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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Rape/Non-Con, Underage
  Category:
      Multi
  Fandom:
      Class_(TV_2016)
  Relationship:
      Andra'ath_|_Andrea_Quill/Charlie_Smith/April_MacLean/Matteusz
      Andrzejewski/Ram_Singh, Matteusz_Andrzejewski/Charlie_Smith, April
      MacLean/Ram_Singh
  Character:
      Andra'ath_|_Andrea_Quill, Charlie_Smith_(Class), Matteusz_Andrzejewski,
      Ram_Singh_(Class), April_MacLean
  Additional Tags:
      Sex_Pollen, Aliens_Made_Them_Do_It, Teacher-Student_Relationship, Dubious
      Consent, Orgy, Oral_Sex, Vaginal_Sex, Vaginal_Fingering, Fivesome_-_F/F/
      M/M/M, Rape_Aftermath
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      Published: 2017-01-28 Updated: 2017-02-05 Chapters: 2/? Words: 4335
****** This was not part of the plan ******
by Galadriel1717_(Galadriel1010)
Summary
     Written for the prompt "Sex pollen orgy". Hopefully it does what it
     says on the tin. Read the tags and warnings.
Notes
     Thank you to whoever prompted me to leave my comfort zone, but can I
     slink back into it now?
***** Chapter 1 *****
"Clearly you have no idea how to please a woman," Quill sneered, pushing his
head out from between her legs. "Not you, little Prince. You're actually doing
quite well for someone who's barely been touched."
Charlie decided to ignore the less friendly bits of that statement, and instead
pushed himself up, the change in angle shifting Matteusz's fingers in his arse
in a delicious way, and bringing him close enough to turn and kiss him. Ram,
meanwhile, was sitting back, resting on his hands, with the glow of his alien
leg the other light in the room, just enough to see his disgruntled expression
as Miss Quill knelt in front of April and made her moan like Ram hadn't.
This was not part of the plan, as far as Charlie could remember.
******
Miss Quill strode ahead of them, doing her best to ignore them as usual. It had
turned colder very quickly, and every streetlight they passed under highlighted
the puff of condensation in front of Matteusz and, in doing so, the lack of one
in front of Charlie. His face flushed as he realised it and he buried his nose
into his scarf. Matteusz's hand was warm in his, but soon Charlie thought
they'd need to start wearing gloves, which he was sad about. He didn't know how
cold London would get over winter, but it seemed likely to be very cold.
They turned the corner to the school and slowed even more, taking in the
'bloody weird fog' that Ram had WhatsApped him about. It was, without a doubt,
odd. Faintly purple under the bright white lights, it lay like a crisp blanket
a few inches deep all around the school. "It's like snow," Matteusz murmured,
and Charlie added that to his list of things to look up later. "Is it
advancing?"
Ram shook his head, just close enough for Matteusz's voice to have carried to
him. "I've been right here since I texted you, and it's not moved past the tip
of my toe."
"He's right. It's just… there." April pushed her hair out of her face again
and, at a glace from Quill, tied it back quickly. "Tanya can't get out. I said
we'd cope without her."
"You would," Quill told her. "Of course we'll be fine without the most
intelligent member of the group. It’s not like we might need to think about
this."
"Yeah, well, we didn't have a choice. Her mum isn't letting her out, and Vivian
is actually scarier than you." He didn't quail when Quill glared at him even.
"I'm not kidding. Nigerian mums, man."
She gave another of her long suffering sighs and crouched down next to the fog.
"I wish I could take her into battle rather than you, then. Do we know anything
about our enemy?"
"It's fog," Charlie observed. "It seems static, but it could be toxic or
something similar, couldn't it?"
"It could." She straightened up. "Which is why you're going to walk into it."
He nodded, and April reached out to grab his arm. "What? Why? That makes no
sense. You're supposed to protect him!"
"Exactly." Charlie smiled at her. "So if Quill gets a headache when I step into
it, we leave it there and hope it goes away. If she doesn't, it's safe."
Matteusz groaned behind him and he turned to smile in a way he hoped was
reassuring. "If I feel anything, I'll be straight back out."
After taking a deep breath, he walked straight forwards, stopping a few paces
into the fog. "I can't feel anything much. It's… cool, I guess? Smells a bit
like Parma Violets." He sniffed again. "Definitely Parma Violets."
"I'm honestly not getting a headache. Not even a mild one." Quill stalked
forwards to join him. "Not even the sort I normally get from hanging around
with you pathetic creatures. Come on in, children, the water's fine."
Matteusz was the first, of course, hand back in Charlie's within moments. "That
was very stupid," he muttered. "What if it was acid?"
"It would have started hurting and I would have stopped," he assured him.
"There was no danger to me, I was sure of this. This fog, whatever it is, it
isn't harmful."
"But it's getting thicker, and it's coming from the school." Ram joined them,
followed by April. "If it's not dangerous, surely we can leave it?"
"Could, but won't." Quill led the way. "Come on. It's only a potentially deadly
gas. Our little canary will tell us if we're in danger instantly."
They trailed after her again, sticking close. Inside the school the fog was
rising higher up the walls, clinging to them, and it was thick enough that it
parted around them and took a moment to fill the space. At the first junction
it was depressingly easy to tell which way they needed to go - it was higher up
the walls and the smell was stronger - and then they found it flowing down a
staircase. Charlie went first, without comment, and rested his hand on the
rail, just above it. "What's up here?"
"Art on that floor, music above," April answered. "Have you never been?"
"No, why would I? I've only been here a couple of months," he pointed out, "and
you don't have any instruments I recognise, let alone play."
They followed him, footsteps deadened by the fog, and April asked. "Did you
play, at home?"
"Yes. Not brilliantly," he admitted. "But it was seen as the done thing. Music
on Rhodia, among the Rhodians I should say, is much more structured than here.
The Quill were much more talented at anything creative."
Miss Quill had nothing to add to that at first, but then she grunted. "That's
inarguable. The Rhodians lacked imagination."
"Charlie doesn't lack imagination," Matteusz observed, his fingers tightening
on Charlie's hand.
Ram groaned. "Didn't need that image, thanks mate. You keep your sex life to
yourself, and we'll do the same." April hissed at him and he grunted. "I don't
see it coming down from Music, though. We must be on the right floor. Is anyone
else feeling… warm?"
"Yes. I can see it. It's coming from that room." Charlie took a deep breath,
which was filled with the cloyingly sweet smell of violets, now almost
overpowering. "And now you mention it."
"Still no canary," Quill sing-songed. "Get a move on. I want to get back to my
book."
He did as he was told, and stepped onto the landing. He could definitely feel
the fog now, cool against his skin even though his clothes, and Matteusz's hand
felt very warm in his own. As he pushed the door open wider it rolled in, like
the water that time they'd left the bath running, spilling down the stairs.
Suddenly he felt short of breath, static electricity flowing along his exposed
skin, heat everywhere, and his head span. He had a moment to think about that
before he was utterly distracted by Matteusz's hands under his shirt and his
mouth on the back of his neck.
Miss Quill ushered them into the room, where the temperature was even higher
and Charlie was more than happy to let Matteusz help him out of his clothes.
The prickling sensation ran along every inch of skin now, only chased away by
Matteusz's hands, his lips, his chest against Charlie's back. April and Ram
were in a similar state, and Charlie took a moment to watch April, her breasts,
free of the bra very quickly, hitching with shaky breaths. And then the door
closed behind them and the room went dark, save for the winking light of the
CCTV camera in the corner of the room.
He turned towards Matteusz, desperate for more contact, some small, remote part
of his mind telling him that this was not normal. Not him and Matteusz, but him
and Matteusz, April and Ram, and Quill, who was running a finger down the line
of his spine, who was smiling against his shoulder and almost purring as her
hand found Matteusz's. "Who's a lucky boy?" she asked, her tongue tracing his
ear. "These human bodies, they're so responsive, aren't they? Want to see what
a female human tastes like?"
Yes. But also no. Because that would mean stopping kissing Matteusz, which was
okay for a few seconds, but even on a normal day he didn't really want to stop
for more than that. But Matteusz seemed to be making the decision for him and
turned him around to face her, his large hands framing Charlie's hips and
pulling him back against an already impressive erection. "How about you
pleasure her, whilst I fuck you?"
"It could be like a thank you," she purred, before leaning over him. From the
noises, Charlie thought she was kissing Matteusz, which made him cross enough
to agree to the plan. Soon after he was kneeling on the floor, one hand resting
on Quill's strong thigh for support, the other probing at her opening whilst he
nuzzled and licked at her, wishing he'd at least glanced at the pages on sex
with women on his way to the ones he'd, at the time, found more important.
Still she didn't seem to be complaining, and her fingers in his hair and on his
scalp urged him on. When he got distracted by Matteusz's skillful and oh so
familiar fingers sliding into him - no lube, because who brought lube to an art
classroom, and the new and different burn was amazing - she made a slightly
grumpy noise and pushed harder, reminding him to resume his explorations.
She tasted different, and he had no frame of reference for it, but her sex was
soft and internal, save for what was evidently there to give her pleasure. He
liked that about humans, he decided. They loved sex, and he could understand
why. Miss Quill was moaning, hips twitching to meet his eager tongue, and his
own body was responding beautifully to Matteusz's fingers moving inside him,
his lips on his back, the murmured words of praise.
A moment later though, he was pushed away, scrambling for balance and trying to
push himself up. He flushed happily at the idea that he'd made her happy, and
craned his neck back to kiss Matteusz again like he'd wanted to. The angles
were awkward but familiar, and he caught Matteusz's neck, stroked it gently as
their lips finally found each other and Quill told Ram and Charlie what she
thought of their techniques.
Ram grumbled, but April's moans had changed, breathy little hitches and short,
quiet laughter. "She's right, Ram," she teased, breath catching. "Oh God, she's
right."
"Yeah, well, if there was any light, I'd be taking notes." He moved, and there
was the soft, wet noise of them kissing. "I bet you look amazing."
Images sprang into Charlie's mind, too, unbidden. April spread out on her bed,
hair falling around her, soft breasts caught in Quill's hands. Ram, buried
inside her. He wondered how it felt. It couldn’t be better than having Matteusz
buried inside him. Speaking of which…
"Prince, come here," Quill ordered him, and he groaned even as he did as he was
told. Was he never going to get fucked? April was waiting for him, as soft as
he'd imagined, and he didn't need to be told to lie next to her, tangle their
legs together, kiss her. She laughed into his mouth as he cupped her breast and
squeezed gently, but she grabbed his hand and pushed it lower between her legs.
"You can only have your hand on my tits if something else is in me," she told
him, guiding his fingers to her entrance. "Yes, like that," she breathed.
He flexed and twisted his fingers, and she made the best noises, almost as good
as when Matteusz started swearing in Polish. And then, because he wanted to
know, he moved above her, braced himself on one arm, and guided his erection to
her entrance. He didn't have the words to explain what was happening, but he
could explain what he felt. She was tight and warm and wet and soft around him,
sweat beading across her skin and his, her hands clutching at him and her nails
digging in enough to leave marks as he pressed in. Her breaths turned to gasps,
and now he was free to cup her breast again, stroke the nipple with his thumb
and discover that that made her arch her back and squirm.
Ram was the only one he could really see, and only his leg, but it meant he
knew he was coming, so the hand on his shoulder, running down his back, wasn't
a surprise. It was when his fingers slipped into Charlie that he was surprised,
and he lost what rhythm he had, falling still whilst these new, inexperienced
fingers twisted inside him, finding the ways to make him whine and shudder. It
didn't take long for Ram to withdraw his fingers and replace them with his
cock, the entrance more painful than he was used to, but overpowering in its
intensity. He felt like every one of his nerves was on fire, pleasure dancing
and sparking along every place where he was touched. The drag of Ram's cock
inside him, feeling like it was so deep it should be inside April as well. She
got his attention by bucking her hips, and he fell into some sort of pattern,
pulling out of her and onto Ram as Ram pushed into him, and then pushing into
her as Ram pulled out. He wanted Matteusz, but he was otherwise engaged, and
Quill seemed more than happy about that.
Sparks danced behind his eyes, and the smell of sex started to become stronger
than that of the fog. He was a being made entirely of pleasure, and he cried
out as he came, shaking, his arm giving way so that he fell onto April with a
laugh. She wasn't laughing, until he pushed himself up again and pushed Ram
back, just enough so he could dive back between her legs and taste himself on
her. She tangled her fingers in his hair with one hand, and with the other she
must have pulled Ram closer, so both of their laughs got lost in kissing again.
Soon she was gasping, grinding her hips against his face, and she came with a
moan muffled against Ram's lips, maybe, the fingers that weren't in Charlie's
hair urging him on now rubbing furiously, bumping against his nose as he moved
down to where she was wettest.
He heard Matteusz come next, a familiar sound that sent a bolt of pleasure
through him, but he was feeling tired now, pleasure seeping from his limbs to
be replaced with lethargy. Ram finished in him, obscenities spilling across
Charlie's back, and then Charlie was free to crawl away and find Matteusz,
nuzzle his cheek and kiss his shoulder, and then he took his place again
between Quill's legs until she came with a scream, her nails digging hard into
his shoulder and scalp as her hips bucked fiercely.
Charlie wiped his face and let Matteusz gather him up, turning to curl up in
his arms, stretched out on the floor.
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     I wrote more... It's not happy more, but it's more. (And it's going
     to get even less happy.)
Charlie was woken by something nudging at his hip, and he became aware of
several things at roughly the same time. The first was that he was cold, but in
swift succession came Matteusz's arms holding him tight, uncomfortable soreness
pretty much everywhere, the hard floor, and someone other than Matteusz resting
against his leg. There was another nudge and he opened his eyes, greeted by the
familiar and welcome sight of Matteusz's chest, and then, when he looked up and
over his shoulder, the equally familiar but far less welcome sight of Quill
looking at him with deep suspicion.
And then the previous night came flooding back and he groaned, burying his face
against Matteusz again until he'd got over the complete humilation and
catalogued all of his aches into individual excruciatingly embarassing moments.
Once he was done he pulled himself from Matteusz's arms carefully and sat up,
arms around his knees.
"Well, this is awkward," Quill murmured, looking down at the sleeping teenagers
around him. She'd had time to get dressed. He wished he had. "I assume that
wasn't a human thing."
"I don't think so." He looked down at Matteusz. "Um… can you… turn your back?"
"After last night?" She sighed and did as he asked anyway, and he scrambled to
pull on underwear. "Are you ready yet?"
"I'll have to do." Matteusz groaned and Charlie grabbed for his boxers,
wondering for a second about trying to get them on him and then realising that
he'd have to do the same for April and Ram. Instead he just dropped them
strategically, and started sorting through the pile of clothes to find what was
his and what wasn't. "What was that last night?"
"Some sort of aphrodisiac, I assume. Could have been an alien, but I don't
think so.
Matteusz groaned again, and reached out for Charlie's hand. "I had a horrible
nightmare that I fucked Miss Quill."
"Oi!"
"That wasn't a nightmare," Charlie told him. "Or if it was, I had it too. And
I'm still having it."
"Oi," Quill repeated. "I thought it was quite enjoyable."
Charlie squeezed Matteusz's hand and looked around at him. "We… we need to talk
about this, but we need to get out of here first. Before the cleaners come in."
"Shit." He nodded and reached for his clothes, and Quill turned her back
without having to be asked again. Charlie finally worked out which were his
jeans and dropped April's back where he'd found them, and pulled them on
quickly. "What was that that happened? Is it an alien thing?"
"Alien, but not Rhodian," Charlie assured him. "Look, can we have this
conversation just the once? We'll wake Ram and April, and go and drink a lot of
tea, and then it might look slightly okay."
Matteusz sighed, pulled his T shirt back on, and draped his jacket over April
before he started shaking her shoulder. She and Ram were already stirring, and
pretty soon they were awake and unhappy, pulling on clothes as fast as they
could and blaming Charlie for everything. He trailed along behind them,
resigned to it, until Matteusz held back and, finally, reached for his hand.
"It will be okay," he promised. "Eventually, it will be okay."
Quill let them out of the side door they'd come in through and grabbed Ram's
arm before he could run off. "Back to ours. It's closer, and we have things to
talk about."
"I don't want to talk to you right now."
"I never want to talk to you, and yet I have to do it all the time." She
stalked off in the lead and, despite his words, Ram fell in behind her.
"Besides, I have an idea."
Charlie made cups of tea when they got in, and Matteusz started on bacon
sandwiches. Whilst Quill rummaged through her room for whatever her idea
needed, April sat at the table with her head in her hands, and Ram tried and
failed to make things better. "I mean, what the fuck even happened?" he
demanded. "Some sort of sex gas, or was it just some Rhodian mating ritual? Is
that what you see in him, Matteusz? Just endless kinky sex on tap."
"If you do not stop talking about him like that, I will put marmite on your
sandwich." Matteusz glared at him. "That was not like Charlie, any more than it
was like April. It was the fog. It must have changed us."
"And it definitely wasn't a Rhodian thing," Charlie said, adding an extra sugar
into Matteusz's tea. "I never… well, Matteusz was my first, but I'm pretty sure
that sex among the Rhodia was a lot more boring than that. We're actually an
egg laying species. The Quill aren't, but I still don't think they do… whatever
that was."
Ram stared at him. "You can lay eggs?"
He sighed. "Of course I can't lay eggs. It's only the females who lay eggs."
"He's right. Sex with Rhodians is boring." Quill returned with a pill bottle in
her hand and pointed at the table. "Sit. Eat your sandwiches."
It was easier to do as he was told, and he was hungry anyway, so he passed the
mugs around and set Quill's coffee by her place, when took his usual seat next
to Matteusz's and picked up his sandwich. Extra crispy bacon, and both brown
sauce and ketchup, just the way he liked it. Matteusz smiled at him, and he
finally knew that it would all be okay.
"So, we had an alien fog that made us all have sex. So far, so normal. There
are probably entire planets out there who only procreate because of it, so we
can only hope that we didn’t take all the fog and leave none for them." She
settled into her seat and tapped the pill bottle. "But we're not comfortable
with it."
"Sex without informed consent is rape," Matteusz said quietly. "We might have
been raped by a cloud, but that's what it was."
April nodded. "Yeah. I'm… really not okay with what happened. And I've had a
lot of therapy in my time, but I'm not sure I could find one to believe me
about last night."
"I shagged Charlie," Ram said with a grimace.
He didn't look up from his tea. "I think I shagged everyone."
Miss Quill almost looked sympathetic. "Yes, we know. Now, I can't make it not
have happened. But I can make us forget." She tapped the pill bottle again.
"This is Retcon. One pill will make you forget all of last night." She checked
the time. "You'll probably remember getting home from school, but that's about
it. But if one of us takes it, we all have to take it."
April pushed her hair back out of her face. "What's the catch?"
"It can cause aggression, problems forming short term memories. Quite frankly,
you won't take in anything you learn in school today, but that's hardly
unusual." She looked around. "So we're taking it?"
"Damn right," Ram muttered, holding his hand out. "I don't want to see Charlie
naked ever again."
They all took the pills from her and stared at them. "So, do we just take
them?"
"Go to bed. Then when you wake up, you won't have any questions about what
happened." Quill stood up. "I'll get a duvet for the sofa for you two."
Charlie drained the last of his tea and stood up. "And we'll go up to bed. I…"
He trailed off.
"Goodnight, Charlie," April said softly. "Thank you, for not making it weirder
than it had to be."
He nodded, waited for Matteusz to join him, and then slipped upstairs. They
avoided each other's eyes as they undressed and Charlie showered, washing away
as much of the night as they could. Charlie scrubbed at his skin until it hurt,
until Matteusz reached in and stopped him, and stepped in to join him, wrapping
his arms around him at last. "I'm sorry," he whispered, chin on Matteusz's
shoulder. "I… I'm sorry."
"Was not your fault. Was not anyone's fault." He pulled back and took the
shampoo from the rack, nudging Charlie out from under the spray so he could
start washing his hair with gentle fingers. "Are you alright?"
"I don't know. Are you?"
"I do not know either." He kissed Charlie's forehead. "But we will be."
They dried themselves off and crawled into bed, shared a glass of water to wash
the pills down. The sky was just starting to grow light, but Charlie quickly
felt his eyes grow heavy, and he rolled over towards Matteusz, reaching out for
him as sleep overtook him.
*********
Charlie was woken by someone shaking him and laughing. He opened one eye and
scowled. "April? What are you doing here?"
"Miss Quill sent me to get you," she told him, still laughing. "I brought you
tea. It's eight o'clock, though."
He scrambled to sit up and wake Matteusz. "We must have slept through three
alarms," he grumbled. "What were we doing last night?"
"Netflix," she said, like it explained everything. Honestly, it sort of did. "I
don't think we were paying much attention, though."
"No. And we… must have got to sleep even later than that." He ached, in a good
way, everywhere, and Matteusz was looking slightly smug, ruining his pretence
at still being asleep. "Thank you for waking us. We'll be down soon."
She giggled and left them to it, and Charlie nudged Matteusz again. "You can
stop pretending to be asleep now. Or we're going to be late for school."
"I wouldn't mind."
"I would. Miss Quill is my form tutor, remember?" He let Matteusz pull him down
anyway, and kissed him gently. His mind catalogued every ache against memories
of Matteusz tumbling him into bed, pinning him down, laughing into his kisses
as he thrust. "Last night was good," he murmured. "We should do it again. But
not on a school night."
Matteusz hummed and finally opened his eyes. "But that's five nights of the
week," he said mournfully. "How am I supposed to behave when you're so hot?"
"I didn't say you have to behave." He sat up and reached for his cup of tea,
smiling down at his gorgeous boyfriend. "Just not keep me up quite so late."
Downstairs, Quill shouted his name and he sighed. "She does spoil all my fun. I
don't know why Tanya thinks I actually want her around. Quill, not Tanya. I'd
far rather just live with you."
"One day," Matteusz promised, still sprawled in the middle of the bed and
blinking sleepily. "And many days after that."
His heart skipped happily and he nodded. "Yes. Yes we will."
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