Sorry for the delay in the smut! SO SO SORRY!

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So the following has SOME rough sex...but I feel like Erik and Charles' personalities and relationship is so intense and contradicting that it's kind of a Love/Hate relationship, therefore, that would follow into the bedroom.

Oh and Charles smokes...it's the 60's! Everybody smokes!

OH AND...there's a very liberal use of the F- word...sorry.

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Erik barely registered the moments in between grabbing Charles' wrist in the kitchen, and slamming the smaller man up against his closed bedroom door. In his lust filled haze, he did notice the little noises that Charles made as Erik's overwhelming wantneednow! battered against Charles' telepathy.

A small part of his brain and attention heard the parting words from Charles as he played up their subterfuge, "Raven, if you would be a dear and get dinner started in our absence. Erik seems a bit upset. We'll most likely be having a long and hard discussion about our antics of the day." LONG and HARD, indeed.

Whatever Raven's response was, Erik paid no mind to it as it was not part of the category that was labelled "Anything and Everything to do with C. Xavier, PhD." in his mind.

Up the stairs, down the hallway, third door to the right. Erik's leg muscles barely needed the instructions from his brain on how to get to Charles' room; his body had already memorized it the first day he stayed at the mansion. Erik tried not to think too hard on why his brain automatically did that...those were dangerous thoughts, indeed.

With a flick of his power, Charles' door hurled open with a big WOOSH of air. The curtains on Charles' windows recoiled and fluttered from the power, the pictures of Raven and Charles rocked on its legs, and the loose sheets, not weighed down by the blanket and pillow, on Charles' bed raised ever so slightly as if inviting them to come...come in...come in me...(naughty naughty sheets, Charles has).

Arriving at the door, Erik practically threw Charles into the room by his arm. The smaller man stumbled a bit as the momentum carried him into the room. Charles turned just as Erik stepped in, body completely tense, eyes almost black with lust, and a pretty noticeable bulge in his pants. Charles' own cock twitched as he watched Erik's eyes travel up and down his body, practically devouring him with his mind. Behind Erik, the door slammed shut.

Charles, for the tiniest second, felt a spark of fear at the intensity of Erik's gaze; quite reminiscent of a lion licking its chops before devouring the poor creature it's claimed for dinner. Charles gulped and licked his lips, Erik's eyes immediately following the movement of his adam's apple, before letting out a small, breathless, "Erik?'

In a flash, Erik was upon the small, frightened deer...er...i mean Charles. With inhuman speed, Erik grabbed Charles by the shoulder, spun him around, and slammed him into the bedroom door. Charles' breath came in thready gasps, his eyes opened wide with fire and heat. The usual clear sky blue was eclipsed by his pupils dilating so much it completely blocked out the color.

They were pressed so close together, Erik's body completely covering Charles' own, that the two men inhaled each other's breaths. Distantly, Erik's brain registered the smell of tea, scones, and a small hint of cigarettes.

Erik took a second to drink in the sight of Charles, rumpled, and at the Nazi Hunter's mercy. This arrogant, frustratingly stubborn, alway-have-to-be-in-control, man named Charles Xavier is most definitely not in control at this moment. And, my God, was Erik turned on by the fact that it was him that was making this unflappable man completely lose control of himself and the situation.

With a growl, Erik rubbed his rock hard erection into Charles' hip, inciting just the right amount of pain and friction for it to feel absolutely fucking amazing. Charles' head tilted back onto the door and his eyes closed as a moan escaped through slightly parted red lips.

With his left hand still gripping Charles' shoulder in an almost painful hold, Erik lifted his right hand and wrapped it around Charles' neck, giving it a light squeeze. "Open your eyes, Charles." Charles' quickened pulse thudded lightly against Erik's fingers.

Charles slowly complied, the slits opening to reveal darkened eyes. Charles, the Goddamn tease, smirked slightly at Erik's rough treatment. Erik's eyes narrowed in on the small upturn of Charles' lips. With more force than necessary, Erik smashed his lips onto Charles' smirk, intent on erasing the arrogance from Charles' body with his actions.

Charles distantly felt the rush of

MINEMINEFINALLYMYLOVEFINALLYTAKEHIMMAKEHIMMINEWANTHIM

permeating the room.

With a groan, Charles' mind blanked out when Erik's left hand released his shoulder and drifted down to Charles' clothed erection. Charles gasped into Erik's lips when the larger man's hand gripped his aching hard penis. They broke apart slightly, lips still pressed together, and mouth open to allow much needed air flow.

They stayed like that, unmoving, save for the rise and fall of their chests. Slowly, Erik's eyes closed and his forehead bent forwards to rest on Charles' brown tuft of hair. Erik's hands were still gripping Charles' neck and precious family jewels, but the intensity was gone as Erik's lust was slowly taken over by the realization that Charles was finally in his arms. Erik inhaled deeply, the distinct smell of Charles drifting into Erik's nose.

You know that feeling where you didn't know you'd been craving something until you had it? Yeah, that's exactly what Erik's feeling right now.

The hand around Charles' neck slowly loosened. With a reverence unlike anything Erik's ever given to anything or anybody else, Erik found himself caressing the smooth skin beneath his fingers. With his eyes closed and his forehead still resting on Charles, Erik's mind slowly formed the images of Charles' porcelain skin as his fingers travelled over it. From the neck, Erik's hands and fingers traced the collarbone that jutted out slightly from his shirt collar.

With a satisfied sigh, Erik opened his eyes and leaned his forehead back to take in Charles' flushed face. Both of Erik's hands slowly made its way to Charles' baby face, cupping it with such gentleness that it was hard to believe they had been making out with such violence only a minute before.

The whole time that Erik's hands explored Charles' body, the telepath hadn't moved a muscle. His eyes watched Erik the whole time, knowing just how much this meant to the older man. He was more than happy relinquishing control to Erik; if anything, it was extremely hot knowing he was at the mercy of this man who was the epitome of masculinity.

Charles' and Erik's eyes closed as they slowly leaned into each other's lips. It wasn't even a kiss...more of a connecting of two bodies. There was no movement, no passionate groans as they made out, just a tender meeting of their lips.

They broke apart, their eyes immediately searching each other out.

"Erik." Charles' voice was almost a whisper, as if he was afraid any loud noise would break the moment.

Erik sighed out, "Charles".

"Take me to bed?"

With a small smile, Erik picked Charles up bridal style. Instinctively, Charles wrapped his arms around Erik's neck to keep himself balanced. Their eyes never lost contact as Erik made his way over to the bed with his precious cargo.

When his knees hit the side of Charles' expansive, and expensive, bed, Erik gently lowered Charles onto the mattress before lowering his body on top of Charles. Shifting his body so that it rested mostly on his left arm, Erik used his right hand to brush the hair away from Charles' forehead.

Charles stretched out his left arm in search of his night table, his body squirming under Erik's as his hand went in search of lubrication. Charles, ever the tease, knew full well that the movements would have their erections rubbing together, eliciting a tight groan from Erik, who closed his eyes in pure bliss.

Charles let out a triumphant, "EUREKA!" as his left hand came back into view with a bottle of lube clutched like a trophy. Erik opened his eyes, aiming his head so that he could capture the telepath's lips again. They kissed languidly as their hands quickly divulged each other of their clothes. Charles' shirt was flung to the floor, Erik's to the end of the bed. Charles' pants and boxers hit the floor, his belt buckle clanging loudly in protest to the brutal treatment. Erik's was thrown somewhere between wherever and whothehellgivesadamn.

Soon, the men's hands were free to roam across bare skin. Charles' illusion of his body did not do justice to reality. If anything, his skin was a creamier white, his arms more toned, and his stomach on the thin line between completely flat and lightly muscled.

But, even if Charles had a pot belly, body saggy with age, and, dare he say it, BALD!, Erik would still cherish it as if it was the most precious gift in the world. Catching the thought, Charles pulled Erik up from where he was nipping at Charles' neck, and crushed their lips together before releasing Erik back to his ministrations.

Erik slowly explored every inch of Charles' upper body with his lips and curious hands. Erik's hands followed the curve of Charles' hip, down to his buttocks, then to his thighs. From there, one hand cupped Charles' scrotum before going back up to Charles' chest.

Charles was more than willing to let Erik do whatever he wanted as he lay there, one hand tangled in Erik's hair and the other caressing Erik's back. When he heard the contented sigh from Charles, a sudden realization hit Erik like a freight train. He couldn't imagine being anywhere else with anybody else ever again. Each and everyday, he wanted to wake up to this...to Charles.

I love you, Charles.

Charles gasped, his eyes wide with shock and lust. At the surprised reaction from Charles, Erik felt intense trepidation grip his chest as he lifted his head up to meet Charles' gaze. A whirl of thoughts and feelings went through Erik's mind.

OhGodIshouldn'thavesaidthatI'msuchafoolpleasedon'tleaveCharleswecanstillbefriendsohGoddon'tleavemeI'lltakeanythingyouwanttogiveme

Charles shook his head, his loose brown hair waving slightly from side to side, a small smile on his face. Erik's heart dropped. This was it...Charles was going to tell him that this was just a fling; that he didn't wish for it to be anything other than a quick fuck.

I love you too, you stupid fool.

Erik blinked, his mind trying to reconcile the rejection he was expecting, with the reciprocation he actually received. Erik blinked again.

"You..." Erik growled before taking a nipple into his mouth and biting down lightly. Charles bucked and his eyes closed instinctually, but Erik's hand on his waist kept him from moving too much. As punishment, Erik reached down and gripped Charles' erection, pumping it up and down until Charles' mind became a blur of colors and pleasure. He came in Erik's hand, with the man's name shouted to the ceiling.

Erik watched with fascination as Charles came down from his high, his smaller body heaving with deep breaths. Charles' eyes slowly opened. The sight that greeted him being Erik's body on top of his, slightly lowered so that Erik could have full access to Charles' torso, a smug smile on Erik's face, and a splattering of semen on Erik's right hand.

"Jerk!" Charles cried, ignoring the completely obvious pun.

Erik chuckled, a low rumbling in his throat that sent Charles' libido back into overdrive. Charles grabbed the lube with his left hand, popped the cap with an experience flick of his thumb, and squeezed it into Erik's dirty right hand. Catching onto his intentions, Erik raised an eyebrow at Charles', shall he say...kinkiness.

With his hand sufficiently coated, Erik dipped down and traced Charles' entrance and insides. The heat immediately surrounded his fingers like a furnace. Slowly, Erik prepared Charles with his fingers slicked with semen and lube.

Ready? Erik sent to Charles, more than willing to stop if Charles showed any sign of hesitation. Erik's heart filled with even more love when Charles nodded, his lower lip held between his teeth.

As Erik entered the smaller man, the walls of Charles' anus provided just the right amount of resistance that had Erik panting with pleasure. Erik's eyes clamped shut, blocking out everything else. God, Charles, you're so tight. God, so hot inside. I love it...love you.

Charles moaned, his eyes closed in ecstasy, head thrown back, and back arched. When Charles was fully impaled on Erik's long length, Erik opened his eyes, his gaze immediately zeroing in on Charles' bared neck. With a dip of his head, Erik sucked on the smooth skin under Charles' jaw line. Another moan from Charles, the smaller man's hands scraping over Erik's muscled back leaving angry red lines over his body.

When Erik moved, the heat was too much for Erik to take, he almost came right then and there. That's never happened to either man before. But all those other times, with all their other partners, sex was purely physical; a way to get their rocks off after a long day. That was sex...this...this is making love.

The psychological aspect of what they were doing right now, Erik and Charles together, intensified every little touch, every kiss, every thrust until it was more than either of them could take.

With a groan, Erik moved again. His mind was a canvas of blinding white, the only occupants being Charles and his body. He needed to think of something else or else he'll orgasm, and Erik really did not want that right now...not when he has all that he ever wanted in his arms now.

Erik searched around the room with his eyes, desperately trying to think of puppies and Shaw and trees...anything...anything to keep him from coming. His eyes landed on the almost empty bottle of lube lying on the bed. In his haste, he hadn't noticed before that the bottle was definitely not new. If anything, it looked like it was well used.

A surge of jealousy provided Erik with the concentration he needed. Anger at the thought that Charles had been laid out like this, moaned, bit his lips in ecstasy, and touched by anybody else, sent Erik's blood racing for a purely different reason. With a growl, Erik's eyes narrowed with anger and he quickly dropped down, placing a possessive bite to the spot on Charles' neck he had just sucked on lovingly a minute ago.

Charles gasped, his back arching. If Erik wanted to stake his claim on Charles' body, Charles was more than willing to let him. As if he wanted to fuck the memories of Charles' other partners out of his mind, Erik pounded relentlessly into Charles' body. The bed banged against the wall loudly with each thrust. Looking back on it later, Charles would be very proud of himself for having the concentration to block out the sound from anybody close by the room.

When Erik felt the familiar sensation deep in his stomach, he didn't hold back. With Charles' name groaned out between clenched teeth, Erik orgasmed. Did the world tilt? I think it tilted...

For a couple minutes, Erik lay on top of Charles, most of his weight supported by his left arm, and Charles sagged back into the mattress. Both of them breathed heavily through their mouths, eyes closed in an effort to compose themselves. Slowly, on shaking arms, Erik pulled out with a kiss to Charles' lax lips. With an OOF, Erik landed on the bed next to Charles' exhausted body. The luxurious sheets dutifully soaked up the sweat from both of their torsos, leaving the skin soft and hot.

With a curious gaze, Erik watched Charles as he lay on his back staring up at the ceiling. Their breathing slowly evened out, but Charles still hadn't uttered a word. Erik supported his head with his left hand, his whole body pointed towards Charles. "Fucked the words right out your mouth, my love?"

Charles let out a loud "HAH!" before turning onto his side to face Erik. For once, the ever rambling, bumbling Professor was quiet, leaving Erik to fill the silence. Now that the urgency of the moment was gone, Erik was free to take in Charles' real body with his eyes.

Wait...

"Charles?" Erik said, eyes not leaving the spot on Charles' body.

Charles smirked, "Yes, my friend?"

"When I saw your body...illusion...whatever, in the kitchen, you were not this – "

"Long?" Charles finished for him. When Erik nodded, his eyes still on Charles' penis, Charles continued. "Well of course, my dear. I couldn't very well traumatize my sister AS WELL as the boys, now could I?"

Finis

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