Summary: "Okay, clearly this is going nowhere, especially if you're just going to stand there and mutter incoherent sentences at me." Charles looked right at the pornstar. "Look, Erik, I have a scene to film, so, um…please get off the set?" He paused. "Unless…unless you wanted to watch," he added quietly, already knowing the answer.

A/N: Major warning for Shaw, Shaw being creepy, and Shaw pissing off Erik in the best way possible.

Erik smiled proudly to himself as he made his way on set the next day, two cups of coffee in hand. Charles may have said he wouldn't go get coffee with him, but he never said anything about Erik bringing some to him.

This counted as a date, in Erik's head at least.

He strolled in causally, hoping to spot the sexy little brunet, when the sight of Sebastian Shaw wearing a robe (a sign that he was about to start filming) smacked him in the face. But that wasn't the worst part.

The worst part was Charles, who was also wearing a robe, and sitting in the middle of a huge bed looking as fuckable as one could get.

Erik's eyes then scanned the "set".

Okay, scratch what he said earlier about seeing Charles on the same set as Shaw being the worst part. The real worst part was the actual set, which was a torture room if the chains on the wall, whips, burning candles, and all the other fucked up shit that Erik didn't even want to think were used for, were anything to go by.

Erik seethed. He thrust both coffees in his hands to the nearest moron, which just so happened to be Alex, another fluffer, and growled, "If I get escorted from the premises, put a laxative in one of these and give it Shaw," before he stalked across the warehouse floor.

Alex looked at both the Styrofoam cups in his hands and shrugged.

"…need no damn fluffer, I want to last as long as possible with this one," Shaw was saying as Erik made his way closer. "Ah, Erik," the man said the second he noticed the other pornstar, "you're just in time." He motioned over to the bed where Charles was, a set worker slipping cuffs on his hands as they spoke. "I saw the video you two made—very hot. Loved the whole "naughty schoolboy" thing." Shaw chuckled, looking down before he glanced back over to Charles. "I personally wanted something a little more on the…rougher side with him."

Erik was personally going to rough Shaw's face up in about five seconds. It took every ounce of his strength to hold back the urge to smash the man's head in with a nearby camera. It was bad enough having to watch Charles suck the man's cock the other day, but there was no way in hell he was going to sit there and watch Shaw fuck him.

Scratch that. There was no way in hell Erik was going to allow Shaw to fuck him.

"Did Charles agree to this?" he bit out.

Shaw looked genuinely surprised. "Why, Erik, I have no idea what you mean by that. If you're implying that I'm somehow…forcing Charles to do this then, please," he waved over to the brunet, "be my guest; ask him yourself." A smirk appeared over Shaw's face, one that had Erik itching to reach for the nearest cable cord, wrap it around the man's neck and pull.

Instead he stormed over to Charles, who was just lying back and looking at each hand—making sure they were the proper distance from the bedposts—and growled at the man, "What the hell, Charles? What are you doing?"

"Erik." Now Charles seemed genuinely surprised. He blushed. "I-I didn't think you were due on set until later." He looked off to the side. "What are you doing here?"

Not watching him get fucked by Shaw. "I came in early and brought us some coffee." He motioned over to Alex, who had both cups on a nearby table. The blond gave Erik a thumbs up with a huge shit-eating grin. "Which neither of us will be drinking now," he added dryly. Goddamn Alex, he probably doesn't remember which one he put the laxative in.

"Oh," Charles said. Thank god he was still robed, or this conversation would've been awkward as all living hell. "Thank you, Erik. That's, uh, very sweet of you." He shuffled on the bed a bit. "Um, perhaps we can have them after..."

"You're not really going through with this, are you?" Erik was done with the bullshit; he was cutting straight to the chase.

Charles blinked. "Excuse me?"

Erik motioned over to Shaw, who was holding a whip now and laughing with Matthew. "Shaw? Really? You're really going to make a video with that…that old bastard."

Lowering his voice, as to not make a scene probably, Charles just told Erik, "Erik, I know what I said the other day about liking you, but come on, let's be realistic here. You and I can't just make pornos together forever, Matthew wouldn't allow that and you know it." Erik started to say something but Charles cut him off. "Besides, I'm making so much more money doing this," he tried to motion to his body with one of his bound hands, only making Erik want to punch a nearby wall, "than being a fluffer." He sighed. "I'm sorry Erik, but they offered me double what I got paid for our film."

"That's because of the type of film you're about to partake in," Erik hissed at Charles, also trying to keep his voice low. "Have you ever even seen an S and M film before?"

"I…" Charles looked off to the side again. "Maybe only once or twice…" he mumbled.

Erik ran a hand down his face. "Goddamn it, Charles, do you even have any idea what you're getting yourself into?"

Around that time Shaw had decided to crack the whip in his hand, the loud sound echoing off the warehouse walls. He smiled wickedly.

Charles swallowed. "Perhaps not."

"Come on; let's get you out of those cuffs." Erik started to reach for Charles' hands.

"Lehnsherr!" Matthew called out. "What the hell are you doing? You're not supposed to be on set until noon. Now get out of the scene, we're about to start filming."

Like hell they were. Erik tugged at Charles' bound hands. "The hell? These are real?" Since when did they use real props? Erik tried harder to free Charles' hand from the cuff. It didn't budge. What the hell? Seriously? Old ass outdated globe with the USSR on it, but real handcuffs with locking mechanisms on them? Erik started to panic.

"Erik, what are you doing?" Charles looked oddly at the man. "Stop it, we're about to start filming; it's too late—I'm doing this."

The words hit Erik like a thousand tidal waves filled with glass. He looked down at Charles. "You're-" he had to swallow, "-you're really going to do this?"

"It's about the money, Erik. I really need the money." He offered a small smile. "I'm sure they'll be other films, for you and me. It's just…" he glanced off to the side. "I need to do this right now," he said and looked back to Erik.

"But I don't want you to," Erik said so quietly Charles didn't hear.

"Beside," Charles went on, "you have a scene you're filming today too, yes?" He gave Erik a pointed look. "Again, how is it fair that you can fuck as you please, but I'm not allowed to do the same?"

Again Erik's answer was just a soft, unheard mumble. "Because…because you're supposed to be with me."

"Okay, clearly this is going nowhere, especially if you're just going to stand there and mutter incoherent sentences at me." Charles looked right at the pornstar. "Look, Erik, I have a scene to film, so, um…please get off the set?" He paused. "Unless…unless you wanted to watch," he added quietly, already knowing the answer.

Erik didn't say anything—not a word—he just hung his head and turned, leaving the set and the man of his dreams behind.

"…like him on all fours by the end, possibly a ball gag in his mouth…" Shaw glanced up from his conversation with Matthew as Erik made his way near. "Erik, hello again." Even his smile's dimples were evil. "I trust you took my advice and talked to Charles?"

Erik just glared at the man. "Matthew, would you please give us a minute?"

The director just raised his eyebrows but otherwise nodded, leaving the two pornstars alone.

"I know what you're doing, Shaw, so let me leave you with this: if you hurt him, by accident or any other way during this film, I will personally hunt you down and rip your cock off." Erik took a looming step forward. "You know for a fact that Charles is inexperienced and has no idea what he's gotten himself into, and I know that's what turns you on, you sick fuck. You may have won this round, but I promise you, this will be the last film you and Charles ever make together."

And with that, Erik shouldered past the older man, bumping him just as hard as he intended to.

Shaw just huffed, glancing over his shoulder as Erik made his retreat. He shook it off after a moment with a smile and said, "Let the fucking begin," just loud enough for Erik to hear.

Alex was nodding towards the coffee cup on his right with a big old smile on his face as Erik came closer. The pornstar just knocked both cups over with his hand, spilling their contents everywhere. Alex frowned.

"Change of plans," he told the younger man. "Just send Carlos to my trailer with the biggest, most drunk inducing bottle of whisky he can find."

…

Erik swore he could hear Charles moaning from his trailer, but that also could have just been him. He was fucking drunk as shit and hearing double.

Wait, was that even possible?

Whatever.

He glanced down at the man between his legs. "The fuck does Matthew pay you for? You don't suck cock nowhere near as good as Charles."

The man popped off Erik's cock, looking up at him with a scowl. "Well excuse me if I'm not Charles fucking Xavier: cock sucker extraordinaire. You're the one who asked for me."

"I had no choice," Erik muttered before taking a swig straight out of the bottle. He looked back down at Carlos. "Come on, I have to be ready to fuck in an hour and so far you haven't done shit to get me in the mood." He took another drink.

"Oh no you didn't." Carlos stood, looking down at Erik now. "Well, so sorry that my fluffing abilities aren't up to your high standards, my Great Erik "horse cock" Lehnsherr." He took a mock bow. "Perhaps you should go find your preferred cocksucker- oh wait, that's right: he's otherwise occupied, what with being fucked seven ways from Sunday, and probably chained to a wall right about now, by Sebastian Shaw."

Carlos had just enough time to duck the bottle of whisky that was hurled at his head as he exited Erik's trailer.

"Fuck you," Erik shouted at the fluffer, "you're the worst cock-sucker I've ever had the displeasure of having my cock sucked by." He paused. "And there's been hundreds!"

Erik sighed. Fuck. He was drunk. Perhaps…perhaps this was not such a good idea after all. He was yelling at fluffers, drinking before noon, plotting his revenge on Shaw without and an actual plot. Nothing good could come out of this.

He zipped up, after putting his half-hard cock away, and stood himself, finding the room to be a bit on the…spinning side. Great.

Well, that last idea may not have been a good one, but this next one was sure to be a disaster.

He couldn't take it anymore; he had to go see Charles. Go see Charles being…being fucked by Shaw.

He didn't know why, he just knew that he needed to see it.

…

Erik downed a cup of coffee, or two, on his way to the set. Not that it was going to help sober him up by any means, but it was worth a shot. The sun however, did help out a bit. God it was bright out today.

He slipped inside the warehouse and that's when the real sobering up began.

Charles' moans of…well, it sure as shit wasn't pleasure, hit Erik in the face like a wall.

Or maybe Erik just walked into a wall. Goddamn it! Why did he ever think drinking was a good idea?

Coming off the wall he just careened into, Erik followed the sound of moaning, his blood boiling and the rage in him rising. He was definitely starting to sober up now.

He made his way closer, looked straight at the set and-

Fuck.

Fifth biggest mistake of his life.

Charles was on the ground, blindfolded, hands bound behind his back, ass in the air and cheek smashed against the floor.

That…that was not the worst part though. The worst part was Shaw, who was fucking Charles violently; both hands gripping the brunet hard enough to leave marks as he slammed his cock into the boy repeatedly.

Erik was going to throw-up.

More than likely because of the booze, but this shit wasn't helping either.

With a heavy stomach he leaned against the nearest surface, which just so happened to be a trashcan, and watched. He didn't want to watch, but he couldn't seem to tear his eyes away. It was like a horrible car crash with mangled bodies and blood everywhere and you just can't help but to look, only it was Shaw fucking Charles and that was much, much worst.

Erik hurled the trashcan across the room in a fit of rage.

Fuck this; he was not going to watch Shaw come all over Charles—his Charles.

Erik stalked across the warehouse, coming even closer to their set.

"What the hell-" was as far as Matthew got when he noticed his head pornstar storming over. Erik ripped the cord that ran to the camera from the wall and then turned his gaze on the director.

"Call cut, now," he said harshly, breathing heavy with anger.

"Erik, what's gotten into you?"

"Call cut now before I smash the damn camera next!"

Matthew's eyes went wide. He turned to Shaw, who either noticed the commotion but didn't care enough to stop, or was so into fucking Charles that he didn't notice (Erik couldn't decide which scenario made him want to kill the man more), and called cut.

Charles, who was blindfolded and probably couldn't hear anyway over Shaw's grunts and groans (Erik seethed even more at that thought), clearly had no idea what was going on.

Shaw looked over, confused at first, and then spotted Erik. A scowl formed over his face, but was soon replaced by a smirk. He placed a hand on Charles' sweat slicked back— Erik had to grit his teeth—and slowly as shit began to pull his cock out of Charles' abused ass.

Charles moaned softly— Erik hoped it was from relief and not pleasure—as Shaw's cock started to leave.

But then at the last second Shaw plowed back in, eyes still on Erik, and pushed all the way to the hilt. Charles let out a startled gasp, his mouth falling open. He took in a ragged breath. "I thought Matthew called cut."

Erik balled his hands into fists, resisting the urge to run over there and rip Shaw from Charles.

Shaw just leaned over the bound man, and breathed into his ear, "He did-" he ran a hand down Charles' slick body, "-but your ass just feels so good, so tight. I couldn't help myself; it practically sucked my cock back in on its own." He kissed Charles' neck.

And yes, Erik heard every word that slimy bastard said.

Shaw straightened up, eyes back on Erik as he started thrusting again; slowly this time. He grabbed onto Charles' right asscheek and squeezed before using both hands to spread him wide, his cock still slipping in and out. "I'm sorry, Matthew," he panted. "He just feels so good." He glanced over to Erik. "My cock just doesn't want to leave the warmth."

"What the hell is going on?" Charles asked, moving his head from side to side, his eyes still unseeing. "Are we on break or what?"

"Tell him that's enough," Erik bit out to Matthew. He gave the director a frightening look. "Tell him to stop."

"I-" Matthew looked back and forth between Erik and Sebastian. "What the fuck is going on?"

"God he feels so good." Shaw glanced over to Matthew. "Call action again." His breathing started to pick up. "I'm going to paint his ass white."

"Seriously, what the hell is going on? Are we still filming?" Charles asked.

"Don't you dare turn that camera back on," Erik warned. He looked back over to Shaw, who was still fucking Charles—faster now. His nostrils flared.

"Erik, I think you just need to get off the set. Whatever is going on between Sebastian and you can wait until-"

"No it can't!" Erik yelled. He then, in one solid Spartan-like motion, kicked the camera over. It crashed to the ground, shattering.

The whole set was quiet now, Shaw finally stopped fucking Charles, and Matthew just stared open-mouthed at the destroyed camera before looking to Erik. "What the hell, Erik? Do you have any idea how much that camera costs?"

"Take it out of my paycheck," Erik said as he stalked over to Charles. "In fact, take it out of my last paycheck—I fucking quit!"

Shaw was just standing up, after withdrawing his filthy cock from the man who Erik loved, and grabbed his robe, wrapping it around his naked body. He sneered at Erik but the other pornstar, well, ex-pornstar, just brushed past him.

"Charles." He sunk down to his knees, running a hand through the man's damp hair. He had to fight the urge to smash his fist into the ground just knowing that Charles' hair was wet because of that…that bastard.

"Erik? Is that you?" Charles furrowed his brows. "What the devil is going on? What was that loud crashing sound I just heard?" He paused. "Why are you on my set?"

"I'm getting you out of here." Erik untied Charles' hands and then removed the blindfold.

Beautiful blue eyes blinked up at him. "Erik, what the…" he trailed off when he saw the knocked over camera. "Oh."

Erik helped him sit up, snapping his fingers at the nearest moron, and ordered a robe to be tossed over. Once Charles was covered, Erik pulled him to his feet.

Charles looked around; Shaw was arguing loudly with/at Matthew, who was still looking down at his camera like it was the greatest loss ever, and then back to Erik. "What have you done?" he asked sternly.

Erik just shook his head. "I can't let you do this, Charles. Trust me; this isn't the lifestyle you want to live. This has nothing to do with Shaw (that was a partial lie, but Charles didn't need to know that), or anybody else fucking you (another lie). I can't sit here and watch you destroy your life. You're young, just trust me, this isn't what you want." He sighed. "Take it from me; I'm thirty-five, single and lonely. No matter how many guys I fuck a day it doesn't matter because it's not real. It's not the same as being with someone you actually care about. And, up until now, I've never had anyone that I cared about."

There was a beat of silence.

"What are you saying?" Charles asked, holding his robe closer to his body.

Erik held his hand out for Charles. "I'm saying choose me over this." He nodded around the warehouse. "You don't want this." I don't want you to want this.

Charles took a step closer. "No, I asked: what are you trying to say?" He looked up at Erik with soul-crushing eyes.

"I-" Erik swallowed, looking down. "I care about you, Charles…" When he looked back up, Charles was smiling.

"You really mean that?"

Erik's face went dry. "I just quit my job of fifteen years, and destroyed a potentially five-thousand dollar camera. Yeah, I think I mean it."

The smile on Charles' face only grew wider. "You really just quit? For me?" Erik nodded. "But…but what about money? What will you do for an income?"

Erik just huffed. "Please, I've been doing this for fifteen years. I don't have a drug addiction, and most my money went into savings. I could've retired years ago. I just didn't have any reason to," he gave Charles a heart-filled look, "…until now."

Charles glanced at the hand that the older man was offering him; Erik could see the doubt was still in his eyes. "That and, I suppose, I could always go back and finish getting my mechanical engineering degree. I dropped out and started doing this." He shrugged. "It just seemed easier at the time." His voice lowered, as did his head. "I see now that may have been a mistake."

A hand tipped Erik's face back up. "I wouldn't necessarily say that." Charles smiled at him. "You met me, didn't you?"

Erik smiled back, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Yeah, but…I also can't help but feel partially responsible for you getting into this. You yourself said you only became a fluffer to get to me."

"Nonsense," Charles dismissed Erik quickly. "I made my own choices in life. None of this was your doing."

"Yeah, but-"

"But nothing," the younger man cut him off. "I made my decision, and I still stand by it." He ran his hand through Erik's hair. "Our paths may have crossed due to unusual circumstances, but they crossed nonetheless."

So they did.

Erik managed a weak smile, "So what about you? What will you do for income? You said earlier that you really needed the money."

Charles shrugged. "I'm still young. I can always go to college and get my teaching degree…like I should have." He muttered the last part and looked away.

Erik winced. "I feel like such an ass."

"None of that," Charles said softly, looking back at him. "I already told you I made my decision, and I stand by it." He glanced down to Erik's hand, a smile appearing over his face.

"Does this mean you'll finally go get coffee with me?" Erik held his hand out more…

And Charles took it. "Yes, Erik, I'll go get coffee with you now."

Both men, hand in hand, started walking away, Matthew still cursing in the background over the loss of his camera and Shaw bitching about major case of blue balls, and where's a damn fluffer when you need one, when Alex came wandering by with what appeared to be a plate of freshly baked brownies.

"Oh, those look delicious," Charles said as he started to reach for one, but Erik just pulled the brunet away.

"You don't want any of those," Erik told him, and then winked at Alex. He nodded his head over towards Shaw before returning his gaze to a confused Charles. "Trust me."

"Oh, okay." Charles watched as Alex and the plate of yummy looking brownies disappeared.

"Beside, "Erik said as he pulled Charles closer, "I had something better in mind for dessert."

A shiver ran through Charles' body and Erik had never felt more victorious in his life.

…

Charles emerged from the bathroom, hair still wet and towel around his waist. He looked nervous.

"Are you all right?" Erik asked, his voice honey-thick and dripping with arousal. He watched as Charles crossed the room timidly.

Now, what Erik really wanted to ask was: did you wash all the Shaw out of you? , but thought that would probably come off as…crass.

And a bit possessive, if not crazy.

Still looking a bit on the bashful side—and really, why was Charles so nervous?—the brunet just shrugged. "I'm fine." He looked away, holding the towel around his body more.

A smile broke out across Erik's face. "Charles, are you…nervous about sleeping with me?" He sat up more on the bed.

"I-" Charles bit his bottom lip into his mouth, then glanced back to the ex-pornstar he used to jack-off to in his early teens. "Maybe."

A bark of laughter came from Erik. "Charles, darling, we've had sex before, have we not?" He waggled his eyebrows. "And as I recall, more than one oral sex session."

Charles narrowed his eyes at the other man. He probably didn't appreciate being laughed at, if Erik had to guess what that scowl on his face had meant. "Yeah, but that was different. That was just meaningless sex."

The smile fell right off Erik's face. He looked straight in Charles' eyes. "It wasn't meaningless to me," he said softly.

Charles didn't hear him. "Look, it's just…I'm nervous, okay?" He looked away. "Last time, that…that was different. There was a script and plot-" Plot? What plot? "-and we knew what we were supposed to do." He sighed, glancing back to Erik. "I don't know what to do now," he said softly.

A small smile made its way back onto Erik's face. "You're still intimidated by me, aren't you?"

Charles huffed. "Well duh, you are Erik-mother-fucking, I-once-fucked-for-forty-minutes-straight-without-c hanging-positions-and-didn't-come, Horsecock, Lehnsherr."

Jesus, hearing all his nicknames like that…

"Charles," Erik said as he got up off the bed, making his way over to the shy brunet. He tipped Charles' face up by his chin. "Not anymore." He shook his head. "That's not me anymore. Now it's just plain Erik."

He'd prefer "Erik and Charles", but didn't want to assume anything quite yet.

"I'm still nervous." Charles blinked up at him.

"Well then, let's just take it slow, shall we?" Erik whispered as he tipped Charles' head up all the way until their lips met.

Charles closed his eyes and melted into the kiss, placing his hands on Erik's biceps. Erik pulled him closer, his hands on Charles' shoulders.

"I want this to be special," Erik said softly against Charles' mouth, after the kiss broke. "I don't want you to feel as if you're just another co-star of mine, because you're not. You're so much more than that to me."

Charles surged up and kissed him again.

"Take me to bed," he said after, looking at Erik like the man was his lifeline, his hands gripping the ex-pornstar's arms harder.

…

Erik kissed his way up Charles' body from hipbone to jaw, until they came face to face, where Erik slotted their lips together perfectly. Charles grabbed a hold of Erik's face and intensified the kiss, sending a surge of passion through both their bodies.

A gasp came from Charles when Erik ground down, pressing his erection into the brunet's soft skin. Their eyes met, Charles swallowed.

"I'm ready."

Erik growled, hooking one leg under the smaller man's and flipping them to where Charles was on top.

"Oh." The younger man looked down at Erik, his brown hair covering his face partially. Erik reached up and brushed it away.

"Want to see your face."

Charles blushed, ducking his head as he looked away.

"What did I just say?" Erik reached out again and brought Charles' face back.

"Sorry, I'm just-"

"Nervous?" Erik smiled. He ran his hand down Charles' face to his neck. "Don't be, I don't bite."

This got Charles to smile. "Are you sure about that?" He arched his eyebrow. "I saw Attack of the Shark's cock."

Erik laughed out loud. "That's not what the movie was called. It was Cock Island."

"Not in my head it wasn't," Charles said as his smile grew. "I saw the way you bit that guy, you really broke the skin, didn't you?"

"He asked for it," Erik muttered, then smiled softly at the brunet. "Come here. Let's stop talking about my past." He brought Charles down into another kiss.

"Hmm," Charles hummed against the older man's lips, placing his hands on Erik's chest. Pulling back, Charles looked wantonly down at him before reaching back and taking Erik's cock into his hand. Erik gasped. Charles lifted himself up, and slowly sank down onto the waiting cock below.

Both men moaned at the same time, eyes locked on each other's.

Both of Erik's hands quickly found the smaller man's hips. Charles took in a breath and then moved.

Erik held on for dear life as the brunet rode him, both of Charles' hands back on Erik's firm chest as his ass slapped down against sweaty skin.

And since when was Erik sweating? Jesus. What has this Charles Xavier, ex-fluffer turned pornstar for two days, done to him?

Charles leaned down and placed an open mouthed kiss to Erik's collarbone, sucking a bruise on it. Erik found his hips thrusting up, involuntarily (he swears), meeting Charles halfway. Charles cried out, threw his head back and rode Erik harder.

Jesus Christ, why weren't they filming this?

Oh, that's right; Erik quit the business. Carry on then.

He brought one hand up to cup Charles' face, tilting it so he could see piercing blue, come inducing eyes.

Sixth biggest mistake of his life.

Erik came, hard, groaning out Charles' name as he filled the younger man with his seed.

Charles didn't need much more motivation. Just seeing the look on Erik's face and hearing the desperate way Erik moaned his name was enough to bring Charles over the edge as well. White stripes painted Erik's chest—which was new; normally Erik was the one doing the paining—and Charles fell on top of him, panting.

After what felt like a long minute of breath catching, Charles pushed himself up just enough to look at Erik. "I have a confession to make."

Erik's heart started to thump rapidly in his chest. He swore to god…if Charles says he's really sixteen…

"I'm still not going to get coffee with you, ever."

Erik's face fell; he frowned. What an odd time to tell someone you're not going to date them. Erik still had his cock deep inside the boy's ass for fuck's sake!

"Wha-" Erik started, but Charles cut him off with a smile.

"I hate coffee," he told the older man. "I'm more of a tea drinker."

A smile broke out over Erik's face. He gave a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes. "I suppose I could live with that."

"Good," Charles whispered as he leaned back down, coming dangerously close to Erik's lips, "because I've had a crush on you for a very, very long time. I hate to lose you over a "tea vs. coffee" debate."

Erik sealed the distance, as well as the deal.

Charles was officially his.

END

A/N: Well there you go, a pwp that turned into a p with p, only there was still more p than p. Whatever. Comments are loved! Thanks again to my beta, Twilight684, who looked this over for me! You are the best!