Naah, sorry fr the long wait! Here is a new update! See it as a late christmas present ;D Happy New Year to you as well.
Hope U like this chappy.
Wenn auf der ganzen Welt Liebe herrschte,
wären alle Gesetze entbehrlich...
(Aristoteles)
Chapter 10
The room was dim lit, the light of the nightstands and the fire of the fireplace were the only source of light.
They were playing chess, again.
Erik turned his face towards the open window; the dark curtains moved slowly in a breeze of cold air. There was snow outside, and it was still snowing. Some lost snowflakes were carried into the room, but they were immediately melting on the warm wooden floor.
The fire in the fireplace was as dim as the light of the lamps, barely luminiferous but warm.
The fireworks could be heard in the distance.
"It is your turn now, Erik."
Erik turned his attention back to the chessboard and Charles; Charles was sitting across from him, his legs crossed and his hands folded on his left knee. His head was tilted and his too blue eyes were sparkling in the shadow of his face, eyeing him with a curious expression. He wore his favourite black vest and one of his white shirts, and in the light of the fire his skin had a cream-colored hue.
"Erik?" Charles' voice held an amused undertone as the telepath eyed his friend with a smirk on his too red lips. "Are you distracted?"
Of course he was distracted, always distracted by Charles, but he would never admit it willingly. Though, he was sure that Charles knew it anyway. .
"Me?Hm...Maybe." His gaze turned back to the open window. He could see the purple light of a firework. "It's the new year already..." He knew Charles and the kids for half a year now. It was still weird for him, to have something like a family. He was wary, because nothing could be as perfect as it was now...Something would happen, he was sure..
"Erik? Hey, I am talking to you." Something tugged at the sleeve of his green pullover; it was Charles, who had leaned forward over the chessboard.
"I am sorry." Erik sighed and turned around "What did you say?"
Charles chuckled, glad to have Erik's attention once again."I've said; don't fall into a depression, dear, because the new year will bring us something great."
Erik raised one eyebrow as he leaned forward, now nose to nose with Charles who watched him with his unnaturally blue eyes. Erik was sure they were glowing on their own accord. Maybe it was part of Charles' mutation...?
"Why so sure about that?" The metal-bender asked.
The telepath sighed as his eyes curved upwards with his smile. "Intuition." The young man purred and Erik was a bit startled because he had never heard him purr. "The cat of yours has a high effect on your manner of expression."
That made Charles laugh. "No, that was my own idea." He leaned back, but not before giving Erik's nose a nudge with his index-finger; he was teasing, something that Charles was very good at.
Erik smirked as he leaned further towards Charles. Some pawns fell to the floor, landing there with a low thud. One of them was rolling over the floor and under the bed.
"Erik, the pawns!" Charles' gasped, playing shocked, his eyes following the rolling pawns.
"Metal." was Erik's answer as his nose touched Charles' once again. Charles eyes were wide, but Erik knew he was playing on of his little games; Charles surley wasn't shocked, he never was, and he was not afraid, not of Erik. "I am sure you're able to remember their exact position on the chessboard." Erik grinned as he moved his lips to Charles', barely touching them with his own. "If you would want to." His lips moved against the telepath's lips. He could feel Charles' shaky breath, and chuckled.
"If I could.." Charles corrected him, his right hand moving upwards to grasp the collar of Erik's pullover. "But sadly I feel a bit...distracted..." He trailed off, his tongue darting out of his mouth to lick over Erik's lower lip. His blue eyes were wide open, giving Erik an innocent gaze as he smiled a sugar-sweet smile.
Bastard, Erik thought, grinning. He was sure Charles had heard him.
"That's my line to say." Charles laughed. A warm laughter, warmer than the fire in the fireplace, which filled Erik's chest with...love...
"That's right, Erik..."Charles whispered, his left hand caressing Erik's cheek. "It's love..."
Yes,it was love.
They stumbled to their feet, walking towards the bed, kissing as if they were afraid to let go of another. Charles hands had a tight grip on the fabric of Erik's pullover, pulling him towards the bed. The back of the telepath's knees hit the edge of the bed, making them both fall backwards on the soft sheets. Charles laughed, his laugh vibrating in his chest.
"It's four o'clock in the morning" Charles panted, letting go of Erik's pullover to smooth his hair back behind his ear. "And?" Erik asked, kissing Charles' jaw and the crook of his neck while Charles chuckled, squirming under Erik's body; he was ticklish and Erik knew it.
"I don't-" He stopped, chuckling again as he tried to push Erik away; it was an half-hearted attempt to free himself because actually Charles loved what Erik was doing to him.
It was always like this, there was always a small struggle, but in the end they had sex anyway.
"I don't think that sex at this time is a good idea because-" He took in a sharp breath of air as Erik's hands found their way under his vest and shirt, running over his chest. "Because..Because.." He tried to find a reason, but obviously it was hard for him to concentrate on his thoughts.
Hard, literally.
Erik grinned against the skin of Charles' neck while Charles tugged at the hem of his pullover. "You're a such a mean boyfriend, my dear." Charles huffed, pouting. Of course he was not really pouting, he enjoyed this far too much.
"I know." Erik mumbled. Their lips met in a fierce kiss, their tongues battling for dominance. Charles tasted of Scotch, no wonder, since they had been drinking Scotch while playing chess. Erik asked himself if they really had been playing chess, or if it had been a forplay. Somehow they had never managed to finish their chess games without kissing or sucking each other.
Charles' skin was soft, smooth under Erik's hands as they moved up and down the sides of the telepath's torso. Charles hummed, his hands trying to get rid of Erik's pullover, which was not as easy as he had believed.
Somehow they managed to get rid of their clothes, even if it was a real battle. Erik loved the look of Charles, when his cheeks were flushed, his breath heavy and his hair all tousled. Erik was sure he himself looked the same, but he certainly wasn't as flushed as Charles. And Charles eyes...They were half-lidded, dark, glassy, his pupils blown.
There was a grin on Charles' too red lips as he leaned upwards to kiss Erik. "Make love to me." His voice was low and solemn as his hand found its way into Erik's hair, twisting the strands of soft brown hair around his fingers.
"All the night long?" The metal-bender asked with the same amused undertone, his hand sliding over Charles' collarbone. His milky-white skin was so much softer than Erik's, but that's no wonder; Erik's life had been a lot rougher than Charles', and it had left its scars. Though, there are scars on Charles' soft skin as well, but they were not as deep and red as Erik's. Erik loved the barely visible freckles on the white skin; during summer they covered most of the scars.
Charles laughed, leaning his forehead against Erik's. "I really would love to do that, but I don't think that either of us has enough stamina to go through a night full of sex."
Erik hummed, placing a soft kiss on Charles' hair. "Love doesn't necessarily mean sex."
Charles raised his head to look into Erik's eyes. A soft smile spread across his red lips. "That, of course, is true."
And then they made love.
Erik began to kiss Charles, every bit of him, every inch of skin he could reach while his hands stroke along his chest, over Charles' nipple and further down. Charles was panting, his fingers dancing over Erik's back, over the scars and muscles while his legs wrapped around Erik's waist.
Erik could not tell how long they went on like this, kissing each other, sliding their hands over their skin, but at some point this simply wasn't enough anymore.
"Do it, Erik." Charles was panting, his lips open and even more red. He would not say ' fuck me', because Charles was still the English gentleman who refused to say such words. He tried hard not to beg, but even Charles Xavier had to beg some times; he was stubborn, but he knew when to give in.
He wanted something, and he knew he had to beg for it because he knew that Erik loved hearing him beg for it. And so he added, with wide blue eyes, "Please." with such a soft, pleading voice that Erik simply couldn't say no.
He couldn't wait any longer.
It didn't take long for him to prepare Charles. He opened him up with one, two, three vaseline coated fingers. All the while Charles' mental voice almost begged Erik to finally go on, his head full of the word 'please' and Erik's name; he was babbling, he always was when he was totally into it, and his hands had a tight grip on Erik's shoulders. Erik could feel the frantic beat of Charles' heart and the soft puff of air against his skin.
Charles was so impatient when it came to sex; he was eager, always eager to have all of Erik. Sometimes Erik asked himself why Charles was so hungry for love. Probably because he never really had someone before Erik, maybe because he had missed the love of his parents, maybe because he was a person who needed attention and love like food and air to breath.
They both groaned as Erik pushed into him, Erik because of the tight heat and Charles because he was stretched and filled. Charles was now clinging to him as if he was afraid that Erik would leave him.
"I love you, I love you..." He mumbled while pressing himself against Erik, their skin sticky with sweat. "Hng, Erik, my Erik.." He always talked a lot, also in bed, but Erik did not mind; in fact it only made him smile. Erik,on the other hand, was more the quiet one in bed. Of course he moaned and gasped as well, but he never talked as much as Charles did. Well, that was probably because his mouth was busy with doing other things than forming words.
His lips moved to Charles neck, kissing and sucking while he thrusted into the smaller body beneath him. Charles met every thrust of his hips with a jerk of his own, his fingernails digging into Erik's skin. "Ahhh!" Charles arched up as Erik found his sweet spot. "Ahh, please, Erik-" he tried to find words, but he seemed to have lost the ability to speak, making it difficult to articulate, let alone form proper sentences. And so he was begging, begging for something, begging Erik to go harder and faster but without saying it. He wouldn't dare. Though, sometimes even he couldn't hold back.
"Hn, Erik, faster!"
Erik chuckled, trying to fulfill Chares' wish; his hands were digging into the soft skin of Charles hips as he began to pick up speed, and he was sure his hands would leave bruises. Neither of them really cared about that.
Charles' arms wrapped themselves around Erik's neck, his breath hot against Erik's cheek as he licked over his skin, panting and gasping Erik's name while Erik kissed his neck.
He could feel Charles' feelings for him, could feel the love, could feel what he was feeling while Erik was thrusting into him. Charles' telepathy was always out of control when they had sex, but that was because Charles was too busy with being focused on the pleasure than on his mental shields. But, maybe he also wanted to give Erik something, maybe he wanted to show him how much he was enjoying this, how much he loved him.
"Ah..Ahah.." Charles' arms tightened around Erik's neck, pulling Charles closer to Erik's body as he pushed his hips down. The air was thick, their bodies sticky with sweat, their hair tousled. Charles' hair stuck to his forehead, the lids of his blue eyes fluttering with every thrust. He was panting heavily while he pressed his forehead into the crook of Erik's neck. "Don't stop, don't , don't..." He mumbled. Of course Erik would not stop, he hadn't even slowed down, but Charles was always talking, no matter about what, and so he talked nonsense since he couldn't find any words that made sense.
The light of the fire was dim, too dim to lit up their faces. The light of the lamps had been switched off minutes, if not even hours, ago. Erik could see Charles' face, but he was not sure if Charles could really see his face, since he was leaning over Charles with his back to the fireplace.
The light in the room was now grayish blue, Charles' white skin almost silver in the light of the moon. It was still snowing, and the wind carried the snowflakes into the room and onto Erik's back, but they were quickly melting, barely touching his skin.
Charles always looked so vulnerable when he lay beneath Erik, his legs around Erik's waist, his hair spread on the pillow, his lips even redder due the kissing ,parted to gasp for air, and his beautiful eyes half-lidded and glassy with lust. Erik knew that Charles was not fragile, and certainly not vulnerable ,but he loved this sight. He never could get enough of it, and Charles knew that.
Charles let himself fall back against the pillow, his spine arched off the bed as he placed his hands on Erik's shoulders. "Ahh..I-I am close..." He panted, eyelids fluttering as he bit his lower lip to keep himself from moaning out even louder. He was moaning loud, always, and Erik could remember the flushed cheeks of Charles as he mentioned it once during breakfast with the kids. Mental, of course.
"I am not a slut." Was what Charles had answered, indignant, blushing because he was angry and embarrassed, but Erik was sure he had heard an amused undertone in Charles' angry voice. "No." Erik had answered. "You are my adorable lab rat."
But still Charles was sounding like a whore during their times in bed, and Erik couldn't help but love those sounds he made; the gasps, the moans, the whimpering...Everything. Charles would still refuse to admit that he made those sounds during sex, but Erik knew that Charles himself knew very well that he made those sounds. He was simply to embarrassed to admit it, because Charles Francis Xavier never moaned or groaned for anyone, he was far too proud, and arrogant, to do that. Well, but with Erik he couldn't hold it back.
And he did it again, this time, moaning and groaning while his cheeks were flushed.
Erik couldn't tell who came first, but he could remember that he groaned and leaned down on his elbows, which were placed on either side of Charles' head; Charles, who was panting heavily as if he'd run miles, his eyes closed and his mouth open, his fingers tangled in the sheets of the bed. The blush was slowly fading but still to be seen. Erik smlied as he brushed away a stubborn brown curl and placed a soft kiss on Charles' open lips.
Charles smiled softly as his hand brushed over Erik's cheek. "Happy New Year, Erik." He mumbled, sounding tired. No wonder, it was around five o'clock in the morning.
"Happy New Year to you too, Charles." Erik whispered.
Somehwere in the distance the firework was still to be heard.
It was such a wonderful moment, such a wonderful memory.
Erik could remember Charles face, every inch of it, the smile, the bright blue eyes, the too red lips, the dark, tousled hair and the milky-white skin, which had been soft under his fingers. He could remember every pant, every groan, he could remember the smell and the love he had felt. Everything.
But, this memory began to changed, began to form into another scene, a scene that wasn't beautiful, a scene which wasn't full of love, no.
Suddenly it wasn't the evening of the first of January 1963, suddenly it was another night...
They still were in Charles' room, it was night, late at night, the lights were dim, the windows closed; he was sitting on the bed, next to Charles, Charles who was broken and whimpering, not because of pleasure but because of pain. The bed, in which they had been lying so many times before, was red with blood.
Charles clothes were blood-soaked and nearly torn.
It was Charles' blood.
It was the same room, but not the same memory.
And Charles' breath was shallow and heavy, his body was trembling, and there was so much pain in his dull eyes, dark eyes... There was blood on his face, on his too pale skin, his lips red with his own blood, his right hand pressed to his chest. He was coughing up blood, his nose was bleeding.
He was not crying. He was not doing anything. He just lay there, broken and bleeding, his body trembling with pain and the aftershock of the incident.
Those lovely blue eyes looked right through him.
His hair was sticky with sweat and blood.
It would never be the same, never like it once had been...
Yeah...Happy New Year...
"Sir?" Erik was pulled out of his memories as the driver leaned back towards him. "We are there."
Erik cleared his throat and nodded.
Las Vegas.
The Hellfire Club.
...
Ein Tropfen Liebe ist mehr als ein Ozean Verstand...
(Blaise Pascal)
...
The Hellfire Club was an ostentatious place, obvious something for people who loved attention. The walls were covered with dark red wallpaper, the floor was of white marble and there was golden stucco and decoration everywhere. The hallway was lit by large electronic chandeliers.
A lot of people hurried along the corridor, mostly seminude women dressed in pretty bras, panties or short skirts. The heels of their boots echoed in the hallway.
Some of the women gave him a quick glance, their eyebrows raised, whispering behind raised hands. Erik ignored them and continued to walk with steady steps towards the end of the hallway. He had no clue were Frost could be, because he had never been in the Hellfire Club before. His cape waved behind him and the light was reflected by his helmet. His face was grim, his eyes cold under the shadows of his helmet.
"Hey!" Erik turned around as one well-dressed man, who was dressed in a tuxedo, walked towards him. "What are you doing here?" There was a heavy emphasis on the word 'you'.
Oh,so, someone did recognize...
"I am searching for Frost." Erik replied as he continued to walk down the hallway. The white of the floor made the light too garish for his eyes.
"The White Queen is busy!" Oh, so that was her new name...
So, his instincts hadn't fooled him; Frost had been able to escape the CIA. She was a bitch, but he had to admit that she knew how to manipulate people. Though, Erik was sure that her appearance was to blame for her success; she was a telepath, but she wasn't as strong as Charles. Telepathy was only her second mutation.
"I don't care if she's busy or not." Erik answered, his eyes flying over the doors. They all were dark brown double doors with golden door door handles. "I can't allow you to visit her!" The man grabbed him by his arm, trying to stop him.
Erik growled as he turned around to face the man. "Then go and tell her that Magneto needs to speak to her- immediately!"
The man started at him, his brown eyes widened as he gasped. "But-"
"Hurry up! I am waiting." Erik yanked his arm out of the man's grip and walked towards one of the ornate chairs with red upholstery, which stood at the wall next to one of the double doors. An ugly green flower was placed to its other side.
The man stood there, gaping at him, but then he turned around and walked down the corridor. Erik sat down on the chair, waiting. He didn't have to wait long; the man returned after five minutes, his face a nervous mask.
"Please follow me, Sir."
Erik stood up and followed the man without thinking twice; this was for Charles, there was no time to think about anything but him right now. Erik had to do this.
He was led up a stairway of red stairs. The banister was made of pure gold, and Erik silently asked himself who could, and would, afford something useless like this. Normal metal would have been enough.
They went along a small corridor. The light was much dimmer, the walls a dark brown and the floor a deep red. There were curtains and transparent veils at the walls, but they were of no use. Probably they were meant to create a feeling of security and warmth but to Erik it looked more like a brothel than anything else. There was a lot of golden stucco at the ceiling and the window frame of the crossbar windows was made of bronze. It simply was too much of everything, it looked rather fake. But, Erik was sure that this was exactly what the founder of the Hellfire Club had had in mind; this Hellfire Club was just a big and rich fake society...
They stopped in front of a large wooden door at the end of the hallway. The door was black, the door handle silver. Somehow this door had something very cold, Erik could almost feel the coldness behind the door. He was sure he could see his breath im front of his face, but that was just his imagination.
The man gave Erik a nod, his eyes serious as he bowed and left the corridor without saying another word.
Erik stood in front of the door, taking a deep breath as he laid his hand on the cool steel of the door handle. He could feel the metal under his fingers as if it belonged to him.
Actually he really didn't want to go into the room behind the doors, his whole body tried to resist, but he had to face Frost. It was for Charles... But, what would he ask her to do? What could she actually do for Charles?
This was dangerous, she was dangerous, but Erik was far more dangerous.
The metal-bender pushed down the door handle and entered the room behind the black door.
The room behind the door was big. It had white walls and a red carpeted floor.
There was a large white sofa in the middle of the room and a bar counter right behind it. There was an amount of alcohol in the glass shelves of the bar.
The room itself was lit by one of the big electric chandeliers; it was decorated with glass splinters which hung like diamond drops from the arms of the chandelier.
"What do you want, Lehnsherr." A casual, almost bored, female voice spoke. Erik turned to the right corner of the room; Emma Frost, the White Queen, sat in front of large dressing table, on a white chair which looked more like a throne than a chair. The table itself had a large mirror, and the glass surface of the table was barely visible under the boxes of make-up and beauty products. Frost was brushing her hair with a brush, her back was turned to Erik while she admired her mirror image. She did not seem to be surprised that he had come to visit her, neither was she scared. Maybe she had foreseen his comming, maybe she had known that he would visit her some day. She was not stupid, she must have known that he wouldn't leave her be.
They still had a score to settle.
Erik was sure that she was scared of him, after all he had nearly killed her once, but she played the cold bitch once more, the only role that she was capable to play in front of others. Maybe because she was a coldhearted bitch, but Erik really didn't care if she had feelings or not; she was cold as diamond but the only telepath nearby. And, honestly, who cared about emotions? He just needed her telepathy, not her condolence.
"Don't think I'll offer you a seat, or a drink. You are not my guest, but I assume you don't want to drink anything anyway." She turned around in her chair, facing Erik; her eyes were cold, blue but not as blue as Charles', and her platinum blonde dyed hair plus her white clothes made her face pale and her eyes even sharper.
Erik said nothing as Emma sighed and stood up. She walked to the sofa and dropped down onto it. "A wonderful sofa, isn't it?" She leaned back, resting her arms on the backrest of the white sofa as she smiled up at Erik. It was a cold smile. "I see you've kept the helmet? A nice souvenir."
Erik didn't comment on that, in fact he stayed quiet as he walked up to the sofa; it was not his intent to start an argument or a fight. He was here because of Charles, because he needed Frost's help. She was probably the only one who could allow them, him, a glance inside Charles' mind.
"I need your help."
Emma blinked, then she raised one eyebrow; apparently she had not expected that he would say something like this. "My help?" She asked, humor swinging in her voice as she wrinkelt er nose. "You, Erik Lehnsherr-"
"Magneto." He interrupted her, his eyes glowing dangerously under his helmet. "For you it is Magneto."
"Fine." She snorted, pushing her hair behind her shoulder. "You, Magneto, the self-proclaimed saviour of us mutants, want my help?" She laughed, but her face stayed a cold mask. "What on earth makes you believe that I would consider about helping you in the first place?"
Erik had known that she would ask this question, and, yes, why should she help him? She had no reason to help him, and Emma Frost always needed a reason to do something, a reward, even if it was just her own satisfaction about something like causing pain with her telepathy or a nice new ring on her finger. For her it was always about her own needs, about her own interests, and if Emma Frost was not interested then she wouldn't lift a finger. She wanted a reward, and if there was no reward then there was no Frost.
"Well.." Erik said as he sat down on the sofa, facing Emma, who watched him with narrowed eyes. "Of course I could say you owe me something. After all I've spared your life..." He trailed of and he could see Emma's body tense. Ah, so she could remember their little encounter.. "But I know that it would be of no use to force you to go with me because you have to." Erik leaned back, a cold smile on his lips. "I know that you wouldn't cooperate with me if I'd try to force you, and you would probably try to betray, or worse, kill me."
Emma shifted around on her place on the sofa; she was nervous, Erik could read her body language like an open book, but she tried to stay calm and collected."So, what is your plan of convincing me?" She asked, her voice steady without a hint of fear or curiosity.
"There is no plan." Erik answered. She was stunned, he could she it at the way she raised both of her thin eyebrows. "I have nothing to offer." He continued. "Just a place at my side while we fight the humans. I have no money for you, nor jewelry. I know that you always need a reason to do something, that you want a reward, but I have none. All I can give you is the promise to stay out of your way, the promise not to harm you as long as you won't harm us. Else there is nothing that I could give."
She snorted as she raised her head to look at Erik from underneath her eyelashes, which were painted blue. "Tell me why."
Oh, smart Emma, she knew that, if she agreed, she would be safe. Safe from Erik, at least. He was a man who held his words, he wouldn't deceive her, and she knew it. She was safe, and would be safe, if she agreed. He wouldn't kill her if she said no, but it would definitely be better for her to agree. "Tell me what you want from me, and why, and I might consider it."
Erik let out a breath he didn't know he had been holding, then he nodded. "I need your telepathy." He answered calmly, but his heart was pounding in his chest. If she said no, what if she said no... He was glad to have the helmet, because otherwise she would have known that he was afraid, afraid that she would say no. "There was...an incident.." He cleared his throat. Emma watched him patiently. "Long story short, Charles is not the same anymore, and I need your telepathy to have a look inside his mind so that I can see what is going on inside his head."
Emma looked at him for a long time, and Erik was sure he could actually see emotions in her cold eyes. "You want to repair him, his mind." She said it in a casual tone, but there was a hint of...disgust? Maybe because she knew that Charles was unable to decide whether this would be okay or not. Erik was sure he himself would have been disgusted about the idea of going into another's mind without their permission to repair it, to fix something that had been broken by others without knowing if it was the best idea to fix what had been broken, without knowing if it would cause further damage, but this time it was different...
"Yes." He answered. Somehow he felt the need to apologize for his demand, but this was for Charles' well being...
Of course he could have asked Charles, should have asked him, but Charles would have refused to let anyone inside his head. He was not in his right mind, was not able to decide whether it was the right decision or not.
Maybe he should have told Raven something about his plans, but she would have tried to stop him. She didn't like Emma, neither did Erik, but sometimes the help of your enemy is your only way to solve problems.
Emma stared at him, but then she shrugged her shoulders as if to say 'if you think that's right'.
"You do know that it is dangerous?" She asked instead of saying anything about Charles. He nodded. Of course it was dangerous, after all this was Charles' mind. Charles, the most powerful telepath on earth. It was like running unarmed into a cave full of armed soldiers. Charles mind was a weapon itself, and he could easily kill them all with just one thought. "You know it won't be easy, especially because he is a telepath?"
Of course it was dangerous to enter Charles' mind without his permission.
Of course they wouldn't leave it without being hurt.
Of course Charles would try to get them out.
Erik was well aware how dangerous it was to enter Charles' mind.
"You know that he will fight us if we try to enter his mind? And you know that we could cause further damage to his already damaged mind?"
Damaged mind...Broken...Poor Charles, they were talking about him as if he was a broken plaything that had to be repaired.
Emma hissed and shook her head. Her blonde hair waved around her head like a white vail. "This is suicide. Charles Xavier is one of the stronges telepath I've ever met, and he could easily pulverize our brains, so why on earth should I try to repair him if he doesn't even manage to repair himself? Why should I risk my life for someone that I barely know?"
Yes, why...?
"Because I beg you."
There was silence in the room.
Erik closed his eyes as he continued. "Charles can't fix himself because it hurts too much. He is not capable to do much at the moment, and he has not used his telepathy since that incident. He is weak, Frost, broken, and he won't be a big deal for you. His mental shields are mostly likely broken or cracked, so it won't be difficult for you to enter his mind. Of course he will try to fight us, but he won't be able to kill us. Besides that, he would never kill anyone."
He didn't mention Charles' mental breakdowns and the loss of control over his powers that they had caused. He had to convince Emma, and he wouldn't convince her if he told her about the true power that Charles possessed, or about the fact that she could die. Emma loved her own life far to much to risk it for someone like Charles.
Emma liked to be treated as if she was something important, someone important, as if she was seriously needed. Erik would tell her what she wanted to hear, that she was stronger than Charles, at the moment, so that she would think that she was needed, that Erik needed her, and then she would feel satisfied, a reason to help Erik.
The simple thought that Erik Lehnsherr, Magneto, the man who was about to lead a war, the man who was unbreakable, that he could be on her mercy, made her smirk.
"Please, Emma." Erik said, but she hushed him wih one raised hand in the air.
"For you-" She smiled cooly. "It's Frost, or White Queen. We are still not befriended. Just because I'm going to help you with the little telepath of yours doesn't mean I'll stay with you and your...'family'."
Erik's heart skiped a beat. She would help him, she would help him, Charles would be alright...
"Though, you have to remember that I am not able to fulfill miracles." Her voice was stern and for one split second Erik was sure she had been reading his mind. "And remember, I am not doing this because I have pity for him, or you. I just do this because I am tired of this Club." She smiled as she stood up. "And because I know that there is no one else you could ask."
Arrogant bitch.
Erik stood up as well, a cold smile on his lips as he bowed gracefully. "Of course." Surely she had heard the sarcasm in his voice, but to his surprise she said nothing.
He straightened up and his eyes met hers; they weren't as cold as they had been at the beginning, but still there was this dislike in them.
"I am helping you because I know what you are able to achive." She said, her voice smooth, almost warm. "This is for my own benefit. I don't want the humans to win this war just because you're mourning about the lack of your... telepath."
And suddenly Erik was sure that Emma Frost had a heart, that she was hiding her emotions behind a shell of diamond, and that she wasn't as coldhearted as she let everyone believe. It was probably her kind of way to prevent being hurt.
"This will be dangerous, Lehnsherr." She warned him once more as they walked down the hallway.
"I know." He answered, once again.
But it was worth it, it all was worth it, because it was for Charles.
"You know, he will ruin you." Erik raised one eyebrow as he turned his head towards Emma. She wore a white fur coat over her outfit, though Erik was not sure if it was real fur or fake, and Erik was thankfully for that because she really looked like a slut with her white bra and high boots.
"What do you mean?" His voice was harsh, maybe a bit too harsh, because Emma smiled knowingly.
"Because-" She said, and her voice was cold and smooth, casually. "Because love has ruined a lot of men, and your love to Xavier will ruin you as soon as you start to be more worried about the well being of Xavier than about the mutants who'll fight as soldiers for you, in your war."
He did not stumble and he did not falter, neither he did he stop, nor did he make any sound. His face was an emotionless mask as he turned his head back towards the hallway in front of them.
"Why do you assume that I do love him?" He asked, his voice flat.
Emma chuckled. "Oh dear, believe me, I've seen enough men in love."
"That doesn't say anything about my relationship to Charles."
Emma chuckled again, shaking her head. "I don't know you very well, nor do I know anything about Xavier, but I know that you would have never asked for my help if it wasn't because you love him."
Erik snorted as they walked past a group of half-naked women. "He is a telepath, and useful to me. Maybe that's why I want you to help him?"
Emma sighed. "No. No, then you would have found another way, or you would have wanted me to stay at your side to be sure that I can replace him if something goes wrong. I know you do love him, Lehnsherr, but that' s not my business. I'll do what I can do for your little lover, but don't strangle me if something goes wrong."
Erik said nothing as they walk out of the Hellfire Club. It was raining, small drops drumming on Erik's helmet. Frost cursed because of her hair and her coat, which were wet in mere minutes.
It surprised him that Emma knew about his love to Charles. She wasn't stupid, this Frost..
"Do you have a car?" Emma asked as they stood on the sidewalk in front of the Club.
"No." And that was true. He had taken a taxi.
"Well, then we'll have to take mine." Emma huffed, walking past Erik down the sidewalk.
He followed her.
In his mind he was already back at the mansion, next to Charles' side.
Everything would be alright.
Frost would be able to fix him, they could help him.
And, Erik wouldn't let her do this alone, no, he was far to wary to let Emma inside Charles head without anyone to watch her.
He had planned it, over and over again, and it would work.
He would go dive into Charles' mind together with Emma.
Don't worry, Charles, Erik thought as he followed Emma down the sidewalk. I will help you. You will be alright again.
It was his fault, after all, because he hadn't stopped Charles.
Yes, Erik Lehnsherr was sure he could fix what had been broken by the humans.
It wouldn't be that easy.
HoHo,I know I am not that good in writing sex scenes, but I felt like writing some Cherik after all this drama stuff here D:
I hope you enjoyed it anyway.
Uh, and of course Erik didn't drive all the way from New York to Las Vegas xD I think he took the plane or...was flying..I mean, c'mon, he's Magneto after all xD!
Translation:
Wenn auf der ganzen Welt Liebe herrschte, wären alle Gesetze entbehrlich - All laws were all dispensable if love would rule the world.
Ein Tropfen Liebe ist mehr als ein Ozean Verstand - One drop of love is more than an ocean of intellect.
