A/N: Oh my GOD you guys, the reviews….the REVIEWS. I was DEFINITELY not expecting this many! You guys are AWESOME!

A BIG THANK YOU TO: Auluna, MirrorFlower and DarkWind, Nillen, D'MoNiQ, beizanten, SOpHie (aawww I'm glad I made you feel better, dear! Seriously, it made my day to hear that), Ms. Unusual-in-Groovy-Ways (LOVE your name xDD), Oh my god (xD I don't think this is your REAL FF username…but it made me crack a smile~), callietitan, silvermoondemon16, kaesaku, SarahTee, Okami1

THANKS FOR THE WORDS + REVIEWS TO: Paradox-Imagination, Aelimir

EXTRA, EXTRA SPECIAL THANKS TO:

LoveIsMyMiddleName (YOUR REVIEW WAS NOT MEAN AT ALL! Thank you for helping me out with that! Would you pretty please be interested in being my beta? And also, I hope I fixed it here~ if I didn't…well…if you were to become my beta…. lolol –hint hint nudge nudge- please :D But seriously, if you wouldn't mind, well, I would appreciate it I would PM you but I haven't quite figured out how to use that function on the new system…*fails* So I hope this is ok.)

Romanec (your review like, made my day because I read it and I was like O_O OH DEAR YES! SOMEONE UNDERSTANDS! And so, I dedicate this chapter to YOU, Romanec, and have made use of your s'more-ey awesomeness. Srsbeanz *wishes she could use tumblr icons here*)

More A/N: Ok, so, the updates are going to happen once weekly, every Saturday to be specific. I posted early by one day this time around xD but don't expect that to happen too , unless I have like, an overwhelming response. Like, 50 reviews (impossible) or something for one chapter. If that happens, expect an update within an hour or so of the 50th chapter review xD If that doesn't happen, it means that I probably got a heart attack from the sheer awesome.

Warnings: Cursing. A slight bit of whump and a possible fluff overdose. Also, pre-slash of sorts? IDK how to describe it...but there's is love discovery. This is probably not as funny as the last one was. Also, this hasn't been betaed :/ so there are bound to be lots of mistakes. SOWWY. :D

Disclaimer: GOD I wish I owned. If I did, then Charles would have stopped Erik from his destructive rampage by KISSING him out of it. Who else agrees that THAT would have been WAAAYYY more affective?

Side Note:This chapter is pre-everything going to shit. So Erik is still the 'good guy' (the phrase being loosely used of course) and is teaming up with Charles. So basically, this is like...that training sequence where it's like the calm before the storm. :D ENJOY and again, R AND R.

Just for Reference: Sean – Banshee, Erik – Magneto, Charles - Professor X, Hank – Beast, Alex – Havoc, Raven – Mystique, Angel Salvadore – Angel Salvadore

(because, well, I'm a bit of a purist at heart when it comes to Angel (and really, ONLY Angel). ARCHANGEL is the one that should've been there, but I think they needed another girl in order to make the movie run. Whatever. No one fits in comic timeline here anyway. xP /end rant) ENJOY!

Charles doesn't have the luxury that Erik has with the…the situation, as he's come to call it. The second that the kids start labeling himself and Erik as Mom and Dad, he knows. Of course, they don't really specify who is who and despite just knowing what was going to happen, Charles finds himself really hoping that he isn't the Mom.

Of course, what with Erik suddenly being 'da-Erik' and himself being 'Mo-professor,' Charles finds that hope is quick to plummet.

It's all rather ungroovy, actually.

But, Charles puts up with because a) he really doesn't want to admit that, willingly or not, he sometimes delves into the kids' minds and b) well…he really, really doesn't want Erik finding out about this.

Ever.

And so, he tries his best to be… more masculine maybe? Well, he tries his best to not be such a worry-wart, anyway.

When Angel falls and scrapes her knee he only applies the antiseptic, bandages the scrape and utters a few words of encouragement. He doesn't give her a hug or kiss her boo-boo or anything; and he certainly doesn't ask about it after that.

When Sean, Alex and Hank come to him with an idea that is undoubtedly dangerous, he says yes despite everything in him screaming at him to say no, fuck no. He only worries a little when the inevitable destruction follows and all three of the kids are banged up.

When he makes breakfast in the morning, he doesn't wear an apron. And he only cooks the breakfast because frankly, everyone else is abysmal is the kitchen. Erik will eat anything, which does not bode well for most in the household, and Raven and Angel experiment too much in an attempt at feeling like grown women. Hank, despite his genius in the chemistry lab, is an absolute and literal wreck when it comes to the kitchen and Charles really doesn't want to think about the last time either Sean or Alex had tried their destructive young hands in the culinary arts. But whatever, Charles is pretty sure that making breakfast doesn't make him the Mom.

Just to make sure his masculinity is cemented, he walks around shirtless as much as humanly possible.

But still, still, the 'mo-professor's and the mental title of 'Mom' hound him, despite all he does to negate the idea.

He sort of wants to kick up a fuss or maybe make someone fight him, or something. But then again, he doesn't really want to hurt anyone… much…

In the end, he decides that as long as no one ever says it out-loud, he can live with it. After all, he's the only telepath in the house (for now) and he's tired of posturing.

So of course, not long after he settles for that, things blow up in Charles' face.

The bane of his masculinity comes in the form of a hyper active Sean and his ceaseless begging and pleading to do…something. Charles isn't really sure. All he knows is that one minute, Sean is bugging Erik and accidentally calls him 'dad' and Erik is looking so freaked out that Charles has to laugh, hard. And the next minute, Sean-burr is attached to him and calling him 'Mom' left, right and center.

The only thing the telepath can be completely positive of is that it's all Erik's fault.

Sure, Charles thinks that he probably should have helped when Erik mentally screamed for help… but he'd been paralyze! By…by…hilarity!

Besides which, Charles is a firm believer that the punishment should fit the crime; and it's like Erik knows this because the punishment he metes out is decidedly much harsher than needed.

And to add insult to injury, Erik smacks his ass and says to summon him when dinner is ready, like Charles is his housewife or something. The absolute nerve! Charles can't help but swivel towards Erik in rage, Sean-burr in tow and all.

It's probably a very bad thing, but his first instinctive reaction, which he thankfully quells, is to scream 'COUCH!' after the retreating metal-bender. It's a very, very close call; he almost doesn't succeed in doing just that.

He has to remind himself that he isn't actually 'Mommy,' that he is quite enraged at being labeled as such and screaming something so…'Mommy-ish' is definitely not conducive for proving otherwise. He also has to remind himself that even if he were 'Mom', he and Erik are most certainly not married or sleeping together; and therefore, quarantining the other man to the couch wouldn't do much anyway.

Charles is left with the odd feeling of his stomach bottoming out, for reasons unknown to him and he has the oddest urge to cry. But, he draws on his British ancestry and ignores it all.

Stiff upper lip and all that.

When he turns back to Sean, his emotional dissonance has been shoved onto the back-burner and the boy is still chattering away in all-encompassing obliviousness.

Charles can't decide between wanting to hug the boy and tell him to never lose that small bit of naiveté and wanting to bang his head into a wall.

And then, Charles commits the second-biggest mistake anyone, much less a parent, can make and he gives Sean permission to do…whatever it is that he wants to do. That is to say, he has no idea what he's giving permission for, but he does so anyway.

He doesn't realize how much he is going to regret it; he's too busy with plotting revenge and attempting to breathe through Sean's crushing hug.

It turns out that Sean's brilliant plan is actually Sean and Alex's brilliant plan, which should put up an immediate red-flag in the minds of anyone who knows them.

Said brilliant plan is to make s'mores, which isn't too bad in and of itself.

It's when Alex decides he's going to use his powers to make his s'mores awesome that all hell breaks loose.

To make it worse, it all happens when Charles and Erik are out doing the grocery shopping.

Erik had been adamant about 'doing the shopping' which roughly translates into Erik being adamant about 'getting out of the house because he's feeling cooped up, goddammit! He's an avenger not a baby-sitter!'

Charles goes with him because the last time Erik went grocery shopping, he brought nothing but junk food and sugar; the house had become a sugar-high warzone in a matter of minutes and continued to be one for days. To be frank, Charles trusts Erik's grocery shopping skills as much as he trusts Alex and Sean to be angels. That is to say, not at all.

So, the two adults leave, never suspecting that anything could go wrong.

Unfortunately, this is a bad decision of the first order because by the time they get back, one measly hour later, the kitchen is destroyed and a good bit of the dining room has been reduced to shambles.

There's chocolate and marshmallow all over the wall; and on top of that, there's a blanket that Charles suspects has been stapled over the mess in a rather stupid attempt at hiding it.

Even worse, it seems like everything in the disaster area is on fire; there's smoke everywhere and he can barely breath.

Worse still, there are panicking children. There is Sean, who decides to try and put out the fire with the use of his sonic screech. This obviously does not end well. Raven and Angel are running around with fire extinguishers; and Hank is trying to quickly devise some method of reversing time because oh shit, they are in so much trouble.

And as for the main cause of the debacle, well…

Alex is trying his best to not cause any more damage. His face is settled into a permanently sad look and he looks rather like a puppy that's been kicked one too many times.

In fact, he looks a lot like he did before he met the Erik and Charles; he looks world weary and alone.

Unsurprisingly, that look gets to Charles worse than the destruction caused to his childhood home.

Just as Alex starts to sniffle like the young one that he pretends not to be, Charles can't help it, he breaks all his vows of manliness, runs to the poor boy, pulls him into a hug and just holds him there.

And poor Alex…

All Charles can hear coming from the boy, who's now attempting to burrow his way into Charles' chest, is a broken and mostly sobbed, 'I'm sorry… I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to….I didn't…Please Mom, don't make me leave…please.'

The telepath's can feel his heart break at the fear in Alex's voice and, despite everything, he can only hold the normally mischievous and egotistical young blond closer and provide comfort to the best of his abilities.

Hell, he doesn't even correct the boy even though the young mutant won't stop calling him Mom; he just holds him close and reassures the boy as much as he can. He knows what the boy is feeling. He knows that Alex will leave if he must, that he's prepared himself, to a heart-breaking extent, for such an eventuality. He also knows that Alex, now that he's had a taste of family, of loveacceptancebelonging, will never be able to go back to being a loner.

And Charles has no intentions of ever allowing such a fate to befall the boy or on any of the kids, no matter what.

Thankfully for all parties, Erik is there to do clean up. He uses his powers to levitate several extinguishers at once and sends out one massive spray, which quickly takes care of the fires that need to be put out.

And later on, after having them all seated in the living room, Erik also metes out the punishments to all those that need to be punished. This includes Alex, who is still attached to Charles like he really doesn't want to let go.

Ha, Charles has to think in a quiet moment, can't believe that Erik is the better parent here.

As it is, they're all grounded for a month, no TV, no 'cool' training, and definitely no more unsupervised stays in the house. That last one is extended to an indefinite amount of time.

Seriously, they are grounded. By all rights, there should be a small riot occurring under their roof. But, there is none; there is no protest. They know what they've done is wrong; Charles doesn't even have to use his powers to figure that out.

In the duration of the 'family meeting', the telepath has suddenly found himself in the middle of a young-mutant puppy-pile as each and every one of them slowly gravitate towards him and either lean on him, or lay on him, or cuddle up to him. Hell, they even convince Erik to join the puppy-pile at one point, although how they did that, Charles doesn't know.

All he knows is that somehow, between being utterly grounded and having most of their human-rights revoked, the kids have managed to settle the metal-bender right next to Charles and have curled around them both. Charles can't lie, it sort of warms his heart.

Debacle or not, they all settle around their 'Parents' for comfort and the telepath can't help but provide. He knows Erik feels the same way despite pretending to be prickly and annoyed.

It isn't until an hour later that every last one of the young ones have been tucked into bed.

Stupidly enough, and endearingly enough, they all insist on both Charles and Erik being there to tuck them in, 'to kiss them goodnight and all that rot,' as the metal-bender eloquently puts it even as he goes through with it.

Alex is the last to be tucked in and it seems that he needs it the most; he still thinks that he's going to be tossed out and alone again.

When the Charles' attempts at comfort still leave the boy in fear, Erik takes it upon himself to try and fix the situation.

Charles finds it oddly sweet how Erik tries to threaten the fear out of the blond boy; he finds it even sweeter that Alex actually looks assured and that the threatening works. He can't say he understands it, per se…but whatever.

He even pretends to look away when Erik quickly presses a kiss to Alex's forehead before growling out that it's time to leave.

A disturbingly large part of him wants to bag on Erik because, damn, this is gold! Erik Lensherr being affectionate towards children? Ha!

But…Charles isn't a complete jerk; he'll let Erik and, more importantly, Alex have this.

By the time the two adults make it back to Erik's room for a nightcap and a game of chess, Charles is back to feeling irritated at being deemed the 'Mom' of the family. Really, it's almost funny how alcohol can make him jump from partial-acceptance to frothing at the mouth in a matter of minutes.

"I mean, really, this is completely UNgroovy!" he complains with a slight slur, "Why do I have to be the mother?"

Erik just sits back and smirks, moving his piece on the board. He's ready for the rant he's seen coming for days; this is going to be good.

Charles can't help but pout. "I mean, really! You're a bit bigger, a bit more muscular and slightly taller and your power involves crushing metal. Fine. But I have mind powers! I can control your every move, read your every thought and make want to do whatever I want you to do!"

The telepath roughly places his rook into a different area of the board before continuing.

"Seriously Erik! Whatever I want, you'll want! I dominate at will because I am willpower! How does that translate into being the mother?"

He doesn't even realize that he's started pacing until he's suddenly not pacing and bloody hell, Erik has him pinned to the wall, looming over him with what may be a slight bit more of a height difference than Charles had originally acknowledged.

When Erik chuckles, all dark and sultry without even realizing it, the telepath feels it travel over his entire body. It feels a lot like Erik is using his powers and Charles is made of metal, utterly powerless against the metal-bender's allure.

And suddenly, it's like oh because there's another problem that Charles has to deal with now. Being called 'Mom' is probably the least of his worries when, all of a sudden, he wants everything that playing the 'Mom' to Erik's 'Dad' entails. And he can't even blame it on the alcohol because really, he's not even that drunk.

Before he can really dissect that thought though, Erik is prodding him, a grin on his face.

"Bit more than slight, hm?" he says, making a reference about their height difference, and all Charles can do is nod in a completely dazed way. It's like his body is too set on him feeling to him think.

However, he does snap to attention when Erik suddenly looks all serious and is still looming goddammit why.

"It's probably because you care, you know," the metal-bender says, a small, fond smile lighting his face, "You care about them and their feelings and how they do in all the little things. You give them emotional support and you guide them and you congratulate them. With you, they feel loved in that unconditional way that only a mother can provide."

Charles feels himself warming and melting at those words. And he's not sure if it's the words or the voice or both but he sort of wants to reach up just so and ki—

Before he can finish that thought, Erik is prodding him again and the moment is utterly ruined, "Or you know, it could just be because you're somewhat small and pretty."

And suddenly, the world is back in focus.

What was that about melting?

Charles' infuriated screech would have probably been heard for miles, had Erik not shoved a rolled up sock in it.

That it's, Charles thinks, seething so completely that his face is turning red from the sheer fury.

This man is going down.

Charles proceeds to spend the next two or so weeks bribing the children into never letting Erik have a moment of peace.

He also pretends not to be pleased when Erik somehow turns the tables on him and takes to being a father as easily as he takes to bending metal.

And, just once, he gives in to his urges and forces Erik to sleep on the lumpiest, most uncomfortable couch in the house. He chooses to ignore the fact that even the worst of the furniture is in excellent shape.

In the end though, after really assessing the situation (and sufficiently punishing Erik), Charles decides he doesn't really care. He loves his kids, because that's what they are; they're his children by all but blood. Sure, they're really not that uch younger than he is; even Sean is only younger by a little over a decade. But, if they need him to be their mother, well, so be it. It's not as though he's going to suddenly turn into a woman or grow girl parts, or anything. So, it's ok, Charles figures; he'll be Mom.

Besides, if he's Mom, he has power. And when the children think it's hysterical to give him a frilly, pink apron for Mother's day, well, he exercises said powers fully. He grounds them for a week and gives them extra chores.

Insert evil cackle here, he thinks drolly.

He almost, almost, feels guilty and nearly takes it back when Sean and Alex (who has a surprisingly cute puppy face) turn to him with twin pleading looks. But then he looks at the apron again and shrugs.

They asked for it.

He does end up revoking the punishment, however, when each child seeks him out to give him their actual presents for Mother's Day at a later. The unexpectedly thoughtful gifts leave him melting down into a puddle of parental, non-punishing, goo.

Seriously, he can't make himself regret it, not even when Erik won't stop laughing at him.

He does, however, use his powers to convince Erik that he's a hormonal, pregnant girl for the rest of the day.

He regrets that even less despite the fact that Erik ends up throwing out all the tea and sugar in the house, and cancels their nightly chess game (indefinitely) in the name of vengeance.

End Notes: Hope that was ok~ Still lookin for those three word clusters~~ I used Romanec's for this chapter~~ :D I might use YOURS next time around.

Also, can't you imagine Erik trying to threaten someone into feeling better? Especially when it comes to his kids? I can see him being all:

Erik: 'For every minute you allow doubt to cloud your mind, I will an extra mile to your morning run.'

Alex: Morning run? Wut? –still looking a tid upset-

Erik: Oh, right. You're running with me tomorrow morning. And that's another mile you've just added for yourself. –starts to tuck Alex in-

Alex: I'm running with you? –starting to feel a bit better but is still expecting to be thrown out at the wrong move-

Erik: Two more miles.

Alex: WHAT? How many am I running in total?

Erik: Five. Plus the three you just added on. At this rate, you and I will be spending a LOT of quality time together, bud.

Alex: THREE MORE?

Erik: -conversationally- You know, at this rate, you'll be doing this every morning for the rest of your life. –looks a little menacing-

Alex: -squawks- Rest of my…are you kidding? –is cuddling in with a pout-

Erik: Well then, those doubts?

Alex: -glaring sleepily- what doubts? That you're going to kill me? I have NO doubts about that.

Erik: that's what I thought you said. –kisses forehead- Good night! –turns to Charles- Come Charles! Off to the two loves of my life, Chess and Booze~!

The end. Cept not really xD