Title: You Make Me Feel Complete
Word Count: 1616
Summary: With Charles, Erik never feels alone.
Disclaimer: X-Men isn't mine.
The sun was shining outside, it did not fit his mood. Cloudy skies and rain seemed more appropriate on the days his memories were so prominent. He walked between the shelves of books, slipping his fingers along the bindings. Charles had such an impressive library, he should find something interesting there. Charles, who had welcomed him into his home, who had welcomed the kids... he was such a good man, he had no idea what the real world could be like. Or maybe he had an inkling now, through Erik's mind. These days, he could always feel a small, warm presence at the back of his mind.
Arts... literature... history, ah, here it was. This section wasn't as big as the previous ones, but there was still a good collection of works. He chose a large volume on the first half of the century and went to sit in a comfortable armchair to leaf through it. Just seeing the pages on World War I filled him with pain and anger, maybe it was not such a good idea to go forward. And yet he felt like turning the pages, getting closer and closer to the dreaded chapter.
Can I interest you in a game of chess? The quiet presence had grown inside his mind in a second.
No, thank you.
We had a great game yesterday. I thought you would give me a chance to win this time.
What makes you think I wouldn't win again? But not now... maybe later?
I'll hold you to it. What about a different kind of... activity? The tone was playful, not that there had been any doubt on what Charles meant.
I'm not in the mood.
That could be arranged.
Do you really think so?
Oh, I'm sure of it. At the same time, a rush of desire washed through Erik's body. It lasted only a moment, but part of its effect on his body remained afterwards.
Some would call it cheating.
I don't think you really mind. He hadn't said... thought the sentence in any particular way, but Erik could feel Charles smiling through their connection.
I don't. Actually, I find it rather hot.
Well, that's convenient, as it was what I intended.
I didn't mean it that way. It's just the fact that you are using your power like this... even if you just sent me pictures of a mountain or the sea, I would still be affected. His mind was suddenly filled with a vibrant picture of them making love on a beach. He laughed. Again, that is not what I meant, and you know it well, Charles. And do you realise we would get sand everywhere?
Not as long as it's an illusion. But if you prefer reality, we can begin with my bed. A picture of Charles' big, nice bed accompanied the thought.
Erik didn't reply to that, but it didn't matter. Charles could only know he was headed for his bedroom.
In the corridor, he passed by Alex and Sean wearing tee-shirts and sweatpants, a basketball in the latter's hands.
"Do you want to play with us? The weather's awesome," Sean offered.
"Thank you, but I'm busy. Enjoy yourselves! And remember, being in good shape is part of training as well."
"Training where I don't risk my life, now that's fun!"
Alex whispered something to Sean as the two boys went away. All Erik could hear was "quality time with Professor X." Some of these kids were entirely too observant.
He finally arrived in front of the bedroom door and entered without knocking. He locked the door behind him and took his shoes off. Charles was sitting on the bed, the top buttons of his shirt already undone. Erik looked appreciatively at the revealed expanse of skin.
"I see you're more in the mood now," Charles smiled mischievously as he got up and walked to Erik. He started unbuttoning Erik's shirt. "Let me help you with that."
"I can do it on my own, you know," Erik argued softly.
"But it's more fun like this." Charles kissed him in the neck, then down his chest and his belly, as he was getting Erik's clothes off.
"I see your point. Still, you could work a little faster."
"I don't think so, no," Charles answered as he undid Erik's belt, opened his trousers and let them fall to the ground. He looked at Erik with a smirk before mouthing his cock through his briefs. "We could take our time."
"As nice as the idea sounds, now that you're down here, I'd rather have you keep going."
"Since you're insisting, I guess I can do something about this." Charles rolled Erik's briefs down his legs and put Erik's member inside his mouth. He started sucking on it slowly and pleasure rose within Erik. Charles moaned around his cock.
"You're getting off on this, aren't you?"
Well, the telepathy helps, but I'd be enjoying it anyway.
"I don't doubt it. I enjoy doing it well enough, and considering how horny you always are... Ouch! Don't slap my ass, you know it's true, you're always trying to pick me up."
"I can stop if you want," Charles actually told him, as his mouth wasn't on Erik any more.
"Don't you dare..."
"I was kidding. I just thought we could move this to the next stage," Charles replied as he took off his own shirt and threw it across the room without any care.
"That can be arranged." Erik smiled and dragged him to the bed. He proceeded to help him take his trousers and underwear off, though it would probably have been much faster if he had let Charles do it before they reach the bed. But it was exhilarating to have so much of their skin touching and to feel Charles' strong body against his own. In his mind as well, the warmth was growing, filling holes little by little. They rolled on the bed a few times, only kissing and caressing each other, enjoying the other's presence.
But Erik's desire was growing and there was no way Charles couldn't notice it, both against his thigh and inside his mind. And indeed, Charles soon stopped and crawled over him to reach the bedside table. He opened the top drawer and took a bottle of body oil. He poured some on his fingers and inserted one inside Erik, which only felt like a minor intrusion.
"Keep going, I can take one more."
"Right now? Just wait a little, you can be so impatient."
"That's because you're too slow."
"Okay, let's do this."
Charles inserted a second finger and kept stretching Erik as gently as he could. Then, he pushed a little further and Erik arched under the pleasure.
"This is going well. Ready for a third one?"
"You know I am."
"I'm just making sure."
The third finger was a bit painful, but Charles must have felt it at once as he became even slower. The pain subsided quickly and Erik adjusted to the fingers. It took a bit longer for the pleasure to come back, but soon he was ready for more, even aching for it.
Charles was clearly affected as well as he wasn't talking any more. He took his fingers away and applied some oil on his dick. Then he aligned himself with Erik's body and pushed into him. He didn't move at first, vibrating with need but letting Erik adapt to him. Erik could feel Charles' desire in his head, resonating with his own. It made him want more, so much more, and he tried to reach his own cock, but Charles batted his hand away and looked him in the eye with great intensity.
"Don't touch yourself, Erik, I'm here for that."
He practically got out of Erik's body, then entered him again. He adopted a gentle pace at first, careful not to hurt Erik. His thrusts were getting very enjoyable but still not satisfying to either Erik's body or mind. Charles leant over Erik and kissed him passionately. He pushed again and again into his body, and their desire kept growing more and more powerful, until at some point Charles' control simply cracked. His rhythm increased abruptly. The faster he was going, the more intense the sensations were becoming. And at the same time it was like a dam broke in their minds and suddenly they were one.
Erik's body felt far away, his pleasure not so important any more, as his mind was wrapped in Charles' comforting warmth, in his will to protect him, in his love... Charles loved him, fully, with no restriction, and he loved Charles as well, and he knew he didn't have to say it for Charles to understand because in this moment there were no more boundaries between their minds. They didn't even need to exchange thoughts any more, there were just sensations and feelings that were almost tangible, as if they were colours and sounds. Charles was everywhere and it seemed like it should always be like this.
And then Erik felt himself drop back to his body as Charles started pumping his cock with his hand and kept pushing inside him. He was so close, and yet he needed more. He moved along Charles, trying to increase the friction, desperate to reach his climax. Incredible pleasure overcame him and he exploded in Charles' hand while Charles came deep in his body.
Charles fell over him and they stayed like that, unwilling to separate. While the pleasure faded rather rapidly, the mental connection lasted for what felt like hours. And even when it disappeared, a small presence still remained in the back of his mind.