The time of day was nearly impossible to tell for grey clouds gathered in the skies. The estate was eerily silent though it's been weeks after the incident at the beach. Raven walked through the mostly empty hallways, letting her memories guide her through wherever she felt like. She hadn't been back home in a long time. She was pretty sure that Charles would have sensed her presence the moment she entered, however he was no where to be found. 'Probably in his studies, occupying himself with some theories of genetic mutation. Like always..." She thought.
The study room had barely been used since the incident at the beach, but aside that, it was Charles' most favorite room. Charles remembered that first day the mutants arrived to his home. Their home. Though he wouldn't openly admit it, the estate was livelier during that time than when he was living with Raven; hidden from the rest of the world. Every part of their home held memories.
There were cobwebs scattered about in the corners of the study. The soft light in the empty room visible through the swirling dust as Charles traced his fingers across the mahogany desk. The only sound was the occasional squeak from his wheelchair.. His chest tightened as the memories came to him.
The study room. Dim lights. Near silence aside the scratch of pencil on paper. A soft knock on the door. "Come in..."
In walked the man that taught Charles the true potential of human emotion, of serenity, rage above all, the willpower to take on challenges he's never faced before.
"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"
To anybody else, Erik's tone might have sounded of something calm, collected and almost playful. But Charles knew better, he knew Erik. Something was... different.
"Of course not."
The atmosphere grew tense and Charles sensed some sort of poorly disguised restlessness in the other man. He so desperately wanted to know what the other was thinking, but he knew that he promised not to pry into another's thoughts unless permitted.
The room stayed silent as Erik slowly paced next to the bookshelves. 'Anything-Say anything!' Charles thought near frantically.
"It's not abnormal to be tense, with potential war and all, your behavior is perfectly reasonable." Charles knew better that Erik had something else on his mind, but if small talk was what it took to get the other man to talk, then so be it.
"-It's not that." Erik interrupted, locking eyes with the professor. The gaze was intense. Charles had somehow sensed that Erik wouldn't stop by unnoticed unless there had been an issue.
Charles saw him approach the desk. He wanted to ease whatever tension the other was carrying, whatever burden he had, he wanted to comfort him in whatever way he could. Damnit, this was his friend... not some-
"-Charles. what do you find me capable of?" Erik spoke quietly.
That's when Charles noticed that Erik leaning over his desk, his body so close; hovering above him. His mind was drifting as were his eyes. The lighting in the room made Erik's sharp features more pronounced; his normally light-green eyes looked near black so dangerous yet enticing.
"What do you mean?" His voice caught, he felt heat rise up from his collar; and unfamiliar response.
"You've been avoiding me lately." Erik leaned in further, his hands now on either side of Erik's desk.
Charles could only sink further back into his chair; heart pounding furiously, unknown adrenaline coursing through his body, tense and rendering him incapable of rational thought... He needed space; to get away, as far away from Erik as he could.
He abruptly began to stand when he felt a warm hand push down on his shoulder, trying to keep him from leaving. "Erik-... This isn't..." He couldn't form rational thoughts any longer. He felt weak; weak for letting such a simple gesture rendering himself so useless.
"Charles, you know what this means to me, if mankind still ignorantly chooses to oppose us even after what we save them- It will leave me no choice but to retaliate..."
'Oh.'
Charles was shocked to see Erik's face so- frightened yet full of inexplicable rage. He seemed so unsure of himself.
"Erik, what are you talking about?"
"I don't know what I might do... I hope to god your right about trusting humans, but if anything happens..." He paused for a moment.
"-I just want you to know; you have been the greatest friend I have ever had the honor of knowing- and..." He seemed to be physically struggling to get the right words out.
Charles felt so mentally incapacitated. He wanted to do something!- he hated seeing his friend look so... lost.
Without thinking, Charles genlty held the hand on his shoulder and pressed his lips the back. He looked up at Erik, no longer giving a shit about rational thought. He wanted so desperately to do anything to make it up to Erik, from the terrible wreck of a childhood to the vengeful quest to kill the man who'se taken so much from him.
He spoke quietly but assuringly, "You're strong, Erik... You will do the right thing; I believe in that."
Charles looked up Erik, strange determination in his eyes. He saw Erik's eyes glance hesitantly at his lips, his breath hitch. Charles then realized that sometimes, the simplest of gestures was all it took to read into even the deepest of sub-concioussness.
He leaned up from his chair; stopping a few centimeters short of contact. He felt heat emenating off of the other man, it started something in him. Before any opposition could arise from his concioussness, he closed the distance between himself and Erik. Any thoughts of 'morality', guilt or doubt instantaneously vanished; every worry and warning- liberated. This is what being 'human' must truly feel like. Fearful, brash and addicted to selfish ecstacy.
Erik's lips weren't as soft as Charles imagined 'Since when has he thought about it?', they were a bit dry, perhaps from the same anxiety that led him here. He was tense, but it something else. Erik wasn't kissing back.
'Not now, please don't do this to me!' Charles thought, desperate to keep any intrusive and guilt-ridden thoughts at bay. He never realized how desperate it made him feel.
"Erik." Even his own voice began to sound pathetic to him.
The warmth was gone as Erik pulled away almost too harshly, eyes darting everywhere except for Charles who was still reeling from what happened. '...Oh God what have I done?'
Erik turned and rushed out of room, not bothering whether he knocked over several books nearby.
'No, no, no!' "Erik!" Charles called after, stumbling over the mess on the floor while chasing him into the hallway.
He lost sight of him, the halls were empty. He tried to listen for footsteps but all he could hear was sound of blood rushing in his ears.
'How the fuck did I mess this up!' He hit the nearest wall hard enough to cut his knuckles, he hissed in pain. 'Fuck!'
Charles turned to return to his studies after his nerves calmed when something-
-someone grabbed his arm and shoved him hard against the wall.
The impact to the back of his head made him see stars, but he had enough sense in him to brace for whatever attack came next. Had he been so unfocused that he couldn't think to retaliate? He felt powerless, weak, more pathetic than he'd ever been in his whole life. He chose to let emotion reign over logic, that was his first mistake; perhaps the biggest mistake for it cost him the one profound relationship that meant so much to him. He silently hoped that the next blow would knock some sense into him.
The attack never came. Charles' eyes were still closed, he didn't want anybody to see him like this, so vulnerable. He heard a familiar hitch of breath, .
Erik...
He opened his mouth to sigh in relief when he felt lips upon his. It wasn't gentle at the least. The kiss was near frenzied, the pace impossible to catch up to. The sudden invasiveness was far too overwhelming as he blushed painfully, breathes coming in short gasps and pants.
Charles opened his eyes, startled as he saw Erik pull away. He wasn't the only one panting for breath.
Somehow, the atmosphere seemed much lighter; almost as if the whole estate sighed in relief.
Erik's hands were no longer pinning Charles to the wall, but using him as a support.
They stood in the hallway; just like that.
Footsteps were heard in the hallway as both men stood abruptly, fixing their composure.
Sean was strolling down the corridor, a bag of chips in hand. He turned towards the two, a look of curiosity on his face. "Hey, is everything alright? I heard a bang-"
"-We were training." Charles' interrupted. Erik stayed quiet.
Sean looked at Charles' bloody knuckles and messed hair and grimaced.
"Bloody hell, take it easy professor!" Sean spoke as he walked on, quickly casting an accusatory look in Erik's direction.
Charles smiled to himself almost forgetting that there were other people living in the manor now.
"I think he's still bitter over the fact that you pushed him off the dish." Charles said halfheartedly as Sean left. He was probably blaming Erik for the injury too.
Erik looked down at Charles' hand. "I caused that, didn't I?" he asked, apologetic look on his face.
'Oh not this again...'
"It's nothing, It was just an outburst, I was being-" he winced.
Now that Charles paid attention to it, yeah- it did fucking hurt. It was more swollen than before, Damn, It was writing hand too...
Erik took the injured hand and before Charles' recognized what was happening, he felt Erik lap the blood dripping down his fingers.
'Oh, fuck!'
Charles knees gave as fell back towards the wall behind him.
He stared up at Erik, his own stomach was doing metaphorical flips.
"You know, Charles, at first I was worried that you only kissed me out of pity, shocked even..." "-Look, I truly am sorry for what happened earlier..."
Erik got down on a knee to level with Charles as he continued.
"I'll try my best to make up for everything..."
He leaned in closer; right next to Charles' ear.
"Expect me to drop by your study room more often."
With that he stood and left, leaving Charles slumped against the wall
Charles had never met a more complex and unpredictable man in all the years of his existence. 'Erik Lensherr was definitely not a puzzle you could solve with logic..
AN: Long flashback is long
First post on FF, I guess XDDD, (Probably a lot of errors D8, too much writing, less reading over) -but I can say that I enjoyed writing this... thing...~ XD)
Anyways, I fell in love with the movie the first time I ever saw it. Best bromantic movie of the year... PERIOD :'[ The chemistry just... GAH!
I LOVE THESE TWO TO DEATH!I LOVE EVERYONE WHO LOVES THEM!
I don't know whether I should continue this or not? Meh...
Disclaimer (c) I WISH TO GOD I OWNED THE THEM~ *realizes that I'm talking to air-okaybye