Fic: Play in Three Acts, Chapter 3: Erik
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sabinetzinTitle: Play in Three Acts, Chapter 3: Erik
Summary: Take two and call me in the morning.
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Word Count: 2069
Rating/Contents: NC-17, sexy (mis)use of mutant abilities
Pairing: Charles/Erik/Raven
Policies: Read my archiving, feedback, and warnings policies here.
A/N:cesare, blah, her fault, blah. Also there may or may not be some hair pulling, which may or not have been requested. By someone. Somewhere along the way, in all of these various stories I have been writing, all these mutants got REAL voyeuristic. Not sure why. Not sure I care why.
Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
This time, he gets a Charles and two Eriks; he doesn't think he can raise his eyebrow any higher. "I don't think I'm that narcissistic," he says, as Charles goes to sit in his chair.
The Eriks smirk at each other, and it's worrying how well they've got that look down. Both of them flicker blue, and he ends up with a Raven and a Charles standing in front of him.
"We just wanted to see the look on your face," the Charles in the corner says.
"So, this is the final round," Raven says. "It took us a while to decide what to do."
"First we tried to decide what was the most fair," Charles says.
"Then we tried to decide what was the hardest," she says.
"Then we threw the whole thing out and decided to do whatever we wanted," other Charles says, grinning.
"Just like always," Erik says, rolling his eyes. "So, I'm to decide who's who?"
"Simple," Raven says.
"And I suppose there aren't any rules," he says.
"Of course not," Charles says, smiling. "We wouldn't pay attention to them anyway."
He crooks a finger at them. "Well, get over here, then."
It's not quite as frantic as it's been the other times; they slip in on either side of him, and Charles takes Erik's face in his hands, kissing him deeply, slowly. Raven's hands slide over his chest, just feeling, enjoying, and when she reaches down to his cock, she strokes him slowly, like she's got all the time in the world to do it, like coming is totally secondary to enjoying. Charles lets his face go, and Erik turns to kiss Raven, hard but slow, matching the way she's working his cock, the way things are going.
When he finally breaks the kiss, Raven looks over him at Charles, and Charles grins. They lean over Erik, their kisses messy, dirty; Erik thought it was hot to see them together, but seeing them together directly on top of him is a whole new level. Raven's stopped stroking him, and Erik doesn't even care right now, too focused on looking at them.
They're kind of a confusing tangle of limbs for a minute, a process that happens sort of on Erik but mostly without his help, but they end up stretched out next to Erik, facing the opposite direction. Charles is on top of her, pinning her hands above her head, kissing her again and again, teasing her. Erik looks at the corner, but the Charles who's sitting over there looks exactly the same as last time they did this; he's completely focused, barely blinking, frowning in concentration. He flicks his eyes up briefly when he sees Erik looking at him, but then he's back to staring.
Looking at Charles and Raven is so much more interesting; Charles is biting at her neck now, sliding his fingers in and out of her. He moves his fingers down, and her eyes widen. "Why, Charles Xavier," she says, pretending to be highly offended. "I never."
"If by never," he says, "you mean every day and twice on Sundays."
"You're dirty," she tells him.
"If you didn't want dirty, you'd have gotten rid of me a long time ago," he replies, kissing her. "If you wouldn't mind?" he says to Erik, indicating the lubricant on the nightstand.
Erik passes it over, looking at the two of them in amusement. "Exactly where do I fit into all this?"
"I thought you could fit into me while I fit into her," Charles says. "If it's not too much trouble."
Erik grins. "It's no trouble at all, believe me."
Charles grins back at him, before turning his attention to Raven, working his slick fingers inside of her, getting her ready, before tossing the bottle to Erik. "Just lie back," he tells Raven, "and think of England."
"Charles," she says, "I'm an American."
"What does it matter?" Charles says, pushing her thighs open. "England's a perfectly nice place to think of."
She's probably got a snappy retort for that, but Charles pushes inside of her just then, and she moans, her hand fisted in the sheets. "You have no idea," she pants, "how hard it is not to make a joke about Greece right now."
Charles laughs, leaning down to kiss her. "There's my girl."
Erik shakes his head. The two of them are patently fucking ridiculous, and god help him, he can't get enough.
He spreads the lubricant over his fingers; Charles isn't moving, right at the moment, just kissing Raven, getting her accustomed to having him inside her. Erik strokes a hand down Charles's back, pressing his wet fingers into him, toying with him before pushing them inside.
"Mmm, like that," Charles says, moving inside Raven, moving against Erik's fingers.
"You are so greedy," Erik says affectionately.
"No complaints thus far," he replies. "Give me another one."
Erik rolls his eyes, pushing three and then four into him; by the time Charles has had enough of Erik's fingers, Raven is already making little wrecked sounds underneath him, writhing like she's going to come before Erik even gets started.
Actually, now that he's thought about that, it seems like a really good idea. He kneels up, putting his hands on Charles's shoulders. "I want to see her come."
Charles gives him a look. "You're sort of missing the point of this you-me-her idea."
"You're missing the point," he says, letting his voice drop into that growl that does things to Charles. "I want you to fuck her until she comes. I want to watch. Then I want you to keep fucking her while I fuck you."
"Do I get a vote?" Raven asks.
The two of them look down at her. "Do you want one?" Charles asks.
"I mean, I was going to vote for Erik's plan," she says. "I thought I could be the tiebreaker, if there was a problem."
"Unanimous, then," Charles says, tilting his head to kiss Erik.
He grins at Raven, grabbing her by the thighs and dragging her closer, tighter against him. Her hand has fallen away, and he takes it, putting it right back over her mound. As he starts to move, she touches herself, her fingers moving quickly over her flesh.
Erik is probably crowding Charles more than a little bit, but that seems really unimportant compared to being able to see them, Charles's cock moving in and out of her ass, her fingers moving in and out her cunt. Even with the interruption, it's barely any time before she's making those noises again, pressing back against Charles, needing more. She's biting her bottom lip like she's trying to keep it in, squirming like she wants to get more and get away at the same time.
"That's it," Charles says, and even in profile Erik can see that his smile is wicked. "Come on, darling."
She shudders when she comes, her hand pressed tight against her body, the other clutching at the sheets. "Oh god," she says, slumping against the bed.
After all that, as hot as it was, Erik can't help but look at her curiously. "What?" she asks, breathlessly.
Erik isn't sure how to or if he should articulate this question; Charles puts his fingers to his temple, sidestepping that whole process. "Ahh," he says. "If you're you and I'm me, why wasn't it like this when he fucked me-you?"
"You're worried about this now?" she pants. "Different," she makes a twirling motion with her finger, "equipment. Also," she says, grinning, in Charles's voice, "I am very good."
"Or, more logical answer," Charles offers, "I'm her and she's me, and this is what I think it would be like."
Erik stares at the two of them.
"Right," Charles says brightly, "now that we've cleverly confused the hell out of him, let's move on, shall we?" He grabs Erik's arm, squeezing it far more roughly than Erik expected. "Because if you do not shut up and fuck me right this instant, I am going to throw you out, and then I am going to call the police and report a naked pervert in my bushes."
"I never actually said anything," Erik points out, but he pushes Charles forward, shoving his thighs open.
The motion pushes him forward onto Raven, and he catches himself on his arms, inches from her face. "Hello there," he says, grinning, and he bends down to kiss her; he ends up groaning against her mouth as Erik shoves into him, hard. That pushes Charles into her, and she makes a desperate, broken noise.
"Jesus Christ," she mutters.
"I know," Charles says, kissing the side of her face.
It's incredible, after that. They're moving together, they're working against each other; Erik is the one who comes closest to having any semblance of control in this situation, but he's rapidly losing it. He's driving into Charles, and his hand is on Raven's thigh, and they're sort of an amalgam underneath him. They're talking to each other, or at least they're making noises that sound like words; Charles's hand is working fast between them, and he catches Erik's, pulling it down. "Borrowing this," he says, guiding it to her breast, because that's Charles, taking what he needs when he needs it.
Raven is saying something like no, and Charles is saying something like yes, and Erik rubs his thumb over her nipple and Charles moves his hand faster and Raven arches off the bed so hard that it actually knocks Erik back a little.
"Erik," Charles is saying now, desperately, his voice almost a whine. "Erik, god, Erik, I'm so- I'm so close-"
Erik pulls him up, lacing his hand into Charles's hair and using it to tilt his head back, leaving his neck all stretched out for him. He looks down at Raven over Charles's shoulder, and she looks back up at him with glassy, satisfied eyes; he kisses Charles's neck, not taking his eyes off hers, and she grins. "Come on, Charles," Erik says, pushing into him harder, fucking into him just right, biting where he's just kissed. "Come on, give it up for me."
Charles makes the best sound when he comes, absolutely lost, wrecked; Erik doesn't try to hold back anymore, letting Charles drag him over the edge. He's sure the sounds he's making are completely ridiculous, but if he were able to care about that, well.
He wouldn't, on general principle.
He only just manages not to collapse onto Charles; he's collapsed onto Charles plenty of times, but Charles has collapsed onto Raven, and while Raven is a lot stronger than she looks, she's probably not up to being crushed by two grown men who are, at this point, dead weight.
A long, satisfied time later, Charles finally finds it within himself to roll off of her, staring up at the ceiling. "So?" he says.
"Get rid of that thing in the corner," Erik says, waving his hand at the duplicate Charles. "I am very impressed that you kept it up this long, but after a while, you forgot to make it breathe."
Charles presses the back of his hand to his forehead. "I knew I was forgetting something." He raises his arm into the air and snaps his fingers, and the image winks out. "And?"
"This," he says, rolling towards them, running a hand over Raven's stomach, "is the real Raven."
Charles tilts his head, looking at her. "Was," he says. "Was the real Raven. I'm not entirely certain we didn't kill her."
"Go to hell," Raven says, sighing contentedly.
"Nope, that's still her," Charles confirms.
"And that leaves you to be Charles," Erik says.
Charles smiles. "How did you know?"
Erik grins. "I've been practicing. Now," he says, "it's time for you to start practicing for my game."
"Oh?"
"It's called 'Erik Gets His Revenge,'" he says, smirking.
Charles rolls his eyes. "Very creative title."
"Yours doesn't even have a title," Erik points out.
Raven spots the metal snake headed for Charles's ankle. "I think it might need to be called 'Why Charles Shouldn't Have Bought a Metal Headboard.'"
"What?" Charles asks, confused, just before the snake coils around his ankle. "Oh," he says, looking down. "We are in trouble," he tells Raven.
"I think you're in trouble," she says, shutting her eyes.
She doesn't see the other snake until it's too late.
Summary: Take two and call me in the morning.
Fandom: X-Men: First Class
Word Count: 2069
Rating/Contents: NC-17, sexy (mis)use of mutant abilities
Pairing: Charles/Erik/Raven
Policies: Read my archiving, feedback, and warnings policies here.
A/N:
cesare, blah, her fault, blah. Also there may or may not be some hair pulling, which may or not have been requested. By someone. Somewhere along the way, in all of these various stories I have been writing, all these mutants got REAL voyeuristic. Not sure why. Not sure I care why.Chapter 1 | Chapter 2
This time, he gets a Charles and two Eriks; he doesn't think he can raise his eyebrow any higher. "I don't think I'm that narcissistic," he says, as Charles goes to sit in his chair.
The Eriks smirk at each other, and it's worrying how well they've got that look down. Both of them flicker blue, and he ends up with a Raven and a Charles standing in front of him.
"We just wanted to see the look on your face," the Charles in the corner says.
"So, this is the final round," Raven says. "It took us a while to decide what to do."
"First we tried to decide what was the most fair," Charles says.
"Then we tried to decide what was the hardest," she says.
"Then we threw the whole thing out and decided to do whatever we wanted," other Charles says, grinning.
"Just like always," Erik says, rolling his eyes. "So, I'm to decide who's who?"
"Simple," Raven says.
"And I suppose there aren't any rules," he says.
"Of course not," Charles says, smiling. "We wouldn't pay attention to them anyway."
He crooks a finger at them. "Well, get over here, then."
It's not quite as frantic as it's been the other times; they slip in on either side of him, and Charles takes Erik's face in his hands, kissing him deeply, slowly. Raven's hands slide over his chest, just feeling, enjoying, and when she reaches down to his cock, she strokes him slowly, like she's got all the time in the world to do it, like coming is totally secondary to enjoying. Charles lets his face go, and Erik turns to kiss Raven, hard but slow, matching the way she's working his cock, the way things are going.
When he finally breaks the kiss, Raven looks over him at Charles, and Charles grins. They lean over Erik, their kisses messy, dirty; Erik thought it was hot to see them together, but seeing them together directly on top of him is a whole new level. Raven's stopped stroking him, and Erik doesn't even care right now, too focused on looking at them.
They're kind of a confusing tangle of limbs for a minute, a process that happens sort of on Erik but mostly without his help, but they end up stretched out next to Erik, facing the opposite direction. Charles is on top of her, pinning her hands above her head, kissing her again and again, teasing her. Erik looks at the corner, but the Charles who's sitting over there looks exactly the same as last time they did this; he's completely focused, barely blinking, frowning in concentration. He flicks his eyes up briefly when he sees Erik looking at him, but then he's back to staring.
Looking at Charles and Raven is so much more interesting; Charles is biting at her neck now, sliding his fingers in and out of her. He moves his fingers down, and her eyes widen. "Why, Charles Xavier," she says, pretending to be highly offended. "I never."
"If by never," he says, "you mean every day and twice on Sundays."
"You're dirty," she tells him.
"If you didn't want dirty, you'd have gotten rid of me a long time ago," he replies, kissing her. "If you wouldn't mind?" he says to Erik, indicating the lubricant on the nightstand.
Erik passes it over, looking at the two of them in amusement. "Exactly where do I fit into all this?"
"I thought you could fit into me while I fit into her," Charles says. "If it's not too much trouble."
Erik grins. "It's no trouble at all, believe me."
Charles grins back at him, before turning his attention to Raven, working his slick fingers inside of her, getting her ready, before tossing the bottle to Erik. "Just lie back," he tells Raven, "and think of England."
"Charles," she says, "I'm an American."
"What does it matter?" Charles says, pushing her thighs open. "England's a perfectly nice place to think of."
She's probably got a snappy retort for that, but Charles pushes inside of her just then, and she moans, her hand fisted in the sheets. "You have no idea," she pants, "how hard it is not to make a joke about Greece right now."
Charles laughs, leaning down to kiss her. "There's my girl."
Erik shakes his head. The two of them are patently fucking ridiculous, and god help him, he can't get enough.
He spreads the lubricant over his fingers; Charles isn't moving, right at the moment, just kissing Raven, getting her accustomed to having him inside her. Erik strokes a hand down Charles's back, pressing his wet fingers into him, toying with him before pushing them inside.
"Mmm, like that," Charles says, moving inside Raven, moving against Erik's fingers.
"You are so greedy," Erik says affectionately.
"No complaints thus far," he replies. "Give me another one."
Erik rolls his eyes, pushing three and then four into him; by the time Charles has had enough of Erik's fingers, Raven is already making little wrecked sounds underneath him, writhing like she's going to come before Erik even gets started.
Actually, now that he's thought about that, it seems like a really good idea. He kneels up, putting his hands on Charles's shoulders. "I want to see her come."
Charles gives him a look. "You're sort of missing the point of this you-me-her idea."
"You're missing the point," he says, letting his voice drop into that growl that does things to Charles. "I want you to fuck her until she comes. I want to watch. Then I want you to keep fucking her while I fuck you."
"Do I get a vote?" Raven asks.
The two of them look down at her. "Do you want one?" Charles asks.
"I mean, I was going to vote for Erik's plan," she says. "I thought I could be the tiebreaker, if there was a problem."
"Unanimous, then," Charles says, tilting his head to kiss Erik.
He grins at Raven, grabbing her by the thighs and dragging her closer, tighter against him. Her hand has fallen away, and he takes it, putting it right back over her mound. As he starts to move, she touches herself, her fingers moving quickly over her flesh.
Erik is probably crowding Charles more than a little bit, but that seems really unimportant compared to being able to see them, Charles's cock moving in and out of her ass, her fingers moving in and out her cunt. Even with the interruption, it's barely any time before she's making those noises again, pressing back against Charles, needing more. She's biting her bottom lip like she's trying to keep it in, squirming like she wants to get more and get away at the same time.
"That's it," Charles says, and even in profile Erik can see that his smile is wicked. "Come on, darling."
She shudders when she comes, her hand pressed tight against her body, the other clutching at the sheets. "Oh god," she says, slumping against the bed.
After all that, as hot as it was, Erik can't help but look at her curiously. "What?" she asks, breathlessly.
Erik isn't sure how to or if he should articulate this question; Charles puts his fingers to his temple, sidestepping that whole process. "Ahh," he says. "If you're you and I'm me, why wasn't it like this when he fucked me-you?"
"You're worried about this now?" she pants. "Different," she makes a twirling motion with her finger, "equipment. Also," she says, grinning, in Charles's voice, "I am very good."
"Or, more logical answer," Charles offers, "I'm her and she's me, and this is what I think it would be like."
Erik stares at the two of them.
"Right," Charles says brightly, "now that we've cleverly confused the hell out of him, let's move on, shall we?" He grabs Erik's arm, squeezing it far more roughly than Erik expected. "Because if you do not shut up and fuck me right this instant, I am going to throw you out, and then I am going to call the police and report a naked pervert in my bushes."
"I never actually said anything," Erik points out, but he pushes Charles forward, shoving his thighs open.
The motion pushes him forward onto Raven, and he catches himself on his arms, inches from her face. "Hello there," he says, grinning, and he bends down to kiss her; he ends up groaning against her mouth as Erik shoves into him, hard. That pushes Charles into her, and she makes a desperate, broken noise.
"Jesus Christ," she mutters.
"I know," Charles says, kissing the side of her face.
It's incredible, after that. They're moving together, they're working against each other; Erik is the one who comes closest to having any semblance of control in this situation, but he's rapidly losing it. He's driving into Charles, and his hand is on Raven's thigh, and they're sort of an amalgam underneath him. They're talking to each other, or at least they're making noises that sound like words; Charles's hand is working fast between them, and he catches Erik's, pulling it down. "Borrowing this," he says, guiding it to her breast, because that's Charles, taking what he needs when he needs it.
Raven is saying something like no, and Charles is saying something like yes, and Erik rubs his thumb over her nipple and Charles moves his hand faster and Raven arches off the bed so hard that it actually knocks Erik back a little.
"Erik," Charles is saying now, desperately, his voice almost a whine. "Erik, god, Erik, I'm so- I'm so close-"
Erik pulls him up, lacing his hand into Charles's hair and using it to tilt his head back, leaving his neck all stretched out for him. He looks down at Raven over Charles's shoulder, and she looks back up at him with glassy, satisfied eyes; he kisses Charles's neck, not taking his eyes off hers, and she grins. "Come on, Charles," Erik says, pushing into him harder, fucking into him just right, biting where he's just kissed. "Come on, give it up for me."
Charles makes the best sound when he comes, absolutely lost, wrecked; Erik doesn't try to hold back anymore, letting Charles drag him over the edge. He's sure the sounds he's making are completely ridiculous, but if he were able to care about that, well.
He wouldn't, on general principle.
He only just manages not to collapse onto Charles; he's collapsed onto Charles plenty of times, but Charles has collapsed onto Raven, and while Raven is a lot stronger than she looks, she's probably not up to being crushed by two grown men who are, at this point, dead weight.
A long, satisfied time later, Charles finally finds it within himself to roll off of her, staring up at the ceiling. "So?" he says.
"Get rid of that thing in the corner," Erik says, waving his hand at the duplicate Charles. "I am very impressed that you kept it up this long, but after a while, you forgot to make it breathe."
Charles presses the back of his hand to his forehead. "I knew I was forgetting something." He raises his arm into the air and snaps his fingers, and the image winks out. "And?"
"This," he says, rolling towards them, running a hand over Raven's stomach, "is the real Raven."
Charles tilts his head, looking at her. "Was," he says. "Was the real Raven. I'm not entirely certain we didn't kill her."
"Go to hell," Raven says, sighing contentedly.
"Nope, that's still her," Charles confirms.
"And that leaves you to be Charles," Erik says.
Charles smiles. "How did you know?"
Erik grins. "I've been practicing. Now," he says, "it's time for you to start practicing for my game."
"Oh?"
"It's called 'Erik Gets His Revenge,'" he says, smirking.
Charles rolls his eyes. "Very creative title."
"Yours doesn't even have a title," Erik points out.
Raven spots the metal snake headed for Charles's ankle. "I think it might need to be called 'Why Charles Shouldn't Have Bought a Metal Headboard.'"
"What?" Charles asks, confused, just before the snake coils around his ankle. "Oh," he says, looking down. "We are in trouble," he tells Raven.
"I think you're in trouble," she says, shutting her eyes.
She doesn't see the other snake until it's too late.
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Date: 2012-01-07 08:41 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-01-07 08:54 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-01-07 12:52 pm (UTC)Total delight, start to finish. ♥
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Date: 2012-01-07 07:00 pm (UTC)I'll...be in my bunk. And contemplating Erik's revenge.