Word count: 3174.
Warnings: Um. Lives up to its rating?.
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. Uh, guys, welcome to my first attempt at writing something resembling a sexual situation. You're welcome to tell me if I pulled it off.
( “As opposed to you, who is buff and tall and the epitome of masculinity,” Erik retorts, “Especially those lips of yours.” )