Author's Note: Hello everyone! I have decided to continue this thanks to the reviews from , Dreamcreator, and AyameRose. You three are awesome and this is dedicated to you three *bows* Anyways this chapter Erik and Charles seem a little OCC, but that will change. They're still adjusting to everything so yea...The rating will be T until I get a little more brave with these two. I don't have a beta! I don't own Marvel of any of Stan Lee's characters! I don't make money from this! Have fun and enjoy!
Chapter 1: The New Morning
~~~~~~~~~~~ A Few Months Later ~~~~~~~~~
Everything was quiet and still as the pre-dawn sky brightened with the rising rays. The sun ran across the green hills and gardens that surrounded the European styled X-Mansion. Rays of the light filtered through the large bay windows, lighting the bedroom and its occupants. The room was large, much too big for just two people. Beautiful dark oak lined the floors and ran up the tall walls. There was a grand marble fireplace with embers dying in its cold iron baskets. Thick rugs covered the floor; tapestries covered the walls. All three of those things working together to keep the chill of winter's icy tendrils at bay. On one entire length of the wall, was a row of clear bay windows that resembled the famed Hall of Mirrors at Versailles (without the gold of course). One side of the opulent room had enormous bookshelves that were built into the walls, they were still enough room for extra shelves, and yet the occupants continued to overfill the stuffed cases. Scattered around the room there was comfy chairs made for the perfect nap, but these have never been used.
Up against the opposite wall of the bookshelves was two desks; one tidy and neat, the other spilling with papers and metal trinkets. The grandest part of the room was the canopy bed. It lay on the opposite wall of the windows of death (as a certain metal manipulator called them.) The bed was big enough to fit at least ten people. Piles upon piles of feathered down duvets were cleaned and stacked on the bed daily, not to mention the mountain of pillows fluffed against the headboard. If one wasn't careful the bed would literally eat you alive. This didn't concern the two that used the bed; actually they loved it. The thick, fluffy blankets caused them to dip towards each other on some occasions.
Erik Lehnsherr groaned as the bright rays of sunlight hit his uncovered face. He tugged the heavy duvet over his head, to hide from the penetrating rays. We really need some curtains for those damned things! Or maybe use the fucking curtains on this bed for once! He thought with a growl. Long thin fingers reached out towards the middle of the bed to reach out and gain warmth from his favourite brunette. Those fingers landed limply on cold blankets. The shock traveled up a branded arm to alarm Erik that something was not right. Blood shot, blue eyes shot open and scanned the area that was supposed to be filled with a British telepath. He quickly sat up, panic rising in his chest and blocking out his normally rationally mind.
"Charles!"
Erik shouted, his voice nearing hysterics. He never acted this way, but what happened on the beach and what happened afterwards had left the German paranoid whenever Charles wasn't in his sight. He quickly tossed the heavy duvets off his near nude form, planted his feet on the cold wood floor, and frantically searched their large room. He noticed that his wheelchair wasn't in the room, and that seemed to set him off much worse. Bad scenarios started going through his mind. What if he tried to get some drink and got stuck? What if he fell? What if he got kidnapped?! The CIA could've taken him! Of course if Charles were in any of these situations, he would've called for help, but in Erik's terrified mind that thought didn't occur.
Towards the back of their large room in the built in bathroom, a sound followed by a soft curse caught Erik's attention. His head snapped in that direction and he walked towards the slightly open door; an envelope opener flew from his desk and into his hand as he moved closer to the door. Erik pressed his bare back to the wall beside the bathroom door, preparing himself for the ambush. Erik nudged the door open more with his foot, gripping the opener tighter. Muscles tensed, heart rate rapidly beat against his chest, and beads of sweat formed on his forehead as he moved into attack mode. He could hear whoever was in the bathroom suddenly stop moving. The familiar wave of Charles entering his mind, caused Erik to freeze.
"Erik? Is that you outside the bathroom door?"
The German brunette's body completely went limp with relief at the sound of the Brit's sweet accented voice flutter through his mind. The envelope opener flew back to Erik's desk causing some of the papers to fall off. Erik entered the bathroom looking at Charles with a stern look, but it was soon erased and replaced with lust when he saw the Brit's situation. Charles was sitting on the floor with no pyjama trousers on, and because he slept with no pants that meant his lower half was completely nude with his useless legs sprawled out in front of him. His wheel chair was somehow stuck behind the door. Erik had no idea how any of this happened, but the story had to have been interesting.
Charles looked up at Erik looking sheepish, his watery blue eyes filled with embarrassment. He didn't notice the second look that came into his German's eyes.
"Well you see..I can explain all of this. I had some pain, and after it went away I couldn't go back to sleep. Then I had to use the loo, and I really did try to wake you! But you only snored louder and wouldn't even budge so I had to come do this myself. I tried to close the door, by my chair managed to get it stuck behind the door. I removed my sleep trousers, and had to drag myself over here…Now with you standing there isn't making things any better!"
Charles pale cheeks was flushed by the end of his explanation, and he was looking down to avoid Erik's cold, stern eyes. Charles didn't see those normally cold eyes become soft and fill with guilt; all thoughts of lust quickly leaving his mind. Erik sighed, and bent down to pick up the light Brit. He had lost a lot of weight with the months he was stuck in a hospital bed. Amazingly though, the muscles in his legs hadn't completely deteriorated. The doctors that maybe Charles could walk again, but that was wishfully thinking and they didn't focus on that.
Erik carefully carried Charles back to their bed and sat him down on the edge, then went to retrieve his trousers. Erik sat on his knees, tenderly placing Charles' legs into the trousers. His rough, calloused palms sliding against the smoothness of Charles legs as he guided the trousers up.
Charles watched a little breathlessly. Just because he didn't have feeling in his legs doesn't mean he don't remember what Erik's hands felt like against his sensitive thighs. His red cheeks flushed a little more brightly, a shiver went down his damaged spine. For the first time Charles noticed Erik's state of undress. He was only in a pair of tight black boxer-briefs that outlined a piece of anatomy perfectly, that made the Brit's blood run hot. Charles watched ever muscle in his back and arms flex and grow taught at every movement.
Erik stood up when he was finished dressing his beloved. He noticed the brunette's state and frowned in concern. Maybe he had too much exertion for one day. Erik thought with worry. He saw the tremor that ran through Charles' body, and decided that he would stay in bed for the rest of the day. He lifted the light weight of the dead legs, then tucked them under a light duvet. Charles pouted when he noticed what Erik was doing. He was way too horny at the moment with Erik looking the way he did. They hadn't done anything in almost a year!
"Erik..I don't want to bed. I'm ok, I just need you." Charles winced at the desperation that laced his voice. He hated when he sounded like some pathetic girl that couldn't keep her legs closed. Erik looked at Charles with amusement sparking in his darker hued eyes, a hint of lust coming back as well.
"I'm sorry Professor, but you're stuck in bed for the day. Maybe if you're good and listen to me for once, I might make an exception." A slight smirk graced the usually frowning lips of Erik. Charles nodded a little too eagerly and settled into against the wood headboard. Erik only chuckled slightly and went back to the bathroom to retrieve Charles' chair. He placed it back next to their bed within in Charles' reach. Erik leaned down and placed a light feather kiss against the plump red lips of his telepath. Before the Brit could make much more entertaining the German pulled away with a much larger smirk.
"Sorry you've had enough excitement for one day.." Erik winked and stood straight. Charles glared up at him. Sorry my ass..Charles thought with disdain. Their teasing came to and end when a knock sounded at their door. They both looked at each in confusion. They weren't expecting anyone appointments, and it was much too early for one of the children to be awake.
Erik pulled on a handy pair of slacks, and a black turtleneck that was sprawled on the floor. He carefully walked to the door then opened it. His eyes narrowed slightly at who was at their door.
"How the hell did you get in?!" The metal manipulator asked with barely concealed anger. The mysterious intruder just scoffed, pushed Erik out of the way, and entered the room without invitation.
"You invited me here. I thought I might finally check this place out…" The mutant settled into a chair then looked at the enraged face of Erik Lehnsherr, and the calm calculating face of Professor Charles Xavier.
"So are you two going to welcome me to the family or not?"
AN2: Another cliffhanger! All the chapters may or may not end this way, just a heads up. Can any of you guess who it is? If you can you all will be mentioned in the next chapter's AN! Best of luck guessing! I hope you like this chapter! Have a good night/day! A Bien tot!