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Charles POV

Once Erik was properly placed in Charles' rather large bed, the entire family intended to make him fatter. Charles would grind down different kinds of vitamins and various medicines to keep Erik calm and well nourished. The professor monitored everything he ate and drank, almost to the point of becoming a stalker. He would taste Erik's food before feeding him, much like a king's servant would. Erik smiled once Charles had sent him the mental image.

It was at least an improvement… coming from Erik. Charles thought.

He fluffed up Erik's pillow without managing to fall out of his wheelchair. The telepath could feel anger rise within his weak lover's heart.

The was no way he could exorcise that anger by killing Shaw, the man was no longer in his right mind now. Charles did his best to help Erik, though he could feel the jealousy and regret emanating from him as he used his powers,

Powers that Erik no longer had.

He shuddered and kept that thought in; he didn't want to upset Erik in his current state. After a few days Erik was able to talk again, though he didn't have much to say. He would always call Charles to the bed and stayed by his side throughout the entire night.

Within the week, Erik's absence in the kitchen had left Alex as the main cook. Hank couldn't be trusted with all the scientific experiments he usually did; they would end up eating someone's chromosomes as his next project.

Alex clearly wasn't in favor of the decision.

He managed to make the food edible enough, to everyone's surprise, yet the look on Erik's face once the food was brought to him was something utterly different.

Erik POV

The pitiful excuse that Charles called food looked horrifying. If he hadn't been starving for three weeks then he would not have eaten it. He was able to eat by himself. Erik hated needing help with everything, though he was surprised once Charles decided not to hire a personal assistant to watch over him while Charles would go to work. Erik brought the fork to his lips as he tasted the newest concoction from Alex's so-called cooking.

"Oh my god…" Erik slowly chewed, tasting it for the first time.

"What's wrong?" Charles came speeding to the bedside, knocking things over in his wake.

"Umm… nothing, I just think that this just proved that Alex's cooking has evolved." It tasted like normal food now. After two weeks of Alex being in the kitchen, he may have gotten a bit better. It wasn't grainy or his hamburgers that had somehow managed to get turned into soup.

"Still doesn't even resemble what food looks like. But it tastes better." Erik took another forkful. The fact that he couldn't use the powers he once had didn't even faze him just yet. He didn't even want to dwell on that fact.

Charles 'smile brought out his own, less cute smile that resembled a shark's. That action made Charles laugh with him.

"So, now that you've criticized Alex's cooking, I think you've improved greatly." Charles beamed with happiness and it was affecting Erik at the moment. Charles pulled back the cover and felt Erik's bare stomach; he could feel muscle rather than bone, much better than what it was two weeks ago.

"Feels much better too…" Charles looked up at Erik, who wore the same grin.

"Umm… I don't think that's a good idea Erik, not at the moment." Charles quickly calmed the desire that poured from within Erik.

Erik wouldn't be simply calmed and Charles should have seen that coming, but Erik had already pulled him from the wheelchair and into his lap.

"Umm… uh reflexes are improving and your strength has been… umm restored." Charles stammered as he fought for words.

Erik's lips were on his in seconds, he was surprised that the older man hadn't cut off his words. Nevertheless, Charles equally shared the passion between them. Clearly whatever happened to Erik hadn't completely ruined him.

Charles POV

He could get just subtle images of what happened to Erik and what he had endured just to get an apple had disturbed the telepath. Though he hadn't known that Erik's power was gone until he had told him through the mental images, Charles had figured out that much. He realized that he was in love with a warrior who didn't mind shedding tears, but he stayed strong until his brain could no longer function. That part was what had scared Charles the most, until Erik had a seizure; he hadn't given up on him. Charles didn't forget the fact that this happened all because Erik wanted to help him; even though they could still continue a relationship with Charles remaining in the wheelchair. He was mad, but he'd been able to hold it in this long. He wanted to yell at Erik and his sheer stupidity and selfish acts that had caused him to end up there in the first place.

Charles took a deep breath and pulled away from Erik.

"Why?" Charles' tear-filled blue eyes stared back at him. Erik's gaze went to the floor as he sat up and drew back the comforter and sheets.

"It's not that important Charles." He said as he stood up for the first time in a few weeks during his recovery. He was clad in nothing but dark briefs, while Charles tried not to stare, even though he was pissed at him.

Charles was fuming, he couldn't hide his anger anymore, and he then sent a wave of frustration through Erik's mind. His posture stiffened as Charles' feelings filtered through him.

"It must have been that important for you to just leave me!" Charles shouted. Erik turned and slammed his hands down on the sides of Charles' armrests in anger.

"It's done, there's nothing you can do about it now," Erik's metallic eyes burned, "It's done and gone, and Shaw is gone…" Erik was mad at the fact that Shaw had gone insane. It would be pointless to slaw an insane man, it was almost cruel, despite what he had done.

Charles took this all in and it never stopped what he was about to do and slapped Erik on the cheek.

"For me?" Charles shouted louder, "What does this even have to do with me?" His hand slapped Erik's other cheek.

Erik's eyes widened and his cheeks burned from Charles' anger as he took a step back. He slowly backed away from Charles. It shocked him that Charles was so upset that he actually had struck him across the face, twice at that. Erik was smart enough to back away the next time, to avoid getting hit again.

This action only caused Charles' fumes to ignite like vapors.

"Shut up Erik, you've lost what's most important to you because of me!" He yelled, "You no longer have a power because of what that monster did to you!"

Erik POV

"That doesn't matter anymore, that's not what I want either." The calmness of Erik's tone seemed to anger Charles even further. Erik watched as the man that now stood no less than four feet from the ground seemed to grow within his rage. Before Erik could anticipate the lamp coming, it shattered against his leg. His eyes widened and he started smiling when his gaze traveled to the floor.

"What's so funny huh Erik?" Charles' tone matched that of a wailing siren.

Charles clearly couldn't see anything through his rage. Erik couldn't help but laugh and walk back over to him.

The professor swatted his hands angrily at Erik's as he grabbed to stop his flailing hands. Charles managed to get a few swats in, but Erik was more determined that he. Charles started sucking in sobs as Erik lifted him to his feet and swung him in a hug. Erik smiled broadly as Charles eyes lit up as he moved through the air by Erik's hand.

"Charles, don't be stupid." Erik sat him on the bed, and with his other leg he had kicked the wheelchair over. Charles huffed, that was a part of him and Erik just disrespected it.

"Hey!" He hissed at Erik.

"Hey yourself." Erik kept smiling, and Charles had no idea why. The professor watched as Erik dropped to his knees and took off his black penny loafer along with his grey argyle sock and started touching his foot.

"Stop that Erik, you know that won't…" Charles words stopped dead in their tracks.

"Oh my God…" He accent had never been so prominent.

Erik's smile somehow grew and Charles sat there, entranced as his third toe wiggled slightly.

He looked over to his right foot and moved the toes as well.

"This is what it was all for Charles." Erik was brushing his cheek against Charles' foot.

I should have seen this coming… Erik thought, but before he could say anything gigantic tears spilled over Charles' face.

"Oh!" Charles moved his ankle slowly, for maybe four months he had to live this way, and now this angel, this Erik, had given back what he had taken away. If Erik knew what a mistake he would make by twisting that bullet behind him and hitting Charles, he would have taken the bullet himself. Charles understood that fully now. He had gone through events way worse than hell just to get it back for him.

More tears spilled down Charles' face and Erik could feel the onslaught of overwhelming joy that blurred his senses. He didn't think about how strong Charles' mind really was until he almost toppled over from the joy.

Erik couldn't wait anymore for what was to come, or rather who would… Charles instantly caught the thought and lifted his legs slowly and gently onto the bed and scampered near the safety of the pillows.

He looked up at Erik, though he was probably ten pounds lighter, he looked amazing, and he was hungry, for him…

Charles let out an eep as Erik tore the covers from the bed. He wasn't nice to Charles' clothing either. The pants were ripped from the seams and the shirt and sweater vest were helpless against the powerhouse that was Erik. He let out a growl as the pants were tossed aside. Charles' noises went from high pitch squeaks and then to gasps.

Erik could have listen to the symphonies of Charles' voice all night long, he intended to do just that…

Charles POV

The telepath whimpered as Erik's hands brushed across his temple and then trailed slowly down his cheek, continuing down to the nape of his neck. Erik stopped there for a moment and massaged it with his lips, gently running them across his shoulders. Charles shuddered when teeth gently grazed his collarbone.

Erik watched as the other men trembled against his touches.

I wouldn't dare rush this… Erik warned himself.

Charles let out a moan as Erik's tongue ran slowly up the other side of his face, leaving a scorching trail of heat where the skin had gotten wet. Charles could feel a hot hand pressing gently into his back, massaging the spot. He could feel Erik's hand clasp harder against his back while gooseflesh prickled the exposed skin.

"Aaahhh!" Charles whimpered as Erik's other hand brushed a thumb over a dark nipple. Erik's teeth teased Charles' bottom lip, making it a deeper swollen pink. Erik could feel the telepath shudder and he then tossed his head back. Erik seized the moment and laved his neck with his skilled tongue.

"Mmmfff." Charles managed as he bit down on his bottom lip. That slightly crooked grin had enamored Erik. His lips met once more with Charles' and their tongues danced the song of desire, leaving both stiff with need. Erik's hand withdrew from Charles' back and it snaked lower, to a place Charles thought he would never feel again. He gasped once that hand peeled the waistband of his underwear.

Erik let it snap back into place, causing Charles to flinch in surprise rather than in pain. Erik knew that Charles wouldn't feel much pain once he was feeling pleasure; it seemed to offset the balance between the two. Charles gasped again once Erik's hand edged closer to an unfamiliar spot that he wanted to know so much more deeply, probably though, not as much as Erik at the moment.

The aggressive licking could only take him so far and then Charles wanted more. He pressed his tented pants against Erik's thigh. He responded rather quickly to Charles' desire, running two fingers along the length of his erection. Charles let out a whimper.

Erik palmed him through his trousers, while gently, yet firmly pinching his arse with the other hand.

"Ahh Erik!" Charles huffed as he rose half a foot from the bed once he'd felt the pinch.

Now Charles understood that it didn't hurt much once he was in the state of desire. His arms wrapped around Erik's neck and he kissed him harder.

"Oh God Erik, I don't know how much longer I can take this love." Charles admitted. Erik rubbed his cheek against Charles' and he responded with a deep groan.

"Oh!" Charles mouthed as he felt a part of Erik's erection against the front of his thigh. He could see that the fabric of the briefs were straining to the point of almost ripping, but before he could address it, Erik had a firm grasp on his hips and laid him back down on the bed.

"Oh… oh my, how groovy…" Charles grinned, Erik's own smile came at the mention of Charles' favorite word. Erik leaned over and planted a firm kiss on those cherry red lips. His mouth devoured him, like a starved man. He didn't need to dwell much on that last thought. All that mattered was Charles…and get his lover's rocks off.

Erik wasn't quite sure where to even begin, yet he could count each pulse that throbbed between his legs.

"God Charles… How do you manage to stay so fucking perfect?" Erik breathed in his ear.

"I'm not." Charles smiled, that was the image of perfection in Erik's mind.

With that last statement, Erik intended to prove to this man the he was, in fact, perfect. His tongue laved against Charles' own. Kissing men was far different from women, Erik knew that much from the way Charles had been projecting his thoughts.

"Stop thinking Charles." Erik nipped his shoulder and caused the man beneath him to jerk upwards against the scarlet and midnight blue pillows. The colors made Charles seem far more pale.

"Yes… yes okay!" Charles moaned once Erik's hands pulled back his waistband again. Erik watched as Charles length rose from beneath the cotton.

"Oh…" Erik smiled and cocked an eyebrow up and blew a kiss to Charles. Erik's piercing eyes looked up at him as his tongue trailed up the vein underside of Charles' cock.

"Shit!" Charles moaned. It had been four months since he felt anything down there. Everything Erik did, felt like a dam exploding open. Tremors went down Charles spine as Erik's tongue played over the slit. Tears welled in the corners of the professor's eyes.

Erik's mouth closed over the tip of his over-sensitive cock.

"God Erik!" Charles moaned as he clasped the sheets until his knuckles turned white.

Erik POV

He adored the half lidded gaze that Charles wore. Not only did it make his elongated dark lashes seem even longer, but his usually bright blue eyes were an almost full blown black with desire.

Erik was so far from being done…

"You look positively exceptional…" Erik grazed his teeth on the bottom of Charles' tip, eliciting further moans and gasps from him. Erik then ripped the side of Charles' underwear with his teeth, Charles tried not to scream, Fuck me!

Erik relayed the message, he would... but Charles wasn't ready for him just yet. Erik grinned as his tongue trailed even lower to Charles' balls. He took one in his mouth, causing Charles to cry out in pleasure. Erik intended to use that against him for a minute.

"You know the prostate isn't far from here…" Erik eyed him. His finger trailed to the small nub of flesh between the now swollen organs. He pressed slightly inward, causing Charles to jerk upright this time. Erik massaged the spot, just barely brushing his prostate.

Charles banged the back of his head against the headboard and tried not to finish too soon.

Erik sensed this right away and withdrew his hand and brought it to his mouth. They were chest to chest now. Erik then pushed his finger into Charles' mouth. The professor sucked on it like a whore, though Erik would have never admitted that, even to himself.

"Yes suck it Charles, you'll want it nice and wet." Erik licked the side of Charles' face, matting his hair against his forehead. He pushed his finger in a bit deeper, Charles didn't gag, it fact, he took it all in stride.

Erik was enraptured, Charles liked to suck…

He let out a growl of desire as he pulled back his finger. Charles let out a little whimper, but then an audible gasp as Erik's tongue dared to go down there.

Charles POV

"Erik no! Aahh!" Charles breathed as soon as one of Charles' legs was hoisted over his shoulder, Erik dove right in.

Now Charles became an incoherent babbling hot mess. Erik's tongue trailed at the rim of his entrance.

"Fuck, Oh Erik, so groovy!" Charles moaned while Erik tried not to laugh at that damned word again.

His tongue dipped inward, making the professor contract and his hands were then planted firmly against Erik's shoulders. His head bowed between Charles' legs was such a turn on; Charles was amazed he'd lasted so long. Erik's eyes darted up to his as he watched desire cross over his lover's features. The professor was panting now. His legs were now completely lifted above on both of Erik's shoulders, while his head fell back against the pillows. He felt Erik thrust involuntarily against his pale thigh. He wanted this just as much as Charles did.

He felt his toes curl against Erik's back, he needed something, anything, more of Erik.

"Erik, please… this is torture!" He gasped once a single slick digit pressed deep inside. Tears stained the sides of his face as he started bucking against the digit. Erik was kind enough to add another, then began scissoring him like a god. Charles' head turned back and forth as his eyebrows arched upward in the 'helpless fuck me' position.

He started moving his hips in sync with each thrust of Erik's expert fingers.

Erik then added a third digit.

Charles' eyes crossed with the agonizing pace as they teased his prostate, yet without completely slamming it. Erik was careful to not do that… yet.

Charles' hands tangled into Erik's always tame, slick-back hair. A gentle tug caused Erik to thrust upward, brushing his cock against Charles' own. The telepath moaned, his mouth shaped into a perfect 'o'. Erik growled and his head dipped low again. Charles almost screamed as Erik's tongue went to his swollen pink entrance. The telepath whimpered as more tears went down the sides of his face.

"Erik!" He gasped as pearl white rivets decorated his glistening stomach. Erik was quick to move, placing a firm hand on the telepath's neck and another firm one around the base of his cock.

'No… I can't have you come yet." Erik breathed hard.

Charles stared, blue eyes opened wide.

Oh my God, I didn't even know that was possible! My Erik!

Charles' thoughts were now running rampant as the fact dawned on him that Erik stopped his orgasm.

Erik just grinned wickedly as he planted himself firmly between Charles' beautiful long porcelain legs. Half of his hand was pushed into Charles' mouth again. Erik withdrew it quicker this time, but he stopped midway and swiped the white liquid from Charles' stomach. Erik coated his fingers with it, then starked stroking himself.

Erik POV

The look on Charles' face was unforgettable as he staved off his finish. Erik enjoyed that part, he wanted them to finish together on their real, first time. When he was satisfied with the even coat Charles had provided for him, he lined himself up with Charles' entrance.

"Are you ready for this?" Charles stared up at him.

"Let's find out." Erik licked his lips as he slowly pushed in two fingers to make sure he was stretched just enough.

"Ahh!" Charles gasped when his fingers went in again, but soon removed and Charles hissed at the sudden loss of his presence, only to be replaced by something much bigger. Charles bit on his bottom lip again, as Erik slowly started to push in with as minimal pain as he could muster. He watched as Charles put a hand to his temple and lessoned the pain.

"Erik, just… come on." Charles panted. Erik realized what h was doing and then in one swift glide he had pushed in all the way to the hilt. Both men gasped at this. Charles' quickly wrapped his legs around Erik's torso and felt his cock brush against Erik's washboard stomach.

Erik thirsted twice and then Charles gasped, feeling that same feeling that Erik had caused with his fingers, only now on an infinite scale.

"Erik yes yes yes!" Charles moaned and Erik captured his upper body against his, combining their sweat soaked bodies together. Charles' vivid blue eyes stared innocently up at him.

"Mine… all mine." Erik gripped his shoulders and slammed into him. Charles gasped as shouted obscenities at Erik as he stared pulling at the other man's hair.

Erik hissed as he went in again and slammed in his prostate once more.

"God! Groovy!" Charles shouted as his hands went from Erik's hair and scratched the sides of his face and down his shoulders. Now it was Erik's turn to moan, he thrust upward and pulled Charles into his lap and moved up in down. Charles eyes were drawn tight, but there were no more tears coming from his eyes as he gasped each time he came back down into Erik's wicked lap. Charles cooed in delight as his arms wrapped tight around Erik's neck and shoulders, causing their foreheads to touch.

Erik watched as that cherry bright tongue darted out playfully and licked his lips. Charles' hands went lower and grabbed his neglected cock. Erik's hands quickly joined once Charles' let go, he couldn't handle that much sensitivity. Erik wanted to push past his limits. He pulled Charles from the bed with one hand and held him high on his lap. Charles' eyes widened as he was completely lifted from the bed by one of Erik's hands, while the other busied itself stroking him off.

Erik slammed him against the wall, hard enough to draw a gasp from him. His flat palms pressed into the wall as he drove into Charles. Each movement caused the telepath to flood Erik's mind with what he was feeling and Erik couldn't blame his lack of control over his power. Charles' hands ghosted up Erik's back while pressing his nails in and down against Erik's rear. He bucked up into Charles, drawing their climaxes ever closer.

Erik, I'm oh god!" Charles' eyes squeezed shut as Erik's forehead pressed into his own. Erik could feel Charles' core tighten around him. It came in waves, each time it caused Charles' flesh to clench even tighter.

The telepath gasped as Erik's teeth sank into his shoulder. The slight tick of pain caused Charles to grab frantically at Erik. He responded and grabbed Charles' wrist in fist fists. The pleading look on Charles' face said everything and Erik wanted to take him there…

He pushed Charles higher against the wall and cried out as Charles' center tightened so hard around him he couldn't stop either one of them. Before Erik knew it, delicious white spread over his chest as it erupted from Charles. Erik could feel the heat burning his lower stomach and the hot burn he felt in his heels. He rocked against Charles and came seconds later.

"Oh Erik!" Charles panted, as he planted kisses all over Erik's face. Erik's brows furrowed as he bared his lower teeth while he filled Charles with his desire. Charles ran a shaking hand through Erik's horrifying case of sex hair that seemed that it would never comb back straight ever again. Charles felt Erik go soft inside him, but Erik hadn't withdrew just yet.

Erik carefully walked Charles to the bed and placed him at the foot of it. With a hiss, Erik withdrew himself from Charles. The telepath dropped onto his back against the cool rumpled sheets.

"I am in love with you Charles Francis Xavier…" Erik said as he lied down next to him, pushing the hair from his forehead.

"So am I, Erik Lensherr." Charles cupped his cheek and kissed him. Erik pulled him close, spreading the mess between them both.

Charles looked up at him as they both started to come down from their high off each other.

Then they were both startled by a knock at the door, Charles quickly covered himself with the covers.

Erik snatched up the closest article he could find, which ended up being Charles' ripped pants. He slid his legs into them and used a tie from the dresser to keep the other leg's appearance to represent something normal to the other leg.

He opened the door and met Raven's blue face.

"Yes… Raven?" He added for emphasis , knowing that since the last time they talked he had called her mystique.

"You look better, but kind of haggard, are you feeling ok?" She asked him.

"Oh never have I ever felt this good actually." Erik couldn't stop the smile that looked as if he was baring his teeth.

"Where's Charles?" Her eyes narrowed up at him.

"Oh have no idea what you're talking about." Erik feigned innocence.

"He's been missing for two and a half hours…" She interrogated him.

"Whatever do you mean Raven?" Erik taunted her.

Raven pushed open the door to reveal a disheveled happy Charles in the bed sheets.

"Haven't seen him huh?" She frowned.

"I'm not stupid Erik, and I can tell by your hair." She walked down the hall and Erik could hear laughter along with a 'You own me five bucks.'

Erik snorted and slammed the door shut and jumped back into bed with Charles. When the skin on Charles' stomach started sticking to Erik's he knew they needed a proper bath. Erik took Charles' hands and held him upright. The professor toppled over into Erik's arms.

"F… four months without walking, I need some practice again." He laughed. Erik raised a brow as he realized that pounding into him hadn't helped matters either, but Charles didn't seem to mind once Erik carried him into the bathroom.

Charles POV

Erik carefully set him against the cool tile, causing the other man to gasp along with a laugh as Erik rubbed him in slow circles against it.

Charles honestly couldn't be any happier, unless they could get married, but that would never happen. They both knew it was impossible, even in England, which seemed farther in social acceptance than most countries, but still wouldn't deem it legal.

"Marriage?" Erik's eyes widened at Charles as he turned the water on and tested the temperature against his palm.

"Oh sorry, I was just thinking… I mean we can't because it's against the law… so many religions and people say it's taboo or whatever." Charles' face went glum. Erik titled his face up and kissed him so thoroughly it made his head spin.

"I can still have sex with you, and be with you can't I?" Erik smiled and slapped Charles' thigh rather hard.

"Oww!" Charles rubbed the spot that quickly turned his beautifully white leg an angry shade of red.

"Doesn't it feel good to know how that feels again?" Erik curled his hands against the sides of Charles' face and kissed him. His hands traveled lower and Erik placed him on his lap as started showering him off.

Erik POV

The water felt warm against his back then his whole body tensed as Erik lathered his head with shampoo. It was amazing how sensitive the head was until someone else washed your hair. Charles laughed as Erik ran wet warm kisses across his shoulder blades. To Charles' surprise he felt Erik go hard beneath him again.

"Erik… do me." Charles cooed as his arms were captured by Erik's hands. Tanned skin against stark white had never been so alluring. Charles turned over and grabbed his length with both hands and pumped quickly. This pace had caused Erik to gasp and jerk against him. Charles wouldn't be able to have another one just yet, but possibly tonight he would have enough strength, but he wanted to get Erik off just one more time. His hands went in fast strokes that slammed all the way down, causing Erik's whole body to tremble.

"Yes, come on chap." Charles smiled.

Erik didn't take long with Charles' inexperienced, yet determined pace. He gripped him harder than he should have, but Erik preferred a little more added pressure. Much to Erik's shock and awe, Charles' head went down all the way. Erik bit down on his lip until he could taste copper. His arms strained as he gripped the bar handles that Charles had installed with his limited movement, Erik now had a better use for them.

Erik was quickly climbing that same ladder of pleasure, his back arced upward into Charles' mouth and to Erik's surprise he took all of it.

"God you amaze me." Erik said in between pants.

Charles then gently bit down on the side of Erik's abused length.

"was machst du mit mir Charles?" Erik growled in German. Charles smiled as he bit a little harder.

Erik gasped as he came into Charles' mouth, the telepath greedily sucked it up, causing Erik's eyebrows to raise.

"Oh I love when you speak German to me, love." Charles wrapped his hands through Erik's wet hair.

*To be continued*

Okay so this chapter is equivalent to five whole chapters… I skipped class to finish it, sue me, I have a test on Thursday and now I have extra work to do, but I couldn't stop writing. McFassy life ruiners are like cancer and once you get such a good story, you can't stop! Reviews are like the smexiness in this chapter!