Kink Fill: Needs Must 4
Title: Needs Must
Chapter: 4/?
Betaed by ima_pseudonym
Word Count: 2,118
Rating: PG-13
Warning: language
Summary: Eric meets a blue-eyed devil.
Authors Notes: I suck at summaries.
Erik wasn’t quite sure what in hell was going on.
First it was Raven comatose on the deck, and all he could think of was filling his arms with her limp blue form. Once she was in his arms he could twist this tin tugboat into a lump on the bay floor. But before he could gather the full concentration necessary another man stepped out of the shadows. He had all the swagger of Shaw, a man confident in his power over others. A dangerous man with captivating blue eyes.
It was obvious that Shaw’s focus shifted off him and on to this newcomer. A lovely distraction, now if he could use and not squander it. On his knees, arms full of his only family, he shifted closer to the prow. The battle was quick, with Shaw’s woman face down on the deck, blood trickling from her nose.
With another shift back, Erik pressed up against the hollow metal railing. He cursed himself for being too slow as Janus clubbed the blue eyed man over the back of the head. He watched the body fall to the deck and his gut twisted unexpectedly. He didn’t even know this man, why was he giving a damn?
Shaw crumpled to his knees in the same instant but got up again before Erik could summon the energy to smile. With a leering grin Shaw shook his head at Janos, “A little faster next time, he would have killed me if his focus hadn’t broken.”
Shaw’s hawk eyes then focused on him, “Now Professor, where were we?”
He was facing the flood lights when they flicked on, and Erik winced blinking away the spots. The Coast Guard called their warning over a megaphone and Erik was determined not to squander God’s gift a second time and escape now that he had the chance.
As gently as possible he rolled Raven over his shoulder balancing her weight with an arm over her thighs, standing slowly with the help of the railing behind him. He glanced back over to Shaw, just to be certain that his attention was no longer pinning him to the deck. Erik turned, heading for the gangplank, knowing that he couldn’t keep himself and Raven afloat should he just pitch himself over the side.
His flight was momentarily hindered when he almost tripped over the prone leg of the blue-eyed man. His first impulse was to just step around and leave him lie there. But his hand reached out, grabbing the yoke of the man’s jacket, hefting him along. The man’s shoes drug the decking, sounding for all the world like a bell on a cat’s collar and Erik was cursing himself the fool for even grabbing hold in the first place. But evidently the Coast Guard was keeping Shaw busy enough.
It was only ten or so feet to the ramp and Erik was panting like he’d run a marathon. Sweat pooled in the dip of his lower back, and his shoulders were on fire as he forced his legs closer to the ramp and freedom.
The wind picked up suddenly as he fumbled down the incline to the dock, and the spray of water felt cool on his flushed face. He could hear sirens and the surprised cries of men, the groan of the waking man in his hand and Shaw’s laughter. Pausing he looked over his shoulder watching as a miniature cyclone tossed a boatload of men in the air.
An angry snarl curled his lip and Erik dropped the man, face down, to the dock and stretched his arm out to the railing on the deck. His rage curled fierce in his gut giving him more power. He pressed on the railing, intending only to send some of the hollow metal railing flying in the air to sweep Shaw into the water, but the entire prow of the boat dented in with a scream of protesting metal and the Caspartina rocked in the water like she had been pushed to the side. The boat pitched back upright and bobbed in the water, making waves that licked the edge of the dock.
Grabbing the man’s jacket again he struggled the next dozen feet to the cement street. Erik was panting now, struggling under the combined weight of Raven and his other burden. He paused, wheezing, as his eyes raked the street. A car parked along the sidewalk was a welcome sight as he pitched himself toward it. Setting the man down again, the back door of the vehicle didn’t stand a chance as Erik forced the lock up and opened the door.
Erik blocked the process of getting everyone into the vehicle from his mind. He may have dropped his rapidly becoming bad decision on his face again, and Raven’s head might have had an intimate meeting with the roof of the vehicle, but Erik though he was doing pretty damn good personally.
He was about a mile down the road before the reality of what just happened hit him with the brunt force of shock. Not the meeting with people who had stranger abilities than both he and Raven put together, not the shock of being kidnapped, not the fact that he’d just picked up some random stranger and drug them along for the ride. No, all that Erik could cope with.
What made him spill forth a string of creative curse words was the realization that he’d just stolen a fucking car!
~*~
Erik didn’t even leave Miami, he just found the nearest decent looking motel and booked a room for the night.
Two twin beds, and a vaguely musty air, it was pitiful. But it was in the back, and there was no light over the parking lot. Erik was sure that if anyone saw him drag two comatose people out of a stolen car, well…He just couldn’t deal with a well-meaning police force at this moment.
The man he trussed up, hands above his head and affixed to the headboard, of one bed with the help of his belt, and Raven he placed gently on the other. Erik then spent the next ten minutes trying everything he could think of, from shaking, to tickling, to water, to wake Raven, but her eyes refused to open. Sitting on the edge of her bed he buried his head in hands.
He’d done this. Shaw wouldn’t have even known what he could do he if hadn’t made a spectacle of himself. He pulled at his hair a bit, the pain a partial penance. Now Raven was in some sort of induced coma and he didn’t know how, or if, he could rouse her out of it.
The opposite bed groaned, and Erik looked up as those startling eyes blinked open. The other mans’ brows furled in confusion briefly before smoothing out and surveying the room. He twisted his wrists, testing the strength of the belt that held them. Erik just sat there for a moment, watching him. The curve of his throat as he turned his head, the quirk of his lips and the weary creases at the corners of his eyes.
“Kinky Erik. Normally I like to be wooed first, but for you I think I’ll manage.” The voice was light with a hint of British accent and Erik was just too weary to play the civility game and so just stared in silence.
“Charles Xavier, pleasure.”
All Erik wanted to do was sleep, his shoulders, back and thighs throbbed with that twinge that would turn into a tight ache of sore muscles the next morning. His non committal grunt was a sterling reply in his mind.
“Charmed. Now be a good boy and release me.”
Erik was on his feet before the comment registered, and he paused in annoyance at the ‘good boy’ remark and that he’d even stood up to begin with. He didn’t want to let the man go, did he?
“Now Erik.”
He moved forward again his mind reeling as his body leaned to unbuckle the belt. The familiar hum of the metal against his skin helped him break away. Taking several steps back Erik glared at the prone form, “What are you doing?”
Charles face was the picture of bafflement and a slight bit of pleasure, “You have a strong will. I wonder how hard I’d have to push you.”
“Try that again and I’ll knock you out.” Erik said heatedly.
“Oh you would have me concussed? You already dropped me on my face what, twice?” Erik’s cheeks warmed at the reminder, he’d never intended to drop the man at the pier, and getting into the car would have been difficult even if he hadn’t just lugged two unconscious bodies off that boat.
:And besides, what good to your charming little lady would I be unconscious?:
Erik had been, embarrassingly enough, watching Charles’ lips not move while the voice spoke in his head. “You’re in my head,” Charles smiled up at him and nodded, “How are you doing that?”
“You have your tricks, I have mine.”
Erik stepped back, thighs pressing into the dresser, fighting between hope and distrust, “You can wake Raven?” he asked cautiously, fully aware that this man might just be saying what he wanted to hear.
“I should be able to, if it was that little Aryan faux pas that locked her in there.”
Erik stared into Charles’ eyes gauging how far to trust this man. He didn’t know anything about him, but he was pretty sure that he wouldn’t just help Raven for nothing.
:Very astute.: Erik jerked at the voice, the silky words almost stroking along his skin, :No, I truthfully would like to get up. Nature has some fierce demands.: Erik kept staring, knowing through pure intuition that this was not the only reason. Charles’ pert lips twisted, :Maybe I like the thought of you owing me one.:
Erik’s eyes narrowed and Charles sighed long and loud, “So I’m curious. I’ve never met someone like me; different.” And Charles broke eye contact, looking away with a slight bit of color blooming on his pale cheek, “I thought I was alone.”
Nothing sounded like the whole truth, but all three together sounded at least passable. Gritting his teeth Erik quickly untied the man. Charles massaged his wrists and walked toward the small ensuite bathroom. “Let me take care of this, would you turn her the other direction on the bed please? I need to get to both her temples.”
While Charles was in the bathroom Erik adjusted Raven on the bed, her legs hung off the side but he got her turned around. Erik was trying to remember if there was any windows in the bathroom he should be worried about when Charles walked back out, drying his hands on a towel.
His smile was more along the lines of a grimace, “No windows in there my friend.”
He walked around the bed to stand by Ravens’ head, dropping the towel and kneeling on it. Erik watched in apprehension as Charles placed his hands on either side of her temple and leaned down until their foreheads touched. Then the room was quiet.
Too quiet. It was like even the crickets waited to see what would happen. But then Erik blinked and he could hear the rattle of the pipes, the song of the insects and some couple having a shouting match a ways outside. But for a pulse in time it seemed like everything went still, and Erik shivered in memory of it.
Charles lips were moving, mumbling quiet words and Erik couldn’t help but shift closer. Erik watched as the words became frenzied and his body tightened with tension. Then Charles looked up. Erik followed his gaze, to the blank hotel wall, and back. He was staring off into nothing, “Char-“
“Locked away in a crystal box.”Charles said, eyes unfocused. “Shh, delicate work now, need to concentrate.”
Erik reluctantly waited and watched. Charles stayed like that, on his knees and immobile for almost twenty minutes before he blinked and Erik could see life return to the blue eyes. Below him Raven groaned blinking open her own amber orbs. With a happy cry Erik sat at her side, helping her to sit up while Charles leaned back on his heels.
“If she needs to sleep let her, she won’t go into a coma again. And a forced coma isn’t sleep so she’ll probably be tired soon. I’m going for a walk.”
Erik watched Charles stand and leave the room without another word, and the desire to call him back was strong. But he held himself in check as Charles closed the flimsy motel door.