xmen_firstkink fic snippets

[ysobel]

...there are a few things I have written for the kinkmeme that I am not planning on claiming. But a couple that I have, that aren't really full fics:

http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/2439.html?thread=2839431

(in which helens78 and I have a brainshare moment -- mine is the anon one, obvs)

"More," Erik says. It isn't quite begging, but there's an edge of need to his voice.

Charles just laughs and runs his hands down Erik's chest. He's got a swimmer's body, broad shoulders and narrow hips and a goddamn gorgeous ass -- Charles is, of course, not at all biased by the fact that he's currently got his cock buried in said ass -- and Charles can't get enough of just touching it.

"Move, damn you," and now there's more of a growl to the voice.

"Tsk." Charles tries to look stern and fails utterly. "What have I told you about giving orders in bed?"

"That you will follow them," Erik answers promptly.

"Wrong," Charles says with a fierce grin, and digs his fingers into Erik's hips. "What have I told you about answering incorrectly?"

"That you will punish me for it." Erik's eyes are sparkling, and as much as he tries to keep a straight face, a corner of his mouth is twitching with a suppressed smile. "Preferably by actually fucking me?"

"What do you think we've been doing," Charles murmurs, but he obligingly draws back and slams in, feeling Erik practically ripple underneath him at the impact. He braces himself firmly and begins a deliberately erratic rhythm, long slow strokes and quick short hip-snaps and deep fierce thrusts, an arbitrary pattern designed to drive Erik crazy.

Erik makes a low whining noise deep in his throat. "Charles," he says hoarsely, and the growl's back, raspy and dangerous and sexy as hell. "Damn you--"

"Yes," Charles gasps out, not at all certain any more what he's agreeing to.

"--not going to break don't hold back do it do it--"

"Yes," Charles says again, and reaches out to Erik's face, cupping it. Erik turns his head and nuzzles into the touch, mouth open, breath panting out fast and hot, teeth grazing Charles' palm, and Charles gives a helpless groan and gives up all pretense of tormenting Erik. His body is moving almost without conscious control, instinct and need shaping every push and pull.

"More," Erik says, "more--"

And Charles slips into his mind then, a delicate probe that pulses against Erik in ragged coordination with the movements of their bodies.

Erik is silent when he comes -- completely and utterly silent, letting the groan of metal around them be his voice -- but he does murmur something, quiet and incomprehensible, when Charles pulls out.

"Yes," Charles murmurs, pressing kisses to the side of Erik's face, temple and eyelid and cheekbone and then lazy sloppy kisses against his mouth. "More," he promises, and Erik gives a sleepy rumble of a purr.

http://xmen-firstkink.livejournal.com/2439.html?thread=2882951

(yay I win the internet \o/)

Relevant image is basically MF (Erik) shirtless in a kitchen.

It's not unusual for there to be someone in the kitchen at odd hours -- after all, most of the current residents of the mansion are either older teenagers or just beyond it, and most of them are male, which makes for bottomless pits even when they aren't expending massive amounts of energy trying to master their powers -- but it is rather unusual for Erik to be in the kitchen.

It's also unusual for him to be shirtless.

Charles leans against the doorway, admiring the view. Strong broad shoulders, muscles and shoulderblades flexing as he moves, and hipbones peeking tantalizingly out of low-slung trousers. The urge to touch is strong: he wants to run his hands over the planes and angles, to suck at each knob of Erik's spine, to shove the trousers down and hang onto Erik's hips as Charles fucks him against the counter...

"I can hear you salivating," Erik remarks dryly without turning around. "Instant coffee; I got desperate. Want one?"

//Want you,// Charles projects. He comes up behind Erik, not letting himself touch yet, just getting a closer view. //Honestly, Erik, why don't you do this more often?//

"What, make coffee?"

//No,// Charles says, and he kisses the nape of Erik's neck. //Go shirtless. It's positively a crime, hiding all that delicious skin--//

"It's a distraction," Erik says. Sharply, or at least trying for it, but Charles can hear the smile creeping through. "We can't afford distractions."

"Oh, but it's early yet." Charles fits his hands along Erik's waist, thumbs over the spot where his ass dimples so nicely, fingers aligning with the ridge of his hips. //No one's awake. I've checked.//

"Voyeur," Erik murmurs. He lifts the cup to his mouth -- instant coffee is dreadful stuff, in Charles's opinion, but Erik has his own tastes -- and Charles can feel him swallow.

Aaaand now I go back to the wips :D

Comments

[mrkinch]

Well, THAT certainly brightened my afternoon!*sighs happily*

[ysobel]

:D

[helens78]

I thought the picture prompt was you! :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD (I don't know how this happens, I don't read that many prompts, but I keep stumbling across you! Also, you should totally put these two up on AO3; I have had requests from folks to encourage you to do so, so that they may leave you kudos. *halo*)

[ysobel]

I totally couldn't resist. :D :D :D

And re putting them up on AO3 - they aren't proper fics. (Especially the second one.) Also they don't have titles. Also

I have had requests from folks to encourage you to do so, so that they may leave you kudos.

*eyes you suspiciously*

[helens78]

They are short-form works, which is a totally respectable genre (and for which I frequently advocate, and lots of people do, too!). Call them bite-sized fic! Sometimes that's exactly what people are looking for; I know I've often ignored 20,000+ word epics in favor of a 500-word story. :)

Titles can be procured!

And yes, the lurkers DO support me in email. Or possibly IM or Twitter or Tumblr, or all of the above. ^_^

[ysobel]

It's not so much the fact that they aren't epics that's bothering me; it's the fact that they don't feel like a complete story. Or something. Idek. I am not a reliable judge of my own stuff.

So. Uh.

Procure me titles and I'll post them? :D