XMFC/After School Special

[diecastking]

The first day of school is chaos.

Breakfast is a riot but Alex somehow gets the teeming hoards toast and cereal before class. Erik has a free first period, so he runs around the grounds and showers before his first lesson of the day: Seventh Grade (or First Form, as Charles insists on calling it).

The eleven-year-olds are somewhat in awe of him as he draws a map of Europe on the blackboard and starts laying out the alliances preceding World War I. Charles has given him free rein to choose his curriculum and he has a penchant for modern history. There won't be much Mayflower in his teachings.

After a strong cup of coffee, Erik teaches the Eleventh Grade about the economics behind the Wall Street Crash. He doesn't have a chance to catch Charles at lunch before he meets with his House. These are the students that he's supposed to see for two hours per week and coach through their powers. He'd already decided that he would have the field behind the orchard for this purpose.

The House of Silver (he would not listen when Alex said that silver wasn't a real colour) is comprised of students from all years with differing abilities. After learning their names and what they believed of their power, Erik goes through some basic exercises with them, sounding out how much control they have and how at ease they are with their abilities.

"Mr Lensherr," one of the children - a boy called Tommy - asks nervously, "what can you do?"

Which leads to Erik twirling the satellite dish like a ballerina and several rounds of applause. Embarrassing. Also, exhausting. He's getting too old for this.

He doesn't see Charles at dinner either but he finally flees to the quiet of the drawing room, just resting his eyes for a second.

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[diecastking]

Erik wastes no time in crawling all over him.

"Perhaps you should read me your thesis?" Erik says innocently. "Send me straight to sleep."

[guideshapelead]

"Do you remember that conversation we just had?" Charles raises his eyebrows.

"The one where I told you you had to be nice to me?"

[diecastking]

Erik sends an image into Charles' mind, one of his lover sitting at his desk, reading.

And exactly how Erik feels when he sees it. //Change your mind?//

[guideshapelead]

//I think you should kiss me now// Charles decides, opening up his arms for Erik to fall into.

[diecastking]

Erik happily obliges, kissing Charles thoroughly and deeply. He knows he will never tire of this.

//To Homo neanderthalensis, his mutant cousin Homo sapien was an aberration. Peaceful cohabitation, if ever it existed, was short-lived//

[guideshapelead]

There's silence between them for a second, before Charles pulls back to look quizzically up at his lover. He's sure he's not read any of his thesis to the other man before.

"Have you been reading my thesis?"

[diecastking]

Erik nuzzles Charles' neck.

"I thought I should prepare for the immediate extinction of my less evolved kin."

[guideshapelead]

"I think we're a long way from that, yet," Charles shakes his head, still surprised to find Erik's been reading his own work. His only real critic outside his university tutors and peers had been his sister, and she had used his papers as a sleep aid.

[diecastking]

Erik rolls his eyes.

"I wanted to impress you," he admits quietly.

[guideshapelead]

"Did you make it to the end?" Charles asks, honestly surprised. He's not sure even he could make it to the end without wanting to shoot himself. Then again, he'd spent so long on that bloody thesis, he never really wanted to look at it ever again.

[diecastking]

"You made some sentimental wish for peaceful cohabitation and harmony," Erik says dismissively. "And it was going so well, liebe."

[guideshapelead]

"Let's not get into a moral debate now," Charles decides, sure that there was kissing going on in the not too distant past.

"Not when you have me in such a compromising position..."

[diecastking]

"I'm sure I could make you say anything I want right now," Erik declares, happy to be distracted from the argument for greater mutant dominance.

He runs his hand over Charles chest. "Such as how telepaths are no match for men of action."

[guideshapelead]

"Really?" Charles grabs for Erik's hands, pinning them against his chest.

"And who's to say I can't be both?"

[diecastking]

Erik smiles, as the bed frame unravels to curl gently around Charles' wrists, tugging his hands away from Erik's.

"You were saying, Charles?"

[guideshapelead]

Charles scowls, not impressed. "That's not fair."

He could make Erik do anything he wanted, if he so chose, but they'd been down that road before. And almost broken up over it. He's not going to be trying that again in a hurry.

[diecastking]

Erik presses Charles into the bed, not letting go with his metal restraints just yet. But the slightest flicker of discomfort from Charles and he would let go - he doesn't want to push his lover too far when this is new to him.

//I never promised to play fair//

[guideshapelead]

Charles presses his wrists against his restraints, testing their strength and quickly discovering he's going nowhere without Erik's express permission. It's a strange thought, but not altogether unwelcome.

//Caught me// he grins.

[diecastking]

Erik grins and starts placing kisses on Charles' neck, opening up his shirt.

He pauses for a second, regarding Charles seriously.

//You need a safe word, liebe. For when you want me to stop//

[guideshapelead]

//I can make you stop, if I have to// Charles points out. He wouldn't be happy doing it, but he could, if the need arose.

[diecastking]

Erik carefully unravels the metal, but leaves it on hand.

//Yet I can already sense your discomfort at the idea of stopping me. Choose a word, Charles//

[guideshapelead]

//Can't I just say 'stop'?// Charles' innocence shines through in that question, not seeing why any other word would be necessary.

[diecastking]

Erik grins. Sometimes he loves how much he has left to teach Charles about the world inside their bedroom - and perhaps more out of it.

//Because, liebe, you may wish to say "stop" when you don't really want me to stop. Pick something you would never think spontaneously//

[guideshapelead]

Charles can't imagine why he'd ever say stop without meaning it, but he plays a long, shaking his head and sighing with exasperation.

"Oxford," he settles on, saying it out loud for clarity's sake.

[diecastking]

Erik considers, before nodding his head in agreement.

"And mine is "sauerkraut"," he says, with a gentle smile.

But then the metal is sliding over Charles' wrists once more.

//Where were we?//