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Warnings, ratings, and disclaimers at Part One.

It all kicks off rather quickly. There is a surprising lack of discomfort between them. There is one moment, where Charles finds Alex in the study, a couple of days after the first night, and is met with a pensive silence. Alex is slouching in the leather chair with a cigarette between his fingers, chewing thoughtfully on his lower lip. There’s a book open in his lap, his feet propped on the desk before him but he’s staring out the open windows. The wind is rough tonight, rustling outside loudly. Charles watches the trees sway until Alex interrupts the silence.

“If we keep training like this, won’t your boyfriend rip my intestines out and use them to jump rope?”

Charles is baffled for a moment, caught off guard by almost every part of the question. “I beg your pardon?”

“Erik,” Alex provides helpfully, “Tall, German, King of Pain—“

“Yes, I know to whom you are referring, but why are you asking about him?”

“Well, in my experience—however little—other guys don’t usually like it when their boyfriend gets me off. Even in the name of the scientific method.”

“My…” Charles sighs begins again, “Alex. Erik is not my boyfriend. Nor has he ever been. Nor will he be at any point in the near future.”

Alex stands, tossing the book onto the chair he abandons. “Really? But you two are always gazing at each other from a distance and having mental conversations.”

Charles shifts again, uncomfortable. “Yes, well, be that as it may, we are not together.”

Alex stubs out his cigarette, frowning. “Why?”

“Alex,” Charles warns, but it sounds more like pleading.

“Alright, I’ll shut up.”

He stands and takes Charles by the wrist. They make their way to bunker in silence. Charles holds Alex against the wall; eyes squeezed shut as he tries to teach him to focus through haze of lust. Alex’s hand clap behind Charles’ neck and his breath is hitched against Charles’ jaw. His skin glows red hot until it burns Charles.

Their experiments continue with varying levels of success.


Charles is coming down from the attic, looking for a light bulb when he finds Alex, looking dazed as he wanders down the hall. “Alex?”

Alex jolts out of his trance and his face lights up with relief when he sees Charles. “Charles! Thank god! I got lost!” he laughs at himself and Charles feels the beginnings of a grin break on his own face. “How could you grow up here? This is like living on a small island!”

Charles laughs, “It’s not that bad.”

“I’ve been living here for weeks and I still get lost.”

“Where were you going? I shall escort you,” Charles bows elaborately.

Alex snorts, “How about to my room? I was thinking of changing and going for a run.”

“Of course, come this way.” Charles leads them down a hallway, pocketing his hands. Alex walks next to him and the corridor is plenty spacious but their shoulders brush effortlessly. “Where did you grow up, then?”

“A jail cell,” Alex returns breezily.

Charles frowns at him, “I meant before that.”

Alex gestures to his forehead, “Just look.”

“I’d prefer it if you told me.”

Alex casts him a look and Charles sighs, as if deeply put upon. “Fine.”

He chances a glance through Alex’s memories and picks up beaches, planes roaring overhead, a brown hair boy with a gap-toothed smile, rosy cheeks and the curl of a blanket over thin shoulders. He withdraws as they reach the top of a descending staircase. “Hawaii and Alaska? What is that like?”

Alex shrugs, “Pretty ordinary, really.”

Charles pulls Alex by the elbow in the correct direction of his room, before he heads down the wrong hall. “And your cousin? Scott?”

Alex ducks his head, bashfully “Scott. How to embody Scott? We had what some might call a give and take relationship. Some days, he got me in trouble, some days I got him in trouble,” he grins, adding, “Not much else to do in Anchorage,” as if it excuses their criminal records.

“And Hawaii?”

“Girls in bikinis? Beaches? There was always something to do,” Alex’s grin turns mischievous as they approach his hallway, “Ah, a familiar face,” he gestures to Erik and Raven approaching from the other end of the hallway.

“Charles, there you are. I found a light bulb in the pantry, we can change that light now,” Erik offers.

“Havok!” Raven claps her hands on his shoulders, happily. “Sean’s been looking for you. He said you guys were going for a run.”

“Yeah, I’ve just got to change,” he glances back at Charles, “I’ll see you later?”

Charles is already walking towards Erik and they both glances at him over their shoulders. Charles nods, “Later.”


Alex isn’t in the study when Charles gets there. He saunters in a few minutes later in a threadbare shirt and pajama bottoms. He watches Charles drink scotch on the rocks and sits on top of the desk. He dangles his legs a bit, watches Charles’ mouth curl into a contemplative frown. “How was chess with Erik?” Alex asks, conversationally.

“Fine,” Charles cuts back, drinking from the glass. Charles looks upset but considering the last conversation they had that involved Erik, Alex doesn’t think asking is a good idea.

“Do you want to go to the bunker?”

Alex shrugs, “If you want.”

“I don’t care.”

“Oh. Right, I don’t care either,” he stands and undoes the drawstring of his pajamas.

They slide past his knees and Charles leans against the opposite wall with the scotch in hand refilled. Charles tells himself it’s the expectancy of an orgasm that has Alex half-hard already but he doesn’t have a real answer for it. He watches Alex move into his fist, sighing softly with his boxers pushed down to his knees and his shirt rucked up. He looks distracted, focusing his energy. “Slower,” Charles advises with a slur on his lips.

Alex’s eyes flick up curiously but his movements keep their efficient pace. Charles moves up to him, ushering a thigh between Alex’s legs and setting the glass down behind him. He grabs Alex at his bare waist, cold fingers tracing his hipbones. His other hand wraps around Alex’s fist, stilling his rush. “Slower,” he repeats, the command clear in his voice.

Alex’s breath hitches, free hand closing around Charles’ shirt. “God, yeah.”

Usually, they wait until Alex’s glow gets too close to a blast before slowing down and refocusing. But Alex isn’t even riled up and he’s already moaning into Charles’ skin. Everything feels magnified by the intimacy of Charles coaxing him into the climb, not just controlling the fall, with his fingers closed dry on Alex’s dick.

Charles breezes into his mind and watches the sparks of lust fan into plasma before cutting them apart. Alex is getting good at this himself, but his skin is always a degree or two shy of too hot to bear. By the time the orgasm is reaching its crest, Charles is lost. All he can feel is the wrap of Alex’s mind, hot and writhing with fight. Alex himself has his face buried in Charles’ neck, his palm pawing frantically at Charles’ collarbone and his other arm hugging Charles’ shoulders.

Alex’s orgasm is strong, his mouth open in a loud groan as he spills into Charles’ hand. Charles rubs his back, soothingly as his breathing relaxes. Alex doesn’t wait, though, before he scrapes his fingernails down Charles’ chest, brushing past a hardened nipple. Charles’ hands still low on his back as Alex deftly undoes Charles’ belt and trousers.

“Alex,” he breathes in warning, but his voice is soft, pleading.

Alex brushes his mouth over Charles’ neck, fleetingly, “Come on, Charles. I know you want to come. It’s okay. I want you to.”

He wraps his long fingers around Charles’ dick and strokes the resistance out of him. A high blush appears on his cheeks and Charles wets his lips, hips jerking. Alex moves his hand slowly and tight, whispering encouragement into Charles’ earlobe and it only takes a bit for him to come with his hands tight on Alex’s hips.

Collected, Alex cleans up with a handkerchief he procures from his pocket and tucks them both away. With his head clear, Charles feels the guilt crawling up his throat. There’s not enough alcohol in his system for him to blame this on its influence. This was supposed to be about Alex and Charles’ has just crossed the very thin line he promised himself he wouldn’t.

“I’d better go to bed,” Alex says finally.

He extracts himself from Alex, stepping backwards until his back hits the wall. “I’ll—uh, night, yes, good night.”

“Good night,” he calls over his shoulder, eyes hidden and the door slams shut behind him louder than usual.

Charles spends a few minutes slouched in one of the leather chairs, collecting his breath and his shame. He berates himself for a good twenty minutes until his legs function properly again. He leaves the study and finds Erik leaning against the opposite wall. Upon seeing him, Erik’s mischievously amused expression drops into a scowl. No doubt, he expected someone else to walk out of that room. Before Charles can process the sudden pang of his thoughts, Erik marches away.


The next morning, Alex finds himself awake at an unusually early hour. He tosses and turns for a bit, but ultimately decides he’s not going to get anymore sleep. He heads out for a run in the dark and works up a sweat until he finds Raven sitting on a patch of grass, seemingly waiting for him. The sun is rising over the distance and it frames her in a warm glow. Her blond hair falls over her shoulders, gently tossing in the wind.

“What the hell is Hank’s problem?” he asks by way of greeting.

She frowns at him, “Leave Hank—“

“If I were him, I would be all over you,” he cuts her off, dropping next to her on the grass and reaching for the water bottle at her feet.

“Would you?” she flits into her blue skin, tone bitter and challenging.

Alex glances at her sideways, her ridged skin and slender thighs, smooth skin meeting intricate textures. He eyes the dip of her hips and the hollow of her shoulder blades before looking back to her face. Her eyes are almost blinding in the sunlight. “Yeah, I would.”

She clears her throat and returns to her blond form, looking away. “Thanks.”

He shrugs.

“Either way, I doubt I’m the Xavier you want.”

Alex considers lying, drinking from the bottle to buy time, “So now you both read minds.”

Ravens stays quiet and because he’s watching the grass, is startled when she presses her chest against his back and hugs his waist, chin propped on his shoulder. “Uh, what?”

Raven’s sigh falls across his neck, “I know how hard it is to love Charles.”

“Who said anything about love?” he asks, turning to face her. She buries her nose in his shoulder and glances at him, loud spoken in her silence. Alex hates that he has no self-preservation when it comes to Charles and hates that it is so obvious. His shoulders droop and she tightens her hold on him. The sun glides higher into the sky and in response shades it a clear blue before he speaks again. “He’s into Erik.”

Raven sighs, resting her cheek on his shoulder and part of him can’t see past the fact she neither confirmed nor denied his claim, but the other part is struck with a sudden wave of nostalgia. He misses Scott. He misses having a family, being completely comfortable in one single space, with his mother and his father. He hopes they’re all alive and well but can’t seem to swallow the knot in his throat. It must’ve been nice for Charles to have such a loving sister.

“Have you eaten?”

Alex shakes his head.

“C’mon, I’ll make you breakfast and then you can give me a foot rub,” she rubs his shoulder gently before extracting herself, “I need to go grocery shopping later in town. If you come with me, I’ll let you hold my purse,” she stands and offers him a hand.

“Then can we braid each other’s hair?”

She runs her hand through his sweat-damp hair and makes an unpleasant face. “You’ll have to wash yours first.”

The laugh he gives her feels light in his chest.


Breakfast is a small affair; they take their plates into the living room to eat over the news. When they finish eating, Alex rubs gently at the soles of her feet and chews a toothpick. Sean and Hank wander around, casting them curious glances until Raven gets fed up with their comments, which is to say, as soon as Hank shows.

They part agreeing to meet in half an hour and head into town for the day. Freshly showered and changed, Alex heads out to meet Raven, actually short on time. The hot water always distracts him once he steps under it. Thinking of the spray down his back, easing the ache in his muscles, he runs into Charles, turning a corner, head butting him.

“Oh, fuck, sorry, are you alright?”

Charles rubs his forehead where he’s been hit, “I think so.”

“Here, let me see, it’s red,” Alex slaps his hand away and feels the spot himself, prodding gently and removing It when Charles hisses. “It’s a bit tender, it might get swollen, but you’ll live.”

Charles smiles, “Thank you, Dr. Summers.”

Alex grins shamelessly and suddenly the lump in his throat is back and Charles is gazing at him curiously. Memories of last night rush back, his name falling across the red of Charles’ mouth, the steady breaths in his chest shredded, Charles’ power in his mind. There he recognizes that is fear closing his airway. Motivated by his own cowardice, Alex tilts his chin down to close the air between them. On the last breath before their mouths meet, Charles pulls away, studying the ground.

“We, uh, we shouldn’t do--shouldn’t kiss.”

Alex tightens his jaw, stepping back, ashamed and embarrassed of his own childish attachments. “Right.”

“Alex, listen—“ Charles begins quietly.

He doesn’t need to hear this. “No, you’re right. I crossed the line. Not just now, either, but last night, too.” Charles looks up abruptly as if to say something but Alex tunnels on. “It’s okay, I know I made a mistake, and I admit to it. I’m not a child—“

“I don’t think you are—“

“We shouldn’t train anymore.”

Something twisted crosses Charles’ features and he closes his mouth, lips thinning. It looks like hurt but Alex doesn’t know and he doesn’t want to know. “If that’s what you want.”

“It is.”

Charles nods, “Right, I was only trying to help you.”

“I recognize that. I don’t need you to anymore.” He wrings his hands for a second before he thinks of how that must look and stuffs them into his pockets, instead. “I have to go now.”

“Right, go on.”

Alex leaves him standing in the hallway and he can feel Charles’ gaze between his shoulder blades but can’t bring himself to look back.


Charles wasn’t sure what to expect after that talk. Alex and he never set real rules before but he could not have expected that their extra time together meant more than training to Charles. Then again, after what had Charles done to discourage the idea after Alex brought him to completion the night before? He wasn’t expecting Alex to stop training with him but maybe he should have. He’s selfish for not thinking of it before hand.

Still, when they’re in the same room, there are no awkward glances or passive aggressive comments. There is nothing childish about his behavior. Even with Raven’s arm around his waist, his arm around her shoulders, Alex is as friendly as ever with hardly a resentful glint in his eye. He makes jokes with Sean during his training; he teases Hank as maliciously as ever. He steers clear of the third floor but he smiles at Charles like nothing is wrong. And his mind is as quiet as ever.

Erik hadn’t said anything Charles didn’t already know--he’s young, impressionable, what are you doing?--but Erik’s voice is louder than anyone else’s voice. It never leaves him be, beating at the back of his head like the thump of a heart beneath the floorboards.

Sitting in the library that night, less than ten hours after their conversation, Charles decides he hates it. He spent the entire day busy and going back and forth all day—with Erik’s cynicism bleeding at the back of his mind every time he thought of Alex—was exhausting. He runs the house, plans with Hank, discusses the concept of beauty with Raven, fights with Erik, and trains Sean but at the end of the day, there is no more Alex.

He cancels his nightly chess game and heads to the library. He wasn’t actually expecting to find anyone inside but his stomach clenches when he finds it empty anyway. It doesn’t even smell like Alex’s cigarettes anymore, just leather and old books.

It’s too quiet and he sits at his father’s desk, thumbing through a book in Spanish. He goes through six books before he gives up pretending he’s not just stalling for time—for Alex—and he heads to bed.

Charles slips under the blankets but can’t sleep for a while, too cold to be comfortable, and he thinks he deserves this.

Part Three

Date: 2011-09-18 10:09 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] everhaunting.livejournal.com
I think I tell you this every time, but every time I see my tag I smile. I always think of you saying I gave that bitch a tag, Bitches love tags. :D So this is me. Trying to breath cause I'm all congested and sneeze-y and cough-y cause I'm now sick thanks to a second party who won't be mentioned at this time and point. Oh yeah I should be commenting on the actual fic, but I have nothing left to say. You know everything that I'm thinking.

Date: 2011-09-21 01:57 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofvanity.livejournal.com
Oh, you. I forgive you for getting me sick. JAYYKAYY, you were invaluable in this, you were.

Some thoughts...

Date: 2011-09-18 11:04 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] realpestilence.livejournal.com
1) Charles, if you think that's "training", you might want to re-examine your understanding of the concept. The same goal could be achieved by provoking Alex with anger or fear-but you chose masturbation? lol

2) I doubt Erik is all that worried about Alex for his sake. He was perfectly fine with the guy getting some in the study until he saw who it was with. Given that Alex has survived prison, and so he is, while being oddly socialized, not innocent; and given that Erik's idea of being ~helpful is to shove a teenager off a satellite in the hopes that they're right and he'll fly, I think he should "back right off". lol

3) Hank needs a slap upside the head, but then I feel that to be true in most fics, just on general purposes. \0/

4) I like the budding friendship between Alex and Raven; and I like Alex's calm acceptance of the situation with Charles-at least outwardly. Whatever he might be thinking deep down, he's not acting out about it.

5) There's something about Charle's pov that is both sensual and a bit uncomfortable, I don't know why. I enjoy it, but I feel kinda creepy about that. ~thoughtful face

I like your fic. I never thought about this pairing, but you're showing it has great potential. INDEED.
Edited Date: 2011-09-18 11:05 pm (UTC)


Date: 2011-09-21 02:07 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofvanity.livejournal.com
1+2. Charles' methods are questionable at best, really. Erik's motives are also questionable. These people, smh. :D

3+4. I think canon!Hank needs a slap, too, but I totally used him here for Alex and Raven to become friends. I'm glad you caught that about him, I've always thought he would be a calmer person, prison isn't exactly a place for hopscotch and parties, so I thought that might work.

5. It's alright, I feel a little creepy for intending him to be uncomfortably sensual.

I don't even. Thank you so much, for venturing into this pairing, for reading, for the feedback, for all of it, really. Thank you, ♥

Date: 2011-09-19 05:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-am-negotiable.livejournal.com
HAPPY DANCE. I love the relationship between Alex and Raven in this part (mostly because Jennifer Lawrence is one of my biggest girl crushes), and there was a kiss! I didn't expect one so soon! Therefore - happy dance!

Your Alex is really superb. The portrayal in the film was just too light; there's really this tragic hero to him. But that's what fic is for!

Date: 2011-09-21 01:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] everhaunting.livejournal.com
So, can we best friends? Because I like the way you think... :D

Date: 2011-09-21 12:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-am-negotiable.livejournal.com
Pft, of course. Go friend me, now! You, me, and [livejournal.com profile] ofvanity can have a giant threesome.

Date: 2011-09-21 10:43 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] everhaunting.livejournal.com

Date: 2011-09-21 11:26 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofvanity.livejournal.com
I suppose I should get the handcuffs. :D

Date: 2011-09-21 11:30 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-am-negotiable.livejournal.com
You'd best bring something to this party! I'll bring...my expertise?!

Date: 2011-09-21 02:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofvanity.livejournal.com
It's funny, because I wrote their entire encounter because I just watched Winter's Bone and fell completely in love with her.

As far as length goes, I wanted to make this longer and pace it properly but school just started and it is mutilating my schedule, so I figured I should just close this up so I have one less thing to worry about. Maybe I'll write small side-fics though, I like this verse.

Thank you so much, I thought they got his character too simple, too, but as you said. :D

Thank you so much, though, for reading and the kind words and for shipping this pairing. There needs to be more of this. ;D

Date: 2011-09-21 12:53 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-am-negotiable.livejournal.com
There needs to be soooo much more of this ship, even if it's just us writing it! I'm hoping to get around to more eventually...and I'll do my best to bully you into doing more! Because that's what I am...a big bully...clearly.

Date: 2011-09-23 03:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofvanity.livejournal.com
No wonder I've been feeling some Stockholm Syndrome.


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