100 Themes - Breaking the Rules
100 Theme Prompt: 50. Breaking the Rules
Author: fluffygremlin
Fandom: XM:FC
Characters/Pairings: Charles/Erik
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned people who are NOT me. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Breaking the Rules
Charles sighed when he felt his watch twist around his wrist as he reached for another chess piece.
“It isn’t going to work, my friend,” he said smoothly, not bothering to look away from the game board. He could see Erik’s knee shift out of the corner of his eye and smiled shyly at the emotions that were rolling off of the other man.
Next came a tug at the button on his pants.
“This is a lesson in control. You get to sit there, in handcuffs, patiently focusing on something other than your basest desires. Manage to not ruin them this time and I think you may actually be able to control yourself the next time your emotions become too strong instead of wrecking Hank’s worktables.”
“He looked at you like…”
“Erik,” Charles admonished as the game board shifted dangerously. “Calm yourself. There is no need for these outbursts. Anyway, it’s your move.”
Charles watched one of the dark metal piece shift across the board that rested on Erik’s lap. He could feel the echo of it on his own legs, cool steel on hot skin. He reached forward to move his queen to intercept Erik’s attack only to have his wrist sweep out in front of him. The many chess pieces still in play landed softly on the bed or clattered down onto the floor.
“That was cheating, Erik.” Charles leant forward over the other man to view the mess that had been made.
“Yes, Charles,” Erik purred, his grin wide and menacing. “But I’m pretty sure the only rules put forth were ‘Don’t break the cuffs’. I don’t remember anything about not clearing the chess board, not holding you down by all of the metal you seem to have begun surrounding yourself in and, most importantly, nothing about unlocking the cuffs while you’re distracted.”
Charles didn’t have time for a single rebuke as the tall man surged forward, cuffs left hanging on the headboard. His arms moved up above his head of their own accord as the naked, lanky man stretched out over him.
The investment in metal buttons was worth the world, it would seem.
Author: fluffygremlin
Fandom: XM:FC
Characters/Pairings: Charles/Erik
Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned people who are NOT me. No copyright or trademark infringement is intended and no money is being made.
Breaking the Rules
Charles sighed when he felt his watch twist around his wrist as he reached for another chess piece.
“It isn’t going to work, my friend,” he said smoothly, not bothering to look away from the game board. He could see Erik’s knee shift out of the corner of his eye and smiled shyly at the emotions that were rolling off of the other man.
Next came a tug at the button on his pants.
“This is a lesson in control. You get to sit there, in handcuffs, patiently focusing on something other than your basest desires. Manage to not ruin them this time and I think you may actually be able to control yourself the next time your emotions become too strong instead of wrecking Hank’s worktables.”
“He looked at you like…”
“Erik,” Charles admonished as the game board shifted dangerously. “Calm yourself. There is no need for these outbursts. Anyway, it’s your move.”
Charles watched one of the dark metal piece shift across the board that rested on Erik’s lap. He could feel the echo of it on his own legs, cool steel on hot skin. He reached forward to move his queen to intercept Erik’s attack only to have his wrist sweep out in front of him. The many chess pieces still in play landed softly on the bed or clattered down onto the floor.
“That was cheating, Erik.” Charles leant forward over the other man to view the mess that had been made.
“Yes, Charles,” Erik purred, his grin wide and menacing. “But I’m pretty sure the only rules put forth were ‘Don’t break the cuffs’. I don’t remember anything about not clearing the chess board, not holding you down by all of the metal you seem to have begun surrounding yourself in and, most importantly, nothing about unlocking the cuffs while you’re distracted.”
Charles didn’t have time for a single rebuke as the tall man surged forward, cuffs left hanging on the headboard. His arms moved up above his head of their own accord as the naked, lanky man stretched out over him.
The investment in metal buttons was worth the world, it would seem.