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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      X-Men_(Alternate_Timeline_Movies)
  Relationship:
      Erik_Lehnsherr/Charles_Xavier
  Character:
      Erik_Lehnsherr, Charles_Xavier, Kurt_Marko, Sharon_Xavier, Xavier_Staff,
      Raven
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Modern:_No_Powers, Implied/Referenced_Child_Abuse,
      Age_Difference, Enthusiastic_Consent, Consensual_Sex, Flirting, Charles
      Xavier_has_a_Ph.D_in_Adorable
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-12-30 Updated: 2016-03-28 Chapters: 5/6 Words: 9500
****** lumière de ma vie ******
by humanveil
Summary
     Erik Lehnsherr, a leading scientist in Germany's chemical industry,
     has been asked to visit Xavier Industries, which is currently being
     run by Kurt Marko. With great pressure on Kurt to ensure an
     international business arrangement between the two companies, he
     volunteers to play host to Lehnsherr, doing everything he can to gain
     the man's favour. Erik, aware of the fake nature of Kurt's kindness,
     accepts the offer just to spite him.
     He hadn't expected the minx of a stepson living across the hall.
Notes
     Hello!! I realise that this sort of AU isn’t necessarily everyone’s
     cup of tea, so please take note of the tags, specifically the
     underage one. This fic is very loosely based from the book Lolita,
     (as in, it inspired it and provided me with the title/chapter
     titles).
     Let it be said that my intentions with this fic is NOT to condone/
     promote this type of relationship.
     Anyway, I hope you enjoy!
***** changeons de vie *****
“We'll be having a guest for the summer,” Kurt announced over dinner. It wasn't
a question.
Charles watched as Sharon hummed, a disinterested sound, and continued eating
her food in small, measured bites. It was a tradition, of sorts, that everyone
ate dinner together on the first night of the summer. Raven was excluded, of
course, because she was only six, and didn't have the suitable 'table manners'.
Charles thought it was idiotic. The dinners were always tense and
uncomfortable, the conversation sparse and forced, and his mother usually left
ten minutes in to have another drink.
But they continued to do it, despite the fact that no one wanted to be there.
It was tradition, and God forbid they ever broke tradition.
“Who?” Charles asked.
“A potential business partner,” Kurt replied sharply. “He's visiting from
Germany.”
“What's his field?”
“None of your business,” was the rude reply.
By the age of sixteen, Charles knew when to shut up.
                                      ---
Charles was called into Kurt's study by one of the maids later that evening. He
stood in front of his stepfather's desk, aware that he hadn't been asked to
sit, and stayed silent. He didn't particularly want to get beaten on the first
day of summer.
“As you're aware,” Kurt began, “There will be a very important guest staying
over the summer.”
“Yes, sir.”
“You and that bratty sister of yours will not, under any circumstance, ruin
this for me,” he continued, and Charles understood why he'd been called down.
“This is of the utmost importance to the business, Charles. You will treat Dr
Lehnsherr in a polite and respectful manner, do you understand me?”
“Yes, sir,” Charles nodded as he resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
“You don't even want to know what will happen to you if you jeopardise this
opportunity.”
Charming, as always, Charles thought, repressing a sigh as he left the room.
                                      ---
Charles balanced Raven on his hip as he peeked through the cracked door. He
could see Kurt greeting someone, presumably the guest if the fake smiles and
over exaggerated hand movements were anything to go by.
“I think our new guest is here,” he mumbled to Raven, who nodded very seriously
in response.
“Can we see?” she asked hopefully, looking down at him.
Charles shook his head and moved closer the door, “Not yet.”
“Why?”
“Because, little sister, our dear, darling stepfather will kill me.”
Raven pouted, but rested her head against Charles' shoulder and stayed quiet.
As the two moved further into the house, Charles could hear more of what was
happening. The forceful cheeriness of Kurt's voice was accompanied by a heavily
accented one. The new voice, Charles thought, sounded awfully sexy.
He placed Raven on the ground – she was really getting too big for him to
carry, anyway – and tried to get a better view. He could only just see the back
of a tall man standing next to his stepfather, the body was lean and masculine,
the lines of the suit sharp and defined, his stance confident, yet distant. The
man's auburn hair looked to be glowing from the way the light was hitting it,
and Charles was surprised to see the tan darkening the man's skin. He looked to
be young – younger than Kurt and most of his male 'business partners', at
least.
Charles couldn't wait to see his face.
                                      ---
It was around lunch time when one of the maids – Alexandra, Charles' personal
favourite – came to his room.
“Mr Marko says he'd like you and your sister to come down and meet the new
guest,” she said, smiling at Charles. “And if I were you, honey, I'd dress up a
little.”
“And why's that?” Charles replied, already opening the door to his closet.
“Because, he don't look like no scientist,” she turned her head to look around
her, making sure so one was listening. “He looks like he's just come off a
runway,” she whispered.
Charles laughed, pulling out a pale blue button down, “I'll keep that in mind.”
                                      ---
With Raven's hand in his, Charles knocked on the door of the sitting room he'd
been directed to. He had changed from his pyjama-ish clothes to a nice pale
blue button down with form fitting, black pants. He most definitely did not do
so because they made his arse look good – the bits of information from
Alexandra had, in no way, made him think that perhaps the house guest would be
a bit more interesting than originally thought. He'd put Raven in one of her
nicer dresses, too, much to her dismay.
“Come in,” Kurt called out, the fake cheeriness still laced through his voice.
Putting on a bright smile, Charles pushed the door open and walked it.
His eyes were immediately drawn to the turned body of the man sitting across
from his stepfather. He took in the features of the man's face – the defined
lines, the soft-looking skin, the beautiful green-y grey eyes that were locked
on his. The man - their guest - Charles noticed, was doing the same to him, a
slight smirk overtaking his mouth.
Charles swallowed and moved closer, his hand tightening on Raven's. Alexandra
has been right – this man looked like he belonged in some prestigious modelling
magazine.
“This is Doctor Erik Lehnsherr, he'll be staying with us for the foreseeable
future,” Kurt said, watching as Lehnsherr stood. “Erik, this is my stepson,
Charles Xavier, and my stepdaughter, Raven.”
Charles smiled even brighter as he offered a hand, “It's a pleasure to meet
you, Dr. Lehnsherr.”
“Erik, if you don't mind,” Dr. Lehnsherr grinned back, a slightly predatory
smile that showed far too many teeth and reminded Charles of a shark, and took
his hand firmly. “And please, Mr Xavier, the pleasure is all mine,” Erik
finished, his hand dropping to his side after a moment too long.
***** voulez-vous venir avec moi *****
Charles had accompanied Kurt and Dr. Lehnsherr on the house tour, with Raven
being granted the chance to go and play. They'd made it across the first and
second floors and were just starting on the third – Kurt dominating the
conversation once again, (Charles did get a nice view of Lehnsherr's arse,
though, so he wasn't complaining) – when Kurt was called away for a phone call.
He also noticed the way the older man was looking at his stepfather, as if most
of what Kurt was saying was idiotic and unnecessary.
Charles liked him more and more as time went by, if he was perfectly honest.
“I apologise, Dr. Lehnsherr,” Kurt remarked, and Charles had to admit the face
he pulled could have easily passed as apologetic. “But I must take this call.
Charles can finish showing you around, if you’d like, or we can continue
afterwards if you find him incompetent.”
“I’m sure Charles and I will manage just fine without you,” Erik replied, and
Charles thought he could hear a hint of sarcasm in his voice.
He definitely liked the man.
“Very well,” Kurt said, nodding and sending Charles a pointed look. “Finish the
tour. Erik will be sleeping in the room across from yours, as it is one of the
larger spare rooms. I trust you'll be able to provide him with what he needs.”
“Yes, sir,” Charles replied.
His stepfather left with a curt nod in Erik's direction, leaving the two of
them alone. Charles turned so he was standing directly in front of the older
man, the slight smile turning into a beam.
“There isn't much on this floor,” he announced. “Just a bathroom, my room, the
room you'll be sleeping in, and a few empty rooms. You'll have an ensuite,
though, so I doubt the bathroom is entirely necessary.”
“This house seems to have many unused rooms,” Erik commented, following Charles
down the hall when the boy started to walk.
Charles hummed in agreement, “The epitome of unrequited wealth, I'm afraid.
There's a mini library on the level, though.”
“Oh?”
“Well, I say mini library,” Charles said, stopping in front of a door. “It's
really just a room filled to the brim with my father's books on biophysics and
genetics, but I'm rather fond of it.”
“Is your father…”
“Dead,” Charles said quickly. “An explosion in the lab.”
“I’m sorry,” Erik offered in a gentle tone.
Charles shrugged, “It’s been six years, you learn to cope.”
Erik smiled down at him, the man was really rather tall, and said, “So, a
biologist in the making, are we?”
“Geneticist is the dream,” Charles said, “And you?”
“Chemist, although I’m trained in other things,” Erik replied, smirking. “Did
you not get that from your stepfather's rambling?”
A faint blush coloured Charles' cheeks, “I– uh, well, sometimes, when he's
talking, I zone out a little bit.”
“Understandable, considering the monotone of his voice,” Erik paused, “And the
fact that half of what he says is rubbish.”
Charles couldn't help the chuckle – yes, chuckle, it was most definitely not a
giggle – that left his mouth. “I'm glad someone else agrees with me,” he
stated, looking up at Erik through his eyelashes. “But don't let him know I
said that.”
“Of course not,” Erik murmured, steeping closer towards Charles. “Where, may I
ask, will I be sleeping?”
“Oh!” Charles exclaimed, standing up straighter and pointing to the door on
their right. “Your room is on the right, and mine the left. I'd say your things
have already been brought up by one of the staff members.”
“And quite a lot of those you have,” Dr. Lehnsherr murmured, earning a sheepish
smile from Charles.
“Yes, well, there’s not much I can say to that,” he cleared his throat and
nodded towards Erik’s door. “There's everything you might need, a desk, bed,
personal bathroom, shelves and various wardrobes. If there's anything else you
require, just ask and I'm sure someone can get it.”
Dr. Lehnsherr put his hand on the doorknob, his body turned so he could look at
Charles, “Do you want to come with me?”
A dark flush covered Charles’ face at the implication, despite the fact that he
knewErik didn’t mean it in thatway. “Uh, I – well, I really don’t have much
use, do I? Unless you’d like help unpacking?”
Erik opened the door to the room and took a look around, “I think I’ll be able
to do it on my own, thank you.”
“I’ll be across the hall if you require anything, Dr. Lehnsherr, just yell.”
Erik nodded, “Please call me Erik.”
“My stepfather will maim me,” Charles said hesitantly. “I’m to show you the
utmost respect, and being on a first name basis won’t please him.”  
“He can discuss things with me, if there’s an issue,” Erik announced, still
standing in the doorway of his room. “Call me Erik.”
“Okay,” Charles said, grinning. “I’ll see you later, Erik.”
                                      ---
Erik sat on the edge of his bed after ensuring the door was shut and locked.
Running a hand across his face, he sighed. He'd known there were going to be
children, but Marko had only warned him about the one small girl and his own
son, who was apparently living abroad and wouldn’t be there to bother him.
There had been no mention of the beautiful boy he'd just been talking to. No
mention of the sinfully red lips, or the bright, sparkling blue eyes. No
mention of the boy's pale skin, or soft British accent.
He supposed stepfathers weren’t supposed to notice that sort of thing about
their wards, but still. Absolutely nothing about the boy Erik was already
starting to favour considerably.
Erik let himself fall back onto the mattress. The next few months were going to
be hell.
                                      ---
Charles’ latercame in the form of dinner, where everyone – including Raven,
this time – was expected to attend to further welcome their guest. Looking
around, Charles was rather surprised to see his mother had managed to stay
sober for the entire day, he could only imagine what she’d do after everyone
was excused.
“I trust Charles was able to finish the tour?” Kurt asked around a mouth full
of food. Charles thought it was ironic, the way he got in trouble for having
‘inadequate’ table manners, but it was perfectly fine for Kurtto do as he
pleased.
“He was perfect, yes—“ Charles nearly laughed, he hadn’t done anything other
than point him at a room. There was still another level and the garden they
hadn’t looked at. “I can’t comprehend why you don’t have faith in his
abilities,” Erik replied, and Charles couldn’t help the little grin.
“Experience, Dr. Lehnsherr,” Kurt replied. “Very rarely does he do anything
perfect.”
Erik turned to Charles and raised his brow, “Is that true?”
Charles nearly shrugged, nearly,“I—uh, I wouldn’t say it’s rare,but it doesn’t
happen every day.”
“That’s the way it is for any normal person,” Erik noted. “I would not expect a
boy of…”
“Sixteen,” Charles supplied,
“…sixteen to be perfect at everything,” he finished.
“We do have a tendency to stuff up.”
“Having once been a boy of sixteen, I can completely agree,” Erik said,
smirking. “Do you do well in school, Charles?”
“Top of the class. For everything.”
“You mentioned genetics before, so you plan on going to university?”
“Of course.”
“Where?” Erik asked.
Sending a glance towards his stepfather, Charles replied, “I’d like to go to
Oxford.”
“England, huh?” Erik commented and Charles hummed. “Is that where you got the
lovely accent?”
A flush covered his face, and Charles cursed his genes for making him so pale,
“I grew up there.”
“With your father?”
“Yes.”
Erik leaned back in his chair and looked directly at Charles, “I like England,”
he said slowly. “It’s very pretty there.”
Charles continued to blush, “It is.”
Breaking eye contact after another moment, Erik turned back to Kurt, and the
conversation changed once again.
***** regardez-moi cette belle brune *****
After a mere two and a half weeks at the Xavier mansion, Erik had discovered a
few things about the family and the way they worked.
The first, and most obvious, was that Sharon Xavier was a drunk. It irked him,
seeing the disregard she had for her children – especially when one of those
children was as wonderful as Charles seemed to be.
The second thing, which was also quite obvious, was that Kurt and Sharon
treated Raven in a far better manner than they did her older brother. They
still weren't great parents, not even close, but they at least acknowledged her
existence. That lead to the third thing; that the reason Kurt had failed to
mention Charles was due to the man's clear dislike towards the boy. He was
always snapping at him about something, or criticising him for not doing
something perfectly.
The fourth was Charles' submissive behaviour towards his stepfather – as if he
was scared of what would happen if he challenged the older man. It pissed Erik
off to no end. He had the feeling that if it weren't for his presence, Charles
would surely be walking around with bruises covering his body. Erik was a firm
believer in good parenting, watching the way Sharon and Kurt treated their
children made his blood boil.
Erik's stay, however, had still been mostly enjoyable, his anger
notwithstanding. He'd been busy for the most part; the first few weeks were
always demanding, but Erik had come to look forward to the spare time he got
while at the mansion. It meant he got to see Charles.
He liked watching the boy. As odd and predatory as it was, Erik would go out of
his way, when he could, to ensure Charles was within his sight.
His favourite was when he was able to see Charles play with Raven from a
window. If he knew they were in the garden, Erik would stalk the first floor to
find a room with a good view. Charles always looked happy during those times –
his eyes would light up in a way Erik rarely saw, with small wrinkles forming
around his eyes as he beamed at his little sister. The brightness of the sun
would make the boy's hair look even fluffier, if at all possible, which only
increased Erik's want to run his fingers through it. The way the sun would hit
Charles’ skin would make it look like he was glowing, which sometimes made Erik
chuckle to himself due to the contrast it caused to the boy's usually darker
clothes.
The clothes – that was what drove Erik crazy. Every time Charles bent down to
pick something up, usually Raven, the boy’s pants would tighten around his body
and Erik would get a good view of the boy's arse.
Those few seconds made listening to Kurt constantly spit out rubbish worth it.
The time spent eating together was another thing that drove Erik mad. He would
find himself staring at the boy's mouth, watching it as his lips wrapped around
food, as his tongue peaked out to lick the bits he missed from his lips. It
gave him the urge to just grab the beautiful boy and force him on his knees,
but he thought that was usually considered unacceptable dinner behaviour.
Charles didn't help matters at all; Erik noticed the way he would make simply
obscene noises around his food, as if it were too enjoyable not to. He was
aware that the boy was doing it for him, or at least he highly suspected it,
because Charles was always silent when there was a third member at the table.
It made Erik think that perhaps his attention was not unwanted.
The ‘mini’ library Charles had mentioned turned out to be rather large, but
still cosy. There were bookshelves lining every surface, with only two or three
seats placed in a bundle together.  Erik enjoyed what little time he got in
there, usually because Charles would join him. He would sit down in one seat,
Charles usually directly across from him, and pretend to read as he watched the
boy.
The first thing he had noticed was that Charles would hold his tongue between
his teeth, just the tip poking out between the sinfully red lips, whenever he
concentrated on a book. Erik thought that he was, perhaps, forming a
potentially dangerous obsession with the boy's mouth. But surely no one could
blame him, not when the boy looked like that.
Charles was a restless reader, too, it seemed. Erik would watch as the boy
twisted and turned in his seat, legs moving to odd places as he rumpled his
clothing. The boy never lasted more than ten minutes in one position, sometimes
he'd even get up and walk around, as if his body contained too much energy to
merely sit.
Erik wouldn't forget the memorable time Charles had given up on sitting and
moved to lie down on the floor, his shirt riding up to his waist. Charles had
looked rather tiny, in a charming sort of way, and his skin had looked smooth
and soft to touch. Erik had given up pretending to read entirely, instead
choosing to stare.
Charles had noticed, obviously. He'd placed his book gently on the ground and
turned his head to the side, an endearing little grin covering his face.
“You're staring,” the boy had said.
“Am I?”
“Mmhmm,” Charles had hummed. “Like something you see, Dr Lehnsherr?”
Erik had felt the slightest bit of embarrassment at that, but it was quickly
distinguished. “There are many things,” he'd answered.
“And what are those?”
Smirking, Erik had responded, “The book you're reading has a lovely cover, for
one. The hue of blue used makes the title pop in an unus—”
Charles had cut him off with a laugh, the boy moving to sit cross-legged in
front of Erik. He'd crossed his forearms, resting them on Erik's knees, and
then rested his chin atop of those. “That's not what I meant.”
“No?” Erik had said, feigning surprise. “Whatever did you mean, then?”
“Well,” Charles had looked up at the older man through his eyelashes, the
little smile still covering his features. “It rather looked like you were
watching me, not my book.”
“Did it?”
“Mmmhm,” Charles had hummed again and turned his head to the side, his cheek
resting on his forearms.
Erik hadn't been able to resist the urge to move a hand to the boy's hair. He'd
been extra careful to ensure gentleness, his fingers spreading through the
soft, brunette locks. “I suppose,” he'd said, “You are rather beautiful.”
The little smile had turned into a beaming grin, the boy's blue irises lighting
up as the crinkles around his eyes returned, “You’re not bad yourself.”
“No?”
Charles had shaken his head slightly, “Better than any other guest we’ve had.”
“I’m flattered,” Erik had murmured. “I trust you don’t do this with your other
guests, either?”
“Do what?” Charles had asked while feigning innocence, his body still resting
against Erik’s.
With his hands still raking through the boy’s hair, Erik had responded,
“Flirt.”                     
“I’m not flirting,” Charles had replied, a cheeky smile on his face. “You’re
the one who stares.”
Erik had opened his mouth to reply, but was, unfortunately, interrupted by a
staff member calling for the boy. Charles had, in turn, sighed and pouted up at
Erik – which had only made the urge to lean down and kiss the boy stronger, if
at all possible – before dutifully standing and moving towards the door with a
sensual I'll see you later, Dr Lehnsherr.
***** enfant charmante et fourbe *****
Chapter Notes
     You all hate me, correct? I can't believe I haven't updated in ten
     months, and I am so so so so so soooo sorry for those who waited and
     waited, and then waited some more. This fic epitomises why I
     shouldn't post stories I haven't finished when I KNOW I'll get busy
     writing them.
     Oh well. Hopefully the updates make up for my shitty-ness as a
     person. Starts off from the last chapter, if you can remember.
BANG!
Charles woke with a start, eyes snapping open as he searched his surroundings
to see where the noise had come from. Eyes adjusting to the dark as he went,
Charles scanned his belongings and found nothing to be out of place. Sitting
up, Charles listened more carefully and heard a muffled swear come from the
room across the hall. Holding his bottom lip between his teeth, he stood
quietly, carefully, and made his way to Dr Lehnsherr's room. He was careful to
make minimal noise as he padded across the hallway and to Erik's room. He stood
in front of the door, noticing the dim light coming from underneath the
doorway, and raised his fist to knock hesitantly.
He waited until he heard a sigh come from the room, followed by a “Come in,
Charles.”
Charles smiled to himself and opened the door, turning the main light on and
taking a few steps into the older man's room before closing the door behind
him. He surveyed the room, finding Erik in front of his desk, crouched over and
picking up the papers and books that had fallen. His eyes followed the lines of
Erik's bare back, and he bit his lip in anticipation.
“Need some help?”
Erik turned towards the voice, ready to reply, but stopped when he actually saw
Charles standing in his doorway. The boy, like himself, was only half dressed;
however, it was Charles' smooth, pale legs on display. Erik subconsciously
licked his lips as his eyes trailed from the boy's bare feet up his shapely
boxer clad legs and over the small torso covered in a far too big crimson shit
to land on Charles' beautiful face and tousled bed hair. The boy was looking at
him the way he always did when Erik stared – like he knew exactly what thoughts
were running through his head, and like he had no objections to those thoughts.
Erik cleared his throat, “If you don't mind.”
“I don't,” Charles replied and moved towards the desk, picking up the chair
that was lying on its side as he went. He couldn’t help but think how
uncomfortable the thing must have been to sit on, it resembled more of a hard
wooden dining seat than an office chair. “What happened?”
Erik sighed again, “I was working on a paper one minute, and then on the floor
the next.”
“Sooooooo, you fell?”
“In layman's terms.”
Charles laughed and crouched next to him, making a point to place his hand on
Erik's bare shoulder to steady himself. “You should have been asleep,” he
murmured, quickly picking up books and placing them on the desk.
“As you should be now.”
Charles grinned, sleepy eyes moving to look in Erik's, “I'd rather be with you,
though.”
Erik didn’t reply, instead he just smiled and grabbed the last of the papers.
He stood, sorting the papers into a neat pile and placing them on the desk as
Charles remained on the floor.
Erik moved towards the bed and sat on its edge, “Go back to bed, Charles.”
The boy pouted up at him, “I can't.”
“Why not?”
“You woke me up.”
“That doesn't mean you can't go back to bed.”
Charles nodded, “Mmm, yes it does. I find it very hard to get back to sleep
once I'm awake.” He didn't, not really. In fact, he'd probably be back to
snoring lightly in less than five minutes if he tried.
Still, he had a plan.
Sighing, Erik shifted in his spot on the bed. “Is there anything I can do?”
Eyes dashing back and forth between Erik's naked chest and the empty spot next
to him, Charles nodded, a sly smile taking over his face. In one swift
movement, Charles had jumped on the spare side of the bed, making sure his body
was close enough for Erik to be able to feel the heat radiating off of him.
Erik chuckled and shook his head as he watched the young man crawl underneath
his bed sheets, “What are you doing?”
“Getting back into bed,” Charles replied, innocently. “You told me to.”
“I said your bed.”
“Nah-uh,” Charles giggled sleepily, his head resting against the comfortable
pillows that contained the older man's scent. He pulled the light sheet down on
the other side and stared pointedly towards Erik.
“What do you want?”
“For you to get back into bed.”
“With you?”
“With me.”
Erik looked at the boy in his bed, and the picture was so beautifully tempting
that he couldn't resist. Shaking his head again, he stood and moved to turn off
the main light, leaving only the small bedside lamp to keep the room dimly lit.
He returned to his side of the bed and sat carefully, manoeuvring his body so
he was lying comfortably next to Charles under the sheets, but still with a
respectable distance between them, just in case.
Charles, however, was having none of that. He wriggled closer and rested his
head against Erik's hard, bare chest. “See, this is better,” he said, turning
on the side and cuddling into the older man.
“Mmhm,” he agreed, carefully placing an arm around the younger boy and holding
him in place. Better didn't begin to describe it in Erik's mind. Charles' soft
hair rested just below his chin, so Erik's nostrils were filled with the sweet
smell of a vanilla and citrus shampoo.
“Have you been enjoying your stay?” Charles asked politely, and Erik could just
feel the movement of his lips on his chest.
Erik closed his eyes and took a deep breath, exhaling slowly before responding,
“It's been marvellous, thanks to you.”
Erik felt Charles smile against his skin before the teenager spoke again, “What
are you doing tomorrow?”
“Tomorrow,” Erik repeated, thinking. “I have a day off tomorrow.”
“Really?”
Erik hummed, “Kurt doesn't, though.”
“Just you and me, then.”
“What about Raven?”
“Play date,” the boy answered. “I have to take her in the morning. It's at the
lake.”
“What lake?”
Charles moved and sat up so he was able to look at the older man for a minute,
as if pondering if he was serious or not. “Okay,” he murmured. “We're going to
the lake tomorrow.”
“Oh, no we are not,” Erik mumbled, sitting up straighter in his spot on the
bed.
“Yes, we are,” Charles said excitedly.
“Nope.”
“It'll be fun, and besides,” Charles smiled cheekily, leaning close and
whispering in his ear, “You'll get a chance to stare at my beautiful, wet,
naked body.”
Erik's head fell back against the headboard and he groaned, closing his eyes
and willing his body not to react to the boy in his bed, and the images filling
his head. “Charles...”
“Doesn't that sound fun to you?”
The scientist opened his eyes to look at Charles, sighing again, before he got
back into a comfortable position in the bed. “Ask me again tomorrow morning,
you little minx.”
Charles laughed and reached over Erik to turn the lamp off before resting
against the older man's chest to fall asleep.
                                      ---
Erik had woken the next morning with Charles’ face hidden against his neck;
with small puffs of warm, damp air escaping from Charles’ parted lips and
tickling Erik’s neck softly.
“Morning,” the boy mumbled, snuggling further into Erik’s embrace.
“Good morning,” Erik responded quietly, fingers gently tracing the hem of
Charles’ shirt. “Sleep well?”
“Mmmhm,” Charles hummed, “Beautifully.”
“Good, me too.”
Charles reluctantly moved away so he could look into Erik’s eyes, “As much as
I’d like to stay like this all day, Raven will be awake and asking for me very
soon.”
“Ah,” Erik said, “the lake.”
“Yep,” Charles smiled. “You coming?”
“I don’t think it’d be very enjoyable for me.”
“It would.”
“How do you know?”
“I’ll be there,” Charles said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the
world. “You coming?” he repeated.
“Probably not.”
                                      ---
It wasn't long till Erik found himself holding one of Raven's little hands
while Charles held the other, the unusual trio making their way to the lake for
Raven's play date. It hadn’t been very hard for Charles to convince Erik, all
it took was a little mention of him being shirtless.
“Does this mean we're going to be swimming with children?” Erik asked, tilting
his head to look at Charles.
“No,” Charles smiled. “I know a little secluded spot most people don't know
about. It's pretty closed off, so we'll be fine.”
“Right,” Erik nodded. “How deep is the water?”
“You'll be able to stand easily,” Charles said, grinning. “Why, never learnt
how to swim?”
“No,” Erik said defensively. “I'm just not very good at it.”
“Don't worry, darling, you can always hold on to me.”
                                      ---
Secluded had been the right word.
Charles 'little spot' was rather beautiful, with the deep green gardens
contrasting nicely with the slightly murky blue water. There was no one else
around, which Erik was incredibly grateful for, as he didn't necessarily want
to get caught in any compromising positions with a sixteen year old boy. Back
at home it was legal, but he was aware of the laws and being locked up was far
from the reason he had come to America for the summer.
“Can you help me?” Charles’ sweet voice pulled him away from his thoughts.
Erik turned towards the noise, licking his lips appreciatively when he saw
Charles; shirtless and sitting in the grass. “With what, Liebling?”
Charles grinned at the endearment and held up a white tube Erik recognised as
sunscreen. “I can't reach my back, and my skin is rather sensitive to the sun.”
Erik swallowed and nodded, dropping to his knees behind the boy and taking the
tube. He squirted some on his hand before placing it in lines across Charles'
back and rubbing gently. He took his time, trailing his hands over all the skin
he could reach and smiling when he heard the little noises of enjoyment coming
from the boy's mouth. “You've got lovely skin,” he commented, “Soft and pale.”
Charles released a puff of air in amusement, “Thank you, I suppose.”
Erik spent as much time as he could rubbing his hands across Charles' torso,
but eventually he had to hand the tube back. “All done,” he said, leaning in to
place a soft kiss against the nape of the boy's neck.
Charles shivered, but all he said was; “Thanks.”
“The pleasure is mine,” Erik responded and stood, removing his shirt quickly
and dropping it on the pile of their things before moving towards the water. He
held a hand out to Charles, “You coming?” he said, repeating the boy’s words
from earlier that morning.
Charles grinned and stood, grabbing Erik's hand and moving with him into the
water.
Swimming began innocently enough, both men enjoying the cooling sensation of
the water against their skin on the hot summer day, and the company of each
other. The sun was at its peak, shining brightly over them, as annoyingly hot
as ever.
“Do you think there are fish in here?” Erik called out over his shoulder,
watching Charles move in the water to stand closer to him. While Erik could
easily stand in the lake, the water in the area they were in made it up to
Charles' chin, and Erik couldn't help but chuckle as he watched the boy
struggle slightly.
“I don't know,” Charles replied, looking through the water. “Feel anything?”
“You'd know if I felt something.”
“Why?” Charles asked cheekily, “Would you scream like a little kid?”
Erik rolled his eyes, moving his hand to make splashing movements towards
Charles, “No.”
Charles laughed, turning his face away to shield his eyes from the water, “I
think you would.”
“Nope.”
Charles moved closer, so there were mere inches between their bodies. “Really?”
“Really.”
Charles looked down through the water again, making a point of pretending to
search for something. He smirked, placing his hands on Erik's shoulders lightly
before calling out; “OH MY GOD, WHAT IS THAT?”
Erik's head turned quickly to look at the spot Charles' eyes had previously
been searching, and Charles used the opportunity to jump up, wrapping his legs
around the older man's waist while his hands clasped behind his neck. Erik's
hands moved subconsciously to hold the boy up, with one arm wrapping around his
waist and the other holding Charles up by resting below the boy's arse.
“Don't do that,” he said, shaking his head and resting it against the boy's
shoulder.
“I thought you weren't scared?” Charles replied, still laughing quietly, mouth
pressed against the side of Erik's head.
“You know, if you wanted to be in this position, all you had to do was ask,”
Erik mumbled against Charles' wet skin. “I would have said yes.”
“Mmhm, that was more fun.”
“You're trying to kill me, aren't you?”
Erik felt Charles smile against his skin, “That's the last thing I want.”
                                      ---
The next two weeks, for Erik, were generally filled with an internal mantra of
what is he doing—oh  my god does he know what he's doing to me— what the FUCK
no no no please don't sit on my lap agai—no please don't wriggle like that my
body won't listen to me anymore.
It was almost as if he'd regressed to a teenager with a school-girl crush.
Not that it was his fault – Charles wasn't exactly making it easy. Since the
night they shared a bed, the boy had used every opportunity he could to tease
Erik; from blatantly flirting, to sitting in his lap when they were alone, to
implying downright filthy things in normal conversations, to crawling in his
bed at night half-dressed and without warning.
It was driving him a little mad.
Madness was probably the reason he'd agreed to allow Charles into his room late
at night when he knew that the boy would try and stay. Not that Erik minded
Charles sleeping in his bed, quite the opposite; it was more the fact that he
knew Kurt would be at his door early the next morning. He didn't think the man
would be all that happy to find him in bed with his stepson, regardless of how
much he didn't like Charles.
“What are you doing tomorrow?”
“Working.”
“Can I come?”
Erik looked at the boy from his spot on the uncomfortable desk chair, eyes
trailing the lines of Charles’ petite body lain across his bed. “I hardly think
Kurt would agree to that, do you?”
“No, I suppose not,” the boy sighed loudly, and then pouted across the room at
him. “If you were working alone would you take me?”
“Of course,” Erik replied. “Though, if we were going to be alone, I rather
think there are other things I would enjoy taking youto.”
Charles huffed in amusement and stood, moving to sit sideways on Erik’s lap,
“Isn’t that a nice thought.”
“Mmm.”
“I would like to see you at work, though.”
“Oh?” Erik asked, arms wrapping around Charles’ torso.
“Mmhmm,” Charles hummed. “Chemistry may not be my favourite type of science,
but it is interesting. Besides,” he trailed off, the fingers of one hand
trailing across Erik’s jaw lightly, “I think you’d look good in a lab coat.”
Erik smiled, moving his hands under Charles’ shirt and rubbing them against the
soft skin, “Oh, I do.”
Charles beamed but didn’t say anything. Instead, he stood, pulling Erik up with
him. They moved back to the bed, with Erik sitting carefully on the edge as
Charles straddled him. He placed one thigh on either side of the man, wrapping
his arms around his neck and shoulders and clasping his hands together. His
eyes moved to look at the older man’s lips as he felt Erik’s calloused hands
move along his torso slowly, sensually.
“Have you done this before?”
“Kinda.”
“Kinda?” Erik repeated. “What does thatmean?”
“It means that while I’ve done things before, I haven’t, you know…”
“Had sex,” Erik said, mouth going a little dry as Charles nodded, almost as if
he was embarrassed. “Okay, um…”
“That’s not a problem, is it?”
“No,” Erik replied quickly, “Not at all.”
“Good,” Charles smiled, hands playing with the hair at the nape of Erik’s neck.
He started to rock his hips against Erik’s slowly, breathing heavily as he felt
the other man’s body reacting.
“Are you sure about this?”
“Mmhm.”
“I’m not having sex with you,” Erik murmured, hands moving to grip Charles’
hips so he could guide the boy’s movements. “Your first time shouldn’t be like
this.”
“Fine,” Charles sighed, “This will have to do.” He moved to press light kisses
and bites across Erik’s jaw and neck, and within seconds the older man’s mouth
had captured his, kissing him crudely.
***** mon petit cadeau *****
Chapter Notes
     So I bet this is a bit of a surprise (unless you follow me on
     twitter, then you probably saw my frustrated tweets about it).
     I thought maybe a complete year was too long with no update, so I'm
     beating that mark by a few weeks. Again, I'm so sorry for taking so
     long. I have a love hate relationship with this fic, for some reason.
     I did promise I would finish it, though, and finishing it I am.
     Hopefully this chapter was worth the wait! Starts with the morning
     after the least chapter. Warnings for referenced child abuse and
     sexual content.
     Until next time, whenever that may be.
Erik woke to the sound of knocking, his head muddled with sleep and confusion.
His first thought was that it was Charles, but the boy’s presence in his bed
eliminated that idea.
The memories of the night before came back to him slowly, the sensations of
their bodies moving together, of the moans and whimpers that had left his boy’s
mouth. He stared at Charles, at the boy’s practically naked body, a sense of
horror growing with each second. Not because the boy was there, but because—
“Dr. Lehnsherr?”
Because Kurt was at his door.
“Coming,” he called out, checking the time as he all but jumped out of the bed.
He was supposed to have woken up an hour ago.
Charles woke at his yell, the boy’s beautiful, blue eyes blinking open; wide
and adorably confused as he looked to Erik. “Wha...?”
Pulling on the pair of pants he had worn the day before, Erik smiled at him.
“Quiet,” he whispered. “Your stepfather is at the door.”
The boy’s body stiffened, his eyes flashing to the, thankfully locked, bedroom
door before returning to Erik. “Does he know?”
Erik shook his head and pulled a plain, white button up on. “Not that I know
of,” he replied, quickly buttoning the shirt. “I’m late, though.”
Charles grinned and pulled the blanket around him, his body rolling into the
spot previously occupied by Erik. “Old man can’t even have an orgasm without
sleeping in, huh?”
Stifling a laugh, Erik moved back to the bed. He knelt on the mattress, leaning
down to place a kiss to Charles’ forehead. “Keep talking,” he murmured, “and
you won’t get another chance at an orgasm.”
“Thought you were gonna fuck me till I couldn’t walk?” Charles asked
innocently. “Or was that all talk?”
Giving him another kiss, Erik replied, “Just wait until I come back.”
There was another quick knock on the door, and Erik stood from the bed to
finish getting ready. Spraying himself with aftershave, he turned to Charles.
“How do I look?”
“Completely fuckable.”
“That’s exactly what I was going for,” he joked. “Don’t talk or move until I’m
gone. I’ll see you tonight.”
Charles nodded, his head returning to Erik’s pillow as the older man went to
the door.
                                      ---
“Apologies for the delay,” Erik said, once the bedroom door was shut behind
him. “Hopefully we aren’t too late.”
Lips pursed, obviously annoyed, Kurt nodded before hurrying down the hallway.
“We won’t be, if we move quickly.”
“How many people will be there?”
“Everyone considered important in the industry.”
Oh. Erik hadn’t thought their meeting would be that important. Evidently, he
was wrong.
“Sorry,” he mumbled, although he didn’t particularly care. It was Kurt’s image
that would be tarnished if they were late, not his.
Kurt remained silent until they reached the car waiting for them. Once settled
inside, the sound of tires rolling over gavel filling the air, he asked, “Was
anyone in the room with you?”
Erik raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think that?”
“I thought I heard you talking to someone.”
“No, no,” Erik said. “Just myself.”
It was obvious the other man didn’t believe him, but nothing else was said on
the topic. Erik was thankful for that; he hadn’t quite figured how he would
explain Charles’ presence in his bed.
                                      ---
The meeting passed quickly, with a bunch of men getting up and speaking about
things Erik didn’t bother paying much attention to. He found his mind wondered
back to the beautiful boy, most likely still lounging in his bed. Images
flashed in his mind’s eye, all of them consisting of the way Charles had looked
the night before, his mouth opened in ecstasy, his body trembling in pleasure,
all as a result of Erik’s touch. He couldn’t wait to properly have the boy, to
see how the younger man would react to being filled.
Surprisingly, Erik found his attraction to the boy was much more than simply
visual, or physical. He genuinely liked Charles, liked spending time with him,
liked discussing academia with him. If given the time, Erik thought he could
grow to love the boy.
His stay at the Xavier household was coming to a close, though, and he hadn’t
given much thought about his relationship with Charles following his departure.
He at least hoped they would stay in touch. Perhaps the boy would even visit
him, one day.
The murmuring of someone next to him drew Erik from his thoughts, and he turned
to look at the man. “Pardon?”
“We’re going to a bar after,” the man repeated. “A few of us, anyway. Thought
you’d like to come.”
He thought back to Charles, of what he wanted to do with the boy that night,
and of what he’d end up doing at the bar. As tempting as the boy was, he had
come to America to make a deal with the industry. He thought, perhaps, he ought
to work on that.
“Sounds good.”
                                      ---
Thankfully, Kurt wasn’t invited. The people that were there were at least good
company, and Erik ended up enjoying the few hours he spent huddled in the bar’s
corner.
He was careful not to consume too much alcohol, only having a few drinks at the
beginning, and then sobering himself with water and coffee afterwards. He’d
never been a fan of drinking too much, and wanted to maintain a clear head.
He left the gathering early, feigning tiredness and making an excuse about an
early morning. In actuality, he wanted to get back to Charles, to his beautiful
boy. It was only ten o’clock when he returned to the mansion, thankfully
sobered. Most of the lights were off, but there were still a few staff members
packing up for the day. They smiled at him as he passed them, and Erik found
himself nodding back, the tiniest hint of a smile stretching his lips.
The tell-tale sliver of light came from his bedroom door once he reached it,
and he was glad that Charles was still up. His happiness, however, was
diminished when he saw the boy.
The area around his left cheekbone was coloured by a deep pink, its outline
obviously a hand print. Erik’s eyes narrowed as he shut the door behind him,
the wood slamming shut, and moved to where Charles was sitting on his bed. He
sat next to the boy, his arm opening in a welcome gesture, and, within seconds,
Charles had clambered onto his lap, his hands winding around Erik’s body.
“Liebling,” Erik whispered, hand hovering above the abused cheek, there, but
not quite touching the skin. “What happened?”
“He was angry,” Charles shrugged, like it explained everything. There was no
need to clarify who he was.
Anger rushed through Erik, the emotion almost overwhelming as he thought of
Kurt touching Charles; of even thinking that was something he could do.
“Why?” he found himself asking, not able to understand why anyone would want to
do something other than take care of the boy in his lap.
Charles shrugged again, his eyes meeting Erik’s. “It’s not that bad.” Not
compared to normal.
“Yes it is,” Erik told him, jaw clenching. “They treat you like shit.”
“I’m used to it.”
Erik’s hand dropped, and he wrapped his arms around the boy securely,
protectively. “Why you? They aren’t like that with Raven.”
“They don’t like me. They like Raven.”
“And why’s that?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” Charles said, sighing in a manner that suggested he was
joking about a serious topic, as if actually addressing it would unveil a whole
other set of issues he’d have to deal with. “I think it’s because she’s still
cute, and I’m not.”
Charles’ face lighted up with a hint of a smile, and Erik found himself
returning it.
“I think you’re cute,” he replied, kissing the cheek that was unmarked.
“Possibly the cutest thing I’ve ever laid my eyes on.”
A giggle left Charles’ mouth, and the noise made Erik’s chest explode with
indescribable warmth.  He was glad the boy was okay enough to still joke.
“Unfortunately, not everyone shares that thought.”
“Then they’re all stupid.”
Charles laughed again, his lips stretching into a grin as he leant over to peck
Erik on the mouth. The first kiss was chaste, innocent, but the following
kisses were far from that. In only a few minutes, Erik had Charles under him,
his hands between the fabric of the boy’s shirt and his warm, smooth skin.
He knew, at that point, he could get away with almost anything. And it was
tempting, so, incredibly tempting, but…
“We should stop.”
A whine, low and quiet, left Charles’ mouth. He looked up at Erik, an annoyed
furrow in his brow. “Why?”
“Because half of your faced is bruised.”
“It’s not like you’re going to fuck my face,” Charles told him, smirking.
“Although, don’t completely rule that out. Sounds like a good celebration for
when the bruise heals.”
Erik stifled a laugh, because, really, it wasn’t funny, and closed his eyes for
a moment, heart swelling with affection for the brat beneath him. “Who taught
you to be so cheeky, hmm?”
“Completely self-taught, Doctor,” Charles replied, dragging his hands from
Erik’s back to the top of his shirt, slowly undoing the first few buttons while
talking. “Why? Do you like it?”
“You could say that,” Erik admitted, biting his lip while looking at Charles’
hands. “Do you really want to lose your virginity to a foreign man on a Tuesday
night? While half of your face is in pain?”
“Oh,” Charles joked, grinning up at him while he continued to unbutton the
shirt. “That’s exactly how I imagined it.”
A huff of a laugh left Erik’s mouth, the air ghosting over Charles’ skin. He
didn’t say anything for a moment, chose instead to let Charles completely
unbutton the shirt, leaving it hanging from his torso, before finally speaking.
“If you want to stop…”
“I won’t want to stop,” Charles told him, pushing the soft fabric off his
shirts and throwing it to the side. That, really, was all it took for Erik’s
resolve to disappear. If the boy wanted it, then he saw no reason not to give
it to him.
Each piece of clothing was removed between feather light touches and filthy
kisses, their bodies moving together like they were made for each other. Erik
touched and kissed every inch of skin he could find, his body burning with an
indescribable hunger just from the sight of Charles, ready and wanting.
Erik nipped and sucked at the boy’s skin, leaving soft pink marks as he moved
from jaw, to neck, to collarbone and further down. His tongue licked at the
boy’s pert nipples, pleased with the quiet, breathy moan he got in return.
Charles squirmed with each touch, mind clearing under the pleasure. Everything
felt wonderful, but he wanted more. “Erik,” he murmured, fingers twisting in
thick, auburn hair. The man hummed against his skin, happily continuing his
adoration of the body, not bothered to actually respond. A half laugh, half
moan escaped Charles’ lips, and he tugged on the hair, forcing Erik to look at
him.
The pout on the older man’s face made him giggle, and he smashed their lips
together, smiling as Erik’s tongue moved across his. When they finally parted,
he said, “More.”
“You’re sure you’re ready?”
Charles nodded and parted his legs, showing Erik just how ready he was. A
small, quiet groan left Erik’s lips, and Charles smiled when the man moved to
the bedside table, hand fishing around in the top draw before returning with a
bottle of lube and a condom.
Grabbing the pillow he usually slept on, Erik placed a hand on Charles’ upper
thigh, motioning for the boy to lift his hips before placing the pillow under
the small of his back. “It’ll make you more comfortable,” he murmured, stroking
the boy’s hip.
He gently shifted Charles so they were in the best position, the younger man’s
legs spread wide, back arched slightly, before generously lathering his fingers
in lube. He inserted the first finger smoothly, another burst of arousal
shooting through his body as the tight heat clenched around him, at the moan
that left Charles’ mouth.
“Have you done this to yourself before?” he asked, moving the finger in and out
slowly.
“All the time,” Charles responded, voice breathy. “Never more than two,
though.”
That was…an interesting thought. Erik imagined the boy, laid out on a bed much
like he was then, using his own hands to bring himself off. Adding a second
finger, he couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Have you done it while thinking
about me?”
Charles’ eyes shut at the second finger, groaning before answering his
question. “Yes,” he breathed, pushing against the careful movements of Erik’s
hands.
And that, that was something to think about, Erik thought, a smirk creeping
onto his face. He scissored his fingers, pleased with every moan he got in
response, and kept talking. “What did you think about?” his voice was rough
with arousal, his accent thicker than usual. “Did you think about me fucking
you? Filling you?”
Charles whimpered as the third finger was added, his arousal diminishing the
burn of the stretch. He arched up into Erik’s touch, trying to get the fingers
deeper, to push against his sweet spot. “Yes,” he choked out, a loud moan
leaving his lips. “Fuck, yes. God, Erik, please.”
“Please what?” Erik asked, quickening the pace of his hand, fascinated as the
boy fucked himself on his fingers. He had been with many partners before, and
none had been as beautiful as Charles was, with his pale skin flushed the most
beautiful shade of pink, shining under the light with the sheen layer of sweat.
“Fuck me,” the boy moaned, and Erik was glad everyone else slept on the other
side of the mansion, as he doubted the boy would go unheard if they were on the
same level.
Erik hummed but continued to finger him for a few moments, making sure he was
properly prepared. Eventually, he pulled his hand away, chuckling as the boy
whined, his hole clenching at the emptiness. He quickly placed the condom on,
adding another layer of lube to be safe, before pressing the head of his cock
against Charles’ opening.
“Ready?”
“Yes,” Charles replied, voice impatient, pushing back against Erik’s cock to
show just how ready he was.
Erik smiled at the response and slowly pushed in, eyes closing as the tight
heat wrapped around his cock. A low, shaky, groan left his mouth, his head
dropping forward as he pushed in, only stopping when his balls rested against
Charles’ arse.
He cracked his eyes open to look at Charles, the slightest twinge of guilt
twisting his stomach when he saw the boy’s eyes squeezed shut, the air between
then filling with heavy breathing. He stroked the boy’s hip gently, the other
hand moving to pump his cock as he whispered sweet nothings, an attempt to ease
the pain.
Despite wanting to pound into the beautiful heat, Erik didn’t move until
Charles opened his eyes and told him to. He fucked him slowly at first, his
dick dragging in and out of the heat, but then Charles started to push back
against him, urging him to go faster. The room filled with groans and whimpers,
the noises growing louder with each thrust. 
“Please,” the boy chocked through a gasp, pleasure clouding his mind. All he
could focus on was Erik; the way the man looked above him, strands of auburn
hair flopped in front of his face, the hard torso covered in sweat, the way his
mouth dropped open in pleasure. He could feel the man everywhere; in him,
around him. It was one of the most magnificent things he’d never felt.
Erik didn’t need to be told twice. He picked up his pace further, angling his
thrusts to hit Charles’ prostate. It was well known when he finally did, with
Charles’ pleasured scream filling the room.
“Shhh,” Erik hushed, leaning down to kiss the boy. “We don’t want people to
hear.”
“Can’t help it,” Charles replied, his nails digging into Erik’s back, dragging
down the skin. “It feels too good.”
Erik grinned, his hold on Charles’ hips tightening as he fucked into the boy,
cock slamming against his prostate with each thrust. It wouldn’t last much
longer, he knew, and when the warmth of his own orgasm began to coil through
his stomach, he grabbed Charles’ cock again, fisting it with the same pace as
his thrusts.
“I’m going—ngh, fuck, Erik.”
Erik’s lips found his jaw, his neck, any bit of skin they could reach, the
sounds of their muffled moans and skin slapping and sliding together filling
the air around them.  “Come,” he whispered against skin, his lips leaving a
damp trail. “Fuck, darling, come for me.”
Another perfectly angled thrust, and Charles did just that. His body arched
into Erik’s with a cry as he came, his come covering their torsos, his hole
clenching around Erik. Barely a minute after, Erik followed, his teeth biting
down on the boy’s shoulder to stifle his groan.
They didn’t move for a long time, choosing instead to just hold each other,
waiting for their erratic breathing to calm down. Once it did, Erik kissed him
again, the action soft and slow. When he finally pulled back, he placed his
forehead against Charles’, eyes staring into the blue beneath him, adoration
colouring his features.
“You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen,” he whispered, his voice
just a little hoarse.
Charles huffed a laugh, thankful Erik wouldn’t be able to see the blush the
words caused. “You’re only saying that because I let you have sex with me.”
“Nuh-uh,” was the response, followed quickly by another set of kisses.
Finally, he pulled away from the young men, his movements gentle as he pulled
out. Charles sighed at the emptiness, body squirming with a feeling he couldn’t
quite explain. He watched Erik pull the condom off before standing and smiling.
“I’ll clean us up, hmm?”
                                      ---
Charles beamed as Erik got under the covers with him, his body immediately
curling against the older man’s. He hurt in places he hadn’t been aware
existed, but he also felt a deep calmness, lying there next to the man.
“I hope I didn’t disappoint,” Erik murmured, kissing his forehead gently.
“Far from it,” Charles told him, sighing happily as sleep nudged at his mind.
“Better than I thought.”
He could feel Erik smile, and he snuggled further into the other man’s tight
embrace. “Sleep, Liebling,” Erik told him, his fingers combing through his hair
softly. “We will talk about it tomorrow.”
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