Disclaimer: I own nothing. No X-Men, no Charles, and super sadly, no Eric.
A/N: Okay, so, just a little one shot for :D!
Came to me randomly. It's not necessarily romantic, but we do ship them :)
The sad smile that played across his lips always brought tears to Charles' azure eyes, making them shimmer with pain. It was, infact, the same one he always gave him when Charles asked him to stay. And every time, it damn near broke his heart.
Erik stood near the door, one hand resting on the thick mahogany. He had his helmet tucked under the other arm, looking with longing across the room. In the pre-dawn gloom, shadows danced, jumping from here to there, never staying in one place for long as they were cast from the flickering candles. None, however, were as dark as the shadow cast over Charles heart.
Erik often came after sunset, less of late, when the darkness shrouded his visits. He always left, though, before the blazing sun could peer over the horizon. Before he could be seen.
"Erik, please. You can stay." His voice, always so calm, so sure, flitted with emotion, barely leaving a whisper.
Erik's gray eyes crinkled, hurting. The pain in the room was damn near tangible.
"Now Charles, you know that was never an option." His voice was steady, a deep resonation of a church bell underneath, solemn, sure. He had uttered this line a thousand times before.
"But Erik, please..." He knew it was hopeless. A lost cause before it even began.
Erik sighed, a sad, heavy sigh, and moved with long strides across the room to Charles bedside, where he lay tucked under his feather comforter. He sat on the edge gingerly, and stroked a leather-clad hand down Charles' cheek
"We're like magnets, Charlie." With a wave of his hand, two magnets soared gracefully across the room to hover and spin lazily above Erik's hand. The magnets rotated around each other, each trying to reach one another, but being inevitably kept apart.
"We are like the sun and the moon, Charlie. Neither can rule the sky while the other is high in the charcoal dome. We have destinies, Charlie. And neither of us is apart of the others."
"Erik, stop that! Come to live here. Stay with us, help us, teach us, be with us." With each "us" they both knew he meant "me".
But Erik just smiled, that same heart-wrenching smile.
"Come home, please." And his voice cracked just like it had a hundred times before.
"Home is where the heart is, Charlie." He touched a gloved finger to the spot over Charles heart. "I'm always home."
He turned, making it back to that mahogany door before looking back, helmet moving in a swift motion onto his graying head.
"If I were to stay, who would keep you and your pets on their toes?" The smile faded as three words were whispered. With that, as the sun started to lighten the sky, Magneto was gone. Again.