A Vulnerable Position

Charles woke up that morning briefly unaware of the past 3 weeks' events. He was enveloped in a warm comforter with a morning chill cooling his face. He could see the dust swirling around his room through the sunlight from his window. Then he looked in the corner of his room to see a metal wheelchair facing him. Mocking him.

He sighed and closed his eyes again. Maybe, if he just went to sleep again it would go away. The doctors said it was still too soon to truly tell if he was going to get better. They said he still might gain feeling in his legs and feeling can lead to function. It’s been a month. It’s quite hard, even for how annoyingly optimistic Charles is, to believe that he was going to gain any feeling in his legs.

For a while, Charles was hoping maybe they would come back. Sure he reads the news or had Hank show him the snippets of a Mageto-like figures and mysterious break-ins conducted by people who had rock-solid alibis. Maybe a few people have died (in addition to god knows how many people Erik had already killed). But it was nothing that they couldn’t come back from. They just needed to Come. Back.

There’s a child he found on Cerebro. He just found his power, hasn’t told his parents, and isn’t planning on doing so, well, ever. There are so many others that he could help with his school. He’s making plans with Hank on how to set up a government-recognized school. It was surprisingly easy, just might take a few careful persuasions. Hank was working on the science curriculum and Charles was creating a quite expansive reading list. It all seemed like those kids he tagged in Cerebro were going to be able to come here very soon.

But there was something he needed to deal with first. Aka. his heat. God had it really only been a month. It seemed like it had been years since that night with Erik. He knew it was going to be a doozy too. Having bonded his previous heat, his body was expecting an encore. Expecting to be knotted and possibly knocked up. He might have played down the effects of bonding with Erik just a bit. It would be easier the more heats he went through alone, but this was the first.

Hank was helping him make the necessary preparations after a slightly embarrassing admission that he slept with Erik. He hated the pitiful look Hank sent him. Snacks were gathered, movies were recorded, blankets and towels and anything soft laid in a pile on his bed. Now Charles just had to wait. Hank gave him a respectable amount of distance because, based on the feeling he was having around Charles pre-heat, he suspected that the serum had changed more than just his power mutation. So here he was. Alone in the house, alone in his room, and alone in his bed. At least he had 36 hours of I Love Lucy and 5 pornographic novels.

Only an hour after Hank left he was starting to feel his heat coming on exponentially. His mind was getting fuzzy and embarrassingly wet for some watching Captain Kirk trying to fight a black hole. And then heard it. A very gentle tapping on his window, as if a bird wanted to catch his attention. He obviously couldn’t go to the window, but he could turn toward it. Erik. He was levitating just outside his window, seemingly asking for permission to come inside. Charles wanted to be angry. He wanted to be furious, but he couldn’t help the way his heart jumped. Alpha. His Alpha was here finally.

Erik seemed to be done waiting and opened the window from the inside. For someone so majestic, it was awkward the way he crawled through the window. All the way inside now, he stumbled slightly. Charles was dumbstruck. There he was. Erik slowly took off his helmet, seemingly satisfied that Charles wasn’t mad enough to try to kill him, or too heat-stricken to be mad.

“Look, I know I am probably the last person you want to see on the planet right now.” Erik began.

“Correct.” Charles, having gotten a bearing on his emotions, decided that he could be both mad and horny.

“But I promised you I would be there and I meant it. I care about you Charles, no matter our differences, and would like to put everything aside for one night if you would have me.” Erik looked.. Constipated. Charles couldn’t tell if it was emotional or physical.

“I’m not going to lie. I am beyond pissed and I don’t plan on forgiving you anytime soon. Honestly, Erik, what the hell did you think was going to happen?”

Erik tensed. “Charles, if that's the conversation you want to have now, we can have it. But I don’t think now is a good time for your sake.”

Charles looked at his hands. Erik wasn't wrong. It was getting harder and harder to think straight by the minute, especially now that the room was filled with aroused and slightly frustrated alpha pheromones.

“If you want me to go, I’ll go. I just.. I wanted.. I didn’t want you to be alone.” Erik admitted.

“You left” Charles knew this wasn’t the thing to say now. But I mean, how could he not. Erik took his sister and left.

“I know I left. But that doesn’t mean that I left you. That’s not-”

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean” Charles sat up in his bed more. God if he just read Erik's mind it would be a whole lot earlier to understand what the hell he’s trying to say.

“ I just-,” Erik groaned into his hands. “I just want you to know that I’m always going to be here for you. Even if I'm not here all the time.”

“Oh,” was all Charles was able to get out. They stared at one another for a moment.

“Will you let me help you?”

“Yes”.

Erik took that as an invitation to get under Charles’ covers. Not before quickly taking his t-shirt off and neatly putting it on the side dresser. Even in sex, Erik is still a neat freak. He hesitantly scooted himself over to wrap his arms around Charles's waist. Charles leaded back into his chest feeling the warmth spread across his body. Erik's scent was intoxicating. It felt like a fog covering his body, seeping into his mind leaving him feeling breathless and so entirely Erik’s. It was overwhelming, it- oh Erik is scenting him. Charles realized a bit too late that at some point he had bared his neck and Erik took that as an invitation to dive in. Any previous hesitancy seemed to have disappeared as he sucked on Charles’ scent gland making him feel dizzy.

There was something Charles was missing. Something he needed or forgot to do, but he couldn’t seem to think straight as Erik shifted to suck along his pulse. When Erik finally moved away and tried to angle Charles's chest toward him, seemingly an invitation for Charles to straddle him and oh. That’s what Charles forgot. He can’t move his fucking legs. He sobered a bit from his heat lust at the thought.

“Erik,” Charles started.

“Oh,” Erik seemed to realize what the hold-up was. “Can you move your legs at all?”

“Well, no. The doctors said it’s still too early to tell, but it’s not likely.” Charles confessed picking at his palm. He should be angry, but he couldn’t help but try to soften the blow as he didn’t want to upset Erik.

“I’m sorry Charles. I know that isn’t what you want to hear, but I really am sorry. I know you don’t want to talk about him now, but, how do you want to do this?” Charles knew that Erik was being sincere, but he still felt a tinge of anger at the sentiment. He didn’t really know what to say because he really didn't know how to do this. It’s not like he spends his time looking up ‘Parapalegic sex’.

“We'll have to figure it out together then. Can I pull you onto me? I think it will be easiest if you straddle my thighs.” Erik motioned with his hands. Charles wasn’t quite sure what it meant but he made a wavy motion as if outlining a curvy woman's body sitting on his lap. Charles felt his eyebrows raise as Erik seemed to realize what he had just done and questioned the meaning of the motion too.

“That seems like a good idea. Could you,” Charles motioned to his pants where he was starting to take off his belt.”

“My pleasure,” Erik’s mind flipped as he remembered ‘oh yes. I’m here for sex’.

Erik made quick work of his own pants using his powers for the most part. Charles felt an invisible tug at his pants, helping him work his fumbling hands faster. Once Erik was freed of his pants and underwear, he turned to Charles who was watching Erik's clothes neatly fold themselves with the metal buttons that were sewed into all of his clothes. Erik was naked. Charles was fully clothed. He briefly thought, ‘Aren’t I supposed to be the wanton whore in this situation.’ Erik laughed. Apparently he has reached the stage of his heat where he starts uncontrollably projecting things. Great.

Erik moved his hands under his hips pulling his pants and underwear smoothly down his thighs. “Don’t worry I like being connected to you like this; You can’t hide anything from me.”

Erik caressed his inner thigh and Charles shivered slightly from the touch and slightly from Eriks words. He didn’t really know how to feel about that, but he couldn’t think about it for very long before Erik was pulling his pants fully off and setting them on the dresser. He turned back to Charles and paused to stare at him. Charles felt himself blush under his gaze. Charles will admit, that the whole situation of Erik having come back for Charles seemed to have just dawned on him. Erik not only remembered exactly when his heat was going to be but risked everything to come here on the off chance Charles would have him be a heat partner. It was ridiculous, that's what it was. They had one night together and Erik, under some honor code, decided that he needed to spend Charles' heat with him. His pheromones must really be affecting Erik based on his very un-Erik-like actions.

Erik growled, seemingly sensing Charles' thoughts with disapproval. Settled one of his arms under Charles's thigh and wrapped an arm around his waist as he gently maneuvered Charles onto his lap. Charles could feel Erik's cock on his lower stomach as Erik pulled him closer with Charles's legs lying limp beside him. Charles could feel the heat permanent on his cheeks as his heat began to take full effect. All he could see was Erik’s stubble on his chin from not shaving for a few days. All he could smell was fresh sawdust and salt. All he could feel was Erik's hands around his waist and his mind combining with his own. He could hear his own short breaths as Erik captured his mouth in a deep kiss.

Erik cupped Charles Chin and pulled away from his lips leaving Charles breathless and annoyed at the loss. Erik forced him to look into his eyes and hummed, “What am I supposed to do with you, Schatz?”

“Well for starters you could fuck me,” Charles suggested as he pulled on Erik's shoulders and leaned back, trying to pull him down.

“Yeah? And then what?” Erik slowly lowered Charles down, leaving his legs spread around Erik.

“Then you knot me until I can’t think of anything but you.” He gasped as Erik moved his fingers into Charles moving his finger experimentally.

“Judging from the thoughts you're projecting, I’m pretty sure you are already there. Are you sure you are okay if I knot you? Even with birth control, it’s more likely you could get pregnant if I knot.” Erik's fingers stilled from their previous ministrations to give Charles a chance to respond.

“So you have been reading on Omegas huh,” Charles asked, unclear on what he should really say. Erik was right of course, but it didn’t really matter to Charles the chance was still under 0.5%. “Yes, Erik. I’m okay if you knot me as long as you hurry up.”

“Roger that,” Erik seemed to get his annoying feeling about Erik's slow fingering and quickly sped up stretching his finger more. Charles' mind lit up as Erik brushed over his prostate. God if he wasn’t still mad at Erik he might be begging for more, but not today. Charles heard himself let out an unconscious wine and thought of ‘No, don’t stop’ as Erik pulled his fingers out. But it was quickly silenced as Erik slid into Charles with one quick motion.

All he could really think was “Oh god. He’s bigger than I remember before Erik threaded his arms under Charles' thighs and pulled his hips up to meet him. Erik fucked him deep and hard, but paused fully in to see Charles squirm as he dug his hands into the sheets with nothing else to hold on to.

When Charles was getting close he could feel Erik going faster; responding to his unconscious requests of ‘faster’ and ‘ohh there’. Before he really knew it Erik’s knot was catching on his rim with every thrust till he tried to pull out and found he couldn’t. Then he felt Erik's amazement at how well Charles takes him with a brief visual of his own hole stretched beyond belief around Erik's cock and both of their orgasms quickly followed.

He might have been embarrassed if he wasn’t drowned in the pleasure of his own heat and Erik’s orgasm. Charles' eyes fluttered shut as he felt Erik's come pooling inside of him.

When he opened his eyes he found himself back on Erik's lap with his knot still buried deep inside of him. The underside of Erik's chin was snuggling Charles' neck. Effectively pressing their scent glands together on doubt trying to mingle their scents together. Charles just sat there and let Erik complete his mission of thoroughly scenting the other. There was no chance now that Hank wouldn’t know what happened unless he shielded his mind from his scent.

Charles wasn’t really sure why Erik came back. Well, obviously Erik came back for heat sex. But he didn’t just come for Charles and his own enjoyment, but he came out of commitment. He promised to be there and Charles could feel that he had meant it. Charles just couldn’t figure out why. He was going to leave. After his knot went down and Charles passed out again, Erik was going to leave. It would have been easier if he hadn’t come. One knot is inconvenient, but two in a row was a pattern that his heat would not ignore. His next heat would just be worse.

He wasn’t sure just how long he waited there, but eventually, Erik stopped, seemingly satisfied at laying his claim, and pulled away to look into Charles' eyes.

“I don’t take promises lightly. I meant it when I said that I was going to be here for you. I don’t care if you hate me or if I hate you, I will still be here for your heat. No matter how much we differ, I still care about you.”

Charles could feel the resolution sink into Erik's mind. He wasn’t going to change his mind. He was never going to leave Charles alone for his heat as long as he needed a partner.

“I know,” his words echoed in the now silent room.

“Let's get you cleaned up then.” Erik smiled with all his teeth as he pulled out of Charles careful to not injure him.

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A week later Hank and Charles watched footage of a bullet killing JFK. It curved.

Two days later they got inside information from the CIA that Erik Lensherr was arrested for the assassination of the president.

A month from the day Erik promised to always be there for Charles’ heat, no matter what, Charles was alone in his bed with heat-slick soaked underwear crying over Lady & The Tramp.