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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi, Other
  Fandom:
      X-Men:_First_Class_(2011)_-_Fandom
  Relationship:
      Erik_Lehnsherr/Sebastian_Shaw/Charles_Xavier
  Character:
      Erik_Lensherr, Sebastian_Shaw, Charles_Xavier, Anya_Lehnsherr
  Additional Tags:
      AU, Mpreg, male_preferential_primogeniture, Fluff, Arranged_Marriage,
      Loss_of_Virginity, poor_clueless_baby_charles, Underage_-_Freeform,
      Enthusiastic_Consent, Fingering, Genderfuck, terrified_virgin, Pet_Names,
      so_many_pet_names_you_guys
  Series:
      Part 1 of It's_Weird_When_Shaw_Is_Nice
  Stats:
      Published: 2012-11-16 Words: 2405
****** Take Your Time ******
by Not_You
Summary
     For a kinkmeme prompt. In a world where Shaw isn't really that bad
     and desperately needs an heir, there are men who can bear children
     and Charles is one of them, married off to Shaw in a business
     transaction. He's sheltered and clueless and terrified out of his
     mind, so Shaw calls in Erik, his first man-wife, and has him show
     Charles the ropes. And then smut and fluff.
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Charles tries. He does, but he's only seen Lord Shaw (Sebastian? He'll never be
used to this) twice before, and now he's lying there propped on the pillows
with the covers around his waist, and he's naked under there and Charles is
naked under this thin robe and he's so scared. Cain had said that it would
hurt, that opening the womb always did and that some boys died from the pain.
He does know for a fact that childbirth can kill, so why not the beginning of
the process as well as the end? He's only sixteen and he doesn't want to die.
"Come here, boy. I won't hurt you."
Charles whimpers, and forces himself to put one foot in front of the other. He
clutches the robe around himself and crawls in beside his new lord and master.
Shaw smiles at him, and brushes an errant curl out of Charles's face. "What's
the matter, blue eyes?" He says it so kindly that Charles bursts into tears,
making Shaw snort in exasperation. "What is it? Are you homesick? Did the
arrangements part some young lovers? I only need an heir from you, love. Once
you're bearing one of mine, you can tumble whoever you like."
Charles sobs that he doesn't want to die, and after a few more brusque
questions about the extent and nature of his fears, Shaw groans, covering his
face with one hand. "My god, what have they sent me?" At this Charles wails,
because dying here would be better than being sent home in disgrace. "Damn you,
boy, stop crying! I'm not going to hurt you or send you home, so just calm
down. You're giving me a headache." He pulls a bell rope by the bed, sitting up
straighter. When a servant comes in, Shaw tells him to fetch in some sweet
firewine, a few things to tempt the child into a better humor, and Erik. He
bows and vanishes, and Charles's sobs slow both from this temporary reprieve
and from curiosity about his fellow consort. Erik Lensherr is also a bearing
man, or was before an epidemic of the Slough Fever left him barren. Fond as
Shaw is of his little Anya, she cannot legally inherit, necessitating this
marriage in the first place. Erik is supposed to be learned (though probably
less than Charles, most people are) accomplished, and particularly beautiful.
He dislikes court, and Charles has never once seen him in person.
"There, now," Shaw says as Charles quiets, "just relax."
"Th-thank you, my lord."
"I think you'll like Erik, and he'll be better able to show you that there's
nothing to be afraid of."
Charles nods, and wipes his eyes on his sleeves, sitting up beside Shaw. The
servant returns a moment later, setting a tray across their laps and vanishing
again. There are three small, round goblets, and Shaw hums to himself, pouring
the bright red-gold wine. Charles watches in fascination, since firewine is too
effete for his stepfather to allow it into the house, and Charles has never had
it. Shaw smiles slightly, and passes him a glass. "Taste it." Charles obeys,
and finds it sweet and sharp and warming. It's delicious, and unlike anything
he has ever had. "It shouldn't go to your head too badly, it's not very
strong."
"It's very good, my lord. Thank you."
"You know, ordinarily that gets on my nerves, but when you do it it's cute.
Here, try this." It's a unfamiliar pastry with honey and crushed walnuts, and
it's delicious. Charles is just finishing it when Erik arrives.
"All right, Sebastian, what have you done to the poor child?" Standing there in
the doorway with a teasing smile lighting up his nearly-silver eyes, he puts
rumors of his beauty to shame.
Shaw laughs. "Nothing, on my honor! They sent the poor boy out with no
explanations, and someone has been filling his head with scary stories. So I
thought you might be able to help, dearest."
"I appreciate the confidence. And our little friend's remarkable eyes." He
crawls into the bed alongside Charles, smiling softly.
"He really is beautiful. I had thought they were painting him up to sweeten the
pot, but the portrait didn't do him justice."
"Not a bit. Pass me my wine, little one?"
Charles blushes, and does as his senior consort directs.
The boy really is lovely. And obviously greener than grass and terrified out of
his mind. Erik sips his wine and smiles. "When I was opened it didn't hurt a
bit, and I'll do the same for you, darling. So just finish your wine and
relax." Firewine works as a muscle relaxant in addition to its other fine
qualities, and little Charles doesn't have much of a choice. His eyes are still
clear after a glass, though, and Erik wants to keep them that way. So he
finishes his own and puts it back on the tray, letting Sebastian put it aside
as he cups Charles's chin in one hand. "Have you been kissed, little one?"
"O-only at the ceremony, my lord."
"What a crime, with a mouth like yours. It's the perfect type for kissing."
"It is?" Charles whispers, blue eyes wide.
"Yes," Erik purrs, "let me show you." He leans in and does just that, gently,
gently teasing that red mouth open, feeding the boy just the tip of his tongue
to see what he does with it. Charles gasps and twitches, and then he's sucking
softly and whimpering, and Erik groans into his mouth. They spend a golden
eternity like that, just Erik teaching the boy to kiss as Sebastian watches.
Soon enough he's covering that pale neck in kisses, and pulling the robe down
over his shoulders. "Oh, you are lovely," Erik murmurs, and Charles blushes. He
cries out when Erik sucks on those perfectly pink little nipples, and blushes
all over as Erik finally unwraps him for good. Erik smiles down at him,
stroking that sweet, stiff cock, so thick already and the boy not even done
growing. "Do you touch yourself?"
"S-sometimes, my lord," Charles mewls, squirming, and Erik purrs.
"What about here?" He trails his fingertips down the underside of the boy's
cock and behind his balls to his slit, delicate and slick. Charles gasps and
bucks, shaking his head, eyes huge. "Really?" Erik coos, pressing a fingertip
against it, making the impossibly tight lips part just a little.
"Y-yes… oh…"
"It only hurts to be opened if you do it too fast." He rubs a little harder,
spreading the slick and pushing just a little against the resistance. "Or maybe
if you have big, rough hands like our warlord here. Good thing he had the sense
to call me," Erik coos, fingertip slipping into Charles and making him squeak.
He and Sebastian both just drink it in after that, the sight of Charles sighing
and squirming, flushed all over and pinching those pert little nipples when
Erik puts his hands there and tells him to, that it'll help. Charles mewls and
gasps and gets wetter and wetter. Soon he's rocking his hips for more, and
easily taking Erik's first finger to the knuckle. Erik shudders, fucking him
gently. "God, Sebastian. He's so tight. Be careful when you take him."
"I will, beloved." Sebastian is just lounging and watching, of course, cock
filling slowly with age and firewine and sheer damned laziness. Sebastian is as
lazy as a cat, and looks a bit like one now with his hooded eyes and faint
smirk. And then Charles squeals breathlessly, and Erik grins, crooking his
finger again.
"Like that?"
"Yes, please sir, please, I…"
"More?" Charles nods, eyes huge. Erik kisses him again and adds a second
finger, rumbling happily in his chest as he carefully, carefully stretches
Charles. He hadn't been lying to him earlier, and is gentle, distracting the
boy from any discomfort with soft kisses and delicate touches to his cock that
make him whine as it twitches in response. At a third finger Charles moans
aloud, spreading his legs and arching his back. Erik beams down at him. "Yes,
just like that. See how silly it was to be afraid?" Charles nods, and shyly
catches Erik's other hand. Erik squeezes reassuringly, and his heart nearly
stops as Charles blushes a deeper red, and sucks Erik's first two fingertips
into his mouth, big eyes fluttering shut. Erik shudders, and strokes his tongue
with a slow, hard back and forth that makes Charles whine helplessly through
his nose. "Oh, Charles. The things I'll teach you to do with that pretty
mouth."
Charles moans, and Sebastian chuckles. "Not tonight, you won't. There are more
important places for my seed."
"Always so short-sighted," Erik teases, opening Charles a little more and
forcing a lovely little cry out of him.
"No, I just prefer to play the very long game. Do you think he's ready?" It's
not that Sebastian is impatient so much as tired. He would very much like to
get Charles bred and then get some sleep. There will be time for more
conversation later, but tonight is all about making things legal and secure.
"Nearly so." Erik twists his fingers and Charles bucks and whimpers. "Just a
bit more…" He stretches Charles, wringing a sweet cacophony of shocked little
sounds from him for what feels like a lifetime before he finally pulls them
out, grinning. Charles makes a plaintive noise, and Erik chuckles. "Yes, now
he's ready. You're ready to give yourself to your master, aren't you, sweet
boy?"
"Y-yes," Charles says, and bites that criminally red lower lip, flushing
prettily. "B-but please don't leave."
"Not a chance, pretty one. I want to see this."
Sebastian chuckles, rising up on his knees, fully hard. Charles stares, wide-
eyed, and Erik can feel him tensing up again. "I promise he's not to too big."
Charles still looks nervous, and Erik settles himself on his back, reaching for
Charles, who gets the idea and clambers on top of him. Erik purrs and pets him,
murmuring encouragingly and pushing three fingers in easily. "You'll be fine,
sweetheart." Charles nods shyly, and gasps as Sebastian ranges over them,
rocking his hips to rub the slick tip of his cock against Erik's fingers and
Charles's wet slit. As it pushes against the boy's balls he cries out again,
and Erik purrs, fondling them with one hand, the other knotted into those
chestnut curls as he kisses him again. After another long moment of just
rubbing and breathing together, he holds Charles open for Sebastian, who
carefully eases the thick tip of his cock into his bride, who gasps into Erik's
mouth but only spreads his legs wider.
Sebastian groans deep in his chest as he sinks further and further into
Charles. The boy is so unspeakably tight that this shouldn't take long,
especially not after watching Erik with him. He whimpers and gasps and shyly
tells Erik how big it is, that it feels good and hurts at the same time, and
Sebastian nibbles the shell of one perfect ear. "It'll only feel better when
you get used to it, boy."
Charles whines and quivers around him, making him grunt and speed up. Charles
pants and mewls and then wails, suddenly shifting forward as Erik moans.
Sebastian chuckles, breathless. "How's his cock, beloved?"
"Lovely as the rest of him," Erik coos, petting Charles and kissing him again.
"Oh, yes, little one, just like that…" Charles keeps moving, and then wails
again, spasming so hard around Sebastian that it makes him come as well.
Shuddering and panting, they lie there uselessly as Erik tugs on his own cock
and grunts, finally joining them in lazy satiation. After a moment, Sebastian
pulls out slowly, hands on Charles's hips keeping him where he is. In a nearby
drawer is a silver plug, shaped to be comfortable to sleep in and to keep
anything from running out until it has done its work. Charles squeaks when it
pushes in, and shivers, cock stirring slightly. Erik chuckles, and kisses him
deeply.
They clean up a bit before falling asleep in a happy pile, and they're glad of
it in the morning as quickly pattering little feet and the squawks of a
harassed nurse pulls them out of their happy lie-in. "Miss Anya, you absolutely
must not—"
"Father!" Anya runs and jumps into bed with them, hugging Sebastian tightly. He
has been away too often lately, arranging this marriage and other business, and
he holds her to his chest, breathing in the light child-smell of her hair. He
waves the nurse away and tucks Anya between himself and Erik, ringing for
breakfast as he does.
"It's good to be home, light of my eyes. Have you been a good girl and kept up
with your lessons?"
"Yes, Father." She wriggles delightedly, and Erik smiles, petting her.
"Even in music?" She wrinkles her nose, and Sebastian has to laugh. Music is
something any princess or lord's daughter (or bearing son, as the case may be)
must know, but there is a reason that Anya's mother is renowned for his
singing, and for no other form.
"Yes, Father. Is that my new second mother over there?"
Charles is just a lump in the blankets still, and Sebastian smiles. "Yes, it
is. Don't worry, we'll wake him when breakfast comes."
"Is he nice?"
He does his very best not to leer. "Very nice. Shy, though. Be kind to him."
"Do you think he'll have a brother for me?"
"Well, we hope so." He kisses the top of her head. "You're just as smart and
strong as any boy (if not better) but it's against the rules for you to be Lord
Shaw after me."
"I know, you told me. What do I get to be?"
"Well, you'll be Lady Anya, and then something else depending on if you marry a
lord or a prince."
She nods, satisfied with this information, and claps her hands with delight
when breakfast comes in. Sebastian smiles, and makes her a little plate of her
favorites as Erik serves Charles and himself, the boy coming truly awake at the
scent of food. "Good morning, second mother!' Anya calls, and Charles blushes,
then grins, sitting up and keeping himself decorously covered.
"Good morning, Anya."
By the end of the meal they're fast friends, and Sebastian knows for certain
that Charles will fit in here.
End Notes
     So this is a basically patriarchal feudal world, where there are
     bearing men (and presumably begetting women) who are considered kind
     of a consolation prize, but still legal sexual-social tender. If you
     promised someone your first daughter in marriage and you have all
     sons, you give him the one with a womb.
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