never clamming down

eastaustraliancurrent  asked:

Cherik for either prompt 9 or 11 please!

11.

Charles was in his study, grading papers when he got the call. “He’s at it again, Prof.” Charles sighed, resigning himself to the loss of his evening plans. 

“I’ll be there in twenty, thank you.”

As Charles wheeled into the bar, he was greeted by raucous cheers from the regulars. Erik was standing on On the center of the bar surrounded by floating knives, forks and other assorted metal objects. He was holding a man up by his collar and yelling at him in german.

The bartender spotted Charles and smiled gratefully. He looked a little manic and desperate and Charles was hit with a vivid flashback to his younger self shortly after meeting Erik. He tended to have that effect on people. “Thank fuck you’re here, that daft bastard’s gonna kill us all.” “Good evening to you as well Stephen, I’ll take an ale.” “Too right, you’ll need it to deal with this shite. Tell em he can kill the fucker for all I care but I’m closing his tab.” “Fair enough.”

He wheeled closer to Erik, pushing drunk people out of his path with a subtle mental nudge.

Erik appeared to have acquired a rapier and was now threatening the poor man who couldn’t understand a word he was saying. Charles  yelled to get his attention but couldn’t be heard over the customers.

He knew better than to try and get in Erik’s head when he was like this - alcohol made his mind a very hostile place - and settled for getting in the mind of the person closest to him. The man he was about to stab.

“Darling-” said the man now under his control. “ if you could put down the sword for a moment, I’d like to speak with you. Preferably before you kill someone.”

Erik squinted in confusion to hear his lover’s voice coming out of the man and turned around. His whole face lit up. “Schatz!!” He waved at Charles with the rapier.

Charles smiled indulgently. “Hello dear.”

No matter how many times Erik smiled at him, it never failed to fill Charles with wonder and delight. To be trusted, to be loved by such a man was truly an honor.

“EVERYBODY LOOK AT MY MAN, HE CAME HERE JUST TO SEE ME SO NONE OF YOU FUCKERS BETTER GET ANY IDEAS THAT ASS IS MINE!”

It was an honor most of the time.