Tomorrow would be the big day when he could get rid of Sebastian Shaw, the man who had deprived him of his childhood and, above all, of his mother. Sometimes he could still see the look on her face, the soft, tender look on his face as he tried to save her life, the touching look that meant she wasn't angry with him, or was he misinterpreting her? was she trying to tell him she was angry with him? that she wanted to be saved? Erik didn't try to think of that version.
He pushed open the door to his room and was surprised to come across a certain face, the face of an angel with beautiful eyes, whose owner was lying on his bed. Honestly? he wasn't going to mind.
- Well, this is a surprise.
- The nice kind ?
Charles raised his blue eyes to him, letting out a slight laugh before biting his lip for a moment and sitting up straight, looking serious.
- Get out Charles, I want to sleep and I know what you want to talk to me about and I don't want it.
Of course Charles knew that he knew, but he couldn't help it, killing Sébastien wasn't the solution, he didn't want Erik to stoop to that, he's not like them. These evil people, he's not like that. Charles knows they exist, he's not gullible, but the good ones are there too, they're not a minority. Some are just subject to authority, pressure, but they're not necessarily bad, sometimes they act out of fear, and that fear can be calmed, relaxed, by showing that no one is a danger.
- Erik, you know I don't want to bother you but I don't think this is the right thing to do, we can get through this without loss.
They'd had this conversation more than once, and Charles hoped his mind would change. He shifted for and so that his back rested on the wall of the bed, he'd removed his shoes beforehand, he'd always been a well-behaved boy. Erik turned towards him and he couldn't help letting his eyes roam over his face, his body... Erik is a charming man, the other man doesn't know if it's his eyes, gray ones he could immerse himself in for eternity, if it's his whole face, his most endearing personality. Charles hoped he hadn't misinterpreted her behavior towards him. Erik may be a petty, mocking man, but he's a good man, and towards Charles he's always pleasant... is it because he too has feelings, or is it just to fool and manipulate him better? Either way, the telepath would always be there for him.
Erik turned to him, pondering his response, and smiled slightly. His friend was as compassionate as ever, constantly trying to see only the good, and he understood the feeling, that's what he believed for years before realizing that men are just vile creatures who are frustrated at not being able to control something stronger than themselves. men are power-hungry and will do anything to attack something stronger than themselves. the weapons, the bombs, the equipment... it's never been about protection but about asserting themselves as powerful creatures, and it hurts him to admit that they're intelligent.
- Are you going to keep me awake until you try to convince me, my friend? You've got time, even all night. Don't try to trick me.
- Erik... this isn't-
- the solution mh?
The german settled down beside Charles, in the same position, his back pressed up against the headboard. I know you want me to be a hero, to let Shaw be treated like a criminal, to let these humans try to understand? Charles looked at him, with those bloody bright eyes and sometimes Erik felt that was his power, to bend people to his will with his gaze but not with his telepathy, a gaze full of tenderness, gentleness.
- I understand I can't change your mind but... we shouldn't stoop to this.
Erik grabbed the Englishman's chin, forcing him to look at him, but even he found it hard to keep his gaze in hers, occasionally tipping with his lips.
- We are superior Charles, we are the goal of evolution, we are the succession of this world. You should understand that. Charles hesitated, but but put his hands on Erik's shoulders, pulling him closer. he really hoped he wasn't misinterpreting. he didn't want to alienate the German. certainly not.
- But maybe we should have this conversation later, huh? You seem to be busy with something else.
He was right, Charles was elsewhere, he can't be content when Erik is so close and he didn't wait long to put his lips on hers and at first he was afraid, afraid that Erik would back off and Charles could have said no with his powers but he didn't, not even accidentally because he was more focused on the sensation of lips on his. He let out a soft moan when Erik put his hands on his hips, moving his lips against his. After a moment, both men pulled back simultaneously and the German let out a laugh.
- This is what you wanted when you came here, isn't it? he asked, sliding one of his hands up Charles' thigh, which made him shiver.
- You know I did, that's what I wanted, that's why I lay in your bed, hoping you'd come and take my clothes off, Erik.
Sometimes Charles really was a charmer and here it showed, especially with those beautiful eyes.
- Liebling, all you had to do was ask nicely, but no... you still had to try to change my mind about Shaw-
- To hell with Shaw, mutants, humans, I don't care Erik.
Charles grew impatient, even cutting him off as he straightened up to straddle the German, wrapping his arms around his neck to come back and kiss him, more fiercely than the first time, and Erik returned the kiss, with great pleasure, fingers sliding to remove the Londoner's cardigan, while his hands slid their fingers into his hair, gripping it gently.
It's nice, Charles makes him feel a lot of things, with him he felt like home, he felt like hugging him, protecting him, introducing him to his mother... With Charles, he felt like he could rule the whole world or just feel loved, again. His personality, his face, his actions, his body - everything about him was incredible, and Erik was completely under his spell.
The German suddenly tackled the other man against the mattress, slipping between his legs as he removed the telepath's shirt, well so impatient was he, he tore it off instead.
- You owe me a shirt, Erik.
- Meine Liebe, I'll give you anything you want. you really are... He murmured as he slid his lips against the telepath's neck. Perfection. the most beautiful thing on this earth, Charles.