Erik/Charles, Wesley
anonymous
April 24 2012, 04:43:05 UTC
Charles's twin Wesley comes for a visit. What they don't know is that Wesley is there because Erik's name came out of the Loom. Inspired by this gif set http://mcfass-o-matic.tumblr.com/post/21205641247
Fill: Erik/Charles, Wesley 1/4
anonymous
September 23 2012, 06:09:24 UTC
The sounds of New York filtered in through the open window, bringing with them an easy sort of calm. Not that this sort of job was at all stressful, but the familiar feel of New York City made it even easier. Even though he’d technically spent his early years in Westchester, he had many memories of the city, being able to blend into the crowd behind Charles’ shoulder, Charles who loved the crowd and the minds pressed against him
( ... )
Fill: Erik/Charles, Wesley 2/4
anonymous
September 23 2012, 06:10:44 UTC
Making a point not to look at Charles, because his mind would certainly be swayed if he did, Erik stood. He pulled his pants back up, but didn’t bother with the fastenings. Whoever was at the door could make whatever assumptions they pleased based on his appearance-his lack of clothes, the red marks on his neck and chest, his tousled hair.
“Don’t move,” Erik muttered against Charles’ lips as he leaned down for one final kiss. Charles passed his amused consent on mutely, but made an attempt to extend their kiss anyway. Fuck.
Composing his face into his best threatening scowl, Erik pulled the door open and said, “What do you want?” Except he mostly just stared at the man on the other side because he looked just like Charles. Okay, maybe not just like him, his hair was styled differently and he had a few more scars, but mostly he was Charles“What the hell, Charles?” Erik asked, glaring back at Charles on the bed. This was an interesting (and kinky) trick, but Charles could’ve at least mentioned it beforehand
( ... )
Fill: Erik/Charles, Wesley 4/4
anonymous
September 23 2012, 06:12:49 UTC
The idea that Wesley was here to kill him seemed absurd. Charles couldn’t even fathom the implications, the decisions they would both have to make in the next hours or minutes or seconds. He only knew that he was wounded to the core that Wesley would ever even-but Wesley was still holding his gaze, steady and sure, and Charles knew he’d jumped to the wrong conclusion
( ... )
Inspired by this gif set http://mcfass-o-matic.tumblr.com/post/21205641247
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“Don’t move,” Erik muttered against Charles’ lips as he leaned down for one final kiss. Charles passed his amused consent on mutely, but made an attempt to extend their kiss anyway. Fuck.
Composing his face into his best threatening scowl, Erik pulled the door open and said, “What do you want?” Except he mostly just stared at the man on the other side because he looked just like Charles. Okay, maybe not just like him, his hair was styled differently and he had a few more scars, but mostly he was Charles“What the hell, Charles?” Erik asked, glaring back at Charles on the bed. This was an interesting (and kinky) trick, but Charles could’ve at least mentioned it beforehand ( ... )
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