"I'll make this man turn in his badge"

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Title: I'll make this man turn in his badge (in the morning)
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Pairing: Erik/Charles
Genre: Alternate Universe
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 728
Warnings: None
Summary: "So you're a spy."

Disclaimer: Not mine, writing for fun not for profit yadda yadda yadda
Author's note: Title so cleverly taken from "Secret Agent" by Rory Gallagher. Written for au_bingofor the prompt "Spies/Secret Agents". What irks me with my writing is that most of these things are just asking for some longer things and I'm too lazy to provide.

Charles knew it couldn’t be true. It was all too perfect.

“So you’re a spy.”

“No!” Erik says quickly, looking panicked for about half a second before his usual bored face clicks into place. Charles should have known that no one normal can make their face so expressionless all the time. “I’m a secret agent.”

“Which makes a difference how? You’re still here to find something to close my school.”

At least he has enough soul left in his uncaring body to wince at that. Not that it’s a false accusation. Charles usually refrain from reading people around him, especially ones that he considers friends, and what a joke that is, but he made an exception when he saw Erik looking through very important papers in his desk.

“What did you tried to accomplish?” He asks and tries to pretend his voice doesn’t break. He can’t afford to be weak in front of this man, not anymore. “Most of these children don’t have anywhere else to go but here. Where do you think they would go if the school got closed?”

“That wasn’t of a concern to me.” Erik says and this time he very visible cringes. Good. At least he knows how that sounded. “Charles, wait. Listen to me.” Erik takes the few steps to him and puts his hands on Charles’ shoulders, keeping him in place. “It wasn’t. But now it is. You must know that I care about these kids.”

How can Charles know? He doesn’t know anything anymore. He only knows that Erik was sent by the government to search the school for any proof of illegal activities so they could shut it down. And then he became Charles’ friend and maybe Charles was hoping for something more, but it doesn’t matter, because Erik is some kind of spy or secret agent or whatever and he did all this because it was his work.

“Charles!” Erik shakes him and look, he doesn’t look so calm anymore. “You must know. I care about them and I care about you. I wasn’t going to give them anything that would make them close the school.”

“But you were going to leave.”  Charles has a second to wonder whose voice is so hoarse before he realizes that it’s his. Erik doesn’t want to meet his eyes anymore, which is confirmation enough. Charles tries to shake him off and stomp away angrily to- do something, probably drown himself in scotch, but the bugger won’t budge. “Just let me go, Erik. I think everything that had to be said was said already.”

But Erik doesn’t let him go. Instead, he grips his shoulders tighter and crashes their lips together. Normally, Charles would jump at a chance to kiss this man, he waited for it for God’s sake, but not today. He tries to push Erik away, embarrassed about the sob that escapes him, but the harder he tries to escape, the harder is Erik keeping him in place.

He gives up finally, balling his hands in the damn turtleneck, and who the hell wears turtlenecks in summer, and giving as good as he’s getting. They break apart after few minutes, both panting for breath.

“What was that?” Charles says and wonders how can he want the answer at the same time he’s dreading it. Erik breaks into one of his little smile that never fails to make Charles’ heart stutter and says “That was a kiss.” Charles huffs and is close to some snippy reply when Erik pulls him into another kiss and the conversation is delayed again.

“You can’t keep doing that to avoid talking to me.” He can honestly admit that it’s only half truth. He wouldn’t really mind if Erik did.

“I love you.” Charles sucks in a breath and looks up at Erik with what he’s sure is utterly gobsmacked expression. “I love you and I’m not letting anyone hurt you or your school.”

“But your job-“

“Screw my job. I didn’t like it anyway.” Erik scowls and then softens. “I’d much rather be literature teacher if you’ll let me.”

This is going to end badly. If the government sent Erik, they will send others to do his job. Charles thinks that maybe together they can protect school from anyone.

He smiles and pulls Erik into another kiss. They have a make-up sex to get to.