"What on earth happened!" Charles asked frantically of Frost, who accompanied Azazel.
"We were led into a trap. One of Shaw's followers..." She answered calmly. "-I didn't know Shaw had other connections besides us. Other rogue mutants who worshiped him I guess.."
"But you were there! You could have done something!"
"We were caught off guard at the time, Erik went alone to confront Shaw's 'fan-club'... I'm actually quite disappointed he was willing to try diplomacy."
Charles' eyes widened at the word. 'What Raven said was true...'
He let out a shaky breath. 'Diplomacy? Erik?' He felt relieved yet surprised. Possibly in the best of ways.
Erik's vision faded in and out as he tried to blink away the haziness. He looked at the ceiling above him. Familiar lights, old-English decor...
It's been a long while, but he still recognized the place he was in. 'The infirmary?' . He was in Charles' house. He felt an uncomfortable pressure on his side. He felt the bandages wrapped around the deep gashes from some shape-shifting fucker. 'That's going to take a while to heal.' He didn't let his mind wander farther than that. Too tired to truly assess the situation, just enjoying rest for the first time in what seemed like ages. He felt safe. comfortable... home.
"Erik..." He heard in his head. His eyes snapped open as he put painful effort into sitting up and scanning every corner of the dimly lit room. How long has he been out for?
'You're awake, I'm glad! the voice continued in his head.
"Charles?" He called out into an empty room. He observed his surroundings, the mansion hasn't changed at the least.
"I'm here Erik. I couldn't believe my ears when Hank told me that you were here." there was a sound of nervous laughter in his head. "You... your really back, here I thought I was going mad~"
"Charles, where are you?" he asked sternly, sounding on the verge of panic. The feeling of isolation was creeping in fast.
He swung his legs off the infirmary bed, hissing in pain when he stood up.
"Charles-" he tried again.
"...If I saw you, I didn't think that I would be able to say anything... I was just... so nervous- I wouldn't know what to say-"
"You don't have to-... say anything- I want to see you." he walked with unsteady steps.
It was cold, quiet and way too empty in that room, it almost made him feel sick, like the years he spent as Shaw's lab rat.
The thought made his stomach lurch.
"Erik... You're badly injured. You need your rest."
"Damn it! I'm fine, Charles. Just answer me- where are you!"
Charles' chose not to answer. He was familiar with Erik's rebellious nature, he expected as much. But he didn't want to risk the man's health... On top of that, his mind was too occupied with things...
Charles sighed.
Oh, what the hell- truth is that what he really didn't want to deal with was seeing Erik. He wouldn't be able to control himself. Too many unanswered questions, too many emotions- it was too risky... It's only been a few days since Erik first arrived in his mansion- barely conscious- but it felt like a mere hours- Possibly because he couldn't get much sleep; too consumed in his thoughts. And now that Erik was awake, he had half a mind to rush down to meet him... It would kill him, but he had to wait. He distracted himself from his thoughts, taking a quick glance out the window from his study room to see the sun slowly disappearing out of view behind the forest of trees. It was quite calming, the blend of yellow and orange hue beyond evergreen. Serene and peaceful... As it has always been. He was startled out of his thoughts when the door burst open.
"Haven't changed a bit, have you?..."
Erik's breathing was labored as he leaned on the door of the study.
"Erik..." Charles breathed. It felt like snapping out of a lucid dream.
The room fell into silence as the sun gave off it's last effulgence. The light cast a glow behind Charles, softening his features. The last rays of sunlight streaming through his messy hair making his auburn hair shine like gold. Erik couldn't remember a time when he saw something so stunning.
Perfection...
Charles cast his eyes towards Erik's bandages. "You never listen..." he said softly in disappointment.
"After all this shit you pulled-you come back when you nearly killed yourself!" he scoffed.
"-The things your putting me through, Erik!" Charles felt like he was going hysterical
"-and your just going to stand there!"
Erik didn't budge, he watched his dearest friend vent out his frustrations.
"Look at me- I'm going insane with worry and-and I don't even bother to know why!" Charles' voice was quivering.
"Just leave me be..." he finally managed; Biting his lips, eyes stinging as he swallowed his pride.
Erik couldn't take it any longer.
'Fuck this!' he paced over to Charles and gripped his shoulders, planting his lips on Charles' bitten ones. Hoping to god that Charles would accept his 'apology'.
Charles was too startled to react and only gasped as a warm tongue slipped into his mouth. The hands gripping him were all too nostalgic- intense heat melting away the coldness of shock. He let himself get carried away.
The wall he built up for so long- it came crashing down... The dam was broken. All those months of pent-up emotions, feelings. It was like a drug. Too intense, suddenly flushing the whole world in vibrant colors, warmth- he groaned weakly into the kiss. He was furious, frustrated and yet so relieved-emotions just conglomerating and shoving themselves into his chest so hard it hurt.
"Forgive me, Charles..." Erik managed.
When his eyes fluttered open, he saw a dark glint behind Erik's half-lidded gaze. 'About damn time!'
The hands gripping his shoulders started sliding lower and lower. Charles' flushed into a brilliant red color. "Erik... what are you doing?" he whispered though his head was spinning as if he were drunk.
Erik's hand dipped below and grabbed his ass.
"Erik!" he squeaked. Erik chuckled. 'The bastard!'
"So you can't feel your legs... But you can still feel this. that's good news..." Erik's voice sent shivers across his skin.
He felt himself being lifted off his wheelchair and walked backwards to the book-case behind him. His arms instinctively wrapped around Erik's neck. His back hit the shelves hard enough to shake the dust off of the ancient books.
"What are you-." He felt Erik's breath on his neck, inhaling and exhaling slowly.
"-You have no idea how much I missed this..." Erik whispered hotly into Charles' ear.
He was about to protest when he felt Erik stagger slightly, putting more weight on him.
He almost forgot that he was injured; too caught up in the moment.
"E-Erik wait!-" Erik groaned in frustration.
"We have to stop- your hurt-" Erik's eyes lowered dangerously, taking on an almost pitch-black color.
Charles' shivered, that same look would have struck terror in anyone else, but instead- it left him' feeling weak and near-embarrassingly submissive.
"You don't understand... I've waited long enough, Charles." He experimentally ground his hips between the Telepath's legs.
"FUCK!" Charles groaned far too loudly.
"-And as I see it, you want this as much as I do..." Erik whispered hotly, smirking in victory.
"Erik... please..." he caught his breath. His own voice sounded so pathetic to him. "-Not after until you've healed."
Turning down sex was in-par with the biggest sacrifice he's ever made in his life. If his common-sense was a person, he'd shoot it immediately.
He expected Erik to dismiss his protests regardless, and in truth, a small part of Charles almost hoped for it to be that way-
Before Erik could lean in, Charles' heard the sound of Hank running through the hallway.
-The door must have still been open for the young mutant ran in too soon. It was without a warning.
"Professor! Erik's gone from the-"
"-Whoa!-Geez!..." If Hank wasn't so damn blue, he'd be as red as a beet.
Erik chose to ignore the intrusion and leaned in on Charles who only pushed him away- in shock of embarrassment.
"The fuck!", Erik growled in disappointment. He closed his eyes; finally giving up as he used his abilities to draw the wheelchair to him.
He sat his lover back down, who was looking like he wanted to crawl under a rock and die. It would have been adorable if he hadn't felt so damn 'deprived'.
Cut and dry, he wanted to murder somebody...
"-I see you found him! Wonderful! I'm already leaving..." Hank turned and walked out.
"Hank-wait!" Charles called out.
He turned out into the hallway to see the mutant already disappearing from view.
"I'm not telling anyone! Don't worry-Just avoid too much physical strain and change his bandages!" He heard Hank yell down the hall.
Charles sighed, rubbing his temples in stress. How to explain this...
"Charles." He heard Erik call.
Shit, onto the second issue...
He felt his wheelchair moving all on it's own, dragging him back into the study.
Erik slammed the door shut by it's metal knobs. The room was dead quiet once more though far darker and colder...
Charles turned to face the Metal-Bender.
"Erik, you heard Hank. We can't-" Charles struggled for the right words. "-'you-know', until you get better."
"Charles, there are other ways..."
"Oh?"
He watched Erik walk closer.
Erik grinned wickedly before kneeling down in front of him.
Charles looked down to see the metal buckle of his belt unfastening on their own.
'-Oh...!'
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