Chapter four

Charles sat at the end of his bed, gazing out motionless the opened balcony door, while he kept clasping the towel in his hands, with which rubbed his hair earlier. Why he? Why he? Now slowly for an hour and a half the same question was repeated in his head, but he never knew the answer. He was sure just only one thing, that his heart breaks a thousand pieces. Why just he?

"Charles, dear, did you dry well your hair?"

The young man turned his eyes away from the outside darkness to look at the woman, who stepped into his room. Moira has been being his nurse since he was born, and he practically looked at her as his second mother. However she wasn't much older than him, not more than with eighteen years. She had shoulder-length, dark brown hair, chestnut eyes, pretty face, and slim body. Charles noticed many times, that the eyes of the arriving visitors at the Xavier estate were fixed on her, as his eyes also were fixed on…

"Not yet completely, Moira," sighed Charles, interrupted his thoughts, and then raised his arms to continue dry his hair, but his hands a few seconds later fell limply into his lap.

His mind was too upset and tired to have the enough strength for this, and thanks for this he heard the thoughts of all the staying people in the house. He was unable to shut out them, as usual, and slowly the whole changed into a huge cacophony. He groaned desperately, and hid his face into the towel, which he held between his hands.

Erik… – stretched out with his mind, in case he finds the man somewhere, but he was overwhelmed with so much pain, that he couldn't really concentrate.

Erik!

"Let's give me that towel, I'll do it."

Charles felt that Moira gently pulls out the soft fabric from under his face, and then softly starts to rub his head. From the touch itching ran through his body, which reminded him again of the couple of hours ago performed slow dance, then the subsequent kiss. His parents for unexplainable reason took care of him so much, that no one has ever kissed him. Till that moment, until in the darkness he didn't run into the older man, he hadn't idea, what is that like, if someone clasps his waist in his arms, when a body nestles close to his chest, when his face is smoothed, and when another lips presses against his. Certainly the feeling was indescribable – his heart beat wildly in his chest, and a something strange flame licked his body that he thought, he burns alive. Of course earlier he thought that he experienced all these with a woman, but when the stranger on the dancefloor – from the other's height, he immediately realized, that a man stood front of him – gently drew him closer to himself, and then kissed him, he didn't protest. Because his touch was soft, and although he was a man, he treated him more tenderly, than his cousin – whom he eavesdropped once – with his lovers. And he is the enemy of the family… – added to himself desperately.

Why? Why? Why?

"My dear, what's wrong?" asked Moira quietly, after Charles sighed hugely, and pulling back the younger man's head, she searched his face for an answer. "Do you still worry that a Lehnsherr was in the house?"

Charles shivered on hearing the man's surname, and then he closed his eyes tightly. A Lehnsherr, or rather Erik Lehnsherr, the enemy of the Xavier's family. That's all, what he knew about him, nothing else, and in spite of the fact, that it shouldn't be permitted, he wanted to know his whole life.

"Do you know him, Moira?" Charles looked up carefully at the nurse, while the woman continued the gentle massage on his head.

"I have already heard about him," answered the woman, meanwhile she looked into the young Xavier's eyes, maybe she can find out, what's on his mind, but Charles closed his eyes again, so he continued. "As far as I know that he works at his father's company, although in my opinion, that he has to be somewhere else."

"What have in your mind?"

Charles didn't open his eyes, while he waited the explanation excitedly. He would have sat around for days like this, with wildly beating heart, thinks of Erik.

"Lehnsherr's son graduated in Oxford, and if I know well, with excellent degree. According to this I think that with his abilities, he should teach in a university."

The soft smile didn't escape the woman's attention, which appeared on the man's lips, but she decided to not make a comment on this. She knew so already him to realize, that something strange link connected him to Lehnsherr, who stealthily stole into the house. Otherwise he didn't ask about him.

While she rubbed further the young man's hair, she watched his face speechless. His eyes were closed, his lips slightly parted, while a light blush appeared on his cheeks. As if his mind plays back something, what he experienced earlier. The realization shocked her. Charles in love! – yelled up to herself, and then nodded happily. Only Erik Lehnsherr was possibly the one, who stole his heart, and if his feelings are reciprocated, then maybe this is the relationships, which finally can end the conflict of the many years. She didn't know Sebastian Lehnsherr's son personally, but he know by hearing, that he's polite, kind, namely if Charles chooses him, he can be his perfect mate.

Just the parents shouldn't be such bullheaded, stubborn bastard! – She fumed at herself, because she was afraid, that the old family members even cause the ruin of the younglings's happiness. Then I'll help them! – She decided definitely, and nodded once with her head for confirmation.

"Alright, we're ready, dear," Moira threw down the towel on the chair near the bed, and then pointed behind their backs with her head. "It's time to sleep. If I guess well, the tonight slightly upset you, so please rest."

"You know, that I can't never sleep properly," murmured Charles quietly, of course meanwhile he crawled under the cover, which was lifted up by Moira. "The thoughts of those around me scream in my head, and tonight this is just even worse."

"I know, but you're tired, you have to sleep. Try it, my dear," smiled the woman down at the man, and then she leant down to kiss his forehead. "Sleep, Charles. Perhaps I'll look in on you yet this night."

Silence and darkness fell on the room, as Moira walked out, closing quietly the door behind her. From somewhere far away snatches of conversation drifted through the open balcony door, and the many thoughts also swirled in Charles's head. During how many nights he was awake with a book, because he couldn't calm his mind. He felt now too, that the tiredness and excitement pulled down his eyelids, but no matter how he tried, he couldn't asleep. Finally after some time he gave up the trying, and positioning his arms under his head, he stared up the ceiling.

"Erik…" muttered almost inaudibly to himself, and then closed his eyes with a sigh.

Erik.

The events of the night were played out in him again, and from that his heart started to beat spontaneously wildly. He still felt in his lips the other man's mouth, so he pulled out his right hand from under his head to carefully touch them. If he would have been able to, he would have rushed back in time to live their kiss over again, or he would have already hurried to the chapel of the Saint Gisela Church – he hoped, that Erik doesn't despise him for because he's a Xavier, and he still wanted to meet with him. Although he had no idea of course, how he'll leave home unnoticed – in the last resort he uses his telepathic abilities –, namely he was sure, that neither his father, nor his mother would refuse to allow him to meet with a Lehnsherr. Probably they would declare him insane, and lock into his room. However, no matter how would have to, he couldn't hate Erik.

In the evening, after he left alone in the library, the shouts were become louder and louder, so removing his mask, he also ran out to watch, what's going on downstairs. He hadn't even to use his special ability – because the people's thoughts crept into his mind practically on their own – to immediately find out, that a Lehnsherr stays in the house. And then he saw him, at that very moment, when his cousin pushed him against the entrance door. In the next second Cain tore off the mask from his face, therefore he recognized him at once, from what his heart hurt. He wanted to cry out in pain. Why? – He asked then frantically, and anyhow he fought against it, a tear rolled down his face.

He could go and see that he is taller than him, but he even also outgrew Cain, so after an unsuccessful beat for his cousin's part, he easily freed himself. During their kiss his arms gripped him tightly, and in the brightly lighted hall this was perfectly noticeable. He had muscular, strong body, which on perfectly fitted the black leather jacket, the dark brown turtleneck, and a black jeans. His hair was very short; unfortunately from such distance he couldn't determine the color of his eyes.

Soon a red mutant in the company of another man appeared with a loud spat, and it seems, that it needn't too much to fly at each other – electricity flashed between Cain's fingers, namely he was able to start attack anytime. Finally nothing yet happened, but before they would have teleported away, Erik raised his head, by the time he saw him. All Charles saw was, that the man's eyes widened in shocked recognition, and then they disappeared from before the door.

Charles felt, that his eyes fill with tears again; therefore he quickly rubbed his eyes, and sniveled once or twice.

"Oh, Erik, why do you have to be a Lehnsherr!" he sighed sadly, and imagined, how it would be much easier, if the man belonged to another family. Then he wouldn't have to worry, that his father burns Erik to ashes. "If only you would be someone else," murmured further with a huge sigh.

"If you want, I deny my name, and then I'll be no longer a Lehnsherr!"

Charles sat up like as who was struck by lightning, while he looked toward the balcony door with wildly beating heart.

Erik!

This chapter is a little bit shorter than the other, but I hope, you liked it. Please let me know, what you think. And thanks everyone the reviews, and the others!

Yenna