"Turn, turn the clock"

[lifesmarvels]

Title: Turn, turn the clock
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Pairing: Charles/Erik (sorta, kinda)
Genre: Alternative Universe, Angst
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 693
Warnings: Very hard dub-con (might be even considered non-con), mentions of a genocide, kidnapping
Summary: Erik couldn't run away. And even if he could, there would be nowhere to run to.

Disclaimer: I don't own the X-Men or anything associated. My writing is my own, but I don't get any profit from it, it's only for fun. Kind of *squints at the story*
Author's note: The title is taken from the song "How far we've come" by Matchbox 20, which I haven't listened to, but which has lovely lyrics that might as well be a hymn of this short story. Written for au_bingo for the Prompt "Mirror Verse".

Erik couldn’t move.

That in itself wasn’t new. He didn’t bother to move much even since that fateful day on the Beach in Cuba when he lost the use of his legs and all his hopes for the better future. He wasn’t exactly naïve. He knew that a peace between humans and mutants wouldn’t last long if it ever would be. But he was hoping to build a safe haven for his brothers and sisters, a school maybe. And have two most important people of his life by his side. But it seems it was never meant to be.

“You do know that when you think like that it only makes me more reluctant to release you?”

Ah. And there was the reason for his utter immobility.

Charles Xavier, a mutant of the Omega level, a telepath. Erik’s ex-best friend and current kidnapper.

The man scoffs and squats in front of him.

“Really, Erik? That wasn’t nice.”

“Maybe if I wasn’t kept here as a slave for you to use my powers as you pleased, I would be more gracious in describing you.”

The only answer he got was a deep laugh and then Charles backhanded him. Hm. He must be really pissed. Erik licks the corner of his mouth, bleeding slowly and looks the telepath straight in the eye. He doesn’t usually bother with physical violence, relishing in the grip his mind has on other. It seems not today.

He hisses when his head is wrenched backwards by the grip on his hair. He has a sudden, dangerous urge to spit into Charles’ face, but it might not end well for him. The man smirks, clearly picking up on the thought and Erik curses one more the fate that shoved them on the path together.

Really, Erik just wanted to discover and help their people.

Charles wanted to kill. He always wanted to kill, hurt, make others bleed. Sebastian Shaw was the first. Entire world was next. Now, the only one who was left was Erik. And the telepath so relished in causing him pain.

The hard kiss and teeth breaking his bottom lip are a surprise, but not entirely unexpected. Charles does that sometimes, when he thinks Erik gets too lost in his own mind. Left with no one to talk to, but himself and his captor.

“Shut up.” The words are growled into his mouth before Charles kisses him again, although it can hardly be called a kiss anymore. “You think too much.”

It prompts a bitter laugh out from his abused throat, Miss Frost delighting in mentally torturing him until his screams turn bloody.

“And what there is left for me, but think, Charles? You took everything else.”

Before he can even blink he’s frozen again and Charles is looking at him with such a furry in his eyes that he mentally flinches away. But he softens after a while, his eyes hiding hurt this time.

“But you still have me.”

He doesn’t dignify this with a response. This is not Charles he wanted by his side. This is not the man he spend days with on a road trip collecting other mutants, evenings playing chess, exchanging glances that promised of a bright future together.

This is Professor X who didn’t hesitate to use Hank’s ingenious device to kill every human on the planet; who changed their world into dystopian society ruled by him and his followers.

Erik gained the place by the side of the New World’s King. He gained kisses and soft words whispered about love and loyalty.

He lost his legs, his friends, his sister and the love of his life.

When the strike comes again, he expects it, but does nothing. There is no sense anymore. There is nothing left for him, but this. Maybe it’s his punishment for failing to save this one beautiful soul he encountered in Miami waters.

The kiss pressed to his lips is soft and chaste, but it doesn’t change anything. Nothing matters anymore.

Charles kneels and weeps into his useless legs and Erik just sits there frozen, looking over the landscape of a kingdom he never wanted to have.

Comments

[the-me09.livejournal.com]

BROKEN

I AM BROKEN.

CHARLES WHY? *SOBS*

POOR ERIK JUST T_T

♥

[kiriana16.livejournal.com]

Aww, baby, I'm glad you liked that ;D <3

I just figured if it was Charles who was all crazy Nazi hunter who hated humans, who would have better chances at succeeding at his goals. And keeping Erik by his side, even if by force.

And guess what? THERE IS NO HAPPY ENDING.

[raffi.livejournal.com]

THE HURT. OH DEAR GOD MY SOUL BLEEDS ;~;

[kiriana16.livejournal.com]

I- am glad you enjoyed reading this?

Thank you for taking the time to comment ♥

[raffi.livejournal.com]

Oh, my apologies for that comment of mine did not make it clear whether I enjoyed the soul bleeding process or not- and yes! I did. It's very beautifully written and I just want to hold Erik close and lie to him that everything would be okay ;~;

[kiriana16.livejournal.com]

Oh no, you made it rather clear, I'm just not really sure yet if I should be happy I make people's souls bleed ;)
Erik needs someone who would do that for him. Thank you! ♥