Ch. Four
Revenge
Charles sat awkwardly in one of the plush armchairs in Erik's room, fuming. His erection was beginning to ebb as he waited for Erik, who was rummaging around in the bathroom.
"Erik, you are aware that I didn't actually injure my ankle, correct?" Charles sighed exasperatedly.
Erik's chuckle carried from the other room. "I am well aware," he replied as he emerged, bandages in hand. "But the others are not, and I know you don't want to destroy the ruse." He grinned at Charles. "Besides, I could never refuse the opportunity to dote on you." He knelt at Charles' feet, his eyes never leaving Charles' face.
Charles' breath caught in his throat as he watched Erik remove his shoe and sock. Erik caressed Charles' leg as he pushed his slacks out of the way, and Charles' aching erection quickly returned.
"Its not my desire to ruin your reputation, Charles," Erik purred as he wrapped his ankle. "If only you wouldn't fight me." His eyes sparkled.
Charles eyed him disparagingly and replied, "You don't seem too concerned with my reputation. And I'm afraid I'll continue to 'fight' you so long as you persist with these ridiculous perversions."
Erik looked up and concern flashed over his features. It happened so quickly, Charles couldn't be sure he even saw it. But then Erik grinned in amusement and scoffed. "You'll never learn, will you?" He pulled the bandage taut and secured it, then ran both hands up Charles' legs and down his thighs until they were almost brushing Charles' groin.
Charles sucked in a breath of air, his cock straining at his pants. He rocked his hips into the touch, biting his lip and savoring the sensation. Even though Erik had tested his resolve today, Charles still wanted him desperately.
"You'd love to force me to suck you off right now, wouldn't you? But you won't. You won't, and . . . I appreciate that." His feral smiled softened.
Charles was almost swayed until Erik removed his hands and clambered onto his lap, bracing his hands on either side of Charles' head. He ground down onto Charles' groin and laughed when he felt Charles' cock twitch.
Charles pushed himself back into the chair as much as possible in an attempt to maintain control of the situation, renewed frustration written all over his face. "This really is a game to you, isn't it?" And though he continued to fight, he could feel his resolve weakening as his erection pressed against his lover.
"A game that I will win," Erik smirked, his face inches from Charles'. His breath ghosted over Charles' lips, and it took everything Charles had not to lean forward and capture them with his own. He longed for the bruising pressure and the rasp of Erik's stubble. His lust-filled eyes were riveted to Erik's, but he did not close the distance between them.
Erik leaned back and grinned. "You're so willful, Charles." He climbed off and returned to the bathroom.
Charles' head lolled back as he heaved a great, if slightly trembling, sigh. "I could say the same for you," Charles finally called. He huffed when Erik did not respond and tried to retie his shoe, but the plug and his erection prevented him. He heard Erik's footsteps and looked up, only to have his mouth gape open in shock. "Erik, where in heaven's name did you find that wheelchair?"
Erik didn't respond, averting his eyes and whistling in an attempt at nonchalance.
"Please don't tell me you conjured it out of my bathroom fixtures."
"Not yours, and . . . only the unused ones."
Charles ran his hands through his hair and shook his head in disbelief. "And you expect to roll me out of here in it?"
"We must continue the ruse, Charles," Erik replied matter-of-factly, "Lest the others become suspicious."
Charles glared at Erik.
Erik smugly wheeled a bitter and sulking Charles into the drawing room in the shiny new wheelchair. Everyone cheered his return; Charles sighed in apparent discomfort and embarrassed frustration.
"Where'd you find the wheelchair, Erik?" Raven asked over Charles.
"Oh . . . Around," Erik replied, peering down at Charles, who rolled his eyes.
Raven dropped it.
Mr. Burch sidled up next to Charles; Charles huffed inwardly, not looking forward to the inevitable advice he was about to receive. "Mr. Xavier-"
Charles didn't want to be here. He didn't want any advice. He wanted Erik to fuck him already. He was too flustered to bother being polite.
"I've heard of a sprained ankle remedy involving a cup of frozen water, a towel, and rubbing."
Charles pinched the bridge of his nose. Erik laughed openly, hunched over in his mirth with only the wheelchair to hold him up.
"O mein Gott! Das ist lächerlich!"
Erik, what's the German for "Control yourself?"
Erik suddenly straightened, his laughter cut short, and looked at Charles. I . . . I never thought of that.
Of what? Showing some restraint? For what felt like the first time all day, Charles let out a chuckle.
Er, nothing. Nevermind. Erik paused before awkwardly walking away.
Charles stared after him, weighing the pros and cons, before pushing into Erik's mind as stealthily as possible. He felt nothing but unbearable arousal.
Erik made his way to the globe bar, keeping his back to everyone. He was semi-hard and doing his best to keep it from getting worse. He opened the globe and poured a tumbler of scotch, knocking it back in one gulp. He closed his eyes and savored the burn, focused on Charles' words. He'd never thought of Charles speaking German before, but now that it had come up, it was all Erik could imagine. It filled him with lust, Charles speaking his mother-tongue. As if Charles wasn't frustrating enough, now Erik had an even greater desire to fuck him. But he had to get this under control. He would not lose to Charles.
Charles could hardly believe his luck; Erik didn't notice the infiltration into his mind. Though, judging by the state of the man's arousal, perhaps he shouldn't be so surprised. It was a relief, honestly, to know that he effected Erik as much as Erik affected him. His face broke into a devious smile as he listened to his frantic thoughts. He slowly slipped deeper into Erik's unconscious, searching for the words that would grant him the upper hand.
Though Charles may have grown tired of niceties, he wouldn't allow himself to have poor form. He gallantly showed the parents of his newest pupils to the entrance and bid them a gracious farewell. "Please do not hesitate to visit. I truly appreciate your trusting me with your children. I will do my utmost to foster maturity and responsibility in them." Charles assured them. "I feel so much better knowing that Adam will have a place here. Somewhere he can really be himself. It isn't always easy in the city," confided Mr. Burch. "We'll be staying at the Riverside Inn for the week while Sophia settles in. I don't want to leave too soon. What time can we come by tomorrow?" asked Mrs. Lawrence.
"Oh, any time after breakfast will be fine."
During all of this, Erik stood silently next to Charles, still dwelling on his new-found fantasy. The parents shook his hand enthusiastically, but he only nodded curtly in response. His left hand gripped the handle of Charles' wheelchair, fingertips subconsciously brushing Charles' arm. Charles had never seen him so distracted.
After fretful goodbyes were said by the families, the last of the guests retrieved their coats and hats. They kissed their children and disappeared into the night.
'Well, I'm sure you've all had a long and trying day." I know I have. "Perhaps we should call the others to the dining hall and have dinner, hm?" Charles looked encouragingly at the children. "I suspect they are already waiting for us!"
Charles and Erik led the children to the dining room.
With the addition of the new students, the long rectangular dining table was almost full. Charles wondered where he was going to fit them all soon. The din of the children was pleasant as they continued to get to know one another. Charles smiled at them, then look down at the opposite end of the table. Erik was starting to return to normal, the distant look in his eyes almost gone. He talked to Conner affably as he ate. Sensing his gaze, Erik looked up at Charles. Their eyes met for a moment, but Erik quickly turned away. His thoughts had obviously not vanished completely.
Charles noted the children's enthusiasm and distraction over their food and their new peers and decided that now was an opportune time to exact retribution for Erik's earlier torments.
Charles looked directly at Erik and said aloud, "Sie können keine Geheimnisse vor mir, Erik. Ich höre ihr Gedanken. Alle von ihnen."
Erik's fork clattered loudly onto his plate as he looked up at Charles in pure shock.
Charles smirked and took a long sip of wine as he framed his next words carefully. "Möchten Sie hören meine Gedanken, Erik?"
Charles returned Erik's fiercely intense gaze as he showed Erik what tonight could hold. Sudden flashes of sensation enveloped Erik as Charles focused his attack on various regions of his body. Charles reminded him of lust-filled nights; his enveloping mouth and dexterous tongue bringing Erik to his peak; Charles crying out as Erik fills him; it was almost too much to bear. Erik could feel Charles' heat and pressure enveloping him, his lips as their breath mingled and heard his voice plead, "Bitte . . ." Charles looked nearly heartbroken as he stared into Erik's eyes. "Bitte, Erik."
Erik gripped the table until his knuckles turned white. He looked wrecked, broken, and could only manage to choke out, "Charles . . ." Charles knew he had won. They stared at each other in silence now, both overcome with longing.
The whole table watched the two of them in confusion and concern, and no one dared make a sound.
Finally, Erik hauled himself out of his chair. Lust and determination were etched on every inch of his face and he crossed the room in several long strides.
Charles tracked his movement with desperation in his eyes and threw open the bond forged between them. Longing. Hope. Love. Desire. All Charles', and they all slammed into Erik at once. He had no idea that Charles had held all of this back until this moment.
Erik's strides stuttered momentarily, but he forged ahead and hauled Charles out of the wheelchair and to his feet. His eyes pierced Charles' soul, and all the physical affection they could not display here and now was contained in his gaze.
Charles blushed ridiculously as Erik's thoughts raced across the surface of his mind. His hands began to tremble as he covered Erik's fingers with his own. "Ich brauche dich."
Erik gripped his hand, then turned and began to drag him bodily from the room, his eyes only seeing the door.
Charles looked over his shoulder at the room and his students. His eyes locked onto Raven. Don't ask.
"But Charles, your leg!" Raven exclaimed.
"Oh, imagine that! Its all better!" Charles replied. "Raven's in charge. Raven, assign rooms to the newest students and get everyone to bed by ten." Charles stumbled and felt his shoulder wrench slightly as the beast dragging him turned down the corridor.
Raven looked at all the students uncertainly. "So, um . . . Let's get you kids to bed!" She smiled with fake enthusiasm.
Once all of the children were safely tucked into bed, Sean, Hank, Armando, and Alex gathered around Raven.
"What the hell just happened?" Alex asked the group.
"I honestly don't know," Raven replied. "I've never heard Charles speak German before. I had no idea he even could!"
"That whole situation was very strange," Armando said.
"You don't think Erik's mad at the Prof, do you?" Sean asked.
"They have seemed tense all day," Hank replied.
Raven looked between them all with concern in her eyes. "Someone should check on them."
Alex, Armando, Hank and Raven all raised their hands, yelling, "Not it!"
Sean looked around in shock. "Aw, even Hank knew to do it?"
Alex sniggered at him, while the rest looked apologetic.
"But . . . Erik's going to kill me!" Sean exclaimed.
"No, you'll be fine. You just need to knock on the door and make sure they're not fighting," Raven assured him.
Sean rolled his eyes. "Fine . . ." He made it halfway down the corridor before turning around. "Oh come on!"
The rest of them hid behind a corner whispering, "Go, go, go!"
Sean stopped in front of the door and listened silently for a moment. He could hear shuffling and maybe some mumbling, but it was pretty quiet. Suddenly, he heard a large piece of furniture scrape across the floor and a door slam. He knocked hard on the door, worry overcoming his apprehension.
The room became dead silent, then heavy footsteps echoed loudly before the door was hauled open. Erik stood before him breathing fast, his shirt and hair rumpled, his face sweaty. He stared at Sean as if he could crush him with a thought, which he honestly could.
Sean managed to choke out, "I was just checking on the Prof. I heard . . . noises." He tried to peer into the room.
Charles appeared in the doorway, his jacket discarded and his shirt mostly unbuttoned. "Sean, everything's fine," he exhaled quickly.
"But . . . Are you sure?"
"Honestly, Sean, its fine."
"But I-"
"Get out!" Charles and Erik bellowed. Erik slammed the door in Sean's face. Sean stared at it bemusedly for a moment before turning to the others and shrugging, utterly confused and slightly frightened.
Raven had seen enough at that point. "Um . . . We should go to bed."
"Are you sure?" Hank asked, cocking an eyebrow.
"Very," Raven replied. "Let's just leave them be." With that, she left the others confused in the hallway.