Unexpected Love
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X-Men: (All Movies) › Slash - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
4
Views:
2,616
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own any of the X-Men movies, or any of the characters from them. I make no money from from the writing of this story.
chapter 2
Chapter 2
When they woke up after a night of peaceful, dreamless sleep Erik felt grief in his heart. He would have to leave Charles now, and go back to his own miserablee one on the street and a lot of men that saw him as nothing more than a piece of meat. Charles didn’t do that. He saw Erik as an individual; someone who actually had needs and feelings, like every “normal” person.
They got up, and Charles actually planted a kiss on his cheek. Erik was about to get dressed, but Charles led him into the bathroom instead.
“You are not leaving without a hot shower,” he said. “Come on, get it, I will join you.”
Of course Erik couldn’t say no to that, as he hadn’t properly washed himself for several days. Charles joined him in the shower, and cleaned his thin body in a tender and sensual yet surprisingly asexual way. Erik was reminded of the time before the war, when he was a little boy and his mother or father used to bathe him.
Charles took great joy in shampooing Erik’s hair, since he loved the feeling of it in his hands.
When they were bothisheished showering Erik saw no choice but to put on his old clothes again. He’d been wearing them for he wasn’t sure how long, but he didn’t have anything else with him. He objected when Charles went to his closet to give him a warmer sweater of his own, but the other man was adamant and told him he couldn’t go around freezing in his own flimsy clothes.
The sweater Charles gave him was green and made of soft wool. Charles knew that it undoubtedly would be too big for him, but it was warm nonetheless and Erik needed it.
Charles also insisted they’d have breakfast together before they parted. Moved by his kindness, Erik accepted the offer without hesitation. He was hungry, and there was no other place where he could get breakfast for free.
Charles wasn’t a skilled cook, but he knew how to make a simple – but good – breakfast. He made Erik an omelette, a sandwich and a bowl of cereals with milk, plus a glass of orange juice to drink.
While eating, Erik dreaded the approaching moment. He would have to part from Charles now and go back to his own miserable and dirty little room downtown. He suspected Charles was the one and only man to actually treat him like a person, not just an object. It was ridiculous, and he knew it, but he didn’t want to leave Charles. He wanted to stay with this man forever.
Charles knew what Erik was thinking. He didn’t mean to pry, but Erik’s thoughts were practically written on his face. He just enjoyed watching Erik for a while; his sharp but distinguished features, high cheek-bones, pointy nose and curved mouth. He would have looked even better if not his cheeks would have been so hollowed, but that was nothing some steady meals of nutritious food couldn’t cure.
Charles silently wondered one thing. Am I falling in love with him? he asked himself. With a prostitute? A whore? Charles didn’t like calling Erik a whore, but that’s what he was. It was sad, but true.
After having finished his breakfast, Erik just sat there for a long while, trying to find excuses to stay. He knew it was useless, because Charles wouldn’t let him stay no matter what he did. He had better just get it over with.
“Maybe I should go…” he murmured, staring down at his empty plate.
“Are you sure?” Charles asked.
Erik nodded. He really didn’t expect Charles to pay him, and was therefore surprised when the other man took out his wallet, giving him the 50 dollars that were one night’s cost, plus 200 dollars extra.
“Charles, what is…”
“I want you to have it, Erik,” Charles interrupted. “You mustn’t have sex before you’ve healed up, and that should be enough for at least a week. “Do you… have a place to stay?”
“Yes, I am renting a room downtown…” Erik whispered.
“Is it expensive?” Charles asked.
Erik nodded. His so-called “landlord” was not exactly a generous guy, and the room he rented wasn’t mucht stt still Erik preferred sleeping there than in some staircase or out on the street. It wasn’th, bh, but at least it was something.
In reply Charles pressed another 50 dollars into Erik’s hand. Erik opened his mouth to object, but Charles silenced him. “I have plenty of that,” he said. “Don’t worry. Do you want me to drive you home?”
“Would you do that?”
“Yes. Of course. Come, dear.”
While sitting in the car, neither spoke much. bot both knew this was probably the last time they’d see each other, and that wasn’t a pleasant thought. When Charles finally pulled over in front of the house where Erik had his room, he seized Erik’s arm.
“Remember what I told you,” he said gravely. “Don’t let anyone near you before you have healed. And don’t let them treat you like that. You have to put up limits. Say no. Erik? Are you listening to me?”
“Yes,” Erik said in a low voice. “I promise.” Those were empty words, of course. Who was he to put limits and say no to someone who wanted a rough fuck? Heust ust end up getting beaten and thrown out on the street. But he still promised Charles. He couldn’t deny this man anything.
“Goodbye, Charles.”
“Goodbye, Erik.”
They embraced lightly before Erik got out of the car and watched Charles drive out of his life for good – or at least a while.
When they woke up after a night of peaceful, dreamless sleep Erik felt grief in his heart. He would have to leave Charles now, and go back to his own miserablee one on the street and a lot of men that saw him as nothing more than a piece of meat. Charles didn’t do that. He saw Erik as an individual; someone who actually had needs and feelings, like every “normal” person.
They got up, and Charles actually planted a kiss on his cheek. Erik was about to get dressed, but Charles led him into the bathroom instead.
“You are not leaving without a hot shower,” he said. “Come on, get it, I will join you.”
Of course Erik couldn’t say no to that, as he hadn’t properly washed himself for several days. Charles joined him in the shower, and cleaned his thin body in a tender and sensual yet surprisingly asexual way. Erik was reminded of the time before the war, when he was a little boy and his mother or father used to bathe him.
Charles took great joy in shampooing Erik’s hair, since he loved the feeling of it in his hands.
When they were bothisheished showering Erik saw no choice but to put on his old clothes again. He’d been wearing them for he wasn’t sure how long, but he didn’t have anything else with him. He objected when Charles went to his closet to give him a warmer sweater of his own, but the other man was adamant and told him he couldn’t go around freezing in his own flimsy clothes.
The sweater Charles gave him was green and made of soft wool. Charles knew that it undoubtedly would be too big for him, but it was warm nonetheless and Erik needed it.
Charles also insisted they’d have breakfast together before they parted. Moved by his kindness, Erik accepted the offer without hesitation. He was hungry, and there was no other place where he could get breakfast for free.
Charles wasn’t a skilled cook, but he knew how to make a simple – but good – breakfast. He made Erik an omelette, a sandwich and a bowl of cereals with milk, plus a glass of orange juice to drink.
While eating, Erik dreaded the approaching moment. He would have to part from Charles now and go back to his own miserable and dirty little room downtown. He suspected Charles was the one and only man to actually treat him like a person, not just an object. It was ridiculous, and he knew it, but he didn’t want to leave Charles. He wanted to stay with this man forever.
Charles knew what Erik was thinking. He didn’t mean to pry, but Erik’s thoughts were practically written on his face. He just enjoyed watching Erik for a while; his sharp but distinguished features, high cheek-bones, pointy nose and curved mouth. He would have looked even better if not his cheeks would have been so hollowed, but that was nothing some steady meals of nutritious food couldn’t cure.
Charles silently wondered one thing. Am I falling in love with him? he asked himself. With a prostitute? A whore? Charles didn’t like calling Erik a whore, but that’s what he was. It was sad, but true.
After having finished his breakfast, Erik just sat there for a long while, trying to find excuses to stay. He knew it was useless, because Charles wouldn’t let him stay no matter what he did. He had better just get it over with.
“Maybe I should go…” he murmured, staring down at his empty plate.
“Are you sure?” Charles asked.
Erik nodded. He really didn’t expect Charles to pay him, and was therefore surprised when the other man took out his wallet, giving him the 50 dollars that were one night’s cost, plus 200 dollars extra.
“Charles, what is…”
“I want you to have it, Erik,” Charles interrupted. “You mustn’t have sex before you’ve healed up, and that should be enough for at least a week. “Do you… have a place to stay?”
“Yes, I am renting a room downtown…” Erik whispered.
“Is it expensive?” Charles asked.
Erik nodded. His so-called “landlord” was not exactly a generous guy, and the room he rented wasn’t mucht stt still Erik preferred sleeping there than in some staircase or out on the street. It wasn’th, bh, but at least it was something.
In reply Charles pressed another 50 dollars into Erik’s hand. Erik opened his mouth to object, but Charles silenced him. “I have plenty of that,” he said. “Don’t worry. Do you want me to drive you home?”
“Would you do that?”
“Yes. Of course. Come, dear.”
While sitting in the car, neither spoke much. bot both knew this was probably the last time they’d see each other, and that wasn’t a pleasant thought. When Charles finally pulled over in front of the house where Erik had his room, he seized Erik’s arm.
“Remember what I told you,” he said gravely. “Don’t let anyone near you before you have healed. And don’t let them treat you like that. You have to put up limits. Say no. Erik? Are you listening to me?”
“Yes,” Erik said in a low voice. “I promise.” Those were empty words, of course. Who was he to put limits and say no to someone who wanted a rough fuck? Heust ust end up getting beaten and thrown out on the street. But he still promised Charles. He couldn’t deny this man anything.
“Goodbye, Charles.”
“Goodbye, Erik.”
They embraced lightly before Erik got out of the car and watched Charles drive out of his life for good – or at least a while.