Fic: Not Only You and Me
Title: Not Only You and Me
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: X-men
Pairing: Erik/Charles/Erik
Rating: +17
Summary: Erik sandwich with a Charles filling aka this be DP
Notes: And now that my angst is out of the way momentarily I move onto porn :D Cause porn is good. Written for this prompt at 1stclass-kink requesting DP Erik/Charles/Erik. Filled there and then cleaned up and posted here. I still don't have a beta >.> Should probably get on that.
And yes, I did just look at lyrics to Britney Spears' "3" and grab the first line that worked as a title XD CAUSE I AM TEH CREATIVE!
Disclaimer: I don't own or make any profit off of this :)
Charles had thought it would be stranger than it was. Four hands on him instead of just two, moving his clothes to the side, half with force and half with mind. His trousers come off, and are tossed across the room with a flick of the older Erik's hands - Lensherr, he says they can call him to avoid confusion.
He's older, his temples greyed and Charles can feel how much he's grown in his power, even if he shields his mind most of the time. That's okay though; Charles doesn't need spoilers, doesn't need to know why Lensherr looks at all of them with a mix of wonder, eyes flashing to something darker whenever the students joke about the upcoming mission, why he kisses Charles like he'll never get to again. Because it doesn't matter, doesn't matter at all since the three of them had found a way to make being in bed together work. Just like they had made playing chess work, the two of them working together, sharing glances and then moving the same piece.
They'd managed to win that round, and Charles had been too delighted with the show of their power, and how they worked together to mind that he had lost. He'd minded less when they'd shared a grin and reached for him, pulling him onto the bed the first night. They hadn't known how long Lensherr would be there, thrown into the past by a new mutant manifesting her powers, so that first night they had been quick, not bothering to do more than remove what was necessary to rub against one another.
That was two weeks ago, and Lensherr was still there, had even joined them on their latest outing for a new recruit. So their nights weren't as fast anymore, and they could enjoy each other.
Erik bit into Charles shoulder, bringing him back to the present. Hotel room. Ohio. The woman at the desk giving the three of them a raised eyebrow when Erik had just asked for one room, passing it off that they were on a budget.
They’d have to remember to keep it down, Charles thinks, and he must have projected it because he could feel Lensherr grin against the back of his neck.
“Now, now old friend,” Lensherr mutters, ghosting his lips up to Charles’ ear. “You don’t need to be quiet. All you have to do is make sure they don’t hear you.”
He whimpers, rolling his hips up and gasping as his cock presses against Erik’s hand, reached in between his leg. Erik chuckles and Charles shuts his eyes, reaching his mind out so he can see what Erik was seeing, see what is so funny.
Lensherr’s grinning, watching Charles moan, and together they look so good. It was okay like this, Erik is thinking. It’s okay to give Charles it like this, and before Charles can latch on to what it is Lensherr is leaning forward and kissing him, twisting their bodies and Charles pulls himself from Erik’s mind so he can just focus on the kiss, and the way Lensherr’s tongue traces his lower lip, deepening the kiss, stroking the side of his face until Charles isn’t sure he can think anymore.
They break the kiss and Lensherr pulls himself out from behind Charles, pushing him down into the bed so that the two of them can hover above him, both grinning identically. Charles moans, trying to keep his eyes open as they both lean down, their mouths and lips tracing almost similar paths down his chest. Lensherr stops at his nipple, tonguing over it until Charles is gasping while Erik keeps going, biting and sucking until he’s mouthing the tip of Charles’ cock.
He groans, and keeps trying to watch both of them. He wants to see them, burn this image in the back of his mind so he’ll always have it, and be able to give it Erik when and if he needs it.
Lensherr abandons his nipple, going down to join Erik, and for a moment he just watches as Erik toys with Charles. He’s kissing the tip, moving slowly down, and then back up, but never wrapping his mouth around his cock and Charles lets out a whine and tries to reach his hand down to push Erik on, or push Lensherr on, or just take himself in his own hand and stop the damn teasing.
His hand is stopped though, and he curses. Didn’t take off his stupid watch. Lensherr pushes his hand above his head and Charles doesn’t dare try to move his other hand because he’s sure one of them will find a creative way to tie that one up, and as fun as that can be, not tonight. Tonight he wants to touch them.
Finally, finally Erik wraps his lips around the head of Charles’ cock and he lets out the most pitiful sound, unable to stop himself as he pushes his hips up, trying to get more contact. Lensherr is grinning, and he has his own hands wrapped in Erik’s hair, urging him on with a smirk and a casual comment.
“Suck. No harder. Use a bit of tongue, there, that’s the sound we like.”
And Erik obliges, doing what Lensherr commands and shifting just as Charles is starting to get close, just as he’s starting to beg for it and lose control of his hips. He stops, offering Lensherr a turn and Charles’ eyes fly open from the half shut they were a second ago to watch Lensherr shake his head, laughing and thanking him, but ultimately denying the request.
Charles just watches as Lensherr leans forward, pressing a kiss to Erik’s lips. They’re both naked, pressed together and even if they are the same person there are differences: scars that Lensherr has that Erik doesn’t, muscles that Erik is working towards that he’ll get with just a bit more training Charles is sure. Charles loves the sight, would love it even more if Lensherr’s hand was on him and not wrapping around both his and Erik’s cock, stroking lazily until Erik is panting.
He whines and tries to move, but both of them must be focused on the damn watch, because he can’t budge it even a little. He can only watch, eyes fixated on Lensherr’s hands and the way Erik is starting to tremble on his knees, trying to stay upright as they kiss over him.
“I want,” he finally gasps and they break the kiss, both smirking like they’ve just won a big prize. Charles doesn’t care. If they want him to beg he’ll beg. He’s almost tempted to delve back into Erik’s mind to find out what he wants tonight, what will get them to stop teasing, but when they break apart, reaching for him at the same time, he doesn’t want to ruin the surprise.
They pull him to his knees, and Erik grabs hold of his wrist, the one he wears his watch on, and kisses the inside of it. Charles shudders and tries to make himself comfortable in between them; Lensherr in front of him and Erik behind him. He feels Erik's cock pressing against him and if he pushes his hips forward he would feel Lensherr's as well. He wants both of them, and he hopes they won't be making him choose, teasing him until he babbles out one of their names in hopes that one of them will get inside him.
Lensherr surprises him, hooking his legs on his biceps and picking Charles up. His cock gets trapped in between his stomach and Lensherr's and he lets out a moan, rubbing down because now that Erik has leaned forward, trapping him in between the two of them, he can feel both of their cocks pressing against him.
He lets out a curse, mind finally clicking to what they might be planning, what he hopes they're planning. Lensherr kisses him to distract him but Charles is excited now, hoping, and looking for signs and then- there, Erik's hand moves his hip, stretching out. The bottle of lubricant they have floats over right into his hands and Lensherr breaks the kiss, going down his neck, trying to distract him but Charles can hear Erik unscrewing the metal cap, and he's ready for it, whatever they are planning. He hopes it's what he wants though. He hopes it's the two of them, pushing inside him.
Erik's fingers are cool as he presses one finger against Charles. Charles dips his head, nudging Lensherr back up for another kiss. There are two of them, so he should be able to abuse that, should be able to kiss one while the other is behind him. Lensherr grins against his lips, shifts his hold on Charles, jostling him just a bit and it's okay. Erik is pushing another finger inside Charles, stretching him and Charles isn't sure if he will be able to focus on both of them once they are inside him.
"Stop thinking," Lensherr says. "I can see your mind twisting behind those eyes of yours, and that isn't the point."
Charles gasps as Erik's fingers curl inside him and his mind goes blank for a good minute, long enough for Erik to push another finger inside him and Lensherr to go back to leaving a deep purple mark on his collarbone.
"More," he gasps, his head falling back against Erik's shoulder. "Please," he starts to beg, "please Erik." He wants this to keep going, he wants this to never stop.
"Soon," Erik promises. "You need to be patient. Don't want to hurt you tonight."
Lensherr is smiling and Charles groans in dissatisfaction, but he lets them do what they want. He trusts them, and he'll be good and patient if that's what they want from him. It'll be worth it.
They start to talk to each other, soft words and Lensherr's sharp commands. Charles phases them out, because they are just muttering about how to make him more comfortable, how to hold him so Lensherr can put his own fingers inside Charles to continue the stretching. His left leg stays in Lensherr's hold but his right is transferred over to Erik's so they both have a free hand. There are five fingers inside him now, making sure he is stretched comfortably. They are moving slow, trying not to tear him and they keep adding more lubricant. He doesn't want it like this, he wants it faster, but he understands their logic. He gets their reasoning, but he still wiggles in their hold until finally they are pulling their fingers back and putting the lubricant on their cocks instead of their fingers.
Erik enters him first, pushing his chest right against Charles' back as he goes slow. It's easy, and Erik slides all the way in, thrusting once, twice, three times before pulling back enough so Lensherr can join him. There's a finger, one of them stretching him open and Charles wishes he could see what it looked like, the two of them trying to enter him at the same time. He flashes what he imagines it could be into Erik's mind, and the sound of surprise he makes sends shivers up his spine just as Lensherr pushes in.
"Show him," Erik gasps, mouthing against Charles' back. His forehead is sweaty, but Charles doesn't care cause he knows he's not much better. "Charles," Erik says again, "are you showing him?"
Charles shakes his head and reaches for Lensherr's mind. They don't connect that often, and Lensherr almost turns the image away, but Charles has both of them inside him, their hips moving minutely, trying to be careful, and he doesn't want that so if showing him the image will make them realize how much he needs this, so be it.
Lensherr gasps at the image and his hips surge forward. Charles feels his cock push deeper and Erik goes with him, both of them thrusting up and then pulling back. They all gasp and Erik's grip starts to slip just a bit. Lensherr is still holding onto him and it's good, the two of them starting a rhythm, slow as it is.
He's not sure how long he'll be able to last, how long he can hold on as both Erik and Lensherr start to fuck him deep and slow. They fill him and stretch him and it feels so good, he doesn't even care how much it will ache in the morning, just that they are here now. He kisses Lensherr, breaks the kiss to twist his head, trying to get Erik to kiss him as well. He cheats, just a bit, nudging his mind until Erik is doing what he wants. Charles won't apologize for it because it feels so good. Four hands gripping his thighs, holding him up as two cocks fuck him. Nothing will ever feel better.
He pulls his hand from around Lensherr's shoulder and reaches down for his cock. He moans as he starts to stroke himself, throwing his head back so Lensherr can bite his neck, and Erik joins him, leaving dual marks he'll flush about in the morning, trying to hide behind a collared shirt. For now though, he fists himself and gasps and moans until he's coming with the two of them deep inside him.
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Erik is the one with the towel, cleaning all three of them off after they lie there, drying and calming down. Lensherr kisses his neck softly, trying to make up for the bites and marks they've left. Charles doesn't care, just stays there completely spent until Erik kisses him, urging him to move so they can all be comfortable.
"So who are we getting tomorrow?" Charles asks, closing his eyes.
"Some mutant with healing powers," Erik supplies, tossing the towel away. They'll need to make sure the room is cleaned up by the morning.
Lensherr laughs, shifting over so they can all fit on the bed. "Let's not go. He's just going to say no."
"What would you suggest instead?" Erik asks, fitting himself on the other side of Charles.
Lensherr just grins and Charles' mind is filled with a flash of a few moments earlier, when they were all coming together. Lensherr has pushed it into his mind. "This?" He asks.
Charles has to agree it's a good idea.
Author: kayevelyn
Fandom: X-men
Pairing: Erik/Charles/Erik
Rating: +17
Summary: Erik sandwich with a Charles filling aka this be DP
Notes: And now that my angst is out of the way momentarily I move onto porn :D Cause porn is good. Written for this prompt at 1stclass-kink requesting DP Erik/Charles/Erik. Filled there and then cleaned up and posted here. I still don't have a beta >.> Should probably get on that.
And yes, I did just look at lyrics to Britney Spears' "3" and grab the first line that worked as a title XD CAUSE I AM TEH CREATIVE!
Disclaimer: I don't own or make any profit off of this :)
Charles had thought it would be stranger than it was. Four hands on him instead of just two, moving his clothes to the side, half with force and half with mind. His trousers come off, and are tossed across the room with a flick of the older Erik's hands - Lensherr, he says they can call him to avoid confusion.
He's older, his temples greyed and Charles can feel how much he's grown in his power, even if he shields his mind most of the time. That's okay though; Charles doesn't need spoilers, doesn't need to know why Lensherr looks at all of them with a mix of wonder, eyes flashing to something darker whenever the students joke about the upcoming mission, why he kisses Charles like he'll never get to again. Because it doesn't matter, doesn't matter at all since the three of them had found a way to make being in bed together work. Just like they had made playing chess work, the two of them working together, sharing glances and then moving the same piece.
They'd managed to win that round, and Charles had been too delighted with the show of their power, and how they worked together to mind that he had lost. He'd minded less when they'd shared a grin and reached for him, pulling him onto the bed the first night. They hadn't known how long Lensherr would be there, thrown into the past by a new mutant manifesting her powers, so that first night they had been quick, not bothering to do more than remove what was necessary to rub against one another.
That was two weeks ago, and Lensherr was still there, had even joined them on their latest outing for a new recruit. So their nights weren't as fast anymore, and they could enjoy each other.
Erik bit into Charles shoulder, bringing him back to the present. Hotel room. Ohio. The woman at the desk giving the three of them a raised eyebrow when Erik had just asked for one room, passing it off that they were on a budget.
They’d have to remember to keep it down, Charles thinks, and he must have projected it because he could feel Lensherr grin against the back of his neck.
“Now, now old friend,” Lensherr mutters, ghosting his lips up to Charles’ ear. “You don’t need to be quiet. All you have to do is make sure they don’t hear you.”
He whimpers, rolling his hips up and gasping as his cock presses against Erik’s hand, reached in between his leg. Erik chuckles and Charles shuts his eyes, reaching his mind out so he can see what Erik was seeing, see what is so funny.
Lensherr’s grinning, watching Charles moan, and together they look so good. It was okay like this, Erik is thinking. It’s okay to give Charles it like this, and before Charles can latch on to what it is Lensherr is leaning forward and kissing him, twisting their bodies and Charles pulls himself from Erik’s mind so he can just focus on the kiss, and the way Lensherr’s tongue traces his lower lip, deepening the kiss, stroking the side of his face until Charles isn’t sure he can think anymore.
They break the kiss and Lensherr pulls himself out from behind Charles, pushing him down into the bed so that the two of them can hover above him, both grinning identically. Charles moans, trying to keep his eyes open as they both lean down, their mouths and lips tracing almost similar paths down his chest. Lensherr stops at his nipple, tonguing over it until Charles is gasping while Erik keeps going, biting and sucking until he’s mouthing the tip of Charles’ cock.
He groans, and keeps trying to watch both of them. He wants to see them, burn this image in the back of his mind so he’ll always have it, and be able to give it Erik when and if he needs it.
Lensherr abandons his nipple, going down to join Erik, and for a moment he just watches as Erik toys with Charles. He’s kissing the tip, moving slowly down, and then back up, but never wrapping his mouth around his cock and Charles lets out a whine and tries to reach his hand down to push Erik on, or push Lensherr on, or just take himself in his own hand and stop the damn teasing.
His hand is stopped though, and he curses. Didn’t take off his stupid watch. Lensherr pushes his hand above his head and Charles doesn’t dare try to move his other hand because he’s sure one of them will find a creative way to tie that one up, and as fun as that can be, not tonight. Tonight he wants to touch them.
Finally, finally Erik wraps his lips around the head of Charles’ cock and he lets out the most pitiful sound, unable to stop himself as he pushes his hips up, trying to get more contact. Lensherr is grinning, and he has his own hands wrapped in Erik’s hair, urging him on with a smirk and a casual comment.
“Suck. No harder. Use a bit of tongue, there, that’s the sound we like.”
And Erik obliges, doing what Lensherr commands and shifting just as Charles is starting to get close, just as he’s starting to beg for it and lose control of his hips. He stops, offering Lensherr a turn and Charles’ eyes fly open from the half shut they were a second ago to watch Lensherr shake his head, laughing and thanking him, but ultimately denying the request.
Charles just watches as Lensherr leans forward, pressing a kiss to Erik’s lips. They’re both naked, pressed together and even if they are the same person there are differences: scars that Lensherr has that Erik doesn’t, muscles that Erik is working towards that he’ll get with just a bit more training Charles is sure. Charles loves the sight, would love it even more if Lensherr’s hand was on him and not wrapping around both his and Erik’s cock, stroking lazily until Erik is panting.
He whines and tries to move, but both of them must be focused on the damn watch, because he can’t budge it even a little. He can only watch, eyes fixated on Lensherr’s hands and the way Erik is starting to tremble on his knees, trying to stay upright as they kiss over him.
“I want,” he finally gasps and they break the kiss, both smirking like they’ve just won a big prize. Charles doesn’t care. If they want him to beg he’ll beg. He’s almost tempted to delve back into Erik’s mind to find out what he wants tonight, what will get them to stop teasing, but when they break apart, reaching for him at the same time, he doesn’t want to ruin the surprise.
They pull him to his knees, and Erik grabs hold of his wrist, the one he wears his watch on, and kisses the inside of it. Charles shudders and tries to make himself comfortable in between them; Lensherr in front of him and Erik behind him. He feels Erik's cock pressing against him and if he pushes his hips forward he would feel Lensherr's as well. He wants both of them, and he hopes they won't be making him choose, teasing him until he babbles out one of their names in hopes that one of them will get inside him.
Lensherr surprises him, hooking his legs on his biceps and picking Charles up. His cock gets trapped in between his stomach and Lensherr's and he lets out a moan, rubbing down because now that Erik has leaned forward, trapping him in between the two of them, he can feel both of their cocks pressing against him.
He lets out a curse, mind finally clicking to what they might be planning, what he hopes they're planning. Lensherr kisses him to distract him but Charles is excited now, hoping, and looking for signs and then- there, Erik's hand moves his hip, stretching out. The bottle of lubricant they have floats over right into his hands and Lensherr breaks the kiss, going down his neck, trying to distract him but Charles can hear Erik unscrewing the metal cap, and he's ready for it, whatever they are planning. He hopes it's what he wants though. He hopes it's the two of them, pushing inside him.
Erik's fingers are cool as he presses one finger against Charles. Charles dips his head, nudging Lensherr back up for another kiss. There are two of them, so he should be able to abuse that, should be able to kiss one while the other is behind him. Lensherr grins against his lips, shifts his hold on Charles, jostling him just a bit and it's okay. Erik is pushing another finger inside Charles, stretching him and Charles isn't sure if he will be able to focus on both of them once they are inside him.
"Stop thinking," Lensherr says. "I can see your mind twisting behind those eyes of yours, and that isn't the point."
Charles gasps as Erik's fingers curl inside him and his mind goes blank for a good minute, long enough for Erik to push another finger inside him and Lensherr to go back to leaving a deep purple mark on his collarbone.
"More," he gasps, his head falling back against Erik's shoulder. "Please," he starts to beg, "please Erik." He wants this to keep going, he wants this to never stop.
"Soon," Erik promises. "You need to be patient. Don't want to hurt you tonight."
Lensherr is smiling and Charles groans in dissatisfaction, but he lets them do what they want. He trusts them, and he'll be good and patient if that's what they want from him. It'll be worth it.
They start to talk to each other, soft words and Lensherr's sharp commands. Charles phases them out, because they are just muttering about how to make him more comfortable, how to hold him so Lensherr can put his own fingers inside Charles to continue the stretching. His left leg stays in Lensherr's hold but his right is transferred over to Erik's so they both have a free hand. There are five fingers inside him now, making sure he is stretched comfortably. They are moving slow, trying not to tear him and they keep adding more lubricant. He doesn't want it like this, he wants it faster, but he understands their logic. He gets their reasoning, but he still wiggles in their hold until finally they are pulling their fingers back and putting the lubricant on their cocks instead of their fingers.
Erik enters him first, pushing his chest right against Charles' back as he goes slow. It's easy, and Erik slides all the way in, thrusting once, twice, three times before pulling back enough so Lensherr can join him. There's a finger, one of them stretching him open and Charles wishes he could see what it looked like, the two of them trying to enter him at the same time. He flashes what he imagines it could be into Erik's mind, and the sound of surprise he makes sends shivers up his spine just as Lensherr pushes in.
"Show him," Erik gasps, mouthing against Charles' back. His forehead is sweaty, but Charles doesn't care cause he knows he's not much better. "Charles," Erik says again, "are you showing him?"
Charles shakes his head and reaches for Lensherr's mind. They don't connect that often, and Lensherr almost turns the image away, but Charles has both of them inside him, their hips moving minutely, trying to be careful, and he doesn't want that so if showing him the image will make them realize how much he needs this, so be it.
Lensherr gasps at the image and his hips surge forward. Charles feels his cock push deeper and Erik goes with him, both of them thrusting up and then pulling back. They all gasp and Erik's grip starts to slip just a bit. Lensherr is still holding onto him and it's good, the two of them starting a rhythm, slow as it is.
He's not sure how long he'll be able to last, how long he can hold on as both Erik and Lensherr start to fuck him deep and slow. They fill him and stretch him and it feels so good, he doesn't even care how much it will ache in the morning, just that they are here now. He kisses Lensherr, breaks the kiss to twist his head, trying to get Erik to kiss him as well. He cheats, just a bit, nudging his mind until Erik is doing what he wants. Charles won't apologize for it because it feels so good. Four hands gripping his thighs, holding him up as two cocks fuck him. Nothing will ever feel better.
He pulls his hand from around Lensherr's shoulder and reaches down for his cock. He moans as he starts to stroke himself, throwing his head back so Lensherr can bite his neck, and Erik joins him, leaving dual marks he'll flush about in the morning, trying to hide behind a collared shirt. For now though, he fists himself and gasps and moans until he's coming with the two of them deep inside him.
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Erik is the one with the towel, cleaning all three of them off after they lie there, drying and calming down. Lensherr kisses his neck softly, trying to make up for the bites and marks they've left. Charles doesn't care, just stays there completely spent until Erik kisses him, urging him to move so they can all be comfortable.
"So who are we getting tomorrow?" Charles asks, closing his eyes.
"Some mutant with healing powers," Erik supplies, tossing the towel away. They'll need to make sure the room is cleaned up by the morning.
Lensherr laughs, shifting over so they can all fit on the bed. "Let's not go. He's just going to say no."
"What would you suggest instead?" Erik asks, fitting himself on the other side of Charles.
Lensherr just grins and Charles' mind is filled with a flash of a few moments earlier, when they were all coming together. Lensherr has pushed it into his mind. "This?" He asks.
Charles has to agree it's a good idea.