Well. Why wouldn't it be sweet, Charles is making him feel so good, look at everything he's done, has done, wants to do. He wants to give Erik EVERYTHING AND ANYTHING. What's not sweet and creepy (when you're as powerful as Charles is) about that?
nrrgh, the intricacies of the dub-con here. It's just fascinates me. Because the Erik POV voice is so honed and I love seeing him still being angry, so fucking sharp-- the dialog, god. Him calling Charles on his ego several times, but also being very forthwith about how he's feeling when Charles is digging around in there. Not a playground, not a fucking playground.
Yet he can't deny the effect Charles is having on him in that moment, but to see the wheels slowly turn during the sex--the way Charles still has to have his way and Erik has no real choice but to acquiesce. Man...all because Charles has an effect on him. Erik has a hard time minding a LOT, what with his cock buried deep inside Charles and it's feeling so great, but the fact that he's still churning over the thoughts in his head, weighing and measuring how they feel after Charles' presence. That level of self awareness and introspection is... well, maybe a kink of my own, omg.
I love the memories, too. I love particularly, how uncomfortable the Holocaust one makes me and I actually kind of glaze over it each time I reread it now because it just does not sit well with me. But all these memories speak so many volumes and the details are lovely. But of course my favorite of the whole bit is the wry dialog over chess and the flirtation. I can really hear Fassbender when I read "What did you have in mind?" and nrghghgh it makes me really happy. The sex is extremely hot and unsettling but yeah, I think that paragraph about Charles showing Erik his own memories and feelings about Charles is my favorite part. And least egregious of the memory-yanking since Charles was actually there. Except that really doesn't make a difference in the long run. (Incepts him into a supervillian indeed. That's such a great way of putting it.)
Also love the how syrupy and epic the prose becomes during Charles memories/feelings about Erik. Telepathy is so fucking awesome in narratives, so much room to play and it's fucking beautiful right there. There's heat—firelight, hot summer days, the look in Erik's eyes, the heady burn of scotch on his tongue; challenge—better than the best of his tutors at Oxford, power like he's never seen in anyone but himself, that hard-edged, determined, infuriatingly attractive unwillingness to follow him without a reason; familiarity—eight-year-old Raven in his kitchen in the middle of the night, the sudden shock of Erik’s presence in the water, putt Yeah, all of that right there makes me flail like a flaily fangirl with the seal clappyhands, awwyeah.
This really hits so many of my buttons. I'm glad I was finally able to find a few words to tell you how much I adore your story. ♥
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nrrgh, the intricacies of the dub-con here. It's just fascinates me. Because the Erik POV voice is so honed and I love seeing him still being angry, so fucking sharp-- the dialog, god. Him calling Charles on his ego several times, but also being very forthwith about how he's feeling when Charles is digging around in there. Not a playground, not a fucking playground.
Yet he can't deny the effect Charles is having on him in that moment, but to see the wheels slowly turn during the sex--the way Charles still has to have his way and Erik has no real choice but to acquiesce. Man...all because Charles has an effect on him. Erik has a hard time minding a LOT, what with his cock buried deep inside Charles and it's feeling so great, but the fact that he's still churning over the thoughts in his head, weighing and measuring how they feel after Charles' presence. That level of self awareness and introspection is... well, maybe a kink of my own, omg.
I love the memories, too. I love particularly, how uncomfortable the Holocaust one makes me and I actually kind of glaze over it each time I reread it now because it just does not sit well with me. But all these memories speak so many volumes and the details are lovely. But of course my favorite of the whole bit is the wry dialog over chess and the flirtation. I can really hear Fassbender when I read "What did you have in mind?" and nrghghgh it makes me really happy. The sex is extremely hot and unsettling but yeah, I think that paragraph about Charles showing Erik his own memories and feelings about Charles is my favorite part. And least egregious of the memory-yanking since Charles was actually there. Except that really doesn't make a difference in the long run. (Incepts him into a supervillian indeed. That's such a great way of putting it.)
Also love the how syrupy and epic the prose becomes during Charles memories/feelings about Erik. Telepathy is so fucking awesome in narratives, so much room to play and it's fucking beautiful right there. There's heat—firelight, hot summer days, the look in Erik's eyes, the heady burn of scotch on his tongue; challenge—better than the best of his tutors at Oxford, power like he's never seen in anyone but himself, that hard-edged, determined, infuriatingly attractive unwillingness to follow him without a reason; familiarity—eight-year-old Raven in his kitchen in the middle of the night, the sudden shock of Erik’s presence in the water, putt Yeah, all of that right there makes me flail like a flaily fangirl with the seal clappyhands, awwyeah.
This really hits so many of my buttons. I'm glad I was finally able to find a few words to tell you how much I adore your story. ♥