[OOC] Fic
Charles/Erik + Leto, threesome fic??
"No."
It wasn't like Leto to be so abrupt. And it certainly wasn't like Leto's eyes to glow so ominously. Charles couldn't help it, but he mentally rubbed his hands with glee. A reaction out of the impassable god emperor? Priceless, really. When Leto's eyes centered on him, he could feel the clash of steel in their eyes. Erik, git that he was, was grinning, all sharp and ready for battle.
"I don't see why not," Erik said, "It's not like we're doing anything we haven't done before."
Now, Leto was ready. His face was all deceptive smiles and laughs. Charles prodded him mentally and got a slap for his effort. Erik's eyes flickered to him as if he knew and judged them both.
"Sex," and his voice was like coated sugar on a cake, laid out on the table, "Means nothing to me. Or are you asking for advice? I know some good positions you may use. After all, I'm aware of how, ah, experienced you are at these matters, Erik Lehnsherr."
Erik doesn't flush, but he came pretty close to one. Charles mentally made a note to tease him later.
"We're not trying to use you, Leto," his tone was soothing, the way he coaxes his students to take a risk. Leto's lips thin and Charles switched to something more honest, bare, "We're inviting you. I know you. You said you wanted to partake in humanity. We're giving you the chance to."
"To give me a taste of what I can never have? Spare me your kindness. I rather have your cruelty," Leto snapped, "Why should I subject myself to this?"
How to say it? Charles rolled the question in his mind before looking at Erik.
And he said, "We want you."
Leto was silent, but his face moved with the words. He knew everything they would said, everything they could say and yet, at the heart of him, he was surprised. It bothered him, even when he cherished it. How hard it must be, Charles thought, to grapple with an honest feeling, when every motivation is an open book? He poked Leto's mind again and found it churning.
Confused?
Leto fixed a steadfast look on him, his thought-self protecting his mind from invasion. Charles waited, crossing his legs on the dunes. Finally, the thought-self sat down across to him and smiled, Indeed. How dear it is!
Will you come?
The thought-self flickered and Charles returned to the background. Leto was still staring at them or was he? Perhaps, he was looking at the timelines, seeing what can be done. Perhaps he was looking at their bodies, seeing what was being said to him. Truth was never enough for Leto.
"I cannot...." he trailed off, finally, then he shook his head at them rueful, "You might find me a terrible bed-mate."
"Honestly?" Erik said dryly, "We won't have room to complain all that much."
Charles rolled his eyes, "Is that your way of insinuating something, dear?"
"Insinuating? Hardly."
Leto watched them. He always watches, Charles realized with a jolt. When was the last time Leto pushed himself at them? He watched and let them come to him. Kindness or cruelty? Probably both. He looked at Leto and felt slightly ashamed. They were likely to do the same to him.
But Leto met his eyes, and it was a young, bashful smile he saw. Good enough for him. And from the look of Erik's face, good enough for him as well.
"No."
It wasn't like Leto to be so abrupt. And it certainly wasn't like Leto's eyes to glow so ominously. Charles couldn't help it, but he mentally rubbed his hands with glee. A reaction out of the impassable god emperor? Priceless, really. When Leto's eyes centered on him, he could feel the clash of steel in their eyes. Erik, git that he was, was grinning, all sharp and ready for battle.
"I don't see why not," Erik said, "It's not like we're doing anything we haven't done before."
Now, Leto was ready. His face was all deceptive smiles and laughs. Charles prodded him mentally and got a slap for his effort. Erik's eyes flickered to him as if he knew and judged them both.
"Sex," and his voice was like coated sugar on a cake, laid out on the table, "Means nothing to me. Or are you asking for advice? I know some good positions you may use. After all, I'm aware of how, ah, experienced you are at these matters, Erik Lehnsherr."
Erik doesn't flush, but he came pretty close to one. Charles mentally made a note to tease him later.
"We're not trying to use you, Leto," his tone was soothing, the way he coaxes his students to take a risk. Leto's lips thin and Charles switched to something more honest, bare, "We're inviting you. I know you. You said you wanted to partake in humanity. We're giving you the chance to."
"To give me a taste of what I can never have? Spare me your kindness. I rather have your cruelty," Leto snapped, "Why should I subject myself to this?"
How to say it? Charles rolled the question in his mind before looking at Erik.
And he said, "We want you."
Leto was silent, but his face moved with the words. He knew everything they would said, everything they could say and yet, at the heart of him, he was surprised. It bothered him, even when he cherished it. How hard it must be, Charles thought, to grapple with an honest feeling, when every motivation is an open book? He poked Leto's mind again and found it churning.
Confused?
Leto fixed a steadfast look on him, his thought-self protecting his mind from invasion. Charles waited, crossing his legs on the dunes. Finally, the thought-self sat down across to him and smiled, Indeed. How dear it is!
Will you come?
The thought-self flickered and Charles returned to the background. Leto was still staring at them or was he? Perhaps, he was looking at the timelines, seeing what can be done. Perhaps he was looking at their bodies, seeing what was being said to him. Truth was never enough for Leto.
"I cannot...." he trailed off, finally, then he shook his head at them rueful, "You might find me a terrible bed-mate."
"Honestly?" Erik said dryly, "We won't have room to complain all that much."
Charles rolled his eyes, "Is that your way of insinuating something, dear?"
"Insinuating? Hardly."
Leto watched them. He always watches, Charles realized with a jolt. When was the last time Leto pushed himself at them? He watched and let them come to him. Kindness or cruelty? Probably both. He looked at Leto and felt slightly ashamed. They were likely to do the same to him.
But Leto met his eyes, and it was a young, bashful smile he saw. Good enough for him. And from the look of Erik's face, good enough for him as well.