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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[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?//

[guideshapelead]

Charles is even more baffled as to why Erik would want a safe word, when he's the one in charge of this whole situation. Still, he nods, letting the metal restrain his wrists once again.

//I was feeling insulted by your description of me as something other than a man of action//

[diecastking]

Erik opens his shirt and licks a line down Charles' chest.

//And I was proving I could make you do anything I want//

[guideshapelead]

//Fine// Charles would shrug, if his arms weren't held so tightly to the bed.

//Prove it//

[diecastking]

Erik takes one of Charles' nipples between his teeth.

//Tell me I'm a man of action//

[guideshapelead]

//I never denied it// Charles answers, whilst gasping out loud. It's difficult to move much, with his wrists clamped down, but he manages to press his chest a little up against Erik's mouth.

[diecastking]

Erik moves, resting his full weight across Charles' chest and swiping his tongue over his earlobe.

"I want to hear you say it."

[guideshapelead]

Rolling his eyes, Charles sighs before opening his mouth.

"Erik Lehnsherr, you are, quite undoubtedly, a man of action."

[diecastking]

Erik offers his sternest frown at that - and sucks a dark bruise up on Charles' sensitive neck.

//I don't believe you're sincere, Professor. What were you saying?//

[guideshapelead]

Letting out a soft whimper as Erik teases a bruise to his skin, Charles tries to move his arms, wanting to hold his lover to him. His moans soon turn to frustrated growls as he realises he cannot do that.

"I said, you're a man of action," he repeats.

[diecastking]

Erik likes the way Charles sounds, likes how he tries to resist the metal caging him.

Erik mouths hot kisses down his lover's torso, hands skating over Charles' ribs as his power works on the fastenings of his trousers.

//And are soft, academic telepaths any match for men of action, liebe?//

[guideshapelead]

"You're a... damned tease," Charles feels the need to inform Erik, unable to touch whilst his lover peppers his body in kisses. So distracted, it takes him a moment to realise he's being asked a question inside his mind.

//Y-Yes. I think so.//

[diecastking]

Erik laughs aloud at Charles. "That is rather the point, liebe."

He draws Charles' cock out of his trousers and strokes.

//And I still don't believe you//

[guideshapelead]

//Believe what you want// Charles manages, before his mind goes blank at the feel of Erik's fingers around his cock.

[diecastking]

Erik toys with Charles for a moment, still pressing hungry kisses to his chest.

//I don't think that's the appropriate address for someone with such power over you, liebe//

[guideshapelead]

//What do you want me to say?// Charles is lost, confused by Erik's intention and lust-addled by the way he's being treated.

[diecastking]

Erik hauls down Charles' trousers with his power and places a searing kiss to his lips.

//Say you're mine//

[guideshapelead]

Charles is struggling to concentrate on both conversation and the kisses he's getting, and it takes a while for him to come up with any kind of response.

//Of course I'm yours//

[diecastking]

Erik unleashes his power on their bed, bringing up tendrils of metal to part Charles' legs and position him, splayed before him.

He reaches for the lube from their bedside table.

//Tell me I own you//

[guideshapelead]

//I... what?//

Charles looks more confused than concerned.