By Your Side

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Next time Magneto woke up, it was already four o’clock in the afternoon. He was in the same position that he had fallen asleep in; on his side, pressed up against Victor’s body.
He felt much better now; surely he still had a dull headache, and a sour taste in his mouth, but he wasn’t feeling sick, and he could open his eyes without getting the feeling that they would fall out of their sockets. He stretched and yawned.
Victor was no longer asleep, but had been awake for over an hour, although he had taken care not to move, since he didn’t wish to disturb Erik’s sleep. Now he placed his hand on Magneto’s upper arm. “Awake? Finally. Then how are you feeling? Any better?”
Erik turned around before he replied, so that he could see Victor’s face. He smiled faintly. “Yes, better,” he said truthfully.
“I told you so.”
“I’ll never drink again,” Erik repeated with a determined expression.
“Still tired?”
Magneto frowned. “No, not tired. I just... feel a little... I actually don’t know.”
He rose into a half-sitting position and put his hand to his forehead.
“Still in pain?” Victor asked.
Magneto pouted with his lips. “Yes, a little. But it’ll pass, hopefully.”
Victor placed his arm around his shoulders and pulled him close, so that Erik was pressed against his right side. The old man leaned into the embrace with a sigh, and closed his eyes. Usually Sabretooth didn’t care much for proofs of affection or cuddling, but it was rather Erik who had had to persuade him to first of all show feelings during a sexual act.
But something about the old man worried him now, and he wanted to be extra kind and show him affection.
“Erik, are you alright?” he asked straight out.
“Better than before.”
“That’s not what I meant. I mean lately. You’ve become so... You almost never leave the lair, you’re just limping around down here, and then you have lost weight, and...
“Have I?” asked Magneto, although he didn’t sound very surprised.
“I can tell that. You have lost weight. I can feel your bones sticking out!”
Erik sighed. “Well, maybe a few pounds,” he admitted. “But...”
“And why did you get drunk last night? Care to tell me? It’s really not like you.”
Erik didn’t answer, but simply lay still in Victor’s arms. The reason why he chose not to say anything, was because he honestly didn’t know why he had drunk. It has just seemed like a good thing to do at the time. Now Erik didn’t even understand how he could have thought such a thing.
“Did we make love last night?” he asked Victor instead. “I can’t remember...”
“I fucked you, yeah,” Sabretooth replied. “Although I suspected you were too drunk to remember it.”
Erik sighed loudly. “Please, do not use that word,” he said. “I don’t like it. Why can’t you say we make love instead?”
Victor’s reply was a snort. “Make love?” he muttered. “I don’t “make love”. I fuck you. What’s wrong with that?”
“I’ll tell you what is wrong,” Erik said, raising his head. “’Fucking’, refers to when you simply use your partner to get physical pleasure. ‘Making love’ is when you care about your partner. Don’t you care about me?”
Victor knitted his brows. “Of course I care about you,” he said.
“Then tell me we make love.”
“Alright, we’re having sex, then,” said Sabretooth. “Can’t we make a compromise?”
“That sounds too clinical,” Magneto said, wrinkling his nose.
“Clinical? Oh, well, maybe...”
Victor thought, that it actually was a bit different fucking... - having sex - with Erik, than it was having it with other partners who he met out there. He usually didn’t have sex with old men - if he chose a man, he made sure having someone who was young and fresh.
He was a lot more gentle with Erik then he used to be with other partners, partly because the old man’s body was aged and physically feeble, and couldn’t tolerate rough treatment, but alscauscause Victor cared about him.
Magneto still looked good, despite that he had been around for almost 70 years, and Victor suddenly wondered why he hadn’t shown any interest in him sooner already. They had only slept together for two years, and then Erik had been the one who took the initiative.
He must have been fancying me for a longer period of time, Victor thought. Why didn’t I notice it? Then I could have tasted him already when he was a little younger!
Sabretooth had been following Magneto for about 25 years, but already when they first met, Erik had been middle-aged. Victor had never seen him as young. Not even on pictures.
He studied the other man inquiringly, and tried to imagine what he had looked like when he was young, when his skin had been smooth, his face without lines, and when his grey hair-crown instead had been a dark hair-crown...
“What are you looking at?” Erik suddenly asked and broke off Victor’s thoughts.
“You,” he replied. “I’d like to know what you looked like when you were young.”
Erik’s brows went up in surprise. “Me? As y? Wh? Why?”
Victor shrugged. “I just wanna know. I bet you were al hol hottie!”
Erik laughed. “Well... I have some old photo albums in the drawers over there. Would you like to have a look at them?”
“You have? Sure! Go get them at once!”
“Alright. Wait here.”
Magneto slid out of Victor’s arms and jumped out of bed to go and get the photo albums. He quickly ran toward the buffet, and shivered when the chilly air in the room came in contact with his naked body.
Victor watched him from the bed with an amused expression. From behind Erik almost looked like a grey ghost. Pale, thin and almost a little ethereal.
Magneto picked up two large, black photo albums from a drawer, and then hurried back to bed with them. He shivered again when he crawled back down beside Victor and snuggled in to his big, warm body, with the photo albums on his lap.
Victor put his arm around his shoulders.
“Now let’s see...” Erik said and opened one album. Both albums contained photos from his youth, from when he arrived in the United States as a 16-year-old, and met Charles Xavier, and from their entire, long time together.
Erik couldn’t help thinking of how much he really missed Charles when he was looking at all these old pictures. His friend, life companion, protector and lover.
Victor regarded the photos with an intense look. Most of them represented a young man, who he clearly recognized as a young Erik Lehnsherr, together with another man his age, who had to be Charles Xavier. Xavier was bald already then, although he was not even 20 years old.
The photos were mostly back and white, and the two young men looked very happy and untroubled on them. They smiled, laughed, embraced each other, and even kissed in some pictures.
Erik’s hair was so dark it almost looked black, and was in sharp contrast to his fair skin and pale blue eyes. He looked much like Erik did now, basically, but... younger. And Victor had been right - he had really been a hottie. Tall, slender, distinguished cheekbones, luscious mouth...
Looking at the pictures started to make Victor aroused, and a familiar and burning sensation started forming in his groin. When he closed his eyes, he could see a young Erik before him, and if he only had had access to him, Victor would have thrown over him and fucked him into oblivion.
But no young Erik was available. But in his arms was still the same person, 50 years older, and no longer young, yet still desirable enough.
Erik noticed Sabretooth’s growing excitement and asked,
“Do you like the way I looked then?”
Victor grinned. “You really *were* a hottie! I feel like simply...” He clenched his teeth and a feral growl searched its way through his gullet. Erik knew more than well what he was referring to.
“I can see why Xavier had the hots for you,” Victor said.
Erik sighed. “It wasn’t just physical attraction, there was much more too... We *loved* each other, Victor. We were twin souls.”
“But I bet he liked fucking you too, didn’t he?”
“Frankly, *I* mostly took him, especially after the accident. He wasn’t exactly the dominant type, unlike you.”
“Hmmm... Then why did you break up, if everything was so perfect?” Victor asked.
Erik gave him a long look from his eyes. “Our of vof values were too different,” he said. “Charles was simply... weak. I felt I had to start acting on my own, in case I wanted something done, and help my people, so... I left him. It was perhaps the hardest choice I have ever made, but I did.”
“Do you regret it?” Victor asked.
Erik didn’t answer right away. “Sometimes,” he said slowly. “I truly wonder what things had been like if we had stayed together. But... then I would have missed so much, like you, for example. You, Raven, and Toad. And Charles would never have gotten his students. *I* never supported his idea about creating a school for mutants only. So he had to do it without me.”
Erik went quiet and suddenly put the albums away. He turned to Victor and wrapped his arms around his neck, and looked him gravely in the eyes. Victor’s eyes were so dark it was hardly possible separating his pupils from his irises.
He looked good for a man, despite having fangs, cat’s eyes and enormous eyebrows. Erik leaned forward and gently placed a kiss on his lips.
In the beginning Victor had detested kisses, but nowadays he had somewhat gotten used to them. His grip of Magneto tightened and he pressed the smaller body against his own, and made Magneto sit on his rock-hard erection, rubbing it against his buttocks.
Erik gasped when he felt his lover’s huge, engorged member sliding in between his cheeks and nudging his opening. There was no doubt what Victor wanted, and Erik wanted the same. He had surely been fucked as late as yesterday night, be he couldn’t recall any of it.
“Please...” he breathed in Victor’s ear, hidden beneath his thick mane of hair. “Make love to me now, when I can remember it.”
Sabretooth buried his huge hands in Erik’s hair, pulled his fingers through it, and then closed them around his head. “Do you want that?”
Erik nodded.
“You’re not sore after yesterday?”
“No, I don’t feel a thing.”
“Alright. Very well. I’ll be happy to.”
Victor picked up the gallipot containing body lotion from the bedside table, and took some of the cream onto the fingers of his right hand, which he then brought to Erik’s cleft, anartearted to lubricate his anus.
Magneto inhaled deeply as he leaned forward even more to give Victor better access. He was straddling Victor’s lap, facing him, able to look into his eyes.
This was Erik’s favourite position. He started rubbing his lean, hairless torso against Victor’s massive and furred one, to create further stimulation. Their nipples were rubbed together, and Magneto’s erection was rubbed against Victor’s belly.
Sabretooth barely took his time putting lotion onto his own erection before he was ready to start. “Alright...” he snarled and seized Erik, not gently, but not brutally either, of course, lifted him up, and then impaled him on his cock.
Erik gave out a squeaky little cry when the big, hard shaft bored itself into his body, nearly all at once (well, rather it was half of it; about 5 inches) and the pain shot in waves through his lower body.
He had expected to sit on it on his own, in a rate which suited him, but it seemed like Victor was more eager than he’d believed.
Erik grimaced and his face crumpled with pain before his body adjusted to the feeling of getting penetrated. A suppressed whimper escaped from his throat, and his hands, which he’d buried in Victor’s hair, balled into fists.
Victor heard Erik moan and immediately loosened his grip.
“Did I hurt you?” he whispered. “Do you want to stop?”
Victor definitely didn’t want that. He wanted, more than anything right now, to stay in the tight, gripping heat, but he also realized that the old man needed time to adjust.
Erik took some deep breaths and waited for the pain to cease. Gradually he relaxed, and so did his sphincter. Victor noticed the change, although Erik didn’t say anything, and slowtarttarted lifting him up and down his hard-on.
He was careful at first. Erik deserved that. Victor now realized he had hurt him, and wanted to make it up to him, since Erik’s pleasure was important to him.
Magneto liked this position very much, and his pleasure had just begun, when Victor suddenly lifted him off of his erection, and instead placed him on his side, and himself behind him, so they were lying in the spoon-position. Sabretooth wrapped his heavy, muscular arm around Erik’s ribcage to keep him in place.
“Pull your leg up,” he said in Erik’s ear. “I’ll be taking you like this.”
Erik was hesitant. “Victor, why? We’ve never...”
“Oh, yes, last night. But you don’t remember that, do you? I was still in you when you woke up. Remember *that*?”
Oh, yes. Erik did remember. Victor must have thought it felt very good, since he had chosen not to pull out afterwards. Erik was not as sure. He disliked sexual positions where he couldn’t see his partner, and he could not see Victor now. Maybe if he turned his head...
Victor noticed his hesitation, and to soothe him, he started caressing his inner thigh, then his genitals. Erik’s opening was still stretched, but it wouldn’t last for long. If he weren’t penetrated again shortly, a new intrusion would cause him pain. “Come on, now,” Victor appealed. “You’ll like it. I promise!”
Erik drew his leg up at last, giving his lover access, since he after all wanted to continue the act, and Victor slid inside him completely without difficulties this time. He started thrusting quickly and rhythmically.
All Magneto needed to do, was to lie still and hold his upper leg against his chest, and act as the receiving part - and he loved it. Sex with Victor Creed was possibly the best sex he had ever had.
Surely he had loved Charles, and their sex life had worked well, in spite of Charles’ physical handicap, men when he’d been with Charles, he had always been the dominant one, the one who took care of things. And no matter how dominant Erik was otherwise in life, it did not suit him in bed.
Victor was perfect. It was just a pity that Erik hadn’t “discovered” him earlier, so they could have started this long ago. Two years was a short time, and Erik wasn’t sure how much time he had left.
They lay still for a while after Sabretooth came, and Erik enjoyed being so close to his lover, and he loved the feeling of being appreciated. Victor was still in him, and although his member had flagged, it was a good feeling just being filled with something. Victor’s cock was not exactly small in spite being flaccid.
Magneto was so quiet Victor thought he had fallen asleep again, but when he gently started pulling out of him, Erik woke up and turned around to look at him.
“Please, don’t leave,” he pleaded and reached out his hand for Victor.
“I’m sorry, but I have to go eat now,” Sabretooth replied and sat up, though he didn’t leave the bed yet.
“Yes, I understand you do,” said Erik. “But stay just for a little while more, please? There is something I would really like to talk to you about.”
Something in Magneto’s tone caught Victor’s attention. He had a feeling this was important.
“Come here, please,” Erik asked, meaning that he wanted close bodily contact. The large mutant did as he was asked, and allowed the smaller, elder man to snuggle in against him. He hoped that whatever Erik had to say wouldn’t take too long. He had not eaten since yesterday even and and really started to get hungry.
“Well, Victor,” Erik began, and started to curl a wisp of Victor’s long hair between his fingers. “I have thought a lot about lately... about us, and what we do...”
“Hmm?” grunted Sabretooth.
Doesn’t he want to fuck anymore? he thought. I really hope he does. I really enjoy taking him.
“Well,” Magneto proceeded slowly, “I really like you very much, and I don’t feel that our relationship is purely sexual any longer. What do you think? Could we not become monogamous? Just the two of us. Would you like that?”
At first Victor had trouble believing he had gotten it right. ‘Just the two of us’? Had Erik actually said that? ‘Monogamous?’
Victor didn’t now whether to freak out or burst out laughing. Thas ths the absolutely most stupid thing he had heard during all his time with Erik. Become monogamous? Had the old man lost his mind?
He jumped off the bed so roughly that the entire piece of furniture canted, and broke the phal cal contact with Magneto as hastily. In frenzy he started looking for his scattered clothes on the floor. He ogled Erik while he dressed himself.
“What the hell are you saying?” he said scornfully. “Did you really mean that? You’re out of your mind!”
Erik stared back at him with perplexity, dismay and grief in his eyes. Victor’s response had shocked him severely.
Victor shook his head as he buttoned his pants and pulled on his sweater. Erik’s words still reverberated inside his head.
//Could we become monogamous? Just the two of us?//
When Sabretooth was fully dressed, he headed for the door with giant steps. Magneto didn’t try stopping him. He simply sat there, in his bed, now with an absent expression on his face, as if he was no longer present at all.
Sabretooth looked at him one last time before he left the room.
“You’re sick, old man!” he snorted, and then pulled the heavy steel door open and quickly withdrew from the place without looking back over his shoulder.
“I know...” Erik said into thin air when Victor had left. “I know...”
Naked and exhausted he sank back into his pillows, and tried not to think of anything that had happened during the day.