Waking Dreaming

 

The land of dreams had always been a strange place to Charles Xavier.  It allowed him to explore realities that were beyond his reach.  This night his mind had been wandering aimlessly.  He found himself restless even in sleep, which was quite unusual given his de-stress techniques.

It was rather late in the dream that he was following, but it took a completely different bent.  He couldn’t tell if it was Moira or Lilandra, but one of his former lovers was with him.  How odd, but it was nice to be with a comforting soul again.  She kissed him though he could still not lock in on the face.  For all he knew he was imagining being with a hooker, but that had never really been a fantasy of Charles’. 

When physical sensation started to enter into the dream it began to wake him, but his brain still felt fuzzy.  Was someone there?  He reached out with the minimal control he had of his telepathic senses to see if it was anyone.  There was no mental signature, no thought pattern to clue him in to who it was atop him doing– astounding things to him.  He had the vague sense of weight, but even looking up he could see nothing.  A shadowy form without a face.

A phantom then.  The phantom knew what it was doing, sliding it’s hips on him.  He concentrated on the feelings as they were incredibly real.  The texture was as acute and present as the pleasure washing through him– this just couldn’t be a dream.  Yet, his brain was still feeling fuzzy, as if he weren’t quite awake yet.  That must be it.

Placing his hands on the soft thighs of his ghost lover, he stroked up her sides as she moved feeling the rhythm of their love.  It seemed so... intense.  Passionate even though he couldn’t see a face.  How wonderful she was!  The emotions inside him and physical sensation reached their peak.  This was so incredible he couldn’t stand it.  Arching his back he poured out this energy that was inside him that had felt pent up.  He could release himself and relax.

He drifted back to sleep feeling satiated and unwound.

 

The Phantom

 

Sneaking into the Professor’s bedroom wasn’t the easiest thing in the world, but it wasn’t that difficult.  Certainly not difficult enough to keep the premier thief in the country out of his room should he want in.  Slinking to the bedside, he peered at Charles without fear of waking him.  The telepath had little awareness of where the thief was because of his mutation. 

Even in his sleep the man seemed warn– exhausted.  He had first noticed it abut a week ago.  The Professor was being more uptight than usual and Remy began to wonder why.  It didn’t take long for him to come up with an answer.  It had been nearly a year since he’d even seen Lilandra and while he was her consort he wouldn’t go to anyone else.  So, someone else was going to have to come to him.

He had made up his mind about two days after he figured it out.  This would do the Professor good.  Gently pulling back the comforter, he made sure none of his clothing would get in the way of his plans.  The Professor wore flannel pajamas to bed, but the button down shirt wouldn’t be a problem and if he did it correctly, he could draw the bottoms off without disturbing him.  Making sure he was as undressed as he needed him, Remy removed what little clothing he brought with him and started his plan.

Everything begins with a kiss.  After all, Xavier was probably incorporating this into a dream and it had to start somewhere.  Kissing down his chest he noticed that Xavier became aware at least peripherally of what was happening as his breathing rhythm changed.  Working his way to Charles’ waist, then lower, Remy got himself in the mood for what he was about to do.  It didn’t happen often, but he felt just cocky enough to pull it off.

Lightly brushing over Xavier’s half interested penis with his lips, he breathed in.  It had been a long time since he had done this, but not so long that he would forget the taste, nor lose his proficiency.  Giving light attention with the tip of his tongue certainly got Xavier interested.  After a moment Remy decided to make this intense for him.  Taking him in, he found that his blood must be flowing strong despite his sleep.  He took up most of his mouth.  Relaxing his throat he plunged farther down onto Charles which made a noise come from his mostly closed lips.

It was nearly time to move on.  Having come prepared, Remy opened his lubricant with as little noise as possible.  Closing it just as quietly, after having dispensed a small amount, he set it aside in a place he’d be sure to remember it before he left.  Still tending to Xavier, he sighed shakily as he prepared himself, letting the salve slick him over, penetrating himself with a finger.  It had been even longer since he had done this.  He had forgotten how good it felt. 

Kneeling up on Charles’ bed, he made sure to kiss him as he guided Charles inside.  Relaxing his muscles he let Xavier slide inside him.  Sitting on him, he shivered as he got used to the sensation.  A heartbeat later and Remy was moving on him, sliding over him with delicious pangs echoing inside him as he rocked.  Remy could hear the Professor regain consciousness and his breathing pattern become normal.  He sighed and gasped as the motion and sheer pleasure coaxed him into letting Remy stay.

Xavier’s hands raised to his hips, but he didn’t push him away, just followed the rhythm.  Remy could see the Professor’s eyes open and he made sure that his charm was on, just in case the Professor could see in this completely black room.  It would be difficult for Charles to see much of anything though if it was difficult for Remy to see.  The hands raised up his sides as if begging for more and Remy gave it, speeding up the pace just a touch.  He could feel the Professor begin to thrust up into him in his semi conscious state.

Shuddering out a breath, the Professor moaned making the feel of the love turn insistent.  “Oh,” he breathed out just articulate enough.  “Yes,” he whispered.

So that’s what the Professor cried when in bed.  He had to admit that he was relieved that it wasn’t a name.  He’d have been disappointed then, but he didn’t know why he should have been, even theoretically.  Feeling that the Professor was close, he nibbled lightly on his nipples causing everything to come crashing to a surprisingly cushioned fall.  Including the Professor’s consciousness.  Remy didn’t get to finish, but he had too much left to do at this point.  He would clean up then go to his room where he could take care of himself being that he had an awful erection from being impaled.

Remy was thorough in his clean up, redressing the Professor, putting the blankets back and taking everything he had brought with him.  Closing the door silently, he made his way back to his room.  Using the left over lube and the Professor’s deposit, he fingered himself with one hand and stroked with the other.  He wished he had gotten a chance to finish with the Professor, but then he would have had double the mess to clean up.

Replaying the feelings in his mind and the image of the Professor losing control made him able to reach his release.  Happy with his good deed for the day, he went off to sleep hoping that he would be able to wake up in the morning when bidden.

 

Waking into a Nightmare

 

The morning brought cheerful expressions from the Professor to everyone and Remy had to hide his smile when he was given a friendly one in the morning.  At least he was feeling better.

Deciding that being good needed to be balanced with being bad, he got a tall glass of water and presented it to the Professor.  He looked at it oddly.  “Here, Prof.  I tink y’ll be needin’ dis.”  Perplexed, Charles took the glass and sipped from it as Gambit sauntered out of the kitchen.  He did find that he was more thirsty than he usually was in the mornings, but didn’t think much of it until he thought of a reason he might be more dehydrated but... that dream wasn’t real.  It couldn’t have been.  He was clean in the morning and there had been no presence there during–

No presence he could sense.  He had never been able to sense Gambit.

The glass slipped from his loosening fingers and shattered on the metal cover of his hoverchair.  “Professor!” everyone shouted in concern.

“Oh god,” he whispered.  Turning to his students distressed faces, he said, “I’m sorry.  Excuse me for a moment.”  Hovering out, he left them to pick up the shattered glass.  As if he could have picked anything like that up anyway.  He was grateful to have them around.

His attention turned to Gambit.  The young man was making his way upstairs and he aimed to have a little talk with the man before he got away.  “Gambit, might I have a word with you in my office?”

Remy thought about it. “Okay, but just one,” he said gravely.

They walked into his office and closed the door behind them.  “Gambit–“

”Is dat all y’ wanted to say t’ me?” he joked.  “Y’ couldda’ said dat in de hallway.”

“Remy, this is serious.  I would like but a moment of your time.  Please sit down.”  Cocking his head to the side, Remy sat.

“Okay.  Y’ have m’ undivided attention.”

“I know that I usually do not inquire into the personal lives of my students, but something happened last night.  Where were you?”

“What time?  Went to bed ‘round midnight ‘cause o’ Scott’s habit o’ wakin’ us up at ungodly hours o de mornin’.  Why, what happened?”

“I... I want you to be truthful with me, Remy.  This is important to me.”

“You think I’m lyin’?”

“Not necessarily, but you made a rather odd comment this morning.”

“Oh, dat.  I figured you needed it.  After all, you been so stressed.”

“Needed–?”

“De water o’ course.  Hear Henri goin’ on all de time ‘bout how water helps y’ regulate everythin’.  Seemed like y’ needed some regulatin’.”  Remy’s smile hid something.

“Remy... I’m uncertain how to ask you this without it sounding like an accusation, but I must know.”  Remy inclined his head.  “Did you come to my room last night?”

 Remy’s eyebrows rose.  “Now why would I be in y’ bedroom ‘n de middle o’ de night?  Havin’ fantasies, Prof?” he smirked.

“No, never!  Not about a student.”

“Den no worries, non?”

“Remy, Please!  Say yes or no and let it be the truth.”

Remy was quiet for some time while the Professor bowed his head.  “De trut’ hunh?  Yes.”

Xavier’s head snapped up.  “Yes, what?”

“Y’ only asked for one word.”

“It was you then?  You– Gambit, how could you?  You violated me...?”

“As I recall it was you who did de violatin’.”

“You violated my faith, my emotions– my privacy!”

“You seemed to enjoy it, Professor.”

“I was half conscious, damn you!” he roared.  Xavier was getting red in the face now.

“Tell me Professor, had you been conscious, would you have stopped it?”

“Of course I would have.” 

Remy smelled the lie, or at very least the uncertainty.  He shook his head looking at the floor.  “I still t’ink it done y’ good.  Y’ were fine dis mornin’.”

“You’ve brought me nothing but a good deal of distress.”  The Professor put his fingers to his forehead and sighed.

“Professor, y’ wouldda’ burst a blood vessel de way y’ been stressin’ out lately.  Least now you can handle what’s on your plate.”

“Are you... trying to say– that your actions weren’t self serving?”

“Y’ kiddin’?   I didn’t need to come to you, Professor.  I thought I might help, but no, you gotta make a huge deal out of one night dat shouldn’ even have been realized.  I’m sorry I tried.”  Gambit got up indignantly, postured to leave. 

“Remy–“ Gambit stood there waiting for him to continue.  “If we do forget about it... will you promise me that it will never happen again?”

Gambit smiled.  “O’course.”

“Swear, Remy– on the life of your parents, do you swear?”  The way he put it– it was so very strong that Remy had to sit and re-think the whole thing and ponder why this request was phrased like a threat.

“I don’ even know m’ parents, Prof.”

“Pretend you do, Remy.  This is something that I need you to be serious about.”

“Okay.  Say I know my parents.  What makes me want to swear on deir lives?”

“I would think that your love of people in general would extend to them.”

“Why’s dis soundin’ more like a threat de longer I listen to you?”

“Because I am losing patience with you– now swear!”

“All right!  I’ll never do it again, Prof.”  At the discouraging look he got, he continued, “On de lives of my parents, I will not do dat again.  I’m sorry dat you were so bent outta shape over it.”

“I never want to hear of the incident again.  And don’t tell anyone else, either.  Especially Lilandra.”

“I bet she’d have an extra special cow.”

“She most certainly would.  Please leave me.”  Remy sighed and turned toward the door ready to leave.  “Remy– I do still want you on the team.  You are welcome here, I just– cannot handle anything of this nature.  Please forgive me?”  Now the Professor was acting really weird.  Why get so upset with Remy then all of a sudden act like it was the Professor instead who was being cruel and apologizing for it?

Numbly, Remy nodded.  Walking out of the room Remy thought to himself, who would have ever pegged the Professor as a homophobic?  The door closed gently behind him and he walked down the hall, trying to think of how he was going to forget about this.

“Professor?!” Jean came tearing down the hall with a horribly worried look on her face.  Remy didn’t stop her.  He must have been really upset if Jean was worried about him now.  She entered his office and Remy heard the faint sound of a grown man weeping until the door shut again.

The Professor was crying over this?  Incredible.  Remy shook his head as he walked away from his study.

Inside the Professor’s study door Jean tried to console the Professor out of whatever fit he was having.  “Professor?  What is it?”

“Jean, I just– would like to be alone for a little while.  Won’t you excuse me?” he asked, then left his own office.  It wasn’t very often that he did that because it signified his unwillingness to see anyone.  He usually headed to his room after that since it was the only place no one would come and see him.  Until recently, that is.