Erik had, on occasion encountered the officers of the law since he became a hired professional killer. But it was usually during the aftermath of the murder, not when his target is still actually alive. He had used aliases and disguises; truly this was quite a feat because he leaves no trace of himself whatsoever after such events. No one remembers him. He had killed many people that he could barely recall them, but he does remember his first job. That was always memorable. Still, the current situation leaves him more shaken than he would ever acknowledge. There are three reasons why he was extremely compromised now. First, he wore no disguise this time. Second, he used one of his primary aliases, possibly allowing the police to track him. Third, a lot of people had become involved with him; from the household staff, Charles's solicitor friend, Darwin, to the constables that have come because he had invited them. The reason he wore no guise this time was due to the Intel that Charles was supposedly all alone; that the killing would have been quick and easy. Now he is in a predicament that will potentially endanger him, but not from the officers. No. The Brotherhood will be after him.

He had been in this household for two months now and every day that he delayed killing Charles, the brotherhood doubted his capability and his allegiances. Failing his mission was never an option. What does it matter that he had served them for years? He was torn apart by these thoughts and these feelings on the inside, but his greatest agony is Charles himself. Ever since he met the man, he could not understand why he had stayed his hand and did not kill him. The opportunity had always presented itself, but every time he looked into those bright blue eyes that seemed to look at him tenderly and mischievously at the same time, every time he saw Charles's charming face and every time he heard Charles's voice that spoke to him sometimes amiably, sometimes impertinently yet with some affection...he was drawn in, and he realized he did not want to 'cancel' his services just yet. Charles was also the first man that had ever kissed him. He recalled that heated moment in the study and how he wanted to delve into it, to explore Charles's body, to give in to the desire. He wanted to make sure no one would hurt Charles, but first, what to do with the Brotherhood and what to do to protect Charles?

He was seated before the constables, with all this internal turmoil and yet his face was deceptively calm and pleasant. The entire staff is in the room, along with Charles. The two constables who arrived were seated before them, asking the necessary questions. They are young and perhaps they are new to the service. They had introduced themselves as Constable Robert Louis Drake and Constable Saint-John Allerdyce. They all adjourned from the front hallway to the main parlour.

"Have you any enemies you can think of, anyone who might have any ill-intent towards you?"

The question came from Officer Drake; he has a kinder expression than his counterpart, officer Allerdyce, the other appearing rather bored.

"I can think of none whom I might have slighted. My previous profession is that of a teacher at Graymalkin, I'm sure you know of the school, and I have never had any enemies there. Students and Co-teachers alike are dear friends to me,"

"What of your current position?"

Charles shook his head.

"Currently I serve on the board of the school and I am a co-author of literary biographies, I work mostly here in the mansion; my only form of communication to the outside world is an exchange of letters. I have not taken leave from the estate as I am quite tied to a project that my colleagues and I need to finish post-haste. Boring, intellectual pursuits as you can see and there is no cause there for cultivating enmity,"

He smiled at Officer Drake. "And if you are thinking it may have something to do with my recent inheritance of a vast fortune and this mansion, I had thought of such a thing beforehand,"

"Oh, care to share your thoughts then?"Officer Allerdyce suddenly joined the discussion.

"My Uncle is Raphael-Raven Darkholme, I know very little of him other than he is a shipping and mining magnate, Actually I didn't even know we are related until his Solicitor, Kurt Wagner informed me of his demise, of natural causes, I was assured. To my knowledge, he had no heirs and since I was his last known relative, he bequeathed his wealth unto me. I had thought of the fact that he may have made enemies in his time and may have inadvertently bequeathed them to me as well,"

Charles crossed his legs together and had pressed the fingers of his left hand to his temple; his elbow settled onto the arm of the couch as he made the movement, the charming smile still on his face.

"But don't you think it would be too low of them to just send a mere rock my way? I would have thought they would send me a more lethal response, anything to deal upon me some immense bodily harm, perhaps an assassin even,"

Erik groaned inwardly. Charles was well aware of the danger to his life, but he seemed unconcerned with it. How was this possible?

"My theory is that there are no enemies... since I should have been dead by now and that the rock incident might have been caused by a prankster who chose to demolish the largest window of my estate just for kicks!"

Erik was mentally pulling at his hair at this point, agonizing over Charles's deduction. He was only alive now because his would be assassin refuses to kill him and wants nothing more than to kiss him and bed with him! He would have wanted it if Charles asked for more security, would have decided to go abroad or decide to leave the mansion altogether. But no-

"I am much obliged to you officers for making such an effort to attend to my well-being, but as you can see, there is no real threat here,"

Charles opened his arms out for emphasis. Officer Drake stood up.

"I am assured by your state of mind. Nonetheless, my colleague and I would I like to inspect the scene of the vandalism-"

"Of course, have you any more questions for my staff though?"

"None whatsoever,"

They inspected the damage in the study and had checked the copse of trees where Logan saw the 'Vandal'. They wrote their notes for their report and went on their way. Erik was cursing them silently as they left. He will have to think of a way to keep Charles safe then. Erik, Alex and Henry cleaned the study of the broken glass and got rid of the rock that Erik had 'planted' there as evidence. The glass was heavily damaged just by a mere 'bullet' because it was of a delicate make, but only he knew it was a bullet. Everyone immediately assumed it was a rock. Erik and Logan Boarded up the window temporarily. When everyone else had retired for the night and it was only Charles and Erik left in the library, Erik was actually proposing additional security, but Charles still refused, the blithe idiot. Charles may be an intellectual, but his carefree behaviour was extremely disturbing. Erik was angered by it yet did not know how to drive forth the urgency of the situation. He was always careful as to what expression he would like people to see upon his face; it kept them wondering...kept them in the dark and so he showed his master his calm demeanor. He left Charles shortly, trying to think of how he could keep him from harm; the question regarding what happened between them in the study had been put aside for the moment.

Charles woke up in the middle of the night feeling something was odd. He slowly got up, blinking his eyes and rubbing his fingers over one eye. One would appreciate the graceful, efficient way in which he slid off the bed and put on his slippers. He did not put on his night robe. He only had on his pale blue nightshirt. He quietly walked towards his door and pressed his ear to the wood. It felt as if someone was outside his door; a heavy presence and that was what woke him up. Oddly enough, it was not an unfamiliar presence. He opened the door silently, seeming to know what he was about to see and he was right. Erik was nodding off on a high-backed chair he had positioned to the left side of the door, his arms crossed in front of him, still in full uniform. And, it was dreadful cold in the hall. Why had he done this? Was it still because of the rock incident? Charles walked over to him and gently shook him.

"Erik,"He whispered quietly.

Erik stirred and opened only one eye, looking up at Charles. He closed his eye again, a faint blush creeping to his cheeks. Damn it. Charles was only wearing his nightshirt, and he could faintly see an outline of his body through it as the moonlight shone from behind him! He opened both his eyes this time, now he is riveted to the exposed hollow of Charles's neck and the way his eyes seemed to shine with its own blue light in the dim hallway.

"Erik, what are you doing here? Aren't you cold?"

"Oh you know me, I just felt like taking a stroll and sitting here all alone in the darkness, hoping for the possibility of catching pneumonia or lord knows what, Sir-"Erik said with his usual impudence.

Charles chuffed laughter at that. "How quaint that you manage such a retort in this condition!"

Erik visibly shivered and tried to control it.

"My only intention is that I may swiftly attend to one's disposal, Sir."

Charles giggled "Well what use are you to me if you are frozen and immobile in this chair? Get up from there and go to your room for God's sake!"

Erik was actually starting to feel warmth creep back into his body, just by looking at him. The gaze he was giving Charles was charged with heat and his dark thoughts. Charles saw this and he stopped laughing.

"Well since you are here, um, about what happened earlier-"Charles began.

"I don't regret it, Sir. Not one bit. But the question at hand is, do you regret it?"

Charles grew quiet; he looked away from Erik, his eyes going to the darkness beyond the window and the faint pin prick of stars in the distance. That same moonlight that had exposed his shape through the thin fabric of his clothing and shone upon his face.

Charles had no idea how beautiful he looked to Erik at that moment, his slight and small form drowned by his nightshirt, his throat and wrists exposed and his hair a mass of wavy brown locks that tumbled freely about, his damnably beautiful, azure eyes distant. There is also imperfection there, but made his beauty all the more enhanced if there is such a thing and a slight spray of freckles above the bump on his nose, nearly invisible in the milky light coming from the full moon. That slight bump on his nose made Erik want to kiss it.

"I...I don't know."He looked back to Erik, his eyes full of confusion.

"If there is cause to regret, it may be that I have hurt your feelings with such a poor response and I shan't lie to your face and say I did not like kissing you, but I did. Does that suffice as an answer?"

Erik immediately sprang up from the chair, he moved so quickly for his size and he grabbed both of Charles's wrists and kissed him hungrily in the dark hall. He brought Charles up against the wall, not breaking the kiss and started to grope for the other's behind. Charles's eyes widened in surprise and he tried to struggle against Erik's attack. Erik was pressing his hardness against Charles so he may feel it. He smiled against Charles's lips, his breath ragged and quick.

"I don't feel cold at all, Sir. Do I feel cold to you?"

Charles let out a gasp, overwhelmed, as Erik started to attack him with more urgent kisses and touching him through his thin nightshirt. God, Erik felt hard as a rock down there! It frightened him.

"Erik, stop it!" Charles cried out.

He tried his best to push Erik's face away, realizing that the other's ardour was driving him to the point of raping him. Charles started to beat at Erik's face and pushed hard at his chin.

"Get off me! You...you maniac!"

Erik stopped, his breathing laboured, his eyes looking hurt. Charles didn't think Erik would be this desperate for him. He gently reached for Erik's cheek, pressing his thumb to the other's parted lips.

"Shhh, softly now! No need for that!"He gave Erik's lips a quick kiss to soothe him.

"Listen to me, Erik. I said I do not know if I shall regret what has happened. I still feel ...confused. Give me some time to think; to understand our predicament."

And then he pulled away smiling."Besides, this is neither the place nor is this the moment to consummate our lovemaking."

Erik sighed in acceptance, trying to still the raging heat inside himself.

"Charles, you are such a tease,"Erik complained, pawing at Charles from behind again.

Charles laughed and pulled away from Erik.

"And you are an impertinent demon! Go and sleep, we will talk on the morrow,"

He backed away towards his room, giving Erik one final smile and then he closed the door. Erik sighed once more, pressing his head against the wall. Why all this talk of confusion, of being unsure? If Charles wanted him now, he would have invited Erik to his bed. Was he afraid of this somehow? He was not exactly being rejected, Charles did express that he liked being kissed by him. And, what he said last: ' this is neither the place nor is this the moment to consummate our lovemaking -', only meant that Charles did expect to be his lover. Erik brightened at this prospect. He went to bed that night full of a hopeful expectation and giddy thoughts of Charles.

"What in the world could be wrong with him?"

Moira and Angel were staring after Mr Lehnsherr as he carried the tea tray, he looked high-strung as he walked out of the kitchen; he had the air of a man who was expecting some terrible news. He had been nervous and clumsy that entire morning, breaking a dish for the first time and he dropped the whisk he was using to beat the butter several times, cursing repeatedly throughout. He ruined the tea he was brewing and he almost burned the crumpets he was making for Charles. Anyone who talked to him, he greeted with a nervous smile rather than his usual frigid expression. Henry walked into the kitchen, carrying the letters he was to deliver and the list of instructions from Erik. He looked at both Moira and Angel, who were both baffled by their odd Head Butler's behaviour.

"What is it?"

"Did you see him just now? Mister high and mighty?"Moira asked.

Henry stopped to wipe his glasses with a handkerchief.

"Yes, he seems rather excitable to-day,"

"Indeed he is, as if he is expecting awful news!"

Henry put his glasses back on.

"It may be something pressing; he had given me enough tasks to keep me busy all day. You may need to prepare me a lunch bucket, Mrs MacTaggert."

"Do you think he is being dismissed?"Angel asked suddenly.

"I don't believe so-"Moira said, cleaning the mess that Mr Lehnsherr had left. He had always been so fastidious and cleaned up after himself, but he was oddly careless now.

"It would have been better if that were true..."Henry said gravely.

He looked about him. "Where is Alex?"

Angel was preparing for the laundry room."Oh, Erik also gave him errands, he will be gone a while, I suppose-"

At the same time, Moira was heading for the storage room, a type of basement structure at the bottom of the kitchen and where the larger quantities of foodstuff needed to be organized and placed upon their inventory. Since Alex was not there it would take Moira some time to finish. Henry frowned. Odd indeed that Mr Lehnsherr made sure everyone was busy. What could be the reason for this?

Charles dreaded to see Erik that morning. He was finishing up some work in the library, which functions as his makeshift study until the repair of his own study was completed. He recalled the things that had happened last night. He had been seducing and tempting Erik these past few months, did he not think it will lead to this point? What was he trying to do to the poor man? It had been many years since he had sex maybe that was why when he saw that Erik was attracted to him he acted upon his own frustrations. Every time Erik looked at him with a heated, lingering gaze, it sent a thrill through him that made him aflutter and warm on the inside. Other men and women had plied their own seductions towards him at some point; some students and colleagues from the school actually, but he did not feel this same level of entrancement that he has for his handsome butler. He had ignored such assiduousness until now because he had always thought propriety and gentility were utmost in these times. But with Erik, he wanted to be...inappropriate.

Erik's question from last night was still left unanswered. Did he regret this? Last night, Erik latched onto him like he did not want to let go and he was rubbing himself against Charles lasciviously, he was somehow attracted to the others darkening desire for him, but at the same time, it was frightening in its wake. He practically jumped in his seat when he heard the soft knock. His throat felt dry and tight all of a sudden. The other did not enter yet. He was supposed to say something, wasn't he?

"Come in,"

He managed to say in a tight voice, cursing himself inwardly for sounding like a frightened little lamb. His lips twitched up into a smile when Erik entered.

"Your Tea, Sir-"Erik said smoothly and instead of waiting for permission to put the tea things on the table, his butler placed the tea tray right on top of the papers that Charles had been working on.

Charles blinked down at it in bewilderment and looked up at Erik. Erik had an odd, lecherous grin on his face, those eyes raking at him with their dark intent. Wasn't he supposed to be the one seducing and leading the other? He tried to act cool, doing his utmost not to falter. Charles looked down at the tea. Erik had brought him a mixture of fruit in a bowl, crumpets and a heaping small bowl of whipped butter and black tea this time.

"I think I have told you that I do not like crumpets,Mr Lehnsherr?"

"Yes you did, Sir. Unfortunately, the cake I intended to serve was unfortunately burnt and on short notice, this was the most expeditious meal I could prepare. You should try it with the butter. It's very good,"

The butter did smell heavenly and the fruit was something very light and different. They were an exotic mix, not the usual fruits that were served with tea.

"Alright then,"

Charles used his fork to pick up a cantaloupe melon ball, he hadn't had one of these in a while. He picked at another fragrant green fruit, which was honeydew. He hesitated with eating the crumpets. He buttered one and using only his hand, instead of using cutlery, he bit into it directly. The butter was divine. Charles chewed heartily and bit another piece.

"Uh Sir, you have some-"Erik pointed to his own chin.

Charles looked at him with his wide eyes and then he tried to reach for the napkin upon the tray, but it was not there. Charles's brow furrowed as he swallowed his bite of crumpet. He gave Erik a quizzical stare, but the other was already moving towards him.

"Here! Let me, Sir-"

Charles started in shock when Erik bent down and licked his chin. Charles's eyes widened even more as Erik looked him directly in the eye and licked his own lips wickedly.

"My, that is good butter indeed,"

A dark flush crept up Charles's face. Erik slowly moved forward and kissed him on the lips, he felt Erik pry his mouth open with a hot flicking tongue and then Erik bit on his generous lower lip gently. It sent a thrill through him, making him shiver. He tried to pull back, but Erik held him in place, embracing him. Erik's body felt so hot next to his, even through the garments that came between them, his breath equally so as he breathed through his mouth and the warmth of it puffed up against Charles's face, making his skin prickle with sensation.

"Erik-"He managed to whisper against Erik's lips, but that was all he could utter as the other engulfed him in another deep kiss.

He closed his eyes in a swoon, as he pressed himself against Erik, drowning in the scent and heat of him, tasting his butler's mouth. He tasted of sugar and ginger for some reason. Erik reached up for Charles's collar, loosening and removing his tie for him and then was unbuttoning his coat. Charles suddenly pulled away very quickly, pushing his chair backwards and causing it to topple.

"Erik, I think we had better stop-"

Erik smirked up at him as he stood up from his crouching position. Charles skirted away from Erik onto the opposite side of the table, cursing himself for the cowardice he was showing. Again, who is trying to seduce who?

"Erik, calm your mind. Y-you have to calm your mind-"

"Oh Charles, who do you think needs to calm down here? I feel perfectly fine. I happen to think it is you who needs to calm down!"

Erik feinted going to the right, then he deftly circled to the left, clamping his hand on Charles's wrist before the other could move away. Charles made a small surprised sound. Erik was standing next to him then, looking down at him. He kissed Charles upon his temple gently.

"Charles, be honest with me and be honest to yourself. Do you want me or not? Because I'm telling you now, I want you. I want you so bad it's like a hurting ache in the pit of my stomach and it is tearing me to pieces!"

Charles looked up into his eyes, making his confusion evident. What did he want exactly?

"I-"Charles swallowed thickly. "I want-"

He looked away from Erik, trembling and blushing, his internal struggle coming forth to show upon his face. He pulled away from Erik, his eyes downcast. Slowly, he continued where Erik had begun. He unbuttoned his coat, dropping it onto the floor, and then he unbuttoned his vest and threw it farther away. He looked up at Erik finally, his eyes gleaming with emotion and desire, his cheeks reddening even more. He made a small movement to run his fingers through his soft brown hair and then he sat on the edge of the table and lifted one leg up.

"Help me with my boot, why don't you?"

Erik watched Charles hungrily as the other moved about, but he did not assault him like he did before. He helped Charles unbuckle his boot, his hands shaking as if palsied, while Charles removed the other boot. Charles gestured for him to take his clothes off too and Erik began to strip hurriedly, nearly destroying his coat as he ripped it off himself, several of buttons flew hither and thither, but somehow he was past the point of caring. Charles pulled his shirt over his head and had eased his pants off as well as his undergarment and he sat before Erik, unabashedly naked.

"You're beautiful!"Erik breathed out as he gently caressed Charles's chest with the tips of his fingers, tracing the movement down to his belly, his finger stopping at Charles's belly button and thence downward as he moved to the other's right hip and settled his hand upon that area. Charles could feel goose bumps rise from his skin just from the touching, and he was sure the heat radiating from him could be felt by his persistent butler. Erik was looking him over, seeming to memorize and catalogue every inch of him to memory.

Charles was looking down at Erik's endowment down below. He looked...massive. It sent a thrill through him again; part fear, part excitement. Erik slid between Charles's legs as the other remained seated upon the table, his hands possessively running across Charles's back and shoulders. The inevitable kissing, was the prelude; Erik's kisses sweet and warm this time and Charles felt the blood rush up to his face, making him lightheaded, breathing through his nostrils in an even tempo. Erik has an odd way of kissing, as if he was trying to bite and suck upon Charles's entire mouth at the same time. His teeth had grazed Charles's upper lip and had met against his gums; he had also nibbled at his master's tongue. Charles shivered as Erik kept giving him these gnashing kisses, even as he licked at the others lips. An unbearable burning sensation was building inside him as the kisses grew more fervent. His arms were already wrapped around Erik's neck and without him realizing he had done it, his other hand threaded into Erik's hair, tugging eagerly. Erik's cock was pressing hard at his inner thigh as they kissed. He grabbed Charles from behind and he pressed himself against Charles's own stiffening manhood, his body slightly bent as he was taller than Charles. Charles wrapped his legs around Erik's waist, his own hips losing volition as he rocked forward. Erik growled like an animal and lifted him and turned him rashly around; pushing Charles's upper body and stomach onto the table, forcing his legs to spread, his manhood now pressing at Charles's behind.

"Wait!"

Erik was preparing to enter him and then stopped, his breathing ragged, sweat standing out damply on his forehead and chest. Charles was also breathing harshly from their bruising kisses.

"What is it, Charles?"

Charles turned to look at him. "You have to loosen me up first, otherwise, it may end being unpleasantly bloody for both of us,"

Erik was dumbfounded for a moment, the horrible thought of causing pain to Charles dampening his libido.

"H-how?"

Charles giggled, despite himself. Erik was a virgin so of course he is new to this. Imagine that?

"Well you have to ease the entryway with your fingers and with something slippery, some lubricant. You may even use your spit if you like-"

Erik, who was initially wilted at the thought that he might hurt Charles, suddenly brightened again. His eyes found the bowl of butter on the table. Charles saw it too and gave Erik a sultry stare over his shoulder, his lips curling into a seductive smile. Erik scooped a small bit of butter, letting it melt from the heat between his fingers and then he gently touched it to Charles's puckered, pinkish hole.

Charles jolted at the sensation. He moaned even before Erik could put his fingers in, sweat standing out on his neck and forehead.

"Go on,"Charles encouraged him. He could not control himself too any longer. Erik put two fingers inside Charles's tightness and he felt the wet heat of Charles's flesh as it enfolded him.

"Ngghhh!"

Charles moaned incoherently into his own arm, lying on his stomach upon the table, gasping with anticipation. He instructed Erik to probe him with those buttered fingers, to find that sensitive nerve inside him.

"Oh God, Oh yes! That's it!"He cried out when Erik did hit the right spot.

Erik worked on him with two fingers, now he was going for three and Charles was nearly going out of his mind with the sensations running though his body. That heat...that sensation of being opened up and spread out. He wondered dimly at the back gut of his thoughts if he could handle Erik's entire length.

"Do it, Erik."He moaned.

Erik understood what needed to be done. He took a large gob of butter and rubbed it on to his own erect manhood; it instantly melted and then he guided himself home to Charles's behind. Erik had thrust in too quickly and Charles was rocked back hard by that thrust. Charles's eyes, which he had kept shut, flew open along with his mouth. He could barely even let out a loud scream. He managed a stuttering guttural sound, his breath hitching. He was trembling and gasping as he laid his cheek upon the oak table. In their haste, the papers were scattered all over along with pens and envelopes and letter seals. This swam before Charles's vision. Erik did not move yet, his eyes shut tight as he was fighting his own battle, trying to prevent himself from coming too soon. He was also gasping wetly, clutching at Charles's waist.

"I, I can't-"Erik gasped out.

"Not yet," Charles warned him in a tight voice. "Stay with me, think of-"He let out an agonized breath. "Think of something else,"

For some reason, Erik found what Charles had said amusing. How in the bloody hell could he think of something else when his cock was being strangled by that taut, quivering hole? It was too damn much. He was on the brink of release. He silently cursed and tried to take the advice given to him. When Erik felt that he could go on, he moved his hips back and thrusted in again. Charles whimpered quietly as that massiveness corkscrewed up into him; he felt a hurt he had never felt before, almost as if he was a virgin himself once more, but he didn't want Erik to think he was doing anything wrong. So, he quietly accepted the hurt. Slowly, Erik seemed to have found the right rhythm. He recalled the angle where it felt good for Charles, and then he thrust into that nerve. Sure enough, it started to feel good for Charles again, their bodies rocking and racing. Erik fervently bucked up into Charles, grunting and gasping with each hard thrust, he fought not to release so soon because he wanted Charles to orgasm, to enjoy this with him. That maddening tightness was driving him insane, tethering on the edge of an overwhelming feeling he had never felt before. He struggled to control himself as he continued to move in and out of Charles. Charles was breaking down, lying there in a mess of stained papers, his sweat darkening his hair and covering his entire body. He moaned senseless words into the wooden surface of the table as if praying to it, his body jarred forward as Erik worked his member into him.

"Oh gods Oh god, please oh please!"He sobbed against the side of his arm.

His own cock was hard as it rose to the occasion, seeming to meet his belly button. He was weeping, his face turned to the side, giving Erik a view of his profile. Tears were sliding down his left cheek poignantly, as he cried and moaned. Erik suddenly stopped mid-thrust as he regarded Charles tenderly. He bent down, kissing and licking at the tears of the other.

"Does it hurt?"He said in a gasping whisper close to Charles's ear. Sweat basted his skin, making it gleam.

Charles's one blue eye looked at him, full of feeling.

"It's a good hurt Erik. It feels good. Please don't stop. I want it; I want this,"

Erik smiled against Charles's ear and then he nibbled at it. Clutching at the small waist of the other once more and straightening his body, he moved his hips in slow, deep strokes. Charles cried out again, trembling, finally shutting both his eyes because he couldn't stand it anymore. Then-

His eyes flew open in shock and he let out a strangled wail as Erik stroked his cock with butter, stopping to fondle his balls.

"Nnnnnnhhhhnnnn-"He was moaning incoherence again, all the while Erik continued to grind his hips forward, bucking frantically into Charles.

Erik was actually losing it. He could not delay it any longer. His hips pistoned faster, struggling to finally orgasm. Charles's thrashing and moaning reverberated through him, adding more to his pleasure. His other hand began to explore Charles; touching his back and then his chest, feeling the hard nub of one of Charles's erect nipple. He stroked it with his thumb.

"Ohgodohgodohgodoh! I'm... I'm-"Charles cried out louder.

Erik stiffened because he came first. He lost the rhythm of his hips as he arched forward one last time, continuing with the hand job he was giving Charles. In fact, he tugged harder and he felt Charles juddering underneath him. Then, he felt his hands slide up and down a slick and thick wetness. Charles came too, it seems. Erik was still in the throes of his own mind-shattering orgasm, his sight going to that white hot zone of empty bliss. When it had passed he collapsed onto Charles's back, but he propped himself up on his arms to prevent himself from crushing him. He groggily kissed Charles on the back of his neck, his ear, his cheek. Sluggishly, he straightened again and turned Charles around so the other could face him without pulling out of Charles yet. Charles bonelessly let himself be moved, his own orgasm still taking hold of him.

Charles was still too stunned, the muscles within his torso and his cock are still twitching and sensitive, his cheeks still aflame. With half-lidded eyes, still wet with tears, he looked up at Erik with a blank, sex-muddled stare, while the other kept on embracing him, clutching at his behind. Erik kept right on kissing him on the lips. Charles lost consciousness suddenly while being kissed. Erik found it amazing. Charles was dozing! He carried Charles towards the couch, even though his legs are literally jellied, weak. He sat down, Charles's chest facing him; he put the other on to a sitting position upon his thighs as he pulled out. He looked at Charles languidly, smiling a contented smile. Charles had his head thrown back, still out of it, his mouth slightly parted.

"Charles,"He gently said in a low voice. "Charles?"He shook the other slightly now.

Erik laughed. He could practically do anything he wanted with Charles and the other can do nothing to stop him. He admired his young master's body before him. That precious sleeping countenance; the way Charles's collar and clavicle bones are jutting, the other's rosy nipples, the slim and firm belly. Charles also has such beautiful skin; soft, almost like a woman's and the brown wavy locks that had tumbled all over his forehead, the sweat drying from it now. He caressed Charles's neck and then he started kissing and biting at the other's pouty and red lower lip. Erik kissed him even deeper, forcing his mouth to open wider for him. His long lashes fluttered against Charles's skin, their faces pressed close by the embrace of their lips. Charles stirred, gasping as he pulled away from Erik. He looked confused for a moment. Breathing harshly and with lowered lids, he looked at Erik's face and then he kissed him back hard, returning a nip here and there. Erik laughed into the kiss, sending a strange tickling sensation down Charles's throat. Charles pulled back, panting.

"How long was I asleep?"

Erik laughed again, kissing Charles on the forehead."Only for a moment, not too long-"

"Oh!" Charles said abruptly, then he giggled at that.

They kept right on kissing; they could kiss for hours and never seem to grow tired of it. Erik's heart was soaring with joy just for this nearness, this most beautiful moment in his life. He felt like he had died and Charles was his heaven. And, the way Charles was kissing him, it was like he had never kissed before and was discovering it for the first time, but that deceitfully expert tongue told him otherwise. Charles had opened his eyes and was looking at Erik's eyes deeply. He clutched at Erik's cheeks to hold him close.

"I have always wondered about your eyes. They look gray or green sometimes... and sometimes they look blue or grey blue-"

Erik gave him a ready smile "It's part of my charm. I'm a chameleon-eyed monster!"

"I think your eyes are beautiful! Like a Peridot or a Jade," Charles told him coyly.

Erik pressed his lips together and nodded to the side.

"I don't know about being compared to jewels as I am so flawed. Remember that I am your impudent devil of a butler...Sir!"

"I never said that! I recall saying you are an impertinent demon!"

Erik chuckled pulling Charles down onto the couch and straddling him.

"It's more or less the same. Now-"

He started to touch Charles indecently upon the hip. Charles looked up at him apprehensively.

What are you doing?"

Erik grinned at him, showing those frightful teeth.

"I need to clean you up, Sir! It's my duty to maintain the order of the household and it begins with my master's hygiene,"

"What do you me-"

Charles suddenly jerked back in his seat.

"OHMYGOD!"

Erik took Charles's still sensitive manhood into his mouth and began to suck him in earnest.

"No, oh god! I'm not! I can't! Oh please Erik! Oh!"

He babbled as Erik lapped up the remaining come from the shaft of his cock and his balls. He was still too sensitive. Charles looked down as Erik continued sucking and licking between his trembling legs. His whole frame shook in this blissful agony. He shoved his fisted hands against his mouth, his cheeks blooming afresh with his deepening blush.

"Do you want me to stop?" Erik made an indecent sounding slurp, as the end of Charles's nub glistened with pre-cum from being licked back into arousal. Charles involuntarily bucked his hips upward.

"N-no...I mean...yes! I want you to...I...It feels-"Charles stuttered senselessly.

He reached for Erik's head not knowing if he wanted to push the other away or pull him forward.

"Make up your mind, Sir! Do you want this or not?" Erik breathed against his stiffening cock.

Erik got him hard again. And, when he looked down between his legs though slitted eyes, he could see that Erik was also sporting that massive cock of his, servicing himself with his own hand. Charles couldn't stand all of this any longer; he thought he would go out of his mind if he did not find release.

He cried out wantonly, reaching for Erik. "Yes, Yes I want it! Take me again!"

Erik thought that after the first orgasm, it wasn't possible for him to feel this hard again, but he did. He cradled Charles from behind and guided him forward, the legs of the other encircling his waist. Charles was still lying down on his back, a desperate look of lust shining from his face and his eyes. Erik couldn't get to the butter this time so he used his own spit and his own pre-cum to moisten his manhood and he pushed his own fingers into his mouth, obscenely making a motion almost similar to the one that will be done to Charles's hole. Charles still felt stretched and full down there, Erik's come still slowly trickling out of him. Erik pushed his moistened fingers back into Charles who, turned his head from side to side, slowly licking his lips, as if to negate the ecstasy his body was about to be subjected to once more. It took only mere seconds to loosen him further and then Erik was sliding his length into Charles's burning depth. Eventually, Charles surrendered to the gasping and writhing moments until he lost himself and all that could be heard are the sounds of their desperate rutting in the library...