"Well. This is a surprise."
Raven lay on Erik's bed, the covers just concealing her otherwise naked body.
"The nice kind?" She asked. Her smile seemed fairly presumptuous, but the idea that a man might find the presence of a naked woman in his bed appealing wasn't very far fetched.
Erik, however, wasn't very impressed.
"Get out Raven. I want to go to bed." He didn't have time for her antics. She was still hiding her true self, and he didn't want to waste more energy trying to change her mind when clearly it was already made up.
He crossed the room to pour himself a drink, turning his back on her.
"How about now?"
That made him pause as he reached for the glass.
It wasn't Raven's voice that had spoken. It was softer somehow. And British. He knew that voice.
When he turned it wasn't Raven underneath the covers, but instead Charles Xavier.
His blood went cold.
"What are you doing?" He could barley get the words out his jaw was clenched so tight.
Charles’ bare shoulders flexed under Erik’s gaze.
"What? Don't you like me better this way?"
Charles- no Raven -tilted his head to the side and looked up at Erik through his lashes.
"I don't know what you’re trying to imply Raven, but I want you out. Now."
He was trying to keep his anger in check, but she had taken it too far. To use Charles' likeness like this, and to insinuate that- that he-
His drink was forgot now, but he needed it more than ever. His mouth had gone dry and he could feel his heart beating in his chest a little too hard.
"Oh come on, I've seen how you look at me." Charles said, sitting up on the bed and letting the covers fall around his waist. Erik looked away almost instinctively, but his eyes were drawn back a moment later, as if attracted by a magnet.
Charles’ chest was smooth and he was more muscular than Erik expected, his body drawn with hard lines and soft edges.
"Stop it. You're not Charles. Change back."
Fake Charles rolled his eyes.
"You talk so much about not being afraid to show your true self, but you're a hypocrite. You have yet to even acknowledge some of the most important parts of your identity.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” Charles snapped. He pushed back the covers and Erik almost chocked, before he saw that Charles had on a pair of lose fitting boxers.
A strangled sigh of of relief escaped his lips, but the emotion didn’t last long because Charles was climbing off the bed and walking towards him.
“Raven-” he tried, taking a step back, but he bumped into the table behind him, and then Charles was standing before him, their bodies only inches apart.
“What? What is it Erik? What do you want to say to me?” Not Charles asked, his voice harsh.
“That you don’t think of me that way?” He asked, his hand reaching up to touch Erik’s temple. Erik knocked the hand away, trying not to cower before this half naked imitation of his friend.
“That you don’t want to touch me?” This time his hand brushed Erik’s chest, fingers trailing towards more dangerous territory.
Erik grabbed his wrist, gripping it a bit too hard.
Charles’ eyes dropped to his lips.
“Don’t want to kiss me?”
Erik swallowed.
Charles met his eyes again.
“I can read minds Erik. Don’t you think I’d know?”
A chill ran down Erik’s spine.
“You’re lying.”
“About what? I can see everything that goes on in your head, of course I’d know if you wanted to fuck me.”
Anger flared in Erik’s gut. He grabbed fake Charles by his shoulders and shoved him towards the wall. He stumbled back, head hitting the wall, before Erik was face to face with him again, one arm pressed against Charles’ neck.
“You wear his face, use his voice, steal his body, and you think I’m the one he’d be disgusted by?”
Charles wheezed against the pressure on his neck, but he managed something that sounded a little bit like a laugh.
“Is that what you think? He’d be disgusted by your thoughts?” He rasped.
“What thoughts? I don’t defile my friends bodies, unlike others.” He raked his eyes over Charles stolen form indicatively.
“So you don’t think about how I’d look on my knees?” Charles choked out, a sort of wicked exhilaration shinning in his eyes.
Erik clenched his jaw, pressing harder, now his whole body flush against Charles, pushing him back into the wall.
“Or how my body would feel pressed against yours?” His strangled voice managed.
Erik felt like he was the one getting choked out.
He shoved away from Charles, finally giving him room to breath, which he did, in shuddering deep gasps.
“Now you know what it feels like.” He breathlessly laughed, as he sucked air back into his lungs. “You don’t have to use your imagination anymore.”
Erik felt disgusted, at Raven, at himself.
“Change back. I’ve had enough.”
Charles looked up at him, still bent over and catching his breath.
“Are sure? You don’t want me to do anything for you first? Maybe a blowjob?”
Erik felt like throwing up.
“Don’t joke about that.”
“I wasn’t.”
He looked away.
“Get out.”
He heard footsteps and the sound of the door opening.
He opened his mouth before he could think better of it. “Do you really think-” he paused, struggling with the words.
“Do you really think he can see…everything.”
He didn’t look, but he felt Raven’s pause.
“I don’t know.”
And then the door closed and she was gone and Erik was left standing alone in a room with the memory of Charles’ body pressed against his.