Wedding

And now, we come to the last chapter. Thank you for reading. This story was fun to write. I do believe Charles and Erik were demanding it somehow, somewhere and I am a sucker for big blue eyes.

One more thing, I'm awfully bashful about writing explicit sex scenes between any two people. It's my own introverted and shy nature and nothing else. So…if something doesn't ring true, then my apologies. It's completely and utterly.

Anyway, unbeta'ed, as par for the course (though I will most likely take up Hams offer to beta read more of stuff) and oh, I own nothing.


A year had passed since Erik's disastrous date and he was itching to ask Charles to marry him. And while they had gone on numerous dates since the first one, they had agreed not to call their dates – dates – but outings. It made Charles grin at the old-fashioned word and kissed Erik silly whenever he suggested said outings.

Since their first outing, they ran into Cain and his wife again at the opera (and despite Cain's protests, perhaps culture really was sinking into his head); the very sweet couple of Kitty and Piotr Rasputin at the movies; Hank and Raven at the circus (much to Raven's chagrin – Charles took an immense pleasure in screeching his sister's name and waving like a mad man) and Emma and her latest conquest – which strangely enough was the same man Erik went on the date with before stumbling into Charles' arms. Erik looked at Emma amused while the man, Jamie, did not remember Erik at all.

Small miracles indeed, Erik mused and Emma, cool as a cucumber only smiled at her brother and Charles.

The proposal like most things in their relationship was just as sweet and awkward. Erik thought about where to propose to Charles. Should it be the coffee shop where they frequented? Should it be in the subway station where they saw but could not get to each other? Should it be at the restaurant, sight of their first date? Erik wracked his brain for weeks, trying to find a suitable place.

He wanted romance.

He wanted it to be memorable.

He wanted it to be spectacular.

He got all three.

Eventually.

There was the first time Erik tried to propose to Charles – at the ice skating rink at Rockerfeller Center. Charles loved ice skating and in fact, was pretty decent at it, despite being a bit rusty. He managed to skate circles around others, skate backwards and if he had a mind to do it, leap into the air. Erik, on the other hand, had never skated once in his life. Needless to say, this lack of knowledge wasn't going to stand in Erik Lehnsherr's way.

Of course, this ended up with the two of them in ER with Erik's ankle in a brace and a very angry and disgruntled architect.

"So, why didn't you tell me that you couldn't skate?" Charles asked with wry amusement in his voice. It was during times like this that Charles' Oxford accent became pronounced, which in turn infuriated and turned Erik on. Charles stood next to him with his arms crossed while the offending ankle was being examined. Charles had seen the accident and before he could get to Erik and prevent him from smacking face first into the wall, it was too late. As Erik was sliding down the wall, Erik tripped over his feet and badly twisted his ankle.

"You love skating," came Erik's growled response. In his pocket was the perfect ring Erik had picked out for Charles himself – with Emma and Raven's help, of course. Charles laughed and pulled him in for a kiss only being interrupted by a pink Hank McCoy who grinned at the two men.

"Charles. Erik," Hank said and began to examine his patient. "Should I even ask?" he said smirking, not bothering to look at Erik who was shooting daggers at Hank with his eyes.

"You know full well that Raven will tell you all the details," Erik said through clenched teeth. Hank only smiled.

Erik was angry and upset until he realized that Charles was bent on taking care of him, making sure that everything Erik needed was ready and at his disposal.

There were worse things that having to stay in bed for the next two weeks, being tended by a very handsome and concerned man.

Erik's second attempt at proposing marriage ended up being just as futile as his first attempt. He had decided on New Year's Eve to propose to his professor. Erik had convinced his friend, Warren Worthington III to let them see the fireworks from the top of his building, Worthington Enterprises in the middle of the city. He had not, however, counted on the fact that Warren would then invite all his friends and clients to witness the coming of the New Year.

Erik sighed as he saw the party on the roof of Warren's building. But he smiled gamely and led Charles inside introducing him to Warren.

"Erik!" Warren said, already wobbling a bit on his feet. "I'm so glad you suggested that we have this party! It beats any other party going on right now!" Warren had a drink in his hand and was sloshing it around with each gesture. His eyes fell on Charles. "Hello," Warren said trying not to be so sloppy.

"Hello," Charles said biting his laughter. "I'm Charles Xavier, Erik's boyfriend," he held out his hand to shake Warren's.

"Charles Xavier? The genetics whiz? I read your thesis and I'm fascinated by your theory," and he pulled Charles off to the side to talk shop with the amused and a bit bewildered professor.

Erik just sighed and grabbed a glass of champagne from a passing waiter. It was going to be a long night and it looked like he wouldn't be proposing to Charles tonight either. As the night passed, Erik saw neither hide nor hair of Charles and Erik began to worry a little bit as he went off in search of the professor.

When he found Charles, Erik did not know what exactly to expect. However, to find him in the midst of several lovely ladies drunkenly giving them advice was not one of the possibilities. He quietly (and amusedly) watched his lover hold court on the floor of one of Warren's more comfortable conference rooms. The room was decked in expensive paintings, leather sofas and had an excellent view of the city below them.

"My dear," Charles said drunkenly to a stunningly beautiful Asian woman, "you deserve better than what he's giving you. You deserve to be treated like a princess," Charles was slurring his words and Erik only raised an eyebrow up in amusement. Erik knew that the beautiful Asian woman happened to be Betsy Braddock, an old flame of Warren's. And from the look on Betsy's face, she was avidly taking his advice down in her head. "You shouldn't have to beg for his attention. Look at you! You're stunning and beautiful and intelligent and beautiful and warm and kind and beautiful…" Charles trailed off. "Yes, you really don't need your current boyfriend. This is a new year coming up, yes? Start it off right by dumping him!

"And you, my dear!" Charles said turning his attention to a leggy red-head with an extremely low cut dress, "you can't be jealous of every man your boyfriend looks at! We're only human. It's not like you can see into his mind or anything," Charles paused here. Erik was a bit unnerved by this last bit; he was most certain that at times Charles was a mind reader, but he did not say anything to interrupt him. "He loves you, yes? Then stop worrying about him cheating on you." The red head nodded, her eyes watering. "Take my boyfriend for instance," here Erik perked up considerably. "He's absolutely adorable, kind, loving and sexy." Erik reddened here, loving to hear the words come out of Charles mouth. "He gets jealous from time to time. It's natural; a little annoying, but still natural in our relationship. I suspect that he's had some not so nice relationships in the past." Erik chuckled. "But I still love him very much and I wouldn't change him for the world."

Erik did not think he could be any more embarrassed, but it turned out that he was wrong; the women surrounding his beloved professor sighed dreamily, obviously jealous of Erik and his relationship to the wonderfully brilliant man sitting in their company.

"Oh! There he is!" Charles exclaimed and drunkenly got to his feet. "Come here, Love," Charles said and started wobbling towards him. Before he got to Erik, Charles tripped on his feet and fell towards Erik who easily caught him. Erik heard the jealous sighs of the women and smiled.

"I've been looking for you," Erik said smirking, catching the looks of envy on their faces.

"Have you? How lovely," Charles said nuzzling Erik's neck. "I've missed you."

Erik chuckled. "How much have you had to drink?"

Charles raised an eyebrow. "Betsy, Jean, how much have I had to drink? I've lost count."

"I have no idea, Charles dear," Jean said lazily while eyeing Erik appreciatively.

"I think we should leave," Erik said. "You seem to be drunk off your ass."

Charles blinked before he started giggling. "You said ass." Erik sighed. "You need more to drink," Charles said and waved over a waiter with a tray of drinks. "Please give this lovely man something potent to drink."

"Charles, I do not need anything to drink," Erik said protesting and waved the waiter away.

"Oh, but you do," Charles replied and dragged him back to where his court of ladies-in-waiting were sitting. And that was how Erik and Charles spent New Year's Eve, drunk, surrounded by drunken women and giving out advice. Warren found them the next day in the same position surrounded by sleeping women. He desperately wished he had his camera. It was not every day that the intimidating, handsome, terrifying Erik Lehnsherr was snoring peacefully with his head on Charles Xavier's shoulder while various guests had their heads pillowed on their laps. It was quite cute really.

Warren leaned against the door frame wondering how to wake them when Betsey woke and looked at Warren blearily. "Oh," was all she said and made a movement to wake the others. By the time Erik and Charles got back to Charles' house all thoughts of proposing were obviously out of Erik's head.

"Happy new year, Love," Charles said and fell asleep lightly drooling on Erik's chest.

"Happy new year to you too, Liebe," Erik responded and followed him quickly into the arms of sleep.

Erik's final attempt at proposing marriage came when they decided to take a few weeks off to vacation in Charles' weekend house in Westchester…which wasn't really a house as it was more of a mansion….a very large mansion. Erik could only stare at the large sprawling mansion complete with a large paneled front door with a decorated crown over said front door, massive flattened columns, chimneys a plenty and old beautiful brick. Charles noticed the flabbergasted expression on Erik's face and turned red misinterpreting Erik's speechlessness.

"It's a bit much, isn't it?" Charles said, his hands fluttering in front of him. "If you want, we can stay at that bed and breakfast we passed on the way in," he offered. It was actually very rare when Charles thought about the massive amount of wealth that his family had. He felt distinctly uncomfortable with it from time to time and made generous contributions to various charities throughout the year.

"It's…uh…large….this is your's?" Erik said finally finding his voice, his eyes taking in every little detail.

"Mine and Raven's technically," Charles said. "Though I do let various relatives stay here from time to time when need be," Charles said examining his shoes.

"Who lives here most of the year?" Erik asked, still entranced by the sheer size of the building.

"Oh, well, no one lives here most of the year actually," Charles said. Now, he was seriously contemplating donating the entire building to a local college or better yet a women's and children's shelter and began cataloguing what needed to be done before donating the building.

"How many generations have lived here?" Erik could not take his eyes off the mansion.

"Um…er…ten generations," Charles finally said. Erik looked at his beloved who had his hands stuffed in his pockets.

"What?" Erik said finally noticing the discomfort in Charles.

"Oh, I thought you might not like it," he finally said only after Erik tipped his chin up.

"Well, it's a bit overwhelming and I don't think I would want to live here full time. But it's a nice place," Erik said.

"But it feels so wrong to have such a large empty house. I think I'll talk to Raven about donating the building or something," Charles said trailing off.

"Don't be ashamed," Erik said, "do what you want to do with your house. It is your's after all," Erik said trying to ease Charles' discomfort.

Charles only nodded and they entered the large house, hand in hand with Erik.

They found a large bedroom – supposedly the master bedroom, Charles told him – and settled in for the night. Erik had managed to start a fire going in the large fireplace which lit the entire room nicely. They were seated in front of the fire on the floor with a checker board in front of them. Erik had also found a chessboard, but decided to put it away when Charles made a face at it.

"What's wrong with chess?" Erik asked as he tucked it back into the bookshelf and accepted the glass of whiskey from Charles.

"Cain tried to beat me up with a chessboard once," Charles said drily, taking a sip of his own drink and absently rubbing his head. "Gave me a good sized lump on the head too. The fucker almost paralyzed me as well."

Erik raised an eyebrow.

"He didn't mean to naturally. Cain was just getting used to his own strength. He didn't know that there was a log near the lake shore when he threw me in," Charles continued a little darkly. "The dark water was covered the log and when I hit it, I hit it squarely on my back. I was laid up for the rest of that summer."

"No harm done, though," Erik said cautiously. He definitely did not want to be on Cain Marko's bad side.

"No, you're right. No harm done," Charles said brightening. Erik knew that he should have lit the fireplace with Charles' smile alone. He felt warm, safe and loved just being in Charles' presence. This, he thought, is the perfect time to propose.

But naturally, as he was about to pull out the ring and get on one knee, the door burst open and in walked a man with a very large staff looking very upset.

"Hold it right there!" shouted the man with the staff. I do believe that is a Bo staff, Charles thought absently as Erik grabbed his hand. Erik was ready to protect Charles with everything that he had. Charles, naturally, had the same line of thought.

Erik and Charles looked at each other and decided to be very, very still trying to decide when the right time to attack the man.

"What the fuck are you doing in the Xavier house?" Staff man demanded. He waved around the staff for extra effect.

"I own this house," Charles said quietly and stood up slowly, his gaze narrowed at the man. What oddly colored eyes. Erik panicked and wanted to throw himself in front of Charles.

"Prove it," said the Staff man and pointed the staff at Charles, causing Erik to bristle. He made a move towards the Staff man, growling.

"My ancestors have lived here in some capacity since the 1700's. My sister, Raven and I spent our summers here along with various cousins, especially Cain Marko. This house and the property surrounding it contains four floors, one basement, one sub-basement, three swimming pools, twenty bedrooms, six sitting rooms, four kitchens, a lake, two elevators, three grand staircases, a boat house, a dock, a basketball court and shooting range – to name a few. It was previously owned by Brian and Sharon Xavier, my parents, in the late 70's before they passed," Charles said squaring his shoulders and leveling the Staff man with a powerful glare. Erik, despite the dangerous interruption, could not help but feel very, very turned on. While Charles preferred to solve dilemmas with diplomacy, Charles could take care of himself in a fight. His advantage, naturally, was not looking like he could take care of himself. But Erik knew, that underneath the sweaters, button down oxford shirts was the very toned body of someone who seriously took care of himself.

Erik swallowed his lust and refocused on the intruder. Charles' gaze turned piercing at Staff man causing the other drop his weapon. "Remy?" Charles finally said after a long few minutes, his brow wrinkling in concentration.

"Charles?" Now, it was coming back to him.

"Remy!" Charles finally smiled and Erik relaxed. "I didn't think you were still here!"

"Someone's gotta keep an eye on the place," Remy said and smiled back, all charm. Now, it was Erik's gaze that turned steely and piercing.

Charles laughed and walked towards the other man. They hugged fiercely. "Remy, this is my boyfriend, Erik. Erik, this is an old family friend, Remy LeBeau," Charles said still smiling with his arm around Remy.

"Pleasure," Erik said not liking the way this Remy LeBeau character was eyeing his professor. The man actually had the audacity to lick his lips while sizing Charles up!

"I'm so sorry that I forgot to send word before we got here. I honestly thought that no one would be left around to open the place up for us!" Charles said, not noticing the sudden tension in the air coming from Erik.

"Ah, that's all right. I just wanted to make sure that the place hadn't been invaded by squatters," Remy said turning his full attention (and charm) to Charles.

"Has it been a big problem then?" Charles asked.

"No, not really, but one can never be too sure," Remy answered, the smile turned brilliant.

"Thanks, Remy," Charles said. "Are you still living in town?" He took a large gulp of his drink.

Remy shook his head. "I decided to take one of the gardener's houses on the outskirts of the property. It helps keep vagrants away, if you know what I mean." Remy did nothing to hide his appreciative looks of the professor standing in front of him. Erik was quite handsome as well, he decided, but Charles looked more available.

Oh, I know what you mean, Erik thought wanting to rip Remy's head off. Hands off. I saw that look you just gave Charles.

"Thank you," Charles said. "Well, I'm sorry that we kept you up, my friend. We'll have to catch up with each other soon though." The drink was making Charles more bright-eyed and flushed….and absolutely delicious.

Remy did not miss the flushed face and neck of the professor. "I'd like that," Remy said barely keeping the lascivious tones out of this voice. He finally turned to Erik. "It was nice meeting you," he said politely enjoying the look of murder on Erik's face.

"Nice meeting you too," Erik said stiffly, his hands were at his sides clenching and unclenching.

"Good night gents," Remy said and left.

"Good night, Remy," Charles replied. He sighed and turned to Erik. "Well, that was exciting wasn't it, Love?" Erik only grunted, trying to wipe the look off his face. He was trying desperately to salvage whatever evening they had. "What's wrong? You're not jealous, are you?" Charles said teasing a bit.

"Of course not," Erik said and turned away to refill his glass. He wanted to shot lasers out of his eyes at the man leaving the mansion.

Charles cocked his head to the side. "Of course not," he mimicked and sighed. "Was I flirting again?"

"No, but clearly this LeBeau wanted you," Erik said. He could feel his shoulders tensing up and berated himself for turning into such a jealous monster. He felt Charles' arms wrap around him as his body pressed up against him.

"You have no reason to be jealous, Love," Charles said quietly. "We've been through too much to let silly things like jealously get in our way." Charles felt Erik's shoulders unwind as Erik's head tipped forward.

"You're right," Erik said and turned himself around in Charles' arms. "Forgive me?"

"You're forgiven," Charles said, kissing him. "However, I just might need to be convinced more though," he said, eyes twinkling. He pressed his body flush against Erik's. Erik nearly shivered from the contact.

Erik raised his eyebrow and smirked. "Oh, I think I could convince you more." And proceeded to convince Charles of the fact that indeed he was sorry for his behavior. The proposal, he thought, could wait until tomorrow.

The next day Charles and Erik walkied to the lake, picnic basket in Erik's hand, ring in pocket and Charles' arm around Erik's waist. Erik couldn't help but grin. This is absolutely perfect. Charles noticed the grin on the other man's face and asked him about it.

"It's nice just being out here with you," Erik said simply and pressed a kiss into Charles forehead.

"Yes, yes it is," Charles agreed and pressed himself closer to his beloved. They reached the boathouse and saw the Remy was already there cleaning the boats. Charles waved t the other man while Erik tried very hard not to growl at Remy.

"Going boating?" Remy asked casually. A bit too casually, in Erik's opinion.

"What a lovely idea! I haven't been boating in a long time!" Charles exclaimed.

Erik smirked and was about to say something slightly snarky when Charles cut him off.

"I'm awfully waspy, aren't I?" Charles said grinning. Erik was shocked. It was like he read his mind. "No, no mind reading involved. You're just easy to read," Charles said grinning larger. "Don't scowl," he quickly added.

Erik scowled…lightly.

Charles grinned and kissed his cheek. "I said, don't scowl." Erik would have swooned if they weren't being watched.

A polite cough caught their attention. "Would you like me to pull out the sailboat? I just finished cleaning it out," Remy said with an amused glint in his eye.

"That would be lovely, yes," Charles said. "Would you like some help?"

"Naw, that's okay," Remy said and went about his work.

A half hour later Charles and Erik were sitting on the sailboat enjoying the sunshine, the lunch and each other's company. Erik watched lazily as Remy went about his work on the shore while Charles steered the sailboat deftly. Obviously, his time away from boating did not diminish his skills. Erik leaned against Charles' legs and idly watched the water sail passed them. He reached into his pocket and fingered the box the ring was nestled in. He was about pull it out and propose when he noticed his shoes were inches deep in water and gaining momentum.

"Charles?" Erik said keeping the rising panic out of his voice.

"Yes, Love?" Charles said lazily.

"There's water coming into the boat."

"What!" Charles stood up to see what Erik was talking about when the sudden movement of the boat rocked it to the side sending Charles over the side. Erik yelled and was promptly sent flying into the same water as the mast of the boat swung out and pushed him in. After that, the boat sunk swiftly, the water rushing in at an alarming rate. As they floated in the water, Erik and Charles could only look at each and began laughing hysterically. They swam back to shore with Charles helping Erik out of the water.

Remy only looked on in slight amusement and with the tiniest bit of jealousy, much to Erik's smugness.

"Well, we won't have to worry about that boat anymore," Charles said grinning.

After drying off and changing into warm and dry clothes, Erik thought that perhaps he should just pop the question before anything else happened to them during the weekend. While Charles thought nothing of the boat, Erik thought long and hard about Remy's reaction when the boat sunk. He didn't want to think bad thoughts about the man – okay, so that's a lie, Erik thought – but it all seemed a bit too convenient; how Remy had burst in when Erik was about to propose; how the boat just seemed to sink when it had just been recently cleaned and repaired. No, it all seemed a little too convenient. And it did not sit well with him.

So, for the next few days Erik had two goals: one, to carefully observe Remy LeBeau and two, find the perfect time and situation to propose to Charles. But after several quiet days Erik was forced to rethink his previous line of thought regarding Remy. He was just being jealous and overly cautious after all. Erik decided to shove the other man to the backburner and concentrated his full attention to the younger man with the brilliant blue eyes.

"You've been gone, Love," Charles said to him the next day. They were lounging on top of a hill under a massive oak tree that overlooked the entire Xavier property. Erik could still not get over how vast it was. Country house, indeed, Erik thought wryly.

"What?" Erik said absently. Charles' head was on his lap and he looked down to find the professor looking up at him, Erik slipped his fingers through Charles' silky brown hair.

"You've haven't been here, Erik, for the past few days," Charles said gently poking Erik in the chest.

Erik sighed knowing he could not lie to the other man. "You're right," he finally said gently rubbing Charles' scalp.

"Anything wrong?" Charles said and sat up.

"No, just trying to throttle the voice that wants me to be jealous," Erik said. It was as disappointing to him as it probably was to Charles hearing it come out of his mouth.

"Oh, my Love, still jealous over Remy?" Charles said the corners of his mouth quirking up slightly and piercing Erik with his intense gaze.

"I know its stupid isn't it?" Erik said and sighed. He flopped down onto his back and starred up at the bright cloudless sky from under the shade of the tree. Erik took note that the sky was almost a match to Charles' eyes. Charles settled himself on Erik's chest and propped his chin on his hands to see the other man.

"Yes, a little, nonetheless, it is an endearing thought though completely and utterly misplaced. I have no intention of leaving, betraying or hurting you my dearest," Charles said noting the emotions playing on Erik's face.

Erik said nothing for a few minutes. "I know. Sometimes, it's just so hard to remember that this isn't a dream," Erik said willing the tears that pricked his eyes to just go away.

Charles wiped the ones that escaped with his thumb. His heart was so full of love and gratitude for the one holding him. He briefly wondered what would have happened to the both of them had Charles not been there to catch Erik from stumbling. Where would they be? Charles knew that if they had not found each other again, it would have been the greatest regret of his life. Erik, he suspected, would have felt the same way. Charles stared at the man who had easily changed his life forever and before he could stop himself said the words that seemed to be the most natural to him. "What would you say if I asked you to marry me?" Charles said and then realizing what he had just said squeaked in panic.

Erik was so startled at Charles' impromptu proposal that he sat up swiftly and dislodged the other man from his resting spot on Erik's chest. They could only stare at each other in disbelief with Charles as bright red as could be. He beat me to the punch, Erik though dizzily, unbelieving and began grinning like a mad fool.

"I…um….erm….that didn't come out as I had planned," Charles finally said, eyes everywhere but Erik's face. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a small box and opened it up to reveal a ring inside.

Erik, naturally, was reeling. And then he could not stop the grin from becoming any larger. He raised himself to one knee, pulled out the box he had been carting around and said, "Charles Xavier, would you do me the honor of marrying this humble man?"

Charles, realizing two seconds afterwards what Erik had said to him pulled Erik into a tight hug before kissing him silly. "I'd thought you'd never ask," he said when not breathing was no longer an option for them.

"Is that why you proposed first, beating me to the punch?" Erik smirked feeling his heart racing through his chest.

"Something like that," Charles murmured against Erik's mouth. Erik felt the heat of Charles' blush against his face. The feeling brought on another type of heat in Erik as he pushed Charles to the ground and rolled himself onto of him. Charles gasped before pulling him impossibly close.

It was quite a while before the two men managed to come back to the mansion decidedly rumpled, breathless, grass stained and wearing matching engagement rings.


Both men sighed wearily. Erik loved his mother very much and no matter how understanding she was about his relationship with Charles Xavier, she was still a bit old school and put up the half-hearted fight when Erik announced their engagement. And once Ada Lehnsherr was in, she was all in. So, along with the half-hearted fight came the cajoling, the wailing and guilt trips.

She was his mother through and through.

Raven and Emma were very much sympathetic to their plight and created a wall around the two of them whenever Ada had something to say to them. Erik knew then how much he loved his sister and his future sister-in-law with all his heart.

Well, the part of his heart that was occupied by Charles, of course.

They flopped, rather inelegantly, on their sofa in their newly purchased and renovated walk-up. Charles thought it was unfair to Raven to have Erik live with them in his apartment and he was hell bent against living with both Emma and Erik's mother. So, after giving Raven the apartment (which she accepted gleefully, thankyouverymuch) and an extensive search, Erik finally found them a lovely brownstone that needed a few touches here and there.

Both men were still wearing their tuxedos from the wedding but Charles had managed to undo his tie and it hung loosely around his neck while Erik's coat hung limply from a chair back. Charles' feet ached from the discarded shoes, while Erik's hair was uncharacteristically disheveled.

They sighed again and caught each other's eye. A huge grin spread out on their faces which rapidly became laughter. Erik fell to the floor in a loud lump, bringing with him Charles. Charles rested his forehead against Erik's shoulder as the laughter quietly died down.

"Oh, Love, I don't think I ever want to do that again," Charles muttered into Erik's ear, licking the shell obscenely. His hands were staring to do wicked things to Erik's body. Erik was rapidly becoming unhinged from the proximity of Charles' tongue.

"What? Don't you think Mother's wailing of 'when will I ever have grandkids' punctuated everything nicely?" Erik grinned and shivered at what Charles was doing. Already he could feel himself swelling at Charles' tongue. Charles merely responded by unbuttoning his tuxedo shirt and gently biting on Erik's collarbone. He loved the way he could make Erik respond. It made him feel giddy. "I…ah…I think she was…oh….actually happy for us," Erik said gritting his teeth. He could feel Charles' hand begin to stroke him through his trousers. Erik's eyes rolled back into his head as he fought for control. He felt like a very randy teenager. Erik fought his lustful thoughts shoving them out of his head and was losing very, very badly.

"The more you fight your lustful thoughts, the more you focus on them," Charles said picking up on Erik's thought. How the hell did he do these things? Charles didn't pay a bit of attention to what Erik may or may not be saying, "you're entirely too easy to read sometimes, Love," Charles said absently reminding him. Charles slipped his hands over Erik's body causing the other man to groan in appreciation. He smiled, "Now, you have entirely too much clothing on, my good man," he whispered seductively into Erik's ear. "Please allow me to help you with that, yes?" He unzipped Erik's pants and slipped them off leaving his tented boxers in its wake. Charles got on his hands and knees and onto Erik letting his own hardening cock press up against Erik's, bringing a very satisfied groan from the man. Charles rocked back onto his knees and began to slowly undo the rest of Erik's buttons on the white tuxedo shirt. He let his hands dance lightly over Erik's muscled chest, softly squeezing his nipples.

"Tease," Erik gasped. He arched his back, pressing his groin against Charles'. Erik smirked smugly as Charles' eyes rolled back into his head. He watched as Charles' bit his lower lip in ecstasy. Erik loved watching Charles come undone. It was just so damn sexy how he just fell apart, lips open, eyes bluer than anything he's ever seen, complete and utter trust. It was this trust that drove Erik completely insane. He had never seen anyone so full of trust for anyone. It made Erik's heart swell in pride and love to see him so.

Charles leaned down and gave Erik's ear another lascivious lick. Erik's eyes rolled back into his head and fighting for control took Charles' hips and neatly reversed their positions. Erik's knees where on either side of Charles' hips, firmly locking him into place. He stared intently into Charles' eyes and his undid the professor's pants and shirt and pulled them off his body, popping buttons off as he did.

Charles smirked, "I see we're going to have to buy our rented tuxedoes."

"It's not like we can't afford it," Erik growled and continued to rip off Charles underwear. He swept his eyes appreciatively over Charles' body. "Honestly, I don't see why you have to hide your body under layers of clothing," he said sweeping his palms over Charles' muscled arms.

"What? And have you going completely insane with the number of men and women throwing themselves at me?" Charles gently retorted back.

Erik grinned. "Oh, I'm going to get you for that," he said, swiftly taking both of Charles wrists in one hand and placing them above Charles' head.

"What are you doing?" Charles said a little more than breathlessly as he eyed the belt that Erik produced from one of their pants.

"Punishment for that last remark, of course," Erik said mischievously as he slid the belt around Charles' wrists.

"Mmmm, kinky," was all Charles said, his too blue eyes turning ever bluer. Erik felt Charles' cock stiffen even more against him and if Erik didn't want him badly now Charles' cock pressing against his stomach didn't help matters. "Anything else you should be telling me?" Charles whispered his control rapidly decreasing.

Erik smirked. "I like whipped cream and chocolate sauce," he said and thought about the sinful things he could be doing to Charles with said ingredients.

"Duly noted," Charles said his voice barely above a hoarse whisper. Erik was now nibbling and sucking on Charles' throat bringing blooming bruises against his too pale neck. Charles moaned into Erik's ear and pressed his groin against Erik's wanting nothing more than to feel him inside.

"Now, now," Erik said, his voice husky and darkly amused, "you've been bad. You need to be punished."

"You tease," Charles said almost nearing his breaking point. Erik sensed this and placed his hands on the floor on either side of Charles' body. Charles almost wept from the lack of friction. "Please," he said. "Please, touch me, Erik."

Erik only smirked again and this time lowered himself to Charles' cock and lightly licked it, bringing a very loud moan from the semi-composed professor.

"Erik, stop teasing me and suck it already!" Charles cried finding his voice. Erik laughed again but did as the professor commanded him to do, taking the full length of Charles' cock into his mouth. Charles gasped as he felt Erik begin to suck him hard. He almost came in Erik's mouth if Erik hadn't slowed his pace. Charles was shaking and straining against the belt. He couldn't breathe and he saw white. "Erik," Charles said and receiving no answer, tried again. "Erik, please." The other man did not reply only increasing his pace once again and cupping Charles' balls lightly. Almost immediately Charles came, leaving him breathless, shaky and panting for more.

Erik kissed Charles' forehead and cheeks before crushing their mouths together in a kiss that could only be described as searing. His tongue demanded entrance into Charles' mouth and Charles could only obey tasting himself on Erik's tongue. Charles moaned again before Erik broke the kiss off and gently flipped the decidedly undone professor. Erik took care to place pillows beneath Charles' knees and slowly started kissing Charles's spine from tip to base. He briefly registered the small scar where Cain threw Charles into the lake so many years ago. He placed more kisses there trying to erase the scar with his overwhelming love before moving on.

"Erik," Charles said, his senses starting to come back to him. "Please untie me; I want to touch you too."

The plea almost undid Erik, but he barely kept his composure and said, "No."

"Damn you," Charles said through clenched teeth and gasped as Erik slapped his ass leaving a red mark. Erik kissed the soreness before slapping his ass again. Charles felt himself stiffen all over again and gasped as Erik's hand reached around him and stroked him hard. He felt his other hand prodding him gently before Erik replaced his fingers with his own hard cock. "Oh, fuck," Charles screamed as Erik lost his control and started to slam into him. He saw stars as he leaned his head against his forearms, his moans matched by Erik's. "Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Oh, my god," Charles said over and over again – a chant to how good Erik felt.

"Charles…I can't….last," Erik finally said before coming with a choked cry. Charles felt Erik collapse against him as both men sank onto the floor. Erik unsteadily released Charles' wrists and pulled him flush against him. Charles kissed Erik's face, breathing unsteadily as they both came down from their shared high.

"Good grief," was all Charles could manage to say.

"Good grief," Erik said mimicking him. He grinned and raised an eyebrow. "That bad, huh?"

Charles laughed. "No, it was the most wonderful thing ever."

"I love you."

"And I love you, too."

Erik fell asleep smiling brightly with Charles' head pillowed on his chest.

Charles was smiling just as brightly.


Epilogue

Life does not have endings. It continues even after people are gone. Stories have endings, good and bad. The love between Erik and Charles was overwhelming, strong and solid. And like any other love story that continues even after the onlookers have left, their love had its ups and downs – mostly highs. To be sure there were many awkward moments; this was Charles and Erik, after all.

There was the whole ordeal with adopting a baby. Emma's wedding. Raven and Hanks' wedding. The whole run in with Charles' ex.

But all in all, the married life of Charles and Erik was peaceful…even if it was punctuated by the occasional tardiness of a certain professor.

End


Thank you all for reading this little story of mine. I am quite pleased that I got this far with this little universe of mine. It was quite fun to write and seemed to be quite popular. I am forever grateful to all of you who have taken the time to read, review and favorite this story. Like I said before, there might be a foray here and there with the secondary characters…and *gasp* I might even have a rough outline for some of them. ;)

Once again, many many thanks to It's Rayning for giving me the lovely prompt. Who knew that it would spiral out like this?

Now, as for the soundtrack of this story, all I listened to were the sound tracks to Amelie and Micmacs – both lovely French movies with the exact music that seemed to fit the story…at least in my head.

And now, that I've gotten it out of my system, it is time to return to the land of More Angst!

Reviews are strawberries. Gentle criticisms are chocolate covered strawberries