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The Telepath and the Metalbender	By : moonshape Category: X-Men: (All Movies) > Slash - Male/Male > Charles/Erik Views: 1993 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own X-Men: First Class, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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'I know you won't. I know.'
His lips brushed hers and their eyes closed. Ever since he had laid his drunken eyes on her he had wanted to kiss her. For weeks he had imagined how it would be to brush his lips against hers. But Erik had been the one to kiss him first.
He raised his hand and placed his fingers on his temple again, and did what he had dreaded for days. But it was necessary if they wanted to secure the secrecy of the school. No one involved with the government could know – not even Moira.
He had considered offering her a job at the school so she could stay with him. He could love her for a long time, and she had already told him she would take care of him if he would only ask her. But he had to put the mutant children before his own needs. He knew a school for mutants would not be a suitable home for a human. She had to forget.
He lowered his hand again and they broke off the kiss. She looked at him, with a satisfied glow in her eyes, but then turned around and disappeared behind the house. He heard a car engine roar and he watched how a car drove past the house and down the lane. She would sleep tonight, and tomorrow everything would be forgotten.
He rested his elbows on the arms of the chair and folded his fingers together as he watched the car drive further and further away.
'You let her go?' He heard someone behind him speak and his heart quickened. But he didn't need to turn around to see who had spoken. He would recognize that voice anywhere now.
Weeks had passed since Erik had visited his bedroom and Charles had not expected him to return so soon. He knew he had hurt the other mutant by telling him he didn't want him anymore, but he had not expected to see him again that soon.
'I had to,' he said as he twirled his thumbs once. 'She – she works for the CIA after all.'
'Wise choice,' Erik stepped into view, standing by his side. 'Will you miss her?'
Charles chewed his lip for a moment before he nodded.
'Yes,' he sighed as he lowered his hands. There was a long silence as they both watched the car disappear at the horizon before Charles finally turned his head to look up at Erik. He wore his same scarlet red robes as the last time, the helmet was also on his head.
'Why are you here?' he asked.
'Wondering if you wanted to play a game of chess,' Erik said.
Charles sighed and placed his hand on the joystick by his right hand.
'Not now Erik,' he said and turned the chair around and steered it back to the house. A wave of sadness crashed against him as he thought of letting go of Moira. He knew he would probably never meet a woman like her again – a woman who knew him when he still had his legs working properly.
But – Charles also realised, relations would only stand in the way if he really wanted to start a school for mutants. Dedication was what he needed.
'You told me I could come whenever I wished,' Erik reminded him.
'That doesn't mean I feel like playing chess all the time,' Charles sighed as he passed the threshold and drove into the hallway, looking around to see if any of the kids were near. He didn't want them to see Erik of course. Hank was probably in the lab downstairs, and Sean and Alex were probably hanging out somewhere in the house.
Erik followed Charles as he steered the chair to his office at the end of the hallway. They entered the room and Erik closed the door behind him. Charles turned the chair around to face him and pointed at the liquor table. 'Help yourself,' Charles said, for it was easier for Erik to approach the cabinet than for Charles to manoeuvre around the other furniture.
Erik walked over to the cabinet and poured himself a martini. He looked around and raised an empty glass of Scotch to Charles, who shook his head.
'Apart from wishing to play chess, is there another reason why you came?'
'No,' Erik said as he turned away from the liquor tableand sat down on the settee. He finally took his helmet off and set it down next to him, his hand resting on it. 'But I suppose I feel I have to bear the responsibility of keeping you company from time to time now that you can't –,' and his eyes lingered over Charles' legs.
'How very thoughtful of you,' Charles said slightly mockingly.
'Is it?' Erik said, his voice also mocking.
'I can't walk, Erik!' Charles raised his voice, feeling slightly angry. He really wanted to keep Erik as a friend but it was too soon for him to pretend nothing had happened. He felt himself tremble with anger.
'I know you're angry,' Erik said as he leaned forwards, finally removing his hand from his helmet. 'But you have to forgive me.'
'It's too soon, Erik,' Charles sighed and brought his hand to his brow. He could see Erik reach for his helmet and he looked up at the other man. He sighed and lowered his hand. 'I wasn't going to,' he spoke impatiently.
'I'm sorry,' Erik said as he removed his hand again.
'You don't trust me?' Charles said as he tilted his head slightly, examining Erik's posture.
'I do, Charles,' Erik said. 'But I don't want you in my head.'
'I won't if you ask me to!' more impatience carried his words.
'But you don't trust me either, Charles,' Erik said as he got up, forcing Charles to look up at him. 'We can rule the world together.'
'I have every reason not to,' Charles spoke back in defence. 'I had hoped you would be better than to kill Shaw.'
A muscle twitched in Erik's jaw and he frowned .
'You know what my reasons were.'
'And does it make you feel better now?'
Erik looked at him for a long time with raised eyebrows and spoke: 'Yes.'
Charles nodded once and averted his eyes.
'I'm going to be honest with you, my friend,' Charles spoke. 'The moment you drove that coin through Shaw's head - - I felt I had lost you,' and he looked up at him again.
'But you haven't lost me,' Erik reply curtly.
Charles chuckled. 'You can't even see it yourself. The rockets Erik!'
'I didn't come here to discuss this,' Erik sounded impatient again.
'I thought I could change you!' Charles exclaimed, his voice trembling and his lips barely moving.
'I do not wish to be changed.'
Charles turned his head away, knowing there was little he could say to change his friend's heart.
He rested his elbow on the armrest and supported his chin on his fingers, before saying: 'There is good in your heart,' and he looked up at his friend.
They looked at each other before Erik answered:
'You are the good in my heart.'
'Then why can't I change it?' Charles asked, lowering his hand again.
'Because you don't have to,' Erik answered as he stepped closer to Charles for the first time. 'Why change it when I already love you?'
Charles cleared his throat and looked away as Erik spoke those last few words. 'That is not what I'm trying to say.'
'But it is,' Erik replied quickly and Charles looked up at once. 'You want to change me so you can love me.'
'No, Erik,' Charles shook his head, but deep inside, he knew it was the truth.
Suddenly, Erik leaned in and placed his hands on the armrests of Charles' chair. He leaned back at once, startled by the other mutant's sudden move.
'What do I have to do to have you back in my arms, Charles?' Erik asked, their faces uncomfortably close. 'Become 'the good guy'? I am not your enemy. I am your friend. I want to love you!'
'Stay away from me, Erik,' Charles said, sounding slightly nervous, shifting in his seat. He didn't like how close he had come all of a sudden. He was disabled after all, and wouldn't be able to defend himself if he had to. The only weapon he had was his mind, but wouldn't use it unless it was necessary. But as Erik was so close, he got the chance to scrutinize the other man's face, and wished he could kiss that mouth again. He felt glad he was the telepath of the two of them. 'I'm no good to anyone like this,' he added, referring to his disability.
'You are to me,' Erik answered and Charles felt his heart crumble inside his chest. Did he really mean what he was saying?
'If you don't want me Charles, just say it!' Erik spoke and he trembled again and for the first time, Charles felt pity towards his friend. But he couldn't answer that question. He looked at his friend for a long time and felt himself starting to tremble too. He couldn't take this anymore.
He exhaled deeply, this breath trembling and looked away, closing his eyes in an attempt to stop him from seizing the other man and kiss him again. He felt Erik's hand on his neck and felt him press his forehead against temple. He then kissed Charles' temple.
'Forgive me, Charles,' Erik pleaded and he felt him curl his fingertips on his neck. 'Please – I beg you,' and he sank onto his knees next to the chair and for the first time since he was sitting in the wheelchair, Charles looked down at Erik who was now literally begging him for forgiveness.
Charles shakily nodded his head and before he could stop himself, leaned over the side of his chair and did the thing he had longed to do for weeks. He kissed him.
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