Clothesure
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Shout out to Readercat on AO3. Read her story, Coming Home. It's where I got the inspiration for this story.
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Charles, determined to prove his point, walks from behind Raven's turned back and stands right in front of her face. With every move of his legs, Raven can hear the soft rubbing of his...meat...as he stopped a few inches from her. She practically shivers at the imagery.
“Raven, you are absolutely right! This is quite liberating; I haven't felt so free and unlimited since I was a babe. I should stay like this forever.”
Erik's irritation at that suggestion flares up. A chorus of MINE MINE ONLY MINE! flits through the man's brain. No one else can see that body. ONLY Erik.
Oh God, that body! Now that he has the chance to stare, he can't stop. Erik was too shocked at first to register anything past the fact that Charles was stark naked in the kitchen.
But now...
It's as if he has suddenly developed tunnel vision, blocking out all sounds and images unless it is Charles. Erik's eyes devour the sight he has only dared to think of in the dark of night when he is sure the telepath is asleep.
Charles' body is not perfect, but it is certainly a thing of beauty. The smaller man has a runner's body, lean and lithe. His pale neck leads down to a pair of tantalizing collarbones, jutting out slightly underneath that milky white skin. From there, Erik's eyes travel lower to lightly muscled pectorals. With each word, Charles' lungs would expand, raising and lowering those tiny pink nipples. Charles' toned arms frame a smooth stomach with a tiny belly button that Erik can't help but find absolutely adorable.
Lower and lower, Erik's eyes go. A lean waist, hip bone poking out slightly.
Erik's heart races as he travels further. Distantly, Erik remembers to swallow. Shaw had once told him, after rewarding Erik with food after a particularly good “experiment”, that the salivary glands in a person's mouth produce more saliva when the person is presented with an image of a delectable treat.
And what a treat, Charles is.
The man's ...meat... is definitely above average. Uncircumcised and flaccid, it rests atop two round, pink globes. The tip rests about a good 4 inches away from Charles' scrotum, pointing to his well muscled thighs.
The man's body is oddly devoid of hair (well...he has hair where it counts), encouraging the innocent youthful appearance that Charles always carries like a mask.
Raven groans, hand still on her eyes. “Charles, you can't walk around naked!”
Charles grabs ahold of the hand covering her face and gently tugs on it. She screams and twists out of his grip.
Hank, despite his fervent wish for the ground to suck him up, finds himself hiding his soft laughter behind his hand.
“And why ever not, Raven? It is a part of me, is it not?” He parrots her earlier words back to her. Alex lets out a loud “HAH!” and pumps a triumphant fist into the air.
Hank, eyes still staring at everything that is most definitely NOT naked, meekly puts in, “He does have a point, Raven. How come it's OK for YOU to be naked, just cause you're blue and not – ”
He doesn't know whether he should finish that sentence or not. He already knows some therapy will probably be required in the near future for what he's just seen. Maybe the Professor can wipe his memory...
Sean is on the floor now, clutching his stomach in pain from the laughter. “OH GOD! OH GOD, STOP! I'm dying....I'm dying!”
“OKAY! OH MY GOD, CHARLES, OK! I won't walk around naked anymore!” As if to reaffirm the promise, Raven's scales ripple to form a knee length skirt and blouse. “NOW GO PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!”
Raven let go of her voluntary blindness when she hears Alex exclaim, “Whoa, dude that was so cool! How did you do that?”
She's transformed enough around them to know it doesn't surprise them anymore, so it must be Charles eliciting the reaction.
Her fingers slowly spread, creating a slit. She slowly opens her eyes, meeting Charles' amused gaze first. Slowly, her eyes travel down his neck – to a shirt collar. Her hand comes down and she looks at her brother, fully clothed, standing in front of her with a smug grin on his face.
“It was but an illusion, my dear. I gave you the appearance that I was naked but, as you can see, I am quite appropriately attired.”
Hank's eyebrows raise in fascination, a trail of questions on the tip of his tongue. Sean is shocked into silence, hands still holding his stomach – and still on the floor. Alex is grinning like an idiot Damn, the Professor is COOL!
Thank you, Alex. I think you are cool, as well.
Erik, food now completely forgotten and burnt, watches Charles with blown pupils, shortened breaths, and an achingly hard erection. If 'naked Charles' is enough to turn Erik into a speechless pile of goo, then Charles' show of power can turn Erik into a lust-filled horny monster.
If Charles registers the stream of MEIN GOTT, I WANT HIM HE'S PERFECT I WANT HIM MINE MINE MINE NOW! from Erik, he is not gracing it with a response.
Raven eyes her brother with a mixture of anger, relief and amusement as he places a hand on her shoulders. “Raven, I love you no matter whether you are a mutant or not. I agree with you in saying that you should not need to hide, but the world is not ready for a blue girl RIGHT NOW.”
When Raven looks set to argue that point, Charles raised a hand to stop what he knew is coming. They've been through it too many times for him not to.
“Yes, I know. And you, as well as all living things on this planet, deserve a world where they are accepted for what they are. But we all know that this world is not, and is far from, what we want it to be. But it is a world that I, and all of you, are fighting and striving for. Which is why, in this house, you are free to be who you are; a mutant. You are free to let go of your masks...” Charles ran the back of his right hand over her cheek. At the soft touch, Raven can't help but close her eyes and lean into her brother's, always, comforting touch.
Charles registers the spike of jealousy from Erik that followed the innocent gesture.
“This is a safe haven that I intend to open up to all mutants that choose to take sanctuary here. But, as a member of a household that has more than one occupant, there are still freedoms that you need to sacrifice when you are in public. Just as I wouldn't walk around naked, you should not either just because your mutation is a physical one. I do apologize for lecturing you like this in front of everybody, my dear, but consider it an apology to everybody on behalf of you for the, shall we say, lack of common courtesy.”
Raven slowly opens her eyes and stares intently into Charles' blue orbs. Whatever it is she is looking for, she must have found it. She launches herself at Charles, arms wrapping around his neck, and an extremely high pitched “CHARLES” fills the air. Sean certainly has some competition for the title of Banshee.
“My dear sister, how could you ever think that I would ever consider you to be anything other than the most beautiful woman in all the world?! You are beautiful blue, black, pink, white, yellow, brown....well I don't know about purple – ”
She pulls back and slaps him on the arm.
“OW!” He chuckles, massaging the hurt limb. “I'm serious, Raven.”
She sniffles a bit, completely ignoring the two sets of eyes rolling in exasperation at the breakfast table. She's always wanted to hear those words from him. Hastily, she blinks away the moisture blurring her vision.
Erik has already forgotten about eating, having turned off the stove and is now standing in front of the oven, fists clenched into tense balls at his sides.
Oh Erik's hungry, all right...hungry for something else. He's staring at Charles as a lion would watch its prey, ready to pounce on it the moment it breaks free from the herd. Though Charles is fully clothed now, Erik can still see the image in his head.
Erik's eyes roam over Charles' face, the only naked part of his body, completely ignorant of the other people in the room. The brown hair, the OH MY GOD SO BLUE eyes, those lips I just want to bite them!, that neck and collarbone (drool).
As Erik travels along the clothed parts of Charles' body, his mind replays the swing of Charles' naked hips, the way his abdomen and thigh muscles flexed with each step.
Distantly, Erik registers a deep, throaty, growling noise emanating from somewhere. It stops quickly when Erik realizes the growling is coming from his own throat. With no small amount of willpower, Erik suppresses his animalistic, lust-filled senses from completely taking over and jumping on the Professor.
Charles looks over Raven's shoulder and, catching Erik's eye (and intentions because Erik is like a loud speaker right now screaming I WANT TO FUCK YOU LIKE AN ANIMAL, CHARLES), licks his lips nervously.
Well, maybe not out of nervousness, seeing as how Charles knows exactly what that tiny little pink tongue, darting out to wet those plump red lips, would do to the horny predator watching him like a hawk from across the room.
THAT LITTLE MINX! Erik's had enough! In three strides, he's across the room and has grabbed ahold of Charles' right arm. For the sake of the students, Charles looks appropriately startled.
“Erik, I know you're mad at me for chastising Raven, but can we please not do this right here?” I'm going to rip your clothes off and ride you like a bull, Erik Lehnsherr.
Practically dragging a “reluctant” Charles along by the arm, Erik storms out of the kitchen and up the stairs to the study where they can argue in peace.
The kids know enough to stay out of their way for the next few hours.
TBC...
Next chapter will have smut so stay tuned!!!