Warning: Scene is Nc-17 – hence under the cut
Erik was stripped and under the hot soothing water in seconds. The only reason he didn’t complain was he had an equally naked and wet Charles. Words weren’t spoken, they weren’t needed. Hands moved over warming skin, mouths licked and bit across exposed flesh. Erik lifted Charles, pushing him against the back of the shower, holding him against the tile as he kissed him deeply, mouth trailing down his neck onto his shoulder, leaving a mark for all to see.
Charles’ moaned, pushing back against the cold tiles, desperate to rub his aching cock against Erik. He wanted everything. Wanted to taste him, feel him, wrap himself around him. He felt fingers probing against his entrance slick with soap, not the best but he didn’t care.
And as Erik slid physically into him, he slipped into his mind.
He would never get enough of Erik’s mind. It was so bright with passion, warm with love, and he shuttered in pleasure when he used his mutation.
<<Liebling.>>
<<I love you. So much. Please Erik.>>
He felt the huff of breath against his neck, as Erik slammed harder into him. “Fuck…”
“Working at it.” He chuckled into his neck.
“So close.” Charles’ hands went into Erik’s short locks and pulled his head back, taking his mouth into a heated kiss. He wrapped around him physically and mentally, and let go.
The sound of metal crunching was enough to know that he had got Erik to lose all control. With a satisfied smirk he reached out with his own powers to feel an embarrassed Hank, an amused Logan, and it would seem they weren’t the only ones in the hotel letting off some steam.
Erik gently lowered him, then dragged him back under the water. Their touch was softer, more of a caress as they finished, dried off, and got re-dressed.
He quickly fixed the pipes in their suit and the ones next door, and then moved back into their suite. Erik sat on the small couch, pulling Charles into his arms. “Tell me.”
“The Sentinels are already created.” He had dived into Trask’s mind, while trying to deal with Raven. The man was terrified of Mutants, he saw them as something to be eradicated yet found them fascinating. “He started building them when Mystique first attacked him. He’s also fascinated in you … he can’t figure you out.”
“Are you telling me, this is a wasted effort?” Erik frowned, not liking that the future was inevitable. It had to be changed, if it couldn’t be – he would’ve walked away from Charles on that beach.
“I don’t think it is.” Charles sat up, setting across from Erik. He took his hands, they were so much bigger than his own, rougher, had been soaked in blood, but held Kurt so gently, touched Charles so lovingly. “I refuse to believe that the future Logan is talking about can’t be changed.”
“Charles…”
“No!” He squeezed the hands under his. “We will change this.”
“Then I need you to go back to New York, get in Cerebro and find Mystique.” He pulled his hand free, and tipped Charles’ chin up. “I don’t need you to be this general Logan knows, I need you to be Charles. I need you to have the hope we will change this, I need my Naive Idealist.”
“But what if he can’t do it.”
“He can.” He leaned over and kissed him. “You made me see the better man inside of me. Now focus on the one inside you.”
“And what are you going to do?”
“Hunt down Azazel, and see if I can find those Sentinels.” He stood, then gave Charles one last kiss, before grabbing another coat and stalked out of the room.
Charles took a deep breath, then got up and followed. He looked at Hank and Logan, who were staring at him with anticipation. “We’re leaving. I need Cerebro … ” He paused for a moment, focusing on Logan. “And I need to talk to myself.”
He was not going to lose Erik, and he didn’t care what he had to do change that.
He would even take out his own sister.
The thought should’ve horrified him, but the fact it didn’t was more horrifying.
Finally there is smut! Very very nice. Love that Erik is a defacto plumber!! Haha! Excellent stuff!