You're walking home and take the usual short-cut into an alley that runs behind your apartment building. You'd done so for three years at this point and had never run into trouble before, so your guard was down when a mugger threw you against the wall from behind. You're winded as your back hits the brick, and he holds one of his hands in an odd position, as if he's going to shoot lasers out of it. Memories of your violent childhood come rushing forth and you feel emotionally numb.
"Listen, man, I have like fifty dollars to my name, you picked the wrong person to mug," you express monotonously.
"Then I guess you're just going to become dust, like so much has by my tou- AHHH!! WHAT THE FUCK MAN-!" His jacket, then shirt, then his very being slowly unmaterializes in front of you. At this, you admittedly feel a bit of shock, then run into a nearby clothing store. After you had unknowingly copied a mugger's ability to disintegrate (or untangle atoms, as Charles later explained), you think you have the that power and vow to wear gloves- the promise lasts as long as the gloves do, as they fall apart after you touch them. A passerby in the store sees you and assumes you're dangerous, so he attempts to apprehend you, only for you to copy his mutant power. You let out a startled yelp and the metal clothing rack in front of you bends and distorts. Your "attacker" lets up his grasp on you momentarily, but you notice it too late as he puts you in a choke hold and renders you unconscious.
You wake up on a quite comfortable bed and hear a machine beeping rhythmically. A groan falls past your lips as you flop your head in the direction of the beeping, only to be met with a person standing in the way of the sound.
"Good, you're awake. Raven, please inform Erik that he is awake and," he pulls your eyelids open and flashes a light into your sight a few times, "seemingly unharmed."
"Sure thing, Professor."
"W... Where..." you force out words only to stumble and slur them.
"You're in the Xavier Institute." Your brain begins to work again and you sit up only for a hand to gently push you back down. "It's best you remain in the bed, at least until your questions and mine are answered."
"X... X men?"
"Yes. Well, we're trying to rebrand to the X Force, however X Men is still an accurate term. Now, an answer for an answer, yes? What is your name?"
"I'm Y/N." You bring your gaze from the bed up to the face of the man speaking with you, and you don't recognize him at first. "You're, oh fuck, what's the name... Charly? No..."
He chuckles lowly. "My name is Charles Xavier, yes." Charles pulls up a notably non-metal chair up to the bed and his face turns from jovial to neutral. "What is your mutation?"
You remember the mugger from earlier and in turn, your memories flicker back to your younger days. You feel desensitized, frightened and confused. "No, no no no. I'm not- this- he was-"
He shushes you. "Erik saw the glove, Y/N. He also told me about something I find very curious: the metal rack in the store moved, but it was not from him. We've checked the footage, and there were no other known mutants inside that store. So I'll ask again, what is your mutation?"
You close your eyes and sigh deeply. "I don't know." He reaches a hand forward and hearing fabric moving caught your attention; your eyes flicked open and you yelled, "Don't touch me!" The approaching appendage freezes in place, then retreats.
"You can't control it, can you?"
"I don't know what the fuck 'it' is, so no, I don't know how to control it."
"Look at me."
Your mind now fully unfogged, you give him your attention and take in just how beautiful he is. Not right now.
"I can teach you how to fully utilize this newfound power of yours, and safely. But, I need your consent to keep you here. I'm afraid another incident will happen if you are to return home, so I believe you'll make the correct decision. However, it is ultimately your decision."
I don't want to hurt people. "Yes, I'll stay here."
Charles smiles warmly, standing up. "Perfect. Let's go have some lunch, shall we?"
"Lunch? It's nighttime, Charles."
He shows you his watch. "It's actually fifteen past eleven. You've been out for a while."
"Jeez, remind me to never piss that guy off."
"Erik. And yes, I admit he went a little overboard, but he did see you turn a glove into dust. Not to worry, we'll get it under control. For now though, it's time to eat."
You grab the sides of the bed -which you now understand is one seen in hospitals- and they crumple underneath your touch. Pulling your hands back into your chest, you glance at them and notice they're made of metal.
"Curious. I thought if anything were to happen, it would be like the glove... out of safety for others, and yourself, I believe it best if we skip lunch for now and try to get a grasp on just what you can do. Follow me," he leads out of the room, down a hallway, and into a large room. It contains weights, weapons, and a vast empty space with padded floors. Charles brings you over to the weights. "Touch them, but with the intent to turn them into dust, please."
"Right." Dust. Dust. Dust. Just please turn into dust, for once. You lean forward and place your hand on it. At first nothing happens, and then the weight bends, just like the store clothing rack.
"Wait here, I have an idea." He spins around and walks off, back through the door you came from. While he's gone, you sit on the floor and wonder what the hell even got you to this point. This time yesterday, you were having sandwiches in the park power-free. The sound of metal clanking on metal catches your attention and you see a few weights shaking, then lifting in the air. Charles comes back just in time to witness this, and runs over to pick the weights out of the air and place them back onto the rack. "Did you mean to do that?" he sounds exasperated.
"N-no, I was just thinking about today, about yesterday. Then the weights did the weird floaty shit."
"This is Raven, also named Mystique. If you wouldn't mind, please touch her. I'd like to test a thought I have."
"Whatever you say." Your hand grazes hers, and nearly instantly your body shifts, feeling awkward and out of place for a second, then you feel fine, but not.
Charles brings his hands to his mouth and shouts out a laugh. "That is fantastic!" A mirror is held up in front of you, and you're met with Charles' face.
"Oh what in the fuck-!"
"It seems you possess the ability to copy another mutants power."
"Perfect. So I'm what, a super mutant? Collecting powers?"
"Try bending a weight again, I believe you'll find you can't any longer."
You touch the cold metal, and nothing happens.
"Well, now that I'm quite confident a fork won't be thrown across the room while we dine, let's finally eat."
You sit on the steps in front of the mansion, waiting in the dim sunlight for the uber you called.
"Y/N? What are you doing out here?"
"Calling a car so I can go to a bar- I really need a drink after today."
"I should inform you that your uber was denied access at the gate- safety measures, I hope you understand. I can, however, drive you to a bar? There's one not too far from here."
You shrug, it's probably better to be in the presence of someone that can protect me, should shit go sideways.
On the car ride there, you sneak glances at Charles, taking in his handsome features once more. You finally approach the bar and Charles saunters over to the bartender, ordering two of something. You make your way over, and he clicks his tongue. "I apologize, I ordered for the both of us without thinking. Is a rum and coke okay with you?"
"Yes, that's good-"
"Well hello Professor, what brings you here?" a woman slides up next to Charles, her hand drifting up his thigh. The drinks arrive and you take yours off the counter and immediately walk off, looking for a booth to sit in; you miss Charles calling your name.
Fucking figures that I'm stuck with a hot as hell straight man teaching me to control my damn mutant shit.
You catch a glimpse of Charles choking on his drink, but you attribute it to the hand near his crotch. You consume your drink in record time, going to the opposite end of the bar counter and ask for a bacardi 151, the strongest drink you know.
The bartender looks surprised and cards you. "I'm surprised a twenty three year old knows what that is. Doesn't matter though, we're not allowed to sell that anymore. How about a Necromancer? It has a good deal of absinthe in it," he offers.
"Sure, as long as it gets me drunk enough to forget shit later."
The man shrugs your comment off and gets to making the cocktail. A minute of fancy flips and pours later, a cream colored liquid is slid toward you. You pick it up, take a big sip, and turn to go back to your booth and nurse your drink, when you nearly run into Charles. His hand lands on your shoulder to steady you, but is quickly taken off and an annoyed look spreads on his face. "Shit."
"You good? I didn't spill any on you, did I?"
"No," Let's just hope it doesn't work through clothing.
"O... kay? Whatever, isn't that woman missing you by now?" you bite out, clearly already affected by the one drink and the sip you took.
She's not the one I'm interested in. "Right, well she's found another patron to... mingle with."
What the fuck- I didn't see his lips move but I heard him... damn, this drink works fucking quick.
Charles' eyes widen slightly, but enough for you to notice. You slip past him, believing the conversation to be done, and relax back into the cushioned seat. He goes back to the bar counter and leans on it.
Goddamn his ass is nice. Wonder if he's kinky, the way his hand grips that glass... it's making me wish that was my throat. It'd look so nice wrapped around me. He's probably jacked underneath all that clothing, too. Fucking straight men.
You sigh into your drink, placing it down before realizing Charles is sitting next to you- trapping you between him and the wall beside you. He leans into your ear, his hot breath producing goosebumps on your skin. "I am, in fact, 'kinky', as you put it, and I agree- I would look amazing wrapped around your throat. But darling, you got one thing completely incorrect." He licks the shell of your ear and you shiver pleasurably. "I'm not straight."
He stands up gracefully as if he didn't just seduce the hell out of you, and walks halfway through the bar before you clamber up and after him. You both gather into his car, and he delicately places his hand on your thigh. Images flash through your mind of him wrecking you, making you beg for more.
He smirks, but then puts on a serious face. "I understand you're attracted to me, however I don't wish to take advantage of you. Are you absolutely sure you want what you're imagining in that head of yours? Be honest."
Breathlessly, you rip your mind away from the blazing touch on your leg. "Y-yes, I want this, Charles. Please."
"Begging already? I thought you'd at least wait until your clothes are off," he teases. His hand grips your muscles tightly, wrenching a whine out of you. "Such sweet noises..." Charles starts the car and begins the drive back to the institute. It seems like a torturous eternity before you arrive, and you almost throw yourself out of the car in excitement.
Darling, you must wait until we're in my room. Can you do that?
"Yes, Charles-"
Follow me. Quietly. If we're to pass anyone, let me do the talking.
You nod vigorously. He leads you through the front doors and into several hallways, up some stairs, and then you run into Raven.
"Hey guys, how was the field trip?"
"Fantastic, but I must show him to his room. He'll be quite tired."
"Don't you mean 'He is quite tired'?"
"Yes, my bad. I must've slipped up," Charles hums as he walks further along the path, and you dutifully follow him through a door. He shuts it behind you and shoves you against the wall, pressing his clothed erection against yours. Tell me how bad you want this, darling.
"Please, I want you inside me so much, I need you!"
His length grinds into yours as he pushes his knee between your legs and a gasp leaves you. Strip, then get on the bed. Head down, ass up.
"Yes, Professor," you tease, ripping off your shirt and pants, then your socks and boxers.
He groans at the use of the title, doing more to him than you know. You assume the position while he rids himself of his own pants, boxers and socks, while rolling up his sleeves.
Safe word?
"Cheese."
Your member is taken into his hand and squeezed once, twice, then slowly moving up to your head, spreading pre-cum onto his index finger. He releases you and brings his finger to your hole, smearing it around and slightly inside in circles. You push back onto his finger, taking him in up to his first knuckle.
Unngh, fuck.
Someone's impatient. Fine, I'll give you what you want, I'm in a generous mood. His finger slips in to his last knuckle and searches around for-
"Shit!" Your hips buck into him as he massages your prostate with pressure and precision.
A few more fingers slip in after a while, and soon he's stretched you out.
Do I need to wear a condom?
"N-no, please I'm clean, I want to feel you inside me," you moan out.
Perfect. I'm going to grab some lubricant, stay in that exact position.
A moment later you hear the wet sounds of Charles lathering himself up, then footsteps as he stalks back to you. Without warning, he slams into you, all the way to his hilt. You scream into his pillows, hands fisting his silk sheets, eyes screwed shut. He allows a few moments to pass before snapping his hips into you, perfectly timed with his hand jerking you off. His shirt grazes your bare back.
You know, I've never had sex with another telepath before. It's intense with just one, imagine how ecstasy-inducing it will be with two... he inserts images into your mind, showing you his length disappearing into your ass. He drags the hand on your dick up your chest, then resting on your neck before tightening. He shows you more pictures, this time of him fucking into you over the desk in what you believe is his office. Then of him pushing into you from below. Another of your tongue running along the underside of his member while it pushes into and out of your mouth, his hands grasping your hair for balance and control.
Your head feels light yet heavy, floating yet chained to him. You think of how he'd feel in your mouth and clench at the thought, bringing forth a hiss from Charles. My my, what a whore you are. Is this not enough? I'm sure there are some men down at the bar who would be happy to oblige-
You, only you Charles. I want all you can give me, I want to take everything I'm given.
His pace increases and so does his force. He drives deeper, harder, faster into you. His hand releases your throat long enough for your blood flow to properly return and you catch your breath, then he squeezes once more.
Ch-Charles, I'm close!
Then come. He bites your shoulder and sucks a bruise into your skin.
The thought of someone asking you who gave you the hickey sends you overboard, and you spurt cum across your chest and his bedsheets. Your hole tightens around his dick and he soon releases into you. His hand drops from your neck to your arms, tracing illegible patterns into them while placing you both on your sides. A few minutes pass before he tenderly pulls out of you, and you wince. He tumbles into his bathroom and comes back out with a wet and dry cloth.
As he cleans you, he mutters, "That was better than I had imagined. I'd like for there to be a next time, if you're comfortable with that?"
"Of course, Charles. I'd like that very much."
"Then I guess we'd better teach you how to control your- my power, we wouldn't want you broadcasting every thought to everyone around you," he teases, then lays his head down on the pillows and brings you closer to him. You rest your head on his chest and you both lay for a while in silence. Not counting for the conversation you two carry in your heads, that is.