Fic: But Professor
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munnin
Title: But Professor--.
Pairing: Charles Xavier/Scott Summers.
Rating: Hard R. Serious non-con and dark view of Professor X. Consider yourself warned.
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summery: inspired by this image passed around by Bittenfeld and the all the smutty BDSM comments that followed.
“But Professor--” Scott protested as Xavier pulled the knot tight.
“Do you trust me Scott?” The Professor asked, his voice soft but commanding.
“I...yes. I trust you Professor.”
“Good.” Xavier rested his hand on the back of Scott’s head, pressing insistently so Scott had to bend his neck.
“Professor?” A blush spread over his skin as Xavier’s other hand brushed over his shoulder and down his back.
“You trust me.” It was a command, sinking deeper that Scott’s ears, directly into his mind. “Now do as I say. Fold your arms in front of you, rest your forehead on them. Do it.”
The pressure of Xavier’s hand in his hair never relented as Scott moved carefully, crossing his arms over the rumble and dropping his head. There was something unbearably vulnerable about this position – blindfolded and blind, his naked back exposed, goosebumps racing over his skin like a blush, Xavier’s hand tight on his scalp.
“You need control Scott.” The Professor’s voice was low and dark and had an edge of hunger to it. “Control you must learn to maintain, regardless of the situation.”
Scott fought back a whimper as Xavier’s fingers tightened in his hair but it was nothing to the cry that spilt from his lips as the Professor’s hand landed hard and open against his ass.
“Pro...Professor?” Scott gasped, his skin burning with the impact even through the tattered remains of his suit. “What...?”
Xavier’s grip on his hair tightened. “You will maintain control Scott. You will keep your eyes closed.”
The next blow landed low on his buttocks, scoring a burning handprint into the crease of his thigh. Another struck the small of his back making him jerk and whimper. “Professor... please... don’t...” The words came in starts, each one wrenched out of him by a blow to his burning skin.
“You will learn control Scott.” Xavier growled, pressing Scott’s face hard against his folded arms. “And I will continue as long as you need to learn.”
Scott gave up all pretence of fighting, his eyes leaking tears beneath the blindfold as blow after blow rained down on his ass, each one driving him a little further from sanity. Only when he was limp and motionless, his body red and abused did the punishment stop.
“The first lesson of control,” Xavier said mildly, as if lecturing in a classroom, “is that if you cannot maintain it alone then you must learn to give it over to another. Only then can you be sure of your own strength.” He ran his free hand over the reddened planes of Scott’s back, pushing down the torn remains of Scott’s pants. “As you will learn the give over your control to me.”
Scott whimpered as Xavier’s gently touch soothed the prickle of his abused flesh, caressing the curves of his backside.
For a moment Xavier’s breath ghosted over his ear, close and hot. “Are you ready to give yourself over to me Scott?”
Scott panted, feeling the rustle of cloth was the Professor moved behind him, but said nothing. His throat was too tight with pain and confusion.
Xavier’s fingers moved over his skin, riding the cleft of his ass. “Tell me you are ready.” The word echoed in Scott’s mind, bypassing his ears. “Relinquish your control to me.”
Scott bit down on his lip, forcing back a cry as Xavier’s strong fingers pushed against his hole, at once teasing and demanding.
“Give yourself over to me and I will give you what you want.”
Unable to fight it any longer, Scott nodded the barest incline on his head under the Professor’s hand and two long fingers forced themselves into him, breaching and burning in harmony with his batted skin. His whole body was turned into a livewire, electrified from head to toe and crying shamelessly as the Professor plundered his body.
The grip on his head shifted, pressing down harder as Xavier mounted him, the blunt head of the Professor’s cock stretching and pushing him, reshaping him till he felt sure he would never be the same again.
“Good. Good Scott.” The Professor crooned, rocking into him with short, tight thrusts that scrapped Scott’s naked chest against the rubble. “Give yourself over to me. Your control is mine.”
Overwhelmed, body and mind, Scott moaned into each thrust, beyond any ability or desire to resist. Xavier’s hands joined in his hair, pulling tight and forcing Scott to arch back as the Professor rode him to completion.
Scott fought for breath, whimpering as the Professor withdrew, the trickle of semen hot and wrong down his thigh. Xavier slid a hand beneath the younger man, running his fingers through the proof of a release Scott had been too overcome to feel.
“You are mine now.” The Professor whispered, smearing his sticky fingers over Scott’s lips before forcing them into his mouth. “The control you have will always belong to me.”
Scott choked around Xavier’s fingers, tasting himself and bitter shame as he licked them clean.
“Say it.” Xavier commanded, fucking Scott’s swollen lips with his fingers.
“I’m yours.” Scott whimpered around the Professor’s hand.
“Again.”
“I’m yours.”
“Good.” Xavier sat up careful, pulling Scott into his arms and hugging the youth close, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “Next time you must master your own control so I don’t need to take it from you.”
Lost and confused, Scott curled up in Xavier’s embrace and wept.
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Date: 2009-12-19 01:52 pm (UTC)funny, although I often prefer older men in my slash pairing (original Battlestar Galactica - Adama/Tigh; Star Trek - the middle-aged Kirk/Spock of the 2nd & 3rd movieverse; Jonny Quest - Dr. Quest/Race Bannon, etc.), I have never considered using Prof Xavier. Hmmm, maybe I should have...
Often he just comes off too nice and mild-mannered - but the more I get into the comics, the more I'm discovering there's quite a bit of darkness there too, and a leaning toward controlling domination.
"Again"... ggnnhh... I think that's where I lost it!
Oh, in case anyone wants to check out the comic that the picture is from, it's Classic X-Men, issue 1, Sept 1986.
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Date: 2009-12-19 02:11 pm (UTC)Thanks Bitt. I haven’t hardcore in a while now but that picture and the conversations bouncing around caused one of those ‘Brain fucked by the muse’ moments.
Thanks bade – for the inspiration, the comment and the citation.
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Date: 2009-12-19 02:15 pm (UTC)and thank you, Munnin dear, for being my inspiration time and time again!
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Date: 2009-12-19 05:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-19 09:54 pm (UTC)Thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2009-12-20 05:33 pm (UTC)I like this kind of teamwork - we should do this much more often! An inspiration is an inspiration is an inspiration...
And the image of Scott´s exposed back - I´d love to have it in front of me. Right. Now. :P
Thank you for posting! Who throws in the next prompt? :D
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Date: 2009-12-21 06:03 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-26 07:51 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2009-12-28 01:15 pm (UTC)Tehehe. So glad you liked it!