Title: Seven Devils.
Fandom: X-Men: First Class.
Pairings: Pre-slash, one sided Cherik.
Warnings: None.
Summary: Set the morning before Charles, Erik, Raven, Moria arrive at the special CIA base for mutants.

"Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in my house
See they were there when I woke up this morning
And I'll be dead before the day is done

Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in your house
See I was dead when I woke up this morning
And I'll be dead before the day is done"

Florence + The Machine- Seven Devils.

Charles knew when he woke up that morning that he was done for. The events that took place in Florida last night kept playing over and over in his mind, and it was all thanks to one Erik Lehnsherr. This one man would be the death of him, was going to change his life in so many ways and Charles found himself not caring. Erik was simply a mystery, he knew that from the moment he felt his power back on the boat. It was like a punch to the gut, he couldn't believe all that power was coming from a single person. Charles was drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

He found himself following that power, all that anger, right off the side of the boat and into the ocean. Forgetting everything that was happening all around him: the CIA, his sister back up on deck, Shaw and his gang escaping. He focused everything on this one man-Erik Lehnsherr- who was using all of this power to stop Shaw's submarine from getting away, not caring if he drowned in the process.

Oh and Charles wouldn't have any of that, no. He needed to save this man. He dived into the man's mind, spoke calming words (Please Erik, you'll drown, you have to let go) and pulled him back up to the surface. Gasps for breath dissolved into questions and answers thrown back and forth -a tennis match between two champion players- before the boat came and pulled them out of the water.

Erik was just like him: a mutant, a man struggling with this own powers. He was strong, so strong and Charles saw that. Charles saw Erik's life flash before his eyes back in the water. His life was hell but he survived everything that was thrown at him. His parents death, the torture and experiments that Shaw and the Nazis put him through, every Nazi he killed in revenge.

But Erik was not a god- no matter how much he looked like one- and that was shown in the scars that were painted across his body. Each one with a different story behind it, but they all ended with the same result, he lived. They were beautiful, Charles found himself wanting to run his fingers across them, to kiss them, to memorize where each scar was, wanted Erik to tell him how he got every one of them.

Charles was utterly drawn to Erik. He would do whatever it took to have him, touch and caress every inch of him- mind and body. He would do whatever he could so that his man felt the same way about him. Nothing could change his mind about this. Charles would give himself to Erik, to do whatever he pleased, he didn't care. He only hoped to whatever God was out there that Erik would give himself back to him.

Charles knew when he woke up this morning that his life was over. In just one night Erik had changed his life. Everything began and everything ended with Erik. He set Charles on fire and nothing could stoke that fire out. And Charles loved it. He never wanted that feeling to end. This feeling was new, something exciting. Erik was a new drug and Charles was addicted from the moment his mind touched Erik's. And Charles was going to have him before the day was done.