*See part 1 for story information. This part contains sexual contact
(m/m) and is rated NC-17.*
- Charles, do you want to make love? was the question Erik asked.
He had not planned it, and didn't know exactly what made him
it. Maybe it was nostalgia. But anyway, the question had been asked
and he could not take it back. But that didn't mean he wanted to.
Charles first wondered if he had heard correctly, but at the same
time he knew he had.
Erik had just asked him if they could have sex. Charles had not
slept with anyone (Erik was probably the last one, was it so,
Charles?) in a very long time. He wasn't even sure he remembered
to do it anymore.
- Yes...he heard himself say, and he acted on impulse as much as
Erik had done when he asked.
- I want to. Very much, he finished.
Erik's eyes widened. - Do you?
- Yes... Charles repeated and he could hear how faint and squeaky
his voice sounded. His own response frightened him a little, but he
was not at all unsure of what he wanted. He wanted to make love to
Magneto needed no further encouragement. He reached out across the
large bed and caught Charles' lips into a kiss that immediately
them both started.
Charles wrapped his arms around Erik's slender, lithe body and
returned the kiss fervently. His hands fumbled for the edge of
pyjama shirt and started to pull it up. While he did it, he could
feel a stirring and throbbing starting in his groin.
Yes, Charles thought, I think I remember this!
Erik kissed and caressed his former lover, who now soon would
become his current lover. When his hand slid down to Charles'
he noticed the other's obvious interest.
He broke the kiss and pulled away from the embrace.
- Sure? he asked seriously and sat up in the bed.
- Yes, absolutely, was the answer. More than sure.
- Shall I undress you?
Erik did what he was asked and started to unbutton Charles'
shirt. He was very careful, and took his time, in spite that he
started to get very aroused. He clearly felt he too had an erection.
When he managed to get Charles' shirt off, he passed on to his
pants. They were quite difficult to get off, considering Charles'
legs were paralysed, and he couldn't help himself by lifting his
hips. Erik had to be careful not to crack the seams in Charles'
in his ardour to get him naked.
But he finally managed to get all clothes off of him, including his
underwear, and when he had done that, he threw the garments onto the
floor. There was nothing that mattered less now than a pair of old
Charles lay next to him, completely naked, and with an erection
that was red and warm and throbbing. Charles' cheeks were also
He looked up at Erik as if he wasn't really sure what he
The grey-haired man with the pale blue eyes smiled and closed his
hand around his friend's throbbing erection and enjoyed the
of the warm member against his palm.
Charles gasped and started squirming in the bed and moaning. The
feeling of Erik's hand around his sensitive, engorged penis was
wonderful and he had to stop himself from coming at once.
It has been too long... Xavier thought while Erik stroked his
penis. All too long... I am acting like a teenager!
Charles came in his lover's hand only a short while later. Hot
semen tricked down Erik's hand and he felt Charles' penis
his orgasm had passed.
Charles whined silently when he realized what had happened. He had
screwed this up. Now he was finished. Erik had not even undressed
yet, and he was already finished.
Well, then it was just thank you and goodnight, then, and to lie
down and sleep and forget all about this.
Charles snuffled and put his hands over his face. He was ashamed
and felt miserable and like a failure, and he didn't want to look
Erik quietly reached for a paper napkin from Charles' bedside
and wiped his hand that was sticky with semen.
He noticed Charles' reaction and realized he was embarrassed
disappointed, but *he* was not disappointed at all. He had much left
to do with his lover.
Erik undressed. The process didn't take more than ten seconds
after that he was completely naked. He threw his own clothes onto the
floor just like he had done with Charles' pyjama trousers. Then
leaned over Charles and started to kiss him again.
Charles had not seen Erik undress, nor that he leaned forward, so
therefore he was surprised when he suddenly felt the other's
warm body settle atop his own and Erik's mouth that found his.
Now Erik was impatient. He spread Charles' paralysed legs and
pushed his knees up and leaned in between them. The throbbing in his
erection was almost painful now, and he rested it against
right inner thigh. He knew Charles couldn't feel it, but he
do anything about that. But that wasn't the place where it would
He wanted to get inside Charles, and he wanted it now. And he knew
Charles understood too. Hopefully he wanted the same thing.
Erik temporarily pulled his mouth away from Charles' and looked
into his eyes for a moment. It was difficult to interpret the look in
his eyes. The eyes of the telepath expressed so many feelings at one
time - a whole storm of them. There was desire, love, fear, arousal
and much more. And maybe some uncertainty.
Erik knew he had to prepare his lover for anal sex. He definitely
must not hurt Charles.
- Hurry, Charles whispered in his ear. I know what you want. I want
the same thing. Hurry, Erik. Please. I want to feel you.
Charles' hand slid in between them and gripped Erik's
hard member squeezed in between them. He slowly caressed the velvety
skin around the head and felt a small drop of clear liquid trickle
from the tiny slit in the tip. It meant Erik was more than ready. It
was time to get started.
- Lubricant? Erik mumbled in Charles' ear.
- Use my skin lotion. It is in the top drawer of my bedside table,
Magneto stood up on his knees and started to fumble for the lotion
tube with one hand. He soon found it and pulled it up from the
The tube itself was blue, but the cream it contained was white.
Still standing on his knees between Charles' drawn-up, splayed
legs, he opened the tube and squeezed some cream onto his palm. The
lotion that came out reminded him of a small, white worm.
He watched it for a while before he started using the little worm
to lubricate his throbbing, hot erection, that had almost begun to
ache with need.
He looked down at Charles' lying, sprawled body as he did it.
Charles looked unusually good for a man his age - a *paralysed* man
his age, could be added. He had managed to keep himself slim, and
Erik also had to grant Charles looked fit. His arms, shoulders and
torso were slender, but he still had well-defined muscles.
It was clear that he at least wanted to keep his upper body in
shape. He could not do much about his legs, paralysed as they were.
But one couldn't deny that Charles had aged since last time
saw him naked. He simply looked older. In every way.
- You look older too, my friend, Charles suddenly said and showed
he had been following Erik's thoughts. Erik wasn't very
Charles did it sometimes when he felt like doing it. Why? Because he
Certainly Erik too looked older. Charles couldn't help noticing
that. He was still lean and slender, like he had always been,
(perhaps even *too* lean; the outlines of his ribs were clearly
visible under his milk-white skin) but his muscles and skin had
slackened throughout the years, and one thing that Charles also
noticed, was that Erik's pubic hair, like the hair on his head,
become grey. The last time they made love it had still been dark-
- You look older too, my friend, Charles continued, but not one bit
less attractive. Please, can you hurry?
Erik smiled in answer, placed his hand on Charles' left knee,
spread his legs even more. Then he brought his other hand to
anus and gently entered him with a sleek finger.
Now Erik's finger felt cold. Charles gasped for breath when he
the cold, and the muscle around his opening clenched reflexively.
- Schh... Erik said soothingly. Relax.
He let another finger slide in and this time he thrust them deep
inside, until he felt they reached a hidden little nub inside his
lover's body, and carefully he rubbed his fingertips against that
Charles cried out his pleasure when Erik's fingers massaged his
prostate and the sphincter around his anus gradually relaxed. He felt
and saw he was getting another erection, despite that he had believed
himself to be finished only a short while ago.
Erik stroked it lightly with the hand whose fingers were not inside
Charles, and the penis responded by twitching. Charles moaned.
Suddenly Erik pulled his fingers out and placed himself in a
position to enter Charles. The position was the usual one;
legs were on either side of Erik's hips, and Erik leaned over his
lover, with the most of his weight taken onto his own arms. He was
not heavy, but he didn't want to cause Charles discomfort by
all his weight on top of him.
Erik weighed a good 135 lbs, and although he didn't consider
to be much, it was still 135 lbs more than Charles usually had on him.
Carefully he began to thrust in. He met slight resistance at first,
but Charles was already prepared, and the muscle around his opening
was stretched, but he was still wonderfully tight.
- Oh, God... Erik murmured as he thrust. You are tight...
Was I the last one in here? he thought then, but did not say it out
loud. He still received an answer though.
- Yes, you are, Charles said. I haven't been with anyone else
our last time.
- That is a long time ago...
- I know...I know... Keep going... It feels...
Charles experienced slight pain in the beginning - this act could
not be done without a certain amount of pain - but it faded quite
soon and a burning pleasure began.
Erik started thrusting quite hard after some time. When there was no
longer any reason to be gentle, he wasn't, but he was certainly
too harsh either, since he definitely didn't want to hurt
They kissed while they made love and enjoyed being so close to each
other. Erik enjoyed the feeling of Charles' warm, tight channel
around his penis, and the delicious friction that this act produced.
And Charles enjoyed feeling Erik's member going in and out of his
body, and sometimes it even hit his prostate.
He had wrapped both arms around Magneto's ribcage and as his
pleasure grew, he hugged Erik tighter. Finally so hard that Erik
squeaked in protest.
Charles was strong in spite he maybe didn't look to be.
Erik's pleasure grew too. He thrust in and out in rhythm with
breathing, and this made Charles' breaths come out in small
Making love to Charles was definitely not anything new, but it was
so long since last time, it made this feel almost like a first time.
Otherwise everything was the same.
He was topping, Charles was bottoming. It was almost always like
that. Erik had never denied Charles the opportunity to be on top, but
Charles had very rarely jumped at the offer.
They had both developed a role in bed - Charles' role was to be
submissive, and he seemed to be comfortable with that.
Erik, on the other hand, could be either, depending on his partner
(Mystique, for instance, was a real dominatrix in bed) but he was
always the dominant one when he was with Charles. He was comfortable
with that, but he wouldn't mind switching parts sometimes.
Erik finally came, and he came violently, gushing his hot seed into
Charles' tight channel. Charles knew he had gotten his orgasm
not only by feeling the wet substance in his bottom, but also by the
mental connection he had kept between them.
Erik fell, now limp, on top of Charles, still sheathed inside him,
and just gasped. He placed some wet kisses on the other's cheek
mouth, but was too spent to do anything else.
They were both soaked with sweat and just had to lie down for a
while, with their bodies entangled, waiting to overcome the
But they were happy. That was all that mattered.
Logan lay in his bed, and it was soon two o'clock in the night,
he couldn't sleep. He was too worried and restless and his
gave him no rest.
He thought of Magneto's arrival at the mansion earlier the same
night, and what consequences it would bring him, Rogue and all the
others. But mostly he worried about Rogue. He thought he had the
right to do that. That psycho old man had actually tried to kill her!
His loved one! And now he was living here as a guest, almost like
anyone! How could Charles? Didn't he have any judgement?
The according to Logan injudicious decision allowing Magneto to
come here, angered him. They could not trust Magneto. It was just as
simple as that. And besides he didn't think Charles had the right
make decisions that concerned all the mansion's inhabitants - for
instance bringing Magneto here - by himself without first consulting
Logan rested his head against the pillow and closed his eyes, even
though he had already given up his attempts to sleep long ago.
Some time ago he had heard Scott and Jean returning. Judging from
the sounds they had made, Scott had been quite drunk and Jean quite
mad and annoyed at him because of it.
Logan smiled spitefully in the bed. Scott had sung! Could you
imagine that! Logan could almost not wait to tell him that when he
sobered up. Probably Scott wouldn't even believe him. But one
was certain - he would get a hellish day tomorrow if he really were
as drunk as he sounded.
Logan tilted his head and looked at Rogue who lay next to him in
the bed. She was a formless lump under the quilt and she was sleeping
heavily. He wondered if she had really taken Magneto's arrival as
lightly as she had pretended.
He had hard to believe that. But she said he magnified things. Did
he? He didn't think so.
Magneto was nothing to look upon lightly. He was loony. And
dangerous. And untrustworthy. And very dear to professor Xavier,
But he didn't know how "dear" - yet.
Afterwards, when their pulse and breathing slowly had gone back to
normal, Erik and Charles lay in the bed with the lengths of their
bodies pressed together, and arms around each other. They were still
warm and very tired.
The sounds of their heavy and wheezing breaths seemed to
reverberate in the quiet room.
Erik had put his arm around his lover's back and held him
against his chest. Charles had buried his smooth head in the hollow
between Erik's shoulder and head. He could hear his friend's
beat slowly and steadily in his chest. He liked the sound. It soothed
him. He had heard another person's heartbeats too rarely during
the years he had slept here alone. It was a great feeling not to have
to be alone now.
Erik stroked Charles' back with one hand and took his hand in
own with the other one. They entwined their fingers.
They had not spoken with each other after the lovemaking. It
somehow seemed like words weren't needed. Motions and caresses
mediate feelings a lot better than words could. But Charles finally
broke the silence.
- Erik, he said slowly, did this mean anything?
- Of course, Erik murmured with his lips against Charles'
It means we are still fond of each other...
- But besides physical attraction, said Charles. Was it anything
Charles didn't know what Erik would reply, and he didn't
what he *wanted* Erik to reply - and he wasn't sure of his own
- I don't know... Erik muttered. I guess I should say it was a
mistake, an act of impulse. But it feels completely right, and I
- Me neither, Charles said faintly. I...I believe I... still love
you, Erik, he added and nervously waited for Erik's response to
he'd just said.
There were two possibilities, Xavier thought. Either Erik takes me
seriously, or he doesn't. I don't know what would be worse.
never should have said that?
Some time passed before Magneto answered. Charles had become
nervous during the time, but when Erik finally answered, his reply
surprised Charles very much.
- I have never stopped loving you, Charles... Erik said with
emphasis. Not even after we broke up and you got your X-men and I got
my "Brotherhood". I realized it was impossible for us to stay
together, but I never stopped loving you in spite of that. I have had
other lovers after you, both male and female, but when I was with
them, I always saw your face. My first and greatest love.
- Erik, said the stunned professor. You can't mean that...
- Why not? It is true, Erik said indignantly. Why can I not mean it?
- It is such a shame that our opinions keep us apart. For I love
you, Charles. You have always been dear to me. You are my friend and
my beloved and you have always been there for me, even though I have
- I love you too, my friend, Charles sighed and his hold of Magneto
hardened absently. It was true. He loved Erik, and he would not stop
doing that, ever, but he also realized it could never be like before.
They had both chosen a side and the cleft between them was too big.
And then there are the students, Charles thought. My students, and
the school, and my responsibility for them. How would they react, if
I, their principal and mentor, someone they can always trust,
suddenly came and told them that he and someone they look upon as
their worst enemy are a loving couple?
No, Charles thought, that is impossible. I am responsible for them.
I can't do that to them. They are supposed to look up on me and
respect me. Would they do that if they knew...?
- I know you do, Erik said suddenly and pulled back Charles to the
reality. I know you love me. But what does that mean? Does it mean
you are ready to take the step and...
He let the sentence trail off.
- You know.
- Go out in public? About us? At the school?
- So they don't know? Erik sighed. No, I could have guessed
Charles shook his head. - Yes, Jean, Scott and Storm know. They know
you and I used to be more than friends when we were younger. But the
younger ones don't know. And... I don't know if it would be
they got to know at all... he said carefully.
The first reply he got was an angry sigh from Magneto. It was
evident that Charles' answer had not pleased him.
- No, I suppose it isn't! he snapped and pulled away from
so abruptly that Charles got frightened and winced. Then he turned
around and lay down with his back against Charles, angry and
disappointed in his lover's cowardice.
Fine! Magneto thought. If that is the way he wants it, then fine!
Charles has never understood that you have to take risks to get what
you want. He is a spineless coward! As always!
Words like "coward", "spineless" and
"always" were impression that
flooded into Charles' mind when he for a short moment brushed
Erik's reaction saddened and grieved him, of course, but a part
him also knew Erik was right. Maybe he was a coward.
- Erik, please... Charles tried to appease his disappointed lover
with soft and loving words, and gently placed his hand on his
- Erik, I beg you, don't be angry. Let's not fight now.
and look at me and let me hold you, he pleaded.
- Would you hold me in front of your students? Erik asked
- Erik, what has that to do with...-
- You see.
- Please, love, we had such a nice time, do you have to ruin...-
Erik bounced up into a sitting position in the bed with the speed
- I don't ruin anything! he suddenly screamed. His voice was
shrill and... LOUD. Charles imagined the whole mansion surely heard
him. But Erik was not finished.
- *I* don't ruin anything! he screamed again, his face red with
fury. *You* do! You are the coward one, who doesn't stand for
you *are*! *You*!
- Erik, *please*!
Charles had also sat up and he grabbed Erik's shoulders and
him. He even considered slapping him if he wouldn't calm down.
that was not needed. Erik stopped screaming and became quiet.
- Erik, Charles said again, and sadly looked into his friend's
eyes. He put his hand on Erik's cheek. Erik was warm. His
was still ragged, but he was no longer screaming, and he wasn't
Charles pulled Erik into his arms and Erik let him do it. Slowly he
wound his own arms around Charles' ribcage and his taut body
- I am sorry, he whispered. I overreacted. I didn't mean
I said, and... thought about you, Charles.
- I know. It's alright.
They lay down in the bed again, face to face.
- Maybe we should sleep, Xavier suggested. I have to get up early
in the morning.
- Sure, Magneto agreed. Let's do that.
- You are so beautiful, Charles whispered after looking at his
lover's body one last time. Erik lay outstretched beside him in
bed, still naked.
He passed his hand over Erik's smooth chest, his small, rosy
nipples that stiffened from the touch. His hand proceeded along
Erik's flat stomach, and down to his groin. Over his soft, grey
hair, that still had streaks of dark left in it, and finally, he
closed his fingers around Erik's penis, circumcised and now
When Charles touched him, Magneto felt his member tried to stand
once more, but he was too tired, and it flagged again.
- We were supposed to sleep, he said and slowly moved Charles'
from his crotch to his waist.
- Yes, we are, Charles agreed. Goodnight, Erik. I love you.
- I know, the grey-haired man said seriously. He pulled Charles
into his arms and spread the quilt over them both, and then they
slept belly to belly throughout the whole night, or what was left of