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And You Are Only Just Beginning	By : Zoisite84 Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 1257 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-And You Are Only Just Beginning
- 2-Charles/Scott Slash Snapshots
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These next two bits are untitled drabbles/'ficlets that kind of are meant to go together. The first is sort of a take-off of the above 'fic, and is Charles/Scott slash, non-explicit. The second is basically also Charles/Scott, except it's Mystique-as-Charles, and essentially takes place before/is meant to act as something of a justification for Scott's eagerness/desperation in the first. The second one could be considered dub-con (and UNDERAGE, since Scott is maybe 17-18), and contains sexual activity.

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The kiss is slow and desperate, and accompanied by Scott's hands cupping the sides of his face. He doesn't know whether the young man squeezes his eyes shut or not, but the notion that he might be is incredibly endearing to Charles. Still, he pulls away gently and rubs at Scott's cheek. "That's not necessary," he says kindly, and Scott's lips thin.

"But I want to," he insists, and now his hands find Charles' shoulders, gripping them rather tightly. "I want to show you how much I appreciate you, Professor; how much you're needed here, so that you'll never leave us again." This last part is rasped as Scott begins to press kisses along his neck and jawline, and Charles bites out a response between soft moans.

"It wasn't exactly, aaahh, my c-choice to leave ..." he gasps, and then Scott shoves their faces together again; this time, his tongue probes inside of Charles' mouth, and Charles shoves him away, more firmly than he did previously. "Scott, no. Stop this now. You do not have to prove anything to me," he frowns, and Scott recoils slightly.

"I'm sorry," he murmurs. "I just thought ... because ... I'm sorry, okay?" He stands and brushes off his pants, squaring his shoulders. "Thank you for everything, Professor," he intones, a bit dully, and then strides quickly from the room, leaving Charles to wonder what, exactly, has just transpired.

2.

He's yelling again. Scott can count on one hand, with fingers to spare, the number of times the professor has out-and-out raised his voice, to him or any of the mutants at the institute, up to a few days ago, when it seems like everything has suddenly changed. Now, Charles seems frequently agitated. When Jean broke down the other night in his room, crying muffled sobs into his pillow about how the professor keeps pushing her well beyond her comfort zone with Cerebro, and how he kind of scares her, now, Scott almost says something, but Jean makes him swear that he won't. "He's just under a lot of stress. He knows more than we do about what's going on beyond the school," she pleads, her eyes still tearful, and Scott has to look away.

"Scott, you're not even trying. How are we supposed to effectively fight this upcoming threat if your reconnaissance leaves so much to be desired?" Another thing Scott has noticed is Charles' newfound predilection for dressing him down in front of the others; humiliation has never been Charles' preferred tactic of reprimand, and it bothers Scott that it seems to be, now. His face flushes in embarrassment, particularly when he hears someone tittering.

"I think Scott and I need to speak to one another alone," Charles frowns suddenly. Scott watches with a heavy feeling in the pit of his stomach as the room's other occupants leave; Jean, in particular, gives him one last searching glance before hurrying away.

"Scott," Charles says, staring up at him with a turgid, raised eyebrow, looking at least vaguely aggressive. "You're so angry these days. Whatever did I do to incur your considerable wrath?"

Scott's mouth opens, appalled. "You're the one who's always yelling at me lately!" he exclaims. The professor looks unimpressed.

"I correct you because you so obviously need it. I apparently have been too soft on you all these years, Scott. You can't perform the simple tasks I ask of you, and you're belligerent when I point this out." He pauses, and Scott realizes he's frightened to see how legitimately angry Charles is, and also that that anger is directed at him. "Perhaps I was wrong making you the leader of the X-Men," the professor tells him tartly. "Perhaps you can't handle it."

Scott refuses to cower. "I can handle anything you throw at me," he retorts, and Charles smirks meanly. "Try me," he continues, albeit with faux-bravado, but is surprised when Charles takes him up on it so immediately. He gestures for Scott to kneel, and Scott's mouth hangs open a bit. "Sir?" he asks.

Charles rolls his eyes in irritation. "I said, on your knees, Scott. Or do you simply not understand how to follow simple commands, now?"

Scott sighs and crouches near Charles' legs. "It's just, you've never made a big point of 'commanding' us before," he shrugs, and Charles seems to straighten in his chair a little.

"In any case," Charles says nonchalantly. "I think we can reach some sort of collaboration." He begins unfastening his trousers, and Scott looks up at him, alarmed.

"W-what are you doing?"

"Come now, Scott, surely you aren't that naive." Charles' expression is mirthful. "I know for a fact that you and Jean don't always follow my open-door policy."

Scott's head spins a little. "I ... you've never ... if this is what you want, Professor," he sighs eventually, and Charles takes his zipper down the rest of the way, verifying that, yes, it is what he wants, freeing his cock for easy access. Scott licks his lips to wet them, and then leans in, feeling Charles' hands in his hair, guiding him with not much gentleness. "No teeth, Scott," Charles barks, and Scott concentrates on doing this, on pleasing him. He's never actually been in this position before, but he decides when Charles starts moaning and bucking a little in his seat that he must be doing an okay job, and keeps going.

Charles shoves his head down repeatedly, and Scott can feel hair tickling at his nose, and tries not to sneeze or inhale too hard. Eventually, a bitter taste invades his mouth; Charles' hand is still holding his head in place, so he has no other recourse than to swallow, wincing a little. Then Charles releases him and he pulls away, and has a sudden urge to brush his teeth.

"Good, Scott." Charles' voice is slightly sated now, and Scott feels disgusted. He shuffles himself into a standing position. "You may go. I'll let you know when I've use for you again," he smirks, and Scott nods and stumbles a little towards the door, feeling Charles' gaze bore into him. "Yes, Sir," he mumbles, and Charles' uncharacteristically cruel laughter follows him out the door.
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