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starrose17: Part 4 of the Teacher/Student AU. Erik had had a long stern talk with himself a few weeks back, telling himself with no shortness of morality that he really had to stop these lewd thoughts about his student Charles Xavier before he did something he and the poor boy would regret. However, one began to think said boy was not as pure as his innocent blushes in class and awkward flirting out of it would suggest, if they way he was making himself comfortable on the long couch in Erik’s office would suggest.  He’d asked for some extra tuition help, and Erik had of course agreed to help him because that was his job, he would never refuse any student and his own throbbing libido would be held back because he was not an animal. But the boy was not making it easy. Moving that one leg slowly to ensure there was a lovely view of his arse, while keeping unblinking eye contact the entire time…Erik was definitely sure there was more to Xavier than met the eye. The boy knew what he was doing. And if he didn’t then Erik was going straight to hell. ———- Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
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starrose17: Part 4 of the Teacher/Student AU. Erik had had a long stern talk with himself a few weeks back, telling himself with no shortness of morality that he really had to stop these lewd thoughts about his student Charles Xavier before he did something he and the poor boy would regret. However, one began to think said boy was not as pure as his innocent blushes in class and awkward flirting out of it would suggest, if they way he was making himself comfortable on the long couch in Erik’s office would suggest.  He’d asked for some extra tuition help, and Erik had of course agreed to help him because that was his job, he would never refuse any student and his own throbbing libido would be held back because he was not an animal. But the boy was not making it easy. Moving that one leg slowly to ensure there was a lovely view of his arse, while keeping unblinking eye contact the entire time…Erik was definitely sure there was more to Xavier than met the eye. The boy knew what he was doing. And if he didn’t then Erik was going straight to hell. ———- Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
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starrose17: Part 4 of the Teacher/Student AU. Erik had had a long stern talk with himself a few weeks back, telling himself with no shortness of morality that he really had to stop these lewd thoughts about his student Charles Xavier before he did something he and the poor boy would regret. However, one began to think said boy was not as pure as his innocent blushes in class and awkward flirting out of it would suggest, if they way he was making himself comfortable on the long couch in Erik’s office would suggest.  He’d asked for some extra tuition help, and Erik had of course agreed to help him because that was his job, he would never refuse any student and his own throbbing libido would be held back because he was not an animal. But the boy was not making it easy. Moving that one leg slowly to ensure there was a lovely view of his arse, while keeping unblinking eye contact the entire time…Erik was definitely sure there was more to Xavier than met the eye. The boy knew what he was doing. And if he didn’t then Erik was going straight to hell. ———- Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
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starrose17:

Part 4 of the Teacher/Student AU.

Erik had had a long stern talk with himself a few weeks back, telling himself with no shortness of morality that he really had to stop these lewd thoughts about his student Charles Xavier before he did something he and the poor boy would regret.

However, one began to think said boy was not as pure as his innocent blushes in class and awkward flirting out of it would suggest, if they way he was making himself comfortable on the long couch in Erik’s office would suggest.  He’d asked for some extra tuition help, and Erik had of course agreed to help him because that was his job, he would never refuse any student and his own throbbing libido would be held back because he was not an animal.

But the boy was not making it easy.

Moving that one leg slowly to ensure there was a lovely view of his arse, while keeping unblinking eye contact the entire time…Erik was definitely sure there was more to Xavier than met the eye.

The boy knew what he was doing.

And if he didn’t then Erik was going straight to hell.

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Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Suddenly Xavier moved to his side, standing close. “Do you need any help? Look it’s better if you hold the knife like this.” With that Xavier covered Erik’s hand with his, gripping it gently and guiding his movement in separating the skin of the fish in a fine slice of the white meat. Cut up my heart by issabella  —————————————————————————————————- my art is crappy but this fan fiction of Isi is really great! It has a strong and sexy Chefcook-Charles, love for food, tasty sex and a wonderful Erik trying to find his happiness after a tortured past… and it contains so much love for the strong arms of Xavier!! which is a bonus ++ reason to read it!! If you click on the drawing you will be sent to the first chapter on AO3 :D
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Suddenly Xavier moved to his side, standing close. “Do you need any help? Look it’s better if you hold the knife like this.” With that Xavier covered Erik’s hand with his, gripping it gently and guiding his movement in separating the skin of the fish in a fine slice of the white meat.


Cut up my heart by issabella 

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my art is crappy but this fan fiction of Isi is really great!

It has a strong and sexy Chefcook-Charles, love for food, tasty sex and a wonderful Erik trying to find his happiness after a tortured past… and it contains so much love for the strong arms of Xavier!! which is a bonus ++ reason to read it!!

If you click on the drawing you will be sent to the first chapter on AO3 :D


helens78: “How much for the one on the end? Black leather jacket, white shirt, buzzcut.” “Hm.” The auction associate looks through her clipboard. “Four hundred thousand.” Charles gives her a skeptical look. “That’s all?” “You’d be his fourth contract in two years. He’s not really been known for staying put and being well-behaved. As contract dominants go, he’s not bad; he knows all the basic skills, he scores very high on stamina, and of course he has certain physical attributes that make him ideal for specific purposes…” Charles snorts. “They didn’t have time to brief you on your buyers, did they?” A confused look up and down, and she colors, her hand rising to cover her mouth. “Oh, Dr. Xavier, I’m so sorry— “Not to worry. I get a lot of that.” Charles glances back at the man on the end. “Dominant work, hm?” “For a total of seven contracts over six years. He just hasn’t found the right owner yet.” “There might be a reason for that.” Charles heads over; the man on the end looks up at him, impassive. He does his best to stay impassive while Charles cups his chin and turns his face slightly, side-to-side. But Charles can see his pulse speeding at the side of his neck, his nostrils flaring as he struggles not to respond. “I’m Charles,” Charles murmurs. “I think I’d like to own you.” “Erik,” says the other man. “Marie’s holding my contract.” “I’ll talk to her about that in a minute. I’ve got a few questions for you first.” “All right.” “Do you want to come home with me?” Erik pauses and looks him over. He can’t incline his head; he can only lower his eyes, which leaves his lashes dark against his cheek for a moment before he looks back up. “Sure.” “Do you like the work you’ve done under your other contracts?” He feels the twitch in Erik’s jaw more than he sees it. “It’s been fine.” Charles bends down and puts his lips at Erik’s ear. “That’s not what I want you for.” Erik’s breath is coming faster and faster, now. “All right.” “Shall I get your contract, Erik?” Erik licks his lips; Charles gets the impression he’s searching for a word he hasn’t had to use for a while. When he finally says it, Charles can’t help the smile that stretches across his face. Erik says, “Please.”
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helens78: “How much for the one on the end? Black leather jacket, white shirt, buzzcut.” “Hm.” The auction associate looks through her clipboard. “Four hundred thousand.” Charles gives her a skeptical look. “That’s all?” “You’d be his fourth contract in two years. He’s not really been known for staying put and being well-behaved. As contract dominants go, he’s not bad; he knows all the basic skills, he scores very high on stamina, and of course he has certain physical attributes that make him ideal for specific purposes…” Charles snorts. “They didn’t have time to brief you on your buyers, did they?” A confused look up and down, and she colors, her hand rising to cover her mouth. “Oh, Dr. Xavier, I’m so sorry— “Not to worry. I get a lot of that.” Charles glances back at the man on the end. “Dominant work, hm?” “For a total of seven contracts over six years. He just hasn’t found the right owner yet.” “There might be a reason for that.” Charles heads over; the man on the end looks up at him, impassive. He does his best to stay impassive while Charles cups his chin and turns his face slightly, side-to-side. But Charles can see his pulse speeding at the side of his neck, his nostrils flaring as he struggles not to respond. “I’m Charles,” Charles murmurs. “I think I’d like to own you.” “Erik,” says the other man. “Marie’s holding my contract.” “I’ll talk to her about that in a minute. I’ve got a few questions for you first.” “All right.” “Do you want to come home with me?” Erik pauses and looks him over. He can’t incline his head; he can only lower his eyes, which leaves his lashes dark against his cheek for a moment before he looks back up. “Sure.” “Do you like the work you’ve done under your other contracts?” He feels the twitch in Erik’s jaw more than he sees it. “It’s been fine.” Charles bends down and puts his lips at Erik’s ear. “That’s not what I want you for.” Erik’s breath is coming faster and faster, now. “All right.” “Shall I get your contract, Erik?” Erik licks his lips; Charles gets the impression he’s searching for a word he hasn’t had to use for a while. When he finally says it, Charles can’t help the smile that stretches across his face. Erik says, “Please.”
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helens78:

“How much for the one on the end? Black leather jacket, white shirt, buzzcut.”

“Hm.” The auction associate looks through her clipboard. “Four hundred thousand.”

Charles gives her a skeptical look. “That’s all?”

“You’d be his fourth contract in two years. He’s not really been known for staying put and being well-behaved. As contract dominants go, he’s not bad; he knows all the basic skills, he scores very high on stamina, and of course he has certain physical attributes that make him ideal for specific purposes…”

Charles snorts. “They didn’t have time to brief you on your buyers, did they?”

A confused look up and down, and she colors, her hand rising to cover her mouth. “Oh, Dr. Xavier, I’m so sorry—

“Not to worry. I get a lot of that.” Charles glances back at the man on the end. “Dominant work, hm?”

“For a total of seven contracts over six years. He just hasn’t found the right owner yet.”

“There might be a reason for that.” Charles heads over; the man on the end looks up at him, impassive.

He does his best to stay impassive while Charles cups his chin and turns his face slightly, side-to-side. But Charles can see his pulse speeding at the side of his neck, his nostrils flaring as he struggles not to respond.

“I’m Charles,” Charles murmurs. “I think I’d like to own you.”

“Erik,” says the other man. “Marie’s holding my contract.”

“I’ll talk to her about that in a minute. I’ve got a few questions for you first.”

“All right.”

“Do you want to come home with me?”

Erik pauses and looks him over. He can’t incline his head; he can only lower his eyes, which leaves his lashes dark against his cheek for a moment before he looks back up. “Sure.”

“Do you like the work you’ve done under your other contracts?”

He feels the twitch in Erik’s jaw more than he sees it. “It’s been fine.”

Charles bends down and puts his lips at Erik’s ear. “That’s not what I want you for.”

Erik’s breath is coming faster and faster, now. “All right.”

“Shall I get your contract, Erik?”

Erik licks his lips; Charles gets the impression he’s searching for a word he hasn’t had to use for a while. When he finally says it, Charles can’t help the smile that stretches across his face.

Erik says, “Please.”

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