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It is 9 A.M. The unpleasant sound of the old grandfather clock settled between the wardrobe and door wakes Charles at once from his somber rest. It had been two months since Erik’s departure.
Charles groans and stuffs his face in his palms, slowly dragging them down as he feels the urge to plop back down and go back to bed. He mustn’t, though, and he knows this. It’s already late enough as is.
He tries to fix the mess of his curls with his hands before he moves himself off of the bed and into his wheelchair, heading for his bathroom to clean up and get ready, when he hears the grating sound of the old doorbell of the mansion.
“I do not look pleasant enough for a visitor at this hour.” He grumbled to himself before placing his fingers to his temple.
Hank, be a dear and get the door for me? I am not quite presentable yet.
He feels Hank’s chuckle reverberate through his mind and feels a relief as he wheels himself towards the bathroom.
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Professor, we have an issue.
His mind hums at once, feeling the worry accompanying Hank’s statement.
He is finished preparing himself and without answering, begins to head towards Hank’s location.
“Oh dear.” He enters the room bewildered.
In front of him, there is a tall, muscular man, with long white hair and a rather silly looking outfit. Who told him such an outfit looked good? They must have been fooling him.
He tries to brush across the stranger’s mind but somehow he has put up walls, blocking the younger man out.
“What brings you here, sir?” Charles asks as friendly as one can after having him rush through his daily routine.
“See, that’s the funny thing… This man… well he says he’s-“ Hank begins.
“Magneto.” The man bares his teeth. “And I am looking for Professor Charles Xavier.”
Charles blinks a few times before he laughs. “That’s a good one, really, it’s funny.” He is slightly annoyed with the mention of him at all, but such a joke couldn’t help but pull a laugh out of him.
“Why would I be joking, I am he! The master of magnetism!” The man is more furious now, and it almost scares Charles.
Charles looks at Hank, who raises his hands in surrender. “If you are really Erik, why do you look so different?”
“I do not look any different than I have previously looked, pathetic boy. Tell me, where is Charles Xavier! I need to see him at once.”
“I am Charles.” He spits out with his own annoyance. “What do you want from me?”
“You are not Charles! You are too young, you are not a telepath, and…” Magneto stops at once as he begins to actually take in the presence of the smaller man. “Hair.” He reaches out and softly pats his brown curls.
Charles recoils and frustratedly puffs. “Do not touch my hair. I am Charles, and this is my home, I tried reading your mind, but you will not let me in. How else can I prove it to you?” He stops and squints his eyes, “And how can I actually believe that you’re Erik?”
Magneto raises his arms in defeat. He looks to the side and a spoon flies towards his palm. “I do not have time for this.” He scoffs.
Charles rasies an eyebrow before raising his fingers to his temple again. “Lower your walls.”
“Why should I trust you! You are not Charles!” Both Hank and Charles groan in frustration.
Suddenly, Magneto softens in his features. “But you do remind me of him.” Charles lets out a breath he was holding in.
-
After sending Hank away to his lab, Charles had fetched himself and his guest some tea.
“Why do you want to see Charles, who isn’t me, so badly anyway?” He sips from his tea delicately, careful to not burn his tongue on the hot dish.
“We have matters to discuss, for mutantkind. Humans have posed another threat once more and, well… I wanted to make sure he was safe.” He admits.
“You do sound just like Erik.” Charles sighs solemnly.
“And you like Charles.” Magneto smirks at him, bores his eyes into Charles’ own, and the younger man feels a flush creep across his face and turns his head away.
“Say, does your Erik take care of you?” He quips. Charles whips his head back around at the sudden mention of his Erik. “What do you mean?”
“You are so soft looking. Beautiful. If I had been in place of your Erik, I don’t think I would be able to resist not taking you any chance I’d have.”
Magneto peacefully takes a sip of his tea while Charles chokes on his own, as if he did not just say the most outlandish thing the younger mutant had ever heard.
“What?” Charles pretends to ignore the way his voice cracks.
“It’s been so long since we were both so young, and you are so very gorgeous. Surely, you must know this.” Magneto places his tea on top of the coaster provided to him and sits up. “So I ask once more, has your Erik ever taken care of you? Has he ever touched you?”
Charles really does think about it for a few moments. He’s been in love with his Erik since he’s first dragged him out of the warm Florida waters. He’s wanted nothing more than to touch and be touched by the calloused fingers that destroy so much, he thinks he would be put together by them. What harm would having an Erik from who knows where do?
“I- um- well… Oh!” Charles is cut off as Magneto picks up Charles from his wheelchair. “Put me down!” He shrieks out of pure shock, but makes no effort to fight. Part of him is morbidly curious where this will lead.
“I guess I will make do of what he has not.” He laughs deeply as his carries Charles towards the closest private room, dragging his wheelchair with his powers behind them. Upon entering the room, he places Charles gently on the bed before locking the door with a flick of his wrist. In true Erik fashion, Charles thinks.
Magneto kneels onto the bed, the springs screeching as his weight is pressing down on them, and slowly begins to rid himself of that silly colorful outfit. He tries to look sensual while he removes his cape and ridiculously long gloves.
“Has anyone ever told you that outfit is horrendous?” Charles quips.
“My Charles happens to like it.” He bends over, breath warm on Charles’ freckled face. “You are so pretty.”
Charles does not respond, instead sucking in a breath as Magneto caresses his cheek. “And soft. I want to break you.”
Erik already has… Charles thinks sadly.
Magneto trails his hands down Charles button up shirt, raking his nails against the fabric. He unbuttons flawlessly, leaving more skin in his path. Charles whimpers and cannot help but feel the reaction in the other man’s pants pressed against his side.
“You are so noisy, it’s so nice.” Magneto but purrs into Charles’ ear before sucking in the lobe and nibbling. As Magneto’s hands trail lower, removing the shirt entirely, Charles bites his lip and closes his eyes, trying to block off the thought of his Erik doing this to him. It makes him feel guilty. He gets so lost in his effort of trying to not think of Erik that he doesn’t notice Magneto’s hands slip under his waistband and grip him.
After a few moments of stroking with no visual response, Magneto quirks an eyebrow at Charles. “I- It’s not the same down there, Erik. I can’t feel as much.” Charles whimpers, and suddenly realization flashes across his face. “Oh… I am such a fool! Forgive me, Charles. I didn’t even think about it.”
Charles smiles softly and takes a gentle hand to Magneto’s face. “It’s okay, I promise it really is. I just… haven’t been able to feel anything there for… a month now.” He looks away to the side, attempting to hold back any tears that may slip out at the memory.
Suddenly, he turns around with an idea. “Though, I have never tried… the other end.” He says with a choked laugh. Though, it was true, he wasn’t entirely sure if he had completely lost feeling of everything including, well, the inside of his anus. He knows that his injury had left him with spare instances of a distant feeling, so there may be other areas of such.
Magneto takes a liking to this idea, a large predator-like grin forming on his face. “Do you have any lubrication?” He asks with the worst attempt of innocence Charles had ever seen.
He reaches over the bed to fumble around the drawer, looking for the tiny bottle of lotion he keeps in every room. As hospitable as a house owner he can be.
“Please, this.” He hands the bottle to Magneto, shivers down his spine at the glance the bigger man spares him.
He takes the bottle from him and flips the cap open, squirting a large amount of the lotion onto one of his freakishly large fingers. Charles flushes at the image, a mix of fear and arousal mixing in his gut. If this mans fingers are this large, he has no idea what he could be anticipating… lower.
Magneto helps Charles remove his pants and briefs, softly stroking his sides with endearment with each garment removed. At the sight of him fully naked, Magneto lets out a small growl. “Beautiful.” He whispers.
Charles lets out a huff and flips over, eager and ready. Magneto takes the hint and slowly drags one of his lubricated fingers over Charles puckered entrance. He cannot feel much, but there is a slight cold seeping into him, and it causes him to shudder.
“I can’t feel it entirely, but I felt a little bit of the cold from the lube.” He informs him. Magneto takes this as initiative and slowly inserts inside of him.
“Oh- oh my…” Charles trails off slightly. He can most definitely feel that a bit more than he can his cock. It’s not much, but the feeling of being full is something unmistakable to Charles. “I can- can feel it slightly, please, keep going.” He begs politely.
Alongside his stream of dirty thoughts, the sight of Magneto looking so damn proud of himself made him almost wish that in another life, he could have ridden the hell out of his smug face.
With the insertion of another finger, the second one accidentally brushes across his prostrate. He definitely felt that.
“Fuck!”
Magneto stops and Charles looks over his shoulders at the man, who looks completely freaked out. “No, no! That was good, you- you brushed against my prostrate. I felt that a bit more.” He smiles.
After a few additional fingers, Magneto removes himself, much to Charles’ disappointment, before stripping his underwear off. Charles had noticed his body previously, it was no surprise to him to see all muscle and tight skin underneath his uniform, and that, that was good. But this… this was something else entirely. Magneto was huge. He quickly thinks back to his fingers.
“That… is not going to fit.” Charles flushes as the words come out of his mouth sheepishly. Never once in a million years would he have thought to have spoken such filthy words.
“Do you want to stop?” For once, the larger man has a glint of guilt in his eyes, treading carefully. “Heavens, no.” Charles smiles kindly, “I cannot lie and say I don’t want this.”
At this, the man takes the bottle and squirts some more of the lubricant onto his lengthy girth. Charles gasps a bit more lewd than he had anticipated at the sight.
“So needy. How does your Erik handle this?” Magneto pumps himself a few times using the lotion. Charles just grunts in frustration and annoyance.
As he lines up, Charles can’t help but think about his own Erik, and all of the times he had wished this was the two of them. The thought makes him somber, but he tries to push down the angst and agony at the betrayal.
Though, the feeling of being filled will also remove those feelings from you, he quickly realizes.
“Jesus, fucking hell, so big!” He shrieks in pleasure. The thought of his Erik doing this to him immediately dissolves because there’s no way he could ever pleasure him like this. Maybe the thought is a bit out of the bitterness within his heart.
Magneto has only just breached him and the pain and pleasure is too much for him to handle. “I think I’m going to come.” He tries to catch his breath.
“Just relax, pretty boy. I haven’t even moved yet.” Magneto strokes his hair, reminiscent of how his Erik would. Slowly, but surely, he begins to push in deeper.
If Charles felt full from just the breach, this was so much more. It hurt and felt so good at the same time, he felt his brain turning into mush. Unable to speak, he just flopped his head against his forearm and moaned incoherently.
“You are doing such a good job, taking me like this.” Magneto beamed as he pushed in farther, finally bottoming out. “Mmm, let me know when to move.”
Momentarily, Charles shakes his head fervently. “Please. Please, I’m ready. Need more.” He coos. Magneto begins to pull out slowly, making sure he won’t hurt the smaller man.
“You won’t break me, I’m not a vase.” Charles mumbles frustratedly.
Magneto chuckles and pulls out at once, the smaller man letting out a squeak, before slamming back inside of him to the hilt. He keeps this rhythm, he’s begun to favor it, the way Charles gasps and whimpers each thrust, his walls grabbing onto his every movement, balls slapping against the underside of Charles’ ass so hard he’s certain they will leave a bruise. The bed springs squeak louder than Charles and the headboard bangs against the wall on par with Erik’s rutting, Charles is sure he won’t hear the end of it from Hank tomorrow.
“Fuck Erik!” The moan drags out of Charles’ lungs as he quivers underneath Magneto, leaving a wet spot between the sheets and his stomach. Before he can think anything of it, Erik empties out inside of him at the sight. His ropes of come splattering against the walls of Charles’ inner hole, so much, so filling, Charles didn’t think it would be this possible to have this much semen within your body.
After they catch their breath, Magneto pulls out, a strand of semen still connecting him to the inside of his anus. He falls to the other side of the bed, exhausted.
“Bloody hell, I don’t think I would need to see my Erik ever again if I can just have you instead.”
Magneto chuckles and looks over at him with warmth in his eyes. You will always have him.
Charles pretends he doesn’t catch that thought before he drifts to sleep.
-
When he awakens again to the sound of the bloody grandfather clock, he is saddened to see his bed is empty.
He reaches for his robe before he notices he has been entirely cleaned up, as well as his room. Did last night even happen?
When he looks over onto the ground and sees a blindingly purple glove, he feels a sense of comfort in his gut.
“Charles!”
Hank bursts through the door before Charles had even begun to put his robe on. Hank’s eyes grow astronomically wide before he covers them and chokes out a sob.
“I am so sorry! I am never going to unsee that.”
Charles just chuckles. “A knock would have been nice.”
“I just came in here to tell you the strange man that had claimed to be… uh… you know who… had stopped into my lab this morning to thank me. I have no idea why. He left without a word after that. I tried to stop him or question him, but I assume you must have figured everything out last night or he wouldn’t have left so silently. Now I’m afraid to ask why.” He blushes as he rushes through his words.
“Don’t worry Hank, we had talked and everything worked out. We’re not who he was looking for. Safe to say, I don’t even think he was who we were looking for either.” Charles says with a smile.
“We were looking for someone?” Hank asks trepidatiously.
“I was.” Charles says sadly. Hank just gives him a soft smile and turns to leave.
“Whatever you say professor. Hurry down to my lab soon, there’s something I want to show you! And please,” he begins, “please put some clothes on.”
Charles nods and Hank leaves. He takes one final look out the window before he grabs for his wheelchair.
Maybe one day him and his Erik will cross paths once more.