Attack of the Clones

They start by tying him up; Magnus wants him to be tied up, to see how it looks, and Erik, of course, agrees. "There's some metal pieces in the drawer over there," the elder Erik says, and his younger counterpart quickly fetches them. Before long, they've been fastened into a thin, makeshift collar, and then a set of bindings for Charles' wrists. Erik bends to where Charles is crouched, already stripped bare and flushed deliciously with anticipation, and fastens everything into place. "So fucking hot, Charles," he tells the smaller man, and Charles watches him fondly.



When Erik lets slip his intentions for the last small bit of metal, Charles' mouth hangs open a bit. "Don't worry, we won't let anything bad happen to you," Magnus rumbles, still on his feet, and Erik kisses him hard on the mouth as he rolls the cock ring into place. "We just don't want this to be over right away," the older man continues, and Charles nods, dazed.



Erik kisses him again, first on the mouth, and then attacking Charles' collar bone with his lips and tongue and teeth. Charles shudders and moans his name, and squirms furiously when Erik begins playing with his nipples, working them mercilessly into hard nubs with his fingers. "S-stop," Charles gasps, but he loves it, and they know he loves it.



Erik moves behind him, still manhandling him in all of his favorite places, and Magnus takes the lead, cupping Charles' face gently and tapping his cock against the smaller man's lips. "Here, Charles," he rumbles lowly, and Charles eagerly opens his mouth, suckling around the cockhead, laving it with his tongue, letting it dance along Magnus' slit. "I knew you'd be ... good at this," Magnus groans, and both Erik and Charles smile.



Charles swallows around Magnus' dick a few times, just to prove that he can, and Magnus grunts and pulls off momentarily, panting. "Want to watch you ... fuck him," he tells Erik, and Charles can feel Erik grin. "Carefully, of course," Magnus continues. "We don't want to hurt him. He's precious to us."



"Of course," Erik agrees, and then Charles is being maneuvered forward, held in place with his metal accoutrements, whimpering a little in apprehension, but his mind sings with lust. "It's okay," he hears Erik whisper, and there's a hand smoothing down his back, fingering his ass hole. "It's okay, Charles. Just relax. It's okay."



"O-Okay," Charles bites out. He hears fumbling, and then Erik's fingers are coated with something thick and wet, and they're pushing inside of him, and he's grunting and keening and just taking it because that's all he wants to be doing right now. "R-ready," he moans when Erik asks, and then, slowly, painstakingly slowly, he's being filled with the other man's hard cock, round and blunt and ready to fuck him.



The pace is not particularly slow, but neither Charles nor Magnus minds, though Magnus does occasionally give Erik muttered directions, such as, "now, snap your hips a little more," and "move his leg out just a bit; that's it." Pitched forward, Charles dizzily looks up to see Magnus beginning to stroke himself to completion, and sends him a mental plea: 'Please. I can do it.' Magnus stops, smiles, and then lets him. His large hands grip the sides of Charles' face, and his cock slides into Charles' mouth anew. Charles vacillates harshly as he grows familiar with the push-pull of Erik fucking him from behind and Magnus shoving his cock deeper and deeper into his mouth. Then, when Magnus pulls out of him again, he watches him shake his dick once, twice, and then he comes across Charles' face.



Blinking, Charles can feel Erik shuddering behind him. "Come on, Erik," he murmurs lovingly, and he can feel Erik's hands gripping him tighter, clutching at his hips, pulling him back again and again. Finally, he hears Erik swear loudly, and then he feels a warmth in his rectum, and the frantic thrusting becomes less pronounced, until eventually, Erik pulls out of him altogether, wiping at Charles' ass absently with his hand. "Good, Charles," he murmurs, and Charles smiles.



Erik and Magnus seem to realize simultaneously that Charles is still hard and waiting to come. Charles feels the cuffs release his wrists suddenly, and then Erik is tugging him backwards, until he's flush against the other man's chest, Erik's strong arms wrapped around his bare torso. He murmurs happily, and grins when he sees Magnus fall to his knees, the older man parting his legs. Magnus reaches for his dick, and Charles moans in pre-appreciation, sensing what's coming. When the older man takes his swollen cock into his mouth, Charles' back arches with pleasure. "Yes, oh God, oh, good lord, yes, please, yes," he babbles, and he can feel Erik smiling against the crown of his hair.



Magnus sucks his cock with precision, obviously well-practiced in the act, though Charles isn't sure if it's just a familiarity with his own body, or simply that Magnus has had several lovers. He decides, as he feels the cock ring pop off and Magnus' clever fingers toying with his balls, that it matters not, so long as he keeps doing this to him. He glances down just in time to watch the older man lick a stripe down the underside of his dick, his eyes watching Charles' face pointedly, and it's Charles' undoing. He comes furiously, gasping and clutching at Erik's arms, and both Magnus and Erik smile smugly.



"The others are probably wondering why it's taking us so long to find a clean set of bedding for the guest room," Erik comments once they're all stretched out across the mattress in the room, everybody sweaty and nude. "I nominate Charles to alter their memories, or at least, their knowledge of the passage of the last, oh, thirty minutes or so."



"I agree," Magnus says smoothly, and Charles sighs and rolls his eyes, muttering something about them collectively being 'utterly impossible,' but eventually doing as they've suggested and absolving them of suspicion; at least, until other members of their party arrive upstairs, and the whole thing begins again.