A/N: HELLO! So this is my first ever X-Men: First Class fic! I'm just getting started on everything. Please leave me reviews! Let me know what you think cause I have NO idea where this is going! This is a Charles/Erik fic. Don't like, don't read. ;) Kinda short, but like I said, its just a start. Thanks for reading!

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Charles POV

In my defense Erik started this weird little family that night. For countless nights at a time I would hear Erik screaming, moaning in his sleep. Sharing his nightmares which seemed to be more like memories, I felt tears spill from my own eyes.

After dinner one night, Erik sent the students into the kitchen to clean up and invited me to a late night game of chess. Coffee in his cup, tea in my own and I was winning the game so far. "So are you going to tell me what's wrong?" I asked as I took out his bishop.

Erik concentrated on the board for a while before he took out my rook. "Thanks for asking instead of reading my mind." He looked up at me, taking a sip of his coffee.

The game was abandoned in my mind. I concentrated a bit on his mind, not wanting to read it fully. That would be a disrespect to my friend since he asked me countless times to stay out of his head. Though I've broken my promise by sharing his dreams. "You have a request. What is it?"

Gulping the last of his coffee and setting the cup aside Erik folded his hands. I began taking a drink from my tea as he spoke. "Will you sleep with me tonight?" He asked.

Now a spit take normally isn't something I would do. Though it is a natural reaction to shock. Sadly, that is what I did. Accidental of course. Tea was now spilled on the chest board and some even fell on a not so enthusiastic looking Erik. Grabbing the napkin on the table, I attempted to clean up the mess. Erik grabbed the napkin from my hand and shooed me back to my seat. I took a breath to calm my nerves before I spoke. "Truly sorry about that. Pardon me, what did you ask?" I could hear the shaky edge to my voice.

Once Erik had wiped himself clean he gave me his best irritated look. "Not like that you little tea drinking twit!" He threw the napkin at me. "What I mean is I need you." He paused. "Your help!" Erik raised a hand to his face and sighed.

Wanting to be rid of this awkward aura, I went against myself and entered his mind. With a sigh of relief I nodded. "You wish for me to calm your mind as you sleep."

He nodded. "I am tired Charles. Tired of seeing my past. Tired of the nightmares."

I nodded in return. I shared only a portion of his pain. Having seen his mind one too many times, I was cursed to bare his pain of my own accord. "I will do it." I told him. He looked at me in thanks.

It didn't matter what the situation of us sleeping in the same bed would look like. Though it did run through my mind. No matter. This was a friend who was in need of my assistance. In need of my help. So of course I agreed to the terms.

Just a friend in need of some help. So why is it that now two months later, I find myself still in his bed as my hands trace the outline of his bare chest. His strong muscular arms which were holding him up right above me. His lower body against my own, heat emitting from the both of us, and his lips against my own.

Later Erik will resort to blaming me. No reason, just that it was my fault. Maybe I gave more signs. Every phrase sounded wrong to me now. I would constantly get jittery and stumble over my words in a flush, trying to back up something no one knew about. That is not the type of person I am, which probably gave everyone signs that something was going on. I knew it when Raven asked me for the first time what was on my mind. Usually I ask her. I knew then that I needed to pull it together and for a while, I had managed.

Then one night at dinner I was lecturing Alex because he continued to bully Hank. This was a constant thing and these two getting into it as I tried to teach them was becoming quite stressful. I turned to Erik for backup which he did not give. Erik simply turned to Alex and told him to stop it, then continued eating his meal. I glared at him and he shrugged his shoulders, taking a ripping bite of his bread roll.

We began bickering at each other about the situation when Alex yelled that he did not sign up for two fathers. Of course I was completely caught of guard and happened to be sipping my wine. Sadly Erik was the receiving point of another spit take. His glare burned into me, but I ignored him and looked to Alex. "Sorry?" I questioned.

Alex placed his fork down on the table. "I didn't mean it like that. I love it here, but I always get the shitty lectures. I mean, did you see what Sean did to the second floor windows?" He leaned back in his seat.

"Language please, thank you." I said as I grabbed the napkin on my lap and began drying Erik off. To my amazement he did not protest or stop me. "And yes Alex, I did see the second floor. However Sean's actions were accidental due to training. You on the other hand bully your fellow classmate."

Alex folded his arms and looked down. "See, you lecture me as though you're my father. The both of you do."

"That may be so Alex." I began. "However Erik and I are the adults here. So like any adult or parent, we will care for you and if discipline comes into account it will be given."

"Yeah, and by me." Erik said, finally in my defense but with a sly smile at the students. "I actually like the thought of being in complete authority of you all. Like Alex said, as a father figure."

The students watched us, quite. Raven played with her food and smirked. "If we have a father, we'd need a mother. It'd be nice to feel loved as a daughter for once."
Sean nodded. "I haven't had parental guidance ever since my family found out I was different."

My mind was going back and forth. Indeed they all wished to have that type of affection, but it was Raven's mind that stopped me. "No Raven." I spoke to her through her mind.

She looked at me and frowned. "Why not Charles? I see the way you look at each other. I've known you practically my whole life and I've never seen you look at anyone that way." She spoke these words out loud. Now everyone was watching our half vocal conversation.

"It'd be weird. No." I told crossed her arms. The conversation died as we all finished our meals. And it would have remained dead and my secret would have still been just that, a secret, if Erik hadn't finished his meal before me. He watched me eat and purposely kicked my chair so my soup spilled over my lips and onto my shirt. "Erik?" I half yelled. I don't really like to raise my voice.

Erik smiled and took his napkin. "A little pay back from the wine." He said and dabbed my shirt. I tried to take the napkin from him, but he smacked my hand away, causing me to blush since everyone's eyes were on us. "I've got it Xavier." He continued to slowly dabbed at my shirt then up to my neck.

My blush deepened and I looked down. "Could I get the napkin to wipe my mouth please?" I didn't want to look up at anyone, especially Erik. I knew he was enjoying this and had a certain smile on his face.

"I can do it." He said, he placed the napkin on my chin and forced me to look up. Then his lips were on mine. I was in a state of shock and didn't move or anything as he licked up the spilled soup around my mouth. "There." He said as he pulled back and sat in his chair comfortable. Everyone's eyes were on me. Not Erik, the one who spilled the soup and made the first move to kiss me. No, their eyes were on me and I was speechless.

That was the day Erik and I became out in the open. And the next day everyone started calling him 'dad'. Would you like to guess what they called me? Yes, they called me 'mom'. It irritated me greatly, and Erik laughed at me for it. Raven was the culprit behind it, but after a while it didn't bother me. It doesn't bother me now. A full six months later. Thus my conclusion that Erik is to blame. He started this family. Though I thank him. I've never been happier.