Thanks everyone for your comments and for continuing to read this story! I hope you enjoy this update. Warnings ahead for sex and lots of swearing because well, Logan's in this chapter.
Chapter 13
"Oh thank fuck, you're here."
Charles grins broadly as Logan reaches over to lock the door, then pushes himself off the wall and stalks towards him. Placing his hands on the armrests of the chair, he leans forward into Charles' space until he's almost nose to nose with the Professor. Charles sucks in a breath at the heady scent of musk and sweat and looks up at the other man through his long lashes. "Logan."
"Professor," The word is a soft growl across Logan's lips as he brushes his nose lightly against the shell of Charles' ear. "Did you miss me?"
"Hmm...," He tilts his head slightly to the side and Logan promptly licks a swath of smooth, pale skin. "Of course, but I thought you'd be gone for a while yet."
"I called last week. Sean answered, said I should make my way back." He picks Charles up from the chair, wrapping his legs around his waist as the Professor throws his arms around Logan's neck. "Didn't say why, just suggested I do it soon."
He swings them both easily towards the oak desk and sets Charles down gently on the edge, pressing himself firmly between the other man's legs. Confident hands slide slowly up Logan's chest to his shoulders, slipping the leather jacket off to reveal the rippling muscles underneath.
"I'll tell you everything later."
"Good. We got better things to do than talk."
Charles gives him a soft, seductive smile and licks his lips, and Logan is on him, claiming his mouth in a bruising kiss that has them both moaning in pleasure. Rough calloused hands are gripping him tightly, sliding up to tug at his collar and yanking hard, exposing Charles' neck and shoulder to a sharp bite that drags a wounded gasp from his lips.
"Fuck Charles, you feel so good on my cock." Erik thrusts harder, shoving him down on the desk and throwing a leg over his shoulder. He rocks his hips in and out, sliding Charles along the hard, wooden surface. "You like that? Like it when I fuck you like this? In your office where one of the kids can walk in and see you, all spread out and fucked open for me?"
"God Erik..." Charles can't stifle the noises coming out of his mouth as Erik grabs both his wrists, pinning them down on either side of his head. He tries to lift up slightly, arching his back and thrusting against the man still pumping wildly in and out. "Yes...ah!"
Erik crushes their mouths together again and Charles can hardly breathe with the intensity of everything he's feeling. His whole body is on fire, every nerve raw and exposed as he gives himself over to the moment completely.
"Say it Charles. Say that you're mine."
"Oh god! I'm...I'm yours."
"Only mine. Always. Ugh...no one else."
"Erik...ah! Erik...no one else..."
He lets go of one of Charles' wrists to shove a thick stack of books off the desk, the large crash reverberating in the room. Charles opens his eyes and looks up at Logan, then pulls him down to wrap his arms around the burly man's neck and grips him tightly by his hair.
In the very next instant, Charles' whole body tenses as he's hit hard with a storm of anxietyhurtCharles from the looming presence just outside his office.
The door slams open.
Logan knows, the moment he sees him, that the wiry, dark haired man barging into Charles' office like he owns the place is the infamous Magneto.
He's never met Erik Lensherr, not counting that rather short recruiting attempt the former partners made years ago. The Prof. loves to remind Logan of his first reaction to meeting him, laughing at the irony over a shared beer or after a satisfying tumble in the sack.
He's certainly heard enough about Magneto though, in the last three years since he's joined Charles – on and off – at the School. Logan knows too fucking much about the CIA and Shaw and Cuba from the Prof's 'kids'; more than enough to know that Lensherr is bad news.
The man's face is a riot of emotions, flashing quickly from concern to shock to silent fury as his eyes rake over Charles body, sprawled on top of the desk. Logan can practically smell the pure rage and jealousy and lust pouring off of Lensherr and decides to have some fun with him.
He hasn't had a good fight in weeks.
"Hey bub. Get the fuck out."
Lensherr's eyes narrow as he takes a step closer instead, every single piece of metal in the room vibrating around them. "Get your hands off of him, now."
Logan pointedly ignores him, wrapping one arm around Charles' back and lifting him gently until he's sitting up on the desk. The Professor runs a hand quickly over his disheveled hair and adjusts the collar on his rumpled shirt.
"Erik, stop. It's fine."
The man's eyes are wild and predatory, never leaving Logan's face as he snaps, "No. It's not fine Charles. Who the fuck is he?"
The Professor sighs, "Erik, this is Logan. Logan, Erik Lensherr. Logan teaches classes at the School sometimes."
Lensherr crosses his arms and sneers, expression superior and smug. "You don't look like much of a teacher. What exactly are you teaching the students here?"
"Poetry," he extends the bone claws from his knuckles, cracks his neck and grins at the other man. "And self-defense."
The voice in his head sounds tired and a bit anxious though outwardly, Charles appears as unflappable as ever. Logan, please. Stop baiting him.
Are you sure? I could kick his ass for you, teach him a lesson.
Thank you but no. I can handle him.
I just bet you can Chuck. I can smell him all over you.
He snorts and Lensherr looks back and forth at the two men in front of him. His expression goes from annoyed to thunderous. "Care to fill me in?"
Logan grins again as the Professor shoots him an embarrassed look. I can explain. It wasn't...
It's alright Chuck. We said no commitments. No explanations.
Charles looks relieved and turns to address Erik, "I was just asking Logan if he wouldn't mind giving us a moment."
"Yes Logan," the sarcasm is practically oozing off Lensherr, "run along now so Charles and I can finish our conversation."
Retracting his claws, he lets his smile widen further before turning to lift Charles off the desk bridal style, and place him into the wheelchair. He ignores the mental eye roll leveled his way and crouches beside the Professor. Grabbing his leather jacket off the floor, he reaches for Charles with his other hand and kisses the inside of the man's wrist, rolling the soft flesh intimately between his fingers. "Sure Chuck. You and I can finish our conversation later."
Logan chuckles at the sight of the flustered Prof. turning bright red and Lensherr glaring daggers at the entire damn universe. He gives them both a mock salute and heads out, closing the door to the office behind him.
For a moment, he considers hanging around to keep an eye on things; there's no doubt in Logan's mind that Lensherr is a dangerous man. And then he remembers who else is in the room and promptly turns to head upstairs.
The Prof. is gonna wipe the floor with Lensherr. Logan almost wishes he could stay and watch.
Charles is mortified at his lack of self-control. How could he not have heard Erik outside the door? For fuck's sake he's a goddamn telepath!
He looks over at Erik who is staring at him, eyes burning with fierce hurt and anger. Charles knows he should try and explain; how their kiss earlier had confused and distracted him and that he hadn't meant for Erik to walk in on him and Logan.
"Erik, I didn't..."
"Just what the hell are you trying to pull Charles? Did you arrange that little stunt to punish me?"
He stutters slightly, bewildered by the accusation. "Wh...what? No! I wouldn't..."
Erik crosses the room and crouches in front of Charles, grabbing both of his biceps in an iron grip. "Are you trying to make a fool out of me? I told you I still loved you not ten minutes ago! And you kissed me! And then I find you in here with that brute with his hands all over you!"
Charles glares, pulling his arms out of the other man's hold. "You kissed me. And I didn't know that Logan was back until I got here. And you didn't even knock you just barged in!"
"I thought you were hurt." The words are delivered through gritted teeth. "How was I to know you'd be in here fucking the help."
"You bastard," Charles is absolutely livid. "You stupid, arrogant bastard! It's none of your business what I do with my personal life! You don't get to judge me! I haven't seen you in eight fucking years you don't get to waltz in here and make snide remarks about me or who I sleep with!"
Erik pushes himself up and stalks to the opposite end of the room, pacing back and forth. "I was merely commenting on your new recruiting strategy Charles. Do you fuck all your teachers to get them to stay on?"
The tone is Charles' voice is ice cold as he responds, "No. I've learned my lesson there. It certainly didn't work with you did it?" He rolls forward, face hard and expressionless. "And I'm not the only one who's seduced a willing body to their side, am I?"
"What? I have no idea what you're talking about." Erik shakes his head at him and continues to pace around the room like a caged tiger.
Charles grits his teeth and sends him Raven's memories of the night before Cuba, shoving them none too gently into Erik's mind.
Raven, naked in Erik's bed.
"Well, this is a surprise."
"The nice kind?"
Raven shifts into her natural blue form.
"Perfection."
"You're an exquisite creature, Raven. All your life the world's tried to tame you. It's time for you to be free."
Erik leans forward and kisses her.
Charles feels a vicious satisfaction at the stunned look on Erik's face. He folds his hands in his lap and stares up at the man he used to long to have at his side.
"You seduced my sister. You left the study after our argument and you found her in your room and you seduced her! You told her what she wanted to hear and did what she wanted you to do so that when you left, you knew she would go with you!"
Erik doesn't answer him and Charles knows – he knows in that moment that his suspicions all these years were absolutely true. He had always planned to leave Charles; Erik had known he was never going to stay.
"Charles," Erik looks as gutted as he feels and the Professor thinks he may have been projecting his thoughts. "I had no choice. I didn't want to leave..."
"Shut up," he's barely holding himself back from lashing out telepathically at his ex-lover. "You knew you would leave no matter what happened with Shaw. You kissed my sister and then you came back to my room and you fucked me..." Charles chokes back a sob, "And all along you knew you weren't coming back."
"It wasn't like that!" Erik snarls, his frustration warring with his guilt, "I asked you, on the beach. I begged you! I wanted you by my side and you turned me away!"
Charles barely hears the words, his thoughts focused thousands of miles away, eight years ago on a sandy beach. "You've never trusted me. You put on that helmet because you didn't want to risk me stopping you from killing Shaw. And even after you killed him, you didn't take it off."
"You did try to stop me Charles! You tried to stop me from sending the missiles back and you would have tried to stop me from killing Shaw!" Erik looks wrecked and he moves next to Charles again, crouching in front of the chair to look him in the eye, "I couldn't let him get away again Charles. I'm sorry but I couldn't...not even for you."
He sighs and rubs his temple tiredly before returning the other man's gaze. "And that's the difference between you and me Erik. You wouldn't give up on killing Shaw for me but I helped kill him for you, didn't I? When I was forced to choose, I chose you, against my own principles and I helped you kill a man in cold blood. And when you had to choose...well, we know how that ended."
"Charles, please..." Erik tries to hold his hand, only for Charles to push him away. "I love you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry I hurt you, I..."
"Get out." He rolls towards the window, turning his back before Erik has a chance to see the devastation on his face. "I don't want you here."
A few moments of silence and then the door behind him closes softly with a click.