Now though … he’d wanted the abomination that separated him from his lover, from the other half of his soul, gone. He’d fought with the helmet, fingers reaching desperately for the damn thing but Erik was so damn strong. A small part of Charles’ mind told him that even now, Erik was pulling his blows but they made an already aching head ring, especially that firm right hook.
Dazed, Charles heard the gun shots and all he could think was to get up, get to Erik protect him! though he had no idea where the shots were coming from and between one breath and the next, his back had exploded in agony.
He vaguely remembered falling to the beach white hot pain shooting up from his back, his legs suddenly feeling heavy and numb, like as if they were both hopelessly asleep. Erik had been there, pushing his reaching hand away and suddenly the point of fire in his lower back was gone and he was braced across his lover’s thighs.
Charles barely had the capacity to beg Erik for Moira’s life, the constricting band around his heart loosening a fraction when his lover released the one innocent human in all of this. That small gesture had filled Charles with a hope he’d believed crushed out of him on this beach and his last true conscious thought was of touching Erik’s jaw, just beneath the point of the helmet.
After that, events began to blur. He knew Erik had tried to be as careful as possible but there wasn’t a single fiber of Charles’ being that didn’t scream agony at the moment. From the physical pain to the way his thoughts and realizations chased themselves, like angry wasps in his head, Charles wanted the nightmare to end and to wake up in Erik’s arms back at the manor.
Only it wasn’t going to be that easy. He was only vaguely aware of being in his room, Erik had put him down on the side of the bed he tended to sleep on, so at least his lover’s familiar scent lifted from the pillow beneath his head, helping to offset the lingering oders of sweat, engine fuel, blood, sand and death. Charles was floating in a sea of his own body’s pain, his thoughts swarming but he heard … he heard Erik’s thoughts in his head.
The CIA … Charles as the biggest threat … staying for now.
Charles wanted to give himself over to unconsciousness. Erik was here, he was here and for now he was taking care of things as he’d taken care of things on the beach, Charles could drift but there was something … something important he had to say first. Reaching with a trembling hand, he closed his fingers over one of the wrists currently disrobing him, tugging until he had Erik’s attention.
Only when he could see green eyes upon his own, did he grit out.]
2/2?
Dazed, Charles heard the gun shots and all he could think was to get up, get to Erik protect him! though he had no idea where the shots were coming from and between one breath and the next, his back had exploded in agony.
He vaguely remembered falling to the beach white hot pain shooting up from his back, his legs suddenly feeling heavy and numb, like as if they were both hopelessly asleep. Erik had been there, pushing his reaching hand away and suddenly the point of fire in his lower back was gone and he was braced across his lover’s thighs.
Charles barely had the capacity to beg Erik for Moira’s life, the constricting band around his heart loosening a fraction when his lover released the one innocent human in all of this. That small gesture had filled Charles with a hope he’d believed crushed out of him on this beach and his last true conscious thought was of touching Erik’s jaw, just beneath the point of the helmet.
After that, events began to blur. He knew Erik had tried to be as careful as possible but there wasn’t a single fiber of Charles’ being that didn’t scream agony at the moment. From the physical pain to the way his thoughts and realizations chased themselves, like angry wasps in his head, Charles wanted the nightmare to end and to wake up in Erik’s arms back at the manor.
Only it wasn’t going to be that easy.
He was only vaguely aware of being in his room, Erik had put him down on the side of the bed he tended to sleep on, so at least his lover’s familiar scent lifted from the pillow beneath his head, helping to offset the lingering oders of sweat, engine fuel, blood, sand and death. Charles was floating in a sea of his own body’s pain, his thoughts swarming but he heard … he heard Erik’s thoughts in his head.
The CIA … Charles as the biggest threat … staying for now.
Charles wanted to give himself over to unconsciousness. Erik was here, he was here and for now he was taking care of things as he’d taken care of things on the beach, Charles could drift but there was something … something important he had to say first. Reaching with a trembling hand, he closed his fingers over one of the wrists currently disrobing him, tugging until he had Erik’s attention.
Only when he could see green eyes upon his own, did he grit out.]
I … I’m so sorry.