Chapter rating: NC-17 for graphic m/m sex.
Disclaimer and story information can be found in part 1.
It was dusty inside the cabin, but otherwise everything seemed to be
alright. When Erik had carried their luggage inside, he spent a few
minutes wiping most of the dust away.
The cabin had two floors. On the first floor, there was a kitchen, a
bedroom, and a living room, and then of course a hallway and a
toilet. There was a small TV in the living room, a fireplace, and a
set of expensive, black leather sofas, that Charles had inherited
from his folks.
The TV had not been there originally, but Logan and Marie had brought
it from the mansion.
They almost never went to the top floor. There was a ramp leading up
there too, so Charles, with some effort, *could* get up there, but he
never used to, and Erik didn't go there either, except when they
it as a storage.
There was another bedroom upstairs, with a ready-made double bed,
just like in the bedroom down here. It was there "in case"
ever bring a third person up here, but that had never happened, nor
would it probably never happen.
Once they were done with all preparations, and had put their bedroom
in order, the time had almost become half past six.
"I think dinner would be nice now," Charles said while they
sitting at the kitchen table, opposite each other. They had let the
kitchen window, which Erik crawled in through stay open, and the warm
summer breeze was stroking their faces.
The sun was setting, and the temperature had perhaps dropped a few
degrees, but not much. It was still incredibly hot, especially for
"Yes..." Erik murmured in reply to that Charles had said
before. "I'm also starting to get hungry."
"What would you like?"
"What did you bring from the mansion?"
"A little of everything; pasta, potatoes, meat, chicken..."
Erik looked thoughtful. "I would love to have chicken salad. If
that's okay with you, I can make some."
Charles smiled. "That sounds delicious, Erik. I'd love to
with the vegetables."
"That's not necessary," Erik said quickly. "You can
go into the
living room and relax in the meantime. I'll get you when I'm
Xavier sighed with his head down and suddenly looked very sad
again. "Erik," he said slowly, "please, do not pamper me.
not be doing everything on your own, I want to do something too. I
know I can't walk, but I *can* actually cook."
"I'm sorry," Magneto said at once and grabbed his
lover's hand across
the table. "I didn't mean to sound... Of course we shall do
together - you're good a cooking, I know that."
"Chicken salad, right?" Charles asked and immediately
of the lustre on his face.
"Yes. What more? Pasta or potatoes?"
"How about rice? And then we can make a make-it-yourself
"Excellent. Will you chop the vegetables if I do the chicken and
Erik got up and started looking for the ingredients in the fridge.
Hopefully it would turn out to be a good dinner.
The two elder men ate their dinner while the sun slowly settled
behind the treetops, and was soon replaced by a thin crescent moon
and loads of stars. At first the stars appeared as tiny dots of
light, but they cleared up as the sky darkened.
Erik and Charles ate very slowly and spoke of old memories during the
time; mostly things related to the cabin.
They opened a bottle of white wine, which Charles had brought from
the mansion, and poured themselves a drink each, and continued
speaking as they sipped their drinks at the kitchen table.
Occasionally they felt like two young men again, as if present times
somehow hadn't reached inside the cabin, but as though it was
time without any X-men or a Brotherhood. Only Charles Xavier and Erik
Lehnsherr, two mutants with two very different gifts, who loved each
other very much.
They were of course still the same people as they were then, but now
it was year 2003, and things had changed.
When the time started approaching midnight, they were still sitting
at the table by the open window, with their almost empty wineglasses
standing on the table between them.
"Are you glad we went out here?" Erik asked suddenly.
"It is very peaceful here," Charles replied. "And
quiet, and so... cosy?" he suggested and watched Erik to see if
"Hmm..." Erik just said. "It feels almost like old
"Are you missing those times?"
Erik sighed. "I honestly don't know. Then we had other
our biggest problem was to make the society accept our feelings for
each other. Our homosexuality. In today's society, we have to
for acceptance because we are genetically different. I seriously
don't know which is worse. But people have not become more
over the years. That is for sure."
Charles looked at his friend with pity. The part to be discriminated
for being born different was something especially difficult for Erik.
It was related to something that happened to him during the war, when
his entire family had been wiped out in a concentration camp, simply
because they were Jewish. Erik survived the war, but it had marked
his soul deeply.
"Erik," Charles said mildly. "Don't think of the war
anymore. It is
over now. It can't hurt you anymore."
Erik smiled sadly. "Please Charles, don't read my mind. I beg
"I can read you without reading your mind. I can tell when
sad, and I don't want you to be."
Erik leaned forward and placed his elbows on the table. He brushed
his grey hair back and sighed with his eyes closed.
"It is getting late," he said after a while. "Should we
go to bed?"
"Are you tired?" Charles asked.
"No. I only said we could go to bed. I didn't mean we should
Charles laughed when he saw the suggestion in Erik's statement.
you want to make love?" he asked although he naturally already
"Yes, don't you? Finally we can be alone without having to
about being caught in bed by one of your students, or about someone
hearing us when we moan."
"Yes, I want to," Charles admitted and got warm inside when
thought of how good Erik's naked body would feel on top of his,
how nice his kisses would taste.
"I'm going to take a shower first. You go into the bedroom in
meantime and wait for me there," Charles said with a smile.
Erik got up slowly, walked around the table, and kissed Charles'
cheek before he started gliding toward the bedroom. "I'll do
he said over his shoulder. "Just don't be too long."
Charles didn't stay in the shower for more than fifteen minutes.
entire bathroom was designed for disabled persons, just like at the
mansion, so it would be easier for him to shower, going to the
toilet, and washing himself without any help.
Surely he could have asked Erik for help, but usually, if they
showered together, they usually ended up making love on the floor
instead, and Charles didn't want that this time. He wanted to
and make love in bed instead, since it was, after all, more
He pulled on a robe after finishing the shower, and wheeled toward
the bedroom to see if Erik was waiting for him there.
The door was open. When Charles entered, he saw Erik, already lying
naked among the pillows, slowly stroking his erection with one hand.
He smiled sweetly when he heard Charles' entrance and said,
"There you are! I've been waiting for you. It is very dull
do this alone."
He removed his hand from his erect member, leaned back against the
pillows and stretched out his arms, making him look like a T.
"I wasn't that long?" Charles asked while he watched his
long, slim body, very beautiful in its nakedness, while lying relaxed
in the bed. Charles felt his own body started to respond, and
suddenly his groin area felt very hot.
Erik lay down on his side and rested his head in his hand, as he gave
Charles an imploring look. "Please, honey, come here now. I want
Charles began to move his wheelchair toward the bed, but when he was
about two feet away, Erik put up his hand. "Stop!" he said
mischievous smile. "You aren't coming to this bed with any
on. Get it?"
"I'm only wearing this," Charles replied and started to
sash that kept his robe together. The two halves slid apart and
revealed that it actually was all he was wearing.
"Can't I come even if you can take it off?" he asked, and
stay serious. He failed.
Erik pretended to confer with himself. "Well, alright," he
last. "Come here then!"
He reached out and gently pulled the telepath's paralysed body
the bed, and closed his arms around him. He pulled the open garment
off his shoulders and threw it down onto the floor, leaving Charles
as naked as he was himself. Erik could feel that his skin was still
slightly damp after the shower. He smelled wonderfully, and Magneto
felt he simply wanted to press his lover down into the mattress and
take him at once. He didn't. It was always better if he
in right away, but waited.
They kissed instead, and touched each other with their hands, as
their throbbing erections were rubbed together. Charles moaned loudly
and rubbed his body against Erik's to create further stimulation.
Soon he felt Erik's hand around his engorged member, and returned
favour by sticking down his own hand and close it around Erik's
For a while they lay there, with their mouths locked together in an
impassioned kiss, and with their slim, smooth bodies entwined, as
they were stroking each other's hot erections.
Erik finally broke the kiss and pulled his hand away from
member. The telepath squeaked in protest.
"Now I want to be inside you," Magneto said. "We've
been waiting long
enough. Would you like that, Charles?"
Charles inhaled deeply and nodded. He was too excited to respond with
words. His erection had started to leak, and twitched when Erik
touched it again. Erik rose to his knees and smiled down at Charles.
"You brought the lubricant, didn't you?" Charles asked.
"I would never forget *that*!" Erik laughed. "Now,
He started looking for the little bottle of lubricant he brought from
home in his bedside drawer. They could have used skin lotion, olive
oil or something else as lubricant, even if Erik hadn't brought
bottle, but real lubricant from the dispensary was always best, since
it was certain it wouldn't irritate the mucus membranes of the
"You know what?" Erik said suddenly, while holding the bottle
Charles was looking at him questioningly.
"I would like to try another position this time."
"Another position...? But Erik, darling, what would that be? You
"Well... I would like to take you from behind," Erik
was something he had thought of for a long time. He had done it with
other male sexual partners, but he just hadn't mentioned it to
Charles before, since he knew that Charles preferred the missionary
"Erik, I can't even stand on all fours without help."
"No, but I have an idea."
Erik smiled. "Well... we could place pillows under your stomach,
you won't have to put any weight on your knees. You can just
and let me take care of everything. What do you say about that? Would
you like to try it?"
Charles was hesitant. He knew the idea with the pillows might work,
but he wasn't at all used to making love in that position. He
not be able to kiss Erik, or even see him. But at the same time he
loved Erik, and wanted to please him. Maybe Erik would think he was
boring if he refused this now.
"Alright, then," he said and tried to sound expectant.
"Let's try it."
"It will feel great, I promise," Erik said with a wide smile,
started to collect pillows and heap them up, so Charles could lie
there when they made love in this new position.
"Are you sure?" Erik asked and stroked Charles' inner
thigh before he
helped him up on the pillows.
What Charles really wanted to say, was that he wasn't sure at
but he simply nodded and smiled, like he had been. And when he was
lying over the pillows, with his elbows in the mattress and his
bottom in the air, he didn't feel any surer. His back was
and besides, when he lay face down, he couldn't even see Erik.
didn't complain, but remained quiet and waited for Erik to
Magneto was not used to seeing Charles in this position, but he was
eager to get started. He stood on his knees behind him and spread his
paralysed legs, and then held his buttocks apart and circled his
finger around his pink, puckered anus.
"I'll lubricate you now," he said.
"Okay..." Charles whispered and wished he could see what Erik
Erik took a dollop of the lubricant onto his fingers and brought them
to the other man's opening, and gently slid them inside the tight
Charles nearly groaned out with pain when he felt the fingers invade.
It both shocked and frightened him. It *never* used to hurt when Erik
prepared him. Never.
He knew, of course, that the problem was that he wasn't relaxed
enough, and that depended on the new position. If two fingers hurt
this much, then what would it feel like when Erik probed him with his
Charles felt both frightened and ashamed, and couldn't hold back
small cry when Erik's fingers dug further into his body. Erik
certainly noticed that the sphincter around his anus was flexing, and
he soothingly stroked Charles' buttocks and then his scrotum to
"Schh... Relax, darling," he said softly. "There is
nothing I can do
to make it hurt any less. You have to relax."
"I can't relax in this position," Charles said finally,
in a hoarse
voice. "I am sorry, Erik, but I can't. Do you think I could
lie on my
"Would you like that?" Now Erik sounded worried.
Erik grabbed Charles by the hips and helped him rolling over on his
back, making sure his paralysed legs followed. When they looked into
each other's faces, Erik could see that Charles had tears in his
"Sweetheart!" he exclaimed and pulled the telepath into his
arms. "Did I hurt you? Charles? How are you? Say something,
"No, you didn't hurt me..." Charles murmured against
shoulder. "But that position... It was impossible."
"But Charles, my darling, why didn't you tell me?" Erik
troubled. "You should have told me. Why didn't you?"
"I thought I could do it, but..."
"Could do it? You mustn't do anything you don't want
definitely mustn't do things for my sake. It was just a
didn't mean to force you."
"No, I know," Charles said and tried to smile. "It is
"Do you still want to make love?"
"Yes, I do, but I think I want to lie on my back."
"You sure?" Erik asked seriously and rested his forehead
Charles smiled. "Yes, very sure."
Erik rose again and picked up the bottle of lubricant. He coated his
own penis this time, and then checked on Charles and made sure he was
"It feels good to see you," the telepath smiled and passed
quickly over Erik's smooth chest and flat tummy. Erik grabbed his
hand and kissed it. Then he spread Charles' legs and lifted them
Just in case, he checked that his lover was relaxed now. He was,
although he hadn't received a new erection, but his member
completely soft and flaccid. Erik, however, did not interpret the
lack of an erection as lack of interest, since he knew Charles really
"Alright," he said slowly. "Ready?"
Charles nodded, and Erik started to enter him. Now it did not hurt.
Charles gasped with pleasure when Erik thrust, though he was going
very slowly now, maybe because he wanted to be gentle. It felt good,
but Charles wanted more friction and more prostate-stimulation, which
a faster rate could offer.
"Faster, Erik..." he gasped. "There is no need to be
gentle. Take me
Erik complied, and of course that was what he had wanted all along,
but he believed Charles might appreciate if he was extra gentle,
since he'd been hurt before.
Waves of pleasure washed through Charles' body. The sense of
was not only centred on his lower body, but in all his nerves, in his
whole body. Being topped was in fact one of the most pleasurable
experiences existing, especially when it meant he could be so close
to the man the loved, and share the experience with him.
Erik was certainly also enjoying it. Sometimes Charles could even get
inside his head while they made love and take part of Erik's
experience. But he only did it if he was allowed to. Erik didn't
to have his thoughts read, and Charles respected his wish. Sometimes
it happened by itself, though, since it was occasionally as difficult
for Charles not to hear other people's thoughts as it was not to
voices for other people, who were non-telepaths.
If it happened during a sexual act, it wasn't so bad. It just
Charles could experience both their pleasures, instead of just his
Charles wished he could wrap his legs around Erik's waist and
with them. But he couldn't. His ankles were hooked over
shoulders and Erik had to hold them to stop them from sliding down.
They were groaning and gasping, and Charles even screamed - something
he never dared to do home at the mansion, since there was always a
chance that someone heard him. But now they were alone in the middle
of the forest, and no one would hear. Erik wasn't exactly
but he was moaning quite loudly.
Charles saw him throw his head back and clench his teeth to prolong
the conclusion. His hold of Charles' legs tightened, but he
They came almost in unison. With a long, drawn out moan and one last
hard thrust, Erik shot his load into Charles. Warm, white fluid
coated his inner walls, and Charles realized Erik had come. His own
orgasm was slightly different. There was no ejaculation, and his
penis remained as soft as before, but the "orgasm", if one
call it an orgasm, was instead caused by stimulation of the prostate.
Charles had not experienced it many times, especially not as
intensely as now. Erik was no longer on his knees, holding up his
legs, but he was lying on top of him instead, on his chest, panting
heavily against his neck.
Charles lifted his hand and buried it in Erik's soft, muddled
massaging his scalp with his fingertips.
"Honey..." he whispered after some time. "How are you
"Fine..." Charles breathed. "And you?"
Erik was still inside him. Charles didn't mind it, even though it
wasn't so exciting without any movement. Erik started kissing
Charles' neck and continued up to his face, until their mouths
They took in each other's tongues and they could both taste the
dinner they had eaten before, not too long ago. The kiss tasted nice.
"I'm getting up now. Okay?" he said.
Charles nodded and Erik pulled out of him. He slowly moved toward the
bedside table and pulled out a tissue, which he used to wipe his
sticky penis. Lubricant mixed with semen was not very arousing to
sleep in. Then he looked down at Charles, frowning.
"You didn't come," he said.
"Sure I did," replied Charles. "But not that way."
"I'm sorry. Do you want me to help you?"
"No, there is no need for that. I did climax, though in another
It... it was actually much better than usually," Charles
Erik lay down again, tightly pressed against Charles, and caressed
his bald head with one hand and his chest with the other. "Are
sure you don't want me to...?"
"I can give you oral sex if you want."
"That is really not necessary, darling," Charles said softly.
you don't like doing that..."
"But I'd do it for you," Erik persisted.
Now Charles didn't respond, but opened his arms and gestured at
to come and lie down there. "Erik..." he said.
"Hmm..." murmured the grey-haired man while resting his head
"You're concerned that I am not satisfied, aren't
"I just thought..."
"I *am*. An ejaculation is not the only way. You gave me very
"Yes, I promise."
Erik stroked Charles' nipples and felt them stiffening against
hand. "Are you tired?" he asked.
"No, and you aren't either, I take it?"
"No, you're right about that."
"Shall we talk some before we go to sleep?"
"Hmm, we can do that... Do you remember the first time we made
Erik asked in a bland voice.
Charles suddenly burst out laughing. "That must have been 50
ago, or so..."
"You seduced me!"
"Yes, you wanted to be seduced!" Erik grinned.
"Yes, of course I wanted to," Charles replied. "I had
been in love
with you since the first time I laid my eyes on you. I just
think you... I figured you might be attracted to me, but I was too
wet to take the first step."
"So I did it instead," said Erik.
"Yes, and I'm glad you did. You're not someone who
hesitates to act
when you want something. And I love you for it."
"I know you do, Charles... I was afraid of loving you in the
beginning, because I was afraid to love after what happened during
the war... I believed that if I started loving you, you'd be
away from me..."
"I am still here," said Charles and stroked Erik's hair.
understand how you felt, but sometimes life can actually be nicer
than you expect."
"I don't know..." Erik murmured. "We aren't
exactly free from trouble
"No... But it could always be worse. We are healthy, and have a
home... and we have each other. We can be out together without
getting angry looks from people because we love each other. People
evolve, you know."
"Right... But I can't say if it's for the better or
"You're still thinking about the war, aren't you?"
Erik didn't answer, but of course he did. Not a day passed
thoughts of the war. It was inevitable.
"I am so sorry for you, Erik, " Charles said compassionately.
that Auschwitz affects your entire prospect of life. But you have to
try thinking of the future, not the past. You survived."
"Sometimes I almost wish I hadn't..." Erik said in a
against Charles' warm, smooth skin.
"You shouldn't talk like that, but I can understand you,"
said seriously and kissed his lover's grey head.
Erik sighed. "I love you," he just said. "More than any
"And I love you. You told me to be happy before. Now I am telling
the same. We have our complexes, you and I, but we have to either
live with them or perish. Then we might as well be happy."
Erik smiled. "I guess you are right, professor. As usual."
"We can talk more in the morning. Now I just want to be near
Erik let his hand slide over Charles' chest and stomach and grey-
streaked pubic hair, and took his flaccid penis into his hand one
more time. "Are you sure you're content?" he asked.
"Yes, as sure as I can be. Now I am merely tired."
"Then we can try sleeping. Good night, Charles."
"Goodnight, my dear."
They lay down in the bed, belly to belly, with their bodies entwined
and heads on the same pillow. They needed no quilt. The room was so
warm anyway. They only needed each other.