billions of light years

Chapter 6

Pain, struggle, grotesque mottled color blocks, crazily repeated chaotic movements... These are the tears and screams of others that little Charles sometimes dreams about.But today he dreamed of something else.

Teenagers, what a beautiful age, even the cool breeze will be willing to stay for them for a while, so as to get close to the lips that are usually compared to rose petals by second-rate writers.In fact, those two plump, bright and moist human tissues are not like plants at all, but once you think about what kind of individual they belong to, they will naturally become lovable.The sun is buried deep in the boy's body, waiting for a certain moment, it will sprout, forcibly elevating the boy's immature body, allowing him to face the invasion of wind and rain.Finally, there will be bright flowers made of sunlight.It's like being sprinkled with gold dust.

As for Charles, he was probably so much loved by the sun that the seed couldn't bear to torture his bones.But what did such an elf-like boy dream about—a scene that was enough to make everyone blush and whisper.But Charles just stretched out his naked body, let the sun break through the mistletoe and snuggled up to his neck wantonly, indulged in sulfur and flames to suffocate every peeping person—they all became Asmond in an instant The successor of Tice, let Satan be bewitched. Charles stood on tiptoe and caught the red, juicy, crispy and sweet Fruit of Good and Evil in the Garden of Eden that automatically severed its relationship with its branches and leaves. Ask, "I just took a bite out of an apple."

His flushed cheeks and wet hair are like John prostrated in front of the cross and weeping. Even the brows wrinkled in pain are like Sisyphus who atones for sin. Those who are riding under him can't help feeling, "Oh my God , Charles, my friend..." said the man, "I feel like a saint".What kind of bad taste makes this person have the face to call each other "my friend" in bed?He tensed his neck and raised his head, pressed his hands on the strong chest of the person below him, controlled his body to rise and fall, and rode him or was ridden wantonly. His blue eyes were lost under his eyelids, as if seen through a paper window, flickering fire candle.

"You shouldn't do that," he heard someone talking about them nastyly, babbling like a starving black crow resentful of a lion's hunt.

"What else can I do?" He responded to the burning desire/fire with a soft gasp.Isn't the story of Oedipus instructive enough?He swung his waist, sweat dripping down the slightly concave curve of his back.The apex of bliss roared in the ears for an instant.He tore up the invitation to heaven at that moment.

Charles is more qualified than anyone else to be a believer who combines pious and sensible words, but he voluntarily became a rebellious godslayer.If all this is not arranged by some mysterious force?Then why can't he escape the shackles of fate on his way against God?

wake up.Little Charles woke up from the bed alone, his mind still clinging to those sweet sores.He blushed for a moment, but fortunately there were no strange marks on the pajamas and sheets.This wasn't the first time he'd encountered the teenage, slightly boozy warm air, but... it was the first time he'd dreamed about gay sex/things.Like a scorching wind or a sea tearing the sky.Little Charles was still a little shy when he went downstairs, and even avoided the smiling eyes of Erik who was cooking in the kitchen downstairs, and then explained sheepishly, "Sorry, I just woke up not sober .” That expression scared Erik into thinking that he had been caught having a sexual dream last night.

As if to cover up, little Charles ran to the kitchen, flipping on his slippers, to watch Erik cook.Breathtaking. Erik just stood there and moved his fingers, all kinds of seasonings accurate to a few decimal places were automatically weighed by the scale, and the knife sliced ​​the slices of bread gracefully and gracefully.

"...you should apply for a cook, Erik."

"Charles, your future self is always using me as a mechanic."

During the warm breakfast time, in the twilight of the morning, it seemed that a few cup-shaped white flowers of sweet cherry trees were blown into the room by the breeze.I don't know which mutant's ability is out of control, and it has created this beauty that spans seasons.

"Charles," Erik asked suddenly at the dinner table, "what foreign language do you speak?"

Little Charles replied, "I only speak English and French, because I like her culture... Is there anything I can do for you, Erik?" In Erik's mind, what France looks like now, and then changed the subject himself - what kind of world is this in the end.This is what Chateaubriand wanted, Charles laughed at himself, no one could bother him at his grave.But no one listened to his organ-like voice from the grave. While Charles was worried and heartbroken, he couldn't help looking forward to today's journey, the legendary ruling center of the European region - he didn't completely believe in subjective impressions, or he couldn't believe it.

In light of the morning conversation, Erik was speaking German to another passenger with cat-ear hair—his men—at work.

Little Charles sat beside him, secretly listening - it's okay for kids to be humble once in a while, is it?So little Charles is actually good at German =V=

Perhaps, as Erik later commented on Charles, "He was always underestimated by friends and enemies alike. This was his greatest strength, but also his weakness." Charles had this habit since he was a child.From this point of view, those superficial accidents have actually already laid the groundwork.

Unfortunately, Erik hadn't realized this, the fact that "Charles Xavier never changed".Or it could be said that he was fascinated by Charles's seemingly silly, white and sweet appearance when he was 15 years old. Of course, it can also be understood that Erik's EQ is actually not as high as that of Charles when he was 15 years old. This is not an official speculation at all.

"...Anyway, that's it, call Hank."

The simple conversation ended, "His name is Logan." Erik switched back to English and introduced to little Charles.

The man with cat ears nodded coldly at Charles, looking very difficult to get along with—

"You really look like your brother." The man's tone was just as unfriendly, but Charles read something else from his mind.This is a message that only he can understand-: [Professor, please cooperate with me, and I will tell you everything later. ]

"Sir, I see you look familiar, did I dream about you?" It's disgusting, little Charles thought unhappily, he doesn't like to cheat, and he likes to make long-term plans, but since he came here, it's always instant Decide, act now - this is not something he is used to.Also, he was a little depressed thinking about it—Erik didn't believe him.All he showed Charles was the world through a rose-colored filter.

"I guess that was a good dream." Logan's face stiffened, and Charles chuckled to himself that this guy must not act often. "We're not a nursery here, and we don't provide services for free, so..."

[Who wrote this line?That's mean. ] Charles said.

[…you wrote it. ]

Erik, who didn't know the truth, looked at the two who seemed to have a bad first impression, and coughed twice. Charles felt that Logan seemed to be shaking in place, and squeezed out a sentence—"I promise to provide the best service, and I will serve you tea and deliver water,"

Charles seemed to hear a loud [fucking Magneto! ]

Little Charles, who had seen through everything, burst out laughing, "Thank you, Uncle Logan."

[……professor? ! ]

There was an indescribable gleam in Logan's eyes, and Charles noticed that when he took off his sunglasses, they were the blue-gray blue of Allan Poe's deep-sea swirls.

In the end, Erik's eyes condemned "Oh my god, such a cute little Charles, you still hate him", Logan temporarily succumbed to Magneto's coercion for a great goal-"It's okay, I'm honest and generous, and I'm old. .”

In less than 5 minutes, the destination arrived.Stupid pigeons stand in a row on the stone wall at the entrance of this building, maybe they are the only ones who dare to approach here.This Baroque-style building is the most mysterious and terrifying department of the Mutant Empire. It doesn't even have an official name. In the eyes of ordinary people, it is the army and the Gestapo; in Erik's mouth, it is the Brotherhood; some people Use "that place" instead.

Erik entrusted little Charles to Logan, "Hank always suspects that I did something bad to Charles, you take him in," he said.

[He's just a jerk,] Logan said to little Charles, [he just wants to see you with people you don't get along with - and of course we don't like seeing him even more. ]

[Would you tell me everything? ] Charles asked, [Also, what does 'Professor' mean? ]

"You'll know everything soon..." Logan pushed open the door and whispered, "The reason you're here, and this freaking future—you helped me, guided me, and now you're going to save us all. "

Facing Charles' questioning gaze, Logan shrugged his shoulders and smiled, "After all, you are Professor X."