The World Should Go On
Title: The World Should Go On Parts 1 and 2
Author:cathat77
Rating: R
Word Count: 1376
Characters: Charles/Erik, Raven, Moira, Hank
Summary:In an alternate universe, Charles and Erik meet earlier. When Charles and Erik are recruited to find Shaw, they embark on a journey they never expected.
Warnings:not betaed, probably OOC, implicit sex, future mpreg
Disclaimer: In no way, shape, or form does X-Men First Class belong to this author. X-Men First Class is the property of Marvel, and this author is merely borrowing from the Marvel Universe.
The World Should Go On
The Title comes from the quote, “A baby is God’s opinion that the world should go on.”
Some notes: Charles and Erik met around 1960 at Oxford when Charles was working on his preliminary doctorate. This fic takes places during 1962 after Charles meets Hank McCoy at the CIA and Moira discovers that Charles, Erik, and Raven all have mutations. I also have no idea what the name of the agent who gives them the first facility, so I won’t be giving him a name or anything.
Part 1
From the diary of Charles Francis Xavier: 1962
Meeting new mutants is the most exhilarating experience! Raven was, of course, the first; I met her when she was but a child and hungry, alone, and scared. Her blue skin was the most exciting thing I’d ever seen, which had previously been Mother during her rare periods of sobriety. Erik was even more surprising than Raven. Erik had walked up to me and challenged me to a drinking match that had ended up with Erik’s hands on my arse and his tongue down my throat. When I had woken up the next day, my room had been in dire straits: papers were strewn everywhere, lamps knocked to the ground, and my bed had broken! Momentarily, I thought I had been robbed before feeling Erik’s arm wrapped firmly around my waist.
Perhaps I enthuse entirely too much over my brethren, but every person or mutant who I meet absolutely fascinates me. When the agent introduced me to Dr. Hank McCoy, I was simply stunned. His mutation was absolutely groovy! Immediately, his bright blue eyes pretty much yelled that there was so much more to him; after all, the boy was a genius! I remember scanning him briefly, but he seemed to realize I was there immediately, and he let me in to see all of his experiments. Not only smart, Hank was really strong. His feet were like a normal human’s hands with an opposable finger. I wonder how fast he could run if he pushed himself, and I have to say that I am a bit worried about poor Hank. He was terribly mistreated as a child because of what he likes to refer to as his ‘unfortunate deformation.’ Deformation… what nonsense!
I simply have to speak with Erik on this matter. He’ll help Hank just as he helped Raven when I introduced her to him. Erik is quite frank with me to be honest. I had no idea that I was a source of Raven’s cosmetic… issues. I had noticed that she would ask me questions about whether I would engage with her in a romantic setting, but my answers of “Of course, you’re absolutely stunning, and any man would be lucky enough to have you,” and “I can’t think of you that way. I’ve known you since we were children” do seem insensitive now that I look back on it. Honestly, I had no idea! She told me that she didn’t want me to read her mind! How on Earth was I supposed to know?
I’m going on a tangent. Anyway, the reason I mentioned Hank beside his gorgeous mutation was that he designed a brain-wave amplifier called Cerebro, and he thinks that with my telepathy we’d be able to find mutants, and I know that Erik wants me to find Shaw with my increased telepathic range. I have to admit that if not for this vile man, I would never have met Erik in the first place. Like Ms. McTaggert, Erik had heard some of my lectures on genetic mutation, and remembering what Sebastian Shaw had said to him all those years ago he decided to get in touch with me.
I have to say that regardless of our initial meeting, which ended with the two of us in bed together, Erik stayed resolute and tried to understand everything he could about genetics. I’m constantly surprised by Erik’s sheer willpower to own knowledge. Anyway, this contraption of Hank’s is incredibly useful, and our first list of mutants is ready and printed out. I must say that the ability to reach so far and touch so many peoples’ minds is a heady one.
I must end this entry because I can hear Erik waking up, and if I’m not back in bed, pretending to be asleep, he’ll worry that I’ve been up all night with a Cerebro-induced headache. He feels that Cerebro puts too much of a strain on my mind, but I don’t mind that much. If I even complain of any ache or pain, he likes to apply his mouth to my body to distract me. So, it’s not so bad.
Part 2:
Despite some misgivings from the agent-who-shall-not-be-named, Erik and Charles finally were able to leave the compound to meet some of the mutants on Charles’s extensive list. Erik wore the same grim look he had somehow acquired around the CIA while Charles couldn’t help but bounce around with his never-ending enthusiasm. Erik had nodded to Raven and McTaggert before ushering Charles into the car and driving off.
Sighing with relief, Erik gripped the steering wheel. Charles kept shooting him distracted looks while flicking through the books he had taken with him.
You seem worried Erik. What’s wrong?
“I’m always worried, Charles. To be honest, I don’t trust them. I know you feel humans and mutants can integrate, but I… don’t know. It’s hard to suppress the instinct to kill them and hide you away.”
And exactly what do you think they’d to do me? If it really came to that, I’d get out easily. I can convince their minds that I don’t even exist
“Fear isn’t rational, Charles. My fear for you isn’t rational. I’ll probably worry about you even if no one knows who we are and what we do, even if I’m dead.”
“My friend,” and here Charles grinned, his blue eyes twinkling, “keep your eyes off of me and back on the road. I’d rather you be able to drive properly.”
Several hours later, Erik and Charles finally collapsed onto the nearest available surfaces: a chair and a desk.
“Erik, when I envisioned finding mutants, I did not expect to be slapped twice, called names, and rejected more times than not. I thought people would want to be with us!”
Without any fanfare, Erik simply leaned over Charles and kissed him. He stroked the soft skin of Charles's wan cheek with the back of his hand, moving his hand nearer the temple. Pressing down harder, Erik massaged out the tension he feels at Charles’s temple. Pushing himself up, Erik pulled Charles with him and pressed his hands to Charles waist.
He looked expectantly, waiting patiently for the next move. Charles simply smiled, tilted his head upward, and brazenly licked the side of Erik’s neck. Erik doesn’t know how he’s gotten on his back with Charles straddling his hips, but he doesn’t complain. He pulled off Charles’s clothing with a haste he’d never felt before. Then, he leant upward and bit one of those rosy pink nipples. He smiled when Charles hisses, smiled when Charles’s chest is flushed with sweat, smiled when he feels Charles stroke a finger up his cock.
Maybe this dingy hotel room isn’t the right place for this sentimentality. He can hear Charles extraneous thoughts: questioning his own abilities, wondering how many others will reject them, and all Erik wants to do is blind Charles with pleasure.
When he enters Charles, he feels simultaneously surrounded by heat and filled by cock. Only then does he realize that Charles is in his mind, equally drowning him with pleasure. Erik loves the feeling of fullness, warmth, pleasure.
Charles is panting, slumped on his chest, and Erik runs his hands through those thick locks down a sweaty back. He runs his hands over panting ribs and settles them on sharp hips. Charles hovers there, his mind a golden beacon in Erik’s before retreating, and Erik feels the bitter tang of being alone for just one brief moment. Charles and he are connected hip to hip and lips to lips.
He pulls back from the kiss to rest his forehead against Charles’s, both of their eyes closed.
They breathe.
Part 3
Author:cathat77
Rating: R
Word Count: 1376
Characters: Charles/Erik, Raven, Moira, Hank
Summary:In an alternate universe, Charles and Erik meet earlier. When Charles and Erik are recruited to find Shaw, they embark on a journey they never expected.
Warnings:not betaed, probably OOC, implicit sex, future mpreg
Disclaimer: In no way, shape, or form does X-Men First Class belong to this author. X-Men First Class is the property of Marvel, and this author is merely borrowing from the Marvel Universe.
The World Should Go On
The Title comes from the quote, “A baby is God’s opinion that the world should go on.”
Some notes: Charles and Erik met around 1960 at Oxford when Charles was working on his preliminary doctorate. This fic takes places during 1962 after Charles meets Hank McCoy at the CIA and Moira discovers that Charles, Erik, and Raven all have mutations. I also have no idea what the name of the agent who gives them the first facility, so I won’t be giving him a name or anything.
Part 1
From the diary of Charles Francis Xavier: 1962
Meeting new mutants is the most exhilarating experience! Raven was, of course, the first; I met her when she was but a child and hungry, alone, and scared. Her blue skin was the most exciting thing I’d ever seen, which had previously been Mother during her rare periods of sobriety. Erik was even more surprising than Raven. Erik had walked up to me and challenged me to a drinking match that had ended up with Erik’s hands on my arse and his tongue down my throat. When I had woken up the next day, my room had been in dire straits: papers were strewn everywhere, lamps knocked to the ground, and my bed had broken! Momentarily, I thought I had been robbed before feeling Erik’s arm wrapped firmly around my waist.
Perhaps I enthuse entirely too much over my brethren, but every person or mutant who I meet absolutely fascinates me. When the agent introduced me to Dr. Hank McCoy, I was simply stunned. His mutation was absolutely groovy! Immediately, his bright blue eyes pretty much yelled that there was so much more to him; after all, the boy was a genius! I remember scanning him briefly, but he seemed to realize I was there immediately, and he let me in to see all of his experiments. Not only smart, Hank was really strong. His feet were like a normal human’s hands with an opposable finger. I wonder how fast he could run if he pushed himself, and I have to say that I am a bit worried about poor Hank. He was terribly mistreated as a child because of what he likes to refer to as his ‘unfortunate deformation.’ Deformation… what nonsense!
I simply have to speak with Erik on this matter. He’ll help Hank just as he helped Raven when I introduced her to him. Erik is quite frank with me to be honest. I had no idea that I was a source of Raven’s cosmetic… issues. I had noticed that she would ask me questions about whether I would engage with her in a romantic setting, but my answers of “Of course, you’re absolutely stunning, and any man would be lucky enough to have you,” and “I can’t think of you that way. I’ve known you since we were children” do seem insensitive now that I look back on it. Honestly, I had no idea! She told me that she didn’t want me to read her mind! How on Earth was I supposed to know?
I’m going on a tangent. Anyway, the reason I mentioned Hank beside his gorgeous mutation was that he designed a brain-wave amplifier called Cerebro, and he thinks that with my telepathy we’d be able to find mutants, and I know that Erik wants me to find Shaw with my increased telepathic range. I have to admit that if not for this vile man, I would never have met Erik in the first place. Like Ms. McTaggert, Erik had heard some of my lectures on genetic mutation, and remembering what Sebastian Shaw had said to him all those years ago he decided to get in touch with me.
I have to say that regardless of our initial meeting, which ended with the two of us in bed together, Erik stayed resolute and tried to understand everything he could about genetics. I’m constantly surprised by Erik’s sheer willpower to own knowledge. Anyway, this contraption of Hank’s is incredibly useful, and our first list of mutants is ready and printed out. I must say that the ability to reach so far and touch so many peoples’ minds is a heady one.
I must end this entry because I can hear Erik waking up, and if I’m not back in bed, pretending to be asleep, he’ll worry that I’ve been up all night with a Cerebro-induced headache. He feels that Cerebro puts too much of a strain on my mind, but I don’t mind that much. If I even complain of any ache or pain, he likes to apply his mouth to my body to distract me. So, it’s not so bad.
Part 2:
Despite some misgivings from the agent-who-shall-not-be-named, Erik and Charles finally were able to leave the compound to meet some of the mutants on Charles’s extensive list. Erik wore the same grim look he had somehow acquired around the CIA while Charles couldn’t help but bounce around with his never-ending enthusiasm. Erik had nodded to Raven and McTaggert before ushering Charles into the car and driving off.
Sighing with relief, Erik gripped the steering wheel. Charles kept shooting him distracted looks while flicking through the books he had taken with him.
You seem worried Erik. What’s wrong?
“I’m always worried, Charles. To be honest, I don’t trust them. I know you feel humans and mutants can integrate, but I… don’t know. It’s hard to suppress the instinct to kill them and hide you away.”
And exactly what do you think they’d to do me? If it really came to that, I’d get out easily. I can convince their minds that I don’t even exist
“Fear isn’t rational, Charles. My fear for you isn’t rational. I’ll probably worry about you even if no one knows who we are and what we do, even if I’m dead.”
“My friend,” and here Charles grinned, his blue eyes twinkling, “keep your eyes off of me and back on the road. I’d rather you be able to drive properly.”
Several hours later, Erik and Charles finally collapsed onto the nearest available surfaces: a chair and a desk.
“Erik, when I envisioned finding mutants, I did not expect to be slapped twice, called names, and rejected more times than not. I thought people would want to be with us!”
Without any fanfare, Erik simply leaned over Charles and kissed him. He stroked the soft skin of Charles's wan cheek with the back of his hand, moving his hand nearer the temple. Pressing down harder, Erik massaged out the tension he feels at Charles’s temple. Pushing himself up, Erik pulled Charles with him and pressed his hands to Charles waist.
He looked expectantly, waiting patiently for the next move. Charles simply smiled, tilted his head upward, and brazenly licked the side of Erik’s neck. Erik doesn’t know how he’s gotten on his back with Charles straddling his hips, but he doesn’t complain. He pulled off Charles’s clothing with a haste he’d never felt before. Then, he leant upward and bit one of those rosy pink nipples. He smiled when Charles hisses, smiled when Charles’s chest is flushed with sweat, smiled when he feels Charles stroke a finger up his cock.
Maybe this dingy hotel room isn’t the right place for this sentimentality. He can hear Charles extraneous thoughts: questioning his own abilities, wondering how many others will reject them, and all Erik wants to do is blind Charles with pleasure.
When he enters Charles, he feels simultaneously surrounded by heat and filled by cock. Only then does he realize that Charles is in his mind, equally drowning him with pleasure. Erik loves the feeling of fullness, warmth, pleasure.
Charles is panting, slumped on his chest, and Erik runs his hands through those thick locks down a sweaty back. He runs his hands over panting ribs and settles them on sharp hips. Charles hovers there, his mind a golden beacon in Erik’s before retreating, and Erik feels the bitter tang of being alone for just one brief moment. Charles and he are connected hip to hip and lips to lips.
He pulls back from the kiss to rest his forehead against Charles’s, both of their eyes closed.
They breathe.
Part 3