Black Latte

Title : Black Latte

Author : Ignetuz

Series : X-Men First Class

Pairing : Erik Lensherr  x Charles Xavier

Rating : G-PG

#Warning# : YAOI

Black Latte

The fragrant smell of coffee floats up to your nose. White smoke billowed and curved in the air as a silver spoon was placed on a white porcelain saucer. Milk foam rose on the first cup as the aroma of milk mixed with the smell of strong coffee beans from the next cup.

The corridor inside the Xavier Family Mansion was almost completely dark because of the curtains that had been drawn shut. But the morning light was still able to penetrate the fabric a little. The tray in the young man's hand floated in the air for a moment. A thick, rough hand flicked just a little. The iron tracks that adorned the walls suddenly moved.

Sunlight shines through wide glass throughout the area. His lips curled up into a satisfied smile before he returned to holding the metal tray in his hand again.

A light gray shirt was left peeking out from the hem of his completely black pants. His face looked smooth and cold. Especially the look that the gray eyes showed was more harsh than anything. Instead, it seemed completely at odds with what was in his hands.

Kick... Kick... Kick...

A tall young man walked down the elegant walkway. A pair of sharp, steel-colored eyes that were smooth and emotionless looked straight at the intricately patterned wooden door in front of him before gently pushing it open with his back.

Creak...

“Good morning, Eric…” A soft, sweet voice with a hint of exhaustion rang out. Thin lips curled into a beautiful smile, directed at the taller man. The smaller man's face looked tired and drowsy. The dark circles under the eyes caused by lack of sleep did not detract from the cuteness and nurturing of the smaller person one bit.

But the exhaustion that occurred made the thin body look even more fragile, to the point that the taller person couldn't help but sigh in boredom.

Eric sat down in the chair across from the smaller man and set down his coffee mug on the expensive wooden work table. Charles put down the pen in his hand, closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair tiredly.

“Didn't I tell you not to sleep?” A deep voice came from the lips that had just come into contact with the dark brown, almost black liquid. Although Eric frowned in displeasure. But the deep voice that had been scolding just now had a faint hint of concern.

“...Come on. That's all.” Charles opened his eyes and looked at the person in front of him, giving a weak smile as a thin hand moved up to gently massage his temple that was now aching.

His jet black hair fell down onto his sweet face. But the veil of hair couldn't hide the blue eyes that sparkled like gems. Light lips almost blended with milky skin. A pristine white shirt had its sleeves rolled up to the elbow before another hand rose to brush his own hair out of the way.

Eric put down his espresso cup and moved the mountain of paperwork between them onto another table. His hand moved to cover the laptop screen in front of him before he sat down to face the thin professor again.

“You're too much of a workaholic, Charles,” Eric said in his characteristically calm tone. “Look at your face. You've turned from a lab rat into a panda.”

“...I won't give you encouragement. Still coming at me, Eric. Give me back my work.” Charles pursed his lips as he reached out his hand to open the notebook again. But the warm temperature on his cheek and the deep voice that was spoken in such a forced way made the smaller man pause before he appeared with a beautiful smile again.

Warm coffee and milk pressed against your cheeks, which were a shade brighter because the temperature was higher than the air around you. Charles took the glass and held it before lowering his head to inhale the aroma before his thin lips moved down to take a sip of the latte coffee in front of him.

Silence crept into the office, which was the private area of ​​the lanky professor who owned the mansion. Amidst the freezing air in the room with no sunlight penetrating. The faint sound of the air conditioner hums into my ears. Only the sounds of the two breathing in and out blended together and became one.

Indicates that the pulse beats in different rhythms. Both of them bent down to taste the strong yet gentle touch.

Charles raised his head and opened his mouth to speak, but his eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment when he saw the person in front of him reveal a smile that was more rare than anything. Eric shook his head before tapping a slender finger to the corner of his mouth.

The smaller man raised a finger to his lips. A pair of sweet eyes twinkled. He turned to look at the mirror on the side. Above the lips there was a thin, creamy white mustache on smooth, milky skin. When the back of his hand was thin, he would lift it up and wipe away the stains on his face. The wrist was grabbed by the taller man's thick hand.

Charles closed his eyes as he let the young man with brown hair gently clean up.

Some base milk foam was wiped clean with a hot tongue inserted into the sweet mouth. A hand lifted her chin slightly to make the touch as deep as it should have been. A faint scent of milk still lingered on the tip of her small tongue. while the bitter coffee that was still remaining was inserted into the mix.

Charles frowned slightly as the taste of espresso lingered in his mouth before a sweet sound made a soft sound in his throat. to indicate to the tall body that he is about to run out of air

Eric regretfully left the reservoir of his superior taste. But he still didn't forget to kiss her hard. on the soft petals of his lips, dragging it all the way to the white nape of his neck. A crimson seal appeared before a tall figure moved up his face and gently bit the ear.

“Ah...”

A thin figure with dark hair cried out softly. Cheeks brightened with a bright color before a pair of beautiful blue eyes looked up at the tall figure before him, before the lips that had just been touched moved to speak.

"sharp..."

“...but it's delicious, isn't it?” Eric asked, raising his eyebrows.

“...Headache.” The smaller man turned his head away, pretending to change the subject. His face became sweeter and he raised his fingers to massage his temples again. The taller man walked around behind the smaller man before raising his finger to massage gently.

"So I told you... I told you to rest.”

The work isn't finished yet, how can I sleep?

"Oh..." The thin figure moaned softly. It feels good now that the severe pain in his head has subsided somewhat. “...Thank you, Eric.” Charles looked up at the sharp faces with not much distance between them. Before the forehead that was strewn with onyx hair was spread out. The taller man placed his lips on the smooth skin beneath the hair.

while his blue eyes were hidden by closed eyelids.

Eric dragged his lips across the soft, milky skin again. Before focusing heavily on closed eyelids The tall figure's thick hands intersected with thin hands before his sharp face pulled away. The owner of the metallic eyes pulled the smaller man up from the chair behind his desk.

Charles got up easily and sat down on the sofa next to the tall figure. The pair of sweet eyes seemed completely lost in sleep before the light-bodied professor collapsed onto the brown-haired owner's lap. The small body shifted to find the most comfortable position before closing its eyes and sleeping comfortably.

Just a moment His thin body's breath came in and out evenly. Her lips were slightly parted as her sweet face slept happily. His hand lifted up and gently smoothed out the hair that was covering the smaller man's eyes, playing with the ends of the hair absentmindedly.

The two coffee mugs still sat side by side on the desk. The light smoke has disappeared. But the taste still lingers on the tip of the tongue and never fades away.

...The latte coffee is delicious too.

-FIN.-