THE X-MEN FIRST CLASS KINK MEME: PROMPT POST

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FILL: Five Times Charles Argued with Someone About his Paralysis 5b/6

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“It seems I killed his father and brother. His father was a mutant police officer who had never told anyone about his ability. His brother was also in the force, not a mutant, but the father of a mutant.” He looked troubled. “It skips generations. Some mutants don’t know they are, some humans think they are but aren’t...”

Charles understood. The complexity of it was starting to finally catch up, past Erik’s anger and resentment.

“I didn’t kill him. I could’ve, but I didn’t. I had Azazel return him home and told him to look after his brother’s children and make sure they grew up proud. If they want their revenge... I will accept that.” Erik watched the board. “I didn’t mean to kill them.”

“Yes, you did,” Charles said softly. “You didn’t intend the outcome of those deaths.” Death was meaningless to Erik. The consequences of death something he’d been trained and programmed to forget and ignore. “Your mother was human,” he said softly.

“She was,” Erik agreed. “I, my God, I don’t think she’d like me very much, Charles.”

“She would love you still.”

“But she would not like me.” He finally looked up. “Do you like me, Charles?”

He wanted to say no. He wanted to say yes. He wanted to slap him hard and kiss him and never let him go. “Most of the time. I don’t like things you do, I don’t like some parts of you, but inside? Yes, I mostly like you.”

I still love you.

“I’m tired of fighting.”

“But you’re not willing to stop.”

“No,” Erik agreed. “Not until I know we’re safe.”

“There is no safe, Erik. And we’re not a marginalised, powerless people. If they turn on us, do you think I intend to sit here and watch them take my children? Do you think those children will be powerless to fight back? I have a pair of brothers who can tear apart tanks and buildings with just a gesture. I have minds that have already developed computers small enough to fit on a desk.” He reached forwards and touched Erik’s hand. “We could have a man who could stop any bullet, any missile, just with a thought. And our powers don’t run out. Their ammunition does. I’m prepared to fight, but not if I don’t have to.”

He could feel Erik’s hand trembling.

“Take off that helmet and come home, Erik.”

He couldn’t do it for him. He wanted to. Wanted to rip it off and throw it away and use it for Hank’s experiments. But Erik had to take that step himself.

He gestured and the helmet came off. Erik’s mind flooded the room and Charles didn’t realise how intensely he’d been focusing on him until they clicked back together like they’d barely been apart.

Three years of thoughts and feelings and impressions flooded between them, nothing concrete or distinct, just impressions and sensations and Erik shoved the chess board aside and let it fall as he hit the floor on his knees, hands cupping Charles’ face and kissing him.

Charles wrapped his arms around Erik’s waist and hauled him closer, using the movement to part his own knees and tuck Erik in close, where he could kissing him and breathing him in. Erik was murmuring in German against his lips and Charles knew they were both crying and clinging and kissing just for the feel of being close again, of having missed someone like a physical pain.