Warnings: Sexual content begins in this chapter.
"Mr. Xavier is it true you were taken hostage by Magneto?" "What? No! No no,nothing like that. He saved me actually and a couple of kids too." "Mr. Xavier, did you see his face, any idea who this madman could be?" "I didn't see who he was and his voice was quite muffled when he spoke."
"Could you give the press your official statement, what do you think of Magneto? Is he a madman criminal or a vigilante angel trying to save Gotham?"
"Well, I...I think he's a man. Just a man trying to do what he can, sometimes his decisions are poorly made but his intentions under it all are good. That's all I have to say."
Charles' interview about Erik's nightly persona had been ringing in the man's ears for the last month, he was strangely happy with it. Or at least that his trust had not gone for nothing.
There had been a longing in the back of his mind, ever since dropping Charles off at his apartment, to see the other. It wasn't impossible, all he would have to do would be to make an excuse to visit his building and suddenly happen upon the employee. Yet he did not do so. His chance came towards the end of the month, Halloween approached and Erik had just started going through his invitations.
Being who he was the man always received countless invites to parties, get-togethers, you name it from both inside and outside of the company. Filing through the stack of spooky decorated cards he had to stop himself seeing one from the Pharmaceutical address, he turned it over to see what it said. An invite to the Halloween dress party that upcoming weekend and signed, Sincerely, Charles Xavier.
The weekend came and Erik slapped together a rather horrible looking devil costume, horns, pitchfork, black cape and a not giving a fuck expression on his face. Going to the party, it caught him by happy surprise that it wasn't a boring office party like he had been expecting. It was dark with colorful lights flickering everywhere and music with a damn good beat as employees talked, danced and snacked in all sorts of costumes.
He was greeted by plenty of employees but none stayed to make conversation, grabbing himself a cup of punch Erik surveyed his employees. Spotting his intended target moments later with cat whiskers drawn on his face, matching cat ears and a tail clipped to his backside as he talked to a scrawny but tall guy wearing glasses.
Exuding confidence the billionaire stepped over into the conversation, "Good evening Mr. Xavier."
"Mr. Lehnsherr!" the other beamed, "I didn't hear that you'd decided to join us tonight, it's lovely to see you! Oh, where are my manners? This is the Head Scientist down in the labs here, Dr. Hank MCcoy. Hank this is well, the Boss, Mr. Lehnsherr."
Sharing a handshake Hank had foregone wearing a costume, "Nice to meet you sir. I'm going to give your tip a chance Charles, wish me luck." and then stepped out of the conversation to go ask a blond girl on the dancefloor to well, dance.
"I'm so happy you came, I actually wanted to talk to you about something sir." Taking a quick glance around to make sure no one was paying attention to them, Charles gestured for his boss to follow. Stepping out of the party and taking the steps up to the next floor the taller man asked, "What is this about?"
"Just wait." the upper floor was the one Charles normally worked on with all of the cubicles lined up. Walking to his desk the cat-clad man pulled out a piece of paper and held it out to Erik to look over. The paper was a list of materials and pictures modeling a prototype of a similar helmet that Erik wore when he was Magneto, but with a few extra features including a retractable mouthpiece.
"I hope I'm not overstepping my boundaries, the idea just wouldn't leave me alone until I wrote it down." Charles apologized and scratched his cheek with a single fingernail, smearing a little of one of his whiskers. Furrowing his eyebrows as his eyes traced the paper over and over again he couldn't help but ask, "You thought of this on your own. What are you, an engineer on the side of working here?"
Holding his arms behind his back in a slightly shy mannerism Charles looked away, still a happy look on his face but he seemed less boisterous about this talent than anything else they had ever spoken about. "My father worked as a weapons and armor designer for the Army for a long time. I'd wanted to be like him for most of my childhood, until I realized how many people died from my father's creations. By that time I'd already grown fond of creating new things. Nothing amazing but this, this-" he pointed to the paper, "I'm actually quite proud of. We could make it out of a much sturdier metal, tweak the design a bit, add in some fabric so it doesn't hurt the top of your head, I could add-" Charles started going off on a tangent and counted ideas off of his fingers.
Stifling a deep laugh it bubbled up anyways and caused Charles to stop talking and his face go bright red. "Sorry, I got carried away."
"Don't be. Do you want to come work for me?" he set the paper back onto the desk and let his plastic pitchfork lean against the nearby chair. "I mean, I already do work for you sir."
"You know that isn't what I meant. Work for me in my workshop, I'm good at building but designing new things has always been a challenge for me. I could seriously use someone like you, smart, dependable, trustworthy." If Erik had thought Charles was blushing before then after he said that the man's face had gone an even darker shade.
"I'm really flattered, but I don't know if I could handle working full time here and also in your shop." Giving a light-hearted scoff Erik shook his head, "That's easy. I'm the owner, all I need to do is insist I have some special projects that you need to work on for me a few days out of the week, you can work Monday to Wednesday your usual hours but Thursday and Friday you work in my shop."
"How about it?" the taller man asked with confidence and extended a hand to seal the deal. With only slight hesitation Charles reached and shook the hand. "Hah, ok ok you've got a deal sir!"
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Hiring a one Charles Xavier had to be one of the best decisions Erik had ever made in his life, the man was more than dependable and well worth the double pay he had given the man on the two days a week he worked in Erik's personal shop underneath his home on the outskirts of Gotham. Almost two months had passed by and snow littered the ground everywhere in big heaps.
Though the holiday had passed by he would never forget that Charles had gotten him a little basket for the days of Hanukkah, one for each day. Just little things such as candy, a card, a bottle of wine, and a few others. A sweet gesture from someone Erik was learning to very much appreciate in his life. After all when he'd been asked what he celebrated Erik had made sure to tell the younger man he wasn't so much Jewish as he was Jew'ish, that dumb joke had gotten a bright laugh out of the other.
People within his rich social circle had started to notice Erik's more than often good moods as of late but had no ideas what could have been causing it.
In the only way he knew how to thank Charles for his excellent work and the presents, Erik had given Charles a large bonus as a Christmas gift. The first work day after the holidays his new favorite employee came marching into the shop after being let in by the security system and stomped straight up to Erik. Shoving a check into his chest, "That is way too much!"
Blinking he looked at the check, the holiday check he had sent Charles at the office. "You deserve it."
"Not...not that much! I barely do anything around here, I can't accept it Mr. Lehnsherr." he insisted and fidgeted with his hands.
"Charles please." a light feeling fluttered through Erik's chest, something he hadn't felt in a very long time before Charles had started working with him personally. "You've improved just about every piece of equipment I use, you're making new pieces, fix my broken shit, clean up after my messy ass! You deserve every penny of this."
Taking Charles' wrist and turning the man's palm upward Erik placed the check back into the other's hand. "I want you to know how much I appreciate you Charles." he had begun using the man's first name only recently and it still tingled every time it passed through his lips, Erik had yet to be able to convince the other to use his first name back.
They never spoke of the kisses they had shared when he had still just been Magneto to Charles but he knew well that the spark between them had not faded away with time. They still shared wonderful and sometimes heated conversations, lots of smiles and laughs were exchanged and every once in a blue moon their fingers or arms would brush as they worked together. Even sometimes Erik would purposefully stand behind Charles and move in close so they could feel each others body heat, pause to make sure it was felt, and then continue to ask whatever he had stepped over to ask.
Business as Magneto had come to an all-time slow and Erik had to wonder if even villains took time off during the holidays to spend with loved ones, he was grateful if they did. He'd gotten to spend so much time in the late evenings with Charles while he would tinker and the brunette would read off what pieces needed to be tinkered away on to improve.
One late evening at the end of January, Erik had left Charles to his own devices down in the workshop. The little workaholic had been going at a small piece of electronics that needed complete rewiring, it had been driving him nuts all evening since he had come in and refused Erik's suggestions to take a break and work on it another day.
So, he had gone upstairs to his actual house and made himself a cup of coffee, and Charles a cup of his favorite tea before returning. Stopping in the doorway Erik smiled to himself, he watched his companion stand fidgety at the table and pulled at wires with wire strippers. Hair mussed, jacket piece discarded leaving Charles in his white shirt, vest and trousers that always had his belt pulled tight which showed off his slim waist. A sight of perfection.
Waves of desire rolled in from Erik's heart to his chest, and down to his groin as it grew hotter. Setting the cup and mug of hot liquid on a nearby table the billionaire stalked up quietly behind Charles and leaned in close, hovering a hand over the man's side before making contact. The other jumped slightly but relaxed just as quickly, "You startled me you were so quiet, did you bring the drinks?"
Silently Erik pressed his body closer to fit more uniformly against Charles' figure, tilted his head forward to lightly bury his nose against the curls of the other's mussy brown hair. It had become slightly greasy from Charles' running his hands through it all evening, something he had done often when he got irritated with a project, but Erik didn't mind in the least and the scent of whatever shampoo the man used still was there.
"Ah...sir?" came the soft question. Something the part-time hero had learned about his companion greatly had been that he was not easily embarrassed, very seldom things were capable of such a feat. One thing that had always done the trick had been when Erik would compliment him heavily, it seemed that his advances had also caught Charles off guard enough to make him shy even though he had expressed confidence in their first and only kiss many months ago.
Reaching around the other's smaller frame with both hands Erik began unbuttoning Charles' vest and then his white shirt, his lips found purchase at the back of Charles' neck ripping a shuddered breath from him. When all of the buttons took too long he left the shirt dangling halfway open and instead focused on other tasks.
A hand pushed at the top of Charles' pants after it had plucked the shirt out from being tucked into them, dipping fingers slightly under the band but never going much deeper and teased the skin. The other hand snaked its way around Charles' inner thigh and drew upwards, that caused the younger man's hands to slam down onto the table in front of them and a loud gasp to escape his mouth.
Planting a few more kisses at his companion's neck Erik nuzzled up and flicked his tongue and nipped his teeth along the skin of Charles' earlobe. "I want to...I want you. Can I?" He had never given the other man a reason to fear saying no to him, in fact Charles had said no to him for plenty of other reasons before.
"I'm going to continue then unless you let me know otherwise."
Several long minutes later Charles found himself bent over his workstation with his ass willingly in the air, having been fingered to a point where his legs had begun shaking and his cock dripping precum from such masterful touches. Trousers were pooled around both men's legs, a hand gripped at Charles' hip to keep him steady as he gave the younger a moment to breathe between activities.
Fisting his erection slowly before he just couldn't take it anymore and pressed the tip to Charles' awaiting hole. Within moments Erik had himself pumping roughly but slowly in and out of his new lover's ass, being met with no complaints he took that as a good sign and tightened his hands at the other's waist. Digging his fingers in tightly as Erik picked up pace, fucking into Charles with new vigor and watched as every few thrusts inside would leave Charles' whole body shuddering along with his constant mewls and outcries he had been trying to hold in.
Each time Charles' body would shudder his ass would clench tight around Erik's cock, after a few times the man had to bite down on his bottom lip hard to contain himself and not cum from the act alone. "Fuck." Without touching his cock once Charles' body started to tighten up and not let go, his back arched stiffly as he chanted, " 'm gonna g-gonna cum. Oh god I'm gonna-!"
A hot spurt of cum squirted onto the floor as Charles' legs shook uncontrollably from his intense orgasm, his tightened ass muscles constricted. It was too much for Erik who had gone into the act pent up already, he let himself go and felt pure bliss as he came inside of his lover and let the tight muscles milk him dry of his cum.
Leaning over the body under his Erik kissed at a clothed shoulder sweetly and ran his hands soothingly along Charles' quivering legs, when the tremors slowed he finally let himself pull out. Careful to be gentle and not disrupt the sensitive feeling his companion probably felt. Taking a step away from the mess of a person he had just created the young billionaire marveled at his work, it had been a long time since he had made someone come so undone. His steely eyes followed a long bead of white cum as it dripped down Charles' inner thigh with satisfaction.
When he was finally able to pull himself together the young genius stood up and turned around to face his boss, lifted a hand and gesturing with a single finger for Erik to come closer again. Coming close the taller man watched him carefully, "Charles?" worried that he may have upset the other man somehow even if their sex had felt nothing but consensual.
His worry flew away when he was tugged by his hair into a slow kiss, "Take me to bed."
They had each other several more times in Erik's bedroom upstairs, each time his balls would press flushed against Charles' ass and they would ravage each other. Erik seemed a master of working his cock and constantly had his lover crying out loudly as he pounded away inside of him and made him cum repeatedly throughout the night.
When morning light began to flood into the room Charles peeled his eyes open by fluttering them rapidly. With his lust having been curbed repeatedly he could start to feel reason come back to himself. His body ached, particularly his ass and hips, the familiar feeling of dried cum stained his ass, thighs and stomach alike as memories of the night flooded back into his head. Next to him laid a fine piece of man, sheets having fallen off of the sleeping form who laid on his stomach, giving Charles a nice view of his great ass and muscular shoulders that were littered with nail scratches.
"Nn fuuuuuuuck..." he put his hands over his eyes for a moment, "What did I do last night?"
With a dry and sleepy voice Erik began to stir and sit up having just been half asleep, "You did me, that's what. Or have you forgotten already?" his flirty voice filled the air between them. Strong hands took hold of Charles' ankles and flipped the smaller man back into the bed and spread his legs, holding them apart so that Charles could not close his legs at all.
Being so exposed the feet started to lazily kick, "Mr. Lehnsherr, this is very inappropriate! Let go or I'll sue you for harassment!" he cried out with empty threats.
"It's Mr. Lehnsherr now is it?" Erik's bubbled out a joyous laughter, "Because last night it was Erik. Or more like Erik, ooh Erik!" he mimicked a very high pitched and needy moan but let go of the other's legs. Pushing himself away from Erik irritably Charles got up and out of bed before stretching his arms above his head and announcing, "I'm taking a shower."
In the bathroom Charles had turned on the water flow and waited for it to become hot and steamy, giving him a chance to look over his body in the large body length mirror. Love-bites were everywhere on the right side of his neck, shoulder, and chest. Erik obviously had a side preference where he marked his territory. The rest were all marks he had come to expect from doing things like this before in his life, mostly finger bruises from being held tightly at the waist and all over his thighs, none of the marks upset him.
Stepping under the hot spray of the shower Charles felt every muscle in his body unclench and relax as he began to clean himself of all the jizz dried on and inside of his body. A knock sounded at the door but footsteps came in, "I'm coming in too." Erik announced only seconds before pulling the sliding door open and stepping into the decently large shower.
"Hey! I didn't say you could come in yet!" as much as he had enjoyed the previous night the young man hadn't decided if his body could handle morning sex right after. "Relax Charles!" There were no moves to grope or rutt against him, nothing that Charles had come to expect from showering with others in the past. Instead, Erik reached straight past him for the shampoo and proceeded to wash his own hair and then start massaging the suds into Charles' scalp as well.
It felt heavenly as the fingertips applied pressure to his scalp and he found himself unconsciously leaning back into the taller man under the hot spray. "About last night Erik." a simple kiss was pressed to his cheek, "I love it when you say my name. Please continue." Erik muttered.
"I apologize!" the British tone spouted quickly and was met with a confused, "Huh?"
"I...apologize." Charles repeated slower, "I know that I can be quite...insatiable in bed when I let myself go."
"Insatiable doesn't even half describe you in bed." Erik said in an amused tone, "I didn't even have to touch your dick and you came, every time. And always before me too. Oh man and don't even get me started on the things you said when we got really into it-!"
Cutting him off Charles said, "Please don't repeat any of it! I-I know what I said. I'm so sorry about all of it."
"Don't be so utterly ridiculous. So what if you really enjoy sex? I'm just happy that I could make you feel so good, or maybe my intentions aren't coming across clear enough to you. I'll be blunt, I care about you Charles, you're more than just an employee to me and you're more than just a quick fuck so don't even think about any of that." Erik insisted. "But, if the sex was all you wanted from me I'm not pressuring you into anything, I merely enjoy whatever I can get from you."
The slight open-mouthed expression that dawned on Charle's soft face gave way to questions Erik really wanted to ask, if it weren't for the shower stream he could have sworn a few tears had dripped down the other's face before he moved to press his forehead against Erik's wet chest. Circling his arms around the smaller frame the taller of the two planted a kiss on the top of Charles' head as a split second thought passed through his head. Who hurt you to make you give that expression I just saw?
"Let me take you out on a proper date sometime, anywhere you like. Just name it." a muffled, "Erik?" came out softly. "Hn, yeah?" The smile just wouldn't leave Erik's lips, he really did enjoy hearing his name from Charles' lips both in the throes of passion and in everyday conversation. "I really like you too."
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There were times Erik was very thankful his boyfriend seemed to have nerves of steel when dealing with the press and the patience of a saint since Erik ran a fortune 500 enterprise and often had to move their lovey times around on the calendar. The first month of dating had been the most annoying when it came to headlines.
"New Year, new romances for billionaire Erik Lehnsherr?" "Lehnsherr Finds Pleasure in Work. "Love blossoms for young bachelor." and a few others had been posted soon after they had been photographed out together twice within a week by the paparazzi. Once while holding hands.
There had been an initial backlash on both of them, Erik for dating an employee and Charles similarly for seeing and sleeping with his boss. It always angered Erik to no ends that when it came to him he was given a pass and just snipped at for dating someone who worked for him. Whereas Charles reporters always seemed to skip right to sex, as if that was all the two ever did together and the younger man did it for perks in the job.
In fact, the two hadn't had sex again since that night of bodily exploration, the nightly vigilante had attempted to initiate it several times only to be warded off with hesitation on Charles' part. He seemed worried and self-conscious that he would do something during sex that would disgust or scare Erik away. So the older man decided to give it time before he'd ask again, sex was always a good bonus but his real prize had always been Charles' company.
Eventually the news would get bored when they would see the two weren't going to split up but until then the two men just had to ride out the waves.
Not only in his personal life but change had been evident in Erik's secret identity life as well, with Charles usually sitting at the control booth in the Mag-Cave(which he had been grilled several times on how silly that sounded) the presence of such a softening person in Erik's life took its toll. Magneto hadn't killed a single criminal since, instead he trapped and contained them or if he had to beat them bloody before turning them over to the cops. When going into scenes Erik's first reminder always came in the form of, "Get the citizens out first, then blow up the place all you like."
Charles seemed to think that deep down inside of Erik Lehnsherr there was much more good than he let on, a much softer side that Erik himself had only just started discovering himself. The feeling to be soft and gentle bloomed every time he was near his boyfriend.
One night, like many others they had shared, Magneto came home to the Mag-Cave and headed straight to the control room to find his boyfriend waiting for him in the chair. Pressing the button that retracted his mouth guard Erik leaned over and stole a kiss from the other man's lips, "No deaths, very few injuries, bad guys put in jail."
Charles stood up to ring his arms loosely around his boyfriend's shoulders and kissed his stubbly chin. "You're amazing Erik." Pride filled up the hero hearing the praise, "Babe, could you stitch something up for me? I think I got sliced up good on my back." he grunted as he shifted his back feeling a blossoming pain that he had almost forgotten was there.
Minutes later he sat in the medical room with his shirt off, Charles behind him and sewing up a deep cut on his lower back. His boyfriend had such steady and precise hands he could have easily become a surgeon. Stitches tied off a warm kiss was planted between the larger man's shoulder blades and fingers traced the outlines of older scars and muscles lines along the tanned back. "I hate it when you get hurt."
A few days later Charles had made his way into the workshop as usual but with a large scowl on his face, walking straight over to Erik the man worried that he might have done something to piss the other off. Only to have a newspaper held in front of him, "This is bullshit, read this!" Taking the paper he scanned the article on front, a man named Bolivar Trask had begun raising money to create machines that could identify people with powers such as Erik's in order to register them all and possibly worse.
If it did happen there would be no way of knowing just what the government would do with the powerful beings, they wouldn't be classified as human beings and therefore didn't have the same rights as humans did. They could be locked up, killed, experimented on, and all of those possibilities were evident in Charles' eyes.
"It's being voted on at City Hall in a few weeks to see if they're going to help fund it. This is disgusting, just because there are bad people out there with great gifts doesn't mean that there aren't people like you. Or just people trying to live normal lives despite having these powers." Whenever the brunette got into something important he always became so passionate, Erik loved that about him.
"You're amazing too." he complimented out of the blue. "This won't affect you at all and yet you're so fiery about it, worried for other's safety."
Unable to help the smile pulling across his face, Charles rolled his blue eyes. "Please Erik, are you even listening to me? I appreciate what you're saying but this could affect you if it gets green-lit. Ah-haha stop it!" he squealed when his boyfriend's fingers began touching his ticklish spots on his sides and pulled him close to kiss his cheek. "We'll deal with it if it comes to that." Erik promised.
The project had been shut down before it could get anywhere near greenlit, the council had completely vetoed Trask's request to build such machines. Watching it on TV Charles had grinned the entire time as Trask had attempted to sway the votes with lists of villains with powers, only to be put against the evidence of Gotham's own Magneto who had been on the rise in people's minds for awhile.
Trask had attempted to fact that all-powerful beings were evil and that there would be no other defense against them than his machines, but Erik's good deeds gave the council members hope that much more were like Magneto in the long run rather than the villains. Charles had never been prouder to be Magneto's boyfriend.
Normally when the night grew late enough Charles would request to go home and get sent off in one of Erik's private limos or cars to his apartment over in Metropolis. That night had turned out differently, after turning the TV off and yawning tiredly Erik had stood and breathed out, "I'll get the driver over here to take you home."
Turning to look for his phone Erik was tugged back around to face his boyfriend in the dim room, whose warm hands glided up his chest and squeezed his shoulders. "I'm really happy tonight and..." with a happy roll of his eyes at what he had prepared to say he continued, "I think you deserve a little something for getting that project shut down tonight."
He was a hardcore vigilante by night and yet at those words, Erik's throat felt dry and he swallowed hard to make his voice work. "Y-Yeah?"
Charles backed him against the nearest wall and made quick work of the man's pants and boxers, letting Erik's already starting erection spring out from underneath them as he sank to his knees in front of his boyfriend.
His cock disappeared won Charles' throat, drawing a ragged moan from Erik's lips and he pressed his back and palms deep into the wall for support. Watching his boyfriend's sweet lips wrap around him so enthusiastically made him want to scoop Charles up and take him straight to bed. He couldn't interrupt, getting head out of the blue was a treat, a gift he was given. And shit did Charles know how to give a good blowjob.
His tongue licked all the most sensitive places, his throat was tight and wet and the man slurped at Erik's cock like a man dying from thirst being given a glass of water. There was only so much a man could take, even one as strong-willed as Erik. So before long, his hand had clenched into brown locks of hair and he grunted, "Almost...almost."
As he came Charles stroked the length of his cock to prolong the sense drowning orgasm and sucked on the head to drink up every drop he could before letting the limp length fall from his mouth with a small pop noise. "Sh-Shit, you are so good at that babe..." sagging back against the wall Erik closed his eyes in the remnants of his release.
Erik awoke sore but pleased the next morning, waking up with Charles nestled into his back was a comforting sensation he couldn't compare to anything else. The man's presence wasn't enough to drive his forever-sticking nightmare away but reaching out and running his fingertips over the other man's arm made him forget about it much more quickly.
The night before he had been at the mercy of Charles' libido, which as he had predicted was practically unquenchable. He'd barely had to do or try anything and his boyfriend's body responded sweetly like a musician playing an instrument and creating beautiful music with it. His lover was the epitome of the phrase 'geek in the streets, freak in the sheets'.
Opposite of their first time, Erik was the one who awoke with hickies scattered around his body and prodded his finger against several marks that showed prominently on his chest. From the moment they had kissed for the first time, Erik had known deep down that his body then belonged only to Charles Xavier when and if he chose to make use of said ownership.
Kissing the sleeping man's forehead, Erik got up to take a shower. He'd had to step over the many chess pieces scattered along his bedroom floor since they had knocked their favorite chess set off of the bed in favor of doing other things that night. With a small gesture of his left hand, all of the metal pieces stood at attention and moved into their places on the board.
Eating breakfast together was quiet but comfortable, Erik had made them food and once Charles had managed to pull himself together to come out of the room the brunette had made up the coffee pot and then tea for himself. Munching on buttered toast Charles picked up the TV remote left on the counter and clicked the kitchen's flatscreen on and turned it to the News channel.
"You hate Gotham News." Erik looked at the other quizzically. Despite being a tag-team vigilante pair Charles hated violence, but he was not naive enough to think that the world changed simply on goodwill as Erik had once assumed the man thought. They both wished it did.
"I do." the man yawned and rubbed some sleep from one of his eyes, "Been thinking I should watch it sometimes to keep up, seeing as I'm your intel handler. Plus, if I get to see that hot piece of ass on the Gotham News it sort of makes up for everything else." a tired smirk rolled over Charles' cheeks.
"Hot piece of ass? You're not talking about Jean Grey the reporter, are you?" a spike of jealousy flared through his chest and Erik felt as if he could suddenly snort out fire like a dragon wanting to protect its hoard. He had become well aware that Charles swung both ways and could be a slight flirt. Biting his tongue any further he silenced himself by stuffing a mouthful of scrambled eggs down his throat.
With an eye-roll that Erik had become too used to, Charles gave him a look that told his boyfriend that he was a complete idiot. "I'm talking about that Magneto guy that keeps making the news lately."
Oh. Perhaps he was an idiot. "Eh, he's not that hot."
"Erik Lehnsherr." a scolding tone came from his boyfriend's lips, "Are you fishing for compliments? Tell me yes and I'll get on my laptop and type up an entire list of things I like about you if I have to. No way I'm letting my boyfriend feel inadequate." They shared an affectionate look between them, Erik had been ready to open his mouth to compliment back and hopefully see some blush rise on Charles' cheeks, when the news caught both of their attention.
"A new powerful being was spotted in the sky yesterday morning. Witnesses state that he appeared to be a very ordinary looking man other than he was floating above the cities skyscrapers and just gazing down at Gotham before he flew away quickly." A very blurry picture of a man flying high in the sky pulled up onto the TV screen. "He isn't any of the familiar beings we've seen before like Magneto or any of the Hellfire Club, so the question remains. Is he friend, or foe? I'm Jean Grey and thank you for watching Gotha-"
"Someone new?" Charles spoke first and picked up his cup of tea, tapping a finger gently against the side of it. "Things have been rather quiet compared to usual since Christmas time and now someone random is spotted." there was evident worry in his tone.
"Lighten up, you and I both know there are lots of people out there with powers. He could just be a citizen who was accidentally spotted." they both knew that was quite unlikely but Charles smiled anyways. "You're right, what am I thinking? We don't know anything about them, they were probably just trying to get their bearings around this huge city. Lord knows I've gotten lost countless times despite living across the bay for so long."
The brunette wanted to be positive and uplifting but something about that figure settled wrong in his stomach.
Preview for Ch3: Bad guys galore are popping up like daisies in Springtime. Our lovers begin to break, physically and emotionally.