Magneto-Erik
Also published on my Quotev account.
However, this one is now edited and better!
I felt something within me crash with several different emotions. However, anger or anything like it was not one of them. My heart seemed to tear into another piece as I looked into the blue eyes I knew too well and found the words I could speak with a soft voice. "Oh my god. You're seriously going to stop an assassination attempt on Kennedy tomorrow."
John F. Kennedy was a mutant. Erik told me the moment he found out, along with other drastic news of Kennedy's life being threatened by humans who didn't like mutants in charge. They were afraid of us and would do anything to prevent any danger to them.
Erik nodded, patiently waiting for my ultimate reaction to take hold. His eyebrows were raised and he knew there would be a larger reaction but for the moment, I could only admire his decision. His brave decision to protect mutants like us at any cost and even war against mutants who protected the humans that insisted on killing us. Then I realized the man I love would be in a high amount of danger and I proceeded to advance on him. I was sure he knew I wouldn't harm hkm, yet he slowly backed up with caution in his eyes and in his every move.
Erik's face bared down close to mine now. His blue eyes reflecting a fierce glow that undoubtedly showed in my own. It was almost predatory like and it was because I held him back into a corner with canines peering over my lips. He had no where to go and nothing on me contained metal. The black outfit was leather and soft to the touch but the hard snarl creeping on my face reminded the man in front of me that appearances are deceiving and he was looking at someone who had tasted blood before too. He couldn't help but be wary.
"Erik, do you know what danger you're putting yourself in? Do you know what this may cost you and I won't be able to come after you on my own? I won't be able to save you if someone assumes the worst."
Erik's expression started to soften when he heard my words once they left my moist lips. I thought he might come to reason and understand but I was wrong on many levels. I should have known. His voice was velvety and heavy with his accent as he spoke. "Eliza, Kennedy is one of us. He is going to be murdered by a human because he is one of us." The more he spoke, the more my resolve to argue against his determination melted. No matter how hard I tried to maintain it. His eyes started searching my face for every reaction when he continued on after his short pause, "Who is going to protect us when our own will not fight for us?"
My heart started hammering at the known answer behind his question. No one will protect us if we can't protect our own. I traced the scar on the inside of my left wrist as I recalled the memory of the missiles fired at us on Cuba. I could still feel the mental wound of the humans turning their guns against us. Humans. But mutants with extraordinary powers.
I knew before the moment Erik met me in Germany as a child that humans would and could turn on each other. As a kid, if you were different or special, the other kids would not view you as unique. You would be an abnormality to them. You would be cut out because you are not like society, either because you are smarter or quiet or even imaginative. You wouldn't be like them and they wouldn't treat you like them. What makes that opinion change as an adult? Especially since I am a mutant.
Nothing.
You are still abnormal. You are still out of society. But you are unique. I am mutant and proud.
I sighed and pressed the palms of my hands against the temples of my head trying to get my cool skin to calm myself. The canines and any other power from my mutation had faded but the frustration and underlying worry were real still. I whispered the words partially to Erik but moreso to myself. "Mutant and proud."
He grew bolder. He leaned away from the corner I had backed him into and his face came ever closer to mine, causing me to back up a step to stop colliding with him and hold my focus. I felt a shiver run down my spine when I saw the new kind of hungry look in his brilliant blue eyes that he was apparently fighting... For now. His hands were strictly by his side but his words activated his body's movement. And a higher rise in the temperature of my body. "Mutant and proud. I will save the president and I will not be caught as you fear. I would be saving the United States leader."
"I fear? What ar-" My heart skipped a beat when his sweet breath lingered on the tip of my tongue behind my teeth and dissolved with the words I wanted to speak.
"Sweetheart, you make it too obvious for me. You never get worried or fear anything." The tips of his rough fingers tingled my waist over the leather when my hands ventured to his chest and felt the vibrations from his heart. "That only stands until you realize how much trouble I can get myself into."
Then he smiled and something seemed to lift from him and leave his stance soft and relaxed. As if every thought had just left him. "And I plan to wreck havoc tonight."
His words turned into a drawl and his lips met mine. Shocked my brain processed his quick transition into the passionate lover and care giver, his hands had easy access to the skin he had been eager to touch, even more passionate to share his body heat with.
Of course, Erik and I had fooled around before because of how we felt but this was different. My attitude was different and his touch was demanding, begging, fiery, and loving. Different than his normally dominate and rough side. His body was greedy and I could already feel the rise of it.
That's how I could tell he was worried about his own fate. He wanted it all tonight and he wanted both of us to remember it. And at least forget about the outside problems. He wanted to get rid of his worries and my own in this manner. His strong hands suddenly pressed my chest underneath my shirt and a gasp escaped my lips in the kiss.
He grinned. "Please," he pressed again and the grip I had acquired on his white shirt tightened on sides, "do not worry." His lips met my neck briefly and caused a shiver to travel down my spine and make a tremor spread throughout my body. "Only worry about the pain we may feel come morning."
I smiled now and looked into his barely opened blue eyes. This was his way of telling me he loved me. "Erik..."
The sound of his name on my lips in a whisper made a moan of yearning leave his parted lips. I never completed my thought as Erik lifted me with ease and I wrapped my legs around his waist.
For a moment, just a moment, I thought we might make it to the bed. But his need was growing too quickly and Erik didn't even attempt to move a foot once my legs wrapped around his waist.
His hands enveloped my back as he kept my waist firmly against him. His knees hit the floor with a thud but he didn't care as he laid me on my back and curved my back into his front.
He never removed my top. His hands immediately swept to my pants zipper.
That would be the last time I would touch Erik, feel him, taste his breath on my lips... For years. I would never see his blue eyes or feel his hands find ample skin on my body. That was my last time loving. That was the last time I would touch a man until years later.
And I would still remember his voice whispering my name on his lips while laboring for breath. He was the only one I could love with my heart.
I would wait for him again.
But as his hands slid the pants away and strategically placed them to spread a feeling of exhilaration in my core, I did not know I would not feel him again for a long while. But Erik must have had felt he wouldn't feel me again because his lips turned gentle against mine while his body remained rough and his heart pounded out of his strong chest.
