"I'm not being sarcastic, professor. He's dangerous."
"He's just as dangerous as we are. Not any more or less."
Charles knows that's a lie; he'd told Erik that if the other man harnessed his power, he would be more than even Charles himself. But he's not going to admit that to Hank, who's barely out of his teens, despite the fact he's a genius.
Charles snorts and rubs his face. "Tomorrow is going to be difficult, Hank. Try and enjoy tonight while you can, alright?" He's not normally this blunt, but he's exhausted and thoughts of Erik make him wonder if he really is doing the right thing. Hank stands and smiles tightly at Charles, murmuring a goodnight as he exits the gazebo that fills the east side of Charles' back garden.
Charles can feel Erik before the other man speaks.
"He's right."
"I don't care," Charles bites off. He keeps his face pointed forward even as the other sits next to him, warmth radiating from Erik's body as it lines up next to Charles'.
"What if I do?"
Rain falls. The sun has long set, and the coming chill settles into Charles' bones. He hunches forward and tries not to start when Erik's hand rests on his back, a soft gesture for such harsh words.
Erik's hair sparkles with wetness when Charles finally sits up and meets his gaze.
"What if I gave you no choice?"
He wants Erik that badly. He's horrified at the thought and the fact he'd even voiced it out loud. But he's not going to lie.
The rain intensifies.
They stare at each other.
"I'd come to you regardless."
Charles blinks, and Erik kisses him, and that's all that matters.
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Fill: X-Men First Class Charles/Erik
Date: 2014-09-25 04:03 pm (UTC)"I'm not being sarcastic, professor. He's dangerous."
"He's just as dangerous as we are. Not any more or less."
Charles knows that's a lie; he'd told Erik that if the other man harnessed his power, he would be more than even Charles himself. But he's not going to admit that to Hank, who's barely out of his teens, despite the fact he's a genius.
Charles snorts and rubs his face. "Tomorrow is going to be difficult, Hank. Try and enjoy tonight while you can, alright?" He's not normally this blunt, but he's exhausted and thoughts of Erik make him wonder if he really is doing the right thing. Hank stands and smiles tightly at Charles, murmuring a goodnight as he exits the gazebo that fills the east side of Charles' back garden.
Charles can feel Erik before the other man speaks.
"He's right."
"I don't care," Charles bites off. He keeps his face pointed forward even as the other sits next to him, warmth radiating from Erik's body as it lines up next to Charles'.
"What if I do?"
Rain falls. The sun has long set, and the coming chill settles into Charles' bones. He hunches forward and tries not to start when Erik's hand rests on his back, a soft gesture for such harsh words.
Erik's hair sparkles with wetness when Charles finally sits up and meets his gaze.
"What if I gave you no choice?"
He wants Erik that badly. He's horrified at the thought and the fact he'd even voiced it out loud. But he's not going to lie.
The rain intensifies.
They stare at each other.
"I'd come to you regardless."
Charles blinks, and Erik kisses him, and that's all that matters.