Lucidity

Chapter one

"C'mon Charles! You can't keep us locked up here. We just want to go out to a movie or something. We'll be safe."

I heard the raspy teenage voice of Raven before I had completely descended the stairs. The pleading lilt in her words was sure to sway the earnest professor, I thought.

Sure enough, as I rounded the corner into the kitchen I saw his shoulders slump and he muttered, "Very well. You all have been working hard and deserve a night out."

"Thanks!" She squealed, jumping up, and wrapping her thin sweater clad arms around his stiff collar. A chuckle was forced from the back of his throat, deep and hoarse. A quick clear of his throat and a stern lecture followed, along with promises to be back before 2 am.

The blossoming buxom blond whirled past us both in a flurry, followed by two of the other children. All chatting wildly about what they were planning to see. I paid them no mind and made a b-line for the other man, who now sat at the table alone- a cup of tea in his grasp.

"You deserve a night off too, you know." A smirk played on my thin lips as I plucked a bottle of aged bronze liquid from a high chestnut cabinet, two pristine crystal glasses clinking together as I motioned to the other man.

Charles let out a short stunted laugh, followed by a sigh. "I suppose so. It's just- there is so much to do..." His words trailed off absently as I set a generous amount of alcohol between his clothed elbows.

Muttering a thanks he rested his forehead against the rim of the glass, partially gloved fingers delving into the thick curled tresses of his hair.

A non committal noise of 'welcome' passed my lips as I turned my back to the psychic man for merely a second. The moment the bottle of scotch came in contact with the thick grained wood of the shelf, a heated flash of passion passed through my mind. It was so quick, it almost didn't register.

The earthy grunted moan of the man behind me caught in the split second of-something rose a dusting of blush on the sharp curve of my cheeks. I shook my head, staring at the glass still clutched within my fingers. 'Had I?' I couldn't recall if the intoxicating liquid had yet to pass my now seemingly dry lips.

"Everything alright, my friend?" His voice was barely above a whisper, a tendril of heat licked the shell of my ear. He was so close, when had he moved?

As a gutteral, "Yes." Left the square of my chest, I turned on my heel stopping only to get caught in the waves of his oceanic eyes. His porceline face wrinkled with concern, causing him to age well beyond his years. The baby blue orbs and light feathered freckles redeeming him in the dim mansion light.

"Why.. do you ask, Charles?" The cool crystal met my lips, eager tongue welcoming the burning distraction of hard liquor.

"You seem- Off." I didn't have to look at him to know there was a slight smile dancing on those full lips of his. He'd done this to me before. I think. I had no way to prove it, and I was damned sure I was too stubborn to confront him. I know he would never lie to me, but what if these thoughts were purely of my own design?

"Just tired." I croaked out, setting myself down rather harshly in one of the elaborately carved chairs across him him.

A humble vibration reverberated through me as I felt his glass hit the table softly, followed by his lithe frame following suit to where he had previously been.

My eyes remained closed until I felt a wave of heat climb rapidly up my legs. Glancing down I saw those thin fingers smoothing out the lines of my grey slacks, the contrast of his black fabriced palms caused a breath to catch in my throat.

"Charles-" Before I could choke out any more words the man in question gripped the front of my trousers harshly, busting the button and zipper. Wasting no time, leaving me unable to react- the professor cupped me firmly through a thin layer of fabric. "Already hard, I see." An adorable tilt of his head, and pink tongue darting out to wet those deliciously red lips was enough to break me. My fingers seized the mess of curls, holding him in place as the cumbersome slab of wood flew up and crashed against the opposing concrete wall.

"Erik." A wanting sigh met my ears, and he was thrown against the lumbered dining table- me close in toe. Our bodies smashed together, my hand encircling his throat- our breath fanning eachothers lusted features. His lips open, panting heavily. They looked delectable and I ghosted over him, mere inklings of kisses.

Almost.

Almost.

"What the hell?" Her voice was shrill, the gold of her iris' burning bright with confusion. I came to, only to note that the silver rimmed saucers of the tea service had shot up and bolted through the back windows, just past the shocked faces of the educator and his kid sister.

"Uh. Sorry." Before spinning and stalking up the stairs from whence I came, I noticed a mischievous glimmer in his sapphire eyes- causing the swelling in my still fastened pants to need urgent attendance.