fic: The Cat's Meow part 3
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He couldn’t breathe. In a panic, Erik awoke mid-sneeze.
The problem with his power was that when he sneezed, he somehow lost control, so any little bits of metal near him tended to go shooting to the other side of the room. It was weird and awkward, and Erik always felt horribly embarrassed afterwards. Coins, pens, little office material were the weapon of choice, and he’d once stabbed Azazel with a paperclip so hard in the back of the thigh he’d teleported to Cape Cod unintentionally. It made those instances when Erik caught a cold really uncomfortable and hazardous to one’s heath.
Eye’s tearing up, he glanced around his room. The God damn floor was covered in weeds!
Erik sneezed and the alarm clock exploded.
“Charles!” Erik’s runny nose made his voice sound like a chainsaw. He felt so awful. Who ever had done this prank was going to pay.
The cat-man was suspiciously absent.
Stepping off the bed, his feet landed on something crunchy. With a great sigh, Erik looked down. There were piles of chips, cookies, a bag of bagels, and even a container of Charles’ favorite cat treats surrounding the bed like some kind of offering to the Gods.
This had better be a joke that had gotten out of hand. Erik couldn’t even see the carpet anymore, and he refused to clean this mess up.
Sneezing, Erik’s dirty clothes exploded out of his laundry basket, the loose change in his pockets imbedding themselves in the ceiling.
Ignoring the scattered cat tails (the one plant Erik refused to put in his garden, simply because he was allergic) and piles of treats, Erik stormed out of his room. Not caring that he was only in his boxers and that everyone would be up by now and walking the halls.
He had a cat he needed to skin.
There was giggling coming from Sean’s room. Not even bothering to knock, Erik slammed the door against the wall. The occupants inside jumped.
“Erik!” Charles exclaimed, lying across Raven’s lap as Sean scratched his cat ears. Sean’s whispered eulogies of ‘so soft’ sending the other teens into another snit of giggles. They obviously didn’t know how much trouble they were in.
“What. The. Hell.” Erik growled, trying to look fierce as he sniffled. He didn’t know if it was his still watery vision or if there was smoke in the air, but everything looked foggy. “What happened to my room?”
Charles jumped up, swaying slightly and smiling. “Do you like my gifts? Raven gave me the idea.” Raven suddenly noticed Erik’s intent scowl and shook her head violently. Charles continued, “I was so sorry about yesterday, and you seemed upset. I was told flowers and treats were a good way to ask for forgiveness.”
God dammit why did Charles have to look so earnest, especially when he was probably high.
Squinting at Sean and Alex, Erik sneered. He hadn’t forgotten what Alex did last night. The bastard.
“What did you do to Charles?”
“Nothing!” Sean looked insulted Erik had even suggested the idea.
“Raven.” Erik knew would turn on the boys if it meant she stayed out of trouble. The woman had the right priorities.
“It’s just catnip.” She sighed. “He found Sean and Alex in here this morning and tried to confiscate their weed. They distracted him by giving him his old bag of raw catnip.”
Charles was suddenly clutching Erik around the waist, purring deeply and running his hands down Erik’s chest. “You’re so furry,” He sighed, twisting his fingers in Erik’s chest hair.
“This conversation is not over.” Erik pointed at the teens before turning on his feet and taking Charles back to his room.
“I miss my nipples.” Charles moaned. “I use to have 6 of them, now I only have 2.”
Erik practically carried Charles down the hall. The cat was totally slack in his arms, giggling insistently and dragging his feet. What the hell did catnip do to Charles? When he was a cat it had only made him extra lazy and affectionate, not utterly ridiculous.
“I miss my whiskers too. They were like another pair of hands…on my face. It was so cool.”
“I’m sure they were.” Erik said, barely avoiding tripping over Charles’ tail. Grunting when Charles twisted his fingers a little too sharply in the body hair leading down his abs and into his boxers.
Once back at Erik’s room, they stared at the mess. Charles purred in delight. Erik sneezed and sent a couple of jingle-balls flying across the room.
“Whoa.” Charles blinked, jerking as if to chase the balls.
“Whoa is right. You’re going to clean this mess while I shower.”
Charles whirled around, leaning into Erik’s hip. “You don’t like the flowers I got you?” He whined pitifully. “I searched all morning for the perfect thing. They’re both fun and pretty.”
“Charles, I’m allergic to them.” Erik sighed, massaging the bridge of his nose. “Just, clean the mess before I get out.” He doesn’t look at Charles’ face unless he’d change his mind, those pathetic kitten eyes would be his undoing. Just in case, he locks the bathroom door behind him and valiantly tries to ignore the sounds outside.
Wanting to give Charles a few more minutes, he took his time. The heat from the steam helping his sinuses and easing the pressure of the headache he felt coming on. He was exhausted and he’d just woken up. By the time he got out he couldn’t hear anymore shuffling or crinkling of bags being moved around.
In fact it was eerily quiet.
Wrapping a towel around his waist, he charged out to yell at Charles for slacking off. There was no way he’d gotten the dirt and little bits of plants off the carpet that fast.
He stopped dead in his tracts.
Charles lay on the bed, curled half way on his stomach with one hand down his pants, biting his other fist to muffle his whimpers.
Erik couldn’t see anything else in the room. All his focus was on the exhibition occurring in the bed.
Charles was masturbating.
In Erik’s bed.
And Erik was standing there watching with his mouth hanging open, and Charles didn’t seem to mind. In fact, once Charles noticed Erik standing in the door, he pulled his fist out of his mouth and moaned loudly, hand going to fist the pillow above him as he turned over enough so he could see Erik. Eye’s never leaving Erik’s as his hand worked furiously beneath his pants.
God this was horrible. Or Erik had slipped while in the tub, cracked his head open and he was now bleeding out and his brain had finally decided to give him a break and let him hallucinate. That sounded more reasonable then what was happening right in front of him.
What was Erik suppose to do?
Erik’s towel tries to abandon him in his moment of need. He tightly holds on to it, even though it’s hiding little of his arousal. Sure that if he becomes the naked one in the room that it’s all over.
Looking up towards the ceiling, Erik curses.
Charles moans loudly.
Erik curses in German.
God, does Charles have no shame? The bed squeaks and Erik finds himself watching again. It’s odd, even though he’s not really even seeing anything except concealed movement, this is possibly the most erotic thing he’s ever seen in his life. And he’s seen Charles naked on multiple occasions. How does that even work?
Charles is rolling his hips now, thrusting into his hand and biting his lips. A light sheen of sweat dotting his forehead and curling his hair, hooded blue eyes drawing Erik to him. He’s taking one step towards Charles before he stops himself.
He can’t do this. Not if Charles is under the influence.
Oh God, but he wants too. Charles is literally begging for Erik to join him.
Taking a step back Erik leans against the wall. If he can’t let himself join Charles on that bed then he sure as hell is going to watch. Erik does not have that higher moral ground he’s heard about. Besides, he isn’t a fucking saint.
Charles looks forlorn, but doesn’t stop his strokes. Resigned to being watch he puts on a good show. Spreading his legs farther apart so he can get a good view of Erik, he speeds up. The muscles on his arms bulging with every caress, wrist twisting expertly on the up stroke. Sighing when he performs a particular move he likes.
Erik resolutely keeps his hands fisted at his side. Like some kind of test of his endurance, he’s not going to touch his own body until Charles is finished. The most he lets his body do is lick his lips, throat dry as the Sahara.
He wants to see Charles’ face when he comes.
“Your other hand,” Erik is startled to hear his own voice. “Touch yourself with it.”
Charles doesn’t hesitate to comply. His hand not currently in his pants, slowly slides down his chest, rubbing lightly at the nipples under his grey shirt before heading down to join the other one furiously moving against his cock.
“Fondle your balls with it. Feel the weight of them and imagine my hands on you. Fuck, Charles I want to touch you.”
Bucking wildly, Erik can see the movement in the clothes that tell him that Charles is following his every instruction. Erik himself is so hard he could probably drill steal with his dick right now, no powers involved.
“Go lower,” Erik rasps. “The area behind your balls, that patch of skin that so sensitive- rub it.” Charles hisses, back curving up.
"Even farther down,” Erik sighs. “That wrinkle of skin around your anus is. Press against it, but not too hard. You don’t want to hurt yourself. Just enough you can feel the pressure. Next time we’ll get lube and you can fuck yourself on your fingers as I watch.”
Charles cries out, body seizing as he comes violently and he stains the front of his pants. Erik watches as his face screws up in surprise and wonder, red mouth opening wide as he gasps for air. Chest heaving as he pants for breath. It is possibly the most beautiful thing Erik has ever seen before.
Then Charles pulls his hands out of his pants and gives his palm a little lick with his pink tongue. Drowsy blue eyes staring straight at Erik as he tastes himself from his own hand.
Erik is back in the bathroom, fisting himself faster than you sound say ‘that man is evil’. It doesn’t take but a couple of strokes before he’s coming. A small groan of Charles’ name leaving his lips as he pulses into his hands.
He’s going to fuck Charles, if it’s the last thing he does. And the way things are going, it just might be.
Charles is passed out snoring on his stomach, naked from the waist down, when Erik gets out.
Erik really wants to flip the bed over with him still on it. How is that even fair that Charles can sleep after torturing Erik so?
Glaring at the sleeping figure, Erik feels charitable enough to pull the covers up over him so he doesn’t freeze his ass off (even though he’d richly deserve it). Charles purrs deeply into the pillows, tail wiggling into a curly-cue around his leg.
It takes every fiber in him not to spank Charles in revenge. That naked ass would merit it. His black heart could just imagine Charles’ sore face when he tried to sit down and cackled with glee. But no. If Charles was going to have problems sitting down, it would be for a totally different reason then a spanking.
So Erik will let Charles sleep off the catnip in peace.
And if he still feels like being an insufferable tease later…well, Erik will deal with it.
Smirking, Erik dresses for the day. Emma and he have plans to research the facility files more in depth since Hank was able to access those computers the scientist tried to destroy.
Stepping into the hallway, Erik is confronted by an angry Azazel, who is covered in pollen and weeds.
“What happened to you?” Erik asks bewildered.
Azazel crosses his arms and glares. “Your kitty-cat. Threw flowers out window where I was standing.”
Erik can’t help himself, he starts laughing. He’s practically rolling on the floor in hysterical tears by the time Emma comes down the hall to collect him.
***
“You are a sap.” Emma replies, leaning over the lab desk to browse the files. “And he’s probably going to convince you to marry him and move to Montana to raise a litter of kittens together, and I’m never going to see you again.”
“What?” This is so out of the blue Erik can only blink up at her, trying to open file with the little mouse Hank had supplied them.
“Charles.”
And ‘oh God’, Erik thinks, ‘she’s touching me’. Emma is putting her beautifully manicured hands on Erik’s cotton covered shoulder. She usually breaks out in hives when she touches something that isn’t leather, chiffon, or silk.
“I just…” Emma breaks off, looking for the right way to continue. Erik is silently freaking out because Emma doesn’t hesitate to pull the punches. “I’m worried. I’ve never seen you this taken with someone before and I’m worried by how much control he has over you.”
“This is Charles were talking about here.” Erik sighs in relief. “He’s just as devoted to this family as he is to me. If he wanted to move away I doubt it would be without a house full of tag along mutants moving in with us, and it certainly wouldn’t be to Montana of all places.”
Emma searches his face for the truth, and Erik allows her access to him mind enough to let her see how much be believes what he says. Charles loves them all, with no exception (except maybe Victor), and if Charles wanted to be alone he’d probably only last a weekend before he drove himself crazy wondering what fun everyone else was having without him.
“Good. Anyone who’s crazy enough to fall for you has to understand you’re a package deal.” Emma nods and Erik feels hope suddenly bloom in his chest. Emma, his oldest friend approves of Charles. He’s going to have to talk Charles into wearing one of his crazy anti-vogue outfits again, if only to get Frost to return to her icy-disdain self again. He thinks he owes it to her after making her all soft with concern.
“You do.” She smirks down at him, pulling her hand away to wipe it on her skirt. Erik is kind enough to pass her the bottle of disinfectant.
***
Charles is moaning and holding his head when Erik passes him later in the hall, a trail of kittens following him like a party of ducklings.
Erik smirks and winks, “How you feeling.”
“Please, my friend, stop yelling.”
He laughs, pulling Charles to him so he can press a kiss to his forehead. “Did you learn a lesson from all this?”
Squinting at him, Charles hugs Erik to him. “Never trust an old bag of catnip and really Erik, you should join me next time. Who ever thought you’d be the shy one?”
Erik blushes, trying to avoid looking into the three pairs of innocent eyes staring up at them. “Well, I didn’t want to take advantage, but next time be assured I won’t think twice.”
Charles purrs, the smile he gives Erik is practically lascivious. “Please don’t.” He looks down at the three kittens behind him. “But not right now. We’re on our way to the library to learn about the Louisiana Purchase. Want to come with us?”
“No. I’m still working with Emma and Hank right now, I’ve been sent to get some refreshments and a snack.”
“Poor you, a servant to others whims.” Charles runs a hand down Erik’s chest and settles it at his belt.
Petting at the brown fur covering the cat ears, Erik feels something like peace. He had been worried Charles would be awkward around him for a few days, so he’s pleasantly surprised by his attitude. “Only yours naturally, I’m just being nice to Emma to avoid the fall out if she finds out about what happened to her mink fur coat.”
“Oh.” Charles goes wide eyed at the mention of the coat now sporting a bunch of crumbs and sticky pollen. For some reason, catnip high Charles had thought it would be a good offering to the slumbering Erik. “Right then, carry on, must not keep them waiting.”
***
Like all things in Erik’s life, once things start looking up for him there's a sudden shift and things take a turn for the worst. From the files they find another facility holding B class mutants and Erik is working on that and leaving the house often enough he barely has time to fall into bed at night. So any plans to ‘de-flower’ Charles is put on hold.
Figures.
Charles is busy with the kittens anyways, so they are mutually pretty much exhausted by the end of the day. Both men are frequently waking up surprised to find the other still curled around the other in the morning. It’s always a pleasant reminder to Erik that there is someone waiting for him at home.
Raven gets sick a few days before Erik and the team go to Washington on a raid, so Charles takes it upon himself to take care of her and every other night is found slumped over the couch in her room. Raven is grouchy about being left behind and angry at everyone around her. Charles is a saint for putting up with her.
Then the night before they leave Erik is just getting in bed when he hears Marvin Gaye’s ‘Let’s Get It On’ booming from outside. Stumbling to the window, he looks out and sees Charles standing out on the lawn with a boom box over his head, looking towards a hedge and trying to shrug his shoulders.
Erik can see a brunette and blond head crouching in the shrubs by Charles’ feet.
Snorting, Erik opens the window and looks down. Settling on the ledge and trying not to laugh at Charles’ effort.
“What are you doing?”
Turning the volume down, Charles relies, “Are you not finding this romantic?”
There’s a hissed, “Wrong track!” from the bushes.
“I don’t know if romantic would be the right word for it, but I’m sure finding it something.” Erik is smiling so hard it hurts. “I think the song is terribly appropriate.”
“Oh good,” Charles doesn’t catch the sarcasm. “I was worried. I’m not very in-the-know of current tunes and it has been suggested to me that me that Bee Gee’s ‘Staying Alive’ isn’t suitable right before a fight.”
Erik laughs and motions for Charles to come inside and up to bed.
Charles stumbles in, still carrying the 80’s style boom-box. Celine Dion’s ‘My Heart Will Go On’ barely whispering out the speakers.
“I can’t make it stop.” Charles whines.
Erik doesn’t blame him, whatever he listening to has to be from Angel, she’s the only person he knows with such horrible taste in music. Using his powers he’s able to turn the player off from where he’s lying in bed, smirking at Charles’ relieved sigh once the music disappears.
“Thank you, love.” Charles automatically starts shrugging out of his clothes, pulling his argyle sweater off and fluffing his hair and fur up in the process. Erik is so distracted by the light affection he feels for Charles he almost doesn’t notice when a boxer clad Charles crawls up the bed a second later.
“Hi.” Erik sighs, hands settling on Charles’ thigh once he gets established on Erik’s lap.
“Hi.” Charles blushes lightly.
“So, what brings a hip cat like you to a place like this?” Erik teases.
Charles sways slightly. “Oh you know, I’ve heard good things about it.”
“Oh really? What kind of things?”
Leaning forward, they’re both breathing the others air. “That the owner of this bed has a lot of …stamina, and that a cat can expect a thorough petting here.”
Chuckling, Erik replies, “Well I can assure you that rumor is true. Would you like a demonstration?”
Charles purr deepens. “Oh would I.”
“Okay, go get me your cat-brushes.” Erik swats at Charles ass, laughing at the face he gets in return. For once Erik isn’t tired enough to fall over the second he hits the sheets and he has a feeling part of that has to do with Charles. The silly thing was reenacting ‘Say Anything’ and next thing he knows Charles is going to climb onto a table with a birthday cake for him. Though Erik refuses to give his underwear away to anyone but Charles. He does not live in a John Hughes movie.
“Eri-k.” Charles wiggles closer. “I’m trying to seduce you here. Be serious.”
He’s still giggling, so Erik tries to hide his smile behind his fist so Charles will stop pouting. “Charles, darling, the best seductions are never serious.” Charles perks his ears towards Erik and listens intently. “Sex is messy and fun and somewhat crazy, or the best kind is.”
Charles hums, thinking about it. “I see. So I shouldn’t worry about being perfect?”
“No.”
“Oh, what a relief.” And Charles is surging forward, knocking their lips together and yanking Erik forward by his hair. He groans into the warm mouth, wet and sloppy and entirely perfect. Moving his hands to cradle Charles’ rump and pull him closer so he can feel smooth skin against his rougher hands.
Erik is sure he can never get enough of Charles. Everything about him is new and refreshing; he’s so likable without being annoying, honest but not blunt, sweet without being saccharine, handsome but not overly so where Erik won’t have to worry about killing everyone just for looking at his cat.
If ever there was a person made more true to be his other half it would be Charles. He’d take any hardship or overcome any obstacle to keep him by his side.
“Stop thinking so much,” Charles bites at Erik’s neck, drawing blood with his sharp canines. “I must be doing something wrong if you still have a thought in that big brain of yours.”
See, Charles had his priorities right. Obviously perfect.
Growling, Erik pulled Charles closer to him. Running his hands down the smooth pale skin of Charles’ ribs and back, scratching at the base of the furry tail.
“Ah!” Charles cried out. Hips moving to follow the motion of Erik’s hand. “Oh, please! Again.”
Smirking into the dip where shoulder met neck, Erik repeated the motion. Charles’ body going with the movement, clinging tightly to Erik’s shoulders while his hips rolled up into the air. How very cat-like of him.
Erik wondered if he could get him to yowl loud enough to wake the household.
“Oh! Oh!” Charles is moaning. Face flush and sweating like he’s about to come just from the scratching of his tail alone. Erik is majorly turned on by this show of weakness. He hadn’t known this was such an Achilles’ heel for a cat, otherwise he would have used it earlier. Who knew?
Erik: professional cat masseuse.
He could probably have a lucrative job of it. If Charles was willing to share, which he doubted. The man had a thing for his hands and was oddly possessive about them. Erik totally didn’t mind.
Charles was biting his lips, trying not to cry out. Head thrown back as he hummed and swayed with the motion of the petting, little squeaks making it out of his pink lips after every aggressive graze against the base of his tail.
“Come on baby, say something.” Erik whispered.
“Erik.” Charles groaned. “Enough, it’s too much.”
Erik ignored him, pressing down hard on the bundle of nerves there with his thumb. Charles bucked wildly before savagely trying to take a chunk out of his arm.
“You bit me!” Erik startled back, hitting his head on the headboard and pulling his hands back. That was not a sexy bite, that was a fucking ‘I’m going to give you rabies’ bite. What the hell?
Charles licked the blood from his teeth, looking angry and pleased with himself at the same time, glaring down at Erik from where he sat. “I told you.” Glancing towards the wound, he actually looked sorry for what he did. “Do you need a band aid?”
“I need freakin’ medical gauze Charles.” Erik said angrily. Why was it that every time things started to heat up, some crazy shit would happen and ruin the mood.
You know what? Fuck that.
Erik was going to ignore this and get things back to rollin’. He would bleed to death, but not before getting off. Charles owed it to him.
“Just…come here.” Erik grouched, pulling Charles back into a kiss. Charles chirped, pleasantly surprised by the change in attitude, he wiggled closer again. Erik could taste his own blood in Charles’ mouth, the warm copper taste along with the flat flavor of Charles’ own spit. He didn’t care, or he tried not to, until he couldn’t resist biting down on Charles’ tongue once he got the chance.
“Mhm!” Charles pulled back, hands over his mouth. “You bit me!”
Erik grinned. “Paybacks a bitch, isn’t it.”
Charles eyes narrowed. “Really Erik, you want to go down that road.”
“Fuck yeah.”
The smaller man glared at Erik. Both sat there quietly contemplating the next move.
Charles moved first, with speeds never before reached, he darted forward and bit at Erik’s nipple.
“Jesus Christ!”
“Ha!” Charles said against Erik’s chest. Licking at the bruised skin there and lightly blowing on it when he pulled away. He fluttered his eyelashes at Erik, looking up at him with his ethereal blue eyes. God, Erik would become a chew toy if Charles kept looking at him like that.
So Erik gave up rather fast after that. Surrendering to Charles, who purred and preened about it while Erik flopped back against the bed in defeat. Charles lay on top of him, unashamedly getting comfortable against Erik’s hard prick.
“Oh Erik,” Charles sighed happily. “Here are the rules, you’re going to lay there and take whatever I give you.”
Oh sweet Jesus, thank God. Erik happily looked up at the ceiling and thanked the big man for finally taking pity on Erik’s blue balls. Someone was at last looking out for him.
“Stop winking at the ceiling fan and pay attention to me.” When Charles said ‘me’ he emphasized it by biting at Erik’s other nipple. Yelping, Erik hunch forward some and almost knocked Charles off him. Charles steadied himself by wrapping his tail around Erik’s ankle.
The fur kind of tickled against Erik’s foot.
“Make me.” Erik jeered.
With a wicked smile Charles said, “With pleasure.” Then reaching down and pulling Erik’s cock out of his pants.
Erik gulped loudly.
He hadn’t expected Charles to just whip it out like that. That was delicate equipment he was handling there, and they had just established Charles had a biting fetish. Seriously, Erik was kind of concerned here.
Charles licked from one nipple down his abs, swirling his tongue around Erik’s belly button while one hand squeezed gently around his cock. Erik shivered as the cool air caressed the wet trail left by Charles.
Or not. Erik was totally cool with where this was going.
Erik spread his legs so Charles could get comfortable between them. He settled in and patted Erik’s flank in thanks. Eyes flashing with pleasure he rewarded Erik by nipping lightly at the skin of his hip, laving at the dent between bone and boner. Erik’s cock bumping against the underside of Charles’ chin, where the rumble from his purr made his cock twitched violently.
Erik suddenly had a great vision of where this was going: Valhalla. (Not the actual place, because Erik really didn’t want to be thinking of that weirdo Thor at a time like this.)
Trying hard not to just grab Charles’ hair and guide him to where he needed to be, he fisted the sheets instead. Patiently dying as Charles teased him, licking and slurping at every patch of skin but the one place Erik was groaning for him to taste. He was evil. Evil. Evil. Evil.
“C-Charles.” Erik whimpered.
With one last lick to the inside of Erik’s thigh, Charles glanced up at him. “Yes dear?”
“Get on with it.” He growled, rutting up into Charles body.
Charles laughed, cool air blowing against Erik’s raging erection. “Erik, I really don’t want to get into a conversation about ordering ones cat around, mostly because I really don’t think you’d listen to me right now.”
“I’m going to kill you, you fucking tease.” Erik seethed, reaching down to finish himself off if Charles was going to be like that. Charles batted his hands away, cat ears going back as he growled at Erik.
“No. This is mine now.” He possessively took hold of Erik’s dick.
Erik swore he could have it if he just did something about it.
As if sensing Erik’s struggle, Charles crouched over him, looking slightly nervous but determined. Eyes focused with great longing on the cock before him. He leaned over, cheeks hesitantly nestling against the spongy skin of Erik’s manhood before giving it a tentative lick. Tasting the pre-cum leaking from the tip with a smacking of his lips, he seemed startles by the flavor, surprised by how much he liked it.
“Oh Erik,” Charles breathed. “You taste marvelous.” Erik picked his jaw off the floor. Staring down at Charles and trying to stop his heart from beating out of his chest.
Charles licked his lips. Smiling happily up at Erik and leaning forward to press his lips against the cock bobbing in front of him. Mouthing up and down it until it glistened with spit and had Erik curling his toes in bliss. He experimented with licks and sucking at the texture, the veiny underside of Erik’s cock. A trill of pleasure came from the back of his throat as he popped his lips around the head.
Erik choked on his own spit, throwing his head back as Charles worked him over.
Charles sucked him down as best as he could. Almost gagging when he tried to take too much at once.
“Easy,” Erik whimpered, leaning forward to run a hand through Charles hair.
Charles blinked up at him, red mouth stretched wide around the girth of Erik’s cock. Their eyes met and held, even when Charles did something marvelous with his tongue.
Erik bucked and cried out, back curving as Charles almost swallowed him whole. The hand still in Charles’ hair pulled tight, getting a growl from Charles. His breath stolen from his lungs, Erik felt almost like he was being stabbed.
Charles pulled off until only the head was still in his mouth, hand coming up to cradle the shaft and lightly fondle Erik’s balls. He seemed particularly interested in the shape and texture of the skin there, tonguing at every dip and curve until Erik was a withering mess. Popping off he licked from root to tip, kissing the slit there and swallowing him down once again. Hand going around the rest he couldn’t take down just yet.
Then he started purring.
Erik came so fast, he barely was able to shout out a warning. His orgasm was so surprising, Erik almost blacked out. Every muscle in his body seized, his voice cracking until he bit down violently on his own tongue. His vision whites out, when he opened his eyes there were green and purple dots dancing about the room. He melted into a puddle of goo on the sheets. The warm feeling of release and Charles’ body heat above him cradling him into a blissful layer of satisfaction.
Charles swallowed everything Erik gave him, sucking and pumping at Erik’s slowly softening cock. Milking him for all he’s worth (and Erik will never be able to say the word milk without getting a hard on from now on). Only pulling off once every bit of semen was sucked away, and Erik’s withered cock twitched at every sensitive pull.
Licking his lips, Charles looked like a cat that got the bowl of cream.
“Why thank you Erik.” Charles purred.
“Guh.” Erik boggled at him.
Biting his lips, Charles slides his body against Erik’s until they are face to face. His own hard on pressing against Erik’s hip. Rutting his pelvis against the slick skin there.
“Oh,” Erik sighs, hands going to Charles’ rump, wiggling his fingers under the underwear.
Charles looks distressingly turned on. Like if Erik didn’t touch him he might expire from want. Working up the rest of his energy that hasn’t been sucked out of his cock, Erik goes about getting Charles off in return. Slipping the boxers off easily, and finally, they are full skin on skin. Charles penis leaving a trail of pre-cum against his hips and thigh.
Erik purrs this time. Charles chirps happily and nibbles at Erik’s collarbone.
Sliding on hand around Charles’ cock, he pumps. Charles whimpers and humps into his hand. Clawing at Erik’s arms and chest, leaving red welts in their wake. Erik grunts, thinking quickly, he sucks at his own fingers, getting them thoroughly wet and slick before returning the hand to Charles’ rump. Wet fingers leaving a trail down the crack of Charles’ ass before pausing at his hole.
“Oh,” Charles purrs, moving back into the larger tan hand. “Please.”
Still pumping Charles’ cock, he presses against the ring of muscles. Charles shivers, tail wrapping tightly around Erik’s wrist. Hitching Charles closer, Erik wiggles a finger into Charles. The warm heat of him delicious against his finger. He hums, pressing his check against Charles’ as he presses the digit deeper.
Charles whimpers, hips speeding up as he thrust forward into the ring of Erik’s fist then back into the finger penetrating his anus. Then Erik adds another finger inside him, the stretch almost painful to Charles’ virgin passage. Crooking his fingers, Erik finds Charles prostate with lightning precision.
“O-oh! Erik!” Charles cries out, gasping then biting at Erik’s neck. He’s coming a second later, a warm sticky mess on Erik’s stomach. He trembles, nuzzling closer to Erik like he’s seeking protection from his own orgasm. Frightened by the feelings coursing through his veins.
“Shh…” Erik whispers in a furry cat ear. Pulling Charles chin up so he can kiss him. Charles’ eyes are closed and brows furrowed, a small trail of tears at the corners of his lashes. “What’s wrong buddy?”
“Erik. Meow.” Charles whimpers.
Rolling them over so their laying side by side, Erik comforts Charles. Unsure why he is so upset, he pets the cat-man until Charles quiets.
“You okay?” He asks.
Charles sniffles. “It was so intense.”
“Yeah, that happens sometimes.”
“Always?”
“I don’t know.” Erik sighs, tucking Charles under his chin and pulling the covers up over them. He knows that they both are still messy but doesn’t care. He refuses to move from Charles’ embrace. Also, he’s almost 100% certain that his body wouldn’t hold him up, his legs feel like jelly and his arms feel like lead weights.
And Charles is already snoring softly against his chest.
***
Erik woke to Charles’ tail trying to go up his nose. Snorting, he pushed it out of the way and rolled over.
Charles was curled up around the pillows and Erik’s head, shivering lightly from the cold.
It was early, not even dawn yet. Feeling mellow and relaxed from last night, he really didn’t want to wake Charles up before he left. The guy looked like he needed to sleep and after his performance last night, he deserved a bit of a lie-in. And if all went well, they’d be back before he even woke up. Pressing a kiss to Charles’ forehead, he moved him under the covers where he had previously been sleeping, hoping the body heat left over would warm him some.
Charles murmured, ears twitching as he snuggled into Erik’s pillow. Still, he stayed asleep.
He’d see him when he got back. For now, he’d memorize this picture for the rest of his life.
Dressing quietly in his Magneto costume, he picked up his helmet and heading downstairs where the others were waiting. Emma was in the foyer, adjusting her breast, making sure that they were perky enough inside her white leather dress. She looked at him all nonchalant as he came down the stairs, totally unconcerned that she had just flashed him.
“Nice night.”
“Delightful.” He replied.
“Yes, that was a statement dear, not a question.” She sniffed. “I think we all heard enough to know you had a ‘delightful’ night, last night.” Trouble with having a telepath in the house, he figured. Not much got past her.
Erik tried to fight the blush, but really it was rather useless.
“Please Frost, your almost green with jealousy. It clashes with the outfit.”
“Bitch.” She glared.
Erik’s reply was cut off by Alex and Darwin bursting through the doors, panting and excited to leave.
“Oh good, you’re ready. We were about to draw straws to see who’d be unlucky enough to have to wake you up.” Alex blurted. Darwin elbowed him and shook his head rapidly, leaning towards Alex to whisper, “He’s in a good mood, man. Don’t make it worse.”
Clapping his hands together, Erik ignored them. “Right. Is everybody ready?”
***
The Brotherhood was successful. Once again.
Elation and triumph coursed through them. They’d taken down another one of those horrible government mutant holding facilities, saved some mutants, and no one on their side even got a scratch. Oh, delete that, Beast got a little cut up from some flying glass but Erik didn’t really care. He was still mad at the scientist for what he did to Charles. Let it never be said that Magneto didn’t hold a grudge. Not that anyone would. It was common knowledge Erik was a dick.
“That was great.” Angel smiled, everyone dropping hands once Azazel had teleported them into the front lawn of the mansion. Emma huffed, her little white cape had gotten singed.
“Hey, what’s that?” Sean pointed at the door. It was busted on one side, barely hanging on the hinges and swaying in the air.
“Oh God.” Janos gasped, staring at the drops of blood trailing inside.
Erik was pretty sure his heart stopped beating completely.
Raven. The kittens.
Charles.
“Emma, see if whatever or whoever is still here. We need to know if we’re still in any danger.” Erik barked, the ability to command coming to him easily. Some days he felt like he’d been born to lead a war.
Right now they needed to minimize the danger, and then search for survivors. Whatever had done that could still be here. Erik could count on Raven, even in her sick state, to be able to protect the kittens and Charles. He had too. The other option didn’t bear thinking about.
“Sean, Angel -get an aerial view. Alex, Janos- you comb the grounds. Darwin, you and Azazel are with me-we’re going inside.” Erik addressed the team. “Hank, stay with Emma.”
Like a well oiled machine, everyone was off. Performing their duties like the good little soldiers they were. Everyone looked angry that someone had dared to violate their home while they were away.
The entrance was a mess. Broken furniture and shredded curtains, like a miniature tornado had come through here.
“Emma says she can’t feel anyone on the grounds, alive at least.” Darwin remarked, wincing at the wording Emma had passed on to him. He kicked at a chair leg lying on the floor.
God, where would Raven have taken others?
The trail of blood led upstairs. Every step he took echoed in his chest, the dread that whosever blood that was belonged to someone he cared for. Who would do this?
Erik choked. Who wouldn’t do this? The Brotherhood had so many enemies; any one of them would take the chance to attack. What motive did they have for doing this? Were they expecting everyone to be here, or were they specifically targeting the ones left behind? The endless questions just ran through his mind, blocking the trepidation that whatever they found upstairs might not be something he wanted to see.
Darwin looked confused. “Who’s Victor? Beast says he smells his scent around the door.”
Fury. Rage. Erik felt the metal around him bend, twisting into deformed blobs as the house groaned under his power.
One of their own had done this. Someone Erik had voluntarily let into their house. A guest into his home, introduced to his family. This was a abuse that Erik couldn’t condone.
He would kill Victor Creed if he did anything to Charles and the others. He would lament the day he heard the name Magneto.
“-ik. Erik!” Azazel hit his shoulder, jostling the helmet and bringing Erik out of his murderous thoughts. “Stop. Settle down.”
“He’s one of us.” Erik gasped. Azazel met his eyes, looked him right in the face and nodded, he understood what Erik was saying.
“I know. He’s not here though. Gone, injured. The blood is his.”
Good.
Erik calmed down. Looking relieved, Azazel made sure Erik sat down on the stairs, central enough he could watch as Azazel popped from room to room. Darwin walking down the halls and double checking each room for any signs of life. With a great sigh, Erik removed the helmet.
‘Place is clear. No one’s here. Alex reports the backdoor is broken and one of the cars is missing. There’s also a trail leading into the woods behind the mansion.’ Emma’s voice reverberated in his head. ‘Beast says once you’re ready he can try to sniff around, catch someone’s trail.’
He nodded, even though Emma couldn’t see. ‘Let him in. Tell him to follow Raven first.’
There was a buzzing in his ears, like a hive of bees had taken up residence behind him. He felt weak with exhaustion, emotionally and physically.
“Hey,” Darwin sat down beside him. He was startled to see that everyone else was already inside, picking up furniture and checking to see what was missing. “Everything will be fine, you’ll see.”
Erik stared at him blankly.
“Erik.” Emma’s voice was sharp, breaking through the commotion that had taken up residence in his head. “There’s something you need to see.”
He was up and standing next to her in a flash, both of them staring out the back window towards the dark clouds hovering over a certain spot about two miles away.
Lightning flashed, particularly close to a large satellite Erik liked to play with when he wanted a challenge.
***
Erik wasn’t sure how long it took, but it felt like hours before they were standing at the base of the satellite. He wasn’t even sure how he got there.
“You think someone’s up there?” Sean asked hesitantly. Lightning flash, the booming roar of thunder, all centered right over this exact spot. As dark as the swirling clouds were, it was odd that it wasn’t raining.
Emma had stayed behind, hoping to expand her power with Hanks help to find anyone heading back. With the danger passed there was an anticipation someone would come home. Erik trusted her to be able to reach him if something did happen.
“Yes. Ororo can control the weather, there’s a good possibility that she’s here.”
“Where exactly?” Sean gulped, staring up at the large metal dish.
Erik just looked up. Darwin and Alex followed his gaze, squinting up at the tiny ledge at the very top. Erik desperately wished he had brought Azazel along, but he was combing the town. Even Janos would be good to have around right about now. Why hadn’t he thought of any of this before he left?
“That’s really high.” Alex said. “Can Sean fly up there without getting hit by lightning?” He had followed Erik in the hope that his younger brother would be with whoever was up there. And Erik was distantly proud of him for not being in hysterics.
But he hadn’t thought of that. Erik was just desperate to get to the top he hadn’t even contemplated the dangers involved. He cursed, pulling his cape off and handing it and his helmet to Darwin.
“I’ll do it.”
“B-but Metal!” Sean motioned to him, then the sky. “Benjamin Franklin!”
Whatever that meant. Erik could care less. The lightning didn’t seem to be hitting the satellite dish, so as long as that kept up he should be okay.
“Stay here. If the storm doesn’t let up in an hour, call Emma and have her send Janos over, then Sean you get your ass in the air and see if they’re up there.” Without a backward glance, he was inside the building at the base, sending out tendrils of power to shape out the skeleton of the satellite. Taking an elevator as high as he could until he couldn’t go farther. On the roof there was a ladder, going the rest of the way up.
There was a puddle of blood at his feet.
He wasn’t scared of heights. He wasn’t scared of being fried to death. He wasn’t even scared of falling to his bloody death.
He was scared of not finding anybody up there. Alive.
It would be a long climb, but he’d die if he didn’t do it. Counting each rail as he did, he scaled the complex, completely focused on the task and not the scenarios his imagination was creating.
Panting, his muscles screaming at him with every movement, he was maybe about 10 meters away when the ladder just stopped. Metal singed off by something sharp and hot, whoever was up there didn’t want anyone following.
Fuck. Erik wrapped his arms around the pole, searching for another way up. Wind howled, bashing him against the metal bars.
Nothing.
Cursing in German, he knew what he had to do. It was a big risk and he’d only performed it a couple of times, but it was the only way up the rest of the way. Reaching a hand out, he pushed against the metal and then pulled at it. A combination of finding the between, the perfect middle ground to control without damaging the metal around him.
Stabilized, he let go of the ladder. Floating seamlessly up the rest of the way, he didn’t break concentration once. He imaged himself as one of Charles’ jingle balls, gliding effortlessly through the air.
His feet landed on the platform.
Ororo gasped. Wide, terror filled eyes looked up at him from where she was cuddled next two huddled forms.
Almost instantly the wind let up, a crack of sunlight burst through the clouds. Illuminated, he got his first good look at who was up here with the little storm girl.
Limp cat ears didn’t even twitch when he set his hand on the curly, brown hair.
“He’s scared.” Ororo whispered, pulling Erik by his hand over to the huddled figures.
“Charles,” Erik said, crouching beside him.
“No, Scott’s scared. He’s keeping him calm.” Ororo pushed against Erik’s back. She seemed unconcerned by how high up they were by her liberated movements, making Erik stumble when he took a glance down the railing.
Charles twitched.
There was movement under the large grey t-shirt (another of Erik’s). Charles’ face was hidden, looking down the neck of his shirt to the breathing mass there. It seemed Scott was hidden up under the shirt next to Charles. Both bodies cuddled together and hidden from view.
“Hey, hey. Charles…”
With Ororo hanging off one arm, Erik scoots as close to Charles and Scott as he could. Watching the odd movement under the clothes, it looked like Charles’ arm was petting Scott’s back. They were freezing, had to be compared to Erik and Ororo, and their huddled forms were shaking almost violently.
“Erik…” Blue eyes hesitantly meet Erik’s. He can feel the small kitten between them. Scott whimpers, and Charles pulls him deeper into his embrace and Erik cautiously puts a hand on what he believes is the back of Scott’s head.
He drops his forehead to Charles, breathing deeply. “You’re okay?”
Like a dam breaking, Charles starts crying, silent tears falling down his cheeks. “Meow. Erik. It was horrible. That man came for the kittens. And Raven got hurt, and he tried to take Jean. We couldn’t get them away fast enough. Meow. Got high, got far. Was followed.”
“Shh…” Erik kissed at the tears. “Is anybody hurt? That’s what I want to know.”
“No.” Charles shakes his head. “Got scratched up some, and Scott is really scared.”
“Okay. Good. Where’s Raven and Jean?”
“The car. We had to trick him, make him think I had Jean while she got away, went into town.” Charles sniffed, and not caring how disgusting it was Erik used the maroon sleeve of his own shirt to wipe the snot away. Charles just blinked at him with moisture clumped eyelashes.
“Okay. Fine. Where’s Victor now? Do you know?”
Nodding with his head, Charles pointed towards the ladder.
“He fell!” Ororo supplied, yelling in Erik’s ear. “We climbed up and Mr. Charles had Scott use his power to cut the ladder. The bad man fell down and went ‘splat’!” She made a motion with her hand to illustrate. “But he got up again and ran away.”
“Oh,” Erik was frankly amazed. He hadn’t known the children knew how to use their powers so well without letting them getting so out of control. Especially since Scott was so scared of heights, and somehow able to look over the ledge enough to cut the ladder so precisely. “I’m proud of you all. You were very brave.” He smiled at Ororo, patting at the lump of shirt that was Scott.
Ororo blushed, nibbling at her finger nail as she stared right back into Erik’s eyes. Suddenly the sky was clear and bright blue.
“Everything okay up here?” Darwin asked, feet landing gently on the ledge behind him as Sean flew by. Ororo gave a cheer, excited to see someone else.
“Get Ororo down, I’m going to stay up here with Scott and Charles.”
Looking excited at the prospect, Ororo skipped to Darwin’s side. Asking him questions about how they were going to get down and if Darwin could fly also.
“Probably,” Darwin smiled down at her. “But not today. How do you feel about Sean taking us for a ride instead.”
She shrugged. “That’s okay I guess.”
Erik turned away, at least one child would have no problem getting off the satellite. While Charles didn’t look frightened, he was mostly concentrating on Scott and he probably wouldn’t leave without ensuring the kitten got down first. And it would be hard getting the kitten down, Erik’s mother had been scared of heights so he knew how those types of people could panic.
There was a ‘weee’ behind him, and he figured Ororo was heading down with Sean.
“I don’t want to tell you how to use your powers, but Alex really wants to make sure Scotts okay. He won’t get better staying up here and the best thing to do is get him on the ground.” Darwin said.
“Thanks, I got this.” Already he had ideas. If Charles and Scott refused to move then he could work around that. It was just a matter of moving the whole platform with them on it. There would be property damage, but really, all in a day’s work for the Brotherhood.
Waiting till Darwin and Sean were looping down together, he took stock of the platform. Charles looking from Scott to Erik with increasingly concerned expressions.
“Hold him tight. I’ll be as gentle as possible.” Erik said, the wind stealing his breath away once he stood up and was no longer protected by the dish.
“I have no doubt of that, Erik dear.” Charles smiled haggardly, body curling around Scott until it looked like the cat-man was pregnant.
He wasn’t sure what it was, either Charles’ faith in him or some deep well of power he hadn’t been sure of before, but detaching and moving the platform down was one of the easiest and smoothest uses of his ability ever. There was hardly a peep from the two, until they set down and Charles let out a loud sigh.
“You’re so amazing.” Charles uncurled, un-tucking the shirt from around Scott. Alex was on them a minute later, fluttering around like a mother hen and getting in everyone’s way.
“Is he okay? Scott, answer me bro!” Alex screeched. With a whisper and a nudge from Charles, Scott peeked out at them. His red sunglasses were crooked, but he looked unharmed.
“Alex? Erik?” His voice was raw. Erik had a feeling that Scott had been screaming a lot. Even in imminent danger, it probably took a lot out of the little guy to climb that far up the satellite.
Alex scooped Scott up, walking around the grass as Scott burst into tears at the presence of his brother. Murmuring quietly into each other’s ears until Scott was just sniffling into Alex’s neck.
“Erik,” Charles impacted with Erik’s chest, hugging him tightly around the ribs and knocking his breath away. “I’m so happy your back. I knew you’d find us, I had no doubt.” He purred.
“I’ll always find you, no matter where.” Erik said, hugging just as tightly back.
*** part 4