Part One
Part Six
Erik slipped off his glasses as he stepped inside the waiting plane. It was nice but not over the top, but then Charles was subtle with his money. There were times he forgot how rich Xavier was, until he looked around their spacious bedroom, with the rich warm furniture, a closet filled with designer suits, and he never had to think about where the next meal was coming from.
Add in the fact he paid for Sean’s education, and he was pretty sure there were accounts already set up for Peter.
He placed his sunglasses into the designer suit jacket, before taking it off and hanging it up in the small closet, tossing the hat onto the shelf. He made his way over to Charles, who was sitting at the small table reading. He looked irritated, and was trying to hide it behind the book. Erik glanced over to Logan who was sitting in the corner, looking surley.
“What did you say to him?” He glared at the mutant.
“Nothing, bub. Even if I did, what are you his keeper?” Logan glared at him.
“Yes.” Erik leaned against the table, getting into his face. “You hurt Charles, you deal with me. And I don’t give a shit who you are or where you came from.”
“Erik.” Charles’ called out to his lover. “It’s not Logan’s fault. I’m just upset over this whole thing.”
He gave one last dark look, then focused on Charles, his expression softening instantly. “Don’t let him get to you.”
“It’s not him.” He gave the other Mutant a soft smile. “It’s just all of it, and I was told some bad news before we boarded.”
Erik again turned towards the other Mutant, only to have Charles stand and take his arm, pulling him towards the table. “By the way if Hank is flying who’s watching the kids?”
“Azazel popped in with Sean and Darwin.” He pushed Erik into the chair, then poured them a drink. “Despite the fact Peter is old enough to take care of himself, I wouldn’t leave them alone.”
“I trust Peter as far as I can toss him. He’s sixteen and has my infamous stubborn streak.” Erik played with the crystal cut tumbler. “Besides Kurt is the more mature one of the two.”
Hank snorted from the cockpit. “They both take after you, I warned Darwin that Kurt will poof them away if he doesn’t watch them.”
Charles gave his lover a sweet smile. “They love you dearly.”
“As they should!” He made him laugh, so he counted it as a win. “Tell me Liebling, why are you upset?”
“Azazel told me about Janus and Angel. He was rightfully upset, the two of them had been friends for so long.” Charles swallowed the golden liquid, letting it burn on the way down. “And I’m sure this news isn’t going to help us stop Raven.”
“She already knows.” He downed the scotch, then sat back in his chair. “Hell part of me wants to put a bullet between Trask’s eyes. I don’t even need a gun to do it!”
“Murder isn’t the answer.” They both glanced over at Logan who snorted, he swallowed down his own drink, ignoring them both. “We have to find a way to fix this…”
“You know I’ll kill her if I have to.” Erik leaned forward taking Charles’ hand. “If it comes down to her or our future, the kids futures … I know you don’t want to think about it, but her life is forfeit.”
“She’s my sister.” Charles squeezed Erik’s hand. “I love her no matter what’s she done.”
“There are times Charles, that I hate I love you so much.” Erik kissed the back of his hand, then sat back. “I should be the one going after Trask, leading the Brotherhood … saving our people. Yet here I am, raising children with you.”
“Is it such a bad life?” He asked seriously.
“No.” The answer was honest to a fault. “I just feel useless.”
<<You are not.>>
<<Am I? I was taken down by a lung infection, from a cold Peter picked up from school.>>
<<The cold was aggravated by the stress of the situation. If I hadn’t stopped all those guards you would’ve been worse, you were already exhausted from destroying the labs. And I couldn’t see you get shot, not again. I’m the one who should be sorry.>>
“Why are you sorry Charles?” He asked out loud. “You have done nothing but try and help our people, even if it’s a bit idealistic.”
“It’s because of me, she is like this.” Charles sighed running a hand through his hair, as he leaned back in his chair. “She sees you as weak, afraid of humans, that I coddle you. She sees herself taking up your campaign.”
“She’s doing a shittastic job at it, but then who knows where I would be if I hadn’t been shot.” He shrugged.
“Jail.” Both Hank and Charles said at the same time.
“Exactly how would you’ve kept me in it?” Erik gave them both a look.
“Plastic prison.” Hank called out from the cockpit. “Buried deep in the ground, maybe out in the countryside, though knowing our government they would’ve put in the middle of the Pentagon or something.”
“I’m disturbed you thought this through.” He glared at the kid … well not so much of a kid anymore.
“Though the logistics alone to build one would take years, in the meantime, Charles would’ve broken you out and tried to make you see reason.” Hank glanced over his shoulder a grin on his face. “Probably be some epic escape, Peter would help … oh lets not give him ideas.”
“As I said no prison could truly hold me.” He looked foundly at Charles. “Except you.”
He was out of his seat and into Erik’s lap, kissing him hard and deep. <<Darling.>>
Erik’s hand slid into the long locks, gripping them tightly as he devoured the sweet mouth. He shifted them, until Charles was seated on the small table, giving him the leverage he needed to push him back, wanting nothing but to get his hands in those sinful jeans and around the hot hard …
“ERIK!” Hank yelled as the plane vibrated and shuttered. “You’re in a fucking plane … made of metal!”
He gasped pulling off his lover, eyes dark with lust. “Oops.”
Logan was gripping the seat, knuckles white as the plane finally leveled back off. He stared at the two mutants, eyes wide in shock. “Are you two always this way.”
Charles blushed slightly, though not letting go of his lover. He figured if Logan was sent back to save them, he would know about Charles and Erik’s relationship – it’s not like they ever hid it. Even when they were in the city, Erik always had a hand on Charles it wasn’t overt, but it was enough. The few times they got confronted, the thugs learned quickly that they weren’t ‘some fags they could mess with’.
“YES!” Hank growled from the cockpit.
Erik smirked as he pulled Charles back into his lap, letting the smaller man curl up. He knew he was tired. They hadn’t slept well since Alex got shipped out. They hadn’t slept at all in the past few days since Logan showed up. When Charles gets too tired, his shields slip, most of the time he ventured into Erik’s mind, or Hank’s, but in large crowds it could be dangerous for Charles and others.
He ran a hand through his soft hair, soothing him, until he fell asleep.
Logan watched as Erik easily lifted the Professor, laid him out on the couch, then covered the him with a blanket. In a touching moment he ran a hand through his hair, and then kissed him on the forehead. This was not what he was expecting. He had a feeling that Erik had been close to the Professor by the way he snapped at his Generals, but this loving adoration on both sides was shocking.
The little time he spent with Erik, he didn’t come across as a loving anything. More as a dominating soldier … hell he would’ve paid good money to see someone like him take on the Sentinels.
It is obvious that losing Erik was the catalyst that made The Professor he knew. He had no idea what to do with the one that was just got tucked into bed.
Logan startled when Erik slid into the seat across from him. “I’m not in your future am I?’
“No.” He figured it was best to answer with the truth. “And before you ask Bub, I have no idea what happened. Just that before I went under, Mystique emphasized I had to convince you, because Chuck from now was useless.”
He snorted humorlessly. “She always underestimated him. The fact he’s still alive tells me that. Tell me more about these Sentinels.”
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