Author: nationalemergency PM
Slash. Erik is thinking about Charles' favourite term of endearment.Rated: Fiction T - English - Words: 645 - Reviews: 3 - Favs: 2 - Published: 05-16-12 - id: 8121392
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My God! I actually posted something! I know, I'm shocked too. Anyway, this is my first attempt at real romance and my first attempt at anything for the X –Men fandom (which, by the way I do not own) so anyway, let's just se how this one plays out.
Name: My friend.
Fandom: X-Men, First Class
Notes: SLASH, don't like don't read.
'My friend', it was a fairly normal endearment to Erik now, as Charles seemed to leap at every chance to use it, however no matter how familiar the phrase sounded it never sounded quite right. There were other forms of the pet name that Erik would much rather hear Charles refer to him as, in fact there were lots of them. There were even some names that Erik would like to call Charles one day but every time he tried to say something to him, every time he tried to show Charles a bit of sincere affection the words just got stuck, there was no 'sweetheart' or 'darling' for him to say.
So, Erik turned to Charles to say something, anything, that wasn't just friendly. So far this had not been achieving great results.
That is why Erik was sitting in one of the many rooms of the Xavier house, gazing out of the window with unfocused eyes. The room was one of the barely used ones in the East Wing, there was even dust gathering on the thick rugs that covered the floor.
Some people would say he was mulling things over, some people (who had no sense of danger) would say he was sulking like a small child but Erik would say he was rethinking. Mostly about why he had been delusional enough to think Charles might be in any way interested in a relationship with him, Charles Xavier who used his mutation to pick up women in bars, the mutant who could read his mind and know everything about him in seconds if he wanted to. Knowledgeable Charles, who seemed to know everything about everything, a man who could actually hold a conversation with Hank McCoy, kind Charles, the one who adopted small, frightened children and six foot two, German mutants with homicidal tendencies because he actually wanted to. The Charles that said that his favourite thing to do was to stay at home and read sci-fi and fantasy novels, who said Erik had an ability stronger than any he had ever seen. The one that smiled at Erik when others were afraid of him and stopped Erik from doing stupid things with submarines that might kill him, the one that got pissy if you touched his hair and was short and slender and had big blue eyes and long eyelashes.
The Charles that had entered the room about five seconds ago and Erik could feel standing right behind him. The very same one that Erik had been pining over like some mopey teenager and was probably going to try and slam Erik's head into the wall.
Erik could feel Charles's eyes boring into his shoulder blades like a diamond-bit auger and his imagination went into overdrive imagining all the things Charles could mind-control him into doing … Which Charles would never do because the man was probably a reincarnation of Gandhi.
He wetted his lips lightly before telling Charles to leave.
"If you want me to, my love,"
Erik nearly gave himself whiplash from turning around that fast, worth it though, because the next thing he got was an armful of grinning Charles Xavier and a smattering of kisses across his nose and cheeks and a few more pet names that he could tick of his list.
So there you have it! If you liked it let me know, and if you didn't… Let me know as well.