WIP Amnesty: Rewrite Icarus (XMFC)
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browngirlSo, one more. I haven't had much writing time recently, and need to pare down my projects.
Title: Rewrite Icarus
Rating: As it is: PG As it was intended to be: NC-17
Characters/Pairing/Threesome/Etc: Charles/Erik
Content Advisory: Abusive childhood alluded to, sex on a rug, possible rimming.
Summary: Charles tells Erik about Kurt Marko.
Prompt/Plotbunny: After "A Present Elevation" Charles wanted to have a say.
[We Can] Rewrite Icarus
or maybe Dream The Morning After
As Erik doggedly jogs away from him, Charles indulges in a private angry rumination on how Erik doesn't trust --
And pauses there for a moment, changing his course. That's it, actually; Erik doesn't trust, anyone, not even himself, let alone Charles. Although there was that moment in the briny sea off Miami, when Erik shouted questions at him over the roar of the waves, wild hope in his eyes as Charles told him he wasn't alone.
Charles smiles sideways at the memory. Then he takes a deep breath and heads for the cut between the trees on the west side, keeping a measure of attention on the bright flare of Erik's mind as he takes one more lap around Charles's house.
Erik is training crazily and Charles goes to get him to come in and rest. Charles finds him in a little copse/clearing, or maybe directs him to a particular room ("A sunny gorgeous room and Erik wondering why it's disused") etc, that holds special painful memories, so he tells Erik that his stepfather used to bring him there to beat him, offering the info as a gift since he knows so much about Erik. [Charles catches Erik and lures him in. Moira and Raven and the boys are all fine.]
when charles tells erik his secret, describe erik's emotions; rage and tenderness, desire to touch and hold charles, mistrust of the strength. charles says it's not from him, it's all erik.
Erik says he should shower, they talk and neck. Erik feels he has to be strong because he wasn't strong enough as a boy to kill or attack Shaw. Charles says that Shaw's mutation protects him (this is specifically during the mourning and training week). Describes Darwin's death to him. Then Charles sets out to exhaust him with pleasure and gets him to come in (or vice versa). Outside sex maybe. Charles licks sweat from the muscled planes of his back, rims Erik into exhaustion and jerks him off. [Or maybe Erik demands to be fucked. Charles is incredulous but gives in. [lube?]] When Charles pushes a finger into him Erik snarls.
Erik tells Charles "you can't break me" and Charles says, "I don't want to." Telepathic conversation while Charles's mouth is busy.
After Erik comes he whips around faster than Charles expected, still raw and jangling, and kneels astride Charles as he kisses him and jerks him off.
[ Re: Charles/Erik, wounds & scars
Somebody replied to a comment left by cricep (cricep) in a LiveJournal post
(http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/397.html). The comment they replied
to was:
> ?I know there are open wounds in your soul, my friend, and I hope you
> know I would never disturb them. But Erik? if I keep away from all your
> scars too, I?ll never touch you at all.?
Their reply was:
Subject: Re: Charles/Erik, wounds & scars
This could combine really gorgeously with the Charles topping prompt just
above it (http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/397.html?replyto=579469).
*contemplates*
View the entire thread this comment is a part of:
http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/397.html?thread=586125#t586125
http://stereowire.livejournal.com/66897.html
http://zamwessell.livejournal.com/2103.html
http://archiveofourown.org/works/216282
http://thefirstclass.livejournal.com/53574.html
http://rei-of-writing.livejournal.com/34537.html
http://archiveofourown.org/works/242291
http://argyleheir.livejournal.com/69508.html
http://oldfriends.livejournal.com/209263.html
http://honey-wheeler.livejournal.com/119119.html
http://scrapbullet.livejournal.com/67760.html
Make a sequel to 'a present elevation'
Charles rims Erik, I think, and kisses up his spine.
Catch a Body by Ilse Bendorf,
Salinger, I’m sorry, but “Don’t ever tell
anybody anything” is a string of words
I would like to wrap up in canvas and sink
to the bottom of the Hudson, or extract
by laser from the ribcage of all of us
who ever believed it, who felt afraid
to miss someone, to be the last one
standing. “Tell everyone everything” is
not exactly right, but I do believe that if
your mother looks radiant in violet
you should tell her, or when a juvenile
sparrow thrashes its wings in dustpiles
and reminds you of a lover’s eyelashes,
you should say so. We are islands all of us,
but we are also boats, our secrets flares,
pyrotechnic devices by which we signal
there’s someone in here we’re still alive!
So maybe it’s, “don’t be afraid.” We can
rewrite Icarus, flame-resistant feathers,
wax that won’t melt, I mean it, I’ll draw up
a prototype right now, that burning ball
of orange won’t stop us, it’ll be everything
we dream the morning after, even if we fall
into the sea—we are boats, remember?
We are pirates. We move in nautical miles.
Each other’s anchors, each other’s buoys,
the rocket’s red, already the world entire.
Title: Rewrite Icarus
Rating: As it is: PG As it was intended to be: NC-17
Characters/Pairing/Threesome/Etc: Charles/Erik
Content Advisory: Abusive childhood alluded to, sex on a rug, possible rimming.
Summary: Charles tells Erik about Kurt Marko.
Prompt/Plotbunny: After "A Present Elevation" Charles wanted to have a say.
[We Can] Rewrite Icarus
or maybe Dream The Morning After
As Erik doggedly jogs away from him, Charles indulges in a private angry rumination on how Erik doesn't trust --
And pauses there for a moment, changing his course. That's it, actually; Erik doesn't trust, anyone, not even himself, let alone Charles. Although there was that moment in the briny sea off Miami, when Erik shouted questions at him over the roar of the waves, wild hope in his eyes as Charles told him he wasn't alone.
Charles smiles sideways at the memory. Then he takes a deep breath and heads for the cut between the trees on the west side, keeping a measure of attention on the bright flare of Erik's mind as he takes one more lap around Charles's house.
Erik is training crazily and Charles goes to get him to come in and rest. Charles finds him in a little copse/clearing, or maybe directs him to a particular room ("A sunny gorgeous room and Erik wondering why it's disused") etc, that holds special painful memories, so he tells Erik that his stepfather used to bring him there to beat him, offering the info as a gift since he knows so much about Erik. [Charles catches Erik and lures him in. Moira and Raven and the boys are all fine.]
when charles tells erik his secret, describe erik's emotions; rage and tenderness, desire to touch and hold charles, mistrust of the strength. charles says it's not from him, it's all erik.
Erik says he should shower, they talk and neck. Erik feels he has to be strong because he wasn't strong enough as a boy to kill or attack Shaw. Charles says that Shaw's mutation protects him (this is specifically during the mourning and training week). Describes Darwin's death to him. Then Charles sets out to exhaust him with pleasure and gets him to come in (or vice versa). Outside sex maybe. Charles licks sweat from the muscled planes of his back, rims Erik into exhaustion and jerks him off. [Or maybe Erik demands to be fucked. Charles is incredulous but gives in. [lube?]] When Charles pushes a finger into him Erik snarls.
Erik tells Charles "you can't break me" and Charles says, "I don't want to." Telepathic conversation while Charles's mouth is busy.
After Erik comes he whips around faster than Charles expected, still raw and jangling, and kneels astride Charles as he kisses him and jerks him off.
[ Re: Charles/Erik, wounds & scars
Somebody replied to a comment left by cricep (cricep) in a LiveJournal post
(http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/397.html). The comment they replied
to was:
> ?I know there are open wounds in your soul, my friend, and I hope you
> know I would never disturb them. But Erik? if I keep away from all your
> scars too, I?ll never touch you at all.?
Their reply was:
Subject: Re: Charles/Erik, wounds & scars
This could combine really gorgeously with the Charles topping prompt just
above it (http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/397.html?replyto=579469).
*contemplates*
View the entire thread this comment is a part of:
http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/397.html?thread=586125#t586125
http://stereowire.livejournal.com/66897.html
http://zamwessell.livejournal.com/2103.html
http://archiveofourown.org/works/216282
http://thefirstclass.livejournal.com/53574.html
http://rei-of-writing.livejournal.com/34537.html
http://archiveofourown.org/works/242291
http://argyleheir.livejournal.com/69508.html
http://oldfriends.livejournal.com/209263.html
http://honey-wheeler.livejournal.com/119119.html
http://scrapbullet.livejournal.com/67760.html
Make a sequel to 'a present elevation'
Charles rims Erik, I think, and kisses up his spine.
Catch a Body by Ilse Bendorf,
Salinger, I’m sorry, but “Don’t ever tell
anybody anything” is a string of words
I would like to wrap up in canvas and sink
to the bottom of the Hudson, or extract
by laser from the ribcage of all of us
who ever believed it, who felt afraid
to miss someone, to be the last one
standing. “Tell everyone everything” is
not exactly right, but I do believe that if
your mother looks radiant in violet
you should tell her, or when a juvenile
sparrow thrashes its wings in dustpiles
and reminds you of a lover’s eyelashes,
you should say so. We are islands all of us,
but we are also boats, our secrets flares,
pyrotechnic devices by which we signal
there’s someone in here we’re still alive!
So maybe it’s, “don’t be afraid.” We can
rewrite Icarus, flame-resistant feathers,
wax that won’t melt, I mean it, I’ll draw up
a prototype right now, that burning ball
of orange won’t stop us, it’ll be everything
we dream the morning after, even if we fall
into the sea—we are boats, remember?
We are pirates. We move in nautical miles.
Each other’s anchors, each other’s buoys,
the rocket’s red, already the world entire.
