The last thing Charles expected to see in the faculty lounge at lunch was Moira with a knife pointed at Erik with narrowed eyes. It was a plastic knife, but it still didn't negate the fact it was a knife. Charles walked to the table quickly with his sandwich catching Logan's attention. Logan nudged Moira making her snap up to see Charles before her face morphed back into her usual bright expression.
"Charles! How was your last lecture?"
"It went smoothly thank you," Charles smiled at her and then Logan before turning to an actually smiling Erik. Charles took a drink of his water before casually adding. "So, why were you threatening Erik with a plastic knife?"
Moira shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Charles turned to Logan giving his best stare down; the one Raven said always seemed could look in people's minds. "Logan?"
Logan glanced at Moira and back to Charles before sighing. "Just making sure Erik knows what happens if he fucks things up…"
Charles shook his head turning to Erik. "Please don't—"
Erik smiled. "It makes me feel better knowing there are other accomplices for me to have help if someone upsets you."
Moira laughed and Charles rolled his eyes. "Great…so Logan, anything new with you?"
Logan snapped his head up glaring at Charles. "No…"
Erik chuckled. "Shame."
Moira looked confused but went back to her lunch. "Did you send the video to Will?"
"Oh yes, he was thrilled," Charles laughed remembering the video.
After lunch Charles pushed Erik into his office before his TAs arrived. They stood against the inside of the door making out like ravenous teenager until Charles heard the distinct sound of Alex's laughter in the hall. Charles quickly pulled away from the annoyed German and straightened his shirt and then Erik's.
"Complete torture," Erik muttered before pecking Chares one last time and opening the office door to a surprised Hank, Sean, and Alex. "Gentlemen," Erik nodded and walked past the three to his office door.
The TAs filtered in smiling at Charles and greeting him.
"Good afternoon boys, you're all well I hope," Charles sat down at the table with them pulling out some labs needing to be reviewed.
"Pretty good on my end," Sean added casually taking some of the labs from the pile.
Charles smirked. "How's Angel?"
Sean glanced up for a moment before returning to his work. "Good…how's the German Shark?"
Charles narrowed his eyes at the red head and sighed before turning to a confused Alex and Hank. "And you two?"
Hank blushed a bit while Alex just smiled and replied, "Fantastic."
Charles chuckled and began his work on making the test he was giving the next day. He always made at least four versions of each test before a final decision on it (usually the morning of the test). Making up his mind was always a problem for Charles on most things, and more often than not made Charles a bit absentminded and frantic at the last minute of things. This was version number three of the test, and Charles liked it better than the last two, but found this the case with every other time. Funny enough, Charles more often than not ends up using the first version of most of his tests and assignment prompts, but he can never just make the one. Charles switched on the music behind him while the boys quietly talked about the labs they graded. Charles was lucky to have the three boys on his small little staff to help out. He didn't even want to think about what it would be like once they all graduated and got jobs in their fields.
"Labs are officially done," Sean declared.
"And the hand writing was all legible," Hank smirked at Alex making his boyfriend scoff.
"Well done boys," Charles smiled. "You all made it."
The three students started on their own work they brought with them. They didn't have a set time they were supposed to stay, but liked to stay for most of Charles' office hours in case a student needed help, or to get help themselves on whatever work load they had.
"Ugh…"
Charles raised an eyebrow at Alex. "You don't say Alex…"
The three TAs chuckled with Alex turning to the professor. "Sorry, I just remembered how much I hate French. Great language, but I'm crap at it."
Charles nodded in concentration. "Perhaps Erik could help you. He speaks French fluently."
"Erik," Hank piped up with a confused look.
"Oh sorry, Professor Lehnsherr…he's the—"
"The German Shark," Sean added casually still looking at his work.
Charles colored a bit. "He teaches German, but he's fluent in French, Russian, and oddly enough Finnish as well."
"He's the hot one Professor Grey was drooling over right, the one that was here before us," Alex added and Sean snorted.
"Oh the one next door," Hank asked
Charles cleared his throat a bit. "Ah, yes, he's the good looking one next door."
Alex scoffed, "Well, I don't really know him and I'm not sure a guy Sean refers to as the German Shark would be happy with some guy he doesn't know strolling into his office asking him for help with French work."
"He'll be right over," Charles smiled at the confused looks the three boys were giving him.
"How—" Hank began.
"I just texted him. He's looking for a reason not to have a meeting with a Spanish professor."
"Oh, I didn't expect you to be…texting the German Shark," Alex raised a brow.
"More than texting," Sean mumbled while returning to him work.
"What," Hank looked to the redhead.
"Nothing," the boy smirked.
Just before Charles was going to say something the door opened and Erik ducked inside and shut the door quickly with a look of relief on his face. Charles raised a brow and couldn't help but smile at how cute Erik looked when he was obviously sneaking. "I'm sorry sir, are you lost?"
Erik let a large breath out relaxing and smiling at the man at the end of the table. "No, just relieved I made it inside before the Spanish inquisition found me."
Charles chucked. "Pun intended."
"Of course," Erik turned to the TAs who were all looking at the man. "Hello gentlemen."
They all said hello in unison which gained a raised brow from the Shark. Erik looked at Charles, who was smiling. "My god, do they always talk in unison like the two girls from The Shining? It's creepy." The four at the table all laughed dissolving the awkward beginnings. "So, which one of you is rubbish at French."
"That would be me," Alex reached out his hand which Erik took. "I'm Alex, it's nice to meet you."
"Pleasure, I'm Professor Lehnsherr, but you all can call me Erik, since I don't control your fate in any class," Erik smirked while addressing the other three TAs. "And you two are…"
"Oh, I'm sorry," Charles shook his head. "This is Sean and Hank," Charles gestured. "How rude of me—"
Erik rolled his eyes. "If I had a nickel for every time 'I'm sorry' came out of your mouth…"
Sean snorted. "Right?"
Charles glared at the two of them blushing a bit. "Don't you all have things to be doing," he murmured.
Erik chuckled low. "What a lovely color," then he turned to Alex asking him about his French.
Charles continued to work on his test, now on version four, trying not to pay so much attention to Erik interacting with the boys. Not only had he helped Alex with his French, but he was now helping Sean with some of his History work while discussing it with Hank as well. It made Charles smile even more. Charles knew that Erik was by nature someone how shied away from crowds, was stubborn, stern at times, and even frightening when need be, but right now was a perfect example of why Erik was a wonderful educator. It probably did help that his three assistants were exceedingly intelligent, but Charles had no doubt that if they weren't Erik would still be wonderful. He also supposed he did have a biased opinion, but Charles didn't care.
"Wait what? Professor, tell me he's kidding."
Charles realized Sean had addressed him. "What…"
"You've never been ice skating?"
Charles raised a brow. "How on earth did you manage to stumble on to the topic of ice skating?"
Alex chuckled. "We were talking about hockey. You seriously have never been on the ice?"
"I'm not exactly graceful," Charles murmured with a bit of a pout.
Erik barked with laughter. "Still, I think it's a shame. We will have to go."
Charles noticed the knowing smile Sean had but chose not to comment on it. "I can't promise anything. I'm already imagining the bruises."
Hank smiled. "Good luck with that."
All too soon it was time for Erik to head off to his next classes and Charles restrained himself from getting up and lightly molesting the man, but it was hard.
"Until later," Erik nodded and smiled dangerously at Charles making the Englishman's stomach flip. He then turned to the TAs. "It was nice getting to know you all, look after him," he gestured to Charles.
Charles pouted. "I'm right here." Erik smiled but said nothing as he walked out into the hall. Charles looked to his TAs who were all looking at him expectantly, well mostly Hank and Alex. "Yes?"
"Nothing…he's nice," Alex supplied.
"You're surprised," Charles looked between the three.
"I wasn't too surprised, although I thought Raven and Angel were just being nice," Sean added.
"Hoy shit," Alex went wide eyed.
"What," Hank snapped his head towards the blonde.
Alex smirked at Charles. "Way to go Professor."
Charles turned scarlet and chocked a bit. "Oh dear lord…"
"What am I missing," Hank frowned.
Alex rubbed the back of Hank's hand. "For a genius, you can be so clueless, they're together Hank."
Hank made an 'O' with his mouth nodding and then smiled at Charles. "Nice one Professor." Sean just laughed at Charles' eye roll.
"Get back to your studies…" Charles grumbled but smiled.