"You must be wondering why I called you here-"Mr Logan began, sitting behind his desk and looking over at Charles, who sat from across him, uncomfortable and curious to know why he was called in. He tried to shift his focus somewhere else because Mr Logan looked intimidating, even though he spoke kindly and did not ever treat him roughly. Charles assessed that Mr Logan's office is a reflection of his personality, an organized chaos. There was a mess of papers and folders piled high on his desk, his bulletin board peppered with push pins, post its, old memos and posters, one edge of the cork board torn off as if it was chewed off and left as it is. There are dusty trophies in the cabinets, the head of a stuffed deer hanging next to a small table where an antiquated coffee pot sat alone, some sporting equipment, damaged and new were scattered everywhere. The desk did not seem to fit Mr Logan because it seemed too small, emphasizing the jutting muscles on his arms as he crossed his fingers in front of himself on the desk.

"Is everything ok with you Charles? Is Lehnsherr still harassing you?"

Charles fidgeted in his chair. It was always difficult for him to lie, but he did his best to put up an act for Erik's sake.

"Well he is odd, Mr Logan. When we are in the book club together, he acts ok and sometimes he's nice to me, but most times I guess he likes to pick on me in front of his friends to look cool-"

"I see-"Mr Logan nodded, this seemed to confirm to him why Erik acted out of character when it was just him and Charles.

"I think...I think it's because he's full of these bad feelings and he's not really happy-"

"That so?"

"We talk in the book club sometimes. Principal Summers had him attend the club to get him to be a better student and I was asked by Ms Grey to help Erik with his studies. So, he tells me stuff-"

Mr Logan grunted, putting his chin to his palm as he continued to regard Charles. He could not put his finger on it, but it sounded to him as if Charles was being a bit too understanding towards a punk like Erik Lehnsherr. He thought he should say something that might get him to the bottom of what Charles and Erik Lehnsherr were about.

"I saw you and Lehnsherr together, Charles-"

Charles struggled to keep his composure, his eyes darting about, biting down on his lips and giving Mr Logan a confused look.

Mr Logan kept staring at his face. "You and Erik were sitting inside his car a few days back-"

Charles kept a straight face. "We were talking about stuff from book club that was all-"

"You were looking pretty chummy-"

Charles blushed; he couldn't hide that from Mr Logan, who cleared his throat because he realized how much he was making Charles uncomfortable.

"I'm only concerned for you, Charles. We both know what a goon Lehnsherr is. I don't want him trying to be friendly with you, but in the end he will do something mean to you. I have a clear understanding of characters of his type. I advise that you be careful in his company. I'll watch out for him as well, just to help you out-"

"Yes Sir, I will-"

"Good, you can go to your next class-"

"Thank you, Mr Logan!"

Later, Charles met up with Erik in the library for their usual book club session and he told Erik what Mr Logan had said.

"We have to be more careful then. That snooping bastard!" Erik said as his expression grew wrathful at the thought of Mr Logan getting on his case.

"He was only doing that because he was worried for me, Erik-"

"He's still being a motherfucking snoop!"

Charles gently reached for Erik's hand to calm him down.

"Like you said, we'll just need to be more careful. Lock doors, make sure not one of your friends or my friends see us; watch out for Mr Logan. The other members from the book club only know that you are being forced to join so they know why you behave the way you do-"

"We can always meet in secret, maybe at your house or mine. If we want to...you know-"Erik was blushing hotly as he said this because he was expecting he and Charles would continue to have sex. This was the first time he acknowledged that he wanted them to get together again after the last few days they have been seeing one another.

"Oh," Charles said softly, and then he himself was blushing as well. There were just brief moments that they would share when alone together, kissing and just holding on to each other when they are at school, but Erik did not initiate or mention another tryst. Until now.

Erik looked around furtively, and then he reached out and with his fingers, caressed Charles's cheek.

"So...do you want to?"Erik whispered, giving Charles a sultry stare, smiling at him.

Charles looked down at the table, eyelashes lowered, licking and biting at his lower lip and then he met those smoldering eyes with his own and Erik could see the craving in his eyes, the wanting.

"When?" Charles whispered back, squeezing his thighs beneath the table, and then he put his leg out to rub it against Erik's leg, smiling lewdly back. Erik started in surprise in his chair, but he was still smiling.

"You know I have this barely uncontrollable urge to take you, right here and now on the library table, but I don't think that's considered appropriate behavior-"Erik said in a low, husky voice.

Charles giggled silently, trying to cover his mouth with his hand. "No it wouldn't be-"Charles said, pretending to sound serious. Erik tipped his head to the side and grinned back hugely.

"Tell you what; I'm going to call you when it's time, how's that?"

"Oh, but I thought you want to ravish me now?" Charles asked playfully back.

"Charles, does anyone still use the word ravish nowadays? Isn't that a bit too old-fashioned?"

"I'm a romantic, so sue me!"

"Hmm, a romantic with a penchant for unbridled, lusty sex...I like that-"

That got Charles laughing quietly and Erik joined him, both of them trying to control their laughter because they are in the library.

"Who uses 'Unbridled' nowadays in a sentence? Ha! Ha! Face it, Erik; you are as much of a romantic as I am! Besides, you started all of this, being the horny bastard that you are!"

Charles continued to laugh, but Erik suddenly grew serious, it wasn't a reaction Charles expected.

"Do you regret it, Charles? This...thing that happened between us?"

Now it was Charles's turn to become somber. He took his time answering, sighing."I don't know how to answer that yet-"

Erik nodded in understanding, not saying a word.

"What's happening now, it's really strange to me. Maybe it's because of the fact that we are both boys and it's not normal to be attracted to one another the way we are. There is so much against us that if anyone ever found out about you and me...our friends and our families, no one will accept it. Like I told you before-"

"I know, Charles-"

"And you know the crazy part about this? You're my bully, I'm supposed to hate you and be afraid of you. Instead, I was attracted to you and here we are, getting into an unlikely relationship. Isn't that just mental? I must be a masochist-"Charles chuckled softly, looking down at his arms that are on top of the table.

"If I could take back every mean thing that I ever did to you, I would Charles-"Erik said solemnly.

Charles smiled up at Erik, a trace of sadness in his eyes.

"It's ok, Erik. We got into this together and I wanted this too. It's just that I am still trying to understand it so I can't really say if I regret anything-"

"So do we go on then?" Erik asked, an anxious look coming over his expression."I'm asking this because I don't want us to go on if it's going to make you suffer. I can't bear hurting you anymore because I care about you-"

Charles felt his heart beating faster again; just looking at Erik's face and listening to him say those words. He felt his cheeks grow hot as a blossoming flush spread across his face, his eyes wide. His lower lip trembled for a moment and then he reached out and intertwined his fingers to Erik's own.

"Yes, we should go on...and thank you for caring-"

Erik smiled back at him gently he was about to say something when they heard footsteps so they undid their hands and pretended to be reading books, looking at each other with a meaningful and charged stare.

It was a deception Charles was not comfortable with from the beginning, but since he and Erik are into this deep, he had to lie constantly to cover up what relationship they have. Erik had to pretend to treat him like trash in front of everyone and Charles could see how it hurt Erik to do that to him. Like when Erik had to destroy the food Raven had made for Charles one time. Charles was leaving for school one morning and Raven stopped him and handed him a paper bag containing a peach cobbler she made, telling him she was practicing on her baking skills. Charles just absently carried it in his hand when he got on the bus and when he went to school, he did not bother to put it in his bag and that had been his mistake.

Erik and his gang watched him as he walked past them to go to his locker. As he was going by, Shaw gestured with his head to what Charles was carrying, looking straight at Erik and grinning wickedly. Erik knew what Shaw wanted him to do because even if he did not do it, Shaw would have done it for him anyway. Erik immediately grabbed at Charles's paper bag and was giving the other a mean smile when Charles turned to look at him, startled.

"What's in here? This your barf bag, queer?" Erik said sarcastically as he held it out of Charles's reach, while the other tried unconsciously to get it back. Erik managed to keep his face carefully insolent for everyone else to see, but Charles had a good look at his eyes and can see it pained him to do this.

"Please give that back," Charles said quietly as he also pretended to try and retrieve it again.

"Sure," Erik said smoothly and then he was holding the bag for Charles to reach, but instead of giving it to him, he let it fall to the floor and then he stomped on it, causing the contents to squish out messily and the paper bag to tear, spreading ruined pieces of peach and pie crust about.

"Sucka!" Erik cried out in a taunting voice and walked away from him smugly, going back to his crew.

Erik's friends howled out rough laughter as Charles stared down at the ruined food, feeling humiliated and then they left. He slowly started to clean it off, gathering everything on a piece of paper and threw it in a nearby trash bin. The other kids snickered, some of them looked on in pity, some of them just ignored him. Sean and Hank could only watch as well, patting his back in understanding and then they walked beside him as they went into their first class of the day.

He sat in his chair, not daring to look at Erik who was staring at him from his own seat, sprawled about rudely as usual. Charles sighed and was sadly flipping through to his notebook when he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. He took it out and it was a text from Erik.

[I'm sorry.] It was all he simply said.

Charles didn't answer back. Mr Kurt Wagner had arrived already.

At 3rd period, Charles was alone in the boy's room and had just finished his business, he was washing his hands over at the sink when in came Erik. He locked the door behind him and went over to Charles.

"Charles," Erik said softly. He looked like he was actually close to tears. Charles met Erik's eyes from their reflection in the mirror, sighing.

"It's ok. I understand-"Charles murmured back and finished wiping his hands with a paper towel.

"No it's not ok!" Erik cried out and he grabbed Charles from behind and hugged him, pressing his face to the back of Charles's neck, kissing his exposed skin. Erik had started to sob, his breath hitching as he kept holding on to Charles.

"Erik, we have to keep the act up. So it can't be helped-"Charles said soothingly, his eyes downcast as he reached up and caressed Erik's arm which was wrapped around him. Erik turned him around and was passionately kissing his lips, still holding him and somehow...it made the meanness of his action insignificant in Charles's mind. Charles embraced him back tightly, his eyes closed.

"-Hey! The door's locked!" someone from outside said and this someone was jiggling at the jamb of the door violently, causing Erik and Charles to stop what they were doing. Erik pressed his cheek to Charles's own burning cheek, sighing softly then he pulled back, putting a finger to his lips and gesturing for Charles to go into one of the stalls and hide. Charles nodded, while the person on the other side continued to push and knock at the door. Erik wiped at his eyes quickly with a paper towel while Charles waited quietly in the stall, then he heard Erik's truculent voice.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"

"Erik! S-sorry!" the kid from outside cried out in shock and then Charles heard a rustle.

"Get outta my way, dipshit!"

A slight grunt, more rustling and a thumping sound, Erik might have pushed the other boy aside and then Charles heard Erik stomp off. The other boy, Charles could not recognize his voice, stood in the lavatories and was letting out a breath, relieved Erik did not pummel him. The boy did his business at the urinal and then he got out of the boy's room, noisily opening the door and getting out. Charles himself let out a breath through his mouth and then he slowly got out of the stall, opened the door and went to his next class. He was a few minutes late behind Ms Grey's class, but she let it slide since he is her favorite student. He went to his seat, a slight smile on his lips and Erik saw it. Erik faintly smiled himself, as he shoved his face into his folded arms to hide the blush that rose to his face. He suddenly had an idea on how he could make it up to Charles.

It was the weekend, Charles would usually spend an entire day with Sean and Hank at Hank's house for PC games and a movie marathon, pigging out on junk food and pizza or they would go to the mall to check on new collectibles or graphic novels, which are more or less, an upgraded version of comic books. Charles was dressed simply, just a t-shirt and jeans; he didn't even brush his hair. He had just put on his sneakers when his cell phone rang. Charles thought it was Hank, but it was Erik's number that popped up. Charles looked down at it in wonder and then he answered the call.

"Erik?"

There was a soft, throaty chuckle from the other end because Erik knew Charles did not expect him to call.

"Come to my house," Erik said simply. Charles and Erik knew each other's houses because they both used to ride the school bus until Erik got his car, which was a black Pontiac Firebird. Charles was about to go out and meet up with Hank and Sean and he told Erik so.

"So ditch 'em. Come over here instead," Erik said, his voice a smooth purr.

"I...I don't know, Erik! I mean I always meet up with them and...and well, I never missed a day with them-"Charles stammered, suddenly torn between going to Erik or going to his friends.

"Tell them you're sick-"Erik said, pleading.

"Um-"

"Charles...I need you here with me. I'm all alone. I drove my mom to some relatives in the county. She won't be back until tomorrow. Do you know what that means?" Erik said in that deep, husky tone that sent shivers down Charles back. Charles audibly licked his lips, a whispery gasp escaping him.

"Let me call them first-"Charles said in a small voice and ended the call with Erik. Charles hesitated, scrolled down to Hank's number, staring at it and he thought, it would just be this one time, just one little lie. He dialed Hank's number.

"Hi, Charles!"

"Hank," Charles said hoarsely, pretending to sound sick. "I don't feel so good today, I can't come over-"

"What's wrong?"

"I think I have the flu or something. My head's hurting really bad...I won't be able to play-"

"Aw, man! Sounds bad. You want us to come over?"

Charles gripped the phone tightly, running his hands through his hair in frustration."No! No don't do that...I don't want you to get my virus or whatever I have here-"

"Ok then, rest up!"

"Thanks and I'm really sorry-"

"Don't be, just get well soon-"

"Ok, bye-"Charles said quietly, ending the call.

Charles hurriedly took his clothes off and ran for his bathroom, taking a quick bath and grooming himself, best as he could, looking his face over and making sure he looked neat for Erik. He ran his hand over his face.

Maybe I could put on some moisturizer or something, some cologne- Charles thought anxiously and opened his medicine cabinet to look for something, finding nothing satisfactory, he went into Raven's bedroom to look over her dresser for something he could use.

She was out with her own friends as well, leaving earlier than him and was probably at the mall. He sniffed over some of the creams and lotions she had, making a face because some of them are too flowery. He found a small jar of moisturizer that read sugar vanilla and he liked its smell. It smelled good enough to eat that he tested it on his tongue and found that it did taste sweet.

Erik would probably like that. He put some on his face and even rubbed some on his lips. He continued to look over her bottles of perfume next and found one that went well with the scent of vanilla. The label read white musk, it didn't smell feminine or flowery and it was really subtle. He sprayed some on his hair, which was still damp from the shower. He carried the bottle with him and went through his clothes, wondering what to wear. He laughed inwardly, feeling slightly silly because he was like a girl anxious over pleasing a date and getting all dolled up. Oh, Erik! Look what you put me through!

"Nothing!" Charles muttered under his breath as he pushed around the clothes hanging in his closet. It was too late to shop for a new outfit.

He went into his parents' bedroom, opened his dad's closet and found a nice pale blue shirt with a soft, almost silky fabric. It was a little too big for him, but he decided he could just roll the sleeves up. He padded barefoot back to his room and found a clean pair of tan pants to go with the shirt and a gray coat and he put these on. He sprayed some cologne on his clothes and looked himself over again as he combed his hair before a mirror. He decided he won't be wearing his glasses. He felt a nervous excitement over meeting Erik this time because they will be alone together again, with no one to interrupt or distract them.

He was probably over dressed and when he got down the stairs and his mother exclaimed on it too.

"Charles, are you going on a date?" She looked him over appreciatively.

"No, Mom...just meeting up with some friends-"

She put a hand to her hip and smiled at him. He resembled his mother more at that moment, both of them having the same dark brown, shining locks and blue eyes.

"Aren't you a bit overdressed to just meet up with Hank and Sean? Where are you boys going to this time? The Waldorf Astoria or some classy place that I don't know of?"

"Mom!" Charles said petulantly, rolling his eyes at her, but smiling sheepishly all the same.

"I bet it's a girl. Why do you have to hide these things from me? I'd love to meet her-"

"Mom, please-"Charles said in a serious voice.

"Oh alright! Just tell me when you feel like it! Have fun and stay out as late as you want! You have my blessing!"

Charles chuckled and kissed her softly on the cheek. Her eyes widened."My, you smell nice! It is definitely a girl!"

He barked out a short laugh and started walking out the door when she suddenly called out from behind him when she realized something.

"Is that your father's new shirt you're wearing?"

Charles didn't answer her this time. He hurried down the front steps and pretended that he did not hear her. He hoped that Erik would not tear the shirt off of him and ruin it. His Mom would have a fit if he did not give it back in pristine condition. He took the bus to get to Erik's street.

Standing before Erik's house, Charles suddenly felt his knees go weak, as if he was unsure of what he was doing there. Erik possessed his mind completely that he hastened over just to give in to the other's whims . He exhaled a shaky breath and stepped towards the door, but Erik opened it before he could even knock. They stared at each other, not moving for some time. Erik was looking him over, head to toe, his eyes seeming to eat the sight of him up. Erik leaned one hand at the frame of the door, tipping his hip and propping his other hand on it. He was wearing nothing but a pair of loose dark brown shorts and a plain Red Sox t-shirt. He smiled as if slightly amused.

"I think I forgot to look over the memo. I'm a bit underdressed for the prayer meeting-"Erik teased.

Charles let out a huff of breath and pushed past Erik haughtily, entering the house of his own accord.

"Everyone's a critic all of a sudden! What's wrong with dressing up? You think I look like some...some choirboy?"Charles spluttered, pouting his lips out and glowering at Erik. Erik locked the door behind him and kept on smiling at Charles.

"A sinful choir boy actually, out on a downward spiral into indecency-"

"Smart off me one more time and I will leave!" Charles said angrily, his cheeks burning, feeling humiliated and foolish because he took all this effort for Erik and the other was just teasing him. Erik suddenly placed his hands upon Charles's shoulders, staring at him seriously.

"Don't be like that! I had you come over to make you happy-"

Charles continued to fume."Well I'm so happy right now, I'm bursting with joy!" he said through gritted teeth, his eyes still narrowed up at Erik.

Erik sighed and led Charles to the living room and had him sit on a large chocolate brown sofa, softly pushing down on his shoulders.

"Sit, and wait for me here-"then Erik left him there by himself.

Charles looked around the room. It was very clean, but at the same time, very spare. The sofa was up against the wall, which was covered with a dark-reddish brown wallpaper, giving the room a dark and warm tone, the leather sofa Charles sat on matched the rest of the furniture and before it, from across the room stood a large old-fashioned television, one of those boxy square ones that are no longer manufactured. There were pictures of Erik and Erik's parents on one of the side tables and Charles picked these up to look at them and it made him smile, softening his anger further. There were books on the bookshelves, magazines and newspapers on the other matching side table and a curtained window at Charles's back. Then, Erik came out from a side doorway making Charles glance up, his mouth growing soft and round in surprise. Erik was wearing a black suit, a coat and tie affair and he looked great wearing it. Damn, he was so handsome it made Charles's ears burn like the rest of his face.

"Now we're a perfect match," Erik announced and then he sat next to Charles, smiling at him affectionately. He leaned in close and kissed Charles's lips softly and then he pulled back, eyes slightly heavy lidded, licking his lips and then he smiled lewdly, taking Charles into his arms.

"You smell so good, Charles-"He whispered against the other's ear, burying his face into Charles's hair, nuzzling it and deeply breathing of Charles's scent, just hearing Erik breathe turned Charles on. Then, Erik was licking and kissing Charles's earlobe and his neck, his rough-silk mouth passing over Charles's cheeks over and over, nibbling at his lower lip again, softly kissing the tip of Charles's nose and holding the other's blushing hot cheeks in both palms. Charles felt that burning sensation again all over, as if he was going to burst into flames because of the heat of it. Erik was taking his time kissing him. Erik licked at one cheekbone slowly and in a rasping voice he spoke against Charles's hot skin.

"Sweet,"

It made Charles shiver and gasp softly. Erik was unbuttoning his own coat and removing Charles's coat next, dropping it onto the carpeted floor. Charles was moaning, already aroused as he held on to Erik, his body writhing restlessly against the other. Erik stopped and they are gasping over each other's faces.

"I want to give you something-"Erik whispered.

"What is it?" Charles said in a quiet voice, he was kissing Erik's neck, returning the kisses Erik was giving him earlier. Erik pulled back from his embrace reluctantly, but he reached down and held Charles's hand and led him to the kitchen, which also looked very spare. On the countertop was an entire peach cobbler in a deep dish. Charles stared up at Erik, registering a pleasant look of surprise.

"Erik, what is this?" Charles asked gently ,but of course he had a pretty clear idea what it was.

"I made this for you, to make up for the one I destroyed-"Erik said, his voice growing solemn.

Charles felt tears come up to his eyes. He tried his best to stop them from flowing down, blinking his eyes repeatedly. Erik got out a little white dish and neatly sliced him a piece and put it on the plate, getting a fork as well and pushing it towards Charles across the countertop.

"I practiced a few times to get it right. I think it tastes pretty good. It's edible, I promise!" Erik murmured softly, acting like he was the one that was so embarrassed, but trying to be manly about it, his own cheeks growing crimson.

"That's...that's really...sweet of you," Charles sounded overwhelmed, looking up at Erik happily. Charles picked up the fork, cutting up a small bit of peach cobbler and brought it to his mouth. He chewed slowly, his eyes still fixed on Erik as he kept on eating.

"This is very good, Erik. It's delicious-"

Erik beamed proudly at that, sitting closer and bringing his hand up to cup his own chin. That was when Charles saw the burn marks on Erik's hands and a couple of cuts on his fingers. Charles suddenly reached for his right hand and exclaimed over it.

"Erik! Your hands!"

Erik pulled his hand back slowly, giving him a weak smile.

"I don't really cook, not for myself or anyone. I didn't know those damned fresh peaches would be so juicy and slippery and I don't know how to test the heat of the oven. This stupid cookbook I read made it sound so easy-"

Charles reached for him again and kissed Erik's wounded hands, cupping Erik's cheek in his palm.

"Thank you," Charles said his voice soft with affection for Erik. Erik sighed happily, enjoying Charles's attention.

When Charles had finished his slice of peach cobbler and drank a glass of water, they went back to the sofa to continue fooling around. Erik was getting into that state of hungering desperation as he kept kissing Charles, savoring the taste of the peach cobbler that still lingered on Charles's breath. He had taken off his own shirt and had removed Charles's shirt carefully because the other asked him to. Now they are both only just wearing their pants and are barefoot. Erik made it so Charles was leaning on top of his belly and he kissed the other repeatedly, his tongue and mouth exploring the pale, smooth skin of Charles's neck and shoulders, his hands wandering over the other's body while Charles propped himself up on his arms so that Erik could move around under him. Erik was getting even more aroused and excited, just to see Charles responding to the touches and moaning out loud this time, with no one around to prevent them from voicing out their passion.

Charles's hand had slid down, touching Erik through his pants, fondling at the hardness of his sex that pressed painfully at the fabric, making Erik groan in pleasure. Erik gave him a dark look of lust, his eyes heavy with it. Charles himself was so turned on already, full of this wild craving to have sex with Erik again. He was gasping into the kisses, frantically trying to undo Erik's pants, but Erik pulled back from their frenzied kissing, breathing sharply with his mouth open.

"Wait," he said in a breathless, guttural voice.

Charles looked up at him curiously, his eyes desperate.

"Let's slow it down-"Erik said in a soft voice and sighing, he drew away, lying back on the sofa, with Charles on top of him.

"Erik, this is driving me crazy-"Charles complained as he laid his head on Erik's chest, still trying to catch his own breath.

"Exactly what I want-"Erik said in a leering voice, grinning with his eyes closed.

"You bastard!"Charles said in a gruff voice, pretending to be annoyed. He pinched Erik's nipple and the other jumped a bit in surprise.

"Ow, Charles!"

"That's what you will get if you keep leaving me hanging like this!"Charles started pinching him some more that Erik struggled to get up and pull away from Charles, both of them laughing and pretending to fight off each other. Erik stared at Charles's smiling red lips again, which was shining and slightly puffy from being sucked on and kissed by him. He reached out and caressed Charles's lower lip possessively.

"You're beautiful!" Erik said softly, all playfulness gone as he stared at Charles's face, suddenly overcome by these strange feelings he had for the other. Charles himself was reddening again, unable to hide it when something that Erik had said or done moved him. Erik shifted in his seat, releasing Charles and then he stood up. Charles looked mystified, but Erik just smiled at him secretly. He went into the kitchen, came back a few seconds later with a medium-sized peach on a plate.

Erik sat back next to Charles and placed the plate with the peach on the floor. Then, he picked up the peach and held it in his hand right hand.

"You know, every time I look at a peach, it reminds me of you. When we first kissed on the beach, you tasted of peaches and every time I see you and you are blushing, it reminds me of this fruit-"

Charles giggled at that, leaning back onto him again, smiling shyly. Erik held the peach out close to Charles's face. Charles was about to take it from his hand, but Erik drew it away from his reach.

"No,"

"No?" Charles echoed back, his eyebrow quirking up.

Erik pressed the fruit softly to Charles's lips. He spoke huskily again."Eat it while I hold it up for you-"

Charles understood what Erik wanted and gave him a lewd smile. His tongue slid out of his mouth and he was obscenely licking at the skin of the peach, his eyes darkly looking up at Erik, then he bit into the fruit, sucking and licking as the juices trickled slowly from Erik's palm, meeting up against his chin.

"Hmmm," Charles moaned, tongue flicking slowly over his own lips as he relished the taste, delving into it seductively. He made more biting, sucking motions as he ate, his tongue lapping up not only the juice that was flowing down Erik's forearm, but he also licked indecently at Erik's fingers and his skin. Erik was looking on in arousal, admiring the way Charles moved over him and the way the other was eating the peach in such a sexual way.

"I want you to lick my cock just like that-"Erik purred as continued to stare at Charles. He was almost done eating the peach. Charles stopped to answer him, smacking his lips as he ran his tongue over it.

"Can I bite your cock like this?"He brought his face down quickly and bit hard at one side of the fruit, pulling back, laughing and Erik started to laugh along with him.

"If you bit it off like that how would I be able to please you?"

Charles was laughing even harder now, lifting a hand up to wipe the side of his mouth. His eyes were sparkling with amusement, his smile sweetly charming that at that moment Erik thought he was falling in love with him. Erik couldn't stand it anymore. He flung the fruit down on the plate and then he grabbed at Charles and forced him back onto the couch, kissing the other roughly, surprising Charles and making him moan in a pleased way. Erik was hurriedly undoing Charles pants and pulled it down his thighs. Charles himself was reaching down to help him push it off and after Erik flung it off somewhere, Charles was helping Erik take off his own pants.

When they were both naked, Erik sat back on his haunches to look over Charles's body, his gaze lingering over the other possessively. Charles had one arm up over the side of his head; the other was down at his side. Erik could see a slight sheen of sweat on Charles's forehead, his blush reaching down to his neck already, his chest heaving slightly. The way he was lying there, like he was offering himself up, giving Erik that naughty, come-hither look made Erik want to violently fuck him over and over until the other would be begging him to stop. What was it about Charles that made him want to fuck the other so badly each time he looked at him? It's like Charles had some sort of aphrodisiac emanating from him and it seemed to only reach him alone and had some sort of control over him. He bent closer and smiled at Charles, licking at Charles's lower lip seductively and making the other gasp.

"After I'm through with you...you won't be going home tonight, Charles-"Erik rasped out and then he started to suck and kiss Charles roughly on the mouth. Charles was not even able to respond. Erik kissed him on the lips long and hard, pressing down on top of him and pinning him onto the couch. Charles's eyes went wide, but he could not push Erik away from him, he was so strong and he had his crazed look of lust in his eyes that suddenly made Charles feel a flutter of fear in his stomach. What else could Erik possibly do to him? His lungs felt like they are burning again as he struggled in Erik's tight grip.

"Hmmphh-"Charles moaned into Erik's mouth, trying to push him away, he succeeded this time and he was gasping for air, his entire body heaving for breath.

"Oh god, Erik! You-"Charles said in a choked voice, but he wasn't able to continue.

Erik was kneeling back and leaning down, sucking at his cock violently it made Charles cry some incoherent word, his hands flying down to Erik's shoulder, not even sure if he wanted to push or pull away from Erik. He was shutting his eyes tight, wincing at the sudden hurt and the strange thrill that it gave him. Erik was strongly and eagerly sucking on him again, it made Charles throw his head back in abandon, his mouth slightly parted as he let Erik continue. It was just so good. Oh that hot mouth; that rough tongue that lapped up at the pre-cum at the head of his cock, Charles didn't think he would be craving for it this badly. He leaned back on his arms, shuddering and moaning while Erik worked to please him.

"Coming, oohhh I'm coming-"Charles crooned and then he did release into Erik's mouth.

He clutched at the side of Erik's head and went still as another explosive orgasm took him right to the edge. Erik took his come in long, appreciative swallows, enjoying the heat of it as it slid sown his throat, he could still feel the pulsing of Charles's straining sex in his mouth. He pulled back licking at the tip and was smiling up at Charles, who opened his eyes to stare down at Erik, breathless and looking beautifully agonized. Erik pulled back and sat up straight on the couch. He gestured for Charles to come closer and he complied. Charles could smell his own come on Erik, along with the scent of the white musk perfume rising from his skin, the smells mingling in the air. Erik pressed his lips to Charles's temple kissing him there.

"Do you want to know what you taste like again?" Erik said throatily. Charles was still slightly trembling and flushed all over as Erik held him. Charles leaned in slowly, mouth slightly open and waiting for the kiss. Erik slid his tongue in first, his lips crushing up against Charles. Charles drew in a sharp breath through his nose. He could definitely taste it and smell it, the chlorine, musky scent...the taste somehow smoky and like some salty spice. Erik pulled back and gave Charles's lower lip another slow lick. He reached up and touched the back of Charles's neck.

"Now...I want you to suck me off too,"

Charles had never done that to Erik yet, mostly it was Erik doing the pleasing and the touching. He blushed furiously, wondering if he could please Erik the way the other had given him so much pleasure. He knelt at Erik's side, but Erik was indicating he go down on his knees before him on the carpet. Charles awkwardly went down before Erik, shuffling on his knees and then he held Erik's already throbbing cock in his hand. Softly he kissed the tip of it, like how Erik did it to him before, eliciting a sharp intake of breath from the other. He slowly took in Erik's cock in his mouth. Erik's sex was bigger than his, he noticed and it looked like he would be having some difficulty taking it all in. Erik was slowly sliding into his mouth, touching his cheek and slowly stroking it. Charles gagged, but he managed to take all of Erik in his mouth. He pulled back and did his best to give Erik a decent blow-job, his head bobbing up and down.

Erik sighed in pleasure."Do it, like how you did it with the peach, Charles-"Erik encouraged him.

Charles stopped to smile up at him, holding on to that cock with one hand and he did as he was told. He sucked and licked and took Erik in with slow, seductive movements, it had Erik gasping and shuddering in pleasure. He grabbed Charles's head as the other bobbed up and down his cock, going faster, deeper...sucking his cock tighter and Erik flung his head back onto the couch, his legs shaking and Charles ran his hands up on them to caress his thighs. Charles lifted his eyes to look up at Erik's arousal and it made Charles suck and lick the other even more indecently, enjoying the reaction it was causing. Erik let out a short grunt when he came, Charles was not prepared for the sensation it caused in his mouth. He tried to swallow Erik's come, but it overspilled from his lips down to his chin. He pulled back, gasping and breathless once more.

"Sorry," he mumbled, still holding Erik's cock and looking away in embarrassment. Erik reached down and gently caressed his cheek, still in recovery from his own orgasm, making it so Charles faced him.

"Don't worry about it. You did well-"He soothed Charles. He pulled Charles towards him and they lied down on the couch, kissing and touching each other, then they both fell asleep, with Erik pressed up behind him as he rolled to his side to get into a comfortable position.

He woke up with a strangled gasp a few hours after with Erik fucking him from behind while he slept, lying on his side. Erik must have prepared him while he was sleeping, he didn't feel anything while he was out, but the sudden shocking sensation of being opened up down there, it was an exquisite hurt that woke up Charles's nerve endings and sent waves of an odd stinging pleasure deep inside him. The feeling doubled...tripled as Erik rammed up into that sensitive gland in his behind. Charles was restlessly arching his back up against Erik's violent thrusting, his eyes heavy once more. Not with sleep, but with this aching desire.

"Oh, Erik! Oh yes!"He moaned, his mouth hung open and a small rill of saliva trickled down to his chin. Erik was gasping throatily into his ear, both of them sweating profusely and driven by the mad need to fuck. Erik kept on pounding his hips up at the back of Charles's thighs and Charles was losing that rhythm as his body lost all control. Erik let out a shuddery breath when he came and Charles followed him last this time, a choked yell coming forth from his lips, his come spilling onto the couch, along with Erik's own come that trickled from his behind. He remained lying there, unmoving for some time, feeling Erik gasping and trying to recover behind him, sloppily kissing the back of his head and his ear. He thought Erik was going to pull out of him, but what Erik did to him caused him to start up in shock. Erik was fucking him again, it was just unbelievable. He wanted to turn around to look up at Erik, but Erik buried his face at the back of his neck, moaning, reaching out to caress and clutch at his chest.

"Erik-"Charles wasn't able to finish what he had to say again. His eyes widened and his mouth hung open as his tongue lolled out, a stuttering moan escaping him. Erik was still stroking him from the inside, pressing deep into the gland once more. He was still so sensitive, he wasn't sure he was ready to go again and then Erik lifted his leg, letting it dangle on to his own arm and was blindly reaching for Charles's cock, caressing it, causing this inexplicable, pleasurable pain inside him. Charles's head was spinning, heart pounding crazily in his chest as all these delicious sensations overwhelmed him. His mind was so overheated with this need to orgasm again. Erik was literally fucking him senseless.

"Fuck!"Charles keened out loud in a growling-gasping voice. It was too much. He was losing it. He was biting down on his lower lip, his face scrunching down as if in pain. Then, he came once more. He felt his come spilling again as Erik throttled down on his cock with one last hard thrust of his hand. From behind, he felt Erik's own come erupt inside him, with Erik letting out a satisfied moan. They both remained lying there; the only sound was their breathless gasping as they both allowed the intensity of the climax to pass through them, both of them a trembling mess; the sweat cooling the heat off their bodies. Erik pulled back finally, turned him around and started to kiss him languidly, holding him in his embrace. Charles returned the kisses, his hands pressed up to Erik's chest.

How many times? Charles didn't know anymore and he didn't really care. The state of going into an orgasm was getting very addictive. There was this part of him that wanted it to go on and on until he goes crazy with it. It was just the most amazing, passionate sex he had ever had and he wanted more. Erik burned away any sense he ever had and it was just the two of them and nothing else mattered. He didn't know how both of them ended up on the carpet. He woke up again and Erik was sleeping next to him, one hand possessively holding on to his hip. Erik's thick lashes fluttered, his mouth was closed and he was breathing deeply and quietly in his sleep. Charles sidled up closer to him, barely able to move and pressed his face into the hollow of Erik's shoulder, waking him up.

"Hmmm-"Erik murmured in a fuzzy voice. Charles sighed contentedly and kissed Erik's skin. The smell of their sexual congress was still in the air, faint...but still there. Erik chuckled softly and lifted his head to look up at the wall clock. It was already nighttime. He pressed his face into Charles's hair.

"You smell like sex,"

"You smell the same, Erik-"

"You were screaming out so loud the neighbors must think I was watching some porn movie in here-"

Charles started to giggle, his lips still pressed to Erik's shoulder."Since when did you care about what your neighbors think of you?"

"Oh, right. I don't-"Both of them started to laugh and then they just quietly lying there, enjoying the nearness of the other.

They fell asleep again, waking up several hours after to both take a bath. As Erik had promised, he would not be going home last night; it was already almost morning. His body was just too tired out from all that wild sex. His entire body still aching with it, but it was a good ache. He looked at himself in the mirror in Erik's bathroom and he could see the kiss marks around his neck like it was bruises. He will have to button his shirt up to the collar to hide them, maybe for several days.

Erik drove him back to his house through the back gate so that Charles's parents and his sister won't see them together. Erik had him take the entire peach cobbler with him, all covered in saran wrap in Charles's lap as he sat in Erik's car. They kissed again and Charles got out of the car, smiling, carrying the dish in his hands. He felt like his knees had turned to jelly and he was still aching all over, but it did not matter. He still felt so happy for some reason, on some high after that mind-blowing sex with Erik...until Raven started berating him for using her perfume and going over her things without asking for permission once he got inside the house. He also got scolded over by his mother for using his father's shirt. He offered up the peach cobbler as a truce and that somewhat softened the two angry women. Now they were both curious who his date was.

"It wasn't a date!" Charles said, exasperated and blushing hotly.

The next day, both he and Erik were still feeling the aftereffects of what they had done. Charles had woken up that morning feeling terrible that he had to stay in bed and he took a pain reliever. He was glad it was a Sunday. Erik called him and they talked for some time on his phone as he remained in bed. Erik spoke in a weary voice, yet he still managed to say a few indecent things to Charles that it made him laugh weakly. Erik sounded like wanted to say something more to Charles, but something interrupted him and he hurriedly ended the call. Later in the day, Charles met up with Hank and Sean to go to the mall and they saw how pale he was.

"Are you still sick, Charles? You should probably get some more rest-"Hank began as he looked at Charles, concerned over his state.

"I'm fine," He mumbled.

"He'll be ok," Sean piped in; slightly distracted by the game he was playing on his phone.

They still continued over to the mall, looked over some new graphic novels in one of the stores and then they ran into Raven and her cheerleader friends, who invited them to go eat ice-cream together. They were all sitting on one of the round tables outside the shop and then Raven saw something that caused her to frown. It was Erik Lehnsherr, hanging out with two of his friends, Victor and the other was Jan something. Raven flung her spoon into her cup angrily. She heard what Erik had done to her big brother, ruining the pie she had baked for him.

"Son of a bitch!" Raven swore under her breath. Next to her was Angel Salvadore, who had dated Erik before and she was looking on uncomfortably at Raven. She and Angel used to swoon over how handsome Erik was and how lucky Angel was to date him and make out with him. For them, it was a rite of passage to date an older student, but ever since Erik started to treat her brother in such a mean way, she lost any admiration for him. As Erik walked close by, she noticed that Erik looked over at her brother and smiled. She didn't know what that smile means, it looked as if he was giving her brother a mocking grin. She was not able to stop herself. She quickly stood up and went over to Erik and slapped him in the face.

"What the fuck!" Erik cried out in surprise as he looked over at her angrily. The other cheerleaders stood up and were standing close to Raven to support her...or to suppress her if things got ugly. Angel stood up and went over to Erik to stop him if he decided to get violent towards a girl; her hands were pressed to his chest.

"Ok, let's take it easy!" Kitty Pryde said, the head cheerleader and a senior over the other girls. She lifted her hands out to placate both parties. She was in the same class as Victor and Janos. Erik pointed a finger at Raven.

"Why didn't you say that to that stupid skirt before she slapped me out of nowhere?" Erik cried out balefully, barely able to suppress himself from slapping out a girl in public.

Charles and his friends remained seated in the chairs, gaping at the tense situation occurring before them. Charles himself did not know what to do. He looked at both Erik and Raven worriedly, his heart clipping fast in his chest.

"Stop being an ass to my brother then! Pick on someone your own size and stop bullying him!" Raven cried out in indignation, her chest heaving as she glared at Erik, unafraid. Erik was glaring right back at her malevolently, then his gaze fell on Charles. His eyes softened. He couldn't do anything to hurt Charles's sister. That would hurt Charles's feelings even further if he did that. He pretended to pull at his jacket insolently, giving Raven a taunting smile.

"Bitch, you don't tell me what to do. You better thank your fucking lucky stars you are in the mall. I ain't slapping you around with all these security guards roving-"Erik gestured for his friends to follow him and they left, throwing deadly stares towards Raven. Raven let out a breath and sat back in her chair and then she looked over at Angel apologetically.

"I'm so sorry; I just had to do that-"

"I know, Raven. It's not like he's my boyfriend so don't apologize. I just used to date him until I realized what a piece of shit he is-"

"Raven, control yourself next time, ok? What if he hurt you, what would you do then? You know how bad he is with the other kids at school-"Kitty scolded her gently.

Raven shook her head haughtily."That bastard deserved it! He ruined the pie I baked for Charles-"Then, she looked over at Charles and his friends who remained silent after all this time. Her expression softened.

"If I ever saw him picking on you again. I swear, I will go to the principal and I'm going to tell Mom and Dad-"

"Raven, no! It will only make it worse-"Charles gasped out.

"Well do you want him to keep doing these things to you? You've kept silent over it after all this time-"Raven said, her eyes wide.

"The principal already knows. We talked about it. Erik is really keeping his distance from me and about the pie thing, don't worry about it anymore ok?"

"That pie thing is not just some small thing to me, Charles! He still bullied you-"Raven shouted out, getting worked up over how Charles is such a pacifist.

"Raven, please-"Charles said softly. Charles had a way of calming people with the way he looked at them tenderly and Raven was not immune to it. Raven finally sighed and reached for Charles's hand.

"Ok, but if you need help...just tell me-"

Charles nodded and then the mood lightened. Everyone started to talk about what Raven did, laughing over it. Charles looked around at everyone, silently wondering if Erik got really mad with his sister, enough to also start bullying her at school. Charles received a text message from Erik and he read it.

[I won't hurt your sister, Charles. I promise. I'll pretend to forget about it]

Charles smiled down at the message. It seems Erik could read his mind and knew exactly what he was thinking.

"Hey, what got you smiling like you're drugged, Charles?" Sean asked as he tried to peek at the text message, but Charles deleted it and sat back, pushing his glasses up his nose.

"Nothing,"

"Oh it must be this girl he was dating-"Raven said loudly, smiling at Charles.

Charles's face fell. If she told them that he went out this Saturday and was not really sick, Hank and Sean might get mad with him.

"Raven, that's private!" Charles hissed out, narrowing his eyes at her.

"What date?" Hank suddenly asked, curious.

"I'll tell you about it sometime! Listen, we gotta go, I have something I urgently need to buy right now-"Charles blabbered and was leading Hank and Sean away, making the other girls giggle at his discomfort to discuss his date. Hank kept pestering him to tell all but Charles remained quiet, silently fuming.

Charles led Hank and Sean to the nearest store and bought a random thing out of nowhere.

"So, you urgently needed to buy a tic-tac?" Hank teased Charles, both of them knowing he just did not want to discuss 'that date' Raven was talking about. Charles grinned at him sheepishly.

"You know we won't stop bugging you until you tell us about your date. When did you start dating someone? Was it when you asked us about that obsessed admirer thing? Is she someone we know at school?" Hank rapped back continuously, giving Charles a huge grin. Charles slapped a hand to his face.

"Jesus, it was not a date! For the last time!" Charles groaned out.

"Well what is it then?" Sean asked.

Charles blinked at the question. How was he going to tell them he had sex with the so-called 'obsessed admirer' and that it was the most incredible thing in the world to him? How? He could never ever tell them the truth. He had to keep lying about the things happening between him and Erik.

"It was just some girl I met from the Wyngarde Academy a few weeks back, I met with her this morning and she gave me a peach cobbler pie that was all-"

"A girl from our rival school?" Sean asked, incredulous.

"Ah no wonder you didn't want to tell us. What's her name?" Hank asked, finally accepting his answer.

"Um, her name is Maxine. Don't get any ideas, we are not dating! She was just being friendly-"

"Well, will we be seeing her around?" Sean queried.

"No, I don't think so-"

Lies, more lies. Charles didn't want to have to lie, but what could he do? Tell the truth and have everyone looking at him differently because of the strangeness of his relationship with Erik? Or keep on lying and continue being Erik's secret lover while everyone was none the wiser? He could not just end it with Erik, not now that he was falling in love with him. He was falling in love with Erik because he was so passionate and sometimes he was tender, behaving like an attentive lover and deep inside, Erik cared about him. He had told him so. He wondered if Erik felt the same, if Erik would ever tell him that he loved him...

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