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FILL: The Food Of Love- Part 2/3

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Charles rolls over the next morning, curling up against Erik's outstretched arm, clammering for a sleepy cuddle. Erik obliges gladly.

"Good morning," Erik murmurs against his lover's hair, "How did you sleep?"

"Very well, thank you," Charles replies with a smile, then adding, "I'm hungry."

"Is that your way of asking me for breakfast in bed?" Erik asks, good humouredly.

"Maybe," Charles says coyly, rolling back to his side of the bed and looking at Erik expectantly. Erik gives him a smile back and gets up mock-begrudgingly, tutting and sighing, pretending to be annoyed. Charles' eyes rove over Erik's taut, lean body and he grins, resting his chin on a pillow that is strewn across the centre of the bed. Erik looks up, wrapping his dressing gown around him.

"What're you looking at, Charles?"

"You," Charles replies, "You're so handsome."

Erik leans back over to kiss him but breaks back almost straight away.

"Let me get us both some breakfast."

The house seems almost empty, as everyone sleeps late on Sunday mornings, but Erik encounters Raven in the kitchen, standing at the fridge. She looks at him, holding an orange juice carton and smiling.

"Good morning, Erik," she says, taking the juice to the counter and pouring herself a glass, "How did you sleep?"

"Well thank you, and you?" Erik replies, going over to the open fridge to look for eggs and bacon.

"Yeah, I slept pretty good, thanks." She hops up on the counter to drink her juice, watching Erik as he puts bread in the toaster and magnetises a frying pan over to himself to crack the eggs into, "You making us all breakfast, huh?"

"Not likely, Raven," Erik chuckles, "I'm making breakfast for myself and Charles, you have to fend for yourself."

"Pfft," Raven grumbles, "That's not fair. Like Charles needs breakfast in bed."

Erik raises an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

"He could use the exercise of walking to the kitchen." Erik knows from the fond smile on Raven's face that her joking is in the best humour, and it doesn't surprise him: Charles and Raven have always had this soft banter match full of casual insults, and since they've all been living together at the mansion and her confidence has increased, she's more likely to say things like this without fear of offending.

"Tsk, Raven, don't be rude," Erik says, clipping her gently on the top of one blue ear. The toast pops up so Erik waves a hand, commanding a knife to dip itself in the butter and spread it onto the toast.

"So you've noticed?" she continues, making to put the orange juice back in the fridge, but Erik snaps his fingers at her, so she pours a glass each for Charles and Erik.

"That is none of your business, little madam. Check the eggs and the bacon."
She does, poking the bacon with a wooden spoon so it sizzles noisily, but she's grinning mischievously.

"Oh my God, you like it."

"I beg your pardon?"

"You do, don't you? I never had you pegged as a guy with a fetish."

"Listen," Erik says, bristly, getting the butter knife to point itself almost aggressively at Raven, but not close enough for him to accidentally slip and hurt her, "Not that it is any of your business, but it isn't a fetish. It's just liking to see Charles alive and healthy. You forget, I've had my run-ins with starvation."

She's silenced for a moment, and then apologises. She gets some plates and a tray, and finishes off preparing the breakfast, then looks at Erik, her yellow eyes sincere.

"You know, Erik, you should tell him that it doesn't bother you."

"And why's that?"

"Haven't you heard him?"

That makes Erik look at her. She shifts a little.

"Heard what?"

"Maybe I'm more perceptive to it, because I grew up with him but… have you not noticed, sometimes some of his thoughts get a little… loud? Like, he loses control a bit and projects thoughts he didn't mean to."

"Yes, sometimes. But I haven't felt… heard… anything recently."

"Oh. Well, um. He's a bit insecure about it. He thinks that you might not find him attractive anymore."

Erik takes this in, then nods briskly. Raven hands him the tray.