Chapter One

Guten Morgen

Charles felt languid and satisfied as the warm morning sun filtered onto him through the curtains. The sheets of Erik's bed were soft, and even the dull ache of Charles' ass from the previous evening's proceedings only added to Charles' current contentment. That was until he realized that Erik was not draped over him as per usual. He was still in the room, though; that much Charles could tell. The rules stated he could not actively seek out nor penetrate Erik's mind, but he could not keep out the constant buzz of Erik's thoughts. They were as much a part of him now as Erik.

Confused as to why he was not wrapped in his lover's arms, Charles impetuously pushed at the boundaries of Erik's mind.

"I can feel you, Charles," Erik purred dangerously from somewhere at the end of the bed.

Charles paused, reigning in his powers before opening his eyes and attempting to sit up.

"Stop right where you are, Charles," Erik said, that devious tone still skirting the edge of his voice.

Charles did as he was told.

Erik chuckled darkly. "Such an infraction cannot go unpunished. And it seems I have just the punishment in mind."

Charles tensed, feeling like a cornered animal. "Why do I get the feeling that you were going to do this anyway?"

Erik smacked Charles' ass through the thin sheets, eliciting a surprised yelp from Charles. "You're in a defiant mood today, Charles. We'll have to put a stop to that." Erik smoothed a comforting hand over Charles' rump as he chided him. His repeated purring of Charles' name went straight to Charles' cock, and Erik was well aware of this fact. He removed his hand and turned his attention back to whatever it was he had planned.

Moments later, the sheets were unceremoniously thrown off Charles, his skin prickling at the cold air. He desperately wanted to move, to discover Erik's plans, but he knew the punishment would only be made worse, so he laid still and waited for some sign of what was to come. His heart was in his throat, and even though he was wary of Erik's impending punishment, he could feel his blood rushing to his cock, and his skin began to tingle in anticipation.

Erik, still nude, crawled up the bed to straddle Charles' thighs. Placing a hand between Charles' legs, he pushed them apart as much as possible with his own legs in the way. Charles shuddered, loving his master's touch, but fearful of what was to come, and Erik chuckled.

Charles heard the distinctive pop of the lubricant bottle being opened. Soon Erik's lube-covered fingers pressed gently at his hole. Charles hissed; he was still quite sore. The slight pain mixed with the feeling of Erik inside him again made him pulse and begin to ache with need. Erik ran his other hand down Charles' thigh soothingly while shushing him, then pressed two fingers in.

Charles cried out; it was almost too much, but Erik continued on, knowing Charles could take it. Though he was sore, he was still quite pliant and gave way easily. Erik grinned and continued to work his fingers inside Charles. Soon, he added a third finger, generously pouring lube around the edges of Charles' hole to ease things. Charles began panting and writhing into Erik's touch, moaning softly into the pillow. He loved Erik's technique. After all, Erik could be quite rough when the mood caught him, but he wasn't a full-blown sadist.

Once Erik felt that Charles was ready, he removed his fingers and called a metallic item across the room. Charles was too flustered by the loss of pressure to notice, but it became very obvious when the object pushed bluntly at his entrance.

Shocked, Charles' head whipped around to look at Erik, his eyes wide with surprise and insulted propriety and . . . arousal.

Erik grinned toothily, his biggest smile yet, and smacked Charles' ass again. He then gave Charles a stern look while twirling his finger, indicating that Charles turn back around. Charles licked his lips nervously and did as he was told.

Erik continued to use his powers to push the object into Charles, using his hands to hold down Charles' hips. The object continued to flare outward, stretching Charles to his limit. As Charles grunted quietly, his eyes squeezed shut in concentration, Erik rubbed circles into his skin with his thumbs. Charles may never admit it, but it did make it easier.

Finally, the object slammed home; Charles gasped and shuddered as his swollen erection convulsed, his ass closing around the flared base. Charles realized what it was. "Erik, did you put a steel butt plug in-" As he turned around, his voice caught in his throat. Erik was looking down at where the plug disappeared into Charles in awe, almost reverence. He then looked up at Charles, and the two stared at each other in silence for a moment. Charles finally turned fully and kneeled in front of Erik.

"Are you ok?" Erik asked. "Is it comfortable?"

Charles wriggled, getting used to the full feeling. "It isn't painful, just . . . unusual."

"You will wear this," Erik said, "all day."

Charles blinked in surprise.

"And every time you feel its fullness, or feel it move inside of you, you will think of me. You will remember you belong to me; that only I can do this to you; stretch you out and fill you. You are mine, Charles Xavier; never forget that." Erik gave Charles a look that pierced his soul before he swiftly rolled off the bed. Over his shoulder, he casually called, "Get dressed. It's time for breakfast," as he sauntered into the bathroom with his clothes.

Charles stared after Erik's retreating form as his orders slowly sank in. He had to wear it all day. A blush crawled over his face as he recalled all of the duties he had planned for today; breakfast with the children, an ethics lesson with the older students, showing prospective students and their parents around the mansion and grounds, and finally dinner all together before he'd be alone with Erik again. Charles shivered as he tensed around the hardness inside him and his aching erection throbbed again. "How am I going to hide this? How can I hide this?" Charles called out.

Erik emerged, dressed and freshly shaved, from the bathroom and strode in front of his diminutive lover. He grabbed Charles' jaw and brought his face close as he whispered, "Do I hear you questioning me, Charles?" Suddenly Charles felt the plug rotating deep inside him. It was too much. He cried out as his climax overtook him, staring into his master's eyes. Erik looked down, amused, and saw a line of cum across his shoe. He grabbed a handful of Charles' hair and forced him to the ground in front of his feet. "You know better than that, Charles," he smiled. "Clean it up."

Charles glanced up warily at Erik.

Erik grinned toothily, waiting for Charles to do his duty.

Charles crouched down and slowly lathed Erik's shoe with his tongue. He could taste the polish along with the more pronounced taste of himself. Once he finished, he remained kneeling, unsure of his next move.

"Good boy," Erik murmured, stroking Charles hair. He then extended a hand to help Charles to his feet.

Charles clasped Erik's hand and levered himself up. "I'll get dressed now, if that's alright?" Charles didn't meet Erik's eyes and was quite red in the face.

Erik pulled gently at Charles' chin until their eyes met. They looked at each other for a moment before Erik dragged Charles in for a languid kiss. When they pulled apart, Erik was smiling softly. "You taste terrible." He grinned. "Yeah, go get ready." And he waved him off.

Charles' blood felt thick as he tried to focus on what Erik said. He moved to the dresser and pulled out his socks and underwear, sliding into those before looking for his shirt and trousers in the closet. He tried to focus on his tasks instead of Erik and the plug inside him, but it wasn't easy.

As if reading Charles' mind, Erik vibrated the metal inside him just the smallest bit, a reminder as he left the room to head for the kitchen.

Charles groaned and felt his knees give a little. Straightening, he buttoned up his shirt and stepped into his slacks. Bending over caused his muscles to clench and sent heat burning through him. "This is going to be a long day," he choked out.

As Charles entered the kitchen, he found all of the children sitting at the several tables set up. He glanced at Erik, who was cooking eggs at the stove. Erik smiled friendly-enough, not the slightest hint of arousal or embarrassment on his face. "Good morning, Charles."

"Ah, good morning, Erik. Good morning, everyone." Charles joined Erik near the stove, his eyes shifting nervously from Erik to the students. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No, all done here." Erik grinned at him and tipped the last of the eggs onto plates and carried them to the table. "Eat up, children!" The older students rolled their eyes, but everyone quickly filled their plates.

"Thank you, Erik. It's always so nice to eat your cooking." Charles gingerly sat himself at an open spot. "Did everyone sleep well?"

Erik permitted just the slightest glance at Charles' difficulties, and smirked to himself. The children all nodded and mumbled in answer to Charles' question.

Charles relaxed and tucked in to his breakfast. "Could you, um... pass the eggs, Raven?" he asked.

"Charles, you look flushed! Do you feel alright? You don't have a fever, do you?"

Charles coughed nervously, which he instantly regretted. He was becoming more and more sensitive as he became more anxious. "Ahh, um, no. No, Raven. I feel fine. Fine."

Erik's smirks widened, and a quiet chuckle escaped, but he did his best to keep his eyes on his eggs.

"Why are you smiling?" Raven angrily asked Erik. "What if he's caught something?"

"Charles is fine. Aren't you, Charles?" Erik glanced at him.

Charles saw it in his eyes before he felt it happen, but by then it was too late. He pitched forward, shuddering as his face flushed a deep scarlet, and bit back a keening moan.

"Jesus! Are you ok, Prof?" Sean exclaimed.

Charles didn't answer, attempting to compose himself. He gave Erik a short, but very sharp look. Erik couldn't look more smug. Once recovered, he turned back towards Raven, who had reached out to steady him, but he couldn't quite meet her gaze. He felt the eyes of a whole room of concerned children on him, and couldn't believe this was his life. " Sorry about that. I'm . . . fine. Really."

Raven continued to look at him with a mixture of concern and growing suspicion. "You don't look fine," she stated bluntly.

"Raven, I assure you, I am quite well. I think I just need some fresh air."

"You know, Prof," Alex chimed in. "If you're not feeling well, feel free to cancel the ethics class this morn-"

Armando elbowed Alex hard, shooting him an angry glare. Alex immediately shut up.

Charles managed a chuckle. "I'm afraid no affliction," he stole a quick glance at Erik, who was pretending to have lost interest in the conversation, "can delay today's classes."

Alex and Sean groaned in disappointment, while the others just looked concerned.

Erik finished off the last bit of egg remaining on his plate and stood nonchalantly, placing his plate in the sink. He met Charles' dark look with one of smug satisfaction. "I think I'll have a little walk before the lesson." He turned to the children. "See you kinder in the library."

Charles watched him leave from the corner of his eye before looking at his mostly untouched breakfast. He found that he had lost his appetite, so he attempted to rise from the table in a dignified, unhurried manner. "If you'll excuse me, I think I may rest before our lesson begins."

Once he had casually left the kitchen, Charles quickly turned one or two corners before he saw Erik leaning against a doorframe in the hall, one foot propped up on the wall. A great deal of amusement played on his face, but it was tinged with something darker, that power he knew he held over Charles.

Charles slowed as he approached, his fury now prominently displayed on his face. Fooling around when they were alone was one thing, but participating in this behavior in front of the children was not in any way, shape, or form acceptable. He allowed his displeasure and disapproval to feed through the connection between them.

"How! . . . How dare you? Do you know what could have happened? I am their mentor!" Charles hissed. "That was cruel, Erik. I am trying to be a good teacher, and I will not betray their trust lightly. Do not do that again." Charles had closed the distance between them and was poking Erik in the chest with every syllable.

Erik roughly grabbed Charles' hand. "Are you presuming to tell me what to do? As if you had any choice, Charles Xavier. If you would just keep your usual controlled demeanor, the children would not know the difference." He let go of Charles' hand and began to circle him like a predator. "Do I have such power over you? To render you at such a loss of control? How you flatter me." He stopped behind Charles, his breath tickling Charles' nape.

When Charles could no longer follow Erik with his eyes, he closed them and followed him with his mind. Charles could feel gooseflesh break over his skin at the feel of Erik's breath. He pressed his lips together as he tried for control. "I have excellent concentration. Anyone would have such a reaction in a similar situation!" Charles blustered. He refused to move away and lose very literal "ground" in this battle of wills.

Erik smiled behind Charles, knowing how hard he was trying to maintain. He reached forward and ghosted a hand over Charles' neck.

Charles' breath escaped in a rush at the slight contact with Erik's skin. Charles loved his hands, so sure and confident of their purpose. Charles felt his balance waver as he subconsciously leaned into the touch. His heart rate was coming faster and he told himself it was because of his temper and not the ministrations of the devil behind him.

"At any rate, Erik, please refrain from such nonsense during this morning's lecture. I take my task very seriously, and I won't tolerate any more of your antics," Charles said sternly. "This is neither the time nor the place."

Erik dropped his hands to his sides. "As you wish," he said softly and walked down the hall, not sparing Charles another glance. Charles had a bad feeling.