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Sometimes Charles thought that he’s a bull. He saw red flags, he charged head first into it.
He was about to get inside the ship when he felt the presence of someone else out there.
This person Erik, like an angry ball of fire, determined only to destroy the whole yacht and the people in it, even if it meant sacrificing his own life to do so.
He looked further into his mind and Charles swore he saw a bunch of red alert signals at the edge of his vision.
Torture in war camp, shape to become a monster? Check.
On a life quest to revenge that said torturer? Check.
Murder people in cold blood to get what he wanted while looking hot as fuck? Check, another red.
Detest human and think mutants superior? Red, full red.
All he felt was red and the excitement seeping through his vein. Bad boys need fixing and Charles could help with that.
Erik here looked like bad news than any reports combined and Charles gotta have him. So without a second thought, he dived right into the cold ocean to meet this exotic stranger.
Back on the ship, Charles wrapped a towel around Erik’s shoulders and lingered there for a moment. It must have gotten the message across because Erik fixed his gazed at him. And when Erik scanned his wet clothes-body, Charles didn’t need to mind read to know what he wanted.
But then they broke eye contact when Moira came in.
Later that night at CIA base, Charles sat on the bed and waited for someone to come.
Knock
Knock
He looked up and smirked.