deep inside his body flash through Charles’s mind. God, he’s so wet for it. He leans up and into Erik, clutching at his shoulders. He needs to be kissed right now and he doesn’t know why Erik isn’t doing it. Keeping Charles’s satisfied is his job from now on.
“Charles,” Erik says sharply. “Can you take care of yourself for me?”
“What?” Charles asks, blinking. Oh, Erik’s not staying with him because he has work to do. “Yes,” he says tentative because he can take care of himself, he’s been doing it for years, but Erik’s here now.
“Good,” Erik says, gruff and drops his head down to Charles’s shoulder. He takes a deep breath in and shudders in Charles’s embrace. “You smell so good,” he mumbles into the curve of Charles’s neck and his tongue flicks out, wet heat against Charles’s skin.
The thin veneer of civilized behavior they’ve been maintaining cracks and shatters in the next instant. “Erik,” Charles gasps. He tugs, frantic, at Erik’s hair, dragging his mouth to Charles’s. Erik moans into his mouth and bites his bottom lip.
Erik grabs a handful of his ass, squeezes and Charles goes up on his tiptoes to help align their hips and holds on for dear life as Erik tries to fuck him through their respective slacks and the wall.
Devastation cannot even begin to describe the way Charles feels when Erik rips his mouth away and untangles them to take a step back.
“What are you doing?” Charles cries, reaching for Erik again. There should be fucking. Every book Charles has ever read promised him unbridled, uncontrollable fucking once he found his mate and it is not happening . Why?
Erik captures his wrists and holds them apart. “Give me two days, three and I’ll come back and we’ll spend the whole time in bed.”
Charles whines. “Three days?”
“Three days,” Erik says firmly. He leans in for another brief kiss and then scrambles for the door as if he’s afraid Charles is going to savage him on floor. Charles stares at the condo door in disbelief before retreating to his bedroom to spend some time with Dalton, his trusty knot.
When he’s coming, half on the bed, half off with his ass stuffed with plastic, Charles spares a thought for his grocery and hopes nothing has spoiled.
The next two days after meeting his mate and subsequently being abandoned by him, seriously what could be more important than having sex with Charles, are pretty grueling. Charles spends most of the time drinking water, eating finger foods and fucking himself with numerous toys.
On the third day, Erik shows up in his bedroom dressed in a battered leather jacket and ripped jeans with dark circles of exhaustion around his eyes. He looks like heaven. “Charles,” he says.
“Finally,” Charles says, tugs Dalton free of his ass. Erik toes off his shoes and socks. His jeans appear to be pushing themselves down and Charles pushes his jacket off his shoulders. The t-shirt underneath is smeared with ash, and there’s dark splotches in several places and Charles asks, “Is that blood?”
“Yes,” Erik says distracted, “it’s not important.” Charles runs his hands down Erik’s sides quickly, but nothing seems punctured or broken. He opens his mind, but quickly pulls back when Erik pinches his ass in warning. He files his curiosity under later and turns his mouth up for a kiss.
The bed squeaks beneath Erik’s weight as Charles urges him back against the headboard. Erik’s cock curves up thick and proud toward his stomach and Charles swallows against the sudden flood of saliva in his mouth. “You’re so big,” he says and red highlights Erik’s cheekbones. “Are you shy?” Charles smiles, laughs as Erik scowls at him.
Charles kisses his frowny mouth and whispers, “I like it. You should fuck me now with your enormous penis.” Erik scowls harder at him, but runs a large hand down Charles’s back and between his buttocks to finger his hole.
Erik has lovely long fingers and he pushes two of them into Charles easily. Charles arches and fucks back on them and Erik’s face lights up. “You’re so wet and open for me,” Erik says.
“Yes,” Charles says mindlessly, squirming. Erik’s fingers feel good, but he needs more. He wraps his hand around Erik’s cock and Erik’s hips jerk beneath him. Oh, it’s going to be so good. He swats at the hand Erik’s using to finger him and Erik moves out of his way so Charles can get everything lined up and sink down on Erik’s cock.
“Holy…”Erik says before all the sounds coming from his mouth devolve into hisses, gasps and curses. Charles works his hips back and forth, wrinkle between his brows; it’s slow going because Erik’s bigger than anyone, any toy Charles has taken in the past. Yet despite the stretch, the slight twinge of pain, Charles feels like this is the moment he’s been waiting for his entire life.
Erik has narrow hips and Charles pins them between his thighs once he’s fully seated. Erik stares up at him, mouth slightly open and Charles smiles down at him. “Ready?” he asks and doesn’t wait for an answer, just braces his hands against Erik’s chest and gets to work.
The urge to reach out to Erik with everything in him is too pressing to resist, so Charles lets his shields down, actively invites Erik to share his pleasure, his past, his future. Take me, take me, please, have me. Charles can feel the moment Erik accepts. He comes right then and there, shivering uncontrollably over Erik.
“Charles,” Erik says softly. Erik draws Charles down into his embrace and presses a tender kiss to his temple as if he isn’t still hard and needy beneath him. “I can’t wait to love you.”
“Mmmm,” Charles says, “I think you should finish fucking me first.” He laughs, giddy, when Erik rolls them over and picks up where Charles left off.
When Erik thrusts deep and stays, hips jerking, Charles hugs him close and tries to relax around the knot locking them together. Erik moans pitifully into Charles’s neck and rests his full weight on Charles until his hips start to protest. “Erik,” Charles says. Erik makes a faint noise. “My hips hurting.”
“Sorry,” Erik slurs and adjusts them so Charles is resting on top of him. He pets lazily at Charles’s hair and runs his hand down Charles’s back to brush curious fingers along the spot where they’re still joined together. Charles squirms which makes the ache worse and Erik asks, “Sore?”
“Yes,” Charles says and blushes fiercely when Erik replies, “I’ll kiss it better later.”
The steady rhythm of Erik’s heart is lulling; Charles’s eyes droop. “Are you going to tell me about the blood?” he asks, determined not to let the question get swept away in the tide of satisfaction ebbing and flowing over his body.
Erik shifts beneath him. “Accident in the shop.”
“Metal working?” Charles asks drowsily. “Do you have a lot of accidents?” Erik doesn’t seem like the careless type.
There’s silence for a long moment, then Erik says grudgingly, “I’ve been a bit distracted.”
Charles smiles, the thump thump of Erik’s heart strong and steady. “I wonder why.”