For as long as he could remember Charles had been nothing more than a rich, lonely kid who could read minds. His friend Raven was less of a friend and more of a sister; a sister who could be annoying and often resulted in nothing more than interruptions to his work. He had money, but he didn't know how to use it, and frankly, didn't want to use it. His mind reading was the only thing he truly loved, and even that often resulted in the most cruel of pains. During his schooling he had found himself excelling at a rapid speed, often skipping several grades at a time. He was fifteen when he was put into his second to last year of high school; the other students were mostly eighteen, and they didn't appreciate his intelligence.

Charles had learned to control his mind, and never read the teachers or his peers for information that should be kept private. There were only four occasions where he slipped up during his high school experience, and all four were some of the most traumatic of his life.

It was September 8th and he had only been in school for two weeks, yet everyone knew who he was. Most would stare from behind locker-doors or out of the corner of their eyes. None would approach him, and certainly none would talk to him. Raven, who was a year younger than him, a mere fourteen, was at her school three blocks away. He could hear her, and even talk to her if she weren't busy, but it wasn't the same as having company. So, no matter how futile, he was always searching for friends. He was in his English class when he first met Chris. Chris was a rather tall and chiseled football player. His eyes were crystal blue and his smile was nothing short of dazzling. Charles had been surprised when Chris had offered to see a movie with him, but he was not going to turn down his one chance at social acceptance. But, in his excitement over finding a new friend, he could not control where his mind went. The next thing he knew, he was inside Chris' mind.

Fucking kid deserves it. It's not like I'll really hurt him… and even if I do who gives a fuck? He'll thank me one day. Yah… I mean… He'll realize how much a fucking know-it-all he is. He'll finally stop raising his hand and answering questions. He's so fucking full-of-himself. And he'll be so fucking scared he won't tell anyone I beat the shit out of him. I mean… who'd believe him? Yah. It'll be fine… and God! Nick will have to suck it. I'll get fifty dollars, and all I'm doing is helping some little fuck-up realize what he is.

Charles cancelled their plans before the end of the class and never spoke to Chris again.

It was December 15th, two weeks before the Christmas Formal when Charles realized his control would have to improve. He'd just asked out Martha Lune. She was a brunette with a fantastically curved body and emerald eyes of perfection. He'd found her irresistible for weeks, but only found the courage to ask her out under the pretence of a dance. He had bought her a bouquet of six scarlet roses, and had brought her a box of chocolates. The moment she'd opened her front door, her reaction triggered his mind.

Oh God. How could he ask me out? Of all people? Hayley told me I shouldn't talk to him. Goddamnit. Now I have to look like the bitch. But seriously? Did he think he could ask me out? He's like twelve!

Before she could shoot him down Charles had apologized, said he had the wrong house and hurried away before she could answer. That made two people he never spoke to again.

January 18th was the first day after Winter Vacation that Charles had a Chemistry class. His teacher was Mr. Andrew Norton. Professor Norton was incredibly gifted in his field and had often spoken to Charles outside of class about the sciences. They had a great many interests in common and Charles found himself at ease while speaking to him. This was one of Charles' only friends at the school, and he wished that didn't have to change. One day, during a particularly grueling lab assignment, Charles had let his mind wander as his hands mixed the chemicals. He would regret that decision for the rest of his life.

God… I'm such an awful person. I need to stop this. But he's so adorably sexy. Every time he looks up through those lashes… stop it. Not during class… we don't want that again now do we? Hah. Now I have a problem; and he's just sitting there with his gorgeous body, and his tight little ass. Oh God, what it would be like to de-virginize Charles Xavier. Ohhh. Stop! Jesus Christ man, you're in the middle of teaching a class, a hard-on wouldn't look very professional now would it? It'd look rather professional in his moist little mouth… Wow, I'm pretty awful when I'm horny.

Charles stopped listening to the thoughts there, and he stopped coming after class to see his favorite… used to be favorite… teacher. They never spoke outside of the classroom the rest of his time at the school.

May 24th at 2:55pm Charles was done running in his physical education class and joined the rest of the boys in the locker room. He preferred to shower alone, but he had to hurry home tonight for a dinner party and knew he'd have to give up his comforts today. He slowly shed his sweaty garments and padded over to the showers. Standing under the steaming water Charles didn't even notice his mind wandering until he found it settled upon the thoughts of a rather tall and menacing boy standing several yards to his right.

I thought he'd never take a shower in here. So small… but wow… he's definitely not small where it counts. We're the last people in here… and I think… no I can't. But, I need to. I think I'm going to today. He'll like it. Maybe not at first, but he'll get there. Charles is so fragile, he needs someone like me to take control over him. Goddamn I'll do it!

Charles quickly left the mind, and turned off his shower. He prepared to hurry to his clothes, but was blocked by the bigger teen. Without even a glance around he grabbed Charles by the shoulders and slammed him, stomach forward, into the tiled wall on his left. Seconds turned to minutes and soon an hour. When the hour was completed Charles was bleeding, and no longer a virgin. He'd been pawed over and ripped. He'd been cum on, and he'd been jerked off. Charles would never feel completely clean again. But, luckily for Charles, after a quick showering off, he never saw the other boy ever again.

All of that was many years ago. Now Charles was a Professor himself; Professor Charles Xavier, head of a group of mutants. He had met all of the friends he'd never had, but most importantly, Erik. He didn't know why, but even without reading the man's mind, Charles was sure Erik had never had a nasty thought about him. Never wanted to hit him, never thought he was too young to be a professor, never lusted after him, never… looked at him that way. They were best friends, and Charles needed that. To be protected.

Charles had become quite famous within the scientific community. He had graduated top of his class when he was only twenty years old. He had with him all sorts of degrees and prestigious awards. There had been a banquet in his honor, and all of the scientific greats of the area had attended. One of these had been Professor Norton who, after Charles had left the school, had written a paper that became the talk of the town. The two had begun to talk, and Charles had gotten over the thoughts he'd heard so many years ago. By the end of the night he was disappointed in himself for over reacting so harshly, and he even apologized to Professor Norton for being so rude to him years ago. Norton then told Charles to call him Andrew, and accepted the apology without any inquiries into why Charles had done so.

The banquet lasted late into the night and by the end Andrew and Charles were both quite drunk. In a stupor Charles phoned Erik and asked him to pick them up. Andrew began to protest, saying he could drive, but Charles laughed heartily and told him they were to be picked up shortly and taken to his place. Charles was so drunk he didn't notice the looks of lust he was receiving from Andrew.

Erik found Charles and Andrew with their arms on the other's shoulders on a brick wall. "Ah Erik!" Charles had shouted into the darkness, "over here ol' chum!" Erik had laughed at the hammered Charles, but found himself rather uneasy about Andrew, who kept turning to Charles almost hungrily. He almost forced Andrew to find a cab, but Charles came up to him and gave him a bear hug, whispering a thanks sleepily. Erik found he could do nothing but take the two back to the mansion.

A/N- Okay, so I know this is really short and really stupid, but I'd really appreciate some reviews. Tell me what I'm doing wrong! PLEASE!

If you want to give me some suggestions on where the story should go, then message me (but I have some pretty big plans for Andrew… I'm sure you can figure out what).

Don't be disappointed, there will be some Erik/Charles in later chapters. I'm not sure how many chapters there'll be, but I'd really appreciate some reviews before I continue.