Erik grunts as he rests his palms against the cool metal. It's close to ten at night, maybe after, Erik isn't quite sure. He has lost track of time. There are two very important clients for the factory with major deadlines coming up. In truth, Erik hates these clients: the factory gave them what they initially wanted weeks ago long before the deadline however the clients do not like what they were given and demanded new pieces as in complete different types of pieces they want as replacements instead of saying what is wrong with the first ones.
Normally the factory closes about three-thirty to four-thirty in the afternoons but the clients have been down their throats as of late that Erik is staying long pass over to get the work done. It also helps with some hours he missed the other week due to a certain telepath. Not that Erik can fully fault the man they went out to a nice dinner and spent many hours from the current time to the first crack of dawn in one another's embrace. Then Erik couldn't move for a couple of days. He can still see the smugness on Charles's face about it.
Erik goes to the restroom splashing cold water on his face. He hears his stomach growl and the magnetic mutant wishes he packed a dinner or ordered something a few hours ago. Stepping outside Erik takes a deep breath of air. It's August and while Charles always chides Erik for working in a ' place hotter than a hundred saunas combined mixed with a Westchester heatwave and that's basically the sun' but Erik doesn't care. He controls metal and all that he can warm it up and cool it down instantly.
His phone goes off. Erik smiles upon seeing the name. "Darling, where are you?" Erik feels at ease hearing that smooth English accent. Despite being born in the New York, Charles's mother sent him to school in England on and off for years. Spent the ages of 4-10 there, then 11-19 in the United States before going to Oxford for the rest of his schooling before coming back here.
"I'm at work."
In the distance Erik hears something skid. His eyes hone in assuming it's the wind as he cannot see - and with the use of his powers feel - anyone.
"Still? Darling it is beyond late and you cannot spend the night there."
Before Erik can respond people are on him. Someone tackles him to the ground his phone landing just inches away. He can hear Charles shout his name, trying figure out what is wrong. Erik struggles against the person able to flip them over. It doesn't last long as he feels a small sting hit his neck. A cold wave of drowsiness hit as his eyes slip shut. He can briefly make out a voice that isn't Charles before he can't.
A sting is what wakes Erik up. He glares at a man with reddish-brown hair and dull eyes. Erik grunts as he tries to break his hands free. Fuck. Zipties. He reaches out trying to feel anything in the room that can help him. Nothing.
"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Did you think we are fools, Mr. Lehnsherr? We know about your powers. We took extra care to make sure that this place is safe." The man says.
Funny. I don't feel safe. Erik wants to quip. He knows when to remain quiet. Years being under Shaw's control has given Erik some awareness.
"You see." The man moves behind Erik leaning down to whisper in his ear. "This place is entirely made of plastic." Erik all but growls. The man laughs. "We will let you go when you give us what we want. What we want is Charles Xavier."
Erik leans his head forward then uses as much force as possible as his skull collides with his capture. Erik hears a stumble; he isn't sure if he has done anything except maybe give himself a slight headache.
"Why you---" The guy gets a call. Lucky timing. The guy just gives a taunting laugh before leaving.
As unnerving as being in a plastic prison is for Erik, it's more doable than them getting their hands on Charles.
They try. For hours on end possibly even days they try to get Erik to talk. They have been stalking both him and Charles for some time. Know they do not communicate every day. (At least that is what they think. Erik enjoys having Charles in his mind especially when they are long distance and when either have particularly long day.) They know that Erik is sometimes needed for jobs by Charles, the thing is they can never pin down when Erik is needed. Charles lives in Westchester, Erik lives in New Castle. Too far for Charles's liking though they have only been together for a little over two years. It's not like they haven't talked about moving in together, it's just that with Charles's job as a Mafia boss that owns half of New York State and part of Britain too, he has many enemies and Charles doesn't want Erik put in a situation where the place they're living is compromised and Erik is put in some sort of harms way.
So much for that.
"We will let you go." It's a woman today. She purposely stays out of Erik's peripheral view. "You just have to let us know where your boss is."
"Depending on the time of day, either at the factory or home. Though I can't imagine what you would want with the boss of a metal factory." She hits him upside the head.
"C'mon Darlin'," Erik's inside squeeze. No one is ever allowed to call him Darling except for Charles. Even other people with English accents have called him Darling or Darlin' before and it just feels utterly wrong. Then again Erik also thinks that the word groovy should never pass anyone's lips unless he and Charles are watching Austin Powers. "Tell us where Charles is. I bet we can make you turn. We can make it worth your while. You can have anyone you want, man, woman, whatever you want. Want an orgy? You can have one within the next couple of hours."
Erik has been with people before even participated in threesomes before getting with Charles but Erik is a simple man. If he's with someone he is with them and - call him selfish - but he refuses to share a lover. Specifically he cannot share Charles or his body with someone who isn't Charles.
The lights flicker before shutting off for roughly ten seconds. The woman growls she tries contacting someone with no luck. The door opens followed by a couple of hard thuds before shutting. "Well, well, well. Charles Xavier. Looks like your pet was right about----"
"Cut the crap. I know you're working for En Sabah Nur. Where is he?"
"I'm afraid he's not here."
"Pity." Charles draws something.
For the first time in who-knows-how-long Erik feels the sweet, sweet atoms in the metal gun. Using his telepathy Charles manages to float the gun over to Erik. The woman laughs. "What was that for? He can't use it nor can you now! I though you were smart! Got into Harvard at 16, graduated from Oxford at 26! You must have used your powers to fool people, Xavier."
"Or maybe you're preppy private schools didn't teach you much,"
Erik levitates the gun feeling three bullets in the chamber. It's also the first time within an undisclosed amount of time that Erik realizes he feels hollow. Charles isn't in his mind and Erik is curious if the plastic cell may have psychic blockers in it. Letting out a deep breath Erik feels the gun, it feels heavy than normal. Being stuck in plastic is doing me no favors. Moving the gun with the handle behind his head he shoots.
"Gnah!" Charles screams.
Fuck.
"That's it. You see, I was hoping to handle this nicely, but you aren't willing to do. Shame. You might have been able to live with at least some memory of two nights ago. The thing is: you took something from me and while I tend to be a generous person wanting to work things out. But when you take something from me, someone that is very, very important. Well. I don't share."
Like lightning Erik can feel the spark of his magnetic levitation mix with part of Charles's psychic connection. Even without being able to talk he sends the gun over to Charles. The magnetic mutant relaxes when he feels the familiar warmth of Charles' hands on the gun. Erik releases his hold.
Pop.
Pop.
Thud.
Thud.
Footsteps coming forward. This time a more gentle sound, the cool metal to the blade of a pocket knife cuts the zip ties. Charles walks around kneeling in front of Erik as said man rubs his wrists to get some circulation back into them. Charles places a gentle hand on Erik's cheek, Erik leans into the touch, Charles caressing his cheek with his thumb. "Are you alright?" Charles' posh voice is so quiet as if they're the only two in a crowded room.
"Fine."
"Did they hurt you?"
Erik shrugs. "A few slaps, some kicks. My first night here I collided my skull with someone else's."
Two emotions flash in Charles' eyes. One looks humerus as he expects nothing less from Erik. The other is something of a fury that even Hell cannot compare to. "Did they give you any food? Drink?"
Erik shakes his head. "If they did it would be through tubes or some sort of shots while I was out. They did try once when I was awake but I refused to open my mouth. The moment they tried to shove it down my throat I spit it back out. I don't know what they put it in."
"Hmm." Charles' bright ocean eyes are scanning him over. "Did they want anything?"
"You." Erik huffs out. Charles still. "They were hoping I'd turn on you. I think they were getting agitated that I wasn't talking." Charles helps Erik stand, catching him as Erik falls forward.
"Let's get you home, fed, then we'll continue to talk."
Charles is a little paranoid in returning Erik to his New Castle home so they go to the Xavier home in Westchester. Luckily Erik's job had camera's to know what happened. A good thing that Erik's boss praised him for making the cameras look broken when they aren't. Charles still isn't pleased. This En Sabah Nur person is known as Apocalypse and he has some sort of vengeance against Charles in particular that no one in the underground seems to know or can figure out.
"How long was I there?" Erik inquires as they sit in Charles' room taking a bite of salmon along with beef brisket and some vegetables. As he eats Erik realizes just how hungry he is. Same with when they got home and Erik chugged four glasses of water.
"Four days." Charles spits as he sits in a chair near one of the windows. It's the first sign of Charles losing composure since. . . . everything. Charles took a deep breath before regaining tranquility and looking at Erik. "The night they took you, I tried our telepathy link and I couldn't feel you." Charles comes over, placing the plate of food on a night stand as he takes Erik's face in his hands staring at him. "I couldn't feel you and that scared me. I had no idea where you were, if I was going to find you washed up in the harbor, buried in cement, or sent somewhere as a message to me. Raven couldn't even get anyone to talk even the known snitches."
"How did you find me?" Erik wraps his arms around
"There's this mercenary loud mouth that Raven knows. Apparently he was in town and was able to annoy the information out of people. After that it was easy for us to find you." Charles lays his head on Erik's shoulder. Just familiarizing themselves with the other. Erik nearly causes them to fall off the bed before Charles catches them and they fall on to the luxury mattress as he feels a familiar warmth re-enter his mind.
"Back in the cell, why didn't you re-enter my mind then?" Erik is starting to realize that the hunger isn't all food related and has never felt more full than with Charles' presence in his psyche.
"Apocalypse, he employs mutants of various abilities but all mostly telepaths. I couldn't take the risk of them sensing it and trying to use it as an advantage. Mutant kind knows what I would do if you got hurt or worse in there because of an error on my end. When we first met I promised you that I wouldn't do anything to put your life at stake and I intend to keep that. With that said we have an important matter to discuss: Apocalypse knows where you work and quite possibly where you live." Charles holds up a hand to continue speaking as Erik opens his mouth. "I know I can't force you to quit or move but at least promise me that you'll spend the night here, at least two-to-three times a week."
Erik looks at Charles. His only answer is a firm kiss to Charles' lips which Charles returns as any burden in his mind and body relaxes.