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Warnings in PART ONE.
There is also a PART TWO.


For breakfast, Charles eats oatmeal with Erik, ignoring the undercurrent of inquiry about Alex that Erik is trying to hide. He’s exhausted and the oatmeal actually isn’t all that great but he can’t seem to put it down. Alex enters and Charles watches him smile and stretch groggily but knows none of those smiles are for him.

He can't remember when it started burning the back of his throat so much.

-

Left without much to do, Charles heads to the library with Erik to make up for the missed chess game. Alex wanders in halfway through the game, Raven beckoning him to the couch with a book. Charles tries to ignore the way he cuddles with Raven, throwing an arm over her shoulders. She settles against him as he opens up to his page.

Charles tries to watch the game but fails for the most part, despite Erik murmuring taunts to him over the board. He can’t stand listening to Alex’ thoughts as they rush by but never reaching out touch them. He wonders if he and Alex will ever be the same again—what they were before their training sessions began—but rapidly dismisses it. Maybe it was having a taste of him that changed it but Charles can’t stand the idea of sharing a book on religious theory without sprawling in his lap and kissing his neck, his chest, threading his fingers in Alex’s hair and inhaling that peppermint smell. He can’t stand the idea of never following those thoughts, never having that peace, that privacy.

Charles. Stop staring at him, Raven’s voice rings clear in his mind. Charles glances at her to frown at how Alex’s fingers are drifting down her arm, an absent minded caress.

You two are getting on famously these days, Charles moves a pawn, for show.

We’re friends, Charles. Didn’t you notice that you and Darwin were the only people he talked to?

Before him, Erik chirps, “Check.”

Charles frowns at the board, removing his king from further damage belatedly. He returns his attention to Raven when he hears the thrum of Alex’s mind sharpen and grow louder and inelegant, like untuned violins. Charles glances up to find him staring off into the distance with the book open in his lap, forgotten. His caresses to Raven’s arm have stilled and Charles watches until Erik interjects again, “Check.”

Charles moves his king out again and startles when he glances up again to find Alex glaring at him. Then the violins come to a screeching halt, and all that is left is the usual pitter-patter of rain. Doesn’t it bother you?

Charles’ brow furrows, Beg pardon?

Doesn’t it tire you out? Do we stop when you’re away? How powerful are you? How many of us are there?

Charles frowns at the board, not because Erik has just toppled his king, but because he doesn’t understand what Alex is asking with his eyes so wide. Alex, calm down, I don’t understand.

Can’t you calm me down? Can’t you just make me in your image?

Alex, I don’t do that and you know it. Please, calm down, what is the matter?


The book he was holding falls out of his hands and to the floor with a thud. Despite Raven’s wary glances he keeps his gaze leveled at Charles, furious and Charles can only watch him. You lectured me about freedom but what is free when you are inside my mind? How am I an individual if you can come and go from my mind as you please?

Charles, what are you doing?, Raven and Erik demand in unison.

You said you didn’t mind. Charles tries to keep the ache from the words. He didn’t expect a lot of things from Alex but this didn’t even cross his mind.

I’ve changed my mind, Alex hisses, standing, “Or maybe you did it for me,” he prompts and storms out.

Ignoring Erik and Raven, Charles stands and picks up the book Alex was reading. He only needs to read the title, Discourse on the Method, before running after him. He catches Alex in the hallways grabbing his wrist to turn him around. “Alex, wait.”

“What for?” he snaps, pulling his wrist out of Charles’ grasp.

“Tell me—tell me what happened.” Charles knows what happened, he’s read the book but he needs Alex to organize this for himself. “Talk to me.”

Alex sets his jaw but begins anyway. “Descartes said ‘I think, therefore I am’, my existence is proven by my mind. All my thoughts feed back to you, whether I want them to or not. You define my existence. With you, I am not an individual; I am whatever you want me to be.”

“Yes, but that’s what—“

“Everything we are, you are, too. Does that make you a thief, trifling through what doesn’t belong to you? Or does that make you a celestial being? Are we real? Are you real? Or will you cease to exist if no one has faith in you? After that last war, I doubt any people have faith in anyone, let alone a thief.”

“But, Alex, you can’t think—“ Charles bites his tongue on his own word choice, scrambling to calm the panic.

His eyes darken, “Can’t I? How many of us are there? Have you created the world at your will or only two or three select beings? That makes us your playthings, doesn’t it?”

“Alex, stop.”

“Make me” he mocks.

“No,” Charles spits back, startling Alex into silence with demand in his voice. “You read the philosophy. Descartes said you prove your own existence even in doubt. Especially in doubt!” he exclaims, he can feel the blood rushing at the back of his head, like the start of a migraine, “I don’t control you, nor would I ever treat you as something to be controlled. I am not God, Alex, and you are not my plaything.”

A frown creases his lips, the whirring of his thoughts starting up again. Collecting his breath and willing himself to calm down, Charles can hear the echoes of Raven and Erik arguing in the library. Alex is hesitant, working through something himself before he speaks. When he does, his voice is hesitant but much calmer. “Right, wait, no. Okay, no. I prove my existence to me, I challenge, I exist, I am individual, but what proves my existence to you?”

“What?” It’s been a long time since Charles has allowed himself to wonder this.

“I know I exist. But do you? Kids have imaginary friends all the time, but you have so much power, how well do you know your own abilities?” His eyes flicker across Charles’ face, but he keeps talking. “How do you know I’m not a manifestation of your subconscious? How do you know you aren’t projecting all the images for yourself?”

Charles thinks of his first three weeks with Raven, convinced she was nothing but a hallucination and he was, in all actuality, insane. She used to snuggle with him during thunderstorm, fearing the flash of lightning and it seemed almost hysterical.

“I don’t, I suppose,” he admits, “I have to trust that you are.”

All the fight seems to dissipate and his thoughts return to their usual vibration, laced with an edge of understanding. Charles watches him frown, the hallway empty and Raven berating Erik about something unintelligible in the library. His eyes are dark from the backlighting but Charles can hear what is behind them and it’s always so calm, even though chances are Alex understands because he’s had hallucinations of his own. All that time in solitary confinement.

He isn’t exactly sure why—maybe it’s that there too many people invested in this when it used to be just him and Alex burning alone in the bunker, maybe it’s the way his mind works, intricately mature, yet somehow still developing. It might be the way he’s given Charles a glance at the core of raw power, or the way Alex has burned him--but he can’t help himself but to lean forward and kiss Alex’s mouth.

It’s over before Alex realizes it, just a fleeting, hesitant touch. When he opens his eyes, Alex is watching him and all the anger is back, revived like fire and stronger than Alex’s confusion earlier. “I thought you said I wasn’t your plaything.”

“You’re not,” Charles insists quickly.

“Then what are you doing?”

“I missed you,” he confesses to them both.

Alex’s face darkens, “I told you I don’t want to keep doing our so-called training arrangement—”

“No, no, this isn’t like that. I don’t want that either, that’s not what I meant by—”

“For fuck’s sake, Charles—“

“I want you, Alex,” Charles closes his hands at Alex’s wrists to keep him in place. “I want to be with you, as in exclusively. I want to relax in the study with you and read all those terrible volumes and smoke. I want to sleep next to you and smell your--your hair smells like peppermint, did you know? Where are you getting this peppermint shampoo?—and just be with you. I want all of it. I even want Raven’s snappy and inappropriate comments about us. I mean, can we just. Can we—together? Can we be just us?”

Alex’s eyebrows raise into his hairline like he’s unimpressed but his pulse is racing wildly under Charles’ thumb. Instead of letting him try to find a hole in Charles’ desperation, Charles opens his mind to let all the Maybes tumble into Alex. His eyes widen and the whispers of their minds brushing collect against each other like low cello chords. As the music subsides, Alex kisses him, just as hesitant and chaste as Charles was before.

Blood roaring in his ears, Charles leaves his wrist to grasp his hip and pull him in. The other claps at the back of his skull, as Charles licks gently inside his mouth, touching the ridges of his teeth. Alex’s lips part instantly, hands closed at Charles side, wrinkling his dress shirt. A second and third kiss skate by, ushered in between warm reception and their panting breaths. Charles can feel the blood at the back of his neck when Alex blushes and finds it merciful that the blush is for him.

When they break apart, Alex’s hand closes around Charles’ wrist and he leads him out of the hallway, up the staircase, to his room.

-

Alex wakes up sometime later to impatient rapping at his door. He extricates himself from the bed and pulls a pair of jeans on the floor up to his waist before hastily buttoning them. He opens the door to find Raven, grinning beatifically at him, and squints in the assault of light from the hallway. Her laughter is deep and loud, “Look at you!” she pinches his chest where bruises have already formed.

Too groggy to be properly awake, Alex scowls at her and pushes her back so he can step into the hallway and close the door behind him. “Whaddya want?” he murmurs, rubbing sleep from his eyes.

“Well, I came to see if you were hungry so we could make dinner but it looks like you already ate. Or he ate you, Jesus, those actually look painful,” she muses, prodding his chest with her index finger.

Alex gives her a sleepy smile and yawns.

“So did you two work out all your issues?”

“More or less,” Alex shrugs then pauses, rethinking his answer, “Less.”

“Well, did you two talk about Erik?”

“No, we just talked about us, I guess. Sort of.”

Raven frowns, crossing her arms over her chest. “That’s not...”

“Yeah, I know.”

“Should I leave you to it then?”

“No, no, it’s not the kind of conversation I want to be having right now. I’ll meet you in the kitchen,” he yawns again, “in, like, ten minutes. We’ll make pasta or something.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m fucking starving.”

Raven nods dismissively and heads back down the hallway, towards the kitchen. Alex heads back inside the room. He relaxes in the contained warmth inside and slips back into bed, curling up against Charles and kissing his bare shoulder. “Mmm,” he murmurs sleepily, “Who was at the door?”

“Your sister and her inappropriate comments.”

“I’m sorry I missed that,” Charles mumbles.

Alex kisses the shell of his ear, “Are you still sleepy?”

“Mhmm,” Charles hums, “Sleep forever.”

“Well, I’m going to make dinner, okay?”

Charles grunts his disapproval but doesn’t reach out for Alex when he stands. Alex changes but doesn’t leave until he sees Charles has fallen back to sleep.

-

In the kitchen, Raven is already heating the water when he gets there. He helps her make the sauce and prepare the meat but mostly his job consists of taking orders and changing the radio station when Raven is bored of the current one. After the fourth time of flipping through all the stations with no avail, Alex just turns the radio off instead. “We’ll just talk.”

“About what? You’re not that interesting,” she chides playfully.

Alex has a secondary motive, though. “Did I hear you fighting with Magneto earlier?”

Raven shrugs, “Something like that.”

“What happened?” Alex asks.

“What would you do if I left?” Raven asks suddenly, spinning around to face him. She drops her schoolgirl form and glares at Alex challengingly.

“What? Where are you going?”

“I’m not saying I will, I’m asking what would happen if I did? I mean, if.”

“Does this have to do with the fight you had with Magneto?”

“Not really. I mean,” she makes a obscure hand gesture that tells Alex nothing, “I’ve been thinking, but. That’s not the point. What would you do if I left?”

“Uh, I, I mean, it doesn’t matter what I think. Is leaving what you want?”

Raven’s gaze drifts to the window, eyes glassy. “I don’t know. I don’t want to leave you but I don’t think there’s another way. I mean, I can’t stay here, Alex. Nothing is--but I’m not happy here. I don’t understand, I don’t know why but I can’t. I mean, Alex, I’m just not this person--”

“Hey, hey, Raven,” Alex closes his arms around her shoulder, caging her in a tight hug, more for his own comfort than for hers. “It’s okay, I’m not going to stop you. I’m not going to stop you. I’m not going to stop you,” he chants in the race of his heart beat.

She breathes deeply against him, rattling her shoulders in a shudder. After a pause, her breath steadies against his chest, calming both of them down. “I’ll miss you. I won’t stop you.”

“Will you hate me?”

“Of course not, I couldn’t,” he says, hugging her closer.

“Will he?”

Alex almost doesn’t hear her, the words whispered into the fabric of his shirt. But when they register, he retracts, watching her eyes flick between him and the ground as he grips her shoulders.“No. No, never, he would never.”

Her hands fist the front of his shirt, and she breathes deeply before her eyes turn back to him and in them is something far fiercer than Alex has ever seen. “What will you do if I leave?”

Alex watches her face harden and the frown slip away into a thin, expectant line. It’s almost startling--they’ve only been close friends for two or three days but it feels natural and long-standing--that he knows exactly what she wants him to say. The words practically form of their volition, “I’ll take care of Charles and Sean and Hank. I’ll take care of the house.”

There’s a glint of approval in her eyes but she can respond, Sean appears as if called by the sound of his name. He’s smiling from the doorway and Raven slips back into her blond figure, “Are you guys making food?”

The moment is over but Alex can feel that Raven is one step closer to being at peace with herself and he can’t hold that against her.

-

When he wakes up alone, Charles heads out of Alex’s room after a quick collection of his clothes in the dark. He makes it back to his room for a quick shower and locates everyone mentally. It’s late evening and most of the house is asleep. Erik is in the library, reading and Alex is in their study, but everyone else is down for the night. Charles dresses for bed but heads for the study.

Alex is sitting on the desk, legs dangling over the edge, kicking back and forth absently. He straightens when Charles enters, smiling softly. “You’re up.”

“I am,” Charles smirks, “You feeling well?”

Alex shrugs, “Fine. I’m just not a daytime sleeper. You missed dinner. There should be some leftovers though, if you’re hungry.”

Charles stands at his knees, closing his hands on Alex’s where they grip the desk. “I’m alright.”

Alex flips his right hand up to twine their fingers, “We should probably talk, though, huh?”

“I said my piece,” Charles begins, spreading Alex’s knees with his hips to stand closer. “I don’t mean to take any of it back” he uses his free hand to guide Alex into a kiss. It’s simple but full of promise and Alex doesn’t fight it but he still has the frown creasing his forehead. Charles kisses him again, helpless against Alex’s pouty mouth.

“What about Erik?” Alex asks when they part.

Charles sighs, figuring he should have seen this coming. Of course his unhealthy relationship with Erik would hinder his attempts at a healthy relationship with Alex. “I’ve said this once and I will continue to say it. Erik is not and will never be my boyfriend. When I said I wanted us to be exclusive, I meant exclusive.”

“That doesn’t mean you don’t want…” he lets the last word go unspoken, releasing Charles’ hand and staring at where his knees bracket Charles’ hips.

An ache cuts through Charles’ body, furious with himself and Erik and Alex and everyone, for having their hand in this. He’s furious for everything that he missed, for avoiding the problem, for everything that puts that frown on Alex’s face. He tips Alex’s chin up slowly, and the angry blush across his cheeks is maddening. “I do not. I do not want that. Or him. Don’t, ever, think that. Okay? Have you got that?”

Alex chews his lip, nodding, but his eyes swoop away. Charles kisses him again, holding Alex against him so their chests are thudding against each other. This kiss lasts longer than the others but is no dirtier or heavier, however, just the gentle brush of lips and light tongue strokes, somehow conveying affection and patience.

Winded, they catch their breaths for a second, Charles breathing hot down Alex’s shirt, nipping gently at his collarbone where his shirt begins. Alex can feel his blood begin to stir as Charles sucks bruises into the patches of skin he can reach. He slides his hands around Charles waist, past the curve of his ass to grip possessively and tug him closer. Charles moans quietly into his mouth and assists Alex in the undoing of his pajama bottoms’ drawstring. Before he lets them fall to the floor, he retrieves a small lube bottle from his pocket.

Alex smirks lightly, “Wow, I think I should be offended,” he says, removing Charles’ boxers as well.

Charles shrugs, “I like to be prepared.”

Alex lifts off the desk helpfully as Charles wrestles down his pants and pajama bottoms in one go. Kicking them off, he lies back, warming the wood underneath him with the quick flash of fever he gets when Xavier leans over the desk to kiss his thighs. Charles rubs his cheeks at Alex’s hipbones, breathing heavily on his growing erection before mercilessly closing his mouth around Alex’s cock. He laps dutifully at the underside and suckles the crown with obscene noises.

The desk isn’t very large, Alex’s head rests on it just enough to be bearable but his thighs are comfortable, the edge of the desk meeting the back of his knees. Alex can hear it but hardly registers it when the lube cap snaps. Working carefully on Alex’s cock, Charles’ hands appear inside his thighs, coating them in lube and warming the liquid with small circle patterns. Alex‘s breath is hitching, his back lifting off the desk in anticipation, “Come here,” he murmurs anxiously.

Charles rucks up his shirt as he goes, exposing a lean belly and the beginnings of a thin sheen of sweat. He licks gently at Alex’s navel, blowing cool air over it before hiking a knee up on the desk. He settles himself over Alex, careful of his weight and meeting his mouth in a heated kiss, far more desperate than before and their teeth clack.

When the kiss ends, Alex pulls both of their shirts off and tosses them away then pulls Charles down over him for full body contact. He clenches his thighs and takes Charles’s half-hard dick, guiding him between his thighs where he is slick with lube.

The first few thrusts are experimental, Charles rocking down to figure the best position for the both of them. Once Charles builds a rhythm with his dick between the heat of Alex’s body, he takes Alex in hand and works him in time. He grinds between his thighs, shuddering helplessly when Alex relaxes and clenches his muscles. His hand around Alex’s dick is calm, carefully steady as to not upset Alex’s focus.

The plasma is building steadily, angry red and white, shoving to burst out of Alex but he keeps his mind clear, focusing on the energy of the orgasm, the slide of Charles between his legs, his weight above him, the warmth of his mouth and his hands, the heavy oak desk underneath him. He’s gathered a considerable amount of skill in meditation and ever since having the secondary training sessions with Charles, he’s grown far more self-aware. Of course, there have been moments where he slips and almost kills them but Charles never strays far from his mind.

The wood creaks gently as Charles grinds between his thighs, the exquisite slide brushing against his balls and his body with unbearable warmth. Charles gasps his name, rocking down and biting his lips when Alex clenches around him.

Alex doesn’t hold out for long, this much concentration is exhausting, and that’s something to improve on but they’re not quite there yet. He comes with a shudder, the violent energy somehow the farthest thing from this white wash of power and pleasure. Poised in bliss, he sucks Charles’ fingers into his mouth, lapping at them hotly and flexing his muscles around Charles until his hips stutter and he slumps against Alex with come pooling between his legs and their chests, dripping onto the desk.

Coming off the high, Charles kisses him with the same patience and ease that began this unbidden moment in the study and murmurs praise into his mouth. Alex kisses back until his breath Is gone and the word, “Exclusive,” drifts between them in a whisper.

-

They wake up some time the next day, stacked awkwardly against each other in Charles’ room with the blinds open and the sun glaring in. Alex stands rapidly and shuts them before sliding back into bed and Charles hugging his chest from behind. He feels the phantom press of a kiss at the nape of his neck and settles back. The next time they wake up, he migrates back towards Charles and presses himself against Charles’ back. He shivers when he finds Charles’ skin cool to the touch, but he stays anyway and sleep comes easily.

-

President Kennedy’s address shakes Alex out of his reverie. He pads around the house afterwards with Raven’s nails digging into the inside of his palm. Erik and Charles disappeared after the announcement, seemingly having made up in the name of more important issues. Hank has locked himself in his lab and Sean goes out to practice his flying. Somewhere near her floor, they part and Alex watches the slope of her back as she walks away.

He showers, standing under the wash of heat and breathes erratically against the tile. The water is running loudly, pattering at his back and down his throat, limitless and warm, but he hears it as soon as Charles enters the room. He listens to him bang around the room for a bit before he turns the water off. Charles feels equally good against his skin.

With a towel wrapped loosely at his hips, he heads into the room to find Charles aggressively opening mail with a letter opener. “Xavier?” he asks gently.

Alex isn’t sure where he picked up the name but it seems fitting at this point in their relationship. No one else calls him Xavier and it feels specific to Alex alone, something only available to him. Charles wilts at the sound of it, dropping the mail and the blade on the counter. He turns to face Alex and his scowl disappears completely.

“Well, well, well, is all this for me?” he asks coyly, lightly tracing the line of Alex’s hipbone that appears where the towel ends.

Alex scoffs, “Not with that corny line. What’s the matter?”

Charles sighs, pulling on the towel to release it and drape it over Alex’s shoulders. He doesn’t look at Alex, though, and with the President’s speech, Alex should be expecting this. “Is it Erik?”

Charles eyes flash angrily, “He is not the center of the goddamn universe, Alex. Not all my problems stems from him.”

Undeterred by his outburst, Alex says, “But this one is.”

The anger is gone again and Charles opens his mouth speak but decides against it sighs. Alex towel-dries his hair and crosses to the dresser for some clothes. He’s facing away from Charles when he feels him hugging his waist. Alex doesn’t relax but doesn’t push him away. “Let’s get out of here, yeah?”

“It’s late already, where do you want to go?”

Charles shrugs, “Just for a drive. Please?”

“What about everyone else?”

“No,” he says, nosing at the shell of Alex’s ear, “just you and me. Just for a small while. C’mon, say yes.”

“Yes.”

-


Alex can’t help the grin that splits his face when Charles drives out of the garage in a Grand Pontiac Prix. Charles leans out of the driver’s side window and shrugs, “I’ve been known to make spectacular decisions during Spring Break.”

“This car just came out this year, Charles.”

“Tuesdays also warrant spectacular decisions.”

Alex laughs and slides into the passenger seat. The car is impressive, he must admit, and Charles is surprisingly loose in the handling of it. He tears through the grounds and out onto the road, hitting 80 and 90, the gravel rising in dust clouds behind them. His turns are sloppy and burn the tire rubber with delighted screeches.

They’re silent, though, the wind whipping past them and silent elation burned inside their throats. Charles takes them in no direction, past the satellites, through empty fields and endless country roads. Alex keeps his hand on the inside of Charles’ knee and breathes cold air. At the end of a particular field, he relaxes against his seat and winds the car down to a normal speed before parking at the edge of a desolate road.

They scramble out of the car and spread themselves on the hood, curdled together against the night chill. Charles turns into his neck, kissing his jaw and his chin before kissing his lips.

Alex hasn’t forgotten about the night’s earlier events and when the kissing stops, he fingers the small hairs at the base of Charles’ skull, “Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not particularly,” Charles sighs, turning back to the night sky. Before Alex can encourage him, though, Charles says, “He’s just so adamant that he’s right. He’s so adamant that he’s doing the right thing and it’s alarming. What am I supposed to do? We sleep just a hallway away from each other. But, obviously, he hasn’t killed us, because I am trying to help him take care of Shaw, but what happens after that? What use is left of me? Sometimes, I swear, Alex, I know he won’t allow whatever relationship we sort-of have stand in his way. He won’t let me stand in the way. It’s all a game to him; it’s all a giant fucking chess board.”

“Do you know what Shaw did to him to make him so angry?”

Charles glances at him then turns back to the sky. “Yes. I know what he did,” then shakes his head, “But it’s not my place to tell. You wouldn’t want to hear it.”

Alex nods, “I know, it’s alright. But what about tomorrow? What is going to happen tomorrow?”

“I don’t know. He might leave. I can’t talk any sense into him. He’ll probably go back to hunting Nazis or whatever he did before that. That’s if we stop nuclear war from erupting," he sighs heavily. "I just--I don’t know.”

Alex is silent, listening to the sounds of night and Charles’ breathing. He can’t bring himself to say anything so he clings to Charles and breathes inside his hollow mouth, willing tomorrow to pass and the world to stop crashing.

-

They return to the mansion sometime near midnight with beatific smiles and scuffed jeans. They step out of the car and meet near the hood, arms twined carelessly over expanses of chest and the small of Charles’ back. They sit on the hood of the car and drink out of paper cups from a restaurant. Alex laughs, wild and open and his gaze flickers to the house.

The light in Erik’s room is off but Erik is holding open the curtain, watching.

Charles places wet kisses on Alex’s lips, licking at his lips to prod them open. “Y’know,” he says between kisses, “I always— wondered why—your breath smells like—mmm---vanilla.”

Alex snickers with a hand on Charles’ chest to talk in full sentences. “I love their milkshakes. I go there all the time, I figured you’d have picked that up already.

Charles grunts noncommittally, “I don’t pick everything up. It’s not my business unless you tell me it is. Like, that scar on your back, right below your shoulder blade? That is a very nice scar but I have no idea how you got it,” he smiles, “and that’s fine.”

“That’s a really funny story, actually. This one time, Scott and I were bored, right?” he smiles as Charles’ eyebrows climb into his hairline, “and so we stole a jet-ski from this jet-ski rental place, but there was a riptide current that day and” Alex laughs wholeheartedly at the look of complete disapproval on Charles’ face. “Y’know, I’ll tell you that story some other time.”

Instead he grabs Charles by the lapels of his jacket, kissing him until their teeth clack and Alex catches his lower lip in a gently bite. “Xavier,” he says in sing-song, “We’ve got an audience.”

Charles sighs but doesn’t turn to see who it is. “We should go inside.”

“And deny him the show?” Alex shimmies against him, “I don’t think so.”

“Hey,” Charles says, tipping his chin back to catch his gaze. “He doesn’t get to have this. He doesn’t get to see you like this.”

“I was joking,” Alex rolls his eyes.

“I know, but, I like this. I like having you all to myself. I don’t owe him anything.” It surprises both of them how easily the words follow each other. “Let’s go inside so it can be just you and just me and forget him. Please.”

Alex glances at the window and nods back at Charles and they slip into Alex’s room, with the door locked and the room warm, and fall asleep against each other without the curtains and without the audiences.

-

Charles is waking up when he hears Alex. There room is silent, the bed is cold beside him and Alex is up already, sighing in trepidation. Charles isn’t even properly awake; sleep comes easier these days, with Alex’s ribs flat against his own when they lie in bed together. Alex is leaning against the window with the blinds open just enough for dawn to break through the room.

He’s in deep thought; Charles can hear the buzzing, the humming, patters of rain, gravel scratching, and the scrape of teeth against a ripe apple. He watches him for a moment, all the hardened lines of his face and the muscles. Charles forgets how young Alex is. Charles forgets how old Alex is.

They're flying out to Cuba today and will be expected to be up soon but it’s barely dawn yet.

“Alex,” he calls and Alex turns to him, smiling wanly. Charles opens the blankets to invite him, “come back to bed. We still have time.”




End

Date: 2011-09-21 01:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] everhaunting.livejournal.com
I have Gelato. :D It's oreo and delicious. I'm actually really sad that this one is done. I think I'm more attached to this one than the BS fic. Is that weird? Even if it is I don't give a fuck.

Date: 2011-09-22 12:44 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] everhaunting.livejournal.com
Then I apologize. The way I read it was that you were being Snotty.

Date: 2011-12-20 02:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofvanity.livejournal.com
You have emotional problems.

Date: 2011-09-21 12:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-am-negotiable.livejournal.com
I know I'm late to the party reading this, but I promise to get to it very soon! It's going to be my reward at the end of the day...

Date: 2011-09-22 02:01 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofvanity.livejournal.com
*stands around trying to look trophy-like* :D

Date: 2011-09-22 06:08 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] i-am-negotiable.livejournal.com
I'm hyperventilating a little bit. Just give me a second...

SQUEE! I adore you. So much! This was totally worth the wait, because you gave them a (mostly) happy ending, with a (sort of) jealous Erik, and a (super) awesome Raven!

And now I feel doomed to an eternity without any Charles/Alex to look forward to! Crying!

Date: 2011-09-23 03:30 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofvanity.livejournal.com
ACK, HYPERVENTILATION, WHERE IS MY PAPER BAG?

:D Huzzah! Thank you SFM, BB, you were a driving force behind this and I'm glad you enjoyed it, ♥___♥

Not eternity... I cannot stay away from you. Or this pairing. AHAHAHA.

Date: 2011-09-22 04:10 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alishatorn.livejournal.com
This was wonderful. I've always loved the charles/alex dynamic, and it always made sense to me that they might get together after erik leaves the mansion. I like how you've put them together before then, though, and i enjoyed how erik made things that much more complicated for them. Well done!

Date: 2011-09-23 02:48 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofvanity.livejournal.com
Thank you so much! I'm glad you liked it and that this pairing works for you! :D

Date: 2011-10-13 10:02 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kathrynparis.livejournal.com
Now that I've read the story. All I have to say is MORE PLEASE! I need more Alex/Charles in my life. There's just something about them that facinates me big time. Maybe a sequel?

Date: 2011-10-14 10:27 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofvanity.livejournal.com
Ahaha, thank you for reading! <3

I know exactly what you mean by fascinated. They work for me, too. :) I wish I could write more for this pairing, but school has swalowed my life. DX Hopefully, I will be able to get something together, though, even if it isn't in this 'verse.

Date: 2011-12-19 12:47 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] 03-07-1992.livejournal.com
ALL MY LOVE. YOU. HAVE IT. *pushes heart forward*

... How had I not come across this yet? I can't believe I call myself an Alex/Charles fan when this beautiful gem managed to escape my notice.

The overall feel for the story was lovely, the soft quietness really drew me in (and exactly how I pictured their relationship if it were an actuality), and the slightly jealous Erik sure as hell didn't hurt :D

Truly magnificent.

Date: 2011-12-20 02:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ofvanity.livejournal.com
OH MY, WHAT A LOVELY SURPRISE.

Ahem. I know how you feel. Those were my exact thoughts when I saw your fic. Us A/C shippers gotta stick together. :D

Thank you so much, I'm glad you read it and that you liked it, I worked hard on this and I really appreciate your feedback. <3 <3 <3

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