Unexpected Love

Title: Unexpected Love

Rating: A hard NC-17 for violence and non-con sex (i.e. rape).

Pairing: Charles/Erik and Erik/Others. (In this story Erik is a rent-boy, so it’s basically Erik/anyone who pays. ;)

Fandom: X-men: The Movie, prior to both movies.

Summary: Kind of an AU, I guess. An alternate version of how Charles and Erik met. In this story a young Charles Xavier goes to find a male prostitute and finds Erik Lehnsherr.

Archive: My personal site, http://www.geocities.com/henrika_amanda/Index.html and list archives. Anyone else, please ask me first.

A/N and warnings: This is a dark story. Got it? It deals with rape, prostitution, violence, abuse and a good deal of angst (but also kindness, compassion and love.) If you can’t handle these subjects – don’t read any further. It’s that simple. I don’t want any flames regarding the content of this story. (Also, I know Xavier said he was 17 when he met Erik, but in this story they’re both 19, just to make it more fitting.)

Disclaimer: Not my characters; no rights, no income.

Feedback: Is very welcome, of course, and constructive criticism is preferred, but like I said; no flames. My email is henrika15_@hotmail.com

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Charles Francis Xavier was free now. Free to do whatever he wanted without being supervised and told what was good or bad, right or wrong. He was a man now, and free to make his own choices.

Still, Charles was afraid. He was the master of the Xavier-estate; the family mansion he’d inherited from his parents, and the vast building often seemed all too quiet and lonely, especially at nights. No voices except his own sounded within the walls, and when he made a noise himself the building amplified the echo of it multiple times. The place where he grew up had become a keep.

Eight months had passed since the death of his parents and still Charles hadn’t managed – or dared – to do what filled his thoughts every hour of his life – finding someone to share the lonely fortress with. That would never have been possible if his parents were still alive, because young women did not attract Charles’ eye; instead he was drawn to members of his own sex.

When he was younger the feeling often confused and disturbed him, but at the age of 19 he had come to terms with his so-called “anomaly” and knew that if he’d ever get himself a mate, it would man man.

His parents’ death certainly grieved him, but at the same time he was relieved to know they were gone. While they were alive he’d been forced to wear a mask every day of his life, pretending to be someone he wasn’t. When they died Charles did everything that was expected of a grieving young man, but inside he could hardly wait for the freedom their absence would give him.

Eight months had passed, and Charles was still hiding in his keep. He’d lost contact with almost all his friends, and didn’t feel like socializing with anyone. Instead of becoming free, he had made himself prisoner to his own home.

One day Charles had had enough of being alone. He needed company – of the sexual kind, that is – even if it was just for one night. He didn’t trust his basically non-existent social skills to go to someplace and just hope for the best, but decided even a prostitute would do.

He knew where most of them could be found; the majority was female, but he didn’t believe there would be any trouble finding a young man willing to sell his body for one evening.

Charles almost cringed when he thought of what he was about to do, but his craving for closeness of that kind was stronger than his conscience. So be it. Just one night…

So Charles sat in his car – an expensive red Mercedes his parents had given him on his 18th birthday – and drove down to the quarters of the city where prostitutes could be found.

The female ones all looked basically the same; short tight skirts, high heels, low-necked shirts, revealing too much of their heaving breasts and hard make-up that made them look like… well, whores.

Of course the women were the first to reach him when he stepped out of his car. He could see why. His expensive car and sophisticated clothing indicated he had a lot of money, and was therefore considered a good catch.

The female prostitutes regarded him with what they believed were seductive looks.

“Hi darling. Looking for some company tonight?” one of them; a short blonde womn hen her mid twenties asked him. She was actually quite pretty, but her make-up and clothing made her look all but decent.

“Ladies, I…” Charles began and took one step forward, holding his hands up.

“I think I could make you feel real good…” another one, a brunette with beautiful green eyes said.

“Hey ladies, I appreciate the offer, but I’m…” Charles decided to be straight with them. “I am not into… you know. I’m looking for a…man.”

“Ohh….” the disappointed female hookers cooed in unison. He knew each one of them had been hoping to get their hands on him. Wealthy and distinguished men were obviously not very common in these quarters.

“If you’re seeking a guy, I can show you one,” the blonde one said. “He has quite a few customers, but last time I checked he was free… Come here, lad, I’ll show you…”

The woman grabbed Charles’ arm and he let her drag him away through the group. There were no male hookers visible right now, so if she could take him to someone available he’d thank her.

“I promise you, he’s very pretty,” she told him while leading him to another street. “I’m sure you’ll like him. And he’s cheap, too. And young. Your age, probably.” She smiled. “I think his name is Erik something… Look, there he is,” she said and nodded at a shape standing some ten yards from the corner of a building.

“So go get him, boy, before someone else does,” she urged him and then left, probably to look for someone who was interested and could pay her a couple of bucks for a fuck, blowjob or whatever service she could offer.

Charles directed his gaze at the young man again. He couldn’t quite see what he looked like from such a distance, but decided to have a closer look. What she’d told him sounded good.

The man – or rather he was a boy, Charles noticed – lifted his head when he heard Charles’ steps approaching. He instantly put on a half business-like, half seductive smile when he saw the potential customer. The young man approaching him looked neat and wealthy. This was a chance he just couldn’t miss.

“Hello, are you…” Charles began, but was interrupted.

“Hello, sir, are you looking for some company?” the boy asked, pronouncing the words with a heavy German accent. There was no doubt he was a foreigner. Charles knew that even without scanning him.

“Actually, yes, Charles smiled back. “The lady over there said that you…”

“Seven dollars for one hour, and 50 for the entire night,” was the answer he got. “We will go to your place, if you can drive me there.”

Charles regarded the boy carefully before accepting the offer. He was very much a prostitute, but still there was thinthing very different about him. He was around 5’10’’ – about two inches taller than Charles – and very slender in build. His hair was thick and dark and very beautiful, framing his thin face and high cheekbones elegantly. He had a sharp nose and large pale blue eyes, almost too big for his slender features.

The boy didn’t wear any make-up, nor did he dress like the female prostitutes. Charles figured he didn’t need to. His appearance was enough to catch a man’s interest. His clothing was still cheap and far too thin for the current weather conditions. Maybe that was one reason why the boy was agerager to come with him.

“Sir?” he asked when he noticed Charles’ intense gaze.

“I’m sorry, yes, that sounds nice,” Charles quickly told him. “The entire night, please, if that’s alright with you?”

“Certainly, sir,” the boy replied meekly and gave Charles another smile.

“Perfect. Let’s go to my car. And don’t call me “sir”. My name is Charles. Charles Xavier. What is your name?” he asked.

The boy was clearly taken aback by the question. His customers were usually just interested in one thing, and never asked for his name. Apparently, this one was different. Very different.

“Erik. Erik Lehnsherr,” he replied in a small voice.

“Nice to meet you, Erik,” Charles said truthfully and carefully placed his arm around Erik’s thin shoulders. “I am sure we’ll have a good time together.”

When they started walking toward his car, Charles clearly noticed the boy’s limp despite that he tried his best to hide it. To make it easier for him Charles slowed down and bit and adjusted to Erik’s pace. When they reached his Mercedes he opened the passenger door and motioned at Erik to step inside.

Erik did, and tried to keep from flinching when he sat down in the front seat. Charles noticed that too, but Erik was good at keeping a straight face and pretended like it was nothing.

“Are you alright?” he asked, and Erik nodded, trying to give an assuring smile.

“Yes, stiff back, that is all. It’s nothing.”

Charles knew that wasn’t true, of course, but decided not to bring the discussion further. Hopefully they would get a nice evening.

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“Wow, this place is so big…!” Erik said, staring at the Xavier-estate and marvelling ts sts size when Charles had taken his car to the garage and led him outside. “Is all this yours? You must be very rich, sir.”

“Yes, I am the master of this house, and yes, I am well off, I could say,” Charles smiled back. “And don’t call me sir, Erik.”

“I’m sorry, I forgot,” Erik said and turned his eyes down.

“No worry. Come on, now. Let’s get you inside.”

When they got inside the house, Charles first of all took Erik to the kitchen to prepare him a nice hot meal. The poor boy was frozen and hungry and definitely needed something to warm him up.

“So, what would you like?” Charles asked while poking through the fridge for something to fix his guest.

“What?” Erik asked confusedly, wondering what they were doing in the kitchen. By now they should be in the bedroom already, and Charles should be fucking him into the mattress or maybe have his dick sucked, which wasn’t that painful.

“A sandwich, maybe?” Charles asked. “And a nice hot cup of tea, to warm you up. Would you like that?”

Being offered food, which had never happened before, made Erik so flabbergasted that he could simply nod. Charles just smiled at him, giving him a big sandwich and a large cup of warm tea.

Erik hadn’t eaten anything since yesterday afternoon, and his stomach practically screamed for food. The tea was hot, but that didn’t bother him one bit. Together with the sandwich he had gulped everything down in just five minutes.

Charles, giving him a kind and sympathetic look, asked if he’d like some more. Erik shook his head shyly, knowing he had already gotten a lot more than he deserved. This man had paid him for sexual favours, not to feed him, after all. What was he really? Some kind of a saint?

“Well, if you’d like something, just let me know. Would you like to… leave the kitchen?”

Erik noticed the slightly modest tone in his voice. This young man hasn’t been with a prostitute before, he tht. Ht. He’s probably not even had sex before. Very well, I can’t say I mind being his first.

At first Erik had believed Charles to be older than he was, because of his bald head. It made him seem much older, but really, Charles couldn’t be much over twenty, and definitely not over 25. More likely he was Erik’s age.

While they were walking toward Charles’ bedroom Erik was still twisting his frozen hands. His hands were very beautiful; slim and long-fingered, but right now his fingertips were white from the cold and no matter what he did Erik didn’t seem to get them warm. He’d been out on the street for the past six hours, and during that time he’d been freezing constantly.
He was actually looking forward to being taken by this man, though he prayed Charles would not be too rough, as he’d already had two customers before him that had left him quite sore.

“Are you still cold?” Charles asked worriedly when they entered his master bedroom. “Would you like to take a hot shower?”

“No, I’m fine,” Erik replied despite he wasn’t. “I would just like to…”

“Get it over with?” Charles asked.

Erik shrugged, then nodded.

“Erik,” he said gently, placing his hand on Erik’s thin back. “You don’t have to, if you don’t…”

“No, it’s alright,” Erik interrupted. “I want to give you pleasure. You have been kind to me. I hope I will be satisfying.”

How could you not be? Charles thought while he watched Erik take off the little clothes he was wearing. You’re the most beautiful man I have ever met. It is really too bad you are a… prostitute, because I think I would have enjoyed spending more time with you.

When Erik was naked Charles was shocked at how emaciated he was. The outline of almost every bone could be seen through his ivory skin, and the view was all but pleasant. The poor boy was famished. How could he even keep going, looking like that?

“Poor thing…” Charles said compassionately. “How much do you weigh? 100 lbs?”

“I… I d-don’t know…” Erik stuttered, looking down at himself. Was that disgust written on Charles’ face? Of course it was. The man didn’t want him. Most other men preferred him thin, and there was little Erik could do about it, as he couldn’t afford eating more than what it took to keep him alive.

“Do I disgust you?” he asked in a trembling voice, fearing that Charles would send him out in the cold again, without any money.

“No, dear God – no!” Charles said. “You’re just so… thin. Aren’t you eating, dear?”

“I eat what it takes,” Erik said.

“Not enough, obviously.” Charles glanced down and frowned when he saw Erik’s crotch. He had no hair around his genitals, because he had probably shaved it off. The rest of his body was hairless as well, even his armpits.

Erik noticed Charles’ staring, and explained, “Men like it that way. I shave my armpits too, because they think hair is disgusting.”

Charles simply nodded. “I see,” he said softly. “Come here, now.”

He led Erik toward his bed, wanting to show him that he wanted him. Charles started to undress as well, feeling a bit shy, as he had never undressed in front of anyone for this reason before.

Erik carefully regarded Charles’ body when he’d gotten naked. He had a very good physique; slim yet well-toned with defined muscles. Erik had to admit he wanted this man to take him. Most of his other customers were middle-aged, overweight men with sticky fingers that paid no respect to Erik as an individual.

Erik passed his gaze down to Charles’ sex, which he found half-erect already. His penis was beautiful, and – thank God – not over-sized. Despite the dull ache in his bottom, Erik actually got excited and had an erection; something that had never happened with anyone elsearlearles was different in more than one way.

Carefully Erik reached his hand out and lightly stroked the erect member with his hand. It responded with a series of twitchy movements and he could hear Charles gasping.

He looked up toward Charles’ face, and asked, “Would you like to be inside me now?”

Charles reply was a simple nod. Of course that was what he wanted. Except for his emaciated frame Erik was beautiful and would surely be satisfying in bed.

Without further questions Erik settled in the position most men wanted him; on all fours with his head submissively bent and legs spread for better access.

re ire is lubricant in my jacket pocket, if you would like to use it,” he said while waiting for Charles to get started.

“Of course I will, I’ll hurt you otherwise.”

Charles picked up the little tube he found in Erik’s right jacket pocket and went back to the bed. Really, he would have liked to ask Erik to turn around so he could see his face, but Erik was the more experienced one, and he assumed this position was the easiest one for them both.

Charles’ hands were trembling with excitement while he knelt behind Erik and began to spread his buttocks in order to lubricate his crack. But what he saw then made Charles freeze and gasp in shock.

Now he realized why Erik had been limping and why it hurt for him to sit. His anus was practically nothing more than a torn and swollen slit, with fresh blood trickling out of it. There was tearing, old and new, indicating it had been going on for a while.

“Erik…” he managed to say, not finding any words. “What’s happened to you, dear?”

“All men are not gentle…” Erik whispered in reply. “But it’s alright, you can do it, please be gentle…”

Now Charles also noticed Erik had obvious marks left by fingernails on his hips, and bruises – old as well as new – which he’d tried, but failed, to cover with some kind of cheap powder.

“Erik, who did this?” Charles demanded to know. “Who beat you?”

“I… I can’t remember…” Erik stuttered. “Please don’t throw me out, I can pleasure you, I promise I can…”

“No, no,” Charles said soothingly, realizing his aggressive tone had been misinterpreted. “Don’t worry, dear. But you… Let me take care of you. Your anus…”

“Please, Charles, do it… I’m alright… It won’t hurt if you do it gently…” Erik sobbed, desperate to please this man who was so kind to him.

But Charles’ erection had vanished in a flash when he saw the state of Erik’s body, together with his arousal. He felt nothing but compassion for the poor boy now, and a strong urge to help him, to ease his pain. Both physical and emotional.

“Wait here, Erik,” he said and left the bed and went to the adjacent bathroom to bring some things that would ease the pain in Erik’s body. When he returned the young prostitute was lying sideways, with his legs slightly bent. He carefully regarded Charles’ movemennd and again asked to please him.

“We are not going to have sex,” Charles told him calmly and settled on the bed again. “Erik, lie flat on your back and spread your legs. Don’t worry – I won’t hurt you.”

Erik did what he was told, wondering what Charles was about to do. If he wouldn’t fuck him, then what?

Again Charles looked at the swollen, bleeding little pucker between the boy’s legs. The wound needed to be cleaned and tended to. It didn’t require stitches though, if it would be allowed to heal in peace. Charles poured some strong liquor into a piece of cotton wool, telling Erik,

“This might sting a little.”

Erik cried out reflexively when he felt the sudden sting in his backside, but it only lasted for a short while and he could relax again. He knew that Charles was cleaning him and probably used liquor. He could feel Charles carefully lifting his sore, bruised testicles to gain better access. Some guy yesterday had taken great joy in squeezing his scrotum and watching his face distorting in pain when he did it.

When he was done cleaning the wound, Charles smeared some bactericidal ointment around the opening. He also used a finger to carefully check Erik’s insides, because he wanted to be sure there was no serious internal tearing. There wasn’t; at least none that he could detect.

“Now swallow this,” he said, offering Erik an aspirin with a glass of water.

“What is that?” Erik asked weakly.

“Something that will ease your pain,” Charles explained. “I take it you’re hurting?”

Seeing no reason to deny it, Erik just nodded in agreement. He took the pill he was offered and washed it down with a few gulps of water. Afterwards he lay down in bed again, not really sure what would happen now.

Charles watched the naked, fragile little body in his bed and decided to have a serious talk with Erik before getting him to sleep. He crawled back into bed and motioned at the young man to come closer. Erik did, and when he was close enough Charles gently wrapped his arms around him and pulled him into an embrace.

Erik didn’t know what to do or say. No one had been holding him like this since he’d been in his father’s arms right before the gates of Auschwitz, only moments before he was torn away from his parents. Surprised but grateful Erik leaned into the embrace and slowly felt his taut body relax. Erik scarcely recalled what he’d been able to hen,hen, with the fences, making them bend in his direction. He also recalled what had been done to him because of it, and tried his best to forget both the deed and his punishment.

“Are you sleepy?” Charles suddenly asked.

“Not really,” Erik confessed. “Please let me…”

“I thought we could have a talk. Would you like that, Erik?”

“Talk about what?” Erik asked confusedly. He wasn’t exactly feeling talkative, and that was a talent he hadn’t yet required with any other customer. He’d only been told to open his mouth when he was to prove his fellatio skills.

“Tell me about yourself,” Charles asked. “How long have you been here?”

“I came here when I was fifteen, in 1949. Before I used to live in Germany. It was before the… the…”

“Great war,” Charles said. “You are Jewish, Erik, aren’t you? You survived the death camp.”

He could feel Erik nod against his chest. “I know, dear,” he said compassionately. “And I know what you did to those fences, and what they tried to make you do after they’d seen it. I know what kind of tests they did, and that bea beat you and raped you because you couldn’t make it happen again, only for them.”

Erik flinched. It’s what he had in his mind right now, but he hadn’t told Charles more than that he’d been a death camp victim. “How… c-can you kn-know…?” he asked in a trembling voice and slowly turned his head up to look at Charles.

“Dear, I can read minds, but that is noe ise issue,” Charles replied calmly. “I’d like to help you. Tell me, Erik, how long have you been working on the street?”

“Since I was 16,” Erik said. He still thought Charles’ mind-reading was kind of freaky, but it was still very obvious the man wanted to help him, so he saw no reason to be afraid.

“Why?”

“I have to support myself some way.”

“Couldn’t you… have found something else to do?”

Erik shook his head firmly. “No,” he whispered. “This is all I’m good for.”

“How old are you, dear?”

“Nineteen.”

Charles smiled. “What a coincidence. So am I.”

“Really? You look…older.”

“I know, it’s because of my bald head. It makes me look more mature. I lost my hair when I was fourteen, you see. It’s nothing I chose, and I would give anything to have locks like yours…” he said dreamingly, pulling his fingers through Erik’s thick dark hair.

In a way, Erik looked both younger and oldhan han his true age. His emaciated body and thin, bony face gave him the look of a haggard older man, but his eyes, despite the dark rings that surrounded them, were those of an innocent child. Charles didn’t believe Erik knew much of the world outside the streets, or what it was like not being abused.

Erik snuggled into the warm body he lay pressed to, hoping Charles wouldn’t push him away. Right now he was desperate for warmth and human contact. Most nights like this, he’d lain pressed under some horny, rough, middle-aged man who needed a break from his wife, or alone on a mattress in the small room he rented not far from the street where he worked.

The pill Charles gave him started to take away some of the pain he felt, and Erik was getting drowsy. His eyelids started to feel heavy and the soft, rhythmic pounding of Charles’ heart made an excellent hypnotic.

“Want to sleep now?” Charles asked.

“But I haven’t… pleasured you…” Erik murmured in reply. “I could do it with my mouth… I am skilled, I promise…”

“No, Erik. You’re not having any kind of sex tonight. You need to heal up before you start again. All I can offer you now is a good night’s sleep.”

Charles turned off the lights and then spooned behind Erik’s naked and frighteningly thin frame. He briefly passed his hand along Erik’s hip, and accidentally brushed his soft penis. Secretly Charles thought of how good it would feel in his mouth, but quickly abandoned those thoughts as he’d promised Erik he wouldn’t think of him in sexual terms tonight.

Instead he carefully – to avoid Erik’s bruises – slid his arm around his waist and nuzzled the soft hairs of his neck, inhaling the scent of his skin. This was just the kind of contact he’d been craving for so long. Sex wasn’t really that important. This was.

Erik fell asleep to the wonderful feeling of safety in Charles’ arms, and a warm breath caressing his neck.