By Your Side

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Erik wasn’t sure what woke him up; the awful, pounding headache, or the feeling of nausea being so strong it almost made him throw up before he had even woken up.
He had a hard time opening his eyes, since his eyelids felt leaden heavy, and his eyes ached so much he was sure they would pop out of their sockets.
It took him a while to understand where he was, but he immediately felt he lay pressed up against a big, warm and hairy body, and that he was lying in a bed. In his own bed. And it had to be Victor who lay spooned behind him.
When Erik tried to turn around, he discovered he had something stuck inside his rectum. It wasn’t really hurting, but it started to feel uncomfortable, and his sphincter was working hard to force the intruder out.
When Erik tried to turn his head to look at his bedmate, it felt like a bolt of lightning had struck him, and he sank down, moaning, into his pillow. Disoriented, he put his hand to his mouth not to vomit on the spot.
His moans and feeble attempts of writhing had woken up Victor. The large mutant snuffled and yawned large and loudly, completely exposing his long sharp fangs.
Erik whimpered again and tried to press his face into the pillow. The light coming from outside made his eyes hurt hellishly. Therefore he wanted darkness.
His stomach was turning inside out, and would revolt anytime now, and rid itself of the huge amount of liquor which he drank last night.
He recalled it now, but he almost didn’t recall anything that had happened after he took out the bottle.
He had made love to Victor, obviously, since they had ended up here... And of course the thing in his rectum was Victor’s member. It had been there all night. He had fallen asleep with Victor inside of him.
Oh, Jesus! How much did I really drink? he thought.
“Erik,” said suddenly Victor’s voice in his ear. “Good morning. So you’re awake now?”
Magneto couldn’t induce himself to answer, but simply had to try fighting back the nausea oozing from his stomach. He tried to sit up by lifting himself with his other hand, so that he at least wouldn’t vomit in the bed when the time came. And it would come soon.
Victor certainly noticed his condition, and it was like he’d suspected, if not worse. Erik was as white as a sheet, and a thin layer of cold sweat covered his body, and his body language also spoke very clearly.
He would throw up any second.
Gently Victor placed his hand on Erik’s shoulder. “Wanna go to the toilet?” he asked.
Magneto managed to nod.
“Shall I help you?” Victor continued.
Magneto nodded again. He already knew he could hardly get to the toilet by himself. Perhaps he could have managed to crawl, but the best thing would be if Victor helped him, of course.
The large man jumped out of bed in a high speed, and made the bed springs creak under his weight. He rounded the bed and bent down to Erik’s level, scooping him into his arms without a forewarning.
Erik’s head spun, but Victor was fast and hurried with him into the adjacent bathroom, and actually managed to put him down on the floor and pull up the toilet lid, before Magneto’s stomach had finally had enough and ridded itself of the liquor, the food and everything else he had eaten the evening before.
Sabretooth kneeled beside him while he threw up into the toilet and stroked his back soothingly. Finally, when he was finished, Erik rested his head heavily against the toilet seat, grimacing at the sour taste, which the vomit had left in his mouth.
He coughed a little and took some deep breaths. When Erik woke up, he had been warm, but now, when he lay here, on the cold marble floor, naked except for a flimsy, unbuttoned cotton shirt, he soon started freezing.
Victor was naked too. Erik leaned heavily against his big, safe frame, and wrapped his arms around his broad chest. Sabretooth cupped his head in his hand.
“Feeling better?” he asked gravely.
He didn’t get any answer, but he felt Erik nod against his chest.
“Hang on, I’ll make you an aspirin,” Victor said and freed himself from Erik before he stood up. He opened the medicine cabinet and took out a tablet, which he then placed in a plastic mug, together with some water. He waited for it to dissolve before he handed it to Erik.
The old man reached out a waiting hand without lifting his head, and drank the aspirin in a few gulps. His stomach was empty now, and his throat was hurting, and although the tablet didn’t taste nice, at least it appeased the smarting pain a little.
After having finished drinking, Erik rested his head against the toilet lid for another while. The attack of vomiting had surely appeased the nausea, but the terrible headache was still there. Hopefully the aspirin would start helping soon.
Victor stayed patiently and regarded him for some time. When Erik made no signs of getting up, he said, “Wanna go back now?”
Erik sighed. “Yes, please... Just help me up...” he croaked.
Victor bent down and grabbed Erik under his arms and pulled him to his feet. Erik could stand up now, if he was given support, but he was still unsteady and had to lean against Victor.
Although Magneto regarded himself as quite tall, he barely reached Sabretooth’s shoulder. “Can you walk?” Victor asked, concerned.
“Yeah... but I’d need to...” Erik murmured and nodded at the toilet. “Pee...”
Victor nodded, reached down his hand, and grabbed Erik’s soft little member and held it above the toilet. “Go ahead,” he said.
When Magneto was finished, they started walking toward the door, very slowly, since Erik risked falling over his own feet. When they had gotten out of the bathroom, Victor gathered him into his arms again, and carried him the rest of the distance back to the bed.
Erik was wondering why he really was wearing this shirt. He never slept clothed. Had he been too drunk to undress himself, and Victor too eager to undress him completely?
Whatever, he had to lose the shirt now. Sleeping with it on, would only be confining.
When Sabretooth gently lowered him onto the bed, Erik started to struggle out of the shirt. It wasn’t so easy, considering his limbs still didn’t obey him properly, but he still succeeded at last, crumpled the garment up into a ball, and threw it onto the floor.
Groaning, he leaned back into his pillows and pulled the covers over himself. Victor crawled back down behind him, pressing Erik’s back against his own stomach. Victor’s hairy skin tickled Magneto’s back, but the sensation was pleasant, and Erik writhed to create further stimulation.
He felt the other man’s flaccid member against the cleft between his cheeks. Victor’s arm closed around his waist, and his breath caressed his neck.
Erik murmured something incoherent, and tried to tuck his head under the covers, not to have to expose his sore eyes to any light, but breathing got hard after a while, so he had to stick his head up again. He moaned feebly and miserably.
Victor seemed to understand his pain, and said, “It’ll be better when you wake up next time. I promise. The worst’ll be over soon. Try to sleep now. I’m not going anywhere.”
“I will *never* drink again...” Magneto claimed resolutely. “Never.”
“I think that’s a good idea,” Victor agreed.
“If I survive this...”
“I think you will. Trust me. It’ll pass.”
“Hmmm....”
“Go to sleep, Mags.”
“Hmmmmm...”