~Stable Instability~

Raw AU

(This is a Brandon X Bruce, Shame X Filth crossover)

The air in the bar was stale and thick with smoke. Brandon sat nursing his scotch staring intensely at the reflection of a stranger in the mirror across from him. The man was rough and abrasive as far as Brandon could tell. He was pretty sure he was right when after 45 minutes  the man rose and headed directly for Brandon at the bar.

“What the fuck are you looking at?” Bruce demanded.

“You” Brandon replied without hesitation.

Bruce was intrigued by this complex man whose face gave nothing away. “And what is it that you want with me?” Bruce asked lighting a cigarette.

Brandon leaned in closer “I want to taste you.” His eyes penetrating, unwilling to break contact.

Bruce took a long drag. This man was incredible, Bruce loved his directness. Bruce looked over his should for a moment then relaxed his body leaning onto the bar. “How exactly would you do that?” he asked with a seductive tone.

“I could go down on you.” Brandon suggested with a slight smile.

“No” Bruce said shaking his head. “No I think you’re going to do more than that. I think that you’re going to stick your tongue so far inside me you wont know where I end and you begin. I think that after you’ve been a good little slave, I may or may not let you come that really depends on your performance.”

Brandon could not take his eyes off of Bruce. His words his detailed description of his plan sexual inhalation… Brandon was practically cumming in his pants.

“Does that work for you?” Bruce asked walking away.

Brandon grinned widely taking a final drink of his scotch rising and following this stranger outside. 

Fiction By: Bitten892

A little Erik and a tiny Charles.

They’re sitting on the couch, ostensibly watching a documentary on manatees that’s playing on public TV, but ten minutes ago Erik also pulled out the chess board at Charles’ suggestion, and since then he, at least, has been focusing much more on the game. Or rather, he’s been trying to. He’s always found Charles distracting, but he becomes even more so when he’s really concentrating on something, like data from his latest foray into the lab or peer reviewing a paper for publication.

Or, playing chess at Erik’s house at 11pm on a Saturday night, his hair vaguely rumpled from where he’s been carding his fingers through it, and his limbs a little bit looser from the two beers they’ve both consumed.

For those of you who haven’t seen the picture of McAvoy’s shaved head, I’ve linked the story below. Notice how Singer calls it Xavier reborn (in progress.)

He’s losing his inhibitions.

There’s our sneak peek at what will be the telepathic half of the first same sex hero couple on the big screen.

:)

http://time.com/3852855/james-mcavoy-bald-x-men-apocalypse/