The majestic room was dark and the only sign of life in there was the constant sounds of moans and tender kisses. "Victor…" Erik whispered. They stumbled somewhat clumsily over to the big bed. Searching after something on the nightstand, Magneto pushed his lover down on the sheets he was sure were either crimson or grass green. He felt Doom's hands push the sweater he was wearing over his stomach. "Erik, I…"
*click*
Soft light flowed through the room and over Victor's face. Magneto had barely had time to look at the damaged skin, the lack of facial hair and nose, and the brown eyes that looked so frightened. Giving a horrified howl, Doom hid his face with one hand and pushed Magneto away with the other. "Turn that wretched thing off!" He cried and let his other hand hide his deepest shame also. The room became dark again and Erik closed in on the huddled form on the bed. "Victor, forgive me. I thought…" What had he thought? Nothing! He had believed that it would be exciting to make love in a lit room… with a man who was so horribly scarred that he wouldn't show his face to him when they kissed. He felt foolish.
"I didn't think." He said finally. He touched Doom, and he didn't flinch, a good sign. "I can't do it, Erik. I'm hideous." His hands fell from his face and he turned to his partner. "I don't want you to see me." Erik touched Victor's neck and let it slide up to his chin and finally his lips. "You're not hideous… you're hurt, different." He kissed him. Victor slid his hands over his chest. "You're not changing my mind, Mr. Lensherr." He felt slightly relieved by hearing the humorous undertone in his voice, "I'll keep the light off, if you want it that way." He said as he pushed him on the bed a second time. "It is." Victor answered him.
They made love until they collapsed, and slept for a long time.
Upon waking up, Erik covered his eyes from the merciless rays from the sun. He turned around instead and was met by Victor's right side. Half of his face was lit up. Swallowing, Erik popped himself up on one elbow and studied the forbidden territory closely. He felt like a child looking at a present he was not supposed to receive before a given time, the excitement was a dangerous one. He looked at the burnt skin, the scars, and the remains of a nose he could have sworn was gone last night. He only looked at the side turned to him, feeling that he could somehow lie himself to justice in this matter. He just turned around and there he was. It wasn't his fault that he had seen him and that Victor hadn't put on his night mask like he had used to.
He looked away now, fearing that the king would wake up. Doom had never told him what had happened to his face, and he wondered if he ever would. But he decided not to worry about that just now. He had other matters to worry about. For example, what was the best way to wake up a man bent on world domination?
Victor Von Doom awoke to a pair of lips on his neck, a body over his own and an erection against his leg. He moaned softly and enjoyed the feeling of his lover's body warmth and skin against his own when he realized that the sun was shining outside and that he was unmasked. Panicking, he attempted to push Erik off him. "Move! I have to…" Erik licked his neck, shutting him up. Damn that man and his knowledge of his weak spots. "I won't look, Victor." He muttered. "Just lie back and relax…" Somewhat reluctant, he did as he was told. He was taking a big step doing this, but he appreciated that Erik was taking it with him.