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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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When Charles had noticed that points had been deducted from his House, he had been predictably upset. When he had heard from the students that the one who deducted points was none other than Professor Erik Lehnsherr, well...He had a bit of a bone to pick.

The trek from the Divination classroom in the Towers to the Potions one in the dungeons is a long one, but Charles all but run down the halls, frowning slightly. As he passed students, they attempted to talk to him, only to be startled into silence as he waved them off and continued on.

Storming down the drafty halls of Hogwarts, his designer shoes' heels clicking on the stones, expensive robes fluttering about him, not necessarily giving him an intimidating air, but certainly making him look more ethereal.

Without any notice, he barged into the Potions classroom. "Professor Lehnsherr!" He called loudly, spinning around the room, looking for his intended target. "Professor!" He nearly growled.

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Erik knew the sound of that voice and the echoing click of expensive shoes on the cold stone floor well. He rolled his eyes to himself, taking his time opening the door to his office, not bothering to grace the Divinations Professor with so much as a greeting glance. Divinations. The least sensical of all magic.

"Yes, Professor Xavier. What is it." He ignored the growling tone, turning his back to the Ravenclaw Head of House to set the book down on his desk, scribbling a few notes onto the page with his quill. "What brings you down from your high tower today?" He knew well enough why, and he was thankful the other man could not see the faintly smug smirk, though the tone on high tower was likely enough to rile the wizard further.

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Feathers sufficiently ruffled, Charles sputtered just a little. Yes, Divination wasn't the greatest of subjects, but--Oh Bugger it.

"Professor, while I realize that some students do well to irritate you, I would like to know why you felt the need to deduct points from my Prefect?" He spoke in a rushed, slightly out of breath tone. He and Erik had been schoolmates at one point, though the other was two years older than Charles, and sure they hadn't gotten quite on in school, but they were grown adults!

"If this is some sort of personal attack, I'd prefer you keep your judgement to only myself and keep my students and House out of whatever it is that is brewing in that fume-clogged brain of your's!" Once he stopped ranted, Charles took a few deep breathes, but to catch his lungs up.

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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

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Charles' own hands refused to stay idle for long and as soon as he was safely on the cushion of fabric, his deft fingers went to work, pushing and pulling and tugging and clawing at Erik's own robes and clothes, arching up into his body, urging the older man to hurry the hell up.

"God, Erik." He tilted his neck back, allowing for more room for Erik. While he hadn't been entirely virginal or innocent as people tend to perceive him to be, this was a new kind of heat. Rutting up against Erik like they are both hormonal teenagers only added fuel to the fire as he gasped and mewled and crooned for more.

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All those gorgeous sounds. He moaned in reply, shrugging out of his robes and tossing them away before letting his hands return to Charles. He sought out smooth, warm skin, hands running up and down Charles' sides before sliding up his chest, rucking up his clothing. He kissed the younger wizard again before his impatience got the better of him, pulling and tugging and pushing until Charles' robe was trapped beneath him, but blissfully off.

New expanses of pale skin he had never laid eyes on before were revealed and with a growl he descended on them like a man starved. Years of frustration and hunger he had not recognized spiking through his system as Charles continued to rut against him. He canted his hips down and bit at Charles' collarbone, fingers sliding down his sides again with the pressure of his nails.

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With surprising strength, Charles rips open Erik's shirt, not particularly giving a shit about the button flying across the room. His hand shake as he slides them up and down Erik's chest and stomach, arching his own back and purring.

Then Erik did that thing with his hips and Charles gasped loudly, arching against that frustrating mouth on his skin, wiggling ever so slightly at the nails scraping down his sides.

"Oh, Erik, just fuck me already." He really didn't mean to sound so desperate, but this was too much. They will have many more times after this for exploration and such but right now is the time for action.

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There's a list at least five scrolls long why they should not be doing this, and Erik still isn't sure how an argument dissolved into this. It's hard to remember anything negative about the younger wizard when he's squirming and writhing beneath him with all those desperate sounds, urging Erik forward.

Dragging Charles trousers down with impatient fingers, he pauses at his feet, squirming out of his own and tossing them out of the way. He had to admit he had never been quite this turned on. The blood was rushing down so fast he was starting to feel light headed.

He pressed three fingers against Charles red lips, sliding their bodies back together with a pleased groan and a hitch of his breath. He ground his hips down, seeking out more of that skin on skin friction.