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I decided, that I rather translated instead of the Hungarian writing that you'll have to a new chapter to read.

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Chapter three

Cold ran through on Erik's back, while he stared at the man before him. The desire immediately flew away from his body, but when his glance wandered to the other's face – the smaller man's eyes, and half of his face was covered by a silver mask –, and saw his lips, which probably parted on account of the shock, Erik's groin burned again. It wasn't possible be the truth! – He shouted frantically to himself. I'm not…

The unknown man suddenly dashed past him interrupted his thoughts, but even then he just stood, and stared into space before him. How can it be possible to feel such a strong affection in the direction of own sex? I'm not gay! – Erik declared firmly, and clenched his fist.

Then why do you want to turn around, and rush after him? – Said a voice in his head, by the time he desperately took a deep breath. Even if it hurt so much to admit to himself, he had to recognize, that his every thought run after the other, his lips, which were so soft and sweet. He wanted to kiss him again. Hell, how I wanted to kiss him!

Because of the suddenly decision Erik spun around, and yet in time he walked off, namely in the same place, where he stood a few moments before, a pair danced away. He ran out with wildly beating heart into the hall, but he didn't see the smaller man anywhere. There were more doors, which opened from there, but Erik didn't think, that the other could go that way, considering, that the quests certainly don't enter such place, where it's not permitted; therefore he started to run upward on the stairs. On the other hand he didn't find anybody on the second floor. From the downstairs a waltz's soft melody, and the cheerful din of the quests was heard up quietly, but no one was at that floor. He had just think, that he returns disappointedly to the great hall – interestingly his heart shuddered painfully at this thought –, when he noticed, that a door near to him is barely opened. Excitement passed through at once his body, while he went stealthily carefully to peep into the room. As much as Erik saw, he realized that he was at the library, and after a few minutes listening, he heard the soft steps.

There he was. He just looked through the book line, running his right hand over the book's spine, whereat Erik overlooked. The smaller man's fingers were slim and dainty, in spite of the fact, that he wasn't belong to the gentler sex, and as his fingers ran through on the books, a shiver went through spontaneously in Erik. How he wanted to, if those fingers run through his hair! Suddenly his every desire was to rush in to him, but somehow he rolled down this urge, and rather watched further him. Down at the dance hall, after the lights switched on, because of the shock Erik couldn't take a good look at him, but now there was a possibility of this. The man wore a dark blue suit, with a white shirt under it, a waistcoat, and a black tie; his short, brown hair shone darkly in the lamplight. Overall he was small, slender, and breathtakingly beautiful. Erik knew well, that such word usually isn't used in case of the men, but he couldn't describe his beauty.

Erik quickly panting for breath peeped into the library, and he so much sank into this, that he only realized, that he grasped the door, when it squeaked. The man immediately turned his head towards him, and after one moment he no longer was there.

"Please, wait!" Erik called after him in alarm, that he perhaps loses sight of him again, and hurriedly ran into the library. "Don't go, please!"

The young man – in the light at first sight he seems younger than him – paused a few steps away him, then looked back at him uncertainly. The silver mask was still on him, but the caution was could even read on his face. Maybe is he afraid of me? – Erik lifted his eyes at him, and he would gave the world to he doesn't feel this.

"Don't go," he repeated it again more softly, while he stepped forward carefully.

As the distance was decreasing steadily between them, their eyes met, and the sight of the smaller man's blue eyes, Erik couldn't get his breath. Those had such a color, like the ocean, and they sparkled so much, that Erik almost sank into them. He had to take a deep breath to calm down, and that he doesn't frighten by anything the other, then slowly raised his right hand, and touched his cheek.

"What's your name?" he whispered, stepped quite close in front of him, while his fingers smoothed the man's silky skin. "You're beautiful."

He couldn't think of anything else, just to kiss him again. The restrained part of him still protested against this – after all he is a man! –, but he felt, that he will be unable to resist. He wanted to feel again the younger's lips on his mouth, pressing his slim body against his. Because the man didn't answer, just panted quietly, he raised his left hand too, and then leaning slightly back the man's head, he kissed him gently.

This time the other responded much more passionately to the touch, because his arms immediately swung around Erik's neck, who pushed him against with a suddenly move at the bookshelf next to them. The younger man at the first moment was scared by the sudden attack, because a whiny cry left his throat, and his body trembled under the weight of the larger body, but then he relaxing parted his lips to make way for the other's tongue.

Erik felt like his whole body burns on fire. This never happened to him, although for his years he already had laid a few times several women – of course apart from those incidents, when he ran away from them. He almost with all his might had to control himself, that he doesn't make the man in his arms his own. (Ed.: I don't know whether that it's correct or not. I didn't find anything about this sentence, so I hope, you understand, what I wanted here.) However he knew him for few minutes. Maybe this is the fate. I finally found my mate, whom I sought so much, even if he is same-sex, than me.

"You're so beautiful, sweet, soft," Erik murmured breaking away from the smaller man's mouth, and then kissed his face over to his ears, from what a long sigh left the man's lips. "I know that I probably shouldn't be here, that I should let you go, but I can't. Since I ever sensed you in the darkness, I feel that my whole body burns for you. I want to kiss you as far as that there is air in this room, lock you in my arms. Oh, I wish I had found you sooner."

"But you're a man…"

The smaller man barely breathed the words, but nevertheless Erik heard them, therefore he lifted his head slightly, so he could look into those beautiful, blue eyes. Yes, it might be that he previously would have questioned his sanity in such a case, but at that moment, in the Xavier house's library, he didn't feel at all this so awful. Perhaps just because, that the man had almost feminine features. He had silkier skin, softer lips, than his last lover.

Erik smiled softly, and then he shook his head. Meanwhile he caressed the other's kissed swollen lower lip.

"I think this can't be obstacle. Or maybe you don't want to kiss me?"

Suddenly his heart filled with fear. Perhaps the other be disgusted at him, think him disgusting, because of their same sex? In spite of the fact, that he didn't protest against the kiss at all?

"Yes…"

The answer was hardly more than a whisper, and hearing this Erik was full of unexplainable happiness. He immediately sealed the other's soft lips with a kiss, while he pulled him away a little from the bookshelf to tightly embrace him with his both hands. When they minutes later broke away from each other, Erik rested his forehead against the other's, and sighed with satisfaction.

"I wanted to, that this moment lasts forever," he whispered, and when the beautiful man's face broke into a smile, he felt so much happy as never before. He didn't want, that it has come to end, he didn't want to part from him. He wanted to know him at his side forever. "Where can I see you again?" he asked suddenly, because he knew, he gets mad, if he cannot meet him anymore. "Where do you live?"

"I…"

Angry shouts sounded somewhere far away, which interrupted the younger man, and Erik overwhelm with icy scare. No! The louder and louder roar could mean only one thing – Azazel or Janos was recognized! In this case he has to disappear immediately, although he didn't want to leave the other man alone.

"Whether what happened?" asked curiously the smaller, while hence he still twined his arms around Erik's neck.

His touch and closeness started tingle in Erik's spine, and he practically hated, that he has to separate from him. Azazel or Janos why couldn't pass a little more unnoticed? – He asked to himself frantically. Really, that isn't so difficult! The beautiful man hearing outside looked up at him, and Erik grated his teeth furiously.

"I don't know what happened, but I think, I have to go now," Erik finally said quietly, by the time the smaller jerked up his head.

"You're leave?"

Hearing the frightened question Erik's heart jerked with happiness, and then gently stroked the soft lips. He felt in his every nerve, that he has to rush instantly, but in the nearness of the younger man he couldn't bear bring himself to the first step. Finally with a great effort he released the other's waist, and stepped back with a sad sigh. Now they separate, but maybe tomorrow he can see him again.

"Do you know where the Saint Gisela Church is in New York?" Erik smiled at him, and when the younger man nodded, he continued. "There is a little chapel in the garden, meet me there at noon." The man nodded once again so Erik with a quickly move drew the smaller closer to himself to give him a final kiss, and then rushed out to the corridor.

As Erik left the library, the yells clearly reached him, and he suddenly knew that they searched for him. Did Xavier's son find me? – asked to himself, while as quickly as he could he ran down on the stairs. If eventually this happened, then he hasn't a lot of chance to escape, since the telepath with his ability can correctly localize, where he stays exactly. In the event of course if Azazel doesn't approach next to him immediately. I'll break that red bastard's neck! – He swore to himself, exactly at that moment, when an earsplitting roar resounded close to him.

"Lehnsherr! How do you dare to put your feet in this house?"

Unexpectedly a body dashed against him, and then owing to the movement he was pushed against the door. He had shooting pains in his back, because of this, his eyes grew dim for two seconds, but then – especially thanks, that his mask was tore off –, manage to identify his attacker – Cain Marko.

"As far as I know that anyone can come to the party," Erik looked at the toothwort man in front of him, to what the answer was a strong right jab. Fortunately Erik pulled away his head with reflex, so Cain hit the door instead of him. Taking the opportunity Erik pushed the man's chest, and then raised his balled fists. "Don't make me use my power, Marko!"

"Why? Then what?" Jerked up his head provocatively Mrs. Xavier's nephew. Between his lowered hands energy beams flashed, which can cause enough pain, if he wants it. "Your father isn't here to protect you!"

"At least he has a father," commented Azazel mockingly, who popped up at that very moment next to Erik in the company of Janos, with a loud spat. "Not that can compare the both of you."

"Azazel, not," Erik called at his friend quietly, while he put his right hand onto the other's shoulder.

"You dirty son of a bitch!"

Azazel just smirked at the affect of Marko's insult, and then shrugged his shoulders. He considered unfortunate, that the man recognize him, because thanks to this their fun came to end, but at least they could have fun for a little while in the Xavier estate.

"I burst into tears right now for your compliment," the red skinned man put his right hand on his heart, pretending that he struggles with tears, and this noticeably raised even more so the Xavier cousin's rage. Hence he wanted to avoid at all costs the serious confrontation, so he decided that it's the time to leave. "Thank you very much for your hospitality."

"Lehnsherr!"

Marko looked really angry, and his head practically became red for his roar, like Erik's devil looking friend. Erik just smiled at this, and then looked around in the hall. Of course everyone stared at them, shocked, with open mouth, and then his gaze wandered to the top of the stairs.

No!

More or less a second before, that Azazel would have teleported them, he saw him, the thief of his heart, from what the pain like thousand dagger stabbed into his chest. He stood on the head of the stairs, in dark blue suit, waistcoat, white shirt, black tie, while he gripped the silver mask in his right hand. He immediately recognized him.

Charles Xavier.

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Yenna