fic: The Cat's Meow part 4
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“Charles, Scott, Ororo!” Raven yelled, running down the lawn towards them. She was back in her blue form, but since she was sick her cheeks were glowing orange. The others stayed grouped around the back porch, Angel checking Jean over for any injures. Charles let go of Erik’s waist to accept her hug.
“Raven, are you okay? Did he come after you?”
“No. The plan worked, we got into town and stayed hidden for a few hours. We just got back.”
Ororo ran out from behind Darwin, rushing to Jean. There was loud squealing and excited jumping as the little girls embraced. Janos took a heavy step back and cupped his ears.
“Erik, Sabertooth was after Jean. There’s an contract out for her.” Raven said to Erik, arms still around Charles as they hobbled to the house.
“Any idea why?” Erik asked.
“I couldn’t exactly sit him down for tea and ask him. And Charles was throwing chairs and darting ninja kicks at him to fast to even get them to settle down.” Raven threw Charles a quirky smile. “I didn’t even know you knew how to fight.”
“I know how to fight as a cat.” Charles shrugged.
“Hah, cat fight!” Sean giggled behind them.
Erik shot him a glare and the laughing cut off abruptly. “As long as Victor was the only one injured I could care less how dirty you fight.” Erik wound his arm back around Charles’ hip, earning a surprised look from Raven.
“So everyone’s okay and that horrible man is gone?” Charles asked as their group joined the other. The older boys slapping each other on the back, and the children filling the adults in on their own opinion of what happened. Emma glanced Erik and Charles over before nodding in satisfaction.
“Yes. Everyone’s good.” Emma answered.
The mansion was a mad-house for the next few hours. Everyone running from room to room wailing about what was broken and what was missing. If Erik heard one more time that ‘My satin panties are missing! My IPod was stolen’ he was going to break something over someone’s head. (Beside which, he had a feeling that had more to do with Deadpool and less to do with Victor Creed. Wade had left with an extra bag that he hadn’t come in with. He’s just surprised it took everyone else this long to notice).
It also seemed Charles could get creative when defending his ‘babies’. By the scattered kitchen utensils and bits of foods, it appeared Charles had been startled while cooking breakfast.
Charles had unofficially adopted the kittens, if all the mothering he saw happening was true. He even accidently licked Jean’s hair when he tried to put it in a pony tail for her, much to her giggling surprise. Erik just pretended he didn’t see anything. That tongue was going into some strange places lately.
“Erik,” Scott shuffled over to him. He must have slipped his overbearing protector. Erik stopped, crouching down so they could look into each other face.
“I want to thank you, for saving me- I mean us. Mr. Charles said you would and I didn’t believe him.” Scott looked at his shoes, face scrunched up in shame.
Ruffling his hair, Erik smiled. “It’s okay buddy. You just joined our household recently, so I won’t hold it against you. But always know, I protect everyone in my family if it’s the last thing I do, and your part of our family now.”
“Oh, okay.” He didn’t look too sure though so Erik pulled him closer by his elbows. “You most likely saved Charles and Ororo by cutting the ladder. That was extremely brave of you, and I could never thank you enough for protecting them.”
“I was scared though,” Scott sniffed.
“That’s okay. Sometimes being brave is being scared and being able to fight through that fear. I was really scared climbing that ladder but I didn’t let that stop me from getting to you.”
“Oh, you were?”
“Yeah. I was really worried for you all, and I couldn’t find that bad man who was chasing you.”
Scott surged into his arms, clinging to his neck. “Thank you. Mr. Charles says that if we stay by metal you’ll always find us.”
Surprised by the affection, Erik gently hugged back. “Yeah, I will. Here,” Erik pulled something out of his pockets, slipping the metal from his belt and shaping it into an object. “Keep this with you and I’ll know where you are all the time.”
He reshaped the buckle into a lightning bolt. “To remind you of today and how heroic you were.”
“Oh wow! Like Harry Potter’s lightning bolt!” Scott cradled it in his hands.
“Uh, sure?” Erik had no clue what the kid was talking about. “Have your brother string it and you can wear it as a necklace.”
“Not the girly kind.” Scott scowled at him.
“No, it’s a very manly necklace. I have one just like it.” Erik showed him the necklace he usually kept hidden under his clothes. His mother’s golden Star of David that she had given to him before she passed. He didn’t leave the house without it. Ever.
“Cool.” Scott traced the points of the star with his finger.
“Scott!” Alex careened around the corner, skidding into a large vase. “There you are!”
“Uh-oh. So much for that get-away” Scott sighed, stepping away from Erik. Standing up, Erik looked back down at him and ruffled his hair again, earning a puckered face that made him look so much like his brother.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll train you how hide so no one can find you.” Erik shrugged. “Except for me of course.”
Scott goggled at him, his jaw dropping in awe. “Really!? You will.”
Laughing, Erik nodded. Alex practically bowled them both over when he got to them, scooping up Scott like a baby and tutting over him. Scott just took the mothering with calm resignation.
“You mister, need to stop running away.” Alex scolded.
“I didn’t run away, I just wanted to talk to Mr. Erik.”
“Well did you say what you wanted to say? Darwin’s making cupcakes and I told him you’d want to lick the bowl.” Alex barely even looked at Erik.
“Yeah, that would be cool. Bye Mr. Erik!” Scott waved at him over Alex’s shoulder as they headed back down the hall.
Erik stood there in the hall watching them. Oddly touched by what had just happened. The kittens usually didn’t interact with him all that much, so one seeking him out was bizarre. And really, he needed to stop thinking of them as ‘kittens’, Charles was a bad influence.
Speaking of the devil. Charles was watching him from the door to his room with heavy eyelids. Biting his lips and swinging his tail behind him.
“Erik, dear, that was strangely hot.” He purred.
“What?” Erik looked down at himself, trying to figure out what Charles was talking about.
“You. Being all…paternal.” Charles slinked towards him. “It’s sexy.”
“Oh really.” Erik growled right back. When Charles was close enough, he yanked him forward. Using the momentum, Charles pounced, wrapping his legs around Erik’s hips and clinging to his shoulders. They met in the middle for a quick kiss.
“Take me to your room, and put a litter in me.”
Erik burst out laughing. “God Charles, that sounds horrible.”
“How so?” Charles pouted at him.
Adjusting for the added weight, Erik waddled them towards his room. It had been relatively untouched by the attack, and besides the messy sheets and clothes littering the floor, looked perfectly normal.
“Men do not tell other men to put babies in them.” Erik tossed Charles on the bed.
“Why not?” Charles sounded actually perplexed by this.
And really, Erik did not want to get into that explanation. He was tired, still kinda angry, and so emotionally and physically drained he’d probably tell Charles anything just to get to take a nap. Which kind of ruined the mood that parts of his body were getting into.
“They just don’t. Now get undress, I want to check your wounds.”
Wiggling out of his clothes displayed a couple of large, hand-size bruises on Charles’ torso, some red welts on his arms, and a bloody knee from where he must have tripped. Not the worst damage one could get from a crazy, feral mutant, but all the same Erik wished it had never happened in the first place. Retrieving a first aid kid from the bathroom, Erik cleaned and bandaged the wounds. Earning little squeaks and yips from Charles when the alcohol pad swiped over the open skin.
“My tail too.” Charles muttered. Because of the dark brown fur Erik hadn’t noticed, but it was matted with blood near the tip. “He pulled it while we were climbing.”
Stifling down the fury, Erik tried desperately hard not to lose control of his power. Still, bits of metal hovered millimeters off the floor. He would hunt down Victor Creed later; right now he had to take care of his family. Give the man time to worry himself into a panic, he’ll be looking over his shoulder every second of the day until Erik put him out of his misery. No one attacks one of his own and lives to tell about it.
He had to trim some of the hair around the cuts, getting glowered at all the while. Trying not to smirk, Erik finished up by wrapping a bandage strip around the tail and tying a bow on the end.
“Oh, ha ha. You’re so cute Erik.” Charles took his tail back, petting it and smoothing the fur back down. But he left the bow.
Standing back up, Erik’s knees popped. He groaned, tossing the smaller man his t-shirt and watching as Charles put it on. Once Charles was all taken care of, he fell heavily into the cushioned bed and fluffy pillows face first. “I’m so tired.” He moaned.
Charles crawled onto his back, gently massaging his shoulders and neck. Erik groaned for a whole different reason then.
***
Erik woke from his nap drooling into his pillow at about 8pm. Charles was laying next to him, clicking away at the computer, his face illuminated by the blue light of the screen. The setting sun shining the last of its light through the window, a beautiful rosy red and mustard yellow.
“What are you doing?” Erik said, moving to look over Charles’ shoulder and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Charles flushed but didn’t block his view. The screen was full of kitty pictures. Oh Lord, Charles was surfing those ‘lol cat’ blogs.
Was that like watching cat porn to him? He wondered how Charles would watch those animal documentaries, what context he would view them in. He might try that later.
“Human’s are so weird.” Charles commented. “Body language is very important communication for a cat, and like here- see this cat is not asking for the cheeseburger, he probably just likes the sound of the wrapper.”
“They’re just comedy sites Charles. Nothing about them are fact, so you’re not supposed to take it seriously.”
“I know.” Charles huffed. “Though, I admit the video of the kitten and the apples was funny.”
Not knowing what he was talking about, Charles found a link to show it. It was pretty funny. It made him remember when Charles was just a fluffy little fur ball, wiggling and pouncing on anything that moved.
“I remember when you use to be scared of shoes.” Erik snickered, still lying in bed next to Charles.
“Ah! They were huge.” Charles’ ears stood strait up and his tail started swaying. “I got stuck in one once while you were away. It took me 2 hours to get out.”
“What? When?”
“Around my first day here, I went into your closet and your boots were right there and they were just goading me. I don’t know what I was thinking climbing into it, they were so large and dark.”
Erik laughed, ruffling Charles’ hair and scratching his ears. Charles purred and wiggled closer, closing the laptop and setting it on the bedside dresser. They cuddled together for a few minutes, Erik petting Charles.
“Erik, there’s something I want to give you.” Charles muttered, moving away from the warm pocket of blankets they had made and reached under the bed. Curious, Erik sat up so he could watch.
Pulling a jewelry box out from under the bed wasn’t what he was expecting though.
“Err…”
“I know it seems kind of silly.” Charles nervously messed with his hair. Looking down at the blue box in his lap with wide, unblinking eyes. “But it would mean a lot to me if you kept it. There’s a lot of sentimental value towards it and I feel there’s no better way than reminding you every day that I love you, than giving it to you.”
Opening the box, he brought out Charles’ old kitten collar. Navy blue, with a small silver jingle bell and silver nameplate. He had remembered buying it for Charles that first night she brought him home, Raven next to him in an old pet store, and Charles cradled to his chest. Raven kept trying to buy pink, sparkly collars but Erik had been firm that Charles was a boy, and boys do not get sparkles and girly colors. There had been a yelling match between them that sent Raven storming off to look at colorful toy mice instead, and Erik cooing to a baby Charles that girls were overrated.
“Where did you find this?” Erik had been sure he’d tossed it once Charles grew out of it.
Shaking his head, Charles replied. “I pulled it out of the trash. Hid it under the bed in my little nest there.”
“Why did you keep it?”
“It’s proof. That I’m yours and your mine. Verification that I belong to you from the very beginning.” Charles took the collar out of his hands and buckled it around Erik’s wrist. Erik stared down at it, moving his wrist gently as the bell chimed against the nameplate. He distantly thought that enemies would hear him coming, but be-damned if he ever took it off.
“Thank you Charles.” Leaning over, he kissed Charles on the cheek.
“I feel like I’ve just been proposed to.” Erik laughed, kissing Charles lightly on the lips.
Charles murmured, pulling Erik closer by the lapels of his shirt. Only then did Erik notice he was still in his Magneto outfit. The maroon cloth wrinkled. He would have to take it to their special drycleaner tomorrow morning.
“Well, I sort of did.” Charles told him seriously.
He’s almost sure he got whiplash from how fast he looked back at Charles. Blinking, Erik stared down into the cornflower blue eyes. “Seriously?” His voice cracked.
“I know it’s not like how humans do it. But it’s sort of the same, a collar instead of a ring.” Charles shrugged. “I promise to devote myself to you and you’re supposed to do the same.”
That’s not exactly how Erik remembers weddings are supposed to go, or a proposal. Aren’t there rings and candlelight dinner suppose to be involved? Then again, he’s pretty sure he never imagined he’d find himself in a relationship with his cat a couple of months ago. Much less a sexual one to boot. He’s positive his mother would’ve had something to say about this. She was probably in heaven right now scolding him for leaving a nice boy like Charles without a ring on his finger before he put his hands down the guy’s pants.
“Oh,” Heart trying to beat itself out of his chest, Erik felt his face flush. “You want to… marry? Me?” Just to be sure. Maybe Charles was talking to the bed. He’d marry the bed if he could find a rabbi to do it. It was a very lovely bed.
“Yes. I want us to be mates.” Charles eyebrows furrowed, finally he seemed to notice Erik had broken out into a violent sweat. “Unless…”
“Oh. No. I mean yes.” Erik swallowed the lump in his throat. “Are you absolutely sure?” He still sounded bizarrely bewildered they were having this conversation.
Charles fiddled with the bow on his tail. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. As long as you know I love you that’s all that really matters to me.”
‘Oh’ Erik thought again. Charles really did love him, wanted to be with him, forever it seemed. Erik had never had someone so determined to stay with him. And Charles was so wonderful, everyone loved him and it was so fantastic that he wanted Erik of all people.
Sure they’d only really ‘known’ each other for a few weeks. Kind of. Erik knew Charles all his life at least. It was sort of like growing up with someone. Who you couldn’t talk to. But as a human, it was so weird how one correlated their relationship with their pet into that. But then again, reality TV proved there were dumb people getting into marriage without really knowing each other all the time. At least Erik knew he REALLY liked Charles. Like a lot.
And the others would probably skin him alive if they found out Erik turned Charles down.
“Yeah, let’s do this your way.” Erik smiled. He couldn’t imagine himself with anyone other than Charles for the rest of his life. Strange, innocent Charles who demanded things from Erik no proper person would ask out loud. Who cuddled with him in bed and refused to get his own room, and cluttered Erik’s room with cat toys he pretended he still didn’t play with (even though he was a human now). Charles who called the children ‘kittens’ and wanted a litter of his own.
Erik would have to be a supreme idiot to turn him down.
Charles laughed in delight, throwing himself into Erik’s arms. Peppering kissing all over Erik’s face.
Brain stuttering to a halt, Erik pushed him back. “Wait, can you get pregnant?”
“Let’s find out.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Erik put his hands up in surrender. “Let’s not be too hasty.”
Charles had tore off his night clothes and was already working on Erik’s suit, but he was having trouble with the little metal buttons. “Why not. I’ve been patient this long. I was told we couldn’t have sex until marriage, and now that we’re engaged I don’t feel bad about breaking that rule.”
Fuck, Erik was going to kill someone. Whoever told Charles that horrible lie was going to get it.
Probably Emma. Or Raven. They were both bitches when it came to Erik’s love/sex life. And sex wasn’t limited to just penetration, Charles should know they’d already technically had oral sex. That had to count for something.
But back to the present. “No, I meant the pregnant thing.”
“Oh that.” Charles gave up on the buttons and just slashed through them with a claw. “I’m not sure. My organs are different, or so says McCoy. Maybe. Sure. Why not!” Ripping Erik’s shirt open with a somewhat overstated grand flare on that last note.
Why not indeed. Erik sputtered. “You want to be knocked up? Why don’t we just wait a little bit? Give it some time. Let us settle into our marriage. Actually, let’s get married first. I don’t want to have a shotgun marriage, my mother would be disappointed in me.”
Charles froze, hands clutching around Erik’s undershirt where he’d been pulling it out of his pants. “She would be? I’m so sorry Erik.” Charles looked regretfully down at his hands.
Shit. How did Erik do this to himself? It’s like some kind of horrible self sabotage disease. He’s about to get laid and he mention his disappointed mum. What a mood killer.
“No. It’s just, I always imagined kids after settling down. The two story cottage, the white picket fence, maybe a dog- or not, I can tell by your face we could do without the dog- and no other mutants around who might set our living room on fire and kill us all in a burning blaze of idiocy. Something stable to bring a kitten into.”
“As terribly romantic as that is Erik,” Charles soft smile made Erik’s heart skip a beat. “It’s not realistic. You would no sooner leave the others then I would. They are our family, and I want to raise our kittens among these people.”
“But there are people like Victor out there. The very idea that I’d put a kitten in a situation-” Erik cut off. It sounded so hypocritical of him. He was willing to put other people’s children (like Jean, Ororo, and Scott) into their household but not his own. It was peculiar noticing what a bastard he could be sometimes.
And he did love his little family he’d created among the Brotherhood. Emma, Raven, Sean, Darwin, just everyone. He would be so depressed if he had to leave them. Even Hank, who sometimes he wanted punch just on principal.
Charles settled on top of him. Now that he wasn’t frantically trying to rip Erik’s clothes off, Erik could appreciate the view. The dip of his back in particular, that tapered off into his furry tail.
“Okay point.” Erik conceded. “I’d still like to ask that we wait, at least on any attempts to procreate right this second. Sex is not out of the picture I promise!” He assured when Charles started to look exasperated. “We’ll just wrap it up for now. Use condoms.”
Charles ears flickered as he thought about it. Nibbling on his bottom lip as he tapped at his chin.
Erik held his breath.
“Fine.”
Sighing loudly, Erik had never been so relieved.
Charles sat up. “Put I did not come prepared for this ‘protective sex’. Unless you have condoms then I’m afraid we’re going to have to wait another night again.”
Oh did Erik have condoms.
God dammit he better have condoms! When was the last time he went shopping for supplies. He nearly knocked Charles off him when he surged towards the bedside dresser, tossing things aside as he dug through it.
In the deep crevice of his mind somewhere, there was a little voice yelling ‘Noooo…..’ like a desperate man falling off a cliff. Probably pushed off by a trusted friend who had gotten jealous over a job promotion in the accounting office, yearning for that cubical by the window instead of their own dark, clustered space. Life was cruel, especially for little shit like that.
And there were no fucking condoms anywhere in Erik’s room.
He hadn’t dated in so long they really weren’t a necessity on his shopping list. Lube- he had plenty of that, a plethora of flavors and ‘tingling sensations’ and one tiny bottle of pina colada shimmer glitter lube (He was drunk when he bought it- end story). Condoms though-zilch. How foolish he’d been. Making fun of Sean who stock piled condoms like he was going to the playboy mansion and he’d been designated orgy king for the weekend, but had never so much as gotten to first base with a girl in real life.
Curses! Erik suddenly hated his life. It was cruel, harrowing, and a dirty bastard.
There was noise at the door. Pulled from the hollowing ache in his mind and body, Erik turned to look.
Some kind, generous angel had slipped a packet of condoms under the door. Their shadowed feet seen walking calmly off down the hall.
Huh.
It had to be the goddamn condom fairy, who was real and had bestowed her mercy on Erik this once. Forever he shall prey to this kind, benevolent deity. All hallow be thy name and shit.
“What’s that?” Charles hopped off the bed in nothing but his underwear and crouched to inspect the little foil packets, poking them with a finger. There were about 9 of them, the glossy foil packets twinkling like stars in the night against his carpet.
Someone grossly overestimated Erik’s stamina. The mind was willing but the body was weak and nearing 40, he could only get up to so much in one night.
“Condoms, Charles.” Erik said with great benevolence. This was a moment to treasure. He was sort of breathless by the 180 he was going through. Overbearing despair to immense elation, it was sort of like the worst roller coaster ride ever.
“Oh neat.” Charles shrugged off their sudden appearance. He didn’t seem to care that someone in the house hold (a god/goddess among mortals) knew what they were getting up to. Picking the packets up, he set some of them on the dresser and brought two over to the bed with him.
Erik unexpectedly thought he was going to have to explain things again. Charles surprised him though by setting one on his pillow and holding the other out to Erik. “It’s squishy.”
Nodding, Erik took it. He pondered the thought about foreplay vs. getting strait to business. Just in case a meteor was going to hit the North Pole and kill everyone in 10 minutes. He could see it happening.
Charles hand moved up his thigh. Tail perked behind him in a ‘S’ shape as he watched Erik handle the foil packet. Curious as the cat he was.
Erik met Charles eyes over the condom. Two bright blue jewels set in the most beautiful and kind face in existence. It had to be some horrible injustice to the rest of the world that this man loved Erik. He was pretty sure he didn’t deserve him.
Setting the condom aside, Erik pulled Charles’ face forward by the back of his neck for a kiss. Warm, dry lips meeting his in a delicate congregation. Wispy brown curls tangling around his fingertips. Charles leaned into his chest, small hands holding onto his shirt.
Every kiss with Charles was like the first. The first kiss in existence. New and exciting, a startling reality that there was someone out there made for him. If he thought about it too hard, he’d probably tear up. He’d been alone for a long time, even surrounded by the other mutants he had distinctly been off by himself. With Charles around, that had changed. Charles brought him into the group in a way he never imagined possible, and at the same time stood by him where usually he went unaccompanied.
Kissing Charles was like coming home.
“Erik,” Charles sighed, rubbing his cheek against his. The deep rumble of his purr was like a soothing balm to Erik’s nerves. Trying not to become over eager he let himself relax, to just bask in Charles’ presence.
Kissing at Charles’ temple, Erik carded his fingers through the brown locks and scratched lightly at the fuzzy ears on the top of Charles’ head.
“Owner. Master. Husband. Mate.” Charles muttered in his ear, “Erik, love.” The last he sighed, almost whispering it to the air.
Running a hand up Charles’ ribs earned him a full body shudder. Erik could see where Charles’ erection was straining against his underwear, the indentation of his cock a feast for his eyes.
Fuck it. Erik was tired of this romantic shit. He knew he should be all gentle and slow for Charles since it was his first time at all, but seriously!? He was about to explode here. They both were. Erik would be doing them both a favor by putting them out of their misery as fast as he could. They could cuddle afterwards, to make up for all the lack of finesse Erik was sure they were about to miss out on.
Tipping Charles’ chin up, he brought their lips together again. Moist and messy, he didn’t worry about it getting sloppy. Charles ‘mew-ed’, working faster on getting Erik’s clothes off while Erik concentrated on getting as deep into Charles’ mouth as possible. Their one small moment of peace was over. It was a frenzied free for all to see who could make the other harder than they already were.
They had to break off the kiss though to get Erik’s undershirt off. In desperation to touch again, they clashed almost violently back together. Charles clawed at Erik’s naked shoulders to get closer, hooking one ankle around the back of Erik’s knee and stabbing him with a sharp toenail. The fur of his tail tickling up Erik’s thigh as it worked its way up.
Biting at Charles’ neck earned him an unexpectedly loud moan. It was sort of ‘yowl-y’.
Smirking, Erik worked to get Charles to make that sound again. Leaving a fresh trail of red hickies around Charles’ neck, like a necklace of red pearls.
Charles growled, pinching at Erik’s nipple.
‘Touché’, Erik thought. He leered at Charles, knowing as desperate as they were to get it on that they were both competitive enough to turn this into a game of sorts. And really, this was the kind of game Erik could get behind whole heartedly.
It was also a game Erik planned to win.
Blue eyes that normally Erik believed were full of innocent wonder went sharp and calculating. Like in a rugby match before the whistle blew, they both went still, eyeing each other and speculating who would make the next move.
Unexpectedly, Charles racked his fingernails down Erik’s chest. Hissing from the pain, Erik could only watch as the formally delicate hands left a raised, red trail behind them. Never breaking skin but leaving a twinge in sharp tenderness in their wake.
“Asshole,” Erik seethed. He wasn’t angry, far from it actually. He had just been hoping to get the upper hand first.
With a leer of his own, Charles licked over the sore skin, down his chest to twirl his tongue around Erik’s tender nipples. “Erik, love, you have a fine set of tits.” Charles spoke around the areola.
Erik smothered a laugh.
“I’m serious!” Charles unlatched. “You should breast feed when we have our kittens. I would love to watch.”
“Oh God,” Erik laughed wildly. “That is the craziest shit anyone’s ever said to me. Charles, men can’t breast feed.”
The cat ears laid back against Charles’ head, almost disappearing into his hair. “That is the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.” Charles pouted. “But I can still suck on them right?”
Erik waved his arms. “Go right ahead and have at them.” He wasn’t about to admit out loud how much he liked the sound of that. His nipples had always been sensitive, and he loved when any of his lovers had paid the slightest attention to them. It was just sad that not that many did. But he had Charles now, and it sounded like that wasn’t going to be a problem anymore.
Charles went right back to where he left off, sucking on one and pinching the other. Erik was happy just to lay back and enjoy the attention.
But he couldn’t just sit there the whole time. Charles was rutting into his thigh before long, and the feel of his cloth covered erection against Erik’s skin brought to notice the fact that they still weren’t completely naked. This was a situation that he needed to rectify.
Erik rolled them, disturbing Charles from where he was placing open mouthed kisses on Erik’s collarbone. He made a pitiful kitten sound that made Erik lift an eyebrow in surprise.
“I was having fun,” Charles explained.
“Which I don’t doubt, but that doesn’t mean what I have in mind isn’t fun either.”
“Oh?” Charles leaned back against the pillows, shamelessly spreading his legs so Erik could crouch between them. Erik took a second to twist out of his own underwear, watching Charles’ face light up when his cock sprang free. His tail making ‘come hither’ motions between the pale thighs. Grabbing a hold of Charles’ ankles, he lifted them into the air instead, his feet pointing towards the ceiling. “Uh?”
Erik didn’t waste a second, grabbing the hem of the red underwear, he pulled them off and flung them somewhere behind him.
“Better,” Erik replied, letting the legs drop. One ankle fell on his shoulder while the other landed back on the bed. Charles was spread out like a feast, open and delicious for him to observe. His cock was flushed dark red against the bush of brown pubic hair, a startling contrast of color against his soft white skin.
Charles purred in delight, rubbing his foot against Erik’s neck.
Erik bent over him, leaving a trail of kisses from Charles’ knee up the inside of his thigh. Stopping just as he got to his groin, he breathed in the scent of Charles there- the warm, fresh scent there was like nothing he’d smelled before. Normally other men had a musk about them, and either because of Charles’ crackdown of the bathroom facilities or because he was half-cat, he really didn’t have a scent that Erik could pick up. It was peculiar, but not horrible.
Charles probed him with his foot. He obviously wanted Erik to continue.
With a quick teasing kiss to the head of Charles’ cock, he went past it. Laving open mouth kisses and licking into the creases of Charles’ muscles all along his body, making his way north up the shivering body. A small nibble to Charles’ right abdomen almost got him a knee in the temple when he discovered Charles was ticklish there. Charles yanked him by the hair farther up so he was poised over a temptingly pink nipple.
“I think we should stop here for tonight,” Erik teased. Settling his hips into the pelvic dip of Charles’, he tried not to thrust down into the pliant body under him. There would be time enough for that later.
Charles’ fisted his hair tighter. “I will kill you if you stop now.” He growled. “Death! Torture of the most extreme! I will claw all your clothes in your closet to pieces except that sparkly blue dress you think no one knows about!”
Erik scowled. He pinched a nipple in retaliation.
The smaller man moaned loudly, arching his chest higher. His leg thrown over Erik’s shoulder had him bent in half, and making it so he was unable to move much but twist his hips up into Erik’s. Their cocks sliding eagerly together.
Biting his lips to distract himself, Erik let his hands roam up Charles’ chest. Charles was fit, not excessively so, but enough that he cut a lean figure. He also surprisingly didn’t have a lot of chest hair. However he did have a set of delightfully perky nipples.
With lips and hands he set about deconstructing Charles into a withering mess of moaning limbs. Leaving red bite marks and pink hickies on any particular piece of Charles’ anatomy that he found pleasing, as a reminder of places to visit at a later date.
Charles trembled under him, moaning loudly Erik’s name. Fisting his hair, scratching at his back, and one persistent foot digging into the seat of his ass, were all urging him on to just ‘fuck him already’.
Grunting, Charles lobbed a tube of lube at his head.
Erik conceded that he could bring Charles apart later, he was so hard he might cum just from Charles’ humping by itself. Making a mental note to try at a later date to make Charles come from playing with his nipples alone next Thursday. It was an admirable goal to help him through the rest of the week.
His fingers were trembling as he opened the tube and Erik tried to will them to stop. He wanted to seem confident and really, he’d done this before so he didn’t know why his nerves were so shaky. Just, this was Charles. It had to be a mix of excitement and terror (that some crazy shit would happen and he’d go to bed that night with blue balls for the nth time this week). Finally getting his fingers good and slippery, he went right back to lovingly sucking at Charles’ neck while his hand searched down between them. With GPS precision, he found the clenching muscle of Charles’ anus. Sticky with sweat, he circled his fingers around the quivering hole.
“Erik, Erik-meow,” Charles cried out. Rocking his hips and spreading pre-cum on his stomach.
One finger breached Charles and he gasped out loudly. Throwing his head back and baring his throat to Erik’s sharp teeth. “O-oh, Erik,” Charles gave a full body shiver, his tail poofing out like a bottle brush.
“Shhh,” Erik whispered, crooking his finger into Charles’ prostate. Charles howled, throwing his arms around Erik’s neck and scratching down his back. Erik grunted in pain, nipping at the pale throat displayed for him. “It’s okay baby, just relax.”
“It’s so wonderful. You’re so wonderful. E-Erik!”
God, Charles had probably woken the whole house by now. With a glare, Erik made sure the door was locked. Even if they banged on the door, Erik wasn’t getting out of this bed for nothing. In fact he was pretty sure someone could lite the whole floor on fire and he wasn’t moving until he got BOTH himself and Charles off.
Once it seemed like Charles was ready he added another finger. Scissoring and massaging the muscles of Charles’ tight channel. Charles was rocking against him, his cock pressing hard against Erik’s stomach and getting cum all over them both. Erik’s fingers were clenched tightly with every thrust of his hips. It wasn’t long before Erik was fucking Charles on three of his slippery fingers.
“Fuck…Charles,” Erick seethed through his teeth. He wanted to come so bad. To just plunge into Charles’ depth and fuck him something brutal. There was the inspiration of just tossing Charles onto his stomach, taking a hold of his tail, and just plowing into him. Rutting like two animals in heat. Hissing and scratching each other until they were bloody and sated.
“Do it, do it, do it.” Charles whined. “If you don’t fuck me right now I will maul you.”
Erik huffed in laughter. Charles could be somewhat vicious when it came to sex it seemed. With one last stab at Charles’ prostate, he withdrew his fingers. Charles whimpered, clutching and rubbing his tail against his blushing cheeks. He looked around them for the condom and lube, finding the condom where Charles left it and the lube under his foot.
He was anxious, trying hard not to rip the condom as he put it on. Practically lathering Charles with the rest of the lube, he planned to make this the easiest penetration in the history of sex. Erik knew he was on the larger size when it came to cock size, so really the more lube the better. Charles might thank him later when he tried to sit down. Biting the inside of his cheek he looked down at Charles, watching the glistening hole winking at him, the angrily flushed cock, the bitten pale skin of Charles’ torso along with his perky pink nipples, all the way to his beautiful panting face. Heavy lidded blue eyes looked back at him full of lust.
Once everything was set, he placed Charles’ legs around his hips. Charles watched him with restless eyes, brows furrowed as he observed Erik arranging them into the best position, stuffing a pillow under Charles’ hips to give them leverage.
Charles’ breathing pick up, his chest heaving as Erik settled over him. The head of his cock brushing against Charles’ anus and knocking into the back of his balls. Erik had to squeeze the base of his cock so he didn’t shoot off automatically.
“Just breath,” Erik whispered, lips brushing against Charles’. They were breathing each other’s air. The smell of sex permeating the air around them.
“I’m… nervous.” Charles made a pitiful ‘mew’ sound. His fingers tangling into Erik’s hair and bringing their lips together in a tender kiss.
“Everything will be okay,” Erik nudged the head inside gently. Charles parting easily for him, the heat of his channel a furnace against Erik’s length. He had to resist the instinct to just sink himself completely into Charles, letting Charles take a few deep breaths before sliding inch by inch inside him instead.
Finally, the whole of his cock was within Charles, the vice warmth of him tightening around him. His hips flushed against the smaller man’s pelvis. Erik was panting, sweating like crazy against the urge to pull out and fuck back into Charles as fast as he could.
“You’re inside me,” Charles sighed, clenching down on the thick intrusion and making Erik squeak. He looked amazed, like he couldn’t believe this was happening to him. He wiggled a bit, earning a loud groan of agony from the metal-bender while he got comfortable and wrapped his legs tighter around Erik’s hips.
Charles kissed at Erik’s thin lips. Biting at his lips and licking at his teeth, Erik growled at him in return.
With one last heavy breath, Erik allowed himself to pull back. Letting Charles nose at his hairline as he watched his cock slip slowly out of Charles just enough that only the head was still inside before pushing back in. Charles gasped, eyes blown wide as he stared up at Erik like he’d just invented the feather duster. Charles smacked his hands on Erik’s ass, sending a tingling shiver up Erik’s spine and probably leaving a red hand print behind.
“Do that again.” Charles demanded.
Never one to ignore an order like that, Erik started to thrust more casually. The slippery slide of his cock just gliding into Charles was by far the greatest thing ever. The sticky sweat and leaking pre-cum from Charles made things a bit messy, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. And from the sounds Charles was making he probably wouldn’t either.
“G-God, Erik!...Meow!..Har-harder.” Charles panted into his ear, kissing and biting any skin near him. His claws digging into Erik’s ass to urge him on. Erik was roughly pistoning his hips by down, fucking into Charles as deep and hard as he could as Charles pushed back into him.
Erik moaned. “C-Charles…shit, you’re so tight. Stop squeezing like that.” He referred to the fact that every forward thrust had him sinking into Charles, who rolled his hips and tightened the muscles of his ass every time. Making it extremely hard for Erik not to just cum and get this glorious torture over with. He wanted to last longer than 5 mins please.
“Oh-oh! There! You’re so heavy inside m-me Erik. Nyao.” Charles was howling. To shut him up Erik kissed him. Open mouth and sloppy, their tongues dueled as their bodies continued to rut against each other. Mating so hard the head board was slamming into the wall.
His balls were drawing tight, he knew he maybe had a few more thrust before he spent himself. Reaching between them he fisted Charles’ penis, milking him.
“No! Eek, too much! Erik!” Charles yowled, spatter cum all up his chest and Erik’s as he came in ribbons on them. His body seizing up and tightening around Erik’s cock, trembling as his orgasm rolled through him. With a couple of more violent, deep thrust Erik followed after him. Pulsing into the condom as Charles’ body demands every last drop from him.
Erik slumps over. He could goddamn pass out right now and never regret it. Which is about what he did.
*** part 5
“Charles, Scott, Ororo!” Raven yelled, running down the lawn towards them. She was back in her blue form, but since she was sick her cheeks were glowing orange. The others stayed grouped around the back porch, Angel checking Jean over for any injures. Charles let go of Erik’s waist to accept her hug.
“Raven, are you okay? Did he come after you?”
“No. The plan worked, we got into town and stayed hidden for a few hours. We just got back.”
Ororo ran out from behind Darwin, rushing to Jean. There was loud squealing and excited jumping as the little girls embraced. Janos took a heavy step back and cupped his ears.
“Erik, Sabertooth was after Jean. There’s an contract out for her.” Raven said to Erik, arms still around Charles as they hobbled to the house.
“Any idea why?” Erik asked.
“I couldn’t exactly sit him down for tea and ask him. And Charles was throwing chairs and darting ninja kicks at him to fast to even get them to settle down.” Raven threw Charles a quirky smile. “I didn’t even know you knew how to fight.”
“I know how to fight as a cat.” Charles shrugged.
“Hah, cat fight!” Sean giggled behind them.
Erik shot him a glare and the laughing cut off abruptly. “As long as Victor was the only one injured I could care less how dirty you fight.” Erik wound his arm back around Charles’ hip, earning a surprised look from Raven.
“So everyone’s okay and that horrible man is gone?” Charles asked as their group joined the other. The older boys slapping each other on the back, and the children filling the adults in on their own opinion of what happened. Emma glanced Erik and Charles over before nodding in satisfaction.
“Yes. Everyone’s good.” Emma answered.
The mansion was a mad-house for the next few hours. Everyone running from room to room wailing about what was broken and what was missing. If Erik heard one more time that ‘My satin panties are missing! My IPod was stolen’ he was going to break something over someone’s head. (Beside which, he had a feeling that had more to do with Deadpool and less to do with Victor Creed. Wade had left with an extra bag that he hadn’t come in with. He’s just surprised it took everyone else this long to notice).
It also seemed Charles could get creative when defending his ‘babies’. By the scattered kitchen utensils and bits of foods, it appeared Charles had been startled while cooking breakfast.
Charles had unofficially adopted the kittens, if all the mothering he saw happening was true. He even accidently licked Jean’s hair when he tried to put it in a pony tail for her, much to her giggling surprise. Erik just pretended he didn’t see anything. That tongue was going into some strange places lately.
“Erik,” Scott shuffled over to him. He must have slipped his overbearing protector. Erik stopped, crouching down so they could look into each other face.
“I want to thank you, for saving me- I mean us. Mr. Charles said you would and I didn’t believe him.” Scott looked at his shoes, face scrunched up in shame.
Ruffling his hair, Erik smiled. “It’s okay buddy. You just joined our household recently, so I won’t hold it against you. But always know, I protect everyone in my family if it’s the last thing I do, and your part of our family now.”
“Oh, okay.” He didn’t look too sure though so Erik pulled him closer by his elbows. “You most likely saved Charles and Ororo by cutting the ladder. That was extremely brave of you, and I could never thank you enough for protecting them.”
“I was scared though,” Scott sniffed.
“That’s okay. Sometimes being brave is being scared and being able to fight through that fear. I was really scared climbing that ladder but I didn’t let that stop me from getting to you.”
“Oh, you were?”
“Yeah. I was really worried for you all, and I couldn’t find that bad man who was chasing you.”
Scott surged into his arms, clinging to his neck. “Thank you. Mr. Charles says that if we stay by metal you’ll always find us.”
Surprised by the affection, Erik gently hugged back. “Yeah, I will. Here,” Erik pulled something out of his pockets, slipping the metal from his belt and shaping it into an object. “Keep this with you and I’ll know where you are all the time.”
He reshaped the buckle into a lightning bolt. “To remind you of today and how heroic you were.”
“Oh wow! Like Harry Potter’s lightning bolt!” Scott cradled it in his hands.
“Uh, sure?” Erik had no clue what the kid was talking about. “Have your brother string it and you can wear it as a necklace.”
“Not the girly kind.” Scott scowled at him.
“No, it’s a very manly necklace. I have one just like it.” Erik showed him the necklace he usually kept hidden under his clothes. His mother’s golden Star of David that she had given to him before she passed. He didn’t leave the house without it. Ever.
“Cool.” Scott traced the points of the star with his finger.
“Scott!” Alex careened around the corner, skidding into a large vase. “There you are!”
“Uh-oh. So much for that get-away” Scott sighed, stepping away from Erik. Standing up, Erik looked back down at him and ruffled his hair again, earning a puckered face that made him look so much like his brother.
“Don’t worry about it. I’ll train you how hide so no one can find you.” Erik shrugged. “Except for me of course.”
Scott goggled at him, his jaw dropping in awe. “Really!? You will.”
Laughing, Erik nodded. Alex practically bowled them both over when he got to them, scooping up Scott like a baby and tutting over him. Scott just took the mothering with calm resignation.
“You mister, need to stop running away.” Alex scolded.
“I didn’t run away, I just wanted to talk to Mr. Erik.”
“Well did you say what you wanted to say? Darwin’s making cupcakes and I told him you’d want to lick the bowl.” Alex barely even looked at Erik.
“Yeah, that would be cool. Bye Mr. Erik!” Scott waved at him over Alex’s shoulder as they headed back down the hall.
Erik stood there in the hall watching them. Oddly touched by what had just happened. The kittens usually didn’t interact with him all that much, so one seeking him out was bizarre. And really, he needed to stop thinking of them as ‘kittens’, Charles was a bad influence.
Speaking of the devil. Charles was watching him from the door to his room with heavy eyelids. Biting his lips and swinging his tail behind him.
“Erik, dear, that was strangely hot.” He purred.
“What?” Erik looked down at himself, trying to figure out what Charles was talking about.
“You. Being all…paternal.” Charles slinked towards him. “It’s sexy.”
“Oh really.” Erik growled right back. When Charles was close enough, he yanked him forward. Using the momentum, Charles pounced, wrapping his legs around Erik’s hips and clinging to his shoulders. They met in the middle for a quick kiss.
“Take me to your room, and put a litter in me.”
Erik burst out laughing. “God Charles, that sounds horrible.”
“How so?” Charles pouted at him.
Adjusting for the added weight, Erik waddled them towards his room. It had been relatively untouched by the attack, and besides the messy sheets and clothes littering the floor, looked perfectly normal.
“Men do not tell other men to put babies in them.” Erik tossed Charles on the bed.
“Why not?” Charles sounded actually perplexed by this.
And really, Erik did not want to get into that explanation. He was tired, still kinda angry, and so emotionally and physically drained he’d probably tell Charles anything just to get to take a nap. Which kind of ruined the mood that parts of his body were getting into.
“They just don’t. Now get undress, I want to check your wounds.”
Wiggling out of his clothes displayed a couple of large, hand-size bruises on Charles’ torso, some red welts on his arms, and a bloody knee from where he must have tripped. Not the worst damage one could get from a crazy, feral mutant, but all the same Erik wished it had never happened in the first place. Retrieving a first aid kid from the bathroom, Erik cleaned and bandaged the wounds. Earning little squeaks and yips from Charles when the alcohol pad swiped over the open skin.
“My tail too.” Charles muttered. Because of the dark brown fur Erik hadn’t noticed, but it was matted with blood near the tip. “He pulled it while we were climbing.”
Stifling down the fury, Erik tried desperately hard not to lose control of his power. Still, bits of metal hovered millimeters off the floor. He would hunt down Victor Creed later; right now he had to take care of his family. Give the man time to worry himself into a panic, he’ll be looking over his shoulder every second of the day until Erik put him out of his misery. No one attacks one of his own and lives to tell about it.
He had to trim some of the hair around the cuts, getting glowered at all the while. Trying not to smirk, Erik finished up by wrapping a bandage strip around the tail and tying a bow on the end.
“Oh, ha ha. You’re so cute Erik.” Charles took his tail back, petting it and smoothing the fur back down. But he left the bow.
Standing back up, Erik’s knees popped. He groaned, tossing the smaller man his t-shirt and watching as Charles put it on. Once Charles was all taken care of, he fell heavily into the cushioned bed and fluffy pillows face first. “I’m so tired.” He moaned.
Charles crawled onto his back, gently massaging his shoulders and neck. Erik groaned for a whole different reason then.
***
Erik woke from his nap drooling into his pillow at about 8pm. Charles was laying next to him, clicking away at the computer, his face illuminated by the blue light of the screen. The setting sun shining the last of its light through the window, a beautiful rosy red and mustard yellow.
“What are you doing?” Erik said, moving to look over Charles’ shoulder and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.
Charles flushed but didn’t block his view. The screen was full of kitty pictures. Oh Lord, Charles was surfing those ‘lol cat’ blogs.
Was that like watching cat porn to him? He wondered how Charles would watch those animal documentaries, what context he would view them in. He might try that later.
“Human’s are so weird.” Charles commented. “Body language is very important communication for a cat, and like here- see this cat is not asking for the cheeseburger, he probably just likes the sound of the wrapper.”
“They’re just comedy sites Charles. Nothing about them are fact, so you’re not supposed to take it seriously.”
“I know.” Charles huffed. “Though, I admit the video of the kitten and the apples was funny.”
Not knowing what he was talking about, Charles found a link to show it. It was pretty funny. It made him remember when Charles was just a fluffy little fur ball, wiggling and pouncing on anything that moved.
“I remember when you use to be scared of shoes.” Erik snickered, still lying in bed next to Charles.
“Ah! They were huge.” Charles’ ears stood strait up and his tail started swaying. “I got stuck in one once while you were away. It took me 2 hours to get out.”
“What? When?”
“Around my first day here, I went into your closet and your boots were right there and they were just goading me. I don’t know what I was thinking climbing into it, they were so large and dark.”
Erik laughed, ruffling Charles’ hair and scratching his ears. Charles purred and wiggled closer, closing the laptop and setting it on the bedside dresser. They cuddled together for a few minutes, Erik petting Charles.
“Erik, there’s something I want to give you.” Charles muttered, moving away from the warm pocket of blankets they had made and reached under the bed. Curious, Erik sat up so he could watch.
Pulling a jewelry box out from under the bed wasn’t what he was expecting though.
“Err…”
“I know it seems kind of silly.” Charles nervously messed with his hair. Looking down at the blue box in his lap with wide, unblinking eyes. “But it would mean a lot to me if you kept it. There’s a lot of sentimental value towards it and I feel there’s no better way than reminding you every day that I love you, than giving it to you.”
Opening the box, he brought out Charles’ old kitten collar. Navy blue, with a small silver jingle bell and silver nameplate. He had remembered buying it for Charles that first night she brought him home, Raven next to him in an old pet store, and Charles cradled to his chest. Raven kept trying to buy pink, sparkly collars but Erik had been firm that Charles was a boy, and boys do not get sparkles and girly colors. There had been a yelling match between them that sent Raven storming off to look at colorful toy mice instead, and Erik cooing to a baby Charles that girls were overrated.
“Where did you find this?” Erik had been sure he’d tossed it once Charles grew out of it.
Shaking his head, Charles replied. “I pulled it out of the trash. Hid it under the bed in my little nest there.”
“Why did you keep it?”
“It’s proof. That I’m yours and your mine. Verification that I belong to you from the very beginning.” Charles took the collar out of his hands and buckled it around Erik’s wrist. Erik stared down at it, moving his wrist gently as the bell chimed against the nameplate. He distantly thought that enemies would hear him coming, but be-damned if he ever took it off.
“Thank you Charles.” Leaning over, he kissed Charles on the cheek.
“I feel like I’ve just been proposed to.” Erik laughed, kissing Charles lightly on the lips.
Charles murmured, pulling Erik closer by the lapels of his shirt. Only then did Erik notice he was still in his Magneto outfit. The maroon cloth wrinkled. He would have to take it to their special drycleaner tomorrow morning.
“Well, I sort of did.” Charles told him seriously.
He’s almost sure he got whiplash from how fast he looked back at Charles. Blinking, Erik stared down into the cornflower blue eyes. “Seriously?” His voice cracked.
“I know it’s not like how humans do it. But it’s sort of the same, a collar instead of a ring.” Charles shrugged. “I promise to devote myself to you and you’re supposed to do the same.”
That’s not exactly how Erik remembers weddings are supposed to go, or a proposal. Aren’t there rings and candlelight dinner suppose to be involved? Then again, he’s pretty sure he never imagined he’d find himself in a relationship with his cat a couple of months ago. Much less a sexual one to boot. He’s positive his mother would’ve had something to say about this. She was probably in heaven right now scolding him for leaving a nice boy like Charles without a ring on his finger before he put his hands down the guy’s pants.
“Oh,” Heart trying to beat itself out of his chest, Erik felt his face flush. “You want to… marry? Me?” Just to be sure. Maybe Charles was talking to the bed. He’d marry the bed if he could find a rabbi to do it. It was a very lovely bed.
“Yes. I want us to be mates.” Charles eyebrows furrowed, finally he seemed to notice Erik had broken out into a violent sweat. “Unless…”
“Oh. No. I mean yes.” Erik swallowed the lump in his throat. “Are you absolutely sure?” He still sounded bizarrely bewildered they were having this conversation.
Charles fiddled with the bow on his tail. “It’s okay if you don’t want to. As long as you know I love you that’s all that really matters to me.”
‘Oh’ Erik thought again. Charles really did love him, wanted to be with him, forever it seemed. Erik had never had someone so determined to stay with him. And Charles was so wonderful, everyone loved him and it was so fantastic that he wanted Erik of all people.
Sure they’d only really ‘known’ each other for a few weeks. Kind of. Erik knew Charles all his life at least. It was sort of like growing up with someone. Who you couldn’t talk to. But as a human, it was so weird how one correlated their relationship with their pet into that. But then again, reality TV proved there were dumb people getting into marriage without really knowing each other all the time. At least Erik knew he REALLY liked Charles. Like a lot.
And the others would probably skin him alive if they found out Erik turned Charles down.
“Yeah, let’s do this your way.” Erik smiled. He couldn’t imagine himself with anyone other than Charles for the rest of his life. Strange, innocent Charles who demanded things from Erik no proper person would ask out loud. Who cuddled with him in bed and refused to get his own room, and cluttered Erik’s room with cat toys he pretended he still didn’t play with (even though he was a human now). Charles who called the children ‘kittens’ and wanted a litter of his own.
Erik would have to be a supreme idiot to turn him down.
Charles laughed in delight, throwing himself into Erik’s arms. Peppering kissing all over Erik’s face.
Brain stuttering to a halt, Erik pushed him back. “Wait, can you get pregnant?”
“Let’s find out.”
“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Erik put his hands up in surrender. “Let’s not be too hasty.”
Charles had tore off his night clothes and was already working on Erik’s suit, but he was having trouble with the little metal buttons. “Why not. I’ve been patient this long. I was told we couldn’t have sex until marriage, and now that we’re engaged I don’t feel bad about breaking that rule.”
Fuck, Erik was going to kill someone. Whoever told Charles that horrible lie was going to get it.
Probably Emma. Or Raven. They were both bitches when it came to Erik’s love/sex life. And sex wasn’t limited to just penetration, Charles should know they’d already technically had oral sex. That had to count for something.
But back to the present. “No, I meant the pregnant thing.”
“Oh that.” Charles gave up on the buttons and just slashed through them with a claw. “I’m not sure. My organs are different, or so says McCoy. Maybe. Sure. Why not!” Ripping Erik’s shirt open with a somewhat overstated grand flare on that last note.
Why not indeed. Erik sputtered. “You want to be knocked up? Why don’t we just wait a little bit? Give it some time. Let us settle into our marriage. Actually, let’s get married first. I don’t want to have a shotgun marriage, my mother would be disappointed in me.”
Charles froze, hands clutching around Erik’s undershirt where he’d been pulling it out of his pants. “She would be? I’m so sorry Erik.” Charles looked regretfully down at his hands.
Shit. How did Erik do this to himself? It’s like some kind of horrible self sabotage disease. He’s about to get laid and he mention his disappointed mum. What a mood killer.
“No. It’s just, I always imagined kids after settling down. The two story cottage, the white picket fence, maybe a dog- or not, I can tell by your face we could do without the dog- and no other mutants around who might set our living room on fire and kill us all in a burning blaze of idiocy. Something stable to bring a kitten into.”
“As terribly romantic as that is Erik,” Charles soft smile made Erik’s heart skip a beat. “It’s not realistic. You would no sooner leave the others then I would. They are our family, and I want to raise our kittens among these people.”
“But there are people like Victor out there. The very idea that I’d put a kitten in a situation-” Erik cut off. It sounded so hypocritical of him. He was willing to put other people’s children (like Jean, Ororo, and Scott) into their household but not his own. It was peculiar noticing what a bastard he could be sometimes.
And he did love his little family he’d created among the Brotherhood. Emma, Raven, Sean, Darwin, just everyone. He would be so depressed if he had to leave them. Even Hank, who sometimes he wanted punch just on principal.
Charles settled on top of him. Now that he wasn’t frantically trying to rip Erik’s clothes off, Erik could appreciate the view. The dip of his back in particular, that tapered off into his furry tail.
“Okay point.” Erik conceded. “I’d still like to ask that we wait, at least on any attempts to procreate right this second. Sex is not out of the picture I promise!” He assured when Charles started to look exasperated. “We’ll just wrap it up for now. Use condoms.”
Charles ears flickered as he thought about it. Nibbling on his bottom lip as he tapped at his chin.
Erik held his breath.
“Fine.”
Sighing loudly, Erik had never been so relieved.
Charles sat up. “Put I did not come prepared for this ‘protective sex’. Unless you have condoms then I’m afraid we’re going to have to wait another night again.”
Oh did Erik have condoms.
God dammit he better have condoms! When was the last time he went shopping for supplies. He nearly knocked Charles off him when he surged towards the bedside dresser, tossing things aside as he dug through it.
In the deep crevice of his mind somewhere, there was a little voice yelling ‘Noooo…..’ like a desperate man falling off a cliff. Probably pushed off by a trusted friend who had gotten jealous over a job promotion in the accounting office, yearning for that cubical by the window instead of their own dark, clustered space. Life was cruel, especially for little shit like that.
And there were no fucking condoms anywhere in Erik’s room.
He hadn’t dated in so long they really weren’t a necessity on his shopping list. Lube- he had plenty of that, a plethora of flavors and ‘tingling sensations’ and one tiny bottle of pina colada shimmer glitter lube (He was drunk when he bought it- end story). Condoms though-zilch. How foolish he’d been. Making fun of Sean who stock piled condoms like he was going to the playboy mansion and he’d been designated orgy king for the weekend, but had never so much as gotten to first base with a girl in real life.
Curses! Erik suddenly hated his life. It was cruel, harrowing, and a dirty bastard.
There was noise at the door. Pulled from the hollowing ache in his mind and body, Erik turned to look.
Some kind, generous angel had slipped a packet of condoms under the door. Their shadowed feet seen walking calmly off down the hall.
Huh.
It had to be the goddamn condom fairy, who was real and had bestowed her mercy on Erik this once. Forever he shall prey to this kind, benevolent deity. All hallow be thy name and shit.
“What’s that?” Charles hopped off the bed in nothing but his underwear and crouched to inspect the little foil packets, poking them with a finger. There were about 9 of them, the glossy foil packets twinkling like stars in the night against his carpet.
Someone grossly overestimated Erik’s stamina. The mind was willing but the body was weak and nearing 40, he could only get up to so much in one night.
“Condoms, Charles.” Erik said with great benevolence. This was a moment to treasure. He was sort of breathless by the 180 he was going through. Overbearing despair to immense elation, it was sort of like the worst roller coaster ride ever.
“Oh neat.” Charles shrugged off their sudden appearance. He didn’t seem to care that someone in the house hold (a god/goddess among mortals) knew what they were getting up to. Picking the packets up, he set some of them on the dresser and brought two over to the bed with him.
Erik unexpectedly thought he was going to have to explain things again. Charles surprised him though by setting one on his pillow and holding the other out to Erik. “It’s squishy.”
Nodding, Erik took it. He pondered the thought about foreplay vs. getting strait to business. Just in case a meteor was going to hit the North Pole and kill everyone in 10 minutes. He could see it happening.
Charles hand moved up his thigh. Tail perked behind him in a ‘S’ shape as he watched Erik handle the foil packet. Curious as the cat he was.
Erik met Charles eyes over the condom. Two bright blue jewels set in the most beautiful and kind face in existence. It had to be some horrible injustice to the rest of the world that this man loved Erik. He was pretty sure he didn’t deserve him.
Setting the condom aside, Erik pulled Charles’ face forward by the back of his neck for a kiss. Warm, dry lips meeting his in a delicate congregation. Wispy brown curls tangling around his fingertips. Charles leaned into his chest, small hands holding onto his shirt.
Every kiss with Charles was like the first. The first kiss in existence. New and exciting, a startling reality that there was someone out there made for him. If he thought about it too hard, he’d probably tear up. He’d been alone for a long time, even surrounded by the other mutants he had distinctly been off by himself. With Charles around, that had changed. Charles brought him into the group in a way he never imagined possible, and at the same time stood by him where usually he went unaccompanied.
Kissing Charles was like coming home.
“Erik,” Charles sighed, rubbing his cheek against his. The deep rumble of his purr was like a soothing balm to Erik’s nerves. Trying not to become over eager he let himself relax, to just bask in Charles’ presence.
Kissing at Charles’ temple, Erik carded his fingers through the brown locks and scratched lightly at the fuzzy ears on the top of Charles’ head.
“Owner. Master. Husband. Mate.” Charles muttered in his ear, “Erik, love.” The last he sighed, almost whispering it to the air.
Running a hand up Charles’ ribs earned him a full body shudder. Erik could see where Charles’ erection was straining against his underwear, the indentation of his cock a feast for his eyes.
Fuck it. Erik was tired of this romantic shit. He knew he should be all gentle and slow for Charles since it was his first time at all, but seriously!? He was about to explode here. They both were. Erik would be doing them both a favor by putting them out of their misery as fast as he could. They could cuddle afterwards, to make up for all the lack of finesse Erik was sure they were about to miss out on.
Tipping Charles’ chin up, he brought their lips together again. Moist and messy, he didn’t worry about it getting sloppy. Charles ‘mew-ed’, working faster on getting Erik’s clothes off while Erik concentrated on getting as deep into Charles’ mouth as possible. Their one small moment of peace was over. It was a frenzied free for all to see who could make the other harder than they already were.
They had to break off the kiss though to get Erik’s undershirt off. In desperation to touch again, they clashed almost violently back together. Charles clawed at Erik’s naked shoulders to get closer, hooking one ankle around the back of Erik’s knee and stabbing him with a sharp toenail. The fur of his tail tickling up Erik’s thigh as it worked its way up.
Biting at Charles’ neck earned him an unexpectedly loud moan. It was sort of ‘yowl-y’.
Smirking, Erik worked to get Charles to make that sound again. Leaving a fresh trail of red hickies around Charles’ neck, like a necklace of red pearls.
Charles growled, pinching at Erik’s nipple.
‘Touché’, Erik thought. He leered at Charles, knowing as desperate as they were to get it on that they were both competitive enough to turn this into a game of sorts. And really, this was the kind of game Erik could get behind whole heartedly.
It was also a game Erik planned to win.
Blue eyes that normally Erik believed were full of innocent wonder went sharp and calculating. Like in a rugby match before the whistle blew, they both went still, eyeing each other and speculating who would make the next move.
Unexpectedly, Charles racked his fingernails down Erik’s chest. Hissing from the pain, Erik could only watch as the formally delicate hands left a raised, red trail behind them. Never breaking skin but leaving a twinge in sharp tenderness in their wake.
“Asshole,” Erik seethed. He wasn’t angry, far from it actually. He had just been hoping to get the upper hand first.
With a leer of his own, Charles licked over the sore skin, down his chest to twirl his tongue around Erik’s tender nipples. “Erik, love, you have a fine set of tits.” Charles spoke around the areola.
Erik smothered a laugh.
“I’m serious!” Charles unlatched. “You should breast feed when we have our kittens. I would love to watch.”
“Oh God,” Erik laughed wildly. “That is the craziest shit anyone’s ever said to me. Charles, men can’t breast feed.”
The cat ears laid back against Charles’ head, almost disappearing into his hair. “That is the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.” Charles pouted. “But I can still suck on them right?”
Erik waved his arms. “Go right ahead and have at them.” He wasn’t about to admit out loud how much he liked the sound of that. His nipples had always been sensitive, and he loved when any of his lovers had paid the slightest attention to them. It was just sad that not that many did. But he had Charles now, and it sounded like that wasn’t going to be a problem anymore.
Charles went right back to where he left off, sucking on one and pinching the other. Erik was happy just to lay back and enjoy the attention.
But he couldn’t just sit there the whole time. Charles was rutting into his thigh before long, and the feel of his cloth covered erection against Erik’s skin brought to notice the fact that they still weren’t completely naked. This was a situation that he needed to rectify.
Erik rolled them, disturbing Charles from where he was placing open mouthed kisses on Erik’s collarbone. He made a pitiful kitten sound that made Erik lift an eyebrow in surprise.
“I was having fun,” Charles explained.
“Which I don’t doubt, but that doesn’t mean what I have in mind isn’t fun either.”
“Oh?” Charles leaned back against the pillows, shamelessly spreading his legs so Erik could crouch between them. Erik took a second to twist out of his own underwear, watching Charles’ face light up when his cock sprang free. His tail making ‘come hither’ motions between the pale thighs. Grabbing a hold of Charles’ ankles, he lifted them into the air instead, his feet pointing towards the ceiling. “Uh?”
Erik didn’t waste a second, grabbing the hem of the red underwear, he pulled them off and flung them somewhere behind him.
“Better,” Erik replied, letting the legs drop. One ankle fell on his shoulder while the other landed back on the bed. Charles was spread out like a feast, open and delicious for him to observe. His cock was flushed dark red against the bush of brown pubic hair, a startling contrast of color against his soft white skin.
Charles purred in delight, rubbing his foot against Erik’s neck.
Erik bent over him, leaving a trail of kisses from Charles’ knee up the inside of his thigh. Stopping just as he got to his groin, he breathed in the scent of Charles there- the warm, fresh scent there was like nothing he’d smelled before. Normally other men had a musk about them, and either because of Charles’ crackdown of the bathroom facilities or because he was half-cat, he really didn’t have a scent that Erik could pick up. It was peculiar, but not horrible.
Charles probed him with his foot. He obviously wanted Erik to continue.
With a quick teasing kiss to the head of Charles’ cock, he went past it. Laving open mouth kisses and licking into the creases of Charles’ muscles all along his body, making his way north up the shivering body. A small nibble to Charles’ right abdomen almost got him a knee in the temple when he discovered Charles was ticklish there. Charles yanked him by the hair farther up so he was poised over a temptingly pink nipple.
“I think we should stop here for tonight,” Erik teased. Settling his hips into the pelvic dip of Charles’, he tried not to thrust down into the pliant body under him. There would be time enough for that later.
Charles’ fisted his hair tighter. “I will kill you if you stop now.” He growled. “Death! Torture of the most extreme! I will claw all your clothes in your closet to pieces except that sparkly blue dress you think no one knows about!”
Erik scowled. He pinched a nipple in retaliation.
The smaller man moaned loudly, arching his chest higher. His leg thrown over Erik’s shoulder had him bent in half, and making it so he was unable to move much but twist his hips up into Erik’s. Their cocks sliding eagerly together.
Biting his lips to distract himself, Erik let his hands roam up Charles’ chest. Charles was fit, not excessively so, but enough that he cut a lean figure. He also surprisingly didn’t have a lot of chest hair. However he did have a set of delightfully perky nipples.
With lips and hands he set about deconstructing Charles into a withering mess of moaning limbs. Leaving red bite marks and pink hickies on any particular piece of Charles’ anatomy that he found pleasing, as a reminder of places to visit at a later date.
Charles trembled under him, moaning loudly Erik’s name. Fisting his hair, scratching at his back, and one persistent foot digging into the seat of his ass, were all urging him on to just ‘fuck him already’.
Grunting, Charles lobbed a tube of lube at his head.
Erik conceded that he could bring Charles apart later, he was so hard he might cum just from Charles’ humping by itself. Making a mental note to try at a later date to make Charles come from playing with his nipples alone next Thursday. It was an admirable goal to help him through the rest of the week.
His fingers were trembling as he opened the tube and Erik tried to will them to stop. He wanted to seem confident and really, he’d done this before so he didn’t know why his nerves were so shaky. Just, this was Charles. It had to be a mix of excitement and terror (that some crazy shit would happen and he’d go to bed that night with blue balls for the nth time this week). Finally getting his fingers good and slippery, he went right back to lovingly sucking at Charles’ neck while his hand searched down between them. With GPS precision, he found the clenching muscle of Charles’ anus. Sticky with sweat, he circled his fingers around the quivering hole.
“Erik, Erik-meow,” Charles cried out. Rocking his hips and spreading pre-cum on his stomach.
One finger breached Charles and he gasped out loudly. Throwing his head back and baring his throat to Erik’s sharp teeth. “O-oh, Erik,” Charles gave a full body shiver, his tail poofing out like a bottle brush.
“Shhh,” Erik whispered, crooking his finger into Charles’ prostate. Charles howled, throwing his arms around Erik’s neck and scratching down his back. Erik grunted in pain, nipping at the pale throat displayed for him. “It’s okay baby, just relax.”
“It’s so wonderful. You’re so wonderful. E-Erik!”
God, Charles had probably woken the whole house by now. With a glare, Erik made sure the door was locked. Even if they banged on the door, Erik wasn’t getting out of this bed for nothing. In fact he was pretty sure someone could lite the whole floor on fire and he wasn’t moving until he got BOTH himself and Charles off.
Once it seemed like Charles was ready he added another finger. Scissoring and massaging the muscles of Charles’ tight channel. Charles was rocking against him, his cock pressing hard against Erik’s stomach and getting cum all over them both. Erik’s fingers were clenched tightly with every thrust of his hips. It wasn’t long before Erik was fucking Charles on three of his slippery fingers.
“Fuck…Charles,” Erick seethed through his teeth. He wanted to come so bad. To just plunge into Charles’ depth and fuck him something brutal. There was the inspiration of just tossing Charles onto his stomach, taking a hold of his tail, and just plowing into him. Rutting like two animals in heat. Hissing and scratching each other until they were bloody and sated.
“Do it, do it, do it.” Charles whined. “If you don’t fuck me right now I will maul you.”
Erik huffed in laughter. Charles could be somewhat vicious when it came to sex it seemed. With one last stab at Charles’ prostate, he withdrew his fingers. Charles whimpered, clutching and rubbing his tail against his blushing cheeks. He looked around them for the condom and lube, finding the condom where Charles left it and the lube under his foot.
He was anxious, trying hard not to rip the condom as he put it on. Practically lathering Charles with the rest of the lube, he planned to make this the easiest penetration in the history of sex. Erik knew he was on the larger size when it came to cock size, so really the more lube the better. Charles might thank him later when he tried to sit down. Biting the inside of his cheek he looked down at Charles, watching the glistening hole winking at him, the angrily flushed cock, the bitten pale skin of Charles’ torso along with his perky pink nipples, all the way to his beautiful panting face. Heavy lidded blue eyes looked back at him full of lust.
Once everything was set, he placed Charles’ legs around his hips. Charles watched him with restless eyes, brows furrowed as he observed Erik arranging them into the best position, stuffing a pillow under Charles’ hips to give them leverage.
Charles’ breathing pick up, his chest heaving as Erik settled over him. The head of his cock brushing against Charles’ anus and knocking into the back of his balls. Erik had to squeeze the base of his cock so he didn’t shoot off automatically.
“Just breath,” Erik whispered, lips brushing against Charles’. They were breathing each other’s air. The smell of sex permeating the air around them.
“I’m… nervous.” Charles made a pitiful ‘mew’ sound. His fingers tangling into Erik’s hair and bringing their lips together in a tender kiss.
“Everything will be okay,” Erik nudged the head inside gently. Charles parting easily for him, the heat of his channel a furnace against Erik’s length. He had to resist the instinct to just sink himself completely into Charles, letting Charles take a few deep breaths before sliding inch by inch inside him instead.
Finally, the whole of his cock was within Charles, the vice warmth of him tightening around him. His hips flushed against the smaller man’s pelvis. Erik was panting, sweating like crazy against the urge to pull out and fuck back into Charles as fast as he could.
“You’re inside me,” Charles sighed, clenching down on the thick intrusion and making Erik squeak. He looked amazed, like he couldn’t believe this was happening to him. He wiggled a bit, earning a loud groan of agony from the metal-bender while he got comfortable and wrapped his legs tighter around Erik’s hips.
Charles kissed at Erik’s thin lips. Biting at his lips and licking at his teeth, Erik growled at him in return.
With one last heavy breath, Erik allowed himself to pull back. Letting Charles nose at his hairline as he watched his cock slip slowly out of Charles just enough that only the head was still inside before pushing back in. Charles gasped, eyes blown wide as he stared up at Erik like he’d just invented the feather duster. Charles smacked his hands on Erik’s ass, sending a tingling shiver up Erik’s spine and probably leaving a red hand print behind.
“Do that again.” Charles demanded.
Never one to ignore an order like that, Erik started to thrust more casually. The slippery slide of his cock just gliding into Charles was by far the greatest thing ever. The sticky sweat and leaking pre-cum from Charles made things a bit messy, but he wouldn’t have it any other way. And from the sounds Charles was making he probably wouldn’t either.
“G-God, Erik!...Meow!..Har-harder.” Charles panted into his ear, kissing and biting any skin near him. His claws digging into Erik’s ass to urge him on. Erik was roughly pistoning his hips by down, fucking into Charles as deep and hard as he could as Charles pushed back into him.
Erik moaned. “C-Charles…shit, you’re so tight. Stop squeezing like that.” He referred to the fact that every forward thrust had him sinking into Charles, who rolled his hips and tightened the muscles of his ass every time. Making it extremely hard for Erik not to just cum and get this glorious torture over with. He wanted to last longer than 5 mins please.
“Oh-oh! There! You’re so heavy inside m-me Erik. Nyao.” Charles was howling. To shut him up Erik kissed him. Open mouth and sloppy, their tongues dueled as their bodies continued to rut against each other. Mating so hard the head board was slamming into the wall.
His balls were drawing tight, he knew he maybe had a few more thrust before he spent himself. Reaching between them he fisted Charles’ penis, milking him.
“No! Eek, too much! Erik!” Charles yowled, spatter cum all up his chest and Erik’s as he came in ribbons on them. His body seizing up and tightening around Erik’s cock, trembling as his orgasm rolled through him. With a couple of more violent, deep thrust Erik followed after him. Pulsing into the condom as Charles’ body demands every last drop from him.
Erik slumps over. He could goddamn pass out right now and never regret it. Which is about what he did.
*** part 5