A Vulnerable Position

After being let loose at the mansion, everyone went their separate ways. Hank ran to the labs to check out the equipment and install some of his own. Sean and Moira went on a tour of the castle led by Raven. Alex immediately went to his new room and it seemed he planned to stay there for a while. This seemed a bit concerning to Charles, but he didn’t think much of it because of how goddamn close Erik was standing. It seemed that after they got back to see the evidence of Shaw’s invasion of the compound, Erik got entirely too protective for Charles safely. Charles knew this because he kept getting flashes of “Never going to fucking touch him”, “With Emma gone, Shaw will want Charles, that’s what I would do” and “Am I being overprotective?” To the last one, Charles wanted to answer, “ Yes. You are being ridiculously overprotective. I’m not some helpless Omega that would submit to any Alpha that looks at me.” But he knew better than to say that because Erik wasn’t even really thinking about the fact that he was an Omega. Charles wasn’t even sure Erik knew. It didn’t come up; he might just assume Charles was a Beta.

Given Eriks new found protectiveness, the recent stress of having his newly forming pack almost completely torn apparent, and not one but three new alphas living in his house (Erik, Sean, and Moira), maybe he should have expected to have an early heat. At the moment, however, Charles was a bit distracted and didn’t pay attention to any of the signs. However, that didn’t mean that Erik didn’t notice something was up, especially with the way Charles kept turning up the AC in any room he stepped in.

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“Are you alright?'' Erik asked, eyeing Charles up and down as he fiddled with the fan in the room for the third time since they started playing chess.

“What? Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just a bit musty here with the windows having not been opened in years.” Charles shrugged as it sat back down and moved with rook to E4.

Erik raised his eyebrow at him but didn’t say anything more as he moved his own to C5. “Check.”

Charles' eyes shot open and frowned as he looked down at the board as if he noticed for the first time they were playing chess. Now Erik knew something was wrong, Charles should have seen this move coming for over ten minutes now and he doesn’t seem to be seeing the obvious way out of this check by simply moving his knight. Erik knew if he said anything Charles would imminently deny it, so he sat back and watched as Charles stared at the chessboard. And he was staring at the Chessboard, his eyes glazing over as he rested his chin in hand with his elbow propped up on the table. At this point, Erik had been staring at him for over three minutes and he started to notice that there was a flush on Charles's cheeks that seemed unnatural for the room filled with cool air due to Charles's fan ministrations. Erik looked from his flushed cheeks to his lips rested in a pout as he considered his fate. He couldn't look away as Charles slowly shifted in his seat to get a better vantage point of the whole game.

Once Charles finally found the move he needed, he announced “Stalemate” and ceremoniously knocked both their kings down. The sound echoed around the room as Charles slowly looked up at Erik to find Erik staring directly at him with his brow pulled into a crease as he analyzed Charles' strange behavior. After a moment Charles blushed at something and quickly stood up only to stall and shift to grip the table as his blood came back to his head. Erik quickly stood up and grabbed Charles's arms to make sure he didn’t fall. Charles looked up at him and tilted his head to the side a bit as if he was confused at something Erik said. Charles continued to look at him as he moved his hands from the table to Erik's chest and leaned heavily on him and he shifted his gaze down to where his hands came in contact with his pecs. Erik breathed deeply in surprise and deeply regretted doing so as he got a noseful of honey and rain sent. He moved one of his hands to Charles' hip and the other to his neck to force Charles to look up at him.

As if confirming his suspicions, Charles made a needy whining sound as he stared at Erik with pupil-blown eyes, leaning more on Erik trying to get their bodies closer despite Erik's firm grip on his hip keeping them previously firmly apart.

“You’re in heat,” Erik mused as Charles bunched up his shirt in his hands and buried his face in Erik's chest.

Charles took a deep breath, but didn’t loosen his grip or look as if he planned on moving his face as he mumbled, “How astute of you.”

Erik’s brain was screaming at him to pull Charles closer. To pick him up and throw him on the couch and kiss him till he was a whimpering mess. To strip him and pull him onto his lap so he could finger him till he was begging for it. How pretty Charles would look with his hands trapped above his head stuffed with his knot. How beautiful he would look pregnant with, No. Erik can not think about this. This was Charles for god's sake. A very intelligent, beautiful man who happened to go into heat while they were playing chess. He needs to stop. This isn’t what Charles wants. He should get Raven. The beta has probably dealt with a heat-ridden Charles hundreds of times.

Charles groaned as if sensing Erik's thoughts of leaving him and pressed his nose harder into Erik's chest as he tried to push their hips together again. He muttered “Please Erik. God. Fuck. Please.”
Erik looked down at Charles and thought, “God this man is going to kill me. Can’t stand being alone for a second. Well… Not alone. With Raven. And Hank maybe. And maybe Alex. And the other two Alphas in the house…” Suddenly Erik was a lot less resistant to the idea of taking Charles back to his bed instead of Charles. But he can’t. There is no possible way Charles could consent to this right now.

Suddenly there was a whine in his mind of “No no no. Really, I’m okay with this. My heat didn’t start all that long ago. I couldn’t imagine a better person to spread my heat with. Please, Erik.” Charles finally succeeded in pushing their hips together and suddenly Erik didn’t have any reason to protest anymore.

He pulled Charles by his hips and pushed him gently into the neighboring wall. He pushed Charles up slightly making him stand on his toes as gave in and devoured Charles's lips. Charles gasped as wrapped his arms around Erik's neck and hoisted his legs over Erik's hips. Erik deepened the kiss as he grinned his hips into Charles making Charles moan.

“Let's…ahahah, Erik, move this upstairs.” Charles managed between breathy moans.

Erik growled and hoisted Charles up higher as he pinned Charles' hands to the wall, supporting his weight by pinning his hips. Charles whined as his hands were taken from Erik's body but were quickly silenced with Erik's lips as he weakly struggled against Erik's hold.

“Come on, you don’t want to have everyone knowing what we are doing do you?” Charles managed as he broke away from their kiss. Erik paused and considered this. He’s not wrong, but everything in Erik told him stopping wasn't an option. He slowly let Charles down onto shaky legs and watched as Charles leaned back heavily on the wall with swollen lips and messy hair. God if that didn’t make Erik want to jump him, and pin him to the ground just to hear those little whiny moans again.

Charles walked up to a mirror and tried, failing spectacularly, to flatten his hair and whip the flush from his face. It seemed like Charles had a bit more sense now than he did previous to their impromptu make-out session. God knows Erik was the exact opposite. All he could think was inconsistent thoughts of “Charles”, “Mine”, “now”. Maybe his heat was more sedated now that he had some contact with an alpha. God Erik wished he had read more about Omegas. He never really had any experience with them as a kid as his dad was a beta and his mom an alpha. At the camps they always took any omegas away to god knows where pretty quickly after they had their first heat. The memories of the omegas in the camp made a strong urge to protect Charles from potential harm well up inside him as he walked to the mirror where Charles was still preening as if he expected to run into the president on their 3-minute walk to Charles's room.

He snaked his arms around Charles' waist and pulled his back to his chest. He tucked his nose into Charles's neck and deeply inhaled the intoxicating scent. The first rain of spring, honey, book dust. Erik had heard rumors of an Omega sent being the most intoxicating sweet thing on Earth. Charles sent wasn’t overly sweet. But God help him it sure was addicting. It smelled like laughter in a library after a chess game. It smelled like honey toast while the sunlight spilled through the windows on a spring morning. It smelled like a home he never had.

Erik nosed away the clothes covering the scent gland on Charles's neck and licked experimentally waiting for Charles’ reaction. Erik was extremely satisfied with the shiver he felt going through Charels’ body as the contact of his tongue and the complete collapse of Charles's legs as he sucked gently at the spot holding Charles up with his arms secured around his waist. Charles was mumbling words that sounded like “Erik”, “god”, “fuck”, “so good”, and “please” mixed with whines as he struggled to gather a hold on himself with the assault on his senses.

Charles cried out when Erik took a gentle nip at the spot and Erik felt Charles's pleasure run through his body. He’s losing control, Erik realized with a sense of glee that he could drive his oh-so-put-together mate to such lengths as to lose control of his abilities. Wait “mate”. Did I just think that? Charles winced as thoughts that weren’t his shot through his head consisting of “Don’t you dare stop now” and “It’s only natural to think of an omega our scenting as your mate.”

That made Erik pause for real. Scenting? Was he scenting Charles without realizing it? And he realized yes. He was scenting Charles based on the way his glands were starting to feel sore with how stretched open they were. People always told him he had a nice scent. It was a scent of cut wood and a flowing stream of mineral-filled water, but he never really understood why people liked it. It wasn’t a classic alpha smell of burning sage or sandalwood. But this was his scent combined with creating something distinctly their own yet separate enough to clearly mark Charles as Eriks made his scent even stronger based on the way Charles gasped and then whimpered tilting his head to the side to give Erik more access. So much for trying to be discreet in the halls.

Once satisfied that Charles would be smelling distinctly of Erik for the next week or so he bent down to scoop a practically jello Charles into his arms and gently walked upstairs despite Charles in dignified squawk at being picked up and protests about being carried. However, Erik knew he was enjoying it because the feeling of being loved was being projected into his mind. Erik filed this information into his brain for later. While it was immensely satisfying for Charles to lose control, it also meant there are 2-3 days every month when Charles is extremely vulnerable to an attack (or to attack depending on the situation). Because if there was anything Erik learned during their time with Frost it was that the real reason Charles held back wasn’t to protect his mind but to protect others.

Once at Charles' room, he tossed Charles onto the bed startled from his task of trying to get the buttons of Erik's shirt undone. Apparently, Charles failed to notice that they are metal buttons and Erik was holding them together trying to avoid a potential incident. Charles sat up on the bed staring at Erik as he slowly took his shirt off.

“Am I getting a show now? I think I quite deserve it after that scenting” Charles sitting criss-cross on the bed with his hands in his lap. “Cute” Erik thought he popped the final of his buttons out. He may have used his powers to help him speed up the process. Speaking of which. Erik looked at Charles using his powers to undo his belt and pull his pants by launching them to the other side of the room. Charles gasped and muttered “Show off” in his mind.

Erik laughed and crawled onto the bed tugging Charles's ankled toward him so he could put them around his waist. Erik grabbed Charles’ ass and pulled his hips up to rub against the thick fabric of his jeans. Charles moaned and grabbed at Erik's neck to pull him down to kiss. Erik gladly helped him by pulling Charles up to sit on his lap. Charles' hands came to rest on Erik's chest, admiring the muscle there as his thin thighs startled Erik's hips. In this new position, Erik could feel Charles grinding down on him finding the thick fabric unsatisfactory and sending Erik a force message of “Off. Now”.

Erik couldn't help but laugh at the attempt of control when he could feel the notes of desperation swirling in his mind. Erik moved his hands down Charles' hips to his inner thighs. Erik's mind froze when he felt the wetness there seeping through Charles' boxers. Charles is wet. He is very wet. He knew this happened with omegas, but he didn’t think it would be any more than any beta he had been with. Oh, how wrong he was. He worked his hand into Charles's loose boxers and dipped his fingers experimentally into Charles. Charles froze on top of him, feelings of uncertainty brought into his mind. Erik pulled his hand back and examined his fingers. They were coated in slick. Erik felt a jolt of embarrassment from Charles and he looked up to see Charles staring at his fingers with wide eyes heavily flushed cheeks. “Ummm… So..it’s kind of weird…Omegas…I…” Charles stuttered.

Erik pushed Charles onto his back cadging him in. Erik looked at Charles as we bit his lip as if anticipating some sort of rebuke. Charles was looking behind him, avoiding his gaze. God how did he get to be lucky to be the one to see him like this. “Not weird. Perfection.” Erik whispered as he leaned in to place a soft kiss on Charles's lips. “Absolute. Complete. And utter perfection.” Erik punctuated each word with another kiss.

Erik moved his hand down to Charles's boxers and asked, “May I?”

He laughed “Only if you do too. I’m not going to be the only person caught with their pants down if someone walks in here.

Erik nodded and made light work of his pants, stripping them off with his powers. Charles started for a second as if considering something. Then a small “Nice” whispered into his thoughts. Erik smiled and turned his attention back to Charles. Erik used the metal clasps on Charles's shirt to strip him of the rest of his shirt unceremoniously as he turned his attention to Charles's underwear. Those green and blue boxers.

Erik looked again to Charles, asking permission. He had a feeling this was going to be the last time he was truly in control for the rest of the night. He heard Charles's voice in his head, “Yes. Please.” Well. Time to get to business. Erik pulled down the underwear and was delighted to find Charles sopping wet. He pushed two of his fingers inside. Charles' gaze on him faltered as his head fell back into the bed. He looked… uncomfortable. But I guess that shouldn’t be too surprising. Erik realized that this is the first time he has ever been with an omega. And this is CHARLES! He is woefully under-experienced. How is he supposed to know what to do? What if the way omegas and betas experience pleasure are completely different. What if he’s doing something wrong. Oh dear his fingers are still just sitting inside of Charles, aren’t they?

“Relax my friend.” He heard Charles' voice in his mind. “You aren’t doing anything wrong. If I do not find pleasure in what you are doing. I am perfectly capable of stopping you at any time. Follow your instincts. You know more than you think you do.”

Yeah. Okay. That’s something Erik can do. Follow his instincts. His instincts are telling him now to curl his fingers. And, oh did that get a reaction. Charles arched his back as a wave of pleasure washed over him. Erik kept going, determined to finger fuck Charles to near orgasm. When he felt Charles clenching around him tightly, he stopped. Charles shot him a look either saying, “You better stop what you're doing right now and leave” or more likely “You better stop what you stopped doing and fuck me you bitch.” A little voice of “You better do something” floated through his head. He guessed it was safe to assume it was the former.

Erik opened and closed his fingers a few times, enjoying the sounds that the slick made squishing in Charles. Erik hoped that Charles was out of it to realize what Erik was thinking because he was sure that he would be embarrassed and try to get Erik to stop.

Erik was completely mesmerized by Charles. The way he responded to every little moment Erik made in him. The way he pushed back onto his fingers and his legs kicking like a baby deer trying to close his legs but opening them again when he remembered that if he did, Erik’s hand would stop. His flat stomach moved up and down with every breath. His long fingers clenching the sheets beneath him. Charles was beautiful. And he trusted Erik more than anyone ever had before. The smooth skin of his neck stretched as Charles tilted his head giving Erik unlimited access to his neck. He knew that Erik wouldn’t try to claim him unless Charles wanted him to. And boy does Erik want to ask. Maybe someday. But for right now, he was an Omega in heat writhing in his sheets begging to be knotted. Erik wasn’t about to deny Charles anything he wanted.

Erik moved his hands around Charles's pale thighed. Rubbing his thumb in smooth circles where it sat. Charles shuttered slightly at the motion and looked up at Erik. His pupils were blown wide enough Erik could barely see his irises. Erik wondered if this behavior is normal for Omegas in heat. He couldn’t imagine what Charles would do during a heat alone. Maybe he wasn’t alone. The thought of someone else having seen Charles like this tore his mind from careful fascination to pure desire. He pushes Charles' knees over his shoulders and quickly lines himself up with Charles.

It was strange, the moment he pushed in, it also felt like he was Charles. As if he had simply pushed into himself. But then the tight heat around his cock pulled him from those throughs and back into his body. Charles scrambled for purchase on his shoulders and managed to push him deeper as he angled his hips. Erik moaned at the feeling. He really needed to get a move on. With the sounds Charles was making combined with the wet heat and the visual of Charles's mouth in a tight circle, he wasn’t going to last long. Erik pulled out and quickly buried again and again and again until all he could hear was the tight slaps of wet skin and Charles's ragged whines and moans. He could feel Charles' pleasure rushing through his mind like a flock of birds hunting for fries. It was strange and amazing, feeling both their pleasure. He could tell Charles was completely out of it, the heat has fully taken hold. He felt himself start to tighten and slammed faster making Charles bare his neck, almost as if asking him to bite.

He could feel himself about to climax so he rubbed Charles clit with his thumb. That sure brought him to climax pretty easily. Charles shuttered and Erik felt him clench tighter around him. And this is the point where everything went wrong.

Erik knew that knotting an Omega in heat was basically the same as biting them. It left a permanent impression. While no one could see that impression, it meant that the Omega would feel abandoned if they went into a heat without an alpha. However, Erik also knew that Alpha don’t have knots unless they are in rut. What he didn’t know was that not only could a omega in heat stimulate a rut, which he knew hadn’t happened, but it could also bring an alpha to knot when they are not in a rut. So when Erik came and buried himself deeply in the omega, he didn’t expect to feel the base of his cock swell sealing himself in the omega.

His eyes shot open but he realized it too late. He was stuck. It wouldn’t go down for an hour or so. He looked down at Charles to see his reaction. Charles had passed out after coming. Erik felt a tinge of self-satisfaction knowing that he did that. He made Charles pass out from pleasure. But then the guilt hit. Oh god. How could I have done that? I’m not in rut! I knotted Charles. I knotted Charles. I bonded with him. In heat. Without his permission.
It was one of those things that you just don't do. Ever. A huge douchebag move.

It wasn’t technically illegal. But there were lots of things that were technically legal but were still absolutely awful. Charles was going to hate him. He was going to wake up. Realize what happened and kill Erik. No. Charles would never kill him. He would leave him. Forever. Erik was definitely panicking now.

Erik had no idea how much time had passed, but eventually, he felt Charles stir below him. He watched as Charles' eyes slowly fluttered open. Those big blue eyes focused on his own. He wanted to look away but he couldn’t. Charles' mouth twitched as he got ready to say something. Eric was bracing himself for the scolding.
“Hi,” Charles whispered in the smallest voice imaginable. Erik Studies his face. It was completely at ease and it seemed as if that little power nap whipped the rest of his heat straight off his face. Maybe he didn’t notice yet? How could he not have noticed? Erik was still in him. All big and stuck and very obvious.

“Hi,” Erik whispered back looking into Charles' eyes. They were like an ocean. A beautiful sparkling ocean reaching deep into his soul. Crashing over the walls of his mind and flowing over his thoughts like the tide.

“It’s okay, you know,” Charles whispered, tilting his head, and looking into his soul.

“What,” Erik thought. “What is he talking about and why does he look so pretty?”

“I know you didn’t mean to. I’ll be fine. It’s not bad really. I’m just surprised you have never been with an omega before.” Charles laughed lightly pushing a bit at his chest. Erik realized he was very much still cadgin him in, but he couldn't exactly move without hurting him.

“This is fine. I like seeing you like this.” Charles responded.

Wait? Is he reading my mind on purpose?

“No. Not exactly. You are just very loud right now my friend and I’m afraid bonding in this way makes it a bit harder to shield you from my mutation.” Charles responded calmly. Why is he so calm? Does he not realize the gravity of the situation?

“No, I do,” Charles responded. This time the response wasn’t out loud but in his head. “But I think you think this bond is much more intense than it truly is.”

Erik thought, “So you're not going to have worse heats if you don’t spend it with an alpha?”

Charles winced a bit, “Not necessarily. It will be longer and perhaps a bit more intense, but not terrible. Just a bit more, that's all.”

“So I did make this worse for you” Erik blurted out. He groaned, but with nowhere to go he just tilted his head down in shame.

“Erik. It’s fine.” He said much more sternly this time. “I don’t care. I liked having this night with you more than I care about that. It’s not your fault. I should have made it clear in the first place. I actually should have noticed the fact that my heat was coming way before it got to the point that it did. I’m.”

“Don’t you dare say sorry. This is not your fault at all. As soon as I figured out you were an omega, I should have looked up more about them. I have been meaning to do it for ages and just never really had the right incentive.” Charles tried to say something but Erik shifted all his weight to one arm and shushed Charles with his finger. “I never should have slept with you.”
Charles stopped struggling and projected “Do you regret it?”. His thoughts sounded forlong and muted as if he was trying to hide.

“I regret what I did to you. I don’t regret sleeping with you. I just wished we could have had better communication about it in the first place.” Erik replied, only realizing now that his previous statement may have come off wrong.

A sense of relief washed over Erik, but it certainly wasn’t his own. He stalled. Was Charles worried he would be angry with him? God if Erik didn’t already feel bad, he certainly does now. He needs to fix this. He needs to make it up to Charles (and prove he's a good mate).
“So…” Erik began, “What can I do to fix this?”

Charles tilted his head and looked down at some invisible thought. “Actually, I think you already did. My heat is gone now that you have knotted me and any lingering feeling should be sated by the scenting.”

So, what Charles is essentially saying, is that one knot and he’s spared two to three days of horny hell. Why the hell doesn’t he do this every time.

“Not every alpha is going to be as happy to just fuck me, Erik” Charles deadpanned.
Erik winced. Right. Mental link. Still active. He can hear everything I'm thinking.
“Well, not every alpha might be,” Erik started carefully, “But I am. What If I took care of your heats from now on.”

Charles looked at him like there was incorrect math written on his face. “While you are here, that would be nice.”

Erik didn’t know if Charles heard his thought of “I’ll always be here” because at the same moment his knot started to deflate and he slowly pulled out of Charles.

“Thank you, Erik,” Charles sighed as he curled up in the blankets, looking determined to sleep off any remaining exhaustion from their previous activities.

“Please don’t say thank you,” Erik complained, also curling up in the blankets, not quite cuddling, but essentially providing all the same comfort. “It makes it sound like we didn’t have sex and I just bought you and sandwich or something.”

Charles laughed and pulled him closer. “You just might. I am quite peckish.”