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"We've got the new suspect in the interrogation room," Moira said, pulling Erik with her by his arm and causing him to drop his files. His mouth hung open for a second as he saw all the neatly organized papers falling to the ground, not so organized anymore, letting himself be dragged by Moira. "He's the fourth now, but with the evidence we got I think we finally got him."
Erik glared at her, angry at the mess he was leaving behind, getting angrier as she didn't react to his glares — her eyes stayed forward, almost ignoring Erik's existence.
"If you think so then why are you dragging me there?"
"Because Darkholme partnered me up with you in this case, Lehnsherr, so you're obligated to be there."
With that, Erik couldn't argue, grunting a little while he pushed the interrogation room's door open, making way for Moira to get in first — his Mama had taught him manners despite what others thought, thank you very much.
As he entered the room and looked through the one-way mirror window, Erik stopped in his tracks, wondering if he was in the right place after all. Sitting at the table, unaware of the presence of the two detectives staring at him, was the most beautiful man Erik had ever seen.
He had a black vest over a white button down, a suit jacket hanging behind him at the back of his chair. His chestnut hair was falling over his forehead as he kept his head down, eyes staring down at the metal table. Erik wondered what color the man's eyes were as he stared at him, wondering if he wasn't dreaming all of the sudden. Above all that, the man seemed very calm, his face almost bored as he waited for someone to get inside the room with him.
"This is Charles Xavier," Moira said subtly by Erik's side, dragging him back to reality and making him remember he was at work. "Professor at Columbia for four years now, not counting his three years of tenure, everyone seems to love him, and he is, as of now, our main suspect."
"Him?" Erik pointed at the man on the other side of the glass, frowning at Moira. She nodded coldly. "There's no way. That man couldn't kill a bug if he wanted to."
"What we're not doing," she turned to Erik, her eyebrows raised, looking like she was scolding her son. Erik pitied Kevin for a moment. "Is judging a book by its cover, Lehnsherr. We all know you look like you could kill a man yourself and yet you're a sensitive ass."
"Take that back-"
"That man there was near where all the deaths occured," Moira kept going. "He was also around the vicinity at the right times on each of the three murders. We're now trying to get a warrant to look around his apartment in New York and his Estate in Westchester. To see if we can find any evidence or a murder weapon."
"Alright," Erik ran a hand across his face, sighing heavily. That case had been a pain in the ass ever since he was given it. "What about motivation? Any connection between him and the victims?"
Moira pursed her lips, crossing her arms immediately, stubbornly as ever. "I'm hoping to find out now in the interrogation, but my gut tells me it's him."
"McTaggert, why would a Columbia Professor kill three random men with no apparent correlation between them?"
"We've been at this job long enough to know people sometimes lose it," Moira argued. Erik looked at the man again, watching as he yawned — it was 9 p.m., the poor man must've been tired, and Erik certainly didn't think about putting the suit jacket over Charles' shoulders so he'd be more comfortable.
There was no way that man was to blame for the murders.
"Let's just get inside and ask some questions," Moira grunted out. "Hopefully the warrant will be out and the search team will find what we need to arrest him here and now."
"You're getting desperate," Erik mumbled, watching as Moira glared at him.
"It's been two weeks since the last murder, Lehnsherr. Darkholme expects us to solve this bitch."
"And we would if we looked for the right people."
"Do you have any better leads?" She questioned, her hand already at the doorknob. Erik huffed out as an answer. "Then shut up and do your job."
When they entered the room, Charles raised his eyes from the table — blue, Erik noticed, like gemstones — staring at the two detectives before his eyes stopped on Erik. There were freckles over his face, Erik realized, and Erik really hoped to end that interrogation soon now so he could ask for the professor's number.
He couldn't be sure if he was imagining it or not, but he thought he saw Charles smile at him.
"Well, Mr. Xavier," Moira started, taking a seat in one of the free chairs across from Charles as Erik took the other one. "I'm sure you know why you're here."
"I don't, actually," Charles said, and Erik almost gasped out loud as he heard the british accent. He almost didn't hear the rest of the conversation as he tried to imagine what that accent would sound like while whispering sweet nothings to him in a dark room. "One of the officers said I was a main suspect of a murder…?"
"Three, to be more exact. All three happened in a span of two weeks and you were conveniently near the locations. All three times."
"That's absurd!" Charles tried to protest, a deep frown on his face.
"Is it?"
Erik watched as Charles' eyes narrowed at Moira, as if studying her. With a roll of his eyes, Charles leaned back on his chair, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I won't speak with you before I speak with my lawyer," he said. Moira's lips pursed immediately.
Erik knew she expected to make this quick, to scare Charles into slipping, but of course a professor would know his rights. Besides, Charles was calm, just slightly pissed, as if the inconvenience of being interrogated annoyed him. He also looked incredibly charming like that, his arms apparently strong under the sleeves of his shirt.
"Why?" Moira tried again, although Erik already knew it wouldn't work. "It's suspicious how you don't want to cooperate, Mr. Xavier."
"I plead the Fifth, detective. And I want my lawyer, I will not be answering anything without talking to her first."
Moira's jaw clenched, a fire in her eyes before she nodded, giving Charles her famous angry smile that made even Erik wince.
"I'm sorry for the inconvenience, Mr. Xavier," Erik said then, both Moira's and Charles' eyes going to him, but he actively ignored Moira's. It felt like her gaze was burning his skin from glaring too hard. "I'm sure you have better things to do. We'll get in contact with your lawyer so it'll be over quickly."
Charles stared at Erik for a moment, those blue, blue eyes studying Erik's face before a kind smile appeared on the professor's lips. They were red and lovely, and Erik desperately wanted to kiss them to know if they were as soft as they looked or if they tasted like cherries like their color suggested.
"Thank you, detective," Charles offered with a quiet thankful nod of his head. Erik smiled back at him immediately at how soft Charles' voice sounded. "I'll be waiting for my lawyer, then."
"Would you like something to drink?" Erik offered, feeling Moira's glare getting more intense. "Coffee? Water?"
"I'm fine, detective-"
"Erik."
Charles' smile widened.
"Erik," Charles nodded. The way his name sounded on Charles' lips seemed sinful. "But thank you very much, you're very kind."
"You too."
Erik only had a second to realize the reply he had given back before Moira was pulling him up and dragging him out of the interrogation room, leaving a chuckling Charles behind — and, really, Erik would do anything to kiss that man at that moment.
"The fuck was that, Lehnsherr?" Moira rasped out as soon as the door closed behind her.
"C'mon, Moira, you know it's not him."
"No! No, I don't!" She almost yelled, holding Erik by his shoulders for a moment before shaking him. "You're flirting with a potential murderer! And now he's asked for a lawyer."
"That's standard procedure," Erik muttered, quickly adding, "The lawyer, not the flirting."
"I hate you sometimes." She took a deep breath, running her hands through her hair for a moment before her eyes were on Erik's again. "Guess who represents Xavier, Erik?"
"I won't. Just tell me, for fucks sake."
"Frost and Co."
Erik stopped for a moment, staring at Moira before wincing. He stopped, however, when he realized it didn't matter — Charles wasn't guilty, after all.
"Do you think you can talk to Emma? You're friends, somehow…"
"What, you think Emma will let go of one of her clients for me?" Erik questioned, eyebrows raising as Moira sighed. "You dated her for a while, McTaggert, you know she definitely won't."
"Didn't hurt to try," Moira mumbled.
"This is not how I expected to see my ex again," Moira said as she stood with Erik behind the one-way mirror, watching as Emma and Charles talked inside the interrogation room. "And she's even hotter than before-"
"Moira," Erik warned. Moira scoffed immediately.
"I had to watch you give heart eyes to a potential murderer, Lehnsherr," she argued, taking a sip of her coffee. "Get over it."
"I'm not the one who needs to get over it, it seems..."
The punch she managed to hit him with made him yell, holding his side as he glared at her. It would definitely bruise. Moira, as always, just ignored his glares, drinking her coffee as her eyes stayed on Emma the whole time.
"This is why we broke up," she said with a sigh and a wave towards the scene in front of them, while Erik tried not to mind the throbbing pain of her punch still hurting him. "She works for anyone, and she'll most likely get Xavier out of this."
"Moira, we don't even know if Charles is the killer."
Moira turned to him then, an unimpressed expression on her face. "It's been thirty minutes and you're calling him Charles."
"It's his name, isn't it?"
"Right, of course," she shook her head, rolling her eyes. Erik just went back to staring at Charles through the one-way mirror.
He seemed tired as he heard Emma talk to him, probably explaining to him his situation and what he should and shouldn't do. His hair was even more of a mess now that his hand had run over it a few times, the locks going everywhere and making Xavier look incredibly charming. Erik wondered if that was what it would look like if he had carded his hands through the soft locks over and over again, imagining that mess of chestnut hair spread across one of his pillows as Charles looked at him with those sapphire eyes and ruby smile.
"Let's go, their time is up," Moira said by his side, ruining the fantasy in his head before pulling him by his arm again when he didn't move immediately. She was doing that too much lately.
"Erik, Moira," Emma greeted immediately once they entered the room, face as cold as ever while Charles sat by her side, still calm. "I see you two decided to mess with one of my clients for a change. It's been a long time coming."
"Your client is a suspect for murder, may I remind you," Moira grunted, sitting at the table with a file in hands, the manilla folder making a loud noise as it hit the metal. "And the NYPD just got a warrant to search through both your houses, Mr. Xavier-"
"Doctor," Emma corrected, Moira's eyes narrowing at her. "It's Dr. Xavier. You can check his academic history for his PhDs."
"Anyway, Dr. Xavier," Moira's voice was getting incredibly close to a growl now as Erik winced for a moment, knowing he'd pay the price for that. "If we find anything that ties you to the murders, we're bringing you in tonight."
Erik looked at Charles then, seeing that calm still there as he looked at Emma, probably looking for permission to talk. When the lawyer just nodded her head shortly, Charles turned to Moira again. There was a deep crease on his brow now, and Erik wished he could smooth it out with his thumbs or with a kiss.
"I'm sure you'll find nothing, detective."
"That's what we'll see," Moira threatened, opening the manilla folder loudly before looking down at the file.
There was a picture of Charles there, probably from Columbia, and Erik smiled a bit at the tweed jacket Charles was wearing in it — the stereotypical college professor look, and it made Charles look incredibly handsome.
"How's Kevin?" Emma asked all of the sudden, all eyes going to her. She seemed as stoic as ever, but Erik had known Emma since their childhood, and he could see real sentiment (a rare happening) behind the pale blue in them.
Moira seemed to hesitate for a moment before answering with, "Fine."
"And did he get the gift I sent him?"
"Ms. Frost, this is not the time and place," Moira quickly said, raising her eyes from the file to look at the other woman. Charles seemed to watch the whole scene with curiosity.
"It was never the time and place," Emma sighed dramatically. "Always work, work, work…"
"You're in the precinct. Where I work. While I'm interrogating a suspect, who happens to be your client, which means you're also working."
"You tell yourself that, sugarcane."
Moira opened her mouth to reply, stopping before any sounds left her mouth and apparently reconsidering it. Erik only watched her wave her hand in the air and shake her head before her eyes were back to the manilla folder.
Out of the file, Moira took out the pictures of the three murders, both the bloody pictures taken by forensics (and holy shit, Alex had a good eye for which angle would look the most gruesome in the picture) and the pictures of the victims with their faces still recognizable.
"Do you recognize any of these men, Mr. Xavier?"
"Doctor," Emma corrected again. Erik was pretty sure Moira's teeth would break with how hard she was clenching her jaw there.
Charles didn't seem to mind the title, leaning in to look at the pictures with a frow. Erik looked closely for a moment, the detective in him surfacing as he watched for any kind of reaction from Charles. All he got was the professor leaning back with a huff after a while, hand over his mouth as he looked away, apparently disgusted by the pictures, face paler than before.
"No. No, I don't," Charles mumbled then. "Could you please take these pictures away? Christ..."
With a sigh, Moira did.
"You were around the area during the time of murder, Dr. Xavier," Moira kept going, her tone serious. "I'm sure you have heard about them since they happened on campus."
"I did, yes," Charles confirmed with a sigh. "Hard not to when you work there. News travels fast."
"So, would you mind telling us where you were and what you were doing at eleven thirty in the night of July 28th?"
Charles looked at Emma again, unsure, but Emma only gestured for him to go ahead. That was weird, how she wasn't making him stay quiet. She seemed to believe Charles was innocent, if that was the case, and that anything he'd say wouldn't be enough to incriminate him.
"If I'm not mistaken, I was at the lab," Charles replied finally, a sigh leaving his lips. "I am the head of Columbia's genetics department, and two of my students needed to stay late to do some tests, therefore I had to stay as well to make sure everything was okay."
"And you have an alibi for that?"
"Yes," Charles nodded. "My students, Hank McCoy and Kate Pryde. They were with me the whole time. We only left the lab at one in the morning."
"And what can you say about the nights of July 31st and August 4th?"
"I'd have to check my notes to be sure, but I believe late thesis advising for Ms. Pryde, which led me to staying at my office, and on the 4th I believe Mr. McCoy needed me to stay with him at the lab again."
"You have those written down?"
"Yes," Charles nodded. "I keep track of my schedule throughout the day in case I need to remember something. I guess it came in handy."
Erik could almost see the gears turning in Moira's head as she tried to make sense of what Charles gave her and the theory he was guilty. He knew what would come next: Charles' students would be brought up for interrogation and Moira would check with the university about Charles' late office and lab hours, but it was a process that would take a while. Unless the search team found something in Charles' house, he'd be free to go.
"Is that all, detectives?" Emma asked, all eyes going to her. "Or will you insist my client is guilty when he clearly isn't."
"Not clearly," Moira shook her head. "We'll be in contact with your students to know if your alibi checks out."
Moira seemed ready to give up for now, that defeated look in her eyes that Erik was now almost used to after the two weeks with no leads in the case. As she was about to close the file, however, her phone dinged loudly in the quiet room.
"You still haven't learned to put that thing on silent," Emma quickly said, her words piercing as both Erik and Charles seemed to look away from them — if Charles knew of Emma and Moira's involvement, Erik didn't know, but he seemed to catch up quickly. "It's very unprofessional of you."
Moira didn't seem to hear, picking her phone and unlocking the screen to look at the texts that Erik could see coming with the corners of his eyes, when her face suddenly hardened. She offered her phone to Erik, who carefully took it to read the messages Moira had highlighted from Alex.
It read, "We found this at Xavier's apartment in New York. The Westchester search is clean so far," accompanied by a picture of a deep blue button down that supposedly belonged to Charles, covered with splashes of dried blood. Erik stared at it for a moment, looking up at Charles and seeing the professor frown. Maybe, Erik hoped, Alex was wrong.
"Dr. Xavier," Moira said then, her voice incisive as she grabbed the phone from Erik's hand to open the picture and show it to Charles and Emma. "Why do you have a bloodied shirt in your apartment?"
Erik stared, waiting for Charles to look incredibly guilty and break Erik's heart — off it went the plan to take Charles to that kosher deli he liked for a date, as well as the plan to kiss him senseless once they got to Erik's downtown apartment, if Charles was really a murderer. Instead, however, Charles chuckled, looking very amused as he looked up at Moira from her phone.
"Lab hours," he shrugged. "We were working with blood samples donated for research when one of my students stumbled on me while I carried the blood samples. I was keeping this to see if there was any chance of saving it- I'm quite fond of this shirt, you see."
So not murderer then, Erik thought. Still a chance to get Xavier on a date and kiss him senseless. He held back from saying "Yesss," out loud.
"Can you give me the student's name?"
"Of course! I believe it was Anna-Marie."
"Full name, please."
"Anna-Marie Adler Darkholme," Charles said. "She's my niece."
Erik frowned at the name, watching as Moira frowned as well. That was the name of Captain Darkholme's daughter.
"Forensics will take a look at the blood on the shirt," Moira said quickly, closing the manilla folder as loudly as she had opened it before getting up. "Until your words are proven true and the search on your houses ends, Dr. Xavier, you will stay here."
"I have class in the morning-"
"Good evening," Moira cut him. "We'll be back shortly."
Erik got up hesitantly, looking at Charles with an apologetic look and receiving a quiet smile in return.
"I'm sure this will be over soon, Dr. Xavier," Erik reassured, seeing Charles' smile widen.
"Thank you, Erik," he nodded, his voice smooth in Erik's ears. "And I don't want to impose, I'm sure you're a busy man, but I'd like that coffee now, if you don't mind… It's getting late and I might need some help to stay awake."
"Not imposing at all," Erik said, almost giddy as he saw the way Charles' eyes softened over him. Emma, on the other hand, seemed to be looking at him with raised eyebrows. "I'll ask someone to bring it to you. Black?"
"Sugar and cream, if possible?" Charles asked, a little more embarrassed now. "I have a damned sweet tooth, I'm afraid- But only if it's possible..."
"Of course," Erik nodded, managing to hold back the answer that it made sense since Charles seemed sweet himself. "It'll be here shortly."
"You're a dear."
When Erik turned back to leave the interrogation room, Moira seemed to be foaming at the mouth while looking at him at the door. He ignored Emma's laughter as he left.
"You are impossible," Moira rasped out at him as the door closed. "A complete idiot!"
"Yeah, yeah," Erik waved her off, hearing her grunt as he moved past her. "Tell me if something new comes up, I'll scare one of the interns to go to the Starbucks down the road."
"There's better be a good reason why my daughter is at the precinct at ten p.m. on a school night, McTaggert," Captain Darkholme said by Moira's side, crossing her arms with a hard gaze as her daughter and wife sat quietly at one of the desks, waiting for someone to get them. In Raven's wife's arms, a baby cooed once in a while — Kurt, if Erik remembered well.
"There is, ma'am. We need her statement to check an alibi of the suspect for the Columbia case."
"Forensics still haven't come back with the results of the blood on the shirt?" Erik asked, sighing quietly to himself.
"No. But either way, having Anna-Marie's word is helpful."
"Wait, Anna-Marie is involved with the suspect?" Darkholme, shifted for a moment, clearly worried. "How?"
"Apparently, he's her professor," Moira said, looking incredibly tired. "And her uncle, according to him."
Raven's face did a complicated thing as she apparently tried to connect the dots, until her eyes widened and her brow furrowed.
"Charles?"
"So you know him-"
"Of course I fucking know him, McTaggert. He's my brother!"
Both Erik and Moira stopped for a moment, taking in the information. They didn't look alike, Charles' eyes were bluer, while Raven's were paler; her hair was blonde — even if now it was red after she dyed it — while Charles' was of a beautiful brown. Raven also definitely didn't speak with a british accent. If Erik reached enough, he could say they both were pale and the shape of their faces were alike, but, again, that was reaching.
Raven seemed to realize their looks, sighing and shaking her head.
"I was adopted," she quickly explained. "We don't share genes."
"Oh," Erik said out loud. "That explains-"
Before he could finish, Moira had already elbowed his side for him to stop. He'd have to count the bruises later.
"Is Charles in the interrogation room? Jesus fucking Christ, McTaggert, you should've warned me."
"I'm sorry ma'am, we didn't know," Moira offered, crossing her arms. "But there was evidence found in his house that we need to confirm with your daughter that isn't evidence for our case."
"Is it the bloodied shirt?" She asked, both detectives stopping for a moment before nodding. "Jesus- If he told you it was because of an accident in the lab at Columbia, it's true. I had to throw away Anna-Marie's clothes when I couldn't take the blood stains out."
Moira's phone dinged then, all eyes going to the device as she unlocked it and looked at the new text. Erik leaned closer, looking over her shoulder at what the text said and rolling his eyes. It was forensics confirming that the blood in the shirt was from different people, but that none of it matched with the victims'.
Charles was clean once again.
There was a pop-up at the top of Moira's phone that Erik was able to catch, his eyebrows raising as he saw Emma's name there, with a text saying, "If you'd like we could relive the old times in the girl's bathroom."
Moira blocked the phone immediately, looking at Erik with a warning in her eyes as he raised his hands in surrender.
"So now we need to talk with the students that were with him during the times of the three murders," Moira sighed, clearly defeated. "And we need to confirm with Columbia that Xavier was truly doing late hours."
"He constantly stays at Columbia at night," Raven said, shrugging. "I'm sorry, McTaggert, but you're following the wrong lead."
Darkholme moved away, going towards the interrogation room to probably check on her brother, while Moira leaned against a nearby desk and put her hands over her face. Erik stood still for a moment, not knowing what to do, before deciding to pat her supportively on the shoulder.
"We'll get there," he offered, Moira's eyes turning to him with annoyance.
"You're not helping."
"What do you want me to do? Charles is clearly innocent."
"We don't know that."
"Talk with the students, McTaggert," Erik grumbled, walking away to give Raven's wife the news that they could go home after all. "You'll see Charles is innocent."
Erik laid on the bed with his breathing heavy, hearing Charles' breathing by his side as both of them heaved, dumb smiles on their faces. There was a delicious ache on his thighs now, his body relaxed after the orgasm he had just had, and he couldn't help but hum happily as he felt Charles moving to lay on top of him, body warm and soft under Erik's hands as he held the professor close.
It felt like heaven to hold Charles, his chestnut hair tickling Erik's chin and the smell of the shampoo he used mixed with sweat and the smell of sex that surrounded them a pleasant scent against his nose.
Charles, as it turned out, was dropped as a suspect after Moira finally was able to talk with McCoy and Pryde about their time with Charles late at night on the nights of the murders. His alibi checked out, and the investigation kept going without suspects again. As soon as Charles was dropped as a suspect, Erik reached him to ask for a date, delighted when Charles said yes — even more delighted now at the end of it, with Charles gloriously naked on top of him.
He felt Charles pressing a kiss to his chest, smiling at it when Charles raised his head to look at him. His red lips were redder now from how much Erik had abused them, cheeks flushed pink and making the freckles on his skin a little more visible. Erik was sure he hadn't seen anyone quite like Charles in his life.
When Charles sighed and his expression changed, however, Erik frowned.
"I can't do this," he mumbled, making Erik's body go cold almost immediately. He felt like he was about to be heartbroken. "I- I need to confess you something, Erik."
"Alright," Erik nodded, a little desperate now as he held Charles close. "Go ahead."
"I did- I was-" Charles tried, closing his eyes before opening them again, a little more determined now. "I did kill those men…"
Erik stopped breathing, trying to understand Charles' words, but they didn't seem to want to settle in his mind.
"I didn't- They used to hang around the campus at late hours and they'd- they'd rape any girls who happened to be there," Charles swallowed thickly, moving away from Erik to sit down on the bed his body shaking a little. "The police weren't able to catch them before, so they just came back over and over again… Kate was with me at the lab on July 28th, that was true, but she had to leave a little earlier than me and Hank and- and I heard her scream. I got there in time, thankfully, and two of them managed to run but I got to the unlucky one… I was so bloody angry to see Kate on the floor screaming that I- I walk with a swiss knife for protection, and I just…"
"And the other two?" Erik asked, sitting up on the bed as well now, looking at Charles warily.
"I, um… I tried to talk to Raven about it. I would've turned myself in but she didn't let me," he shrugged, looking like he was about to cry. "The other two was her doing, actually. I just helped identify them. But now I'm sure you'll arrest me, but please, leave Raven out of it. She has a wife and kids, blame me for all three, I'm begging you..."
Erik stared at Charles for a quick moment, watching how Charles' eyes were shining with tears, clear distress in his expression as he waited for Erik to act. He had given a full confession while naked in bed with Erik, and it was enough to get him arrested, especially if Erik got the swiss knife Charles had talked about — the murder weapon would be proof enough.
Instead, Erik sighed, moving towards Charles and placing a kiss on his lips, the professor widening his eyes immediately after.
"What-"
"The case will probably be closed in a few days," Erik said, laying down again, looking up at Charles. "If Darkholme was involved, then most likely she'll close it herself. I won't turn you in."
There was silence for a good moment, before Charles muttered a "What?"
"I met Kate during the interrogation," Erik explained. "And I also know her because my mother is friends with Kate's mom. If I'm not wrong, I went to her bat mitzvah years ago. She's a good girl who didn't deserve to go through what she did, and you helped her."
"I still killed someone!"
"We can't all be perfect."
Charles stared at him with his mouth open, clearly not believing Erik's words. He blinked a few times then, letting out a quiet sound of disbelief from his mouth and plopping down on the bed by Erik's side, staring up at the ceiling.
"So you'll just let me go," Charles asked.
"No," Erik replied quickly, making Charles jump on the bed for a moment. "I'm not arresting you. But letting you go? No. Today's sex was too good for this."
Charles laughed then, out loud and beautifully, making Erik smile at him.
"Okay, wow," Charles mumbled between chuckles. "What about Moira? Won't she be frustrated with not solving the case?"
"She'll have a distraction."
Charles frowned for a moment, before understanding crossed his eyes.
"Emma?"
"Emma."
"Right," Charles nodded, rolling to lay on his side before propping his torso up to look down at Erik. "Should I distract you as well then?"
"Please," Erik smirked, seeing Charles chuckle back at him, a dark look in his eyes already as he looked down Erik's body. "And remind me to never get you mad, Dr. Xavier."