Chapter 13: Xavier

Charles was sitting in front of his desk, putting something together. It seemed like some kind of helmet, with cords and wires sticking out of it. He had been building and fixing it almost non-stop for a whole day, even forgetting to eat and drink.
"Is it ready?" a dark voice asked behind him and Charles' movements froze. He turned his head around, looking over his shoulder and saw an old friend standing in the doorway.
"How did you-"
"Get in?" the friend guessed and Charles nodded slowly. "You honestly don't believe a simple door can stop me from coming in, did you?" he smiled and glanced the helmet. He was not alone. There were two women standing next to him. Charles had seen them before. The other one was somewhat Asian and the other probably had some roots in Mexico. He had understood that they served him like he pleased.
"What brings you here, Erik?" Charles asked and the man shook his hand, taking the helmet under his metallic control. He moved it closer to him and eventually hold it in his hands.
"You already know the answer, Charles", Erik said. "If you don't guess it, you have at least read my mind", he believed.
"Well, it's not ready yet", Charles said, knowing that Erik had come to him because of the helmet, and turned around with his wheelchair. Erik was about to put it on, but Charles stopped him by raising his hand. "Don't. I don't know what might happen."
Erik gave him a look.
"You said you would get it done by tonight", Erik reminded.
"I know", Charles said and came closer to him. "But I won't let you try it first. If anyone should try it, it would be me."
"But if it kills you, then there will be no one to fix it", Erik said, worried that their plan wouldn't succeed without Charles. The idea had come from Erik but Charles was still the mastermind. They had invented this helmet, that they called Cerebro, to reach all the mutants out there. Like Charles, Erik also had a hobby of his own. He liked to watch.

"Yes, but... I will get back to you when I'm done", Charles said, reaching out his hands, demanding Erik to give it back. Erik kept his eyes on him, handing it over.
"Something's kept you busy", he believed. Charles didn't look at him, but laid the helmet to his lap as he went back to his desk. Erik's eyes followed him. "It's the woman, isn't it?"
Charles didn't say anything. Erik knew Ororo was living under his roof but Charles had never talked to anyone about his feelings towards her. Erik had just guessed it. It may have been because they were old friends and knew each other well.
"For God's sakes, Charles", Erik sighed, "if you want her, why don't you just do something about it?"
"I don't know what you're talking about, my friend", Charles said, getting back to fixing the helmet.
"Oh really?" Erik snorted. "Don't tell me she was not the reason you started this project in the first place. So you could keep an eye on her. See who she fucks, so you can imagine her doing the same with you."
Charles felt sadness take over him. Erik was right, but he wouldn't admit it.
"Just because you're in the wheelchair, doesn't mean you can't do anything about it. You're a mutant", Erik reminded him, "there's nothing you can't do."

"But it's not real", Charles explained. "Her feelings. She wouldn't do it because she wanted to. She would only do it because I would make her to do it."
"You say that like it's a bad thing", Erik was surprised. They had very different point of views but still something kept them together, as friends. It may seem crazy but it was actually the glue between them. They were each other's counterparts.
"It is", Charles said. "I feel so wrong every time I..." he sighed then.
"Look at this", Erik demanded but Charles didn't react. "Look, Charles."
Charled turned slowly around, looking back to him. Erik then glanced at his girls, shifting his hand a little bit.
"You have to find her weak spot", Erik lectured as Charles watched the Asian woman's claws coming out. She seemed confused but because of his powers, there was only little she could do. She could follow how he used her. When the claws were out, he pointed them to the other woman's clothes. Slowly but surely, he made the Asian woman rip the slutty clothes of off her with the point of her claws. The Mexican watched as the shirt fell down, leaving her topless. Charles wasn't sure if he was allowed to look, even if he wanted to. These women were beautiful, very sexy and seductive. No matter how surprised or scared they looked, they still wanted Erik to do all of this. They depended on him.
"Once you've found the weak spot", Erik continued and set his eyes on the rings on the Mexican's nipples, "use it against her." With just one little movement, the rings started to levitate, making her feel the painful pleasure through her piercings. She winced and watched his commander. Erik enjoyed this. Charles watched his determinate look and a little smile that was beginning to show as she satisfied him with her painful expression. Then he released her and turned his head towards Charles again.
"Simple as that", he finished.
"How do I know what's her weak spot?" Charles pondered.
"Well, you just have to keep watching her", Erik said. "You'll find it eventually. And with Cerebro finished, you'll be able to keep your eye on her every second – aside from the times I'll need it", he smiled again, jokingly.

"Charles...? I'm home", Ororo's voice could be heard from the kitchen. Charles looked scared.
"Quickly, cover her", he said and was worried Ororo would know what he was up to, if she would see a topless woman in his room. "Stay here", Charles asked and rolled to the kitchen, leaving Erik and the women behind. Ororo was just about to take a glass from the cabinet when she saw him.
"There you are", she smiled and Charles smiled back, trying to remember Erik's words.
"Good evening, Ororo", he greeted her. "Had a nice day at work?"
"Yes, thank you", she nodded quickly, trying to cover up her memories from fucking Remy. They would only make her blush. "How about you?"
"I had productive day", he told and Ororo drank the water.
"That's good", she was glad. "If you don't mind, I'm just going to take a shower, then I guess I'm off to bed", she told him and he could smell the sex on her. Charles nodded, wondering who she had fucked today. He couldn't wait to get Cerebro ready so he would know for sure.
"Sure. Good night", he said and Ororo smiled.
"Goodnight, Charles", she nodded before she went to the bathroom.