A/N: Ah, Adam Pascal, my first love. This song seriously reminds me of Cherik.

Warnings: sexual implications, Charles/Erik, sort of fluff. Set at no specific time or place, really, but during First Class.

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Feed on infatuation, swallow just a taste of all that I am,

All I have to show.

Twist and turn me, bait and burn me

Smile and send me to oblivion.

Breathe and bathe me, be and save me.

Know I'm just here to the left of you.

'Just Here to the Left of You', Adam Pascal.

Erik eyes Charles coolly and takes a final sip of his drink before placing it on the small table beside him. "You're sure about this."

"Positive," Charles says. "I can do it."

Erik's tone is patronizing. "Of course you can."

Charles narrows his eyes in what is supposed to be a threatening manner, but really he merely looks as though he is slightly drunk (which he is). "I'm perfectly capable of defending myself, Erik."

"Yes – but can you do it without playing around in my head?" Erik queries, and with lightning quickness, he moves to grab Charles. Charles, anticipating the movement but far too slow to dodge, braces himself for the impact and uses his lower center of gravity to his advantage.

They grapple for a moment, Erik with an expression of amusement and Charles with his teeth gritted and brow furrowed. Charles puts up a valiant fight, but it is still ridiculously easy for Erik to get him to the floor and pin him there, one knee holding down Charles's hips and his hands pinning Charles's wrists to the floor above his head.

"You should be able to fight me off for longer than that, even when you're intoxicated," Erik says, tutting and keeping Charles trapped. "What if I were a murderer?"

"I'm not intoxicated. And technically . . ."

"Don't go there. Are you sure you're not even a little bit tipsy?"

"Cheeky bastard. You had an unfair advantage and you know it."

"Well, your mind should be an unfair advantage, but it isn't doing you much good, now is it?"

Charles suddenly jerks against him, and Erik, a little surprised, releases him. Charles, grinning triumphantly, does some of his mental voodoo, and Erik goes as slack as a ragdoll and takes Charles's place on the floor, completely helpless.

Charles proceeds to straddle Erik's middle and smirk down at him in a way that can easily be construed as seductive, if Erik is inclined to take it that way (and he is rather inclined, he has to admit). "Ha-bloody-ha."

"You cheated," Erik argues, his body still limp. "Now let me move."

Charles cocks his head slightly, and Erik feels his entire body stiffen (in every sense of the word). "I didn't cheat –,"

Erik springs, rolling them over, and Charles thrashes, struggling against him. "Gah –,"

They wrestle – Erik is stronger, but Charles sees each move that pops into his head and compensates. But in the end, Charles flops and goes still, submitting, and Erik smirks at his victory.

They are spread out in the center of the floor, chests flush, narrow hips pressed together, and faces inches apart – is it any wonder that Charles promptly leans up and kisses Erik?

Erik kisses back rather inelegantly, holding Charles to the floor and giving off a quiet, masculine growl.

Finally, Charles breaks the kiss for air and pants, "We should – ah . . ."

Erik murmurs against Charles's ear, "Ah?"

"We should try . . . wrestling . . . with our clothes off."

Erik chuckles. "You are full of dreadful pick-up lines, Charles."

"They aren't the best, true. But they generally suffice."

Erik smirks. "Well, that is a brilliant idea."

"What?" Charles asks breathily as Erik's mouth moves over his neck.

"Removing our clothes," Erik reminds. "You never know when you may find yourself, ah, rolling around naked."

"Rolling around naked with you?"

Erik fights the urge to laugh. "Yes, Charles. But I doubt you'll be able to hold me off for very long now."

Charles's grin is both drunken and sly. "Oh, woe is me," he says, before he promptly pushes upwards and flips Erik onto his back without the slightest difficulty. "The question you should be asking is – can you hold me off?"

Erik smirks. "It'll be a hard job, but I'll give it a shot."

A/N: Thanks so much for reading, reviews always appreciated!