Two to Tango, Three to Slide

[brokenoptimism]

In the passing days, Xavier had grown far bolder with his ventures through the mansion that had once been his home. On this particular instance, he had not so much as bothered to lock the door behind him when he stalked his twin to the library of expansive bookshelves. It was one of his favorite places in the entire mansion. He could recall many

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[kpcalmntelepath]

Charles had originally gone into the library to get a book to read before bed...Which book it was seems to have slipped his mind as soon as his mirror's hands were on him. Whether it was simply the fact that they were one and the same, or that the constant hum of a telepathic mind made him attracted to Xavier like moth to flame Charles will never know. But not much mattered when he was stuck in the most pleasant way between his twin and a hard place

[brokenoptimism]

Likewise, even the most innocent brush of thoughts sparked up a connection between them that left Xavier always reaching for more. The heated thoughts between them continued to rock between their minds as their bodies rolled together, amplifying and intensifying the reactions they drew.

"Charles," To moan his own name, even under his breath was a strange and new experience. His reluctance to move forward existed only from his need to keep that control over his younger self's arms

JK, Erik should come in after this, so the order would be XavierCharlesErik

[kpcalmntelepath]

His breath caught in his throat and a few seconds passed before he swallowed slowly, Adam's apple bobbing slowly against Xavier's lips. He would never admit to the high keening noise that escaped his throat as his twin marked him. Twisting his arms slightly, Charles held on to the lip of the shelf, knowing full well that there is no way that thing is coming down.

Gripping the shelf, Charles arched his back, head lulling to the side to rest on his bicep as Xavier snaked his cool fingers into Charles' trousers, as action with elicited a wanton moan as blue eyes slipped shut. The normally reserved Charles couldn't help himself, his thoughts filled with his own and his mirror image's lust, which ebbed and lapped at his mind like the ocean waves.

Biting his lip slightly, Charles bucked his hips slightly before letting loose a low moan into his arm, nails digging into the ancient wood of the shelves.

[serenevengeance]

Erik had been expecting Charles to be seated in his usual chair across from the chess table. Their nightly chess matches were becoming a habit, something he enjoyed as much as he was reluctant to admit he was settling into the routine of it. When the telepath was not in the usual location, it set off a warning in the back of Erik's mind

[brokenoptimism]

Mind still focused wholly on Charles, Xavier did not register Erik come in. His back was still turned to the door, hand sliding further up the smooth skin of his twin's chest. He twisted one of Charles' nipples, laving his tongue against the bruise again. He sucked in a heavy breath through his teeth, forcing Charles' back into the bookcase again with a firm thrust forward. A small gasped moan warming his skin.

Letting Charles' wrists go, he slid his freed arm around behind him and dragged the other man against him. His synapses were on fire, flashing through his system with impulses too fast to keep up with. Somewhere in the steady stream of heat and want and lust he caught a tendril of a thought that was neither his, nor his twins. A familiar mind reeling in bewilderment and- oh. A small smirk turned the corner of his lips and he tugged on Charles' ear lobe with his teeth and a soft breathless chuckle.

I believe we may have a spectator.

[kpcalmntelepath]

"Oh God..." Charles let out a heady moan as he flexed his arms and wrapped a leg around Xavier's waist, eyes still screwed shut in the constant stream of wantwantwant between the two telepaths. Arching his back, gasping and whimpering and moaning without shame the young professor rocked his nimble body in time with Xavier's, too focused on the heat of their passion to notice anything or anyone outside of there link.

That is until his mirror mentioned a spectator and Charles' eyes snapped open. Seeing Erik stand in the doorway of the library caused him to color considerably, but there was no pause or stutter in their movements.

So it would seem... Even his mental voice was breathless as half-lidded eyes regarded Erik, and the exhibitionist in Charles surfaced. A sly smirk stretched kiss-swollen lips as Charles artfully ground his hips against his twin's.

Shall we put on a bit of show?

[serenevengeance]

Erik's breathing hitched for a second at the spectacle before him. Try as he might, he could not tear his eyes away from the sight before him. His mind was trying to wrap itself around what he was seeing as blood rushed down his body with other intentions. The room felt over-heated already and he cleared his throat to try and distract his mind from spiraling down a different series of paths.

Before he realized what he was doing, Erik had stepped into the room, the door sliding shut behind him with a soft click. His focus had snapped to half-lidded azure eyes and the flush that colored Charles' cheeks straight down past his collar, and the dark bruise on the skin there.

This was not how he expected he would react to such a sight. Not that he had ever taken the time to imagine it. He swallowed again, letting his feet carry him another step forward. It was obvious Charles had seen him, and yet, rather than stopping he seemed to have upped the ante.

[brokenoptimism]

Xavier should not have been surprised by Charles' reactions. They were the same person, underneath it all, so it should have come as little surprise he would also want to keep it up. Xavier caught onto that tendril of lust and tugged and twined it into their already warring duo of the heady emotion.

He should have felt guilty, but knowing where the two of them would stand when everything fell apart- he blocked those thoughts back out and spiked the emotions to a new level, pushing his hand down past the hem of Charles' pants to palm along the length of his cock. Tracing his tongue along his younger self's ear he purred with the delight of it all, heavily panted breaths growing ragged with desire.

Should we invite him to join us or see if he steps in on his own? His mental voice a hum of amusement that lingered on certain vowels, drawing them out. He closed his fingers around Charles' cock, twisting his wrist in a quick stroke before withdrawing his hand to work the offending fabric open. Erik was just another piece in the game,

[kpcalmntelepath]

Charles thanked his lucky stars that he did not have super strength, otherwise the poor shelf above him would have splintered to bits as soon as Xavier's hand touched his cock. The pure emotional and physical sensation of the simple gesture made his knees go weak. Cocky as he may be, Charles had lost his voice to heady strings of moans, pants and whimpers.

Arching off the shelves as his twin worked on his trousers, Charles visibly trembled with pleasure. It was almost too much, but never quite enough, though the ebbing of their thoughts alone could drive Charles into sultry oblivion.

Somehow finding his voice, Charles managed to whimper out, "Erik..." Pleading eyes turning to the metal bender as he shimmied his hips slightly to let his trousers slide down his hips ever so slightly.

Erik, won't you join us? The thought hung in the air, almost palpable because of the lust which clung onto it. Lust-darkened blue eyes focused, unfocused and refocused on the mutant standing not too far from them.

[serenevengeance]

Try though he might, Erik could not stop himself from watching. He was not sure why he would even want to. Charles in the throes of pleasure was a sight unlike any other. The sounds of the two of them filled his ears and his mind until there was nothing but the two of them and Erik.

Then Charles was whimpering his name, and suddenly it did not matter why there were two of Charles, or why they were doing this. What mattered was the slow downward slip of the telepath's trousers, revealing more creamy skin previously unavailable to his eyes. And the words in his mind so heavy with lust

[brokenoptimism]

That was devilish, my friend. The thought was directed at Charles, Xavier's mental voice holding traces of the smirk on his expression. Whether the pleading desperation in Charles voice and eyes had been a ploy, true, or both, the combination with the sounds out of his double's mouth were pure temptation

[kpcalmntelepath]

Charles shivered in anticipation as soon as Erik's hands were on him, and then a shiver of pleasure shot through his back as his trousers fell to the floor. Smirking softly at his twin's thought, Charles gave an appreciative purr to his partners' hands on him. It almost felt unfair, having the two on them with their attentions on him

[serenevengeance]

Erik let the waves erode away any attempts at restraining himself. He could ask questions later, right now, Erik's mind was not on the consequences or implications any of it might have. There were two very eager telepaths drawing him into their very intimate display, and it was too enticing an offer to refuse

[brokenoptimism]

A soft gasp of surprise met the pull of Charles mouth on Xavier's skin, his eyelashes fluttering. The dual sensations of Charles' and Erik's lips were making him squirm between their bodies. His heart jack-rabbiting away in his chest until his breathing had been reduced to pants. At some point his eyes had slid closed, his weight leaning back into Erik's solid form behind him.

A soft whimper escaped swollen lips when Erik's hand moved southward. His muscles quivered shakily with anticipation, tightening under the brush of rough fingers until Erik's hand reached his cock. Pleasure flashed hot and blinding through his mind, spilling over into both of the minds around him. He arched into the touch, the rough texture combining with the gentle touch to make his head swim and his knees weaken.

"Ch-Charles." His arms gripped the other telepath's shirt desperately as he all but whimpered the name. Desperation and need being shoved at the both of them forcibly with more, now, please. filtering in in alternating bursts of organized thought

[kpcalmntelepath]

Smirking slightly into the hungry kiss offered to him by one Erik Lehnsherr, Charles allowed himself to press closer to his twin before breaking the kiss with a gasp, arching back, away from the heated forms of his partners.

Charles can't help himself as he moans loudly against his twin's skin as the white-hot flash of pleasure bursts through his thoughts, the phantom feelings of Erik's hands on him, stroking him, but not him at the same time. Panting heavily, he willed his eyes to flutter open, leaning back to watch his slightly older self whimper with pleasure. Biting his own bottom lip, Charles began to work around Erik's hand to undo Xavier's trousers, allowing for more movement of Erik's hand

[serenevengeance]

Erik had to agree with Charles. He was wearing far too many clothes. The restricting tightness of his pants was making his movements uncomfortable, and his heated skin felt as though it was on fire under his clothing. He slid his arms free of Xavier, letting Charles take off where he had stopped as he began to unbutton his shirt