Lucidity

A/N: This is my first Cherik fic. I've been wanting to write one for... literally years. So, here goes. Slash, don't like. Don't read. :)

Chapter Eight

"Weź mnie, Erik." * It was barely above a whisper, but those lust soaked syllables dropped a weight in my chest.

"Ochoczo." ** I remarked. My voice hoarse, and almost consumed by a husky rumble.

A flash of obsidian swirled in those oceanic eyes, and a breathy moan was all I got in response. I countered him by gathering his nude limbs within my arms, and tossing him in a tousled mess on the still neatly made linens gracing the bed closest to the bathroom.

I wasted no time. Months of mental foreplay came down to this moment. His still glistening body beneath me, and I almost didn't know where to start.

Smirking, I studied him.

Legs spread, wanting- hair disheveled, waiting to be tugged in dominance.

Bending his nimble legs back to rest against his slender, muscled shoulders, I lined the head of my pulsating cock against his already prepped entrance- nudging, waiting-

"Erik.." Tumbled out of his wanton lips in a desperate plea. His hips wiggling back against me, a moan reverberating out from my chest.

"Błagać."*** It was harsh, my eyes narrowed.

This man, this absolutely stunning, clever, naughty man wasn't going to get off scott-free.

Oh no, he was going to have to beg for it.

A swift hand made rough contact with his flawless backside- the gasp that followed was music to my ears.

"Please, Erik. I need you."

"Really, Charles? Tell me more about this /need/" I was grasping tightly as his shoulders now, pressing him firmly to the plush mattress.

"S'il-te-plait je t'en prie..."**** His impeccable french accent curled more desire around my already quivering loins.

My resolve was crumbling, and as much as I wanted to watch him writhe and beg for my cock, I couldn't hold back any longer. I rocked against his backside, nudging in further with harsh determination at every movement. I could feel him weeping beneath me.

"Lehnsherr, fuck me. Now." He reached up, breaking past the confines and gripped my short brunette locks. His eyes lidded, pupils still blown wide, lips parted and almost a bloody crimson.

"As you wish." And with that, I thrusted full hilt into the fevered man beneath me. I was completely enveloped in his velvet heat, I could hardly contain myself.

Resisting the urge to pound into him, mercilessly- I waiting until he was comfortable.

A tilt in his hips, and I knew the intellectual was ready.

Shouts of french curses, and roaring explicit moans abandoned the lithe professor as my hips thrusted wildly. Charles writhed, ripping the silk linens with every mount and pound. The headboard crashing crudely against the far wall, flecks of drywall splitting in every possible direction until with one fierce thrust, the headboard went clear through the wall- a massive chunk of debris nearly missing the laying mans' distracted hairline.

Forcefully, I picked him up in avoidance of the damage done to the far wall, throwing him against the dense cherry nightstand that stood between the two beds.

My fingers shook with familiarity as a pool of sweat had gathered against the small of Charles' back. Seizing my lip in my teeth I plunged within him again, the arch in his back was delicious- I lent down to trail chaste kisses up his flexing spine.

'How long did I have to wait, to finally feel you inside me..' It was a projection, the seductive tone lapping at my mind like the timid licks of fire on brick.

'Too long. We should have remedied this sooner.' I thought in return, my mouth too busy alternating between swearing in my native tongue and a mantra of my conquest' name.

"I'm close-" His words were hurried, as he pushed back against me. I pulled out, much to his dismay as a squeal of protest left him. He glared over his shoulder, I scooped him up- claiming him again with my entire body up against the open window- over looking the dimly lit city-scape.

I felt him hiss as his sweltering cock came in contact with the cool glass. A firm slap to his subtle ass, and he was lifted enough in position to receive the full length of my cock. His legs completely off the ground, wrapping back and around my powerful hips. Trimmed fingers clawing mindlessly at the smooth, translucent surface.

There was enough light spilling in from the bathroom to illuminate our intimate silhouettes if anyone were to look up.

I wanted them too. I wanted everyone to know that this man was mine.

He bucked back against me frantically, my head brushing against the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside him.

My main focus, the moment I entered him.

Prying him off the now steaming glass, I slammed him against a dresser, holding nothing but his legs steady- urging him to open enough for me to seek out that little spot that created such a beautiful melody of sound to drip from his ever increasingly sinful mouth.

"Come for me, Charles." With that I wrapped my hand around, capturing his much neglected cock with a tight squeeze.

There was a shift. The man beneath me kicked off from my hip, launching my back onto the bed furthest from the bathroom. I was shocked at the lack of contact, and brute force displayed from the younger, and admittedly smaller man. He turned around, coyly- a smirk smeared across his perfectly chiseled features.

"What did you just say to me, Erik." He crept towards me, like a lion hunting its prey. My sheen eyes widened in confusion. I didn't recall saying anything that should warrant upset. Clearing my throat harshly, I sat up- my proud cock pressed flat against my hard stomach.

"I asked you to come for me."

A harsh bark of laughter bellowed out the usually peaceful man, catching me even further off guard.

"No, you demanded. I'm not your whore, Erik." As the controlled tone hit my ears, the man expressing them climbed up my body- making sure to make as much skin on skin contact as possible. I suppressed a moan. I needed to listen, something about this authoritative Charles was alluring and alarming.

A curl of hot breath against my ear and he whispered, so low I almost didn't catch it. The mouthing of his lips imprinted against the shell, "I'm not Raven, and you will not win me over with the way you used her." As he spoke, his fingers wrapped gracefully against the base of my member, thumb resting a heavy pressure against the bottom.

"Would /you/ like to play?" A nip and I could feel a warmth dripping off the thin lobe of my ear. I was bleeding, the mere scent of copper wafted my keen senses.

He pumped, slowly.

Painfully.

Meticulously.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mea-" He cut me off with a ghosting kiss.

"Tiens ta langue."*(5) I melted at his cold use of french, and watched as he stroked me with an expert flick of his slender wrists. He pushed me down, climbing further up my body only to position himself right at the swell of my cock. The thin body above me backed up onto my member, gaining a steady speed with every bounce in the springs.

We had both been so close before, it wasn't hard to build back up the momentum. I felt the coil in my loins, a spreading heat moving out towards the thighs Charles was flexing up against.

Grunts and moans escaped him, growing in volume the harder and faster he fucked himself on my cock. Was it sweat, or water from his hair the splayed out at every jerk?

My vision was clouding, my hips bucked up to meet his rhythmic dance.

His fingers laced with mine. He brought them up to rest on the bobbing adams apple of his throat- the pressure intense. "Come for me, Erik. I want you to fill me up."

A simple thrust, and squeeze of his throat and I released into him- my everything. A harsh blinding light robbed me of my sight and my breath. I greedily gulped for air, focused on the strangled scream that rung out from the man who for the second time that evening decorated my chest with another round of spunk.

"HOLY SHIT!" I awoke with a start, drenched in sweat. The front of my grey trousers soaked through with my own release. The room was dark, save for the twinkles from the near city. As my eyes adjusted to the scarce lighting, I saw a lump of blanketed professor in the bed closest to the window, his body raising and falling with even, shallow breathing.

Jumping to my feet, I tossed the mostly empty glass still white knuckled in my fist to the corner trashcan, missing completely- a spill of glass and booze shattering against the god awful psychedelic wallpaper.

"Fuck you, Charles." I snapped, making a b-line for the shower.

*'Take me, Erik' -Polish

**'Gladly.'-Polish

*** 'Beg. -Polish

****'Please, I beg you.' -French

*(5) 'Hold your tongue' -French