Secret Bonding

Chapter 2

When Mystique returned to the compound (or rather it was just a normal-looking villa, although she chose to call it a compound) she shared with Erik and their new addition, Pyro, it was already night.

Silently she sneaked over the dark moist lawn and decided to crawl in through a window not to risk waking the other inhabitants of the house. The last thing she wanted was to wake Erik and endure an endless and tiring interrogation in the middle of the night. She would have to, sooner or later, but at least she wanted to get some sleep first.

Her guess had been right. The house was dark and all lights were off. It was 2:13 AM when she got back, and she suspected Erik had gone to bed quite some time ago.

Mystique knew she probably shouldn’t, yet she couldn’t resist the impulse to go to Erik’s bed chamber to check on him. There were no lights on inside, so he had to be asleep.

As quietly as possible, Raven opened the door and tried to discern something in the darkness. When her eyes had adjusted to the practically non-existent light, she could see the outlines of two bodies in Erik’s large bed. Of course.

She sighed. St. John was there with Erik. When she advanced toward them she could see that they were both asleep. Good. She studied their sleeping forms; their heads were on the same pillow and they were lying tightly pressed together. Erik had taken the boy’s smaller frame into the curve of his body and wrapped his arm around John’s waist, and they actually looked very comfortable.

They were both sound asleep, and she didn’t believe there was any risk to wake them up. After sex, Erik was usually drowsy.

Raven didn’t know what exactly had made young Pyro come to Erik’s bed in the first place, though she believed it had something to do with the boy’s craving for a father figure. Never having had a father, St. John sought safety, and Erik could offer him that and more. She realized that Erik’s tender and loving caresses made the boy feel loved and wanted, because she had felt exactly the same at his age.

When it first happened, she couldn’t decide whether she’d be jealous, repulsed or aroused, though she’d had a serious talk with John to make sure Erik wasn’t taking advantage of him. The boy had been a virgin until that, after all, and knew very little of sex and relationships.

And Erik, she thought, had certainly never been able to keep his hands off beautiful young men, and St. John was both young and beautiful. Raved had to admit to herself that the boy was really pretty. He had almost girlish features. Maybe that was the reason Mystique herself felt attracted to him.

Now both the young boy and the old man were sleeping peacefully, and Mystique didn’t want to disturb them. She regarded them for yet another while, until the urge to join them in the large warm bed became too great.

Gently she lifted the covers and slipped in behind Erik, taking care not to bump into anything. Erik – and the boy too, she discovered – was naked, and his warm body felt good against hers when she carefully spooned behind him.

Erik shivered when his subconscious self registered her presence, but he showed so signs of waking up. Raven grew bolder, and placed her blue hand atop his hipbone. When Erik was asleep he was very vulnerable, and she figured he might get scared if he woke up now to feel a body pressed to his back.

Erik didn’t wake up, but his hold of Pyro tightened instinctively, aoughough he wanted to stop the boy from escaping. Raven gently passed her light hand over his upper arm, barely touching his skin.

“Erik…” she whispered, or rather just mimed, “don’t be mad at me, please…”

She had never told her mentor about her attraction to women, and she didn’t know how he would react if he found out about her sexual escapades with one of the X-girls, but she was almost sure he wouldn’t congratulate her on a mission well done.

“I’m sorry if I failed you…” she mimed again with her lips to the soft skin of Erik’s neck.

Then Raven closed her eyes and lay completely still until she finally managed to fall asleep, with thoughts and images of Rogue and Erik mingling in her head.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

When the trio woke up it was morning, and the sunlight coming from outside, through the curtains and blinds, pierced Erik’s eyes and forced him to open them. When he did, and finally woke up, he noticed he was still holding John, and then Raven, who lay beside him on his other side. She had not been there when he fell asleep last night, so that meant she had returned some time during the night.

John yawned loudly when he felt Erik moving, and quickly closed his eyes again when he saw is mos morning. He always hated mornings unless he was expecting something really special to happen the next day.

Erik turned his head to look at the blue woman in his bed. Mystique was still asleep, so that meant it had been late when she came back. For a moment he thought about not waking her, but then changed his mind and gently touched her cheek. He was going to ask her what she’d been doing, but not right now. Later.

Mystique awoke with a twitch when she felt someone touching her. When she realized it was just Erik she sank back against the pillows, regarding him carefully. Was he mad? It had always been difficult to tell simply by looking at him. Erik’s face rarely revealed anything. But right now he was looking relaxed and soft, and she figured that he at least wasn’t furious. Always something.

Slowly her yellow eyes met his pale blue ones, and she had to fight not to turn her gaze away. Raven only felt like that when was embarrassed, and she was now, more than ever.

Erik was the first to speak. “Well there, good morning,” he said slowly, not taking his eyes off Mystique. “How are you feeling, my dear?”

Raven didn’t answer. She just didn’t know what to tell him. Really, how was she feeling? Embarrassed? Anxious? Contented?

“I missed you last night,” Erik continued, passing his hand down Raven’s upper arm.

“It was still night when I came back,” Mystique said. “I’m sorry if…”

Erik smiled. “No, don’t worry. I did survive. I always have my young darling to comfort me.”

He then placed his arms around Mystique and Pyro’s shoulders and drew them close to his chest. “My dears…” Erik sighed. “I am so glad I have you two…”

Raven and St. John both leaned against Erik’s smooth chest and rested their heads on his shoulders. They regarded each other across Erik, and though there had been rivalry between them at occasions, they came along fine most of the time. Raven didn’t feel the boy had really taken her place in Erik’s bed, and who was she to complain, as she wasn’t exactly faithful to Erik either.

“What time is it…?” Pyro murmured sleepily.

“Nine A M,” Erik replied.

“Do we have to get up?”

“We should. We really can’t stay in bed all day.”

“Why not?” John muttered. “I could.”

“Well, I could too, with the two of you here with me,” Erik chuckled in reply. He lightly stroked their backs, trailing his fingers along their spines. Both John and Raven liked being touched like that, and so did Charles. He doubted Charles and he would ever be touching intimately again, but he still had two very receptive bodies beside him right now, and those were more than enough.

He kissed Raven’s blue lips, and continued massaging her scaled body with his fingertips. She gro whe when he drew her even closer and then moved his wet mouth from hers only to close it around one of her nipples. It had been too long since he got to touch his beloved Raven like this, and not until now he realized how much he had missed it.

Pyro preferred the more direct approach. Not wanting to be forgotten, he swept the covers away and hurried to take Erik’s hardening member into his mouth. When Erik felt the wet heat engulfing his cock he moaned loudly in sheer pleasure, and couldn’t help tangling his hand in John’s hair, despite that he knew most men didn’t like that.

But John didn’t mind letting Erik set the pace. The older man was never rough with him, and to be honest, John kind of got off on being Erik’s “plaything”. He continued to suck on the circumcised penis, harder and harder, until finally Erik was thrusting his hips up to bury himself in the boy’s mouth.

For a moment coming was the only thought - or rather urge - in Erik’s head, but then he realized he didn’t want to finish likis, is, and with an effort of will he managed to tighten his hold of John’s hair and keep him still.

Raven was stroking his nipples while rubbing the length of her body against his, and he had his fingers halfway buried in the warm cleft between her legs.

Erik slowly pulled his aching and throbbing member out of the boy’s bruised mouth. “Not yet…” he said in response to John’s questioning look. “I… I’d like to…”

“Fuck me?” Pyro asked with a grin. Of course. If Erik wanted to do that with him, he was always ready for it. Somehow it made him feel more special than simply being used like some cocksucking slut.

Erik nodded. “How could you guess?” he asked, smiling weakly.

Raven didn’t mind that Erik rather fucked John than her. He had always preferred males to females as bed partners, and they both knew it. Many intercourses between them had been anal, and Raven thought she could manage fine without a dick in her asshole this time. She’d get her share of this anyway.

“How do you want me?” John asked seductively, trying, but failing to sound innocent.

“Get up on your hands and knees,” Erik replied with a seemingly nonchalant wave of his hand. In fact, he thought there was nothing more beautiful than St. John in that position, ready and willing to take him inside his body.

Raven curiously watched as Erik prepared the boy for anal sex. She didn’t like to participate in such an act, but regarding two males engaging in the activity was really not that bad. Absently Mystique reached her hand down between her legs and started to fondle the suddenly damp flesh down there.

Erik noticed her before he could get into action, and a smile crept over his face.

“Ah, Raven… Did you think we’d leave you out of this? All wrong. Come here, my dear.”

Erik gestured at Raven to lie back against the pillows and relax. She complied, and Erik positioned John in front of her and himself behind the boy. Happy with the arrangement, Mystique spread her legs and welcomed John between them. She liked having her pussy licked, not really caring who did it. Girls did it better than boys, especially inexperienced ones like John, but the young man was eager, and that did for her. Erik didn’t do it to her very often, though she thought it was unfair as he always got his blowjob from her.

She could hear the sound of Erik penetrating his young lover and the soft moans that followed. As soon as they had managed to establish a steady, even pace, John carefully tasted the blue woman before him. He was a complete novice as this, and even if it wasn’t his first contact with Mystique, they had never done anything like this before. She had used her hand to casually jack him off a few times, and he’d been allowed to touch her cleft with his fing but but that was it, basically. Raven didn’t care much for love-sick teens (not the males, anyway) and John knew this. Until now he’d only gone all the way with Erik.

Raven was blue, but besides that there weren’t many anatomic differences. Never having done this to a female, he knew little of how she liked it, but figured she would guide him through it. John liked the salty taste of her, not completely different from Erik’s pre-come, and eagerly lapped at whatever he could find.

Mystique softly stroked the boy’s hair, encouraging him to continue. She had to admit Rogue – and most other females – had more finesse, but John clearly had potential. Dreamingly Raven imagined it was Rogue’s tongue playing inside her, gi her her pleasure. Well, with some make-up and the right clothes, John could have passed for a girl, and right now the faint sensation of his stubble was all that separated him from one.

Erik was thrusting into the young body from behind, stroking the boy’s curved back and smooth bottom. John was blissfully tight, even though they had done this as late as yesterday evening, and every time he flexed his internal muscles Erik believed he’d faint of pleasure. After something that felt like hours, he was nearing his climax, and let the boy know by tightening his hold of his hips.

Erik came with a long, drawn-out moan and spilled his seed in the depths of the lovely young body before him. His final thrust was so hard John fell forward and almost bit down on Raven’s clit in surprise.

She flinched when she felt the sudden pain mingled with pleasure, and reflexively tangled her hands in Pyro’s auburn hair. The young one didn’t seem to notice though, as he was busy dealing with Erik’s orgasm.

Panting heavily, as always, Magneto pulled out and had to lean against John for support. He really enjoyed this, but silently wondered for how much longer he’d be able to go on with it. He wasn’t young anymore and his body constantly reminded him of it.

John looked up from Raven’s pussy when he felt Erik moving, and asked, “Are you alright?”

“Yes, yes, I’m fine,” Erik assured him. “But I’m sure one day you will kill me, John…” he added with a weary smile. ´

John grinned wickedly. “Already tired, old man?” he teased.

“Just wait until you’re my age…” Erik muttered and lay down next to Raven.

John wasn’t sure what to do now when Erik no longer screwed him. Was he expected to continue what he was doing, or…something else? John shuddered at the alternative. Would he perhaps be given the chance to…fuck Mystique? Erik never allowed him to be on top, so this would be his first time doing that. For some reason his face started to go all red, and he suddenly felt terribly insecure.

The two older mutants certainly noticed his reaction and could almost see what went on in his mind. John’s cock was throbbing and hot, begging for release. He hadn’t yet come this morning, and preferably wanted to do it somewhere else than his own fist.

Mystique was beautiful and he’d had many wet dreams about her.

Raven knew what the boy wanted, and didn’t have the heart to deny it to him. Inexperienced teen boys were not her number one preference, but she knew this would mean a lot to John. And, she thought, I’m not exactly new to it, so why the hell not?

“Okay, you can do it,” she told him. “And you don’t have to be careful, I can handle most things.”

John wasn’t terribly big, and she hoped he would not take it as an insult. But Pyro was too eager to pay any attention to it. He got up to his knees between her splayed legs and prep to to penetrate her when Mystique stopped him by seizing his member.

“Haven’t you forgotten something?” she asked sharply.

“What?” the practically shaking young man murmured.

“Well,” Raven said, “I suppose it’s safe for the two of you to go bare, but I’m not ready to become a mother. If you’re getting inside me, you had better put on a condom first.”

John didn’t know where Erik kept his condoms, since they never used them. He turned his head to give Erik a disoriented look, and the older man offered him one, chuckling.

“Here you go, boy,” he said. “Do you know how to put it on?”

“I think I’ll manage…” John murmured with his cheeks burning. Despite his trembling hands he managed to tear the package open and pull the small rubber thing on his aching cock. Before he could get started he wondered whether Erik would leave, but soon realized he wouldn’t. This was a three-way, and of course the alpha-male was going to stay.

He crawled closer and settled behind Raven, pulling her onto his lap. Erik would take great joy in watching this, and hoped St. John wouldn’t mind.

“Alright, dear, I think you can get started,” he told the boy and placed his hands atop Raven’s.

John shakily complied and did what was expected of him. He gasped when he was fully sheathed, marvelling at the sensation. No blowjobs or handjobs could compete with this. Slowly he started moving in the tight heat enveloping him.

Raven had to admit John was skilled for a beginner. Once he sped up she was gasping with pleasure, not quite knowing where the skinny little boy got his strength from. John’s hands travelled over her body, stopping at her bouncing breast which he squeezed almost painfully hard.

But like any inexperienced young boy, John lacked stamina and orgasmed only a few minutes after getting started. It was a powerful and body-wracking surge; far different from what he usually experienced when Erik inertly sucked or stroked him to climax.

The trio lay in a heap for a moment, in a tangle of limbs and sweaty naked bodies. John was resting his head on Raven’s chest, salivating on her blue skin. Mystique thought he looked drugged and had to stop herself from snickering.

Erik was the first to disentangle from the mess and getting off the bed. He walked to a closet and pulled on a silky wine-red robe and stuck his feet into a pair of slippers. While passing the large full-figure mirror that hung on his wall, he stopped by long enough to make sure his hair wasn’t standing straight up. Then he turned to the pair still lying in bed.

“Come, let’s have breakfast,” he said softly. “And maybe we could talk.”

Raven sighed inwardly. Of course. How could she forget? Erik certainly hadn’t, and she could see why. Very well; all she could do was to take the bull by the horns and hope for the best. She was a good liar, but how long could she keep this up?

“You go ahead,” she told Erik. “We’ll be there in a minute.”

John stayed with his head on Raven’s chest for yet another while, and didn’t move until she gently nudged him away. The boy looked even more tired now than before, but hopefully some grub would cure that.

“Come, let’s go,” she said and offered him a hand up. “Erik’s waiting.”

*

continued in part 3