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Title: Brief Lives (11/?)
Author: monstrousreg
Word count:  3421
Warnings:  POSSIBLY TRIGGERING. Mentions of domestic and sexual abuse. Violence. Read with care. 
Pairing: Erik/Charles.
Summary: Erik thinks he's going to seduce, interrogate and murder some nondescript CIA intelligence agent, and winds up biting more than
he can chew. Charles is not keen on being murdered, he doesn't favor interrogations, and he's certainly not willing to be seduced. That he's not cooperating is midly put.   

Notes:  Unbetaed, and stuff. LJ. I am begginning to hate you. So, I managed to steal borrow someone's internet for a while, so we all get an update of this. You guys, I'm pretty sure this chapter will be underwhelming after the last one. Sorry you bring you all down :(
If you've ever had a migraine (and I'm sorry for you, I feel your pain) you'll sympathise with this poor man.

He’s woken by the pain, a rippling, incandescent wave of it that tears a sob from his throat. It’s as if the bones in his skull have fractured and the pieces have rearranged in a strange order, fused together at the wrong angles. Like the swell of a wave the pain crests, falls, peaks again and disappears only to return stronger than ever.
He’s left the curtains in his bedroom open but when he tries to get up to close them, the pain is crippling, and he collapses back in the bed with a gasp, incapable even of crying out.
He thinks dimly I should have known, but even thinking demands an effort much that is quite beyond him, and soon even that stops. He curls in bed and tries not to move, tries to breathe as gently as possible.
He loses track of time completely. At some point it must be night because the light stops hurting his eyes. He attempts to rise and the dizziness brings bile to his mouth, so he flops back down and hopes the pain won’t strike again. It does.
Time, probably, continues to roll past. Erik doesn’t notice it.
Eventually the pain starts to abate, and he can breathe normally again, can open his eyes without crying out. Slowly, as it begins to fade, his body starts to relax. In the absence of the crippling pain in his skull he takes stoke of his limbs and becomes aware of how sore he is, how stiff he’s been as he tried to survive the headache. Everything hurts. His arms sting where Charles scratched him. There’s a large, darkening bruise over his ribs where he suspects Charles’ elbow might have connected, repeatedly.
As his muscles relax so naturally do his organs, and Erik has to drag himself to the bathroom to be sick. He hasn’t eaten in days—he forgot to eat again on Friday and he has no idea how long he’s been in bed, how long since he and Charles were together in the study. There’s nothing to bring up, but he dry retches miserably, until his stomach gives up completely and he slides to the floor, shivering and covered in cold sweat, weak as a babe.
That’s how Charles finds him, a minute or a day later. He slowly sits him up, helping him hold his head up, wipes a cool washcloth over his fevered face. He grabs Erik’s arm and puts it around his shoulders and then he’s carefully pulling him up, letting him lean heavily on him as he guides him to the bed.
He wraps his hand around the back of Erik’s neck and holds him gently as he lowers him to the bed, murmuring soothingly.
“What went wrong?” Erik manages to croak through his raw throat.
“Nothing,” Charles says softly, pressing a cool cloth to Erik’s face. “You did brilliant, darling. This will pass. You’ll be well soon.”
Erik allows himself to go limp, doesn’t even turns his face towards Charles when he replaces the cloth, grown warm against his heated skin. Charles is wiping another one down his long neck, and it feels absolutely marvelous. Erik forces himself to open his eyes for a brief moment, catches a glimpse of bare skin.
“Your gloves,” he rasps.
“I don’t need them anymore,” Charles sooths, carding tender fingers through Erik’s sweat-damp hair. “Not with you. Try to get some rest.”
Erik tries to protest, but his throat isn’t making any more sounds, and Charles’ mind is nudging him gently. He sleeps.
He wakes again God knows how much time later, with Charles’ hand on his shoulder and a glass of cold water at his lips. He sips, bringing up a shaky hand to wrap over Charles bare fingers. Charles insists he drains the glass, so he does, and then drops his head back to the pillow.
“What time is it?” he asks roughly. His throat still stings, but it’s much better.
“Ten AM,” Charles answers. “Of Monday.”
Erik throws an arm over his face. “I slept the entire fucking weekend away. And you let me.”
“You slept through Sunday,” Charles corrects. “You had a massive migraine from Friday night to Saturday noon, I believe, and then the migraine receded and the consequences settled in. I found you late Saturday afternoon as soon as I woke up. You were lying on the bathroom floor, do you remember?”
“Vaguely,” Erik answers wearily.
He removes his arm to take his first good look at Charles. The telepath is wearing lose jeans and a white shirt, and his hair has been allowed to dry in disorder, curling wildly around his head. A lock has fallen over his forehead, above his right eye. His arms and hands are bare. His left hand is resting on Erik’s left shoulder, light and comfortable.
Erik becomes aware of the fact he is supremely uncomfortable. He smells of dried sweat and he can still taste vomit and bile in his mouth. The sheets feel damp beneath the skin of his back. He feels clammy and sticky.
“I’m disgusting,” he mutters, sitting up with some care. Charles backs off a little to give him some room.
“A shower would be good, but I’d like to get some food in your first,” he says. “I’ve not been able to get you to eat anything. I was hoping to be able to keep you awake more than a couple of minutes this time.”
He reaches over to the nightstand and comes back with a steaming mug in his hands. Erik takes it reflexively, sniffing at it suspiciously, to Charles’ amusement.
“Milk and honey,” Charles explains. “I know you don’t like sweet things, but I didn’t want to risk anything solid on your sore stomach and I want you to have some sugar in your system if you’re going to get up.”
Erik winces, but he bravely swallows the unbearably sweet concoction and pushes the mug in Charles hand.
“I want to shower,” he says as he pushes back the sheets Charles had thrown over him. He gives the telepath a level, piercing look. “Then we talk.”
Charles shrugs and gives Erik a slight smile, “I’m not going anywhere, Erik. We’re more than brothers now. We’re more, even, than lovers. We’re… something else entirely.”
The German stares at him. He reaches out and, carefully, brushes the pad of his thumb over the swell of Charles’ cheekbone. Charles’ eyes fall closed. Delighted that he hasn’t been rejected, that Charles hasn’t even flinched, Erik bring the whole of his palm against the man’s cheek, feeling the smooth skin. He slides it down to his neck, thrilled when Charles lets his head drop back to allow more access. He feels the movement of the muscles underneath the skin as Charles swallows. Erik shifts his thumb so he frames Charles’ throat, his Adam’s apple right above the web of flesh between thumb and index.
He has to swallow against the impulse of drawing Charles in, sinking his nose in his neck and licking his skin, all that smooth pale skin he is now completely free to claim.
Reluctantly, he releases the telepath and gets out of bed. Charles looks shaken and slightly dazed—and no wonder, no one but his sister has laid a hand on him in years.
Charles sighs, “I’ll prepare something for us to eat. You might want to shave, too. You look like a caveman.”
Erik grumbles a German curse and slams close the bathroom door.
The hot water on his skin is absolutely amazing. He indulges, taking more time to shower than he usually does, rubbing is scalp in soothing circles. Having been in such amounts of pain, the lack of it is truly liberating. One never knows how wretched being ill is, until one’s just stumbled one’s way out of a bout of something truly horrid.
He shaves, brushes his teeth and dresses in slacks and a polo shirt. By the time he makes his way to the kitchen Charles is slicing tomatoes at the counter, the movements of the blade swift and sure.
Erik has seen Charles cook before. He is skilled enough, evidently comfortable with the movements of the blade, but he has never before displayed such level of dexterity. He now moves the metal as if it were attached to the nerve-endings and the tips of his fingers. As it is, indeed, attached to Erik’s.
Erik takes a moment to look him over. He doesn’t know if it’s because he’s learned to spot the differences, but it seems to him that Charles is more relaxed and yet stands straighter, as if a weight has been lifted from his shoulders and is no longer crushing his spinal column.
His skin is nearly luminous, is so pale it’s almost translucent.
“All those years of long sleeves seem to have done wonders for your English complexion,” he teases as reaches around Charles to snag a piece of tomato and pop it in his mouth. “I can see the veins beneath your skin.”
Charles rolls his eyes, reaches for the lettuce and shoves it at Erik’s hands.
“Make yourself useful, yes? There’s a lad.”
Erik drops the lettuce in the sink without a single glance, and reaches instead for Charles, settling his hands comfortably in the man’s hips and turning him to face him. Charles goes easily along, putting down the knife and picking up a cloth to wipe his hands. When he drops the cloth, he seems unsure as to what to do with his now free hands.
He rests them on Erik’s forearms, light and warm, unbearably soft.
“Something else entirely, hm?” Erik asks thoughtfully, allowing his lips to curve in a fond smile. “So what are we?”
“One,” Charles says simply.
Erik hesitates momentarily, straightens so he’s towering over Charles and is able to look wearily down at him.
“Some of the things I saw, Charles—we’re going to have to talk about them.”
Charles winces, looking away uncomfortably.
“That’s what he does,” Erik says quietly, but doesn’t move to stop Charles as the man pulls away from him, swallowing and looking out the window. “He twists you against yourself and then—“
“Yes,” Charles interrupts sharply. “I am quite aware how Shaw does his magic, thank you.”
Erik pauses.
“You can’t hide from me now, Charles. I know everything about you. You know that, so why are you dodging me?”
Charles grips the edge of the countertop so tightly his knuckles go white. He grits his teeth, the muscles on his jaw tense. He cuts his eyes at Erik as he narrows them, brows pulling together—oh. This is the first time, but it won’t be the last. That gesture is Erik’s, an always-there mannerism he picked up from—
“My father used to do that,” he says faintly.
Charles blinks. “Our—oh. Yes. Your father. Mathias Lehnsherr. Right. You’re right, he did. You got it from him and… as did I. He raised me, too, now.”
There’s a long moment of silence.
“But you had your own father,” Erik says carefully, because Charles looks beautiful in the sunlight and his eyes are clear and vivid blue, but his mind feels broken. He can feel it, like a link, like a chain, a chord attached to his own mind, much more stable, firmer.
“I hardly remember him,” Charles explained. “Your father was such an impressive presence in your mind, he superseded all of my own memories of my own father. Mathias is much stronger in my memories than Francis.”
“Those are not your memories, surely you must see that,” Erik is weary, growing quickly concerned. Charles looks fine but he sounds unhinged. Something must have gone wrong.
No, dearest, Charles reaches slowly over and grabs Erik’s hand. Your mind is my mind, now.
Erik watches, as the knife that lays forgotten on the table, wet with tomato juice, rights itself to its edge, then up to its tip, and hovers quietly and perfectly balanced on the air, above the countertops, spinning idle and slow.
Erik can feel it. He can feel it and he understands what is doing, how it’s doing it, can feel it doing it because it’s something he can do—only it isn’t him that is doing it.
“How?” he whispers.
This is why you need time to adjust, Charles says gently, raises his hand and allows the knife to settle peacefully into his palm. We’re one, Erik—I’m a metal-bender and you, my dear, are a telepath.
Erik sways dizzily. Just as he is thinking he must sit Charles is pushing him down into a chair, grabbing the back of his neck and pushing it down so he bends over. He hyperventilates. Charles fetches him a glass of water and insists he drinks it. He manages one swallow before his throat closes and he chokes.
“I can’t—Charles, I can’t possibly handle other people’s minds,” he says desperately, clutching the geneticist’s arm urgently. “I can hardly manage my own—“
“You’re handling mine remarkably well,” Charles soothes, kneeling down at his side and laying his hands atop Erik’s right thigh. “But be calm. My gift isn’t like yours, and your mind isn’t architectured like mine. While I might someday be able to command metal at the same level you can, you will never be able to accommodate wide long-range telepathy. Your telepathy will most likely manifest in touch-telepathy, perhaps quiet deep, but only through contact. We’ll learn to control that.”
Erik swallows with some difficulty, “But if you’ll be able to command metal, why…?”
“Telepathy manifests at a young age for a reason,” Charles explains. “It must necessarily begin functioning at a time when the individual’s mind is still forming, is flexible and pliable and adaptable. A grown man’s mind is s rigid place by nature, even those of the free, open minded people, and can only very rarely learn to accommodate the minds of others.”
“Yet you said I’m handling yours.”
“It’s a feedback loop, Erik,” Charles is earnest and calm, patient. “Your mind is very militarized, very strict, disciplined and rigid. My mind is the exact opposite. I am using your mind to anchor myself, creating the architecture of my thought patterns based on the groundworks of yours. You are a remarkably resilient creature—but your mind is not prepared to make room for another one’s. That ability comes from my mind—something you are picking up from me. Your mind will stretch enough to fit us both, but not an inch further without training, so I cannot unleash my gift upon you because it would kill you.”
“But you can unleash my gift on yourself,” Erik bends his head to rub at his temples, and realizes a second after doing it that he’s never done it before. Charles does, though, and often enough that he recognizes the gesture as the sign of a coming headache.
Charles laughs quietly and pulls his right hand down to rest against Erik’s knee, squeezing comfortingly.
“Your gift is a physical one. I’m not saying it’s weaker or easier than mine, only that it’s different. Nor is it the first time I have controlled someone else’ gift—thought those times I was not as close to that person as we are now.”
Erik gets a sudden idea, head snapping up to stare at Charles.
“Can you shape-shift?”
Charles smiles, “No. What I share with Raven and what I share with you are different things. One of a kind, both, impossible to compare.”
Erik struggles to bend his head around the whole subject.
“But won’t it all make you think like me?
“Well, at the beginning perhaps, but mostly I am using you as a comparison chart. Surprisingly, you do know the difference between right and wrong and when something is too far, too insane, too twisted. Most of the time you discard it and do what you think you need to do, but you do know the difference. I can work my way up from that.”
Erik looks at him incredulously.
“We’re well and truly fucked.”
Charles laughs so hard he has to press his forehead to Erik’s thigh, frank, open peals of clear laughter flooding the kitchen like the golden sunlight. Certainly equally warming. Erik smiles despite himself and wraps his hand around the back of Charles’ neck, rubbing softly, loving the easy companionship that’s bloomed between them.
It was easy, then, to tangle his fingers in the finger at the back of Charles’ head and tug up as he bends down and--
 Charles’ lips are soft and sweet, full against his own thin ones. Erik knows his own mouth is not his most attractive trait, but Charles has the mouth of a woman, gracefully shaped, dark red and full. Erik has wanted to kiss him for a long time, so he takes his time, unhurriedly brushing his lips over the other man’s, tugging one and then the other one between his own, simply enjoying the softness and the taste.
Charles’ hand has tightened on Erik’s knee, almost reflexively. Erik feels an arrow of arousal that he quickly curbs, when he feels Charles hesitate minutely. They’ve kept the kiss chaste enough, so Erik’s still perfectly decent when he finally decides to pull back, pressing one last, lingering kiss to Charles’ bottom lip.
He cards his fingers through Charles’ rich dark hair. Pressing down on the scalp and getting a pleased hum in response.
“That’s nice,” Charles says softly. He squeezes Erik’s knee gently once, and opens his eyes, and Erik can tell he’s going to say one of those things he sometimes says—giving out truths drop by drop, even if Erik’s already bore witness to the vast ocean of his pain.
“You’re the first person I’ve truly ever wanted to have for a lover.”
“Hm,” Erik smiles. “But you’re scared.”
He doesn’t know where the words come from, but he knows it’s the truth. So does Charles.
Charles sighs. “I’ve never had heterosexual sex, you know. I’ve only ever been with one man—and he liked to make it hurt.”
“We’ll take it slow,” Erik shrugs. “There’s no rush. The enemy of fear is familiarity, and familiarity can only be achieved through exploration. We’ve time, anyway, don’t we?”
Charles seems suddenly uneasy, pulling away so that Erik’s hand leaves his hair.
“A lot of time,” he says, wearily looking up at the other man. Erik sees where this is going and surges forward and down, gripping Charles’ hair again and crushing their lips together with such startling fierceness that Charles literally squeals, an undignified sound he’s never done before and that amuses Erik to no end.
He pulls back and gives Charles one of his grins full of teeth and compromised of too many sharp angles. It reads more like a threat than anything else, and Charles grows still.
“I hope you weren’t about to imply you won’t expect me to be exclusive,” he says silkily, tightening his grip on Charles’ hair possessively. “Because I might understand that to mean you wouldn’t mind me not being exclusive. And I do hope you’ll mind—because I will mind very much, indeed, very much so, if you’re not.”
“There’s no one out there for me but you,” Charles replies, his open frankness nearly undoing Erik. It seems to the German that Charles has adapted to the honest nature of their new bond much more quickly than Erik, and is not struggling with its implications or meaning the way Erik himself is. Perhaps because, just as Charles has said, his mind is better prepared to embrace such a link.
Erik wants to say, ‘I wouldn’t let you have anyone else’ and ‘I don’t need anyone else either’, but instead he sighs and says, “It’ll get better. We’ll work it out.”
Charles shifts, grabs Erik’s hand and tangles their fingers together, all the while looking, fascinated, as their skins touch. Charles’ hands are long-fingered and fine-boned, the hands of a piano player, elegant and graceful and lilywhite pale. Erik’s are broad and wide, larger, tanned from being in the sun and calloused from the grip of throwing knives and pistols, his fingers long and square-tipped.
The telepath looks at them, awed. Erik smiles, then grins when Charles shyly bring their hands up to his mouth and kisses the back of Erik’s, nearly a brush of lips, chaste and innocent and heart-warming.
“Yes,” Charles says, contemplative. “I suppose we will.”
Chapter 12

Date: 2011-08-27 04:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
It's not underwhelming at all, it's beautiful :) I like how you've included the consequences of what they've done as well as the benefits, I'm really interested to see how that plays out.

Date: 2011-08-29 01:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you! I'm glad you liked the chapter =) I'll update soon!

Date: 2011-08-27 04:57 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
This is absolutely gorgeous. <3333

Date: 2011-08-29 01:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you <3

Date: 2011-08-27 05:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Anticlimactic? Not really. It followed very well and very realisticaly the previous chapter. The newly created bond, the confusion, the will to take it slow to figure things out... just the touches and caresses between those two were so heart-warming and tender. This chapter was very true to the situation both characters were recovering from and it was full of emotion.Beautiful!I loved it. For me it was perfect!

Date: 2011-08-29 01:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you so much <3 You know, I think it's maybe the fact that I'm usually an action writer. I feel like not enough things really happen in these chapters, and won't until everything goes to hell. But I'm trying to develop the characters, so I don't want to rush anything... I'm going against my urge to write a fight, lol.

Date: 2011-08-27 05:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
“I want to shower,” he says as he pushes back the sheets Charles had thrown over him. He gives the telepath a level, piercing look. “Then we talk.”

Poor Erik always has to take the initiative, even when he's just gone to hell and back.

Date: 2011-08-27 05:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
“But be calm. My gift isn’t like yours, and your mind isn’t architectured like mine. While I might someday be able to command metal at the same level you can, you will never be able to accommodate wide long-range telepathy. Your telepathy will most likely manifest in touch-telepathy, perhaps quiet deep, but only through contact. We’ll learn to control that.”

Oh, wow. That's way unfair.

Now I think Erik shouldn't have gone through the trouble at all. Packed his things and left. Fuck this shit.

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Date: 2011-08-27 05:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
This wasn't anticlimatic at all! It was beautiful and heart-warming, and very... real. It just gets better with every new chapter!

Date: 2011-08-29 01:55 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you. I'm always scared of posting chapter where no real action goes on... it feels like the plot advancement here is dragging on, but then I don't want to rush the characters either, you know?

Date: 2011-08-27 07:05 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] ender24
if this is antclimatic, and I was underwhelmed, then I WANT TO BE UNDERWHELMED BY YOU EVERY single day of the rest of my life or for this story XD

this is soooooooo gorgeous, each chapter and update more gorgeous than the previous one!

Date: 2011-08-29 01:58 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you so much <3 I shall continue to underwhelm, I think for about 6 or 7 more chapters, at least.

I need to stop staring at your user image. Is that Leto from Children of Dune? McAvoy was so young back then!

Date: 2011-08-27 07:17 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile]
Ghh -- this is perfection, I love it. I love how you've expressed how touch-starved Charles is, and I love how Erik seemed to take the link harder than Charles. The descriptions of pain were exquisite. I was cringing on Erik's behalf.

I think I love you.

Date: 2011-08-29 02:02 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Dude, migraines are the bane of my existence. I haven;t had one in a few months and for that I am grateful, but omg, I hope you never have one. You know what they say about writing what you know... *cringes*

Yeah, I think Erik is taking the link a bit harder because he maybe didn;t expect it to mean everything it does. Some things he saw coming, but others, whoa.

I love you too. Let's get drunk together *opens bottle of Jose Cuervo*

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Date: 2011-08-27 07:31 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
This part is most certainly not underwhelming :)

The idea of their personalities, memories and habits mixing as a result of this mind meld is brilliant and intriguing. From my point of view, it must be scary not being able to tell who is who, in your own mind!

However, I don't understand one thing: how can they acquire each others abilities, since they are the results of genetic mutations? They do not come from their minds, they only "live" there, so to speak, so Charles and Erik would have to mix their DNA as well.

Date: 2011-08-27 11:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Your mind will stretch enough to fit us both, but not an inch further without training, so I cannot unleash my gift upon you because it would kill you.”
“But you can unleash my gift on yourself,”

I've just read that part once again and realised that maybe others in the comments below are right-Charles uses Erik's ability through telepathy and gives his to Erik the same way. Right?

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Date: 2011-08-27 07:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Great, I loved it. But I'm a little confused. While I get that Charles can use his telepathy to tap into other mutant's powers, wouldn't he be restricted by Erik's range? Or has Charles developed his own metal mutation? And does Erik have some telepathy because while being anchored to Erik, Charles's telepathy still reacts, and Erik shares the response? Or does Erik have his own telepathy separate from Charles being in his mind? Sorry for being ignorant. But I do love the idea of them sharing!

Date: 2011-08-29 02:11 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You're not ignorant! I understand the confusion. Erik hismelf is confused, and Charles too, a little, so no wonder we're all in the same boat.

Initially what Charles is saying could be read more than anything as some sort of remote-control. He can access Erik's mind so he can tap into his ability to control metal, but only through Erik's own body, where the mutation itself resides. Charles is a lot more experiences in exploring minds, so he knows where to find what he needs; he's trusting that ability will transfer also to Erik, allowing Erik to control Charles' telepathy as Charles would control metal-bending. theory.

Date: 2011-08-27 08:06 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You know? I was thinking about this fic last night, and it dawned on me that Charles likely has only ever had non-consensual sex....and that's so sad. I hope their first time is absolutely fantastic. Just saying. Like...amazing.

So wow, I love how Erik freaked out a bit, and how Charles can do that. It actually took me back to last chapter when Charles said that he couldn't exactly kill Shaw with a coin if Erik died.........and now I'm actually a little nervous and just going to hope that this only works if both of them are among the living.

But this was good. Nice calm after a big storm and calm after an even bigger storm is likely to come...But I'll enjoy it now. I love it.

Date: 2011-08-29 02:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Yeah, I know. Charles has only ever been with Shaw. I suppose anything would be better than that, but Erik is angling to be more than 'better than Shaw', don't worry! Now it all depends on just how good I manage to be writing NC-17 scenes.

Well, just like I was telling the other readers above, the link between their minds allows them a kind of remote control over each other's abilities, where the gifts themselves are contained. If Erik were to be gone, along with his mind, Charles wouldn't be able to use his gift. Unless he were a zombie, but that's a whole different plot bunny.

About storms past and coming... yeah. This reads like we're just picking up momentum, doesn't it?

Date: 2011-08-27 08:59 pm (UTC)
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From: [identity profile]
Nope, not underwhelming at all! Pretty fantastic, actually - I love that they're now actually able to start working things out, even if some (more!) unexpected obstacles have suddenly come up!

Date: 2011-08-29 02:23 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you! I'm glad you liked it, and yes, now we can actually have some plot development! And, well, I can't promise there won't be obstacles, I won't want to break that promise. Did I ever mention I like putting my characters through the meat grinder?

Date: 2011-08-27 10:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
You know, I really liked your explanation why telepathy manifests at such a young age. I've never really thought about it, but it stands to reason that there are differences, depending on the mutation. It was always quite obvious to me that Raven would have been born blue and Hank would have had his feet from the beginning, but I never thought about telepaths. Mhm... I guess that means Eriks gift could have appeared much later if he had not needed it. (Now I am wondering when Shaws gift must have manifested, following that logic... it is way too late to be having thoughts like this).

It's great to see Charles being so openly affectionate, but quite understandable. I wonder though if it's all going to be how he thinks. It seems to me that Charles has this idealized version of how everything is going to be once he has "bonded" with someone (well, he had time to imagine it). I don't think he has realized that this will mean that there will still be fights and disagreements and everything else, probably even more than before because now he is actually approachable.

So, is Charles using Eriks powers via his telepathy or does he actually have those powers now? Either way, Shaw is now going to have a really big problem at his hands.

Okay, I'll stop rambling now. Great work, as always! ;D

Date: 2011-08-29 06:39 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Well, according to comic cannon mutations start to manifest at the begginning of puberty, as the rest of the body slowly moves towards full maturity. But some mutants manifest very early on, and some very late--for example in the comics Beast's mutation manifested surprisingly late, when he was already a grown adult.

Most telepaths, like Charles and Jean, seem to have had it since an early age. I suppose for mutants such as Azazel, Mystique and later on Nightcrawler, their mutations manifest perhaps since birth, as it's also a physical mutation and not only a gift.

I wonder about Shaw, myself. Maybe someone attacked him an he absorbed the shock and that triggered his mutation? He seems to have flawless control over it, in any case.

Oh, yeah, Charles definetely has a rather naive idea of how a consensual relationship works. For now as they adapt to each other it should work smoothly enough, but they're still very different people, so that should be interesting, lol.

Yeah, Shaw's pretty muh screwed. The problem is he doesn't know that yet.

Thanks for your comment and your time <3

Date: 2011-08-27 11:03 pm (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] avictoriangirl
I don't think it's possible for your writing to ever be underwhelming! I've read too many fics where authors rush through things much too fast so IMO this was perfect. ♥

Date: 2011-08-29 06:42 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you so much <3 I really am trying to take it slowly and work on the characters more than the action, and since I'm primarily an action writer I feel like I'm dragging you all along. When nothing violent happens I feel like it's a filler chapter, lol.

Date: 2011-08-28 12:36 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
The only part of this I had a negative reaction to were the tags - you should have more confidence in your work, this is brilliant, and I enjoy each part even more than the last. As already mentioned, it's really nice that you're letting things develop slowly and realistically rather than rushing ahead.

Date: 2011-08-29 06:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you <3 I'll try to stop playing with the tags. I'm just scared I'll bore you all to tears if I don;t actually do something in every chapter, but that's because I'm used to writing adventure and action, playing with already fully developed characters. Now developing them myself is a bit... trickier, lol.

Date: 2011-08-28 03:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
OMG! so heart touching this one!
and they getting together..
omg! omg!
and charles is adorable! <3
so much loveeeeeeeeeeee! so groovy! =D

Date: 2011-08-29 06:46 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I'm glad you're enjoying it! Lol Charles, adorable? Not this one, I don't think! But, you know, Erik's not complaining.

Lol yay, my fic is groovy! *fist pump*

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Date: 2011-08-28 05:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Great great story! But one question, so now that Charles have Erik's metal bender powers and Erik has latent telepathy, do the both of them still have their own powers? Does Charles still have his telepathic powers and Erik still has his metal powers? I do hope so though!

Date: 2011-08-29 06:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Hey! No, they still have their own powers, definetely. The link between their minds would thepretically allow them a sort of remote-control over each others' gifts. But they still have their own powers.

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Date: 2011-08-28 06:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
He reaches out and, carefully, brushes the pad of his thumb over the swell of Charles’ cheekbone. Charles’ eyes fall closed. Delighted that he hasn’t been rejected, that Charles hasn’t even flinched, Erik bring the whole of his palm against the man’s cheek, feeling the smooth skin. He slides it down to his neck, thrilled when Charles lets his head drop back to allow more access. He feels the movement of the muscles underneath the skin as Charles swallows. Erik shifts his thumb so he frames Charles’ throat, his Adam’s apple right above the web of flesh between thumb and index.

THIS SCENE. I love this scene and the way you portray the quiet intimacy.

Date: 2011-08-29 06:49 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you <3

Date: 2011-08-28 07:50 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Now, I'm not English and I may lack some vocabulary, so maybe you'll have to expalin to me what you mean by underwhelming. Because that's definitely NOT what I was feeling when reading this chapter! Same thing with anticlimatic.

Come on, maybe there's not so much action in the last chapters, but the emotional tension is really here, there's depth here, and your writing is wonderful!

Bemblebee is right! You should have more confidence in your work!

Date: 2011-08-29 06:51 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thanks <3 Sorry, I'll stop playing around with the tags. I just feel like soething should actually really happen in each chapter for the plot to move forward, and it's difficult for me to understand that the character development ought to be enough, seeing as this is a character-driven story.

Date: 2011-08-28 01:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
This was..a very calm and relaxing chapter, I really enjoyed it. I especially love how Charles is really taking in being able to touch someone other than raven, and be far more intimate than he is with her, and how he's fascinated by it, as well as adjusting to it. It's interesting to see.

Date: 2011-08-29 06:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you. You know, I think it's smilar to when you first start getting comfortable with a lover. Just, testing the limits, finding the lines, seeing what makes you both happy and what you both enjoy. It's one of the best things about a lover, I think--the exploration, the discovery.

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Date: 2011-08-28 02:44 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Honestly? Being Erik I'd be really furious at Charles. One thing is the risk, but another things is actually being, let's say, one soul in two bodies and sharing the mutation with another person. This would be really confusing! On the other hand it'd be extremely hard to be angry at Charles, no when he's so comfortable, no when the wall separating him from Erik finally dissappeared. And then Charles could have not known what the exact effects would be.
Anyway, so everything looks perfect right now, but I have to agree with Erik's words:“We’re well and truly fucked.” This couldn't be more true! They really are, I mean, it can be healthy when memories of own father are weaker than memories of another person's father, when habits and gifts are shared. In the same time Charles couldn't make a first step on his way to convalescence. I guess it has to come with a price.
I absolutely adore this chapter, it's not a dissapointment at all! It's slow and beautiful, matching the slowness and beauty of Charles's and Erik's discovering each other after. What I especially love about this chapter is this part: " Charles shifts, grabs Erik’s hand and tangles their fingers together, all the while looking, fascinated, as their skins touch. Charles’ hands are long-fingered and fine-boned, the hands of a piano player, elegant and graceful and lilywhite pale. Erik’s are broad and wide, larger, tanned from being in the sun and calloused from the grip of throwing knives and pistols, his fingers long and square-tipped.
The telepath looks at them, awed. Erik smiles, then grins when Charles shyly bring their hands up to his mouth and kisses the back of Erik’s, nearly a brush of lips, chaste and innocent and heart-warming." For me is the essence of what Charles feels: I'm sure he's scared as hell, but in the same time for a very first time sice early childhood he can do things normal people can do. The simple act of touching another person hand with bare fingers must be breath-taking and this fragment captures this perfectly. I'm definitely waiting for next parts, as seeing how they are adjusting to each other will be really interesting. Of course being me I'm sensing a lot of problems: neither of them is particulary nice or sweet, so the process itself can't be too smooth. And there're another Charles issues.
Anyway, this chapter is as climatic as any previous one! Great job.

Date: 2011-08-29 07:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Well, it wasn't actually Charles who explained to Erik the implications of what he had to do. That was Raven--and Raven's own link to Charles is different at the core than the one Charles and Erik have built. But still, I agree that sharing memories and being able to use someone elses' gift is confusing and scary, and no wonder Erik freaked out a little.

You're right that right now it's a little scary how close they are, but as they begin to settle into it Charles will start building shields and they'll be perfectly independent again. At the moment Charles is learning from Erik's mind, how things ought to work in a (relatively, anyway) healthy mind.

I'm glad I didn't disappoint you. I'm sort of reluctant to take too long to let them explore each other because I'm scared the story will start to drag on, which is why I feel a lot of the time like I'm letting you all down when nothing actually *happens*.

You know, this part about exploring someone is what I like the most about having a lover. You know, searching, testing, seeing where the lines and limits are. And Charles has been so deprived of any sort of intimacy that it must be even deeper for him.

And yeah. Neither of these guys is a sweet innocent boy, so there's bound to be bumps in the road. Besides, this is the Universe and these are Charles and Erik. When have things aver gone smoothly for them?

Date: 2011-08-29 02:09 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Esta historia es tan increíblemente awesome. Has creado una trama tan bien hecha y compleja, y los personajes se mantienen IC y se leen tan ricos aquí.

Me ha gustado mucho que ahora sean un ser, la forma en la que Charles asimiló las memorias de Erik y como sus mentes convergieron. Los dos están tan jodidos mentalmente que juntos quizás pueden hacer una mente funcional.

Y el que ahora puedan tocarse libremente es quizás la guinda de la torta :)

Date: 2011-08-29 07:19 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Gracias! Jaja si, estan tan mal los dos que con un poco de suerte entre los dos hacen uno. No iria tan lejos como decir, una mente sana, pero como minimo funcional, espero.

Y si ahora se pueden tocar =D Eso deberia ser divertido, tanto de escribir como de leer!

Date: 2011-08-29 02:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Wow, I think I loved this chapter the very best so far (which is saying something, because I think this story is mesmerizing).

When Erik and Charles finally were able to touch with bare skin it was a truly emotional moment -- like sunlight breaking through the clouds of desperation at last. *This* is why I love long stories -- they allow for the story to build up to these kinds of moments. :-)

But poor Erik clearly didn't quite expect their minds to be linked in that way, and I felt my heart tighten for his confusion and wariness. Poor guy, Charles is always full of surprises! Erik may be in over his head, but that has never stopped him from going after what he wants. Just sometimes you have to be careful what you ask for!

And I see what you mean about Charles not being in full control of his powers; he's clearly trying hard to work it all out for both of them, but there is an edge of uncertainly that creates wonderful tension for the story.

And finally, I felt so bad for Charles' abuse at the hands of Shaw, who really twisted his disgusting tentacles around them. Poor Erik once again -- there is so much to untangle...

Date: 2011-08-29 07:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Thank you so much!

I loved writing that little bit where they can finally touch, I kept grinning so hard. You're right about long stories and how they allow for the tension to mount into the resolution. I'd decided to take my time with the undergoing plot in this story and I'm glad I did.

Erik certainly didn't expect their minds to be linked this tightly together, but it's not how it's always going to be. Charles depends a lot on him right now, but he'll start gradually pulling back as time goes on. And yeah, Charles is trying to work it out hismelf and help Erik along, but you know, he doesn't have all that much more experience, himself!

Oh god, yes, Erik sure has his work cut out for him right now!

Date: 2011-12-24 09:12 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I knew it couldn't be that easy. And if aftermath wasn't bad enough, here's a brand new power swap. Or power-meld.
I get the feeling Erik did not think this through very much. *lol*

“We’re well and truly fucked.”
And about to save mutantkind. Yep, we're doomed. *chuckle*


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