Title: Can't Ruin My Day Pt. 1

Pairing: Erik Lehnsherr and Charles Xavier

Fandom: X-Men: First Class

Rated: T

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Charles, accompanied by his new favorite companion, slowly drawled down one of many hallways in his mansion in reminisce. He caught himself in a wave of nostalgia, remembering the good ol' days where to keep himself entertained in his mother's absence, he'd fill the hallways with books and play Brahms, Johan Strauss II, and Franz Burwald (and though he wasn't particular to military march style music, he did occasionally enjoy listening to the insanely intricate tunes of John Philip Sousa) loud enough on the record player to fill the entire hallway with the soothing and delightful music as he skipped from book to book. He tilted his head down and shoved his hands in his pockets when he realized he was smiling after thinking of how the house keepers would get on him for being such a hassle.

"I must say, you have quite a lovely home here. Or should I say castle?" Charles smirked and lifted his head back up to look at Erik.

"Yes, well, my mother had a thing about making everything grand. I never understood it really." Erik remained a few steps ahead of Charles, admiring the d cor and art in the hallway. He seemed to like this foyer the most, so far.

"Well it is certainly lavish, I could never imagine growing up in a home like this." He muttered absently.

"I prefer the home back in England. It's smaller and felt much more comfortable than this one. Mum did like the safety this building provided quite a bit. Growing up here was dreadful though." Charles wondered off to a vase with wilted flowers in it, a somber look in his eye.

"Why is that?"

"I didn't know anyone and the children at school regarded me as "that weird kid from England". Eventually, Raven showed up and my world changed for the better." Erik slowly made his way over to the professor and lifted one of the dying flowers in his unseemingly gentle fingers.

"I'm glad you found Raven, I like to think that everyone has a special person out there waiting for them, whether it be lover, friend or family, maybe even a foe. Someone to keep you balanced, someone you would trust your life with, someone who can make you feel things no one else can. I had the misfortune of losing that someone at a very young age." Charles glanced up, noting a bittersweet smile playing at the taller man's lips. "Though, after spending these past two months with you, I can't help but feel that I might have " His eyes left the dead flower in his hand and wondered away, his feet following suit shortly after. Charles' attention immediately focused fully on Erik walking away, intrigued at his last words that were cut off so abruptly.

"I'm sorry, you might have- what? Exactly?" Erik kept his attention focused on one particular painting, shaking off the fact that this man was now standing directly behind him.

"Nothing," he quickly brushed off Charles' question with the wave of a hand, "who's the artist for this piece? I don't see a signature anywhere. It's quite beautiful."

The professor hummed in thought and decided to drop the pursuit of the other half of that suspicious sentence. "I'm not sure. Most of the paintings were done by artists that my mother found in art galleries, and they usually weren't well known."

"A shame. I love the style, it's quite rare." Erik gave the smaller man a quick glance and cleared his throat. "The amount of bedrooms in this "house" is absurd."

"As you've said, it is more like a castle than a home. But I do agree the amount of bedrooms is overwhelming, although it can liven things up a bit." Charles continued walking ahead with a small smile, silly memories filling his mind again. Erik couldn't help tilt his head back in a mixture of surprise and confusion, waiting a few moments before calmly catching up with telepath.

"Liven things up, you say?"

"Use your imagination, my friend." Charles peered over his shoulder and pressed a smile to hold back his laughter at Erik's face.

"Charles, that's- I- I mean-" Laughter finally escaped the other man's lips as he turned to fully face his stunned companion.

"Honestly Erik, I would have thought you'd have played hide and seek as a child, get your mind out of the gutter you pervert." Erik scoffed and crossed his arms.

"You sneaky little prat, of course I have. I just, you implied-"

"Implied what exactly? And I am not a prat, thank you very much."Charles couldn't wipe the smile off of his face. Erik naturally keeps his guard up, so now that he was finally so relaxed around Charles, it was easy to pick fun at him. Erik looked away awkwardly, trying to act calm by scoffing at Charles and stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets.

"Oh, please, I've seen how you act around the ladies, you're a natural born charmer. Of course I would only assume that you Ehm..." Charles now stood directly in front of the embarrassed man and tilted sideways a bit to look him in the face, smile still plastered on his perfect red lips. He was enjoying this way too much.

"What? That I'm well versed in sex?" Erik bit back his shock at the bluntness of the statement and casually turned around to walk back the way they came.

"It's hard to imagine a nerd like you "well versed in sex", Charles."

"Well I'm not all that well versed. I mean I have been in a couple relationships before, but aside from intimate moments with them, that's about it." Charles leapt and followed up with a few quick steps to catch up to the metal bender.

"Well it certainly doesn't seem that way someti-" Erik abruptly launched his arm out against Charles' chest to stop him where he stood, not looking at him just yet out of humiliation. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean for it to come out that way. You You just seem to have this air about you that I mean-" Erik closed his eyes and shook his head, unable to find the right words that wouldn't offend the professor.

"Are you apologizing for implying that I'm a whore? Because I assure you, you did not in any way call me that." Smile. Still. There. How can one man smile so damn much?

"I know I wasn't calling you a whore, I just worded what I was saying poorly. You know what I mean. But you are a rake." Erik hoped the cover would ease the tension and dropped his arm, rubbing the back of his neck out of frustration. When had he become so sensitive to other people's feelings? He cursed himself internally for going so soft.

"I'm afraid I don't know what you mean, Erik, and unless I read your mind, I'm afraid you're just going to have to say it." Erik tossed his hand down to his side, turning and leaning down to eye level with the shorter man, annoyance boiling under his skin.

"Are you trying to get something specific out of me? I get the feeling you're aiming for something completely different here."

"There are many things I want my friend, and I do admit I have been flirting with you. But if you want me to stop, just let me know." Erik grabbed Charles' shoulders and ducked his head.

"Charles, you know I'm not as straight forward as you are unless I'm killing someone. So, forgive me, but I'm dropping this. I'm famished so I'm hoping there is food in the kitchen?"

"Yes there is food in the kitchen. I will talk to you later tonight then, I'm going to go check on the children." Erik sighed in relief and let go of the surprisingly muscular shoulders.

"Right, then " With a small nod, he parted ways and exited the corridor. Charles pressed a fist to his forehead and grimaced.

"Idiot, idiot, idiot."