FIC: Old Friend, 7/13, Charles/Erik, NC-17, post X2
- View SourceChapter 7
"Erik, what did you do?" Charles asked anxiously when Erik unlocked
the door and entered his bedroom. Erik inhaled deeply and sat down
on Charles' bed edge before he answered.
"I sent him away," he explained.
Charles looked sceptical when he heard this. "Really ? He just left,
without any fight at all?"
"I hope so. I confronted him in the gym. He said he'd leave, and
that he was glad to do it. You don't have to worry, Charles. Even if
he'd still be in the house, that door will keep him from you."
Charles smiled. "You have been very good to me, Erik. I don't know
how to thank you."
Erik felt himself blushing. It was ridiculous, of course, but having
Charles' gratitude meant a lot to him.
"I think I'll come up with something," he said with a wink.
Charles was blushing too. The look in Erik's eyes was mischievous,
almost suggestive. He could interpret it well even without
telepathy. Erik was flirting with him. There was no doubt about
"Eh Let me know when you have figured something out," said Charles,
not really sure how Erik would interpret his words.
"Count on it," Erik replied, taking Charles' hand in his own. "But
don't think about it now. Now you have to focus on getting well.
That is all that matters. Are you hungry? Would you like something
Charles smiled in reply. "Yes, some food would be nice," he agreed
and actually started sensing how hungry he was. It was already 6:10
PM, and he hadn't eaten since this morning.
"Then I'll get you that," said Erik. "I actually think I'll eat here
with you. I haven't eaten since breakfast either. What would you
"I think you know what I like. Take what you can find? I have never
"I believe I'll find something that suits your tastes," Erik
"I'll wait here!" Charles laughed.
Erik left the bedroom to go fix their food. He didn't know if
Sabretooth was still around, but he wasn't going to take any
chances, so he locked the door. Knowing that Charles was safe could
make him relax.
The kitchen was empty except for Pyro when he arrived there. It
seemed like Sabretooth had left, despite of all, and Mystique was
nowhere around either.
"Hello," Erik said when he saw the young man sitting by the table
and chewing on a pizza slice.
"Hello, Erik," John replied. "You want some?" he then asked and
gestured at his pizza. "There's more in the fridge if you'd like."
Erik smiled, shaking his head. "No thank you. Junk food is really
not my field. Why are you sitting here all alone, John?"
John shrugged. "Yeah, where's everybody? Maybe you can tell me that?"
"Have you seen Sabretooth lately?"
John failed to suppress a snort. "No " he murmured. //And I can't
say I'm sorry for it.// "Why?" he then added innocently.
"What about Raven?"
"She was here earlier," John told him. "I asked her if she wanted
food, but she said she had a headache and wanted some time alone."
Mystique? A headache? Erik thought. That was something new I hope
she wasn't offended when I said I didn't want to have sex with her.
"How's the professor?" Pyro asked.
"He is much better," Erik replied. "His powers are yet to return,
but he is recovering. Probably it is just a matter of time before he
can read minds again."
John had trouble picturing professor Xavier as a non-telepath. When
he heard the word "telepathy" he thought of the professor, and vice
versa. Those two words were linked.
"Can I see him?"
Erik hesitated. "No, I'm sorry, St. John. Not today. Something
happened, and I believe resting will do him good this evening. Maybe
tomorrow. I'll have to ask him."
"Okay," John said. "I'd just like to see him before How long will
he stay, by the way?"
"I don't know that. But he's staying for another while. At least
till he regains his telepathy."
John smiled wryly. "He must be pretty helpless without it, isn't he?"
Erik nodded seriously. "He is. But I feel sorry for him I know what
it's like to lose something you've relied on all your life. I felt
like that while I was incarcerated."
"Stryker drugged you. It's not that same," John claimed.
Erik wasn't sure whether or not he should tell John what Sabretooth
had done to Charles, or that he had sent the blond giant away. Of
course John would find out sooner or later that Sabretooth was
gone, but Erik didn't feel like discussing it now. What was he here
for, again? Right, he was to cook for himself and Charles.
"You'll see the professor tomorrow," Erik promised Pyro. "I see why
you're worried for him. You *were* once his student."
"But now I'm yours," John said with a shrug.
"Yes. Don't forget that."
Charles' stomach practically growled after sometime, and when Erik
returned with the food he had to try hard not to drivel.
Erik had brought two trays; one for Charles and one for himself, and
since he couldn't physically carry them both, the other metal tray
was hovering in the air before him. Charles couldn't help arching
his brows when he saw it, which drew a smile from Erik. The tray
sailed toward Charles and slowly and neatly placed itself on his lap
in the bed.
"Wow " Charles murmured. "Like breakfast in bed "
"Dinner in bed, please," Erik said. "I hope you'll enjoy it."
"I am sure I will."
Erik had made lamb steaks and French fried potatoes with a bowl of
salad. It was easy and good, and something that both he and Charles
liked. He had also brought a bottle of red wine.
"For the food," he explained. "I thought it would suit us well, but
if you'd rather like a soft drink I'll get you that."
"No, I'd really like a glass of wine," said Charles.
"Neither Charles nor Erik was used to eating in bed, but it went
surprisingly well. One single drop of red wine trickled down
Charles' chin and landed on the covers, but besides that there were
no misadventures. The meal was good and when they were done eating
they were feeling full as well as tired.
Erik put the trays away and Charles suggested they'd take another
glass of wine, just because this was such a special moment.
Neither of the two men could have imagined they would be eating and
drinking together again after what happened at Alkali Lake, so this
*was* actually a special moment. And special moments never lasted
forever, so they had to make sure they enjoyed it now.
"It's not even eight," Erik said while they were sitting next to
each other in bed, sipping their half-full drinks. "It's a little
early to go to bed, isn't it?"
Charles nodded. "Maybe."
"I have a TV in here, as you may have noticed. Would you like to
watch a movie, perhaps?"
"Yes, that would be great."
Erik reached for the remote control which he kept in one of his
bedside drawers. Before he turned the TV on he crawled down under
the covers and curled beside Charles. The telepath welcomed his
presence and encouraged him to put his arm around his shoulders.
Erik did, holding Charles close, but realized he had to be gentle
and not bump his bruises or cigarette burn marks.
And then there was another thing. Erik was indeed fully dressed, but
Charles was stark naked. Lying in bed with a naked ex lover could
also be a bit distracting which is very much was. Erik didn't know
if Charles felt the same now, but he had yesterday, when Erik helped
Erik knew he wanted to make love to Charles. He couldn't do it now,
of course Charles' injuries would prevent him from enjoying sexual
activities for some time ahead, and besides Erik didn't believe
Charles wanted sex now after what Sabretooth did to him. The beast
almost raped him, after all.
"If he had raped you, I would have killed him," Erik said suddenly.
Charles turned his head to look at his friend. He knew at once who
Erik was referring to. It had actually been very close that
Sabretooth had forced himself upon him.
"You would?" Charles asked faintly, and couldn't think of anything
more to say.
"Yes. Absolutely," Erik replied gravely and pressed a kiss to
Charles' forehead. "But don't think about that anymore. He is gone."
Charles curled up against Erik and rested his head on his shoulder.
It felt good to be held close. Charles wasn't given comfort very
often. At the mansion he was everybody's mentor and father figure,
and certainly had to give comfort quite often, but rarely received
any back. Everyone certainly expected he didn't need anything like
that, but they were wrong.
After Jean's death they had all come to him for comfort and cried
against his shoulder, but no one had ever wondered how he dealt with
his own grief. Charles had lost a daughter and a beloved student.
Had anyone even thought about that? Maybe it was because he had no
real equal at the mansion, and no one expected a child to comfort a
parent, after all. But Erik *was* his equal, and therefore also
someone who understood him better.
Erik turned the TV on and tried to search for something to watch. It
wasn't easy, since most TV channels only showed crap like talk shows
and stupid TV-programs such as "Temptation Island" which he couldn't
stand watching for five minutes, and he doubted Charles could
After a while of zapping between the channels Erik finally managed
to find a movie that seemed interesting. The movie was called "Heart
in Atlantis", starring Anthony Hopkins.
Erik asked Charles if he wanted to watch the movie, and felt the
telepath's nod against his shoulder.
"Heart is Atlantis" was in fact much better than either of them had
expected. When half the movie was over, Erik reached for the wine
bottle and poured himself another drink. Not because he wanted to
get tipsy, but because he liked the taste of it, and it had a
soothing effect on him.
After a while Charles' breaths started getting deeper, which meant
he was becoming tired. Erik almost had to shake him gently when the
movie had ended, making Charles jerk and blink sleepily.
Erik simply smiled at him. "Hey, sleepyhead Did you miss the
"No, I followed " Charles objected, though that wasn't entirely
true. "It was an amusing film. What did you think, Erik?"
"Alright," Erik agreed. "But I couldn't quite get used to hearing
the voice of Hannibal Lecter in a movie like that."
"Anthony Hopkins is an excellent actor," Charles claimed. "It's just
that most people do remember him as Lecter in "The Silence of the
Lambs" because that is his most famous part."
"Yes, too bad that is "
"I'm getting tired, Erik " Charles murmured, yawning loudly as a
demonstration. "It must have been the wine "
Erik laughed. "Yes, maybe. But I know you have always had a low
alcohol tolerance. Anyway, I'll let you sleep, old friend. In fact
I'm kind of tired myself. It has been a difficult day for all of us.
Just let me get undressed "
Erik moved away from Charles and swung his legs over the bed edge in
order to get his clothes off. He couldn't see Charles, but he could
almost *feel* the other's eyes on him. Charles was surely looking
forward to seeing him naked. Hopefully. And Erik had nothing against
granting his old friend's wish.
When he had disrobed, he folded his clothes and put them away. He
was always very particular about keeping order in his environment,
unlike some others. Pyro, for example, simply threw his clothes in a
heap on the floor and let them lie there for weeks. Erik's eyes hurt
from seeing the mess whenever he looked inside the young man's room,
but luckily he didn't need to do it very often.
Charles' attentive eyes quickly moved over Erik's naked body before
he crawled in under the covers. Erik still had a very nice body. He
was slim and pale, and although his skin was saggy in places he was
still very smooth.
"Will you let me hold you again?" Erik asked.
"Hmmm " Charles murmured sleepily when Erik slid down behind him,
pressing his body lightly against Charles'. Skin-to-skin contact
with Erik was also a nice feeling, and he was almost about to ask
Erik to touch him intimately again, like he did last night when he
believed Charles was asleep.
But Charles was too weary to become aroused for real, and he dropped
off in no time. Erik did not. He lay behind his friend, with his arm
around his waist while his arousal grew. Simply holding Charles
wouldn't be enough, he realized. He would have to touch him as well.
Carefully, not to wake Charles who needed sleep, Erik passed his
hand along Charles' side. His ribs, his hip bone and his thigh
Charles had very smooth and soft skin, except for the occasional
burn marks. Gently Erik took Charles' penis in his hand. He was
soft, of course, and probably couldn't feel this in a conscious
level. Erik felt the scratch caused by Sabretooth under his thumb.
The wound was no longer fresh, and a crust had already formed.
Probably it didn't hurt very much.
Charles had a very shapely penis, and Erik had always loved touching
it. He did now too. So smooth Erik's own arousal grew too hard to
ignore, and his member rose, erect against Charles' buttocks.
Oh, how much he wanted to flip Charles onto his back, spread his
legs, and simply thrust into him! It had so long ago Too long.
Erik started pressing light butterfly kisses to Charles' neck and
rubbed their bodies together to create more stimulation. The
throbbing in his erection was almost painful now, and he had to make
sure he wasn't too rough.
Suddenly Charles stirred and it seemed like he was waking up. His
body finally responded to Erik's touch and his member started to
engorge and rise in Erik's hand.
At last, Erik thought happily when he'd managed to get Charles
excited. It was about time.
Charles moaned faintly, twisting in Erik's arms as he tried to buck
his hips further into Erik's grip. But he didn't wake up properly,
but was still too tired for that. His erection flagged eventually,
and shrunk in Erik's hand.
Erik didn't want to wake his friend only for a few minutes of
selfish pleasure, but decided to let Charles sleep for a while
before he seduced him again. He sighed disappointed, but gave up his
attempts at caresses, leaving his hand still. Right now intimate
touching would only disturb Charles.
But when you wake up, my friend, I will take you by storm! he
John was already sitting in bed in his pyjama, when he heard a knock
on his door. He looked up from his book when he heard the sound, and
supposed it could be no one but Erik. But it was late; past
midnight, actually. What could Erik want at this time?
"Come in " he called, slightly hesitant.
The door opened, and John was more than just a little surprised when
he saw his late night visitor. It was not Erik, but Mystique!
"Can I come in?" she asked him. "Or are you already asleep?"
"No no, come in Raven," John said. "I'm not asleep."
Mystique slid inside the room and closed the door. In the beginning
John had disliked her way of moving, but now he had kind of gotten
used to it, like her appearance. She was actually beautiful, once
you could look past her blue skin colour, scales and yellow eyes.
Mystique sat down on the armrest of John's armchair, regarding him.
Her eyes then wandered to the book in his lap. It was a textbook on
"What are you reading?" she asked.
John sighed and showed her the book. "It's my homework," he
explained. "Erik insists I read this shit. It's tedious, but "
"But he thinks you should learn it," Mystique concluded his
sentence. "I know. He tutored me too, twenty years ago. Education
"It *is* boring, but I did stuff like this at the professor's, so
it doesn't really matter, I suppose. How's your head, by the way?
"Yes, it's better," Mystique admitted. "I guess it was a touch of
stress," she sighed. "So much has happened lately Xavier, the
trouble with Sabretooth everything. But at least it seems like the
monster left voluntarily."
John didn't quite understand what Mystique was referring to. Had
Sabretooth left? When? He could even remember Erik asking for him
this afternoon. How was this connected?
"What do you mean "left"? he asked sceptically.
Mystique frowned. "So you haven't heard?"
John shook his head puzzled. "What?"
"Erik has sent Sabretooth away for attacking Xavier," she
explained. "He realized we could no longer keep him here, since he
was becoming a security risk. And maybe he was right "
John didn't know what to say. Had that animal attacked the
professor? That came as a total shock, since Erik hadn't told him
"Oh God " was all he got out. "Is he alright? Is the professor
Mystique shrugged. "Erik said he wasn't seriously hurt, but deeply
shocked. Although I can understand that. Sabretooth hurt me too."
John recalled the scene in the kitchen yesterday, when the giant
held Mystique pressed up against the pantry. He had scratched her,
and the look in his black eyes had been murderous. It often was,
though. John couldn't say he actually missed the feral lunatic.
"I know he hurt you," he said seriously. "How are your arms?"
Mystique showed him her scratched forearms.
"I'll survive " she muttered.
Aha, John thought. That's the reason Erik didn't let me see the
professor tonight. Because he was attacked. That explains a lot
"But Erik asked me if I'd seen Sabretooth around when I was having
dinner," he said thoughtfully.
"He probably just wanted to make sure he'd left," replied
Mystique. "And you hadn't seen him around, had you?"
John shook his head.
He saw the ghost of a smile on her lips. "I don't believe Erik had
been happy if you'd said yes."
John smiled as well. "Apparently not."
"I'll go now," Mystique said and rose to her feet. "So you can go
back to your book. When Erik questions you on that, you had better
"I suppose " sighed John and regarded the book in his lap with
"Goodnight, then," said Mystique and stopped by John's bed long
enough to pull her hand through his hair. "See you."
She then sauntered to the door, opened it, and slipped out. John sat
still for a long time after she had gone. Mystique visiting him
especially in the evening was something extremely unusual. It had
in fact never happened before.
John wasn't sure why she came now, but he suspected it had something
to do with Erik and Xavier's close relation. Perhaps Mystique was