Sexual Education of Charles Xavier; X-Men: FC; Erik/Charles; NC-17
Title: The Sexual Education of Charles Xavier (as caused by a mutant malfunction)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Erik/Charles, eventually peripheral Hank/Alex and Azazel/Raven (X-Men: First Class)
Summary: No divorce!AU. Charles and Erik seek out a young mutant who sprays them with her powers that induce them to have an uncontrollable amount of sex with each other. Erik, it seems, is full of sexual surprises. From the kink meme here
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“’What’s the worst that could happen?’ you said,” Erik muttered, right before Hank stuck him with a needle to draw blood. It was bad enough he couldn’t seem to cool down, but Hank was just making things worse poking and prodding and asking questions and taking blood.
Charles gave him a measured gaze and pushed his hair back from his sweaty forehead. Erik knew he shouldn’t have found comfort in the fact that Charles seemed just as uncomfortable about the whole situation, but it was Charles’ fault in the first place so he didn’t feel too guilty. And he tried not to feel guilty about the thoughts running through his head seeing Charles so flushed and undone.
“If you’ll hold still,” Hank said, exasperated, when Erik began shifting in his seat.
Erik nearly growled, but he wasn’t sure why he would do that in the first place so he suppressed it. Instead, he just glared at Hank’s head when the young man wasn’t looking and ignored Charles’ quiet mirth.
“Honestly, she assured us that it normally wears off after a day or two. Really, you should be blaming the both of us, since you were the one who startled her in the first place,” Charles said after a long moment spent watching Erik brood. Not that he found it adorable or particularly sexy the way Erik pouted when things didn’t go the way he wanted, or that he knew with absolute certainty that he was the only one to see that Erik’s mood wasn’t his normal brooding. Hank certainly had no clue and he’d been badgering Erik from the moment they explained what happened.
Erik sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “All I did was ask her if we could chat for a moment, and then she sprayed me in the face with her… Hank, what did you call it?”
“Pheromones,” Hank said blithely, clacking away on his computer now.
“I was right beside you when that happened, yes,” Charles said impatiently, but then his expression softened in a way that made Erik avert his eyes. “Perhaps from now on, I should begin the conversations with the new mutants, my friend.”
Hank suddenly shot up to his feet, staring at the computer.
Charles grimaced. “It’s surprisingly good news, I hope?” Of course, he could feel the confusion and the sympathy pouring out of Hank now.
Hank looked troubled in a way he wasn’t meant to look troubled, and Erik knew to be immediately afraid of it. “It seems…” Hank began, adjusting his tie and clearing his throat. “Perhaps hormone therapy of some kind isn’t out of the question.”
Charles made to stand, but Hank’s eyes went wide and he backed up just a bit. “Hank?” Charles tried to keep his voice even, and low, non-threatening. Clearly, whatever that mutant had forced on them was way more dangerous than anyone had anticipated.
But then Hank seemed to calm himself down. “Why don’t you two, um, why don’t you just go lay down? I-I mean, just relax for a bit, ah, that is… it doesn’t have to be together, just…. Just go,” he finished pathetically, gesturing for the door. “I’ll come find you when I, uh, figure this out.”
Out in the hall, Charles said. “Was Hank… blushing?”
“Why don’t you tell me? You’re the telepath.” Erik didn’t stay for any kind of response, however, making a bee-line for his room. Something was suddenly itching inside of him, like a sudden bubble of energy, and he wanted to go for a run because that usually helped tire him out.
Charles couldn’t say he minded, though, because the pheromones, if Charles could even really call it that, were making him so much hotter than was comfortable, and his normally layered attire was making it that much worse. Even in the chilly New York weather Charles was sweating bullets.
So Charles went to his room and stripped down to put on an unbecoming t-shirt and a pair of shorts he dug out of a random drawer. He peeled each layer off and, when it came to redressing for the sake of modesty, Charles found that he preferred being naked. Besides, his door was locked and Hank had probably already told everyone to avoid him and Erik like the plague, so he decided he wasn’t in any danger of being caught in such a state of undress.
Plus, his covers felt so… cool and smooth against his burning skin. He didn’t give himself room to think about how strange it was that he couldn’t get enough of the caress of cloth, and he didn’t let himself think about how it was making him hard.
Instead, he tried to sleep thinking maybe he could sleep it off and wake up feeling just fine. Hank did tell him to relax, to lie down, which was exactly what he was doing. Never mind that he suddenly realized he’d rolled over on his belly to rut against the bed.
Charles moaned and forced himself on his back, forced himself to not even move. God, he was… suddenly so horny. He felt desire with an intensity he’d never felt in his entire life, and he feared what would happen if he indulged in it.
Charles shot up after a moment of feeling restless. This had to be a side-effect of the woman’s pheromone attack. Maybe telepaths reacted differently. Surely Erik wasn’t feeling that way, too.
He made a bee-line for his bathroom, deciding a cold shower would help relieve him, and, barring that, a hot one would definitely do the trick.
Before the icy spray hit him he could have sworn his blood was boiling, but the water helped just a little. Charles scrubbed his face with his hands, shook his head, and let the cold water slowly freeze him up. When he was shivering, he opened his eyes and immediately groaned to see that his erection hadn’t deflated by much. Lust was still racketing around his system like a loose cog. His heart hammered in his chest.
Charles groaned and pressed his face against the cold tile, his hands on either side of his head as he resolutely refused to do anything about this until he couldn’t fight it anymore. Especially since Hank said it would pass in a day. He didn’t want to… indulge, not when he knew what he would be thinking about, who he would be thinking about.
Sometimes he accidentally projected to Erik, when he was weak, when he wasn’t fully in control of his faculties. He’d never said more than Erik’s name, but he feared losing any kind of control. God, he loved his friend dearly, but Erik was much too… too flighty for Charles to say anything. After Shaw’s death, there became nothing for Charles to barter with Erik to keep him around. The promise of family, to be sure, but Charles was certain that as soon as Erik found his next mission he would be off again, children be damned.
Charles turned the shower off and stepped out, trying to towel himself off in a way that wasn’t going to make his erection throb, which was proving to be mighty difficult.
After a few moments, Charles abandoned the towel and pulled on a bathrobe for modesty’s sake before returning to his bedroom. His hair was still dripping wet, and the robe was sticking to him uncomfortably, but he ignored it in favor of picking up a book to distract him. With the shower, and sheer force of will Charles supposed, he’d curtailed his desire into something more manageable.
The woman had sprayed them nearly 24 hours ago, so Charles reasoned he didn’t have much more than a few hours until he was better again. Then, when it wasn’t coursing through his system as a powerful drug, he could touch himself all he liked thinking about Erik.
Then, Charles wasn’t sure if he’d called him or if maybe Erik just wanted to play chess as badly as Charles (and by play chess, Charles imagined Erik bending him over the chess table), but Erik was storming into his room, manipulating the lock to open the door and then promptly shut it behind him.
Charles stared wide-eyed. Erik’s jogging suit was covered in sweat, his face flushed. Erik was panting. “Please, Charles, I-I can’t-“ Erik closed his eyes and took a calming breath, and when he opened his eyes again, Charles had to cross his legs and pull his robe around himself a little more. Erik’s eyes were positively smoldering, and just by looking at his expression, at the open need and want he found there, Charles knew that Erik was feeling exactly the same as he.
Erik stalked across the room and leaned down, inches from his face. He put a hand on the back of Charles’ chair on either side of his head. “I can’t control myself, Charles. I apologize for what I’m about to do-“
Charles didn’t give him a chance to finish, putting his arms tight around Erik’s neck as he pressed his mouth into Erik’s mouth. Erik immediately responded, sucking on Charles’ bottom lip and nipping at it lightly. Charles tongued his lip and then Erik’s, and Erik moaned.
His hands slid down the chair to rest on Charles’ shoulders, sliding up his neck to tangle in his hair as they kissed.
After a moment, Erik reached down and pulled Charles’ legs apart so he could settle between them, and Charles hooked his legs tight around Erik’s waist so that their cocks were rubbing together through Erik’s pants.
Charles’ eyes went wide when Erik pulled away just a little, pushing down his pants with one hand while he stroked Charles’ knee with the other, and Charles had to look down to see Erik’s cock sliding up against his own. Erik was so hot, and so hard, and he keened when Erik began rutting against him.
Erik found Charles’ mouth again, and they kissed desperately as they ground into each other. Erik swallowed Charles’ soft moans, and Charles gently tugged on Erik’s hair, and then they were both cumming hard.
Charles panted, and then whimpered when he realized he was still so fucking horny. Now it was worse, in fact. Erik dug his fingers into Charles’ hips, and Charles could tell that Erik was still hard, still completely aroused.
“Again,” Charles begged, writhing up against Erik. “Fuck me,” he said, arching his back seductively.
Erik kissed Charles’ collarbones up to his neck, and he couldn’t resist the urge to bite. Charles moaned and tilted his head, threading his fingers through Erik’s hair.
“Please,” he keened.
“The shower,” Erik said, his voice dry and cracked. When he licked his lips, Charles shot up to suck on his tongue, and Erik started rubbing himself against Charles again.
But then he pulled away, and stripped down to nothing before pulling Charles up to his feet so he could properly slide his robe off. Erik pulled Charles’ lithe body into his own, his hands caressing and grabbing all over Charles’ body. “I just want you now,” Erik murmured into Charles’ neck.
Charles touched Erik’s chest and shoulders and back, his hands straying down to explore Erik’s ass. Erik’s words caused a shiver to run up Charles’ spine, and he gave Erik a good squeeze on his ass. Erik gasped, shuddered, ground their hips together.
But he seemed resolute about them getting into the shower, because he pulled away only to grab Charles by the hand and lead him back into the bathroom.
Erik had started the shower from the other room, and the water was already steaming. Erik forced Charles under the hot spray and followed quickly behind him, pressing the smaller male into the back wall. Charles hissed when Erik pressed his cock against his ass, pushing back into the sensation. He just wanted more… so much more. “First time I saw this bathroom, all I could think about for a week was what it would be like to fuck you in the shower.”
Charles whimpered. “So do it.”
Erik growled, suddenly a predator again, as he bit hard on the back of Charles’ neck. Then he licked over the spot as he spread Charles’ ass so he could wedge his cock between the cheeks.
Charles’ eyes rolled back in his head, and he reached behind him to bring Erik’s face to his own for a hard kiss, and when he pulled away he said, “not like this, do me proper, please, I just want you inside me so badly,” Charles rambled, his voice broken by lust.
Erik nodded, slowly pumping his hips against Charles as he said bluntly, “I’m going to need something to make my cock go in easier.”
Charles bit his lip. “In the second drawer, over there,” he said, gesturing to the sink across the room.
Erik looked between Charles, skin flushed and eyes blown, and the drawer across the room for a good minute before he manipulated the drawer open. He pulled a little too hard, because the drawer came flying out of its resting place and hit the wall, causing its contents to spill all over the floor.
Charles laughed. “Honestly, Erik,” he teased, turning around in Erik’s hold so he could see properly. When their cocks brushed, Erik had to turn his attention back to Charles and steady himself from just fucking into him like he had done in Charles’ chair.
Erik rolled his eyes, and then gave Charles an uncharacteristically gentle peck on the cheek before he left the warmth of the shower to retrieve the small vial of lube.
Erik pressed into Charles immediately, grinding their hips together hard as he devoured his mouth in a deep kiss. Charles writhed against him, unable to keep the moans out of his mouth.
And then Erik was turning him around again, kicking Charles’ legs apart. Charles gasped when Erik began pressing a lubricated finger into him, not hesitating to bury it all the way to the knuckle. “You’re already quite loose,” Erik commented, voice low and feral and thick with desire.
Charles knew he was already flushed, but he felt a blush burning his face, knowing that he was only loose because he would often finger himself thinking of Erik.
Then Erik was pushing more fingers into him, three this time, working slowly though his hand was shaking. Charles could see the faucets warping just a bit as Erik tried to pace his work.
It was all over when Charles began pushing back into Erik’s hand, keening like an animal in heat, and Erik let out a strangled moan before shoving his cock hard into Charles’ hole, hands digging into Charles’ hips.
Charles gasped and whined and bucked back against Erik, and Erik didn’t hesitate to begin a quick, sharp, rhythm, snapping his hips into Charles, desperately seeking release. He pressed his forehead on Charles’ shoulder, and Charles sagged against the wall, allowing Erik to fuck him mercilessly. When Erik changed his angle, drawing Charles completely onto his cock so he could grind into him, Charles gasped for air, his cock twitching as Erik stroked deep inside him, willing him to orgasm.
When Charles came he nearly lost his balance, but Erik was still fucking into him, still bruising his hips with his fingers, and Charles couldn’t say that it didn’t feel absolutely amazing. He’d come twice already, but he still wanted more, needed more.
Erik buried himself completely in Charles when he came, shuddering out the other man’s name into the crook of his neck. After a moment, Erik kissed his neck and said, “I want to see you face this time.” With that, Erik pulled out only to help Charles reposition himself with his back against the wall and his arms around Erik’s neck for support. Erik lifted one of his legs and guided his cock back into his body.
They both moaned, and Charles couldn’t keep his mouth away from Erik’s tantalizing collarbones. He bit him, once, before sliding his lips up to Erik’s neck as Erik pounded into him.
Charles thought this would be it. He could feel the desire reaching a fevered pitch, and he canted his hips shamelessly into Erik, seeking that release for the both of them.
Erik groaned, his grip on the inside of Charles’ knee intensifying when Charles came for a third time and clenched his hole around Erik’s cock, milking him dry. And when Erik came this time, he could feel his cum leaking out of Charles and running down his cock. It just made him want to fuck Charles even more.
Charles was panting, pulling on Erik’s hair a little rougher than he’d intended. “No, it’s not enough, fuck me again, and just keep fucking me, please.”
Then the water in the shower ran ice cold, and they both tumbled out, still hard and now covered in Charles’ cum, and did their best to dry off and clean up before Erik couldn’t take it anymore and had to bend Charles over the sink and fuck him fast and hard. Charles had to resist Erik’s tugging long enough to wipe his cum off the counter, for modesty’s sake.
But then he was back to following Erik, back to his bed. Erik laid Charles out on the comforter and kissed him hard, his hand ghosting over Charles’ chest. He fingered a nipple at the same time he sucked on Charles’ tongue, and Charles keened, and Erik was beginning to think he couldn’t have heard a more erotic sound in his life if he went looking.
Then Erik reached down and lightly stroked Charles’ cock, and Charles bucked up into his hand. “Let’s try something else,” Erik said, turning himself around so that his face was in close proximity to Charles’ erection.
Charles pushed Erik’s knees apart so he could fit between them, understanding instantly what it was that Erik wanted to do. He gingerly fondled Erik’s balls, and Erik went a limp for a moment as though he hadn’t expected it. Then he attacked Charles’ cock with a renewed ferocity, sucking him down into his mouth and nearly choking himself on his enthusiasm.
Charles didn’t notice him choking, however, since Erik’s eagerness incited his own, and he was slurping up and down Erik’s cock. He could feel it pulse against his hand as he sucked the head into his mouth, trying to maintain control of his jaw as Erik did things with his tongue Charles would never have guessed Erik could do.
Erik came first, spilling out into Charles’ hand which he wiped unceremoniously on the blanket, Erik’s mouth stilling on Charles’ cock for half a moment before he resumed his ministrations. This meant that Charles had a clear view of Erik swallowing down his cum, and Charles had to force his eyes open to see it, to burn it into his memory. Erik swallowed as much as he could, but some still leaked out of the corner of his mouth, and Erik pushed it between his lips with his thumb.
He looked over at Charles and smirked, licking his lips. “You taste good,” he murmured, climbing back up to kiss Charles. Charles grimaced just a little, but he honestly didn’t care as long as Erik kept kissing him that way.
Erik sighed and buried his face into Charles’ neck, an arm wrapped around the other male. “I’m still hard,” Erik groaned. “’What’s the worst that could happen?’”, he repeated, from earlier.
Charles laughed, pushing Erik onto his back and climbing into his lap. He smiled as he guided Erik’s cock into him again. “This is so far from the worst thing that could happen,” he said, cutting off to moan when Erik snapped his hips up.
Erik didn’t say anything else, and Charles leaned on Erik’s shoulders so he could ride him proper. His asshole felt loose and wet, and Erik’s cock was still hot and hard and just the right size, the right shape. Charles had intended to take charge, but Erik was more powerful, snapping his hips up at his own pace, his hands coming to Charles’ hips to force him to follow.
Charles couldn’t say he minded, though, because Erik seemed to know exactly what his body was asking. It didn’t take long for them to cum, Erik buried inside Charles, and Charles across Erik’s chest, and even his face a bit.
Dazed, Charles reached up and smeared his cum across Erik’s lips, and Erik opened his mouth to suck his finger in, licking his lips to clean them. Charles kissed him hard, rocking his hips against Erik to tell him to start again. Erik didn’t waste any time giving Charles just what he wanted, fucking up into him hard.
Charles let his head fall onto Erik’s shoulder, mouth open in pleasure, eyes screwed shut. He could feel himself losing control, bit by bit, and he tried to reign in his telepathy, but Erik being inside of him didn’t help matters much. Erik’s cock was like an antennae transmitting his thoughts into Charles’ body the same way he kept cumming inside of him. Bursts of ideas, tying Charles down and fucking his mouth, Charles bent over the kitchen counter, giving Charles head behind his desk in the study; Charles couldn’t keep himself away from Erik’s fantasies.
“Erik, you don’t know what you’re doing to me,” Charles gasped, in what felt like a drunken haze from all the pleasure. He couldn’t even remember how many times he’d come, amazed his body was still capable of producing such copious amounts of-
“Charles,” Erik moaned, hands suddenly gripping his shoulders hard as though he were trying to cut off Charles’ very thought. “You’ve been broadcasting,” he said. “I-I couldn’t stay away.” Erik’s eyes were blown wide, and Charles thought for a moment he looked like a zombie. A sex zombie turned by Charles’ broadcasting.
Erik laughed, well breathed hard, since laughing seemed like too much energy. Still, Charles bucked when it caused Erik to shift his hips, his cock still inside of Charles, still achingly hard. “You’re really cute when you’re embarrassed.”
Charles went to climb off of Erik then, but Erik dug his fingers into his hips to keep him still. He leveled his gaze with Charles, then, and Charles bit his lip. “I think that’s enough of you being on top, then,” he said, almost playfully.
Charles mock pouted as Erik handled him onto his back, his cock never leaving his body. “I have yet to be on top,” Charles whined, but Erik ignored him and instead began fucking him slowly, head between Charles’ knees, and his hands on the bed. Charles hissed, putting his hands on top of Erik’s before gripping his wrists hard for some leverage. The sudden change in lovemaking made Charles ache inside, Erik’s pace so slow it was on the verge of torture.
Erik suddenly seemed pleased in a sinister way. “So you call it lovemaking? Excellent,” Erik murmured, leaning down to suck Charles’ nipple. Charles hissed and dug his fingers into Erik’s arms, trying to shut down his telepathy because he couldn’t even think straight to pick up on Erik’s thoughts anymore, so why should Erik be allowed to see his own?
Charles bit his lip. “Perhaps we should be using rubbers,” he grunted, and then hissed when Erik bucked into him hard.
“Don’t you like feeling me inside of you?” Charles didn’t have to look to know that Erik was grinning.
“It’s just-ahh-ah-I don’t want to, ah, broadcast,” he mumbled, though he had a feeling Erik already knew. It just enforced his request.
Erik tisked, picking up his pace as he dropped kisses along Charles’ chest. Charles was digging his fingernails into Erik’s wrists now. “That would be fine, except I find I quite enjoy it. Aren’t you picking up on my thoughts as well, Charles?” Erik was mostly breathless, but he still somehow managed to keep his voice mostly even.
Charles cried out when he tapped into Erik’s mind, watching himself get fucked through Erik’s eyes, skin flushed and bruised and kissed red, his cock swollen and needy, and his asshole-which seemed to be Erik’s main focus-was a deep red where it swallowed Erik’s cock, cum smeared along his perineum and the inside of his thighs. He looked positively fucked out.
Then Erik was leading him through more than just fantasies. It seemed he couldn’t school his thoughts as well as Charles, probably from lack of practice, so after Erik guided him through a fantasy where Erik pulls Charles out of the shower to bend him over the counter and eat him out his mind then tried to skip over a memory of Erik brushing leaves out of Charles’ hair, and Charles can see that Erik mostly did it to touch his hair. Then Erik was pulling him to another fantasy where they’re in Erik’s bed, and Erik was holding him close and fucking him from behind, one hand tight around Charles’ waist while his other hand stroked Charles’ cock. But then Erik was remembering fondly the time when Charles accidentally fell asleep in his arms because he couldn’t stay awake for New Years. And then Erik-
Charles gasped when Erik pulled out of him completely, eyes wide. Charles suddenly couldn’t breathe. “E-Erik, you-“
Erik didn’t let Charles finish because suddenly he was kissing him hard and sloppy, plunging back into Charles’ warmth. Charles came suddenly, body shuddering around Erik’s cock, slicking their chests with his spunk.
Erik came inside of him one last time, and Charles couldn’t help but notice how the fixtures in the room were groaning with him, warping slightly before popping back into their normal shape. Erik slumped against him and he suddenly felt entirely too heavy and too fucked open, and it made him feel sated.
“Let me lie on top of you for a while,” Erik said, shifting his arms so that he wasn’t entirely resting on top of Charles. Even though he’d gone soft he didn’t want to pull out of Charles, and Charles didn’t seem inclined to push the issue, even though he felt a shower would be necessary. Immediately.
There was only a knock on the door as a warning before Hank came in. “It seems your serotonin levels are off the charts and the only thing-I-I-Oh my god!”, he squeaked, turning on his heel and pulling the door shut. Charles could sense him breaking out into a run to get away from the scene that would inevitably scar him for life.
Charles laughed, wrapping his arms around Erik’s neck as Erik finally slid out of him and rolled over to curl against his side. “Perhaps I should go have a conversation with Hank,” Charles said, clearly not feeling up to the task.
Erik sighed, pushing Charles onto his side, facing away from Erik. Charles shivered when Erik pressed his cock into him again, surprised Erik wasn’t finished yet, and even more surprised to find his own body responding. “Just stay here,” Erik murmured between thrusts. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Erik/Charles, eventually peripheral Hank/Alex and Azazel/Raven (X-Men: First Class)
Summary: No divorce!AU. Charles and Erik seek out a young mutant who sprays them with her powers that induce them to have an uncontrollable amount of sex with each other. Erik, it seems, is full of sexual surprises. From the kink meme here
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“’What’s the worst that could happen?’ you said,” Erik muttered, right before Hank stuck him with a needle to draw blood. It was bad enough he couldn’t seem to cool down, but Hank was just making things worse poking and prodding and asking questions and taking blood.
Charles gave him a measured gaze and pushed his hair back from his sweaty forehead. Erik knew he shouldn’t have found comfort in the fact that Charles seemed just as uncomfortable about the whole situation, but it was Charles’ fault in the first place so he didn’t feel too guilty. And he tried not to feel guilty about the thoughts running through his head seeing Charles so flushed and undone.
“If you’ll hold still,” Hank said, exasperated, when Erik began shifting in his seat.
Erik nearly growled, but he wasn’t sure why he would do that in the first place so he suppressed it. Instead, he just glared at Hank’s head when the young man wasn’t looking and ignored Charles’ quiet mirth.
“Honestly, she assured us that it normally wears off after a day or two. Really, you should be blaming the both of us, since you were the one who startled her in the first place,” Charles said after a long moment spent watching Erik brood. Not that he found it adorable or particularly sexy the way Erik pouted when things didn’t go the way he wanted, or that he knew with absolute certainty that he was the only one to see that Erik’s mood wasn’t his normal brooding. Hank certainly had no clue and he’d been badgering Erik from the moment they explained what happened.
Erik sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose. “All I did was ask her if we could chat for a moment, and then she sprayed me in the face with her… Hank, what did you call it?”
“Pheromones,” Hank said blithely, clacking away on his computer now.
“I was right beside you when that happened, yes,” Charles said impatiently, but then his expression softened in a way that made Erik avert his eyes. “Perhaps from now on, I should begin the conversations with the new mutants, my friend.”
Hank suddenly shot up to his feet, staring at the computer.
Charles grimaced. “It’s surprisingly good news, I hope?” Of course, he could feel the confusion and the sympathy pouring out of Hank now.
Hank looked troubled in a way he wasn’t meant to look troubled, and Erik knew to be immediately afraid of it. “It seems…” Hank began, adjusting his tie and clearing his throat. “Perhaps hormone therapy of some kind isn’t out of the question.”
Charles made to stand, but Hank’s eyes went wide and he backed up just a bit. “Hank?” Charles tried to keep his voice even, and low, non-threatening. Clearly, whatever that mutant had forced on them was way more dangerous than anyone had anticipated.
But then Hank seemed to calm himself down. “Why don’t you two, um, why don’t you just go lay down? I-I mean, just relax for a bit, ah, that is… it doesn’t have to be together, just…. Just go,” he finished pathetically, gesturing for the door. “I’ll come find you when I, uh, figure this out.”
Out in the hall, Charles said. “Was Hank… blushing?”
“Why don’t you tell me? You’re the telepath.” Erik didn’t stay for any kind of response, however, making a bee-line for his room. Something was suddenly itching inside of him, like a sudden bubble of energy, and he wanted to go for a run because that usually helped tire him out.
Charles couldn’t say he minded, though, because the pheromones, if Charles could even really call it that, were making him so much hotter than was comfortable, and his normally layered attire was making it that much worse. Even in the chilly New York weather Charles was sweating bullets.
So Charles went to his room and stripped down to put on an unbecoming t-shirt and a pair of shorts he dug out of a random drawer. He peeled each layer off and, when it came to redressing for the sake of modesty, Charles found that he preferred being naked. Besides, his door was locked and Hank had probably already told everyone to avoid him and Erik like the plague, so he decided he wasn’t in any danger of being caught in such a state of undress.
Plus, his covers felt so… cool and smooth against his burning skin. He didn’t give himself room to think about how strange it was that he couldn’t get enough of the caress of cloth, and he didn’t let himself think about how it was making him hard.
Instead, he tried to sleep thinking maybe he could sleep it off and wake up feeling just fine. Hank did tell him to relax, to lie down, which was exactly what he was doing. Never mind that he suddenly realized he’d rolled over on his belly to rut against the bed.
Charles moaned and forced himself on his back, forced himself to not even move. God, he was… suddenly so horny. He felt desire with an intensity he’d never felt in his entire life, and he feared what would happen if he indulged in it.
Charles shot up after a moment of feeling restless. This had to be a side-effect of the woman’s pheromone attack. Maybe telepaths reacted differently. Surely Erik wasn’t feeling that way, too.
He made a bee-line for his bathroom, deciding a cold shower would help relieve him, and, barring that, a hot one would definitely do the trick.
Before the icy spray hit him he could have sworn his blood was boiling, but the water helped just a little. Charles scrubbed his face with his hands, shook his head, and let the cold water slowly freeze him up. When he was shivering, he opened his eyes and immediately groaned to see that his erection hadn’t deflated by much. Lust was still racketing around his system like a loose cog. His heart hammered in his chest.
Charles groaned and pressed his face against the cold tile, his hands on either side of his head as he resolutely refused to do anything about this until he couldn’t fight it anymore. Especially since Hank said it would pass in a day. He didn’t want to… indulge, not when he knew what he would be thinking about, who he would be thinking about.
Sometimes he accidentally projected to Erik, when he was weak, when he wasn’t fully in control of his faculties. He’d never said more than Erik’s name, but he feared losing any kind of control. God, he loved his friend dearly, but Erik was much too… too flighty for Charles to say anything. After Shaw’s death, there became nothing for Charles to barter with Erik to keep him around. The promise of family, to be sure, but Charles was certain that as soon as Erik found his next mission he would be off again, children be damned.
Charles turned the shower off and stepped out, trying to towel himself off in a way that wasn’t going to make his erection throb, which was proving to be mighty difficult.
After a few moments, Charles abandoned the towel and pulled on a bathrobe for modesty’s sake before returning to his bedroom. His hair was still dripping wet, and the robe was sticking to him uncomfortably, but he ignored it in favor of picking up a book to distract him. With the shower, and sheer force of will Charles supposed, he’d curtailed his desire into something more manageable.
The woman had sprayed them nearly 24 hours ago, so Charles reasoned he didn’t have much more than a few hours until he was better again. Then, when it wasn’t coursing through his system as a powerful drug, he could touch himself all he liked thinking about Erik.
Then, Charles wasn’t sure if he’d called him or if maybe Erik just wanted to play chess as badly as Charles (and by play chess, Charles imagined Erik bending him over the chess table), but Erik was storming into his room, manipulating the lock to open the door and then promptly shut it behind him.
Charles stared wide-eyed. Erik’s jogging suit was covered in sweat, his face flushed. Erik was panting. “Please, Charles, I-I can’t-“ Erik closed his eyes and took a calming breath, and when he opened his eyes again, Charles had to cross his legs and pull his robe around himself a little more. Erik’s eyes were positively smoldering, and just by looking at his expression, at the open need and want he found there, Charles knew that Erik was feeling exactly the same as he.
Erik stalked across the room and leaned down, inches from his face. He put a hand on the back of Charles’ chair on either side of his head. “I can’t control myself, Charles. I apologize for what I’m about to do-“
Charles didn’t give him a chance to finish, putting his arms tight around Erik’s neck as he pressed his mouth into Erik’s mouth. Erik immediately responded, sucking on Charles’ bottom lip and nipping at it lightly. Charles tongued his lip and then Erik’s, and Erik moaned.
His hands slid down the chair to rest on Charles’ shoulders, sliding up his neck to tangle in his hair as they kissed.
After a moment, Erik reached down and pulled Charles’ legs apart so he could settle between them, and Charles hooked his legs tight around Erik’s waist so that their cocks were rubbing together through Erik’s pants.
Charles’ eyes went wide when Erik pulled away just a little, pushing down his pants with one hand while he stroked Charles’ knee with the other, and Charles had to look down to see Erik’s cock sliding up against his own. Erik was so hot, and so hard, and he keened when Erik began rutting against him.
Erik found Charles’ mouth again, and they kissed desperately as they ground into each other. Erik swallowed Charles’ soft moans, and Charles gently tugged on Erik’s hair, and then they were both cumming hard.
Charles panted, and then whimpered when he realized he was still so fucking horny. Now it was worse, in fact. Erik dug his fingers into Charles’ hips, and Charles could tell that Erik was still hard, still completely aroused.
“Again,” Charles begged, writhing up against Erik. “Fuck me,” he said, arching his back seductively.
Erik kissed Charles’ collarbones up to his neck, and he couldn’t resist the urge to bite. Charles moaned and tilted his head, threading his fingers through Erik’s hair.
“Please,” he keened.
“The shower,” Erik said, his voice dry and cracked. When he licked his lips, Charles shot up to suck on his tongue, and Erik started rubbing himself against Charles again.
But then he pulled away, and stripped down to nothing before pulling Charles up to his feet so he could properly slide his robe off. Erik pulled Charles’ lithe body into his own, his hands caressing and grabbing all over Charles’ body. “I just want you now,” Erik murmured into Charles’ neck.
Charles touched Erik’s chest and shoulders and back, his hands straying down to explore Erik’s ass. Erik’s words caused a shiver to run up Charles’ spine, and he gave Erik a good squeeze on his ass. Erik gasped, shuddered, ground their hips together.
But he seemed resolute about them getting into the shower, because he pulled away only to grab Charles by the hand and lead him back into the bathroom.
Erik had started the shower from the other room, and the water was already steaming. Erik forced Charles under the hot spray and followed quickly behind him, pressing the smaller male into the back wall. Charles hissed when Erik pressed his cock against his ass, pushing back into the sensation. He just wanted more… so much more. “First time I saw this bathroom, all I could think about for a week was what it would be like to fuck you in the shower.”
Charles whimpered. “So do it.”
Erik growled, suddenly a predator again, as he bit hard on the back of Charles’ neck. Then he licked over the spot as he spread Charles’ ass so he could wedge his cock between the cheeks.
Charles’ eyes rolled back in his head, and he reached behind him to bring Erik’s face to his own for a hard kiss, and when he pulled away he said, “not like this, do me proper, please, I just want you inside me so badly,” Charles rambled, his voice broken by lust.
Erik nodded, slowly pumping his hips against Charles as he said bluntly, “I’m going to need something to make my cock go in easier.”
Charles bit his lip. “In the second drawer, over there,” he said, gesturing to the sink across the room.
Erik looked between Charles, skin flushed and eyes blown, and the drawer across the room for a good minute before he manipulated the drawer open. He pulled a little too hard, because the drawer came flying out of its resting place and hit the wall, causing its contents to spill all over the floor.
Charles laughed. “Honestly, Erik,” he teased, turning around in Erik’s hold so he could see properly. When their cocks brushed, Erik had to turn his attention back to Charles and steady himself from just fucking into him like he had done in Charles’ chair.
Erik rolled his eyes, and then gave Charles an uncharacteristically gentle peck on the cheek before he left the warmth of the shower to retrieve the small vial of lube.
Erik pressed into Charles immediately, grinding their hips together hard as he devoured his mouth in a deep kiss. Charles writhed against him, unable to keep the moans out of his mouth.
And then Erik was turning him around again, kicking Charles’ legs apart. Charles gasped when Erik began pressing a lubricated finger into him, not hesitating to bury it all the way to the knuckle. “You’re already quite loose,” Erik commented, voice low and feral and thick with desire.
Charles knew he was already flushed, but he felt a blush burning his face, knowing that he was only loose because he would often finger himself thinking of Erik.
Then Erik was pushing more fingers into him, three this time, working slowly though his hand was shaking. Charles could see the faucets warping just a bit as Erik tried to pace his work.
It was all over when Charles began pushing back into Erik’s hand, keening like an animal in heat, and Erik let out a strangled moan before shoving his cock hard into Charles’ hole, hands digging into Charles’ hips.
Charles gasped and whined and bucked back against Erik, and Erik didn’t hesitate to begin a quick, sharp, rhythm, snapping his hips into Charles, desperately seeking release. He pressed his forehead on Charles’ shoulder, and Charles sagged against the wall, allowing Erik to fuck him mercilessly. When Erik changed his angle, drawing Charles completely onto his cock so he could grind into him, Charles gasped for air, his cock twitching as Erik stroked deep inside him, willing him to orgasm.
When Charles came he nearly lost his balance, but Erik was still fucking into him, still bruising his hips with his fingers, and Charles couldn’t say that it didn’t feel absolutely amazing. He’d come twice already, but he still wanted more, needed more.
Erik buried himself completely in Charles when he came, shuddering out the other man’s name into the crook of his neck. After a moment, Erik kissed his neck and said, “I want to see you face this time.” With that, Erik pulled out only to help Charles reposition himself with his back against the wall and his arms around Erik’s neck for support. Erik lifted one of his legs and guided his cock back into his body.
They both moaned, and Charles couldn’t keep his mouth away from Erik’s tantalizing collarbones. He bit him, once, before sliding his lips up to Erik’s neck as Erik pounded into him.
Charles thought this would be it. He could feel the desire reaching a fevered pitch, and he canted his hips shamelessly into Erik, seeking that release for the both of them.
Erik groaned, his grip on the inside of Charles’ knee intensifying when Charles came for a third time and clenched his hole around Erik’s cock, milking him dry. And when Erik came this time, he could feel his cum leaking out of Charles and running down his cock. It just made him want to fuck Charles even more.
Charles was panting, pulling on Erik’s hair a little rougher than he’d intended. “No, it’s not enough, fuck me again, and just keep fucking me, please.”
Then the water in the shower ran ice cold, and they both tumbled out, still hard and now covered in Charles’ cum, and did their best to dry off and clean up before Erik couldn’t take it anymore and had to bend Charles over the sink and fuck him fast and hard. Charles had to resist Erik’s tugging long enough to wipe his cum off the counter, for modesty’s sake.
But then he was back to following Erik, back to his bed. Erik laid Charles out on the comforter and kissed him hard, his hand ghosting over Charles’ chest. He fingered a nipple at the same time he sucked on Charles’ tongue, and Charles keened, and Erik was beginning to think he couldn’t have heard a more erotic sound in his life if he went looking.
Then Erik reached down and lightly stroked Charles’ cock, and Charles bucked up into his hand. “Let’s try something else,” Erik said, turning himself around so that his face was in close proximity to Charles’ erection.
Charles pushed Erik’s knees apart so he could fit between them, understanding instantly what it was that Erik wanted to do. He gingerly fondled Erik’s balls, and Erik went a limp for a moment as though he hadn’t expected it. Then he attacked Charles’ cock with a renewed ferocity, sucking him down into his mouth and nearly choking himself on his enthusiasm.
Charles didn’t notice him choking, however, since Erik’s eagerness incited his own, and he was slurping up and down Erik’s cock. He could feel it pulse against his hand as he sucked the head into his mouth, trying to maintain control of his jaw as Erik did things with his tongue Charles would never have guessed Erik could do.
Erik came first, spilling out into Charles’ hand which he wiped unceremoniously on the blanket, Erik’s mouth stilling on Charles’ cock for half a moment before he resumed his ministrations. This meant that Charles had a clear view of Erik swallowing down his cum, and Charles had to force his eyes open to see it, to burn it into his memory. Erik swallowed as much as he could, but some still leaked out of the corner of his mouth, and Erik pushed it between his lips with his thumb.
He looked over at Charles and smirked, licking his lips. “You taste good,” he murmured, climbing back up to kiss Charles. Charles grimaced just a little, but he honestly didn’t care as long as Erik kept kissing him that way.
Erik sighed and buried his face into Charles’ neck, an arm wrapped around the other male. “I’m still hard,” Erik groaned. “’What’s the worst that could happen?’”, he repeated, from earlier.
Charles laughed, pushing Erik onto his back and climbing into his lap. He smiled as he guided Erik’s cock into him again. “This is so far from the worst thing that could happen,” he said, cutting off to moan when Erik snapped his hips up.
Erik didn’t say anything else, and Charles leaned on Erik’s shoulders so he could ride him proper. His asshole felt loose and wet, and Erik’s cock was still hot and hard and just the right size, the right shape. Charles had intended to take charge, but Erik was more powerful, snapping his hips up at his own pace, his hands coming to Charles’ hips to force him to follow.
Charles couldn’t say he minded, though, because Erik seemed to know exactly what his body was asking. It didn’t take long for them to cum, Erik buried inside Charles, and Charles across Erik’s chest, and even his face a bit.
Dazed, Charles reached up and smeared his cum across Erik’s lips, and Erik opened his mouth to suck his finger in, licking his lips to clean them. Charles kissed him hard, rocking his hips against Erik to tell him to start again. Erik didn’t waste any time giving Charles just what he wanted, fucking up into him hard.
Charles let his head fall onto Erik’s shoulder, mouth open in pleasure, eyes screwed shut. He could feel himself losing control, bit by bit, and he tried to reign in his telepathy, but Erik being inside of him didn’t help matters much. Erik’s cock was like an antennae transmitting his thoughts into Charles’ body the same way he kept cumming inside of him. Bursts of ideas, tying Charles down and fucking his mouth, Charles bent over the kitchen counter, giving Charles head behind his desk in the study; Charles couldn’t keep himself away from Erik’s fantasies.
“Erik, you don’t know what you’re doing to me,” Charles gasped, in what felt like a drunken haze from all the pleasure. He couldn’t even remember how many times he’d come, amazed his body was still capable of producing such copious amounts of-
“Charles,” Erik moaned, hands suddenly gripping his shoulders hard as though he were trying to cut off Charles’ very thought. “You’ve been broadcasting,” he said. “I-I couldn’t stay away.” Erik’s eyes were blown wide, and Charles thought for a moment he looked like a zombie. A sex zombie turned by Charles’ broadcasting.
Erik laughed, well breathed hard, since laughing seemed like too much energy. Still, Charles bucked when it caused Erik to shift his hips, his cock still inside of Charles, still achingly hard. “You’re really cute when you’re embarrassed.”
Charles went to climb off of Erik then, but Erik dug his fingers into his hips to keep him still. He leveled his gaze with Charles, then, and Charles bit his lip. “I think that’s enough of you being on top, then,” he said, almost playfully.
Charles mock pouted as Erik handled him onto his back, his cock never leaving his body. “I have yet to be on top,” Charles whined, but Erik ignored him and instead began fucking him slowly, head between Charles’ knees, and his hands on the bed. Charles hissed, putting his hands on top of Erik’s before gripping his wrists hard for some leverage. The sudden change in lovemaking made Charles ache inside, Erik’s pace so slow it was on the verge of torture.
Erik suddenly seemed pleased in a sinister way. “So you call it lovemaking? Excellent,” Erik murmured, leaning down to suck Charles’ nipple. Charles hissed and dug his fingers into Erik’s arms, trying to shut down his telepathy because he couldn’t even think straight to pick up on Erik’s thoughts anymore, so why should Erik be allowed to see his own?
Charles bit his lip. “Perhaps we should be using rubbers,” he grunted, and then hissed when Erik bucked into him hard.
“Don’t you like feeling me inside of you?” Charles didn’t have to look to know that Erik was grinning.
“It’s just-ahh-ah-I don’t want to, ah, broadcast,” he mumbled, though he had a feeling Erik already knew. It just enforced his request.
Erik tisked, picking up his pace as he dropped kisses along Charles’ chest. Charles was digging his fingernails into Erik’s wrists now. “That would be fine, except I find I quite enjoy it. Aren’t you picking up on my thoughts as well, Charles?” Erik was mostly breathless, but he still somehow managed to keep his voice mostly even.
Charles cried out when he tapped into Erik’s mind, watching himself get fucked through Erik’s eyes, skin flushed and bruised and kissed red, his cock swollen and needy, and his asshole-which seemed to be Erik’s main focus-was a deep red where it swallowed Erik’s cock, cum smeared along his perineum and the inside of his thighs. He looked positively fucked out.
Then Erik was leading him through more than just fantasies. It seemed he couldn’t school his thoughts as well as Charles, probably from lack of practice, so after Erik guided him through a fantasy where Erik pulls Charles out of the shower to bend him over the counter and eat him out his mind then tried to skip over a memory of Erik brushing leaves out of Charles’ hair, and Charles can see that Erik mostly did it to touch his hair. Then Erik was pulling him to another fantasy where they’re in Erik’s bed, and Erik was holding him close and fucking him from behind, one hand tight around Charles’ waist while his other hand stroked Charles’ cock. But then Erik was remembering fondly the time when Charles accidentally fell asleep in his arms because he couldn’t stay awake for New Years. And then Erik-
Charles gasped when Erik pulled out of him completely, eyes wide. Charles suddenly couldn’t breathe. “E-Erik, you-“
Erik didn’t let Charles finish because suddenly he was kissing him hard and sloppy, plunging back into Charles’ warmth. Charles came suddenly, body shuddering around Erik’s cock, slicking their chests with his spunk.
Erik came inside of him one last time, and Charles couldn’t help but notice how the fixtures in the room were groaning with him, warping slightly before popping back into their normal shape. Erik slumped against him and he suddenly felt entirely too heavy and too fucked open, and it made him feel sated.
“Let me lie on top of you for a while,” Erik said, shifting his arms so that he wasn’t entirely resting on top of Charles. Even though he’d gone soft he didn’t want to pull out of Charles, and Charles didn’t seem inclined to push the issue, even though he felt a shower would be necessary. Immediately.
There was only a knock on the door as a warning before Hank came in. “It seems your serotonin levels are off the charts and the only thing-I-I-Oh my god!”, he squeaked, turning on his heel and pulling the door shut. Charles could sense him breaking out into a run to get away from the scene that would inevitably scar him for life.
Charles laughed, wrapping his arms around Erik’s neck as Erik finally slid out of him and rolled over to curl against his side. “Perhaps I should go have a conversation with Hank,” Charles said, clearly not feeling up to the task.
Erik sighed, pushing Charles onto his side, facing away from Erik. Charles shivered when Erik pressed his cock into him again, surprised Erik wasn’t finished yet, and even more surprised to find his own body responding. “Just stay here,” Erik murmured between thrusts. “What’s the worst that could happen?”