NOTES :

This is a roleplay between a friend of mine and myself.
-: We change the point of view (Charles/ Erik)
oOo: We change to the past/ present.
You'll get the drill of it easily!

This is our second roleplay and we still experiment a lot with the best writing style, etc.

We do not own the characters or universe. This story is set in the original movie universe, with few changings. All characters have their powers, but the storyline is changed massivly.
The story is not read by any beta, all mistakes are ours and we are sorry for that.

If you want to, take your time and listen to the lyrics of the song from which we took our inspiration for the title.
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We decided not to give any warnings for the story. However, we will put several warnings in the notes at the beginning of each chapter.

Now, we really hope you enjoy Charles and Erik fluff, angst, drama!

"What's your name?" - "Erik Lehnsherr" - "How old are you, Mr. Lehnsherr?" - "32" - "Do you know why you're here?" - "Yes".
The last word hung in the air between them, a plastic table separating Erik from the other man. He looked scared, but Erik didn't care.
He had an unnerving feeling under his skin, being surrounded by things made only from plastic, missing the familiar hum of the metal. He knew what a withdraw from using his powers could do to him, but there was absolutely nothing he could do to change that, being in prison and all.
He had never seen that other man before, and he looked intimidated by every little movement Erik did, he smiled to himself enjoying the fear.
"I've been appointed by the estate as your lawyer" he continued, ignoring the fact that Erik had just said he knew what the man was doing there "My name is Azazel, and I'm here to help you, but you have to be honest with me, do you understand?".
Erik nodded but didn't mean it at all. He could spend the rest of his life in there for all he cared, he had finished his mission and that's all that mattered."Did you, or did you not, kill a Sebastian Shaw?"
He didn't answer it, disconnecting from everything else the lawyer said after that. He tried getting Erik's attention back, explaining how important this all was, but Erik didn't trust this guy.
He said he was a lawyer, but what if he was just trying to get a confession out of him? No, Erik wasn't going to say anything. He was going to sit there quiet, already knowing that was exactly what he would do for the rest of his life inside his plastic prison.
He saw the other man getting up and looked at him, focusing briefly "There's no way to know exactly what happened, and since you won't collaborate, the judge is going to appoint a specialist. I'm sorry Mr. Lehnsherr, but you're leaving us with no other choice".
The lawyer left and five men came to fetch Erik and put him back inside his cubicle. He wondered for a second what he had meant with 'specialist', but soon he was already lying on his plastic bed, falling immediately asleep, his tiredness of months catching up to him.

Charles got the call around eleven in the morning. She usually never called from work, so he picked it up rather quickly.
"Moira? Is everything alright?", he asked with a worried tone. "Yes, yes. Everything is good", her voice was heard from the speaker and Charles let out a breath he'd been holding.
"Why are you calling?", he asked, his hands roaming over the desk to find a piece of paper and a pen.
"Would you mind dropping by? We have this case and really need a .. you", she said and Charles chuckled.
"Of course", he answered, giving up his search for pen and paper. He didn't need them anymore.
Moira thanked him and told him the details where to meet.
Twenty minutes later, Charles embraced her in his arms. "Hello", he whispered against her hair and when they parted, he pulled her close once again to give her a small kiss. She still looked like 23, even though she was almost thirty now, only 2 years younger than Charles.
They went inside and Charles was quickly told the background story. Two shots from a gun were heard by the witness and as soon as they stormed into the room, they had seen the dead body of a man called Shaw and another man - the suspect. The evidence was unclear though. No fingerprints on the weapon, nor any signs of the suspect using the gun. For all they knew, it could have been a suicide. If only the suspect would talk. And this is where Charles comes into the story.
"Try and get him to talk, Charles. It makes the evidence more valuable", Moira said, before opening the door to a cell made out of plastic.

Erik had been in the plastic chair once again, staring at the table and waiting. He didn't know what he was waiting for though, and that made his skin burn with unease.
When the door to the cell finally opened, he quickly snapped his eyes up, putting his best put out face, wanting to show that nothing was going to break him.
His mask fell down the second he saw who was walking towards him and his heart skipped a beat like it hadn't done in almost ten years.

oOo

He was at a bar close to Oxford. He had been following some leads that took him nowhere and found himself in need of a drink. Erik was waiting for the tequila shot he had just ordered, when he overheard the conversation playing out next to him.
"I'm telling you, Raven, there are others out there with powers" Erik leaned in closer, trying to make sense of the words he was hearing "And now that I'm finally a professor, I'm opening a school for those who are gifted".
Raven and the guy kept talking, and Erik wasn't naive to just stand there trying to figure out what they were talking about, because he knew what it was.
He stood close to them, until Raven seemed to get tired of the conversation, claiming she just wanted to have fun for a night and going off to the improvised dance floor.
The guy stayed at the bar though, nursing his drink, pensive and dreamy blue eyes planning his future. Erik drank his shot of tequila in one go and took the stool next to the guy "Erik Lehnsherr" he had purred, and the other man had looked up with a look that made his heart skip his first beat "Charles Xavier" he answered.

oOo

The man in front of him now, though, looked so much older and mature. His foolish young dreams and hopes seemed to have escaped him, but he also looked happy. Erik couldn't quite believe he was there, but the surprise only lasted for a second, when he realised they had sent a telepath to get the truth out of him. Fuck.
"What are you doing here, Charles?" he asked sounding like he was holding the world on his shoulders, repressing all the yearning that was crawling in his skin only upon seeing Charles' face.

When Charles entered the room and saw who was sitting on the chair, he wanted nothing more than just stumble out of the door again. Moira was still behind him and everyone was expecting him to do this now, though. He took a deep breath and walked further inside the room, taking the seat across from Erik.
The man on the other side of the table had barely changed in ten years; still the same face, the same indefinable blue-ish eyes, Charles used to love. His body was almost the same as well, even though the gray overall didn't do his muscles justice. Charles could only guess, that the sharky smile with crinkled nose was still the same, given that the other man looked very serious now. There was also something else in his eyes; longing?
Charles gulped at his thoughts, already feeling way too uncomfortable. Before he could even open his mouth to answer Erik's question, a man in suit and tie was sitting next to him.
"You know my client?", the man asked, obviously not sounding pleased about that fact. He must have been Erik's lawyer.
"Yes, but I haven't seen him in ten years and therefore my assessment won't be spoiled by any personal feelings. I can assure you, that it will be professional and reliable", Charles answered, not leaving Erik's eyes.
He tried his best to mask all his feelings, folding his hands together on the table.
"I am going to look into your head, Erik. Don't try to fight it, please", he then answered Erik's question, unfolding one of his hands and putting his fingers on his temple.
Pictures were flashing through his mind, until he found the right memory and took a closer look.
Erik was looking at Shaw and seemed furious. A gun was flying in the room, pointed at Shaw. Two shots and both, Shaw and the gun, fell to the ground. Charles felt Erik's pain, his anger and also some kind of relief.
When he let go of his temple, leaving Erik's mind, all eyes were on him.
"And? What did you see, mr Xavier?", the lawyer asked curiously.

oOo

He didn't know who that handsome guy next to him was, but Charles didn't want him to leave. Another drink for them was quickly ordered and Charles gave him a smile, when Erik asked how he'd known what he usually drinks. "You have your secrets, I have mine", he teased with a wink, slowly nipping on his glass.

A smile spread across Charles' lips as he saw Erik's reaction to the move of his hand. This totally handsome man sitting next to him, was interested in him and he sure was going to take the chance.
"I do not", he answered honestly and moved his hand just a little bit up, before letting go of Erik's thigh. "And you?", he purred, turning his whole body more towards Erik.
Charles took his drink again with the hand that he'd removed from Erik's leg and put the straw between his lips. He sucked on it lightly, not breaking eye contact with the tall man next to him.
It affected Erik clearly, making him gulp and lick his lips. His voice was hoarse when he answered, telling Charles that he wasn't seeing someone either.

Erik had to take a deep breath to calm himself down when he saw Charles sucking on his straw. The bar started feeling really hot and his pants felt like they were shrinking. Fuck, he needed a smoke.
Erik pulled a cigarette and a lighter out of his leather jacket pocket, putting it on his mouth and covering around it, but just as he was about to light it up, the bartender stopped him "I'm sorry man, but you can't smoke inside".
He put it down and looked at Charles charmingly "Care to take this outside?" he asked, giving him a rehearsed smile, aiming to seduce. He got up and threw some money on the counter, enough to pay for his and Charles' bill. He turned around without waiting for the answer, but desperately hoping he was being followed.
The chilly air of the street helped him calm down, and for a moment there he wondered what was he doing, but the thought escaped his mind as soon as Charles appeared next to him.
Erik finally lit up his cigarette, putting it on his mouth and taking a drag. He held it inside and then threw his head back, letting the smoke go out slowly, his eyes fluttering shut when he felt his nerves settling down.
"So-" he started "- I heard that you just became a professor?".

Charles couldn't help but stare at the beautiful, exposed neck from Erik, when he was exhaling the smoke. He wanted to kiss that neck, leave marks on it and on other parts of Erik's body. Charles didn't even care that the other man was a smoker; actually finding it quite hot to watch him. Suddenly, he imagined Erik blowing the smoke into his mouth and just the thought of it made him crave his first cigarette ever.
He almost didn't hear the question, too caught in his daydreams, but quickly shook them aside.
"Yes, indeed. I was just celebrating with some friends of mine, actually", he said, his voice almost shaky.
"I was always quite interested in genetic mutation, seeing how humanity developed from hairy apes to handsome men like you." The last part he finished with a little wink, his heart beating faster, even though he knew his game.
Charles watched Erik taking another drag from his cigarette and blowing the smoke out once again, smiling at him.
It was cold outside and Charles' coat was still inside, but he didn't want to cross his arms in front of his chest, afraid to give the wrong, closed up impression. Instead, he put both of his hands in his pockets and leaned against the brick wall, eyeing Erik.

Erik chuckled at Charles' comment. He knew how handsome he was, but he probably paled next to the other man and his piercing eyes.
He moved to stand in front of him, the smoke from his cigarette dancing in the middle of them and hitting Charles on the face "Sorry" Erik said in a low voice and watched the other man's parted lips, thinking of running his tongue there and then push it inside.
"That sounds rather interesting, I'd like to hear more about it" he said, trying to coax more information out of Charles. He couldn't just ask him without sounding like a stalker who was listening to his private conversation.
Erik leaned forward, his hand on the brick wall, right next to Charles' head, looking down at him, his gaze flickering between his eyes and his mouth.

When he noticed Erik's stare, Charles licked his lips unconsciously as they suddenly felt very dry. He wanted to kiss the man right there, but that would have been too intrusive, wouldn't it?
"I'll tell you everything about it in the morning", he joked and chuckled lightly. "No, but seriously; I could talk to you hours about this topic. Did you know, that mutation took us from single celled organisms to being the dominant form of reproductive life on this planet?"
Genetics were Charles' element, he immediately felt calmer talking about it, giving him his teasing smile back.

Erik noticed at that moment how fascinated Charles was about the subject. And it made Erik fascinated too. As the other man talked, he could feel his breath ghosting on his mouth, and it made him want to let it all go and just kiss him against that wall.
He suddenly wanted to learn more, to hear that gorgeous accent talking about it for hours with no end. And he would listen, he would pay attention and he would answer with equally smart retorts.
"Yes, I did know that" he said, noticing how cloudy his voice sounded, the intensity of his desire taking over everything. He pulled away and took another drag from his cigarette, blowing it on the wind's direction, trying to avoid letting it go to Charles' face.
He was smiling teasingly at him, and Erik wanted to say they should indeed talk about it in the morning. But that was not what he was there for. Was it?
He took a deep calming breath before talking again "Do you think it's possible that people developed certain… mutant abilities, professor?"

Charles was a bit startled by the question. Usually people just laugh when he talks about genetics, not understanding a single word he's saying. Erik however, started asking him this specific question, making Charles frown. Was it possible that Erik knew more than he was willing to show?
He slowly put his hand on his temple, not wanting to cause any confusion and started reading Erik's mind. What he saw, was extraordinary. Erik was making a coin float around his fingers, without even touching it. The tall man in front of Charles certainly had powers too, making Charles glow in excitement.
"Something tells me, you already know the answer to your question", he breathed, looking from Erik's eyes to his lips, being very distracted by those.

Erik smiled openly at that, all his teeth showing. Charles had powers too, he knew it from the moment he heard the other man talking to Raven. He was trying to figure out what his powers were, it was still not obvious to him, but when Charles spoke he sounded sure of his words, like he knew.
"Come here" Erik whispered throwing his cigarette at the ground.
He used his power to pull Charles by his belt, their hips connecting, and their chests touching. It felt like fire was burning inside his lungs at their proximity and Erik tried reading Charles' eyes, not knowing what he was seeing in there.
Their mouths were so close together that when Erik spoke, their lips brushed against each other "Metal" he said. His voice was shaking and he wasn't sure it was because of Charles or because he had never said those words to someone else "I can control metal".

Charles barely registered the words coming from Erik's lips, as he stared into his blue eyes - or were they gray? He didn't care at that very moment, not being able to keep his eyes open anymore. When he felt Erik's lips brushing against his while he was speaking, Charles was gone. His mind was foggy and all his senses screamed to kiss this man now. So Charles' hands moved to touch Erik's hips, tucking him in even closer if that was possible.
The desire to kiss Erik was too strong and he couldn't resist anymore, leaning in and pressing his lips against Erik's. It was a marvelous sensation, making his body all tingly to feel Erik's soft, warm lips against his. Charles could still taste the nicotine on Erik, giving the kiss an even more alluring passion.
'That's an incredible gift', Charles put that thought into Erik's mind, while their lips were still moving against each other smoothly.

Erik all but groaned in the kiss when he heard Charles' voice inside his head. It was an extraordinary feeling and he felt this desperate need to touch the other man. He wanted to know Charles and be close to him.
Erik's hand found it's way to the other man's hair and it was even softer than he had imagined. He pulled it softly and Charles parted his mouth, Erik's tongue quickly licking his bottom lip and moving on to explore that hot mouth offered to him.
Erik had never felt this attracted to someone before, never desired a person that much and he had never, ever being kissed like that.
Charles was all over him, the sensations all around his body making him aware of every little movement, every little thrust of hips.
He was also very aware they were standing in the middle of the street, with many people passing by, coming in and out of the bar. He pulled away and asked with a husky voice "Will you tell me more in the morning?".

Charles was very aware of the warm pool of arousal in his guts and he bit his lip, concentrating not to kiss Erik breathless again. His heart was pounding in his chest and he needed a moment to catch his breath.
"I really like that idea", he said, trying to put a teasing tone to it, but probably failing and sounding more needy than anything.
He grabbed Erik's hand and they both started walking into the bar again to get their coats.

oOo

He couldn't believe that Erik was actually guilty of killing Shaw. Not him, not his Erik. He was mysterious and closed off, but he wasn't a murderer. Charles didn't want to believe that. Erik must have had a reason, something went wrong maybe?
For the first time in his life, Charles didn't believe what he saw in someone else's mind.
"He's innocent", Charles said, half lying. He was so sure that Erik was innocent, even though the other man must have pulled the trigger with his powers.
Charles looked into Erik's eyes when he said those words, seeing that they were leaking a bit of fear and then confusion. For every other person, Erik still looked the same, but Charles learned to read him almost to a perfection.
Erik must have been innocent. He must.