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Erik’s sitting room was a complete mess, due to the way all the metal had soared out of it. On its way outside the metal had knocked books off the shelves and collapsed chairs when all their screws had flown loose. Too soon, Charles broke away from Erik’s distracting mouth, smiling as they rested their foreheads together.
“You’d better bring all that in from the rain,” he said. “It’ll tarnish.”
“I’ll buy more,” Erik answered, dipping his head for another kiss, but Charles only laughed and pecked him lightly. With a sigh, Erik pulled away. “Fine.”
Charles’s smile widened as Erik’s left hand wrapped tighter around his waist to make up for the way he had to sweep his right arm out towards the balcony. Charles watched as the metal migrated inside, hovering over their heads to land on the carpet in front of the fireplace with several loud clanking noises. Erik, on the other hand, made good use of his newfound control and didn’t even glance at the metal as he guided it, choosing instead to nuzzle at Charles’s hair.
“Happy?” he asked when the last item had fallen to the ground. Erik’s voice was husky, and Charles inhaled sharply, taking in the calming smells of the spring rain and Erik’s own scent.
“Very,” Charles replied, his eyes sparkling as he looked up to meet Erik’s gaze.
Erik smiled and leaned down to kiss him again, slowly, and with intent. Cautiously, so Charles barely noticed it at first, one of Erik’s hands began to tug at the back of Charles’s shirt, lifting it out of the back of his trousers so Erik could slip his hand underneath. They were both still cold from the rainstorm outside, but that wasn’t what sent a shiver through Charles’s body. All along his mind, Erik’s thoughts were a jumble of want and love and wonderment at having Charles here with him, kissing him.
Charles groaned, pressing closer to Erik so his growing erection brushed up against Erik’s answering one. Gasping, Erik pulled away.
“I’m sorry,” Charles began immediately, “I-”
Erik shook his head furiously. “Don’t say sorry. Come on.” And taking Charles’s hand, he led them across the room and through the door in the corner. As Charles had previously suspected, it led to Erik’s bedroom. They stopped short once inside. Erik reached behind Charles to pull the door to the sitting room shut, leaving them in the dimly lit bedroom.
There was a fire burning in another fireplace to their right, and across from the fireplace was a giant four-poster bed. Velvety purple drapes were pulled back on either side, and a matching purple duvet covered the top of the mattress. Stacked up against the dark wooden headboard was a plethora of silken red pillows that looked soft and inviting. Other than a large wooden chest at the foot of the bed that matched the headboard, and two bedside tables with oil lamps each, the room was rather Spartan. It suited Erik perfectly. Charles smiled.
“Its beautiful, Erik,” he said, turning again to the taller man.
Erik’s mouth quirked up in a returning grin. Charles took a moment to take in how different, but how similar it was to the smile he was used to, and to the waves of affection he felt flowing from Erik. Everything was quite so new, it made Charles’s skin tingle a little, like his nerves were dancing live wires.
Slowly, Charles reached for the edge of Erik’s shirt. Erik’s grin slipped from his face to be replaced by a slack-jawed expression as Charles slid the fabric up his torso, nudging at his shoulder with his nose to motion for Erik to raise his arms. He obliged, as if in a trance, and when the garment was over his head, all he could do was stare down at Charles.
“Now me,” Charles said quietly, and it took a moment for Erik’s brain to catch up. As soon as it did, however, Erik moved immediately, lifting Charles’s own shirt over his head when the telepath lifted his arms.
They stood, facing each other. Erik could see the Charles’s shoulders rise and fall as he breathed, taking in the sight before him. Erik smiled at the look on his face; eyes wide and mouth slightly open. Unconsciously, Charles sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, biting it lightly, making Erik groan.
The sound seemed to break the daze that had settled over them, and Charles surged at Erik again, kissing him fiercely and licking his mouth open. Clumsily, they made their way over to the bed, Erik guiding Charles in front of him by firm hands on his hips. As they stumbled along, Charles reached for the fastenings on Erik’s trousers, unlacing him feverishly until they fell and slid down Erik’s legs. Erik paused, pulling away from Charles long enough to kick them off, along with his shoes, then automatically sought Charles’s lips once more.
Apparently, Erik had miscalculated the distance from the door to the bed, for as he pushed Charles backwards just a little further, Charles fell away from him with a surprised yelp, landing on the mattress. Erik froze in shock, but Charles seemed to recover almost right away.
“Eager, are we?” he asked cheekily, propping himself up on his elbows and quirking an eyebrow at Erik.
“Can you blame me?” Erik returned, licking his lips and lowering himself on top of the smaller man. Never breaking eye contact, he began divesting Charles of his trousers, undoing the laces on his breeches tantalizingly slowly. Charles gasped when Erik’s fingers purposefully brushed over his evident erection. “Hush now,” Erik chided, lowering his lips to Charles’s throat and nipping at his pulse lightly.
Charles whimpered, instinctively canting his hips upwards to chase Erik’s touch. Shaking fingers twined in Erik’s hair, holding him in place and stroking reassuringly at his scalp as Erik deliberately slipped the trousers down to Charles’s knees. Underneath him, Charles wriggled and kicked, taking care to avoid hitting Erik, until finally they were both completely naked, their clothes leaving an obvious trail from the door to the mattress. The grip on Erik’s hair loosened, and he placed one more kiss to Charles’s skin, then looked up to meet Charles's heavy-lidded gaze, his lips inhumanely red from Erik’s kisses.
“You’re perfect,” Erik breathed.
Charles smiled, blushing. He pulled Erik close and pressed their lips together sweetly. “Come here,” he whispered.
He slid further up the bed, graceful and fluid as water, Erik chasing him, until they reached the headboard, and Charles sunk back into the pillows. He gave Erik another slow, heated kiss. “Will you touch me?” he breathed as they pulled apart, and Erik, already hard, felt his cock give an insistent twitch.
“Yes,” he groaned. “God, yes, Charles.”
Charles’s head tipped back on the pillows with a sigh, his half-dried hair fanning out in a halo of dark curls that, combined with the red of the sheets, seemed to make his skin look even paler. Erik watched him, mouth dry, as he cautiously reached down and wrapped a hand around Charles’s length. Charles gasped, red, red mouth falling open in an “o”, and his brow creasing for a second at the sensation. Encouraged, Erik ran his thumb over the head. A quiet, keening moan dropped from Charles’s lips, making Erik smile. He lowered his head to Charles’s collarbone, kissing and biting at the skin as he set a languorous rhythm with his hand.
Charles’s breath was coming faster and faster, his hips bucking in rhythm with Erik’s hand, and Erik felt his own release building at the base of his spine. Reflexively, Erik pressed himself alongside Charles, rutting against his hip, but as he did so, Charles suddenly pushed at his shoulders, forcing him off and back.
“What’s the matter?” Erik asked, a little incoherent with lust.
Charles was looking very seriously at him, a flush spread across his cheekbones and chest. “Erik…” he began nervously.
Seeing the tension in Charles’s shoulders, Erik took a great effort and pushed away his stupor. Frowning, he cupped a hand to Charles’s cheek. “What is it? Am I going too fast?”
“No,” Charles replied, smiling and biting his lip again. “No, I was quite enjoying it. I was just wondering if maybe there’s something else we could do that we both might like better.”
It took a moment for Erik to catch on, but when he did his heart started hammering in his chest. His surprise must have shown on his face, because Charles chuckled a little, despite his obvious anxiousness.
“You want to?”
Charles nodded. “If you want to. Which, if your thoughts over the past few minutes have been anything to go by…” he trailed off, and this time it was Erik who blushed.
“I’m sorry, Charles,” he stammered. “I didn’t mean-”
Charles shook his head dismissively. “I want this, Erik. I want you.”
Erik just looked at him for a moment, feeling the vivid blue gaze waiting patiently for him to give in. It wasn’t long before he did, pressing their lips together hungrily and pulling away too soon.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he protested weakly, dropping a kiss to Charles’s forehead.
“You won’t,” Charles replied, carding a hand through Erik’s hair.
Erik sighed, leaning into the touch for a moment, then straightened up and jumped from the bed. “I’ll be right back,” he said, giving Charles another quick kiss and then going to a door in the corner.
Charles lay back against the pillows and looked up at the canopy, willing his sparking nerves to calm for a moment. Closing his eyes, he breathed in deeply. The hard lash of rain against the windows had lightened without their registering it, so the raging storm was now a pleasant patter. He hummed contentedly and pressed further back into the comfort of the silky sheets and plush bedding. Only when Erik returned, padding cautiously across the floor and thinking loudly about how perfect Charles looked, naked and comfortable in his bed, did he open his eyes.
“Its lotion,” Erik murmured, laying down next to Charles and putting the container in between them. “I couldn’t find anything else. Is this-?”
“This is wonderful,” Charles broke in before Erik could begin to berate himself. “Come here.” Erik scooted closer; while Charles sat up and moved so he was straddling Erik’s hips. “Is this alright?” Erik nodded. Gathering his nerves, Charles reached over and unscrewed the lid of the lotion jar, Erik watching him silently with huge eyes. When he was done, he looked up at Erik. “Do you want to do it? Or do you want to watch me?”
Erik’s mouth fell open wordlessly, but his thoughts were a sudden barrage of possessiveness, and an eagerness to please Charles. The telepath smiled, and handed the lotion over. Sucking in a breath, Erik dipped three shaking fingers in, covering them liberally with the contents of the jar until Charles moved it to the bedside table closest to them.
Erik’s mind was simply buzzing with astonishment and desire so strong that Charles didn’t know how to respond, except press forward and kiss him silly. He didn’t stop kissing him either, not when Erik’s hand crept lower along his back, nor at the first, slick press of his finger against him, teasing and not quite hard enough to penetrate. A gasp tumbled from his lips, swallowed up by Erik’s eager mouth.
Please, Erik, just do it, he sent, a little impatiently.
Erik seemed to get the message, because he smiled into the kiss. Slowly, carefully, he pressed in again, making Charles hiss when the digit slid inside him with minimal effort. Their foreheads rested against each other as they breathed heavily in tandem. Erik was only still for a moment, then Charles rocked back a little onto his hand, and he was spurred into action again.
Erik was extremely attentive, working Charles open slowly and carefully, keeping track of his breathing and the tension in his muscles to see if he was going too quickly. Charles, however, kept sending reassuring feelings to him, pressing kisses against his lips and whispering, “Yes, Erik, please, keep going, its alright, I’m not made of glass, you aren’t going to hurt me.”
It wasn’t until Erik had all three lotion-covered fingers inside that he crooked them in such a way that Charles cried out and bucked against him.
“Oh, God, Erik,” Charles gasped, his breath hot against Erik’s cheek. “Do that again, please.” Erik did, and Charles moaned into his neck, dropping a sloppy kiss to the skin there. Charles moved his hand from where it was braced against Erik’s clavicle and spat abruptly into it. Before Erik could register what he was doing, Charles had wrapped his hand around Erik’s aching erection, making him inhale sharply and thrust upwards in response.
“I’m ready,” Charles rasped, kissing him hard again and then pulling away. “It’s okay.”
Erik slowly withdrew his fingers, slurring a little dumbly as he did so, “Charles, what are you doing to me?”
Charles smiled and looked up to meet the steel-gray gaze once more. “Trust me, love, I’m just as mystified as you are.”
Erik was going to respond with something as wittily as he could in his current state, but Charles shifted closer, and Erik quickly lost all coherent thought as, brow slightly furrowed, Charles guided the tip of Erik’s cock to his entrance, and rocked back experimentally. Erik immediately groaned, fighting the urge to buck up into the tight heat that was slowly enveloping his cock as Charles eased himself down onto it. Heart hammering, Erik looked up and saw Charles’s eyes were closed. He was biting his lip, and his forehead was still creased with concentration and the slightest bit of pain. Feeling a pang of guilt, Erik reached out a hand to cup the side of Charles’s face, running a hand over his cheekbone, and finally the worried lines on his forehead.
Charles opened his eyes, locking his gaze onto Erik’s once more, and the corners of his mouth twitched up just a little in a bracing half-smile. “Shh,” he chided lightly. “I’m just not quite used to… this. Stop worrying you’re going to break me in half or something, because, while you are quite well endowed, I assure you, you will not.”
Erik had to smile at that, pulling Charles a little closer so he could start pressing kisses into his neck and collarbone once more. His lips had trailed up to suck lightly at the junction of his jaw and neck when Charles sunk all the way down. Charles sighed, his head tipped back again, as Erik let out a groan against his skin. In a haze, Erik tangled his fingers in Charles’s hair and brought their mouths crashing together. Charles licked at his bottom lip, pulling slightly away to gulp in air.
Apart from their heated kisses, they were still for a moment. Finally, when he felt somewhat used to the stretch in his body, Charles experimentally lifted himself just an inch or so, then quickly slid back down. It still burned a little unpleasantly, but the oddness of it was overwhelmed by a warmer sensation curling itself around his spine and running through every nerve ending in his body. Erik groaned against his lips, pleasure crashing against Charles’s mind like waves against a shore. He could tell Erik was holding himself back for fear of hurting him, but Charles wanted him to move, to be the one who sent those electrifying shocks of bliss through him.
He broke away from Erik’s mouth, breathing heavily and twining his fingers through Erik’s hair. “Come on,” he whispered in Erik’s ear, Erik’s breath hot against his neck. “You can move.”
A somewhat guttural noise sounded from the back of Erik’s throat, and he shifted, bracing his feet against the mattress and his back more firmly against the headboard. His hands gripped tight at Charles’s hips as, slowly, he rocked his own hips upwards, letting out a moan at the feeling. Charles’s grip tightened almost painfully in his hair, but it didn’t matter. Their foreheads pressed together once more as Erik thrust up again, harder this time, making Charles cry out weakly. Erik could feel Charles inside his head and around his body, wrapped closely into what felt like every molecule of him, intensifying his rapidly building orgasm.
Charles was matching Erik thrust for thrust now, rocking with the motions of Erik’s hips. He was so incredibly close, but when Erik started to wrap a hand around his cock, Charles swatted it away and placed it back on his hip.
“Don’t need it,” he gasped brokenly. “Just keep- keep- God, Erik.”
Erik moaned in response, his hips starting to stutter a little in their rhythm whenever Charles would grind down against him. “Charles,” Erik began warningly, moving one of his hands to cup Charles’s cheek, “I- it’s too much, I’m going to-”
“It’s okay,” Charles answered immediately, taking Erik’s hand and holding it to his chest against his beating heart. He leaned forward and kissed Erik’s reddened lips hungrily as Erik’s hips rolled upwards one last time, and clenched just so slightly around him.
Erik’s cried out as his orgasm hit him like a shockwave, making him drive blindly up into Charles. It felt as if he was being completely wrung out, every nerve in him sparking white-hot and pure for a long moment. Distantly, above him, he heard Charles shout as well. There was a warm splash of semen against his stomach, and he registered, hazily, that some of the sensations washing through him were not his alone. His mouth seemed almost beyond his control, and he heard, as if through someone else’s ears, his own voice saying, “I love you” over and over again.
When he finally became aware of the things outside the overwhelming pleasure he had just felt, he noticed he had slumped back against the headboard. Charles was draped across his front, Erik’s arms locked tightly around his middle, and Charles’s arms braced around Erik’s shoulders as he breathed heavily against Erik’s neck. It was as if they’d both just run a marathon.
Neither one of them wanted to move, so they simply held onto one another for a long time, feeling each other’s heartbeats slow back to normal.
Erik brushed his lips over Charles’s temple, nosing into his sweat-damp hair. “I love you,” he murmured, and he felt rather than saw Charles’s smile.
“I love you, too.” The arms around Erik tightened, and Charles pressed a kiss to his shoulder.
They stayed like that for a little while longer, then Erik shifted slightly, and Charles loosened his grip so he could slip off the bed and back into the bathroom. He returned with a damp washcloth, which he ran over both their bodies to get rid of the stickiness, kissing Charles on the forehead when he finished. He set the cloth off to the side on top of the jar of lotion on the bedside table, and they finally slipped under the warm sheets together.
Erik immediately curled himself around Charles, pressing his forehead against Charles's cheek and nuzzling against his jaw, somewhat scratchy with stubble. Charles grinned again and pulled him closer, twining the fingers of his left hand with Erik’s right.
“I love you, Charles,” Erik said once more. Now that he knew he could, he wanted to say it as often as possible.
“And I love you, Erik.”
They fell asleep tangled together, mind, body, and soul, and brilliantly content. In the morning, they would wake up feeling much the same, except perhaps a little sorer. They would show Hank and Moira around the castle with the others, and perhaps play a game or two of chess.
But what is most important to note, dear reader, is that from that day on they lived happily ever after.
~THE END~