Okay ch. 2 done, some more intimacy between Charles and Erik, but nothing of what's to come!
Charles POV
Charles was angry, sad, yet he forgave Erik. If the older man had known earlier he would've never left… would he?
Charles ignored the painful thought and relished Erik's closeness. He could feel the heat of Erik's hands on his back, he wished he could feel more… but that was impossible. Charles had no idea what to do next, he wanted him to caress his lips with his own, he deserved that much, but he couldn't bare the thought of losing Erik again…
Charles hands clasped around beneath Erik's shoulders.
"It's okay…" Erik managed, "I'm not leaving you ever again."
This startled Charles and caused his large blue eyes to widen in surprise.
"W…what?" He needed to hear it one more time so t could solidify in his mind.
"Never… again." Erik stated, and then gathered Charles in his arms and set him upright in his lap. Charles' face was burning with embarrassment; he wasn't quite sure what was going to happen until he felt the tug of the drawstrings on the back of the gown.
"I can't have everyone staring at you, and then wondering why I'm stealing you from the hospital." Erik smiled, enough for it to be real, but not the same one Charles had seen once Erik has moved that satellite in the past. His fingers nimbly tied the strings into perfect bows.
"What's going to happen now?" Charles stammered.
"Nothing and everything." Erik answered. Charles had no idea what he meant by that but all his thoughts were gone once Erik got up and pulled him against his chest.
"Hnnn…" Charles murmured once he realized how much Erik cared for him, he felt blind to it until now. Maybe something could actually happen between he and Erik, but he wouldn't test that theory for a long time.
Erik POV
Once Erik carried him to the Xavier mansion he noticed the changes. It took him a moment to remember that Charles had become a professor in the duration of his absence. He felt the brush of Charles' hair against his neck, teasing it with every gust of wind that swayed past them. Erik was determined to carry and walk him all the way home. Against Charles' wishes, Erik knew that wasn't an option.
Once they made it to the mansion, Erik unlocked the door with his magnetic touch with a slight stare, and they were inside.
Moria was furious…
"What the hell?" She snapped, "Charles what's he doing here and does he even have the right to just barge in unannounced?" She was quick to bite at his heels.
If you're fucking smart as you look, then you'll best get the hell out of my way…
Erik thought… projecting his anger quite well
"Erik!" Charles snapped him out of his internal threats. He cocked an eyebrow down at Charles' now reddening expression.
"Just take me to my room please?" Charles whispered.
Erik turned his back away from Moria as she quieted down and decided that it was no longer worth it.
Charles gripped onto Erik's brown leather jacket and leaned in and took a deep breath… leather and something like copper… He couldn't stop the tears that welled in his eyes.
Erik noticed and nudged open the door with his knee this time, and kicked it close behind him.
"I'm sorry Charles." He hugged him close, feeling the hot tears that rolled from Charles' face to Erik's neck.
"I let you down." Erik admitted as he placed Charles at the foot of the bed. Erik then got on his knees and knelt in Charles' lap.
He knew he didn't deserve anything after this, but if their friendship could make it through this then it could survive anything.
"I… I forgive you Erik Lensherr." Charles ran his hands through Erik's usually tamed hair, now completely disheveling it.
After this Erik had stiffened once he felt the heavy presence of Charles entering his mind again, surely not deep enough to know his true feelings, but to help him cope with the sudden loss he was feeling at the moment.
"I need to go to bed soon." Charles said.
"Yes… do you want some help?" Erik asked. He began undressing Charles before the telepath could say anything.
Erik gently tugged the cardigan away, followed by his shirt that fell from his shoulders in a gentle white cascade. Erik noticed the darker pink that graced Charles' cheeks, he didn't miss a single thing.
Charles gasped once Erik took his face in his hands and pressed his forehead directly to his own.
Erik felt the mental surge of power that emulated from the telepath, he gasped.
It was like a shimmering light splashing its brilliance in the total darkness of Erik's tormented mind.
"Ch… Charles…" Erik breathed, he didn't know how deep Charles planned to go, but Erik couldn't let him see the boy that had been stained with blood and tainted by Shaw.
"I… I can't!" Erik's mind called on his own power and shook the bed frame, causing Charles' mental grip to slacken.
"Sorry." Charles' eyes opened as he pulled away slightly, at least so he could look at Erik's face and try to decipher what was to happen.
Erik's hands waved and Charles watched as his belt buckle opened and his pants slid down his hips by the metal of his zipper. Then Erik stopped for a moment and saw that Charles was wearing black straps that traveled up his impeccably white socks and buckled together halfway up his calf.
Erik stared…
He shook the thought of how tantalizing he looked, clothed in those amazing strapped down socks, soft blue-toned underwear, and completely naked from the waist up. He sucked in a breath and knelt down and snatched up his pants and walked into the bathroom.
He was hard… nothing could've stopped it from happening.
"Fuck…" Erik moaned as he bit into the edge of Charles' black pants.
Once realizing what he was doing, he'd dropped the pants and saw his reflection.
He looked all around better, less gaunt, and haunted. He was fucking glowing for christsake…
But his eyes were brighter, more of a silver sheen rather than a gray-blue. His hand reached for his face and he realized he needed a shave, but he'd have to head back to a sleazy random hotel for that.
Somehow Charles picked at his surface thoughts and told him he needed him to stay.
Perfection…
Erik stood in the doorway and slid out of his jacket and toed off his shoes and pulled Charles up all in one motion and placed him under the covers.
"Thank you!" Charles beamed a huge smile.
This took Erik completely by surprise and he found himself flashing a brilliant smile in return. He hadn't a clue why, but Charles always brought out the best in him, or at least what little he had in him.
"Get in bed." Charles looked up with slightly pouting lips and big blue eyes that Erik logically couldn't resist, in was encoded in his DNA to never refuse this young man.
Charles POV
He eased himself under the covers and reached for the light.
Charles hands went immediately to Erik's neck and he found himself wrapping his own arms around Charles.
Then everything was blurry and hell broke open his mind, like it did every night.
Unfortunately tonight couldn't end in the bliss it seemed to have sustained until now. Erik's fists gripped the sheets as Charles was startled awake by the sobs coming from the man that lie next to him.
"Oh… oh no." Charles whimpered. He wasn't sure exactly how Erik had managed to silence his demons every night in the past, but now they were stretching out beyond infinity in front of his face. Charles wasted no time and leaned in and grabbed Erik's mind with both hands and entered his mind completely.
It was a maze of black and shards of dark unforgettable memories and bullets that broke across the darkness. Charles' eyes widened as he saw what Shaw had done to a thirteen year old Lensherr.
Not only did he take his childhood away, but his mother and his innocence.
Charles shouted at the wicked memories in Erik's mind, forcing the oil-slick blackness pale to a faded gray. The torrents of memories ebbed away and the sharp edges smoothed over once Charles reached for them. The black melted into the corners and receded and tucked themselves away for the tomorrow evening's nightmare.
Charles was alone…
He felt a heavy presence behind him and stared up into Erik's liquid silver eyes, he melted.
He could walk here…
Charles reached out for Erik and the larger man fell into his arms to the floor.
"It's okay Erik…I'm here now." Charles whispered.
Everything became foggy and then dissipated.
Erik was actually holding onto him, but much harder, clenching his teeth. Charles made the mistake of leaning in too close.
Erik sunk his teeth into the soft flesh where Charles' shoulder and collarbone met.
"Ahhh!" Charles moaned and closed his eyes and grabbed for Erik's turtleneck, but found nothing but hot skin beneath his palms.
Charles gritted his teeth as Erik slowly came back to and went limp against Charles.
No words were spoken; they knew they needed each other even more now.
Erik was exhausted and leaned into him. Charles could feel the feverish skin on his back and then the moist sheets from his heated nightmare…
No more…
Charles told him as Erik fell into a light slumber.
Erik POV
Erik could feel him in his dreams, tearing through his nightmares like a white knight with wings… This was the first night he'd slept without intoxicating himself to sleep.
Charles…
Erik brushed up against him and felt Charles' soft dark curly hair he inhaled deeply, relishing that cinnamon scent as sleep slowly ebbed away from his mind.
How do I even begin to tell you how much you've saved me from?
Erik asked himself.
His hands were around Charles midsection and he woke up stiff, he knew exactly why too…
Charles… Charles… Charles…
He pulled his sweaty palms from Charles it was now a flushed red from Erik's handprints. He'd been holding him all night.
His eyes glazed down Charles' back, smooth and flawless. He found his hand reaching towards it. Erik's hand was rather tanned against Charles' oh so pale skin that reddened under any stress, blushing, touching, and stress…
Then Erik saw the bite mark that was clearly his own doing…
His eyes widened as he saw the impression of straight teeth that were a deep purple and flared out a swirl of pink on the outside markings.
Oh no… what do I do? Erik thought.
Surely you remember that… Erik's fingertips reached for the sensitive flesh he'd bitten into. Charles moved slightly and backed closer into Erik.
Fucking cocktease… Erik snapped to himself, clearly feeling that intense arousal that heightened his senses. He continued to run soft barely there fingertips against Charles' skin.
Then Erik felt a pressure against his mind and he realized Charles had been awake for some time now.
Erik leaned in and kissed the tender flesh he'd worried between his teeth last night to make it less sore.
Erik, though feeling Charles in his mind knew he had to get up. Once up he went to the mirror and splashed cold water on his face and then grabbed another glass and splashed his front with it, especially his pants, where he needed the cold. He didn't want to spoil anything with Charles, not while he finally had him again.
Then he saw it…
Once half-turned he'd seen the deep scratches embedded in his back.
Whoa….
He hadn't been exactly sure how intense last night had gotten, but he shivered once his hand reached the first three. He broke skin, but it hadn't bled. His eyebrows rose as he struggled to see a full view of his back, they were long and slender, just like Charles was.
But he ran down the stairs, half dressed and he tore pots and pans from the cabinets with a little help from his power, yes cheating all the way.
He made scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and a blueberry muffin, all homemade.
He had to fight the kids off and escaped with his life and Charles' plate.
Erik couldn't fight the grin and he'd seen how hungry Charles had been.
He took the opportunity to share his thoughts with Charles.
"You know, I haven't really eaten much either since we parted." Erik admitted.
Charles POV
Charles patted the spot beside him on the bed and leaned in and pressed the fork into some toast and egg and brought it to Erik's mouth. His mouth opened and Charles watched thise perfectly straight teeth bite down on the fork.
He shivered slightly, remembering them when they were deep in the softest part on his neck.
They ate together and talked about what the kids were going to do about Erik's abrupt return.
"I think I know how to get your legs back." Erik told him.
Charles stiffened,
"How?" He stared in disbelief.
*To be continued* Reviews appreciated! There will also be some artwork available for this story on DeviantArt soon, look in Zaphora's profile soon.