X-Men: First Class fic - Assassination (It's Not For Everyone), Epilogue
The end, at least for now. Whether it remains that way is still unknown, so various questions are still unanswered, but hopefully in a way that nobody will want to punch me for :)
To ascoolsuchasi for the final time, because your response to part three made me cry uncontrollably with tears of joy. True story.
Part one, Part two, and Part three.
Sometime the next day, they’re halfway through a lazy, mid-morning blow job when Mystique barges through the door.
“Charles, what the hell are your clothes doing all over the hall and - oh, Jesus, I did not need to see that!”
There’s a brief silence, in which Erik tries to stifle a moan as Charles’ mouth carries on doing exactly what it was before they were interrupted, and then Mystique says, in a carefully controlled voice, “I’m going to come back in ten minutes, and you’d both better be wearing pants.”
She walks out, pointedly not looking at either of them.
Charles flicks a glance up at Erik, but doesn’t say anything, his mouth being, as has already been mentioned, otherwise occupied.
“Don’t you dare stop,” Erik tells him, correctly interpreting his look. “Ten minutes, remember?”
True to her word, Mystique comes back, although she knocks first this time and enters the room with her eyes firmly shut.
“You can look now,” Charles says, from where he’s sitting cross-legged on the bed wearing a bathrobe.
Mystique opens one eye and then, seeing it’s safe, opens the other.
“So,” she says, looking from him to Erik, who’s leaning against the headboard, also in a bathrobe and feeling a bit dazed. He hadn’t thought it was possible to come half a dozen times in twelve hours but he and Charles had just spent the entire night proving how wrong he’d been to think so. “I’m guessing you two -” she makes a vaguely suggestive gesture with her hand.
“If by -” Charles copies the gesture “- you mean had incredibly satisfying sex, then,” he turns to grin at Erik, who raises an eyebrow but can’t stop the answering smirk, “yes. Yes we did.”
“Ugh, I forgot how smug you are when you get laid,” Mystique says, wrinkling her nose. “Whatever, I guess that explains the clothes all over the hall. It doesn’t explain the blood, of course,” she adds, eyeing them suspiciously. Erik wonders if she’s checking them for wounds. “If it’s some kinky sex thing, I’d really prefer it if you kept that to yourself -”
“Raven!” Charles yelps, embarrassed and blushing in a way that Erik suspects he will never stop being fascinated by.
“Oh,” Mystique - or Raven, Erik supposes. Both names suit her, although he prefers Mystique - says to Charles, sounding amused now. “You finally got his name, did you? About time, I was wondering if that wasn’t a sex thing as well.”
“Oh, god,” Charles groans, hiding his face.
“I had no idea, Charles,” Erik says innocently, because at heart he’s a bastard. “I can keep calling you Professor, if you like.”
“Don’t you bloody start,” Charles gripes at him. “You’ve been here nearly two weeks and you only just asked my name yesterday, and then only because you wanted to sleep with me.”
“Yeah, the boys told me they walked in on you the other day,” Mystique laughs. “I think you’ve permanently damaged Alex - well,” she adds, “more than he usually is, anyway. Havok,” she says to Erik, “is a dick, but he means well. Mostly.”
“He’s really not that bad,” Charles interjects. “Raven just doesn’t like him because he keeps hitting on her.”
“I never said I didn’t like him,” Mystique says, surprised. “I do like him, I’m just pissed at him because he and Hank keep having sex without me.”
“Beast,” Charles explains to Erik, and then, “What do you mean without you?”
Mystique raises an eyebrow at him, then says to Erik, “I hope you didn’t give him a concussion while you were, uh, busy last night. He’s not that bright at the best of times, if you keep banging away his brain cells -”
“Excuse me, I’m not an idiot, I am a professor, you know!” Charles protests, and both Mystique and Erik burst out laughing.
“Oh, god, Charles, you are so easy,” Mystique grins. “In more ways than one,” she goes on, staring pointedly at where Erik’s hand has been slowly creeping along Charles’ thigh for the past five minutes and Charles is tracing patterns on the back of Erik’s hand absent-mindedly. They both pause in surprise; Erik hadn’t even realised they’d been doing it.
“Um,” Charles says, and Erik is close enough to see his eyes darken a little.
“Yes,” Erik says carefully.
“Anyway,” Mystique says loudly, “I’m going to go now, you two are clearly going to be impossible to be around. On the bright side,” she adds suddenly, “now you’ve both finally pulled your heads out of your asses, you just won me fifty bucks, so I guess I can’t be too mad at you.”
“You were betting on whether Erik and I would have sex?” Charles splutters indignantly.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Mystique says impatiently. “We were betting on when.”
Charles makes an outraged sound as she turns to leave, but it quickly turns interested as Erik slides his hand under Charles’ bathrobe. Charles rolls across the bed to get to him and is halfway through pushing the robe off his shoulders when Mystique pokes her head around the door again.
“I forgot to mention - oh, for the love of god, at least wait until I’ve left the room!”
“Go away, Raven!” Charles shouts, as he hooks a leg over Erik’s hips and pushes their bodies together.
“I just wanted to say - I found a lead about who might be trying to kill you both.”
“That’s nice,” Charles answers, clearly not listening to a word she’s saying, and for good reason too - Erik’s got a warm hand wrapped around his cock and is jerking him off as slowly as possible, just because he likes how foul-mouthed Charles is when he gets frustrated. “For fuck’s sake, Erik, I’ll do it myself if you don’t -”
“Oh, god, I did not hear that, this is not happening,” Erik hears Mystique complain in the background. “Charles, just - ah, fuck it. I’ll leave you to it. If you hit your head again I’m not taking you to the emergency room, Charles!” and then, “Hey assholes! They’re fucking like rabbits up here, pay up!”
This last comment is clearly directed to the boys, and Erik can hear a trio of distant voices make disappointed noises. He snorts but shakes his head when Charles looks at him questioningly.
“Nothing,” he says, shoving their bathrobes away so he can see his hand on Charles’ cock. “I think we’ve scarred her as much as we have - Alex?” he asks in confirmation. He’s got a lot of new names to remember which is going to be difficult when Charles is occupying so much of his attention.
Charles nods. “Serves her right, she should have knocked. She’s learned a valuable lesson today.”
“Yes,” Erik agrees. “For a start she learned you’re a total slut.”
“Oh, shut up, you love it,” Charles says. He pushes Erik back against the headboard and straddles his hips, and Erik grins up at him.
“Yeah,” he admits. “But only because you’re a total slut for me.”
(Which, as everyone knows, is emotionally stunted adult male-speak for I love you).
This way to the sequel
To ascoolsuchasi for the final time, because your response to part three made me cry uncontrollably with tears of joy. True story.
Part one, Part two, and Part three.
Sometime the next day, they’re halfway through a lazy, mid-morning blow job when Mystique barges through the door.
“Charles, what the hell are your clothes doing all over the hall and - oh, Jesus, I did not need to see that!”
There’s a brief silence, in which Erik tries to stifle a moan as Charles’ mouth carries on doing exactly what it was before they were interrupted, and then Mystique says, in a carefully controlled voice, “I’m going to come back in ten minutes, and you’d both better be wearing pants.”
She walks out, pointedly not looking at either of them.
Charles flicks a glance up at Erik, but doesn’t say anything, his mouth being, as has already been mentioned, otherwise occupied.
“Don’t you dare stop,” Erik tells him, correctly interpreting his look. “Ten minutes, remember?”
True to her word, Mystique comes back, although she knocks first this time and enters the room with her eyes firmly shut.
“You can look now,” Charles says, from where he’s sitting cross-legged on the bed wearing a bathrobe.
Mystique opens one eye and then, seeing it’s safe, opens the other.
“So,” she says, looking from him to Erik, who’s leaning against the headboard, also in a bathrobe and feeling a bit dazed. He hadn’t thought it was possible to come half a dozen times in twelve hours but he and Charles had just spent the entire night proving how wrong he’d been to think so. “I’m guessing you two -” she makes a vaguely suggestive gesture with her hand.
“If by -” Charles copies the gesture “- you mean had incredibly satisfying sex, then,” he turns to grin at Erik, who raises an eyebrow but can’t stop the answering smirk, “yes. Yes we did.”
“Ugh, I forgot how smug you are when you get laid,” Mystique says, wrinkling her nose. “Whatever, I guess that explains the clothes all over the hall. It doesn’t explain the blood, of course,” she adds, eyeing them suspiciously. Erik wonders if she’s checking them for wounds. “If it’s some kinky sex thing, I’d really prefer it if you kept that to yourself -”
“Raven!” Charles yelps, embarrassed and blushing in a way that Erik suspects he will never stop being fascinated by.
“Oh,” Mystique - or Raven, Erik supposes. Both names suit her, although he prefers Mystique - says to Charles, sounding amused now. “You finally got his name, did you? About time, I was wondering if that wasn’t a sex thing as well.”
“Oh, god,” Charles groans, hiding his face.
“I had no idea, Charles,” Erik says innocently, because at heart he’s a bastard. “I can keep calling you Professor, if you like.”
“Don’t you bloody start,” Charles gripes at him. “You’ve been here nearly two weeks and you only just asked my name yesterday, and then only because you wanted to sleep with me.”
“Yeah, the boys told me they walked in on you the other day,” Mystique laughs. “I think you’ve permanently damaged Alex - well,” she adds, “more than he usually is, anyway. Havok,” she says to Erik, “is a dick, but he means well. Mostly.”
“He’s really not that bad,” Charles interjects. “Raven just doesn’t like him because he keeps hitting on her.”
“I never said I didn’t like him,” Mystique says, surprised. “I do like him, I’m just pissed at him because he and Hank keep having sex without me.”
“Beast,” Charles explains to Erik, and then, “What do you mean without you?”
Mystique raises an eyebrow at him, then says to Erik, “I hope you didn’t give him a concussion while you were, uh, busy last night. He’s not that bright at the best of times, if you keep banging away his brain cells -”
“Excuse me, I’m not an idiot, I am a professor, you know!” Charles protests, and both Mystique and Erik burst out laughing.
“Oh, god, Charles, you are so easy,” Mystique grins. “In more ways than one,” she goes on, staring pointedly at where Erik’s hand has been slowly creeping along Charles’ thigh for the past five minutes and Charles is tracing patterns on the back of Erik’s hand absent-mindedly. They both pause in surprise; Erik hadn’t even realised they’d been doing it.
“Um,” Charles says, and Erik is close enough to see his eyes darken a little.
“Yes,” Erik says carefully.
“Anyway,” Mystique says loudly, “I’m going to go now, you two are clearly going to be impossible to be around. On the bright side,” she adds suddenly, “now you’ve both finally pulled your heads out of your asses, you just won me fifty bucks, so I guess I can’t be too mad at you.”
“You were betting on whether Erik and I would have sex?” Charles splutters indignantly.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Mystique says impatiently. “We were betting on when.”
Charles makes an outraged sound as she turns to leave, but it quickly turns interested as Erik slides his hand under Charles’ bathrobe. Charles rolls across the bed to get to him and is halfway through pushing the robe off his shoulders when Mystique pokes her head around the door again.
“I forgot to mention - oh, for the love of god, at least wait until I’ve left the room!”
“Go away, Raven!” Charles shouts, as he hooks a leg over Erik’s hips and pushes their bodies together.
“I just wanted to say - I found a lead about who might be trying to kill you both.”
“That’s nice,” Charles answers, clearly not listening to a word she’s saying, and for good reason too - Erik’s got a warm hand wrapped around his cock and is jerking him off as slowly as possible, just because he likes how foul-mouthed Charles is when he gets frustrated. “For fuck’s sake, Erik, I’ll do it myself if you don’t -”
“Oh, god, I did not hear that, this is not happening,” Erik hears Mystique complain in the background. “Charles, just - ah, fuck it. I’ll leave you to it. If you hit your head again I’m not taking you to the emergency room, Charles!” and then, “Hey assholes! They’re fucking like rabbits up here, pay up!”
This last comment is clearly directed to the boys, and Erik can hear a trio of distant voices make disappointed noises. He snorts but shakes his head when Charles looks at him questioningly.
“Nothing,” he says, shoving their bathrobes away so he can see his hand on Charles’ cock. “I think we’ve scarred her as much as we have - Alex?” he asks in confirmation. He’s got a lot of new names to remember which is going to be difficult when Charles is occupying so much of his attention.
Charles nods. “Serves her right, she should have knocked. She’s learned a valuable lesson today.”
“Yes,” Erik agrees. “For a start she learned you’re a total slut.”
“Oh, shut up, you love it,” Charles says. He pushes Erik back against the headboard and straddles his hips, and Erik grins up at him.
“Yeah,” he admits. “But only because you’re a total slut for me.”
(Which, as everyone knows, is emotionally stunted adult male-speak for I love you).
This way to the sequel