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Have you found me yet?
Hello Max.
How are you? Have you been looking for me? I got your letters.
I miss you.
I want you.
You can have me.
If you can find me.
- Charles
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Yours aren't half bad. You just need a bit more color. How about yellow?
Yellow glasses?
Or like this?
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Alive, Charlesy?
Oh! Hello there.
Have I told you your sunglasses look absolutely stunning?
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Hourglass full of magnetized "sand"
This $14, 100-second hourglass is filled with magnetized iron filings that form beautiful fans and other shapes as the sand drains into the bottom bulb. (via Canopy)
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baby dragons that sleep in your fireplace and roll about in the soot and the ash trying to get comfortable on burning logs, screeching loudly whenever people walk by or when more logs need to be added to its roost and not stopping until content again
baby dragons with wings that are disproportionate to their bodies until older but nonetheless stubbornly trying to pick themselves up off the ground by running and aggressively flapping and managing to only get a few feet off the ground for a few seconds before crash landing
baby dragons that haven’t been exposed to priceless things such as gems and gold pieces and instead infatuate themselves with other unusual shiny things — like silverware, brass clocks, instruments, and pots and pans
baby dragons who get cold in the winter and crawl up into their caretaker’s clothing (almost always while said clothing is being worn) and curl up as tight as possible and begin to make sounds similar to content purring as they sleep
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Hank stammered something that sounded a lot like an apology, eyes going as wide as saucers even as he mouthed the word 'mate'. Charles let out a long-suffering sigh, knowing that it could only be one dragon(person? Dragonperson? What would be the most acceptable vernacular for referring to Erik in his human form?) rocking the ladder.
Erik hissed, possessive hands flying up to curl around Charles' leg.
"Erik! Calm down. Hank's my assistant. He's only doing his job!"
"He was about to mount you!"
There was a pout of Erik's face, one that Charles was having a hard time not laughing at. The poor dear looked awfully confused.
"Hank, were you trying to mount me or were you holding the ladder steady like I asked?"
"N-No, sir!" Hank's face had taken on a rouge colour, a vast improvement from his usual pallor. "Nothing of that sort! I was holding the ladder steady."
The grip around his leg tightened infinitesemally. "I don't like it, Charles. You're mine!" Ahh yes, Charles thought. Dragons were so very possessive. He enjoyed the attention, although it had its moments.
"As you are mine, but that doesn't mean you can go bully poor Hank. He's my assistant, after all." Erik looked up, a little dubious and a little... predatory; Charles returned the stare. "Let go of my leg, Erik and help me down. After that, I think you owe Hank an apology."
Hank, bless him, quickly muttered that it was just a misunderstanding and that it was perfectly alright. A smart lad, Hank was, and no doubt it wouldn't take him very long to piece together where Erik came from, or more precisely, Erik's other identity.
Erik left both his hands possessively around Charles' waist even after Charles was safely back on the ground, his mouth set in a firm line that matched the frown on his face. It was ridiculous that Erik continued to trail after him towards the long-table where a variety of experiments were still running and there was a distinct lack of space for Charles to put down his stack of papers; he nearby chair would have to do.
"Apology first, then I'd like to hear your explanation of why you're here please, Erik."
Dragon AU
Was Erik not good enough a mate? Since deciding Charles was a suitable mate for him, Erik had gone through high and low to find the perfect sheep for Charles. Some were too wooly, while others were practically wool-less; how terrifyingly blasphemous. Sure, he had yet to find the perfect sheep for Charles but his efforts had been genuine.
He would have to try harder then.
"Understood."
Afterwards, much to Charles’ excitement for scientific purposes, Erik shifted back to dragon form to carry them both to Charles’ village. It would be days later when Erik meets Charles again.
"I have to open my store," Charles had explained.
Bah. Humans and their human things.
But this was something Charles liked doing, running his store and helping the villagers however he could. The villager’s alchemist, as Erik had been told.
Charles was a very intelligent human. Another reason Erik liked him so much.
With Charles’ absence, Erik managed to build his cave into a nest to ensure their next coupling to be on softer ground. Also, the nest would ensure their hatchlings be save and warm. Now all he had to do was find Charles.
Flying into Charles’ village, he traced the man’s scent until he had to stop just on the outskirts of the place. He needed his human form if he were to walk in. He shifted, then found a draped cloth and cotton breeches being dried on a string. Whoever’s it had been mattered no longer. Erik took it and put it on, deciding since that it belonged to him. Draping the cloth over his upper body and shoulders, Erik walked barefoot amongst the many human beings.
Their scent filled his nostrils in a foul manner. He wanted only Charles.
Would it be entirely childish to simply shout for the man? Called him until his mate came by his side? It would draw too much attention on him and put himself at risk. Finally, after several minutes of sniffing, he tracked Charles’ scent and trailed it to a cobbled stone house.
His eyes fell to his lovely Charles who was on the ladder, in his hand a bundle of paper. At the bottom of the ladder stood an odd gangly boy looked up, staring at Charles’ ass, preying on him, intending on — on mounting him! And Charles had his back to the prey and was vulnerable and unsuspecting!
"Charles!" Erik grabbed the boy and pushed him several steps back, putting distance between them both.
"Back off. He is my mate. Mine. Come any closer and I’ll rip your throat out!" Erik snarled.
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It's on the rougher side of good, chafing. He feels the calluses on Erik's hands, feels them intimately and he whines, pressing his face contorted with pleasure against the side of Erik's neck and taking in lungfuls of Erik's scent. The very air between them is punctuated by the jangle of Erik's watch and the slapping of Erik's hand against his inner thigh.
Charles loses himself in the rhythm, his eyelids never once fluttering open, not even when Erik tugs his head back and runs his teeth and tongue over his throat. Not even when Erik sucks matching marks high enough that his collar can't hide them come tomorrow. Not even when Erik huffs impatient phrases that prompts him to come with all the kinetic force of a Maglev train.
Not even when he passes out thereafter into Erik's arms.
He comes around to the ticklish sensation of something warm rubbing at his nether regions and who must be Erik snuggled in against his side. Charles groans, a small noise of content as he burrows a little closer. "How long...?"
"Only a few minutes," Erik says against the side of his head.
"Mmm." Charles reaches down, seeking out Erik's hand to thread their fingers together. "Feeling better?"
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Erik rumbles in his chest. “And my good boy deserves a reward for all his efforts.”
He continues petting Charles, reminding him of what a wonderful job he’d done, carding fingers through brown locks and earning himself a sigh for it. Then he tugs on Charles’ hair and directs his head back so that he can look at Charles.
Swollen lips and pupil blown eyes. How very gorgeous. Erik kicks off his pants and goes to his knees so that he can better put his lips to Charles’, prying his mouth open and sliding his tongue in to chase after the taste of himself.
The belt around Charles’ trousers come undone and the zipper is dragged down the metal teeth for Erik to reach in and palm against the heat of his crotch.
He crowds Charles against the side of the bed and forces him to sit on the floor. Erik kneels between spread legs and starts to work on Charles’ cock, fast and eager, no room for foreplay and brooking no slowness.
It should hurt without lube but Erik can’t care today. He’s not in the mood for gentleness, stroking from the base to the tip then back down again, watching the skin of his shaft slide up and down with the drag of his palm.
Charles pants in his ear and grips his arms so tight Erik can feel the pinch of his nails digging into his skin through the layer of his dress shirt.
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Charles squeaks at being manhandled, clutching at Erik's broad shoulders lest he fell onto Erik's beloved ass in his sleepy-state. And what delicious shoulders they are. "Erik!"
"Rest," Erik says firmly when he places Charles down gently on top of their blankets. "You look about ready to keel over."
"What about sex?" Charles asks with a pout, even as he gives in to Erik wrestling him underneath the blankets with a token sound of disagreement. Eventually he surrenders altogether when Erik tucks him in snugly and folds the blankets around his feet.
"Later," he promises, plonking a quick kiss to Charles' forehead. "Go on. Take a nap. I'll wake you up when breakfast is ready."
With a loud yawn, Charles mumbles something in agreement. And now that he's thoroughly exhausted his power pack, a nap does sound very tempting after all.
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“Darling, I’m sweaty,” Erik says but does nothing to remove Charles from where he is happily latched onto him; although he’s generally dried by now, whatever remaining having evaporated after cooling down.
“How’d you sleep?” Erik asks, turning around in Charles’ koala grip to pet gently at his hair. A quick glance at Charles’ face pressed up against his chest tells him much of his current state of energy. “Still jet lagged, I see.” He cards his fingers through the short strands of Charles’ hair, missing the longer locks that were once there. Though he doesn’t mind the current style either. It is sharper, neater, and gives Charles an air of alertness; except it is currently dampened by Charles’ general state of sleepiness.
“Good morning.” Erik presses a kiss to Charles’ head. “Would you like breakfast? I can bring it to bed for you.” Looking at the slack form of Charles, Erik says, “I think I will bring it to bed for you,” and proceeds to lift Charles off the ground, hands planted squarely on his buttocks, holding him up and squeezing at them playfully.
"I love your ass." He feels Charles squeak, then squirm and afterwards relax as he tucks his face into the crook of his neck. Erik whisks him off to bed.
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Charles Xavier & Erik Lehnsherr married on: 11/5/2014
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"What do you think they into our mimosas?" Charles asks just as Erik leans in to smooch at the corner of his lips. It's quite possible that Erik had been aiming for his lips, but then again all mouth-eye co-ordination is quick to fly out the window after one too many celebratory drinks.
Erik grins wide, a possessive arm snaking around Charles' waist and finally sneaking a good proper kiss. "Only the good stuff. Raven promised and I think her threats on Logan worked out better than mine."
Charles hums, already thoroughly distracted by his husband's -- HUSBAND! now not boyfriend or long-lost lover or that one cute exchange student who I might have accidentally tripped into bed with many years ago -- devilishly handsome face. "It's always the good stuff when it comes to a wedding reception thrown by the Xaviers. I just hope the media doesn't frighten your parents, Erik."
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Erik, it's fine. Size of a coconut-- I'm touched you've noticed the fruits of my labour . Get it? I-- Okay, okay. Stop growling.
Ahem. Logan is not threatening me, not hurting me and really, there's nothing untoward happening. It was just a little bit of roughhousing -- which for the record, I started -- well, Raven did. Your concern is lovely and very sweet, and I thank you for that, why don't you come here and kiss it better for me?
Was it Logan? This is not okay, Charles. I’m going to fucking kill him.
#askboxcaptainmax#Honestly nothing bad is happening#except we're all woefully bored during faculty meetings
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What? No. No no no. No murder before I have my first cup of tea and my good morning kiss.
Was it Logan? This is not okay, Charles. I’m going to fucking kill him.
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It's not a conversation Charles wanted to hold in his bathroom, and he easily shepherded Erik out back to the bed where they sat awkwardly on the mattress.
"I've told you before, you're not ready." Hell. Charles was a telepath. It was difficult not to notice how often Erik's thoughts wavered when it came to anal penetration. He'd feel horrible if Erik hated it when there was so much more to sex-with-Charles than just Charles'-dick-in-Erik's-ass.
Erik's face was tight, a myriad of emotions flitting through his eyes. His hands were clenched into fists as if he wasn't sure what else to do with them. That, at least, Charles could help with as he plucked gently one of Erik's larger, beautiful hands and cradles it between his own. The fist was eased open and Charles brings it to his lips to kiss every callus and finger pad.
"No matter how metally prepared you think you are, I have no desire in making it a bad... memory for you." He astutely does not meet Erik's face, instead admiring the lines that run all over Erik's palm.
"You liked what we did right? The kissing?" Nod. "My mouth on you." Erik's cheeks flare up and Charles receives another nod. "I definitely enjoyed it too and to me, our mutual enjoyment of one another matters much more. Hell, I don't mind if you want to penetrate me first and then decide if you want to give it a try. We can work our way up, if that's something that you want."
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Charles tucked and did up both their trousers so that he could walk without problem; his hand was preoccupied with sticky white semen after all. Curiosity led him to wonder what it might taste like. Charles had after all swallowed his and had even enjoyed it. The thought made his face grow warm with something that felt like embarrassment and affectionate, and suddenly Erik wanted to lift his hand and stick his tongue out to taste Charles.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t get over yet the idea that he would be licking semen, though the curiousity grew stronger with every passing second.
In the end, it was rather a waste as Charles washed his hand clean of it. He watched regretfully as it ran down the basin. Perhaps another time when they could try this again that Erik would put his mouth on Charles the same the man had done for him.
Sex, he thought, was incredibly pleasurable; especially with Charles.
Thinking through again, did they really had sex? Sure, they’d both climaxed, but neither had penetrated the other. Surely it wouldn’t qualify as real sex now, would it?
"Charles," he grimaced at how much disappointment that one word managed to sound. He cleared his throat and spoke again. "Why didn’t you fuck me when I said you could? I offered, but you… rejected it." He looked over at Charles who was currently wiping his hands dry. "You said you wanted to show me how sex could be like between two men. I was ready. I wanted to know." Erik had thought the whole day and made mental preparations before making his way to Charles. "But in the end… you didn’t. Why?"
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"How about 'fuck you'?" Charles bites back with a growl, finally putting words to thoughts. His fingers involuntarily claw into the leather of Erik's undoubtedly expensive Italian-made sofa when Erik rolls his sensitive nipples between his fingers. No way in hell was he going to come before Erik does.
"Oh, Charles," Erik sighs, as if he were speaking to a particularly slow child. "I can feel how desperately you want to come... you're so fucking tight. I bet you'd look beautiful when you tip over that precipice..." The hands on his chest drift slowly south, mapping the contours of Charles' stomach. The muscles there flex, already burning and warm from their combined exertions.
"'m not gonna come unless you suck my dick," he counters and then abruptly stands up, an action that immediately has Erik's hand clamp down over his hip. Charles is proud of the fact that he most certainly does not whine from the absence of Erik's cock inside of him. Charles turns around, running a hand through his hair to sweep it back. The strands are starting to clump together. Gross.
Erik doesn't move, a lazy smile on his face as he unabashedly rakes his gaze all the way down Charles' front. His smile widens. Clearly, he likes what he sees. Or perhaps it was the challenge that Erik relishes.
"Just like you," Charles says, boldly wrapping his hand around Erik's warm and shiny cock. The hiss he receives is an exquisite gift. "Why don't you beg me to ride you to completion?" His hand can't quite match the earlier vigour of their coupling, but Charles has built up plenty of practise thanks to his teenage hormones.
Charles straddles Erik's hips such that they're now face to face. "You'd like that wouldn't you, the warm glove of my ass all around you. I'd take you like a champion -- your cock isn't that big, I've had bigger--"
He pauses thoughtfully. Erik's poker face is impressive. Maybe Charles wasn't so good at this dirty talking business as he thought. Regardless, he leans forward to whisper the last of his words filthily into Erik's ear. "-- And when it becomes far to much for you to keep a lid on it, you'll come inside of me. I'd be so wet, so full and I'll grind down on you, gyrating my hips till you can hardly stand it and you slip out. And then we'll take that glorious moment together, watching as I stand over you with your seed dripping obscenely out of me.
"So. What's it going to be? You gonna make me come with your mouth?" Charles' courage, his bravado, slowly slips as he waits for Erik's reply. Erik is so much bigger than he is physically. He probably has weapons stashed within arms reach. Hell, Erik could probably throw him physically against the coffee table, or lift him up and make Charles fuck himself own onto his cock, or a billion other scenarios that his blissed out mind couldn't evaluate just yet. Fuck. What did he get himself into?
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"I--" Charles paused, not quite certain what was the appropriate reaction to having someone lick his wounds clean. (And there was an interesting thought: did dragon saliva have magical healing properties? Clearly there was science to be done!)
"That won't be necessary. But you can help me clean up."
Erik takes to cleaning up much like everything else pertaining to Charles' body. He was certainly very thorough, Charles thought as he bit down on his lips to keep himself from making too much noise. Good heavens, how would he explain it to anyone if they were interrupted. Hell, how was he meant to wrap his mind around the fact that he had said yes! To more sex! What was he thinking.
"Charles?" Erik's voice gently prodded at his shoulder. There's a distinct whine in the tone he uses, as if he was still uncertain as to whether what he was doing was acceptable practise after doing the deed. Erik was affectionate post orgasm, tightly clinging onto Charles' slighter frame. It was... pleasant being held post-orgasm though, Charles decided. Next time perhaps they could do it on a more soft medium, like perhaps wool from the flock that Erik was slowly accumulating.
"Hmm?"
"When can we mate again?" Were Erik still in his dragon form, Charles figures his tail would be thrumming, perhaps almost wagging like that of a dog's. "Soon?"
His ass aches at the reminder of what had just happened between them. Charles can tell from the muscle twinges that he'll be feeling that for a day or two. Bless the dragonfolk's intelligence for their transformative properties... Good lord, just thinking about Erik's cock had his thoughts making comparisons between Erik's dragon self and his human form.
"Not so soon," Charles clarifies, stifling his laughter at Erik's crestfallen face as he battles the flush of his face. "But we shall have to see if--"
"If....?"
"If you're a good, er, mate... Um, whatever that may entail."
Dragon AU
"Really?" Erik had to ask again because this was important to him. Charles was important to him, he realized. Charles was so important to him. He couldn’t possibly want another mate. Not ever again. Charles was the one for him. Erik knew it. He felt it all the way in his gut — the way his dragon heart clenched whenever he laid eyes on Charles. An ache that soothed only when he was in Charles’ presence.
"Yes, of course," Charles’ voice came, and Erik couldn’t help but smile, giddy and ecstatic.
"Thank you. I appreciate it." Erik nuzzled once more into the crook of Charles’ neck, taking great pleasure in breathing in his scent and being engulfed in the warmth and comfort that is Charles.
He stayed like this for a long while, content in holding Charles and keeping him close. It wasn’t until he remembered the way he’d sank his teeth into Charles’ shoulder that he leaned back enough to meet his gaze.
"Are you alright? Did I hurt you when we ma — had sex?" He pushed himself off Charles so that the other could sit up. Erik sat on his haunches, watching as Charles turned his head to inspect the wound. Erik swallowed. The wound was no longer bloody but it looked bad enough that Erik would have to remind himself not to bite so hard the next time round.
"I could lick it clean for you?"
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