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First Years. They got under Erik's skin worse than a billywig's sting. The end of the days classes had not found him soon enough. Sweeping his robe around him he paced the office with a faint glower to his expression. He had made the majority of the first years cower under his stare with threats of making them prepare antidotes for their final to

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Turning his attention to the heavily breathing man at last, Erik watched Charles, his face the perfect example of disinterest with just a hint of distaste at the insult. He leaned back on his desk, hands resting on the edge, watching, staring intently at the other Professor for far longer than necessary, silent until he felt the other wizard might speak up.

"A personal attack? Honestly, Professor, our school days are long past. If you think my disciplining of your prefect is a judgement on you I should think perhaps you have been staring into tea leaves too long. You are becoming rather paranoid." He leaned a little further against the desk.

He was lying through his teeth, of course. Yes, the prefect irritated him, but he was finding more and more reasons lately to ruffle the younger Professor's feathers. He took a strange enjoyment in watching him, flustered and irritable and huffing his complaints. Any excuse to drag him from that tower. He was carefully creative about it, always just on the edge, detentions and point docking that were just unjust enough to catch his attentions.

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Charles' jaw snapped shut when Erik began speaking. Huffing slightly, the younger man glared at his colleague. "Lehnsherr, you and I both know that you were, are and always will be the most irritating, insufferable, uninteresting, vile wizard of this Earth." He spat. Then internally winced, perhaps it was a bit harsh, but Xavier was on a roll now.

Though really, he wanted to do nothing more than reach across the desk and kiss that smugness off of those thin lips.

"This is the fifth time this week I've had to stomp down here, and it's only Wednesday! I refuse to believe that this is a foolish, unprofessional attempt to discipline my students!" He growled, staring intently into Erik's eyes.

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Oh, Erik had heard plenty of Xavier's insults before, but vile and uninteresting? Really? He quirked a brow at Charles before letting his expression settle again. He had a temper. Everyone in Hogwarts was well aware of that. Most days Erik could keep a fairly firm hold of that temper. He was not the sort to scream and shout most cases, it always started the same. A faint shake of rage to his shoulders, the narrowing of eyes and gritting of teeth. No one could get under his skin quite as well as Charles Xavier, when the wealthy little prat Divinations Professor chose to bite back.

Could he help it if Charles looked best with his eyes fierce and his jaws set like that? The faint flare to his nostrils and the tightening of his lips were familiar sights. Even in their school days he had had an unhealthy obsession with ruffling the calm of the charming Ravenclaw. Of commanding the attention of intense azure stares.

"No one forces you to come down here and interrupt my work but yourself, Xavier." Vile and uninteresting? He pushed off the desk, fingers tightening on his wand, teeth set, eyes narrowed, and took a step forward.

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Charles growls, eyes flashing dangerously, "The only one who forces me here is you, Lehnsherr! Your unfair treatment of my students is getting ridiculous!" Before he can stop himself, Charles takes a few strides towards Erik before grabbing the lapels of his robes and pushing the taller man into the stone wall of his classroom.

"You have no one to blame but yourself, you insufferably handsome git!" He nearly yells before crushing his lips onto Erik's.

God, his lips feel so good. Charles had no excused for what had come over him, safe for the sudden urge to kiss the German-accented man before him. For a few moments, he simply loses himself in the friction of their lips against one another, the itch of slight stubble brushing his chin. Erik smelled of Potions, cologne, and something much more earthy and natural.

But before long, Charles' brain caught up and began screaming at him. What the fuck was he thinking?! Pulling away as fast as he had swooped down on the unassuming Professor, Charles recoiled before swinging a slap across his face, as if by reaction.

Holding his hand as it buzzed with pain, the slap echoing through the empty classroom, Charles turned on his heel and bolted out of the room with a clik-clak on the stone floors, right up to the tower where he may lock himself and die of shame.

/edits forever

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The shove nearly had him hurling a curse at the other Professor, and to hell with professional, at least until warm lips covered his and fisted hands pressed into his chest with the grip on his robe. His eyes widened slightly and just as he's about to give in, to return the kiss and drag the younger wizard closer, Charles pulls way as suddenly as he had started it and slaps him.

He stared after Charles until long after the swish of expensive robes and clack of fancy shoes dashing off had vanished, a stinging burn across his cheek. Raising his hand he touched his fingers to his lips, running his tongue over his lower lip reflexively. Had he been hit with a confundus charm? It certainly felt that way. His hand rested over the warm, reddened spot on his cheek as he leaned against the wall.

Charles smelled like tea and incense.

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As soon as Charles was in his room, he flopped most unceremoniously on his armchair and buried his hands in his head.

"Charlie boy, you've done and muddled it up." This called for a night of very heavy drinking and sobbing while staring at the wall. A very productive evening and night.

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That morning Charles not only regretted kissing Erik [He didn't regret the slap one bit! How dare that man be so infuriatingly handsome!] but also consuming the 1.5 bottles of scotch he had stashed away. Sluggishly, with bags under his eyes, he made his way to the Great Hall. Thankfully it was Saturday and thus he had only one class of Sixth years who generally kept to themselves, Bless their souls.

Slumping in his seat at the Head table, he was thankful for the relatively bland breakfast that appeared before him. The House elves must have heard him during the night. Hell, the faculty and students of Beauxbaton could have heard him becoming a sobbing drunken mess if it weren't for the SIlencing spell he had put on himself.

Staring at his breakfast, poking the scrambled eggs with his fork, Charles replayed what had gone wrong last night. He went to settle the score with Lehnsherr, started to argue his points, Lehnsherr argued back and then Charles kissed and slapped him....

Silently, Charles Francis Xavier wished for the bowels of Hell to open the floor below him and swallow him whole.

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Erik was fashionably late for breakfast, making his way back to the Great Hall with a casual step, he slipped past the Slytherin table, stopping to have a word with a few of his students before taking his seat. He honestly was not a whole lot better off than Charles, though it didn't look it. Thank Merlin for Saturdays.

His eyes drifted now and then to Charles to catch glimpses of the other Professor's slumped form. Half his night had been spent pacing, debating whether or not to demand an explanation from the Divinations Professor. Had he really slapped Erik for being handsome? He ate slowly, thoughtfully as he stared out at the students, avoiding the temptation to continue to stare at soft brown hair and captivating blue eyes. No! He would not obsess over this. Even if he had for half the night.

He licked his lips again, playing it off as if it were to do with the food, rather than thinking about his back to cold stone tiles, and a warm body shoved up against him. Or the feel of those soft lips against his. He shook his head, trying to refocus. This was going to be a long day.

Thank Merlin Charles' class was in the tower.

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As soon as Erik walked-Nay, sauntered- into the Great Hall, Charles' eyes were on him, before he forced himself to look away, pretending to listen to what the Ruins teacher had to say.

Laughing slightly at some odd-ball joke he had cracked, Charles glanced at his Enemy Number One. Erik looked just as sleep deprived as he had. Maybe he should apologiz--No! No, the smug bastard had it coming.

"Oh, bugger me." He sighed into his cup of morning tea. Thank whoever that his classroom was so far away from Erik's, or he may end up bursting in and snogging the man against the wall...Before punching him in the jaw, that is.

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The Potions Professor forced himself to focus on things other than the peal of Charles' laughter or the growing desires to sneak glances towards the Divinations Professor. He had no idea how to handle this situation when his indignance at being slapped was so heavily muted by the desire to retaliate in a very different way. To catch Charles as off guard as he had been and feel those vibrantly red lips- No! He uttered a low growl at his plate of food, suddenly not nearly as hungry as he had been when he dragged himself to the Great Hall.

His eyes drifted back to Charles again where he seemed to be daydreaming, staring across the hall with a cup to his lips and Erik knew it was tea. He was fairly certain the wizard lived on the stuff. He probably tasted like tea, the leafy bouquet of it stained onto his tongue until kissing him was like drinking a cup.

He shot his glance back down, finishing the last of the food on his plate before muttering something about scrolls to grade and excusing himself. He had to get away from Charles before his body resolved to do something about that exasperating wizard and his tempting lips.

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Charles found himself glaring at the retreating back of one Professor Erik Lehnsherr. Coward. His lips set in a straight line, Charles took another sip of his tea, his hand shaking as his cruel mind flashes sensations of Erik's cool lips on his own, then on his neck, and--Oh, those lips must feel so good around my---WHOA!

The Divination Professor felt his entire body blush, making the light dusting of freckles on his cheeks and nose stand out. Curse that man!

Excusing himself from the table, Charles all but ran to the Tower to prepare for his lesson and grade some papers and not think about Erik. Nope.

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Erik would have been impressed he lasted as long as he did, if it were not for his feet carrying him up the moving staircases now. He had not been back to the Tower since his own school days, and even then only fleetingly, yet he knew the path to it so well it surprised him.

For hours he had fumed within his office. Emotions flashing between indignant rage at Charles actions and a burning desire to shove him against the nearest surface and erase the growing number of mental fantasies in his head with very real sensations. He growled again, under his breath. His robes puffing out slightly behind him as he upped his pace.

Bloody bastard, getting in his head like this. Charles was taunting him. He was certain of it. He had planned all this just to drive Erik mad. The phantom sting on his cheek and the ghostly feel of those lips, that his mind was placing so many other places on his body. He shuddered slightly, pausing in his steps to glare darkly at the moving portraits along the wall.

Taking the rest of the steps up to the tower two at a time like an impatient school boy, he paused below the trap door and his eyes narrowed. This classroom was utterly ridiculous. There was no way to go about entering it that was not the equivalent of crawling into an attic space and he could already smell the faint scent of tea escaping the room.

His thoughts shifted immediately back to how Charles' lips would taste, and to the soft smells that clung to his robes. He wet his lips with his tongue and ran a hand through his hair. Curse Xavier. This was all his fault.

Begrudgingly, he climbed up through the trap door, praying that Charles was in his office and would not see him crawling through the hole in the floor.

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Luckily for Erik, Charles was, in fact, in his office, sitting behind his desk, slumped forward slightly. If The Potions Master cared to listen at the ajar door for a moment, he'd hear soft breaths and a very slight rumple of clothing. The Divinations Professor was asleep, snoozing peacefully on his Third Years' essays, drooling ever so slightly.

The classroom had changed slightly since their school days, simply in the fact that it had an even more exotic feel to it. Pillows piled on pillows made of the softest silk created rows and rows of seats for his students. Small, low desks clustered in the center of the room, though a few sat in a misshapen U-form towards the front of the room where Charles' pillows and throws were. The only way to distinguish the rest from that of the Professor is the entire room is soft golds, oranges and reds with a few muted purples. Charles' spot was a bright vibrate blue and green space, though the luxury of the fabrics seemed the same.

The room smelled lightly of incense, though not in the overpowering, I-think-I-can't-breathe layer, though smoke was plentiful. And tea. Of course, tea.

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The opulence of the room would likely have been irritating to Erik any other time. He would have found ways to ruffle Charles with insults and insinuations, scoffed at he gaudiness of colors, rolled his eyes at the overabundance of silk. As it was, though, the soothing smells and the soft pillows practically blanketing most of the room put very different ideas in Erik's head. He wet his lips with his tongue. This had been a terrible idea.

Silently maneuvering his way to the slumped form of the other Professor, Erik wondered how long he could get away with just watching him. The younger wizard was far less grating when asleep. His hair was tousled slightly, expression peaceful in a way that made everything about Charles look softer and smoother. Or perhaps that was the room itself.

Without the scorning glare or the charming smile, Charles was even more alluring. Erik fought the urge to groan. He was torn between the desire to shove him against the wall and demand explanation or running a hand through hair that looked as silky soft as the pillows he wanted to push him down into.

Instead, he leaned forward on the desk, watching a few strands of hair rise and fall with Charles' soft breathing.

"Xavier." His tone was low and rumbled, a mix of frustration and the desire he shoved down almost violently. Charles had kept him restless and distracted since the Divinations Professor had stormed from his office, and he was going to make the younger wizard pay for that.

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With a soft yelp, Charles shot up mumbling something about cucumbers before rubbing his eyes, which made his look slightly childish, and focusing on Public[Charles] Enemy Number One standing in his doorway.

"Bugger. What do you want?" He frowned, almost immediately picking up his quill and continuing where he felt off as if he hadn't been asleep for the last few hours.

Then his expression turned slightly smug. "Perhaps you are here to apologize to me for being a prick last night and the last few years, and through our school days, and to tell me that you will no longer take points from my hard working students for bullshite reasons like...Whatever it was you took points off for." His back straightened as he leaned on his desk slightly, a smug smirk painted on those red lips of his, the blue hues of his office making his eyes even brighter.

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That smirk decided it and Erik was reaching for him and grabbing him roughly by the robes to drag him from the desk, toppling the chair and scattering papers in the process. He shoved the younger wizard against the wall, grey-green eyes darkened and narrowed.

"You owe me an explanation, Xavier." No titles, just frustrated annoyance. Of course Charles would go back to being that self-satisfied pompous prat the moment he woke up.

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Despite being so thoroughly manhandled, Charles' expression remained calm, his vibrant blues fixed of Erik's own quick-silver.

"I owe you nothing, Lehnsherr." He growled, gripping Erik's wrists, digging his short nails into the soft flesh.

"You are the one who owes me and my students points and hours of studying time wasted to detentions." He wiggled, "Now if you'll excuse me, Neanderthal, I have papers to grade." Charles made an attempt to get out of Erik's grasp.