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Don't Let Your Son Go Down On Me	By : Zoisite84 Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Slash - Male/Male Views: 2113 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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There's even less of an excuse for this than the original: Magneto gives Pietro some points on boning Charles. Sorry.

"Now, the first thing you have to do," Magneto says to Pietro, "is to make sure he's comfortable. None of this rutting against him while he sits stiffly in a chair. You need to be considerate of his needs, too."

"I was considerate," Pietro protests, glancing at Charles where he's currently perched in Magneto's arms for support or at least recognition of this. "He didn't say he wanted to do it on a bed or anything."

"Charles will never tell you what he needs," Magneto explains, glancing at Charles fondly. Charles rolls his eyes a bit, but winds his arms around the back of his best friend's neck and leans vaguely into his touch. "It is something you must learn to read for yourself," Magneto continues, and Pietro follows as the Master of Magnetism carries Charles across the room - they're in an underground portion of the Xavier mansion that Pietro suspects most of the house's inhabitants don't even know exists - and sets him on a large bed.

The boy watches as Magneto perches on the bed, twisting so that he can lean in towards Charles. His hand slides up, and he begins to tug at Charles' tie. "He looks particularly beautiful naked, but don't get greedy," Magneto orders his son, and his fingers deftly untie the neckpiece, loosing it from around Charles' neck. "Don't act like the child you are. Act like a man."

Pietro nods. His fingers curl and uncurl as he watches the professor slide out of his suit jacket, as he watches Magneto unfasten Charles' pants with but a flick of his wrist. "It's not fair," he complains, and Magneto and Charles both look up at him. "I don't have the metal powers like you do. I'm never going to be that smooth."

Magneto smirks. "You'll just have to work hard to compensate, then." Then he chagrins his son further by merely blinking the metal particles forming his own outfit temporarily out of existence, and laughs softly when he hears Charles murmur, "Show off."

"When you kiss him," Magneto continues, swiveling his head to meet his son's wide gaze, "explore his mouth. Treasure him. Cherish him." Then he leans in, capturing Charles' mouth in his, one hand gripping Charles' now-bare shoulder, the other moving up to lightly grasp the other man's chin, tilting his d just so. They break apart, panting, and Pietro can hear Charles mumble "Erik ..." Pietro, too, is resisting the urge to play with his cock, and is incredibly relieved when his father beckons to him. "Do you think you've got it so far?"

"Uh-huh," Pietro murmurs a little breathlessly, and climbs aboard the bed. He can feel his father's eyes on him as he gingerly straddles Charles, who is, as always, watching him carefully, gauging his reaction, ready to put a stop to this the moment Pietro might appear to be uncomfortable. He has to admit, with all the pressure to perform, he does feel a bit shy. "Can I ... kiss you, Professor?" he asks, and Charles nods.

It starts out well, Pietro grabbing Charles' face the way he saw Magneto do it, but his father surprises him by pressing his own hand against the back of Pietro's head. "Tilt your head more to the right," Magneto orders softly. "Open your mouth a bit ... yes, good. More tongue." He can feel his dad's fingers brushing the hairs at the nape of his neck, and Pietro shivers.

They break apart, and Pietro can't help but notice Charles' considerable erection. He reaches down to palm it, and Magneto 'tsks'. "Are you sure you're ready for that?" he murmurs, and Pietro snorts.

"Pretty sure it doesn't take rocket science to give a good hand job."

Magneto frowns at him disapprovingly. "If you're not interested in doing this right, Pietro, there are plenty of other places you could be." Quickly, Pietro shakes his head. "Now," Magneto acquiesces a moment later, "when you're stroking him off, build up to it. Don't just grab it and start jerking. He's not a teenager."

"He doesn't need to ... do that," Charles protests softly, but Magneto shushes him. "I'm just saying, if this is ... I assumed it was just a one-time thing, and I don't expect ... this is very odd," he finally settles on, and Magneto outright laughs.

"Ever the wordsmith, Charles." He motions to Pietro to continue, and eyes the boy's handjob technique critically. "Good," he murmurs finally, and Pietro beams, pleased at the compliment. "Why don't you suck him off," Magneto suggests once he sees the barest hint of pre-come appear. "Cover your teeth. Start with the head; the slit, and then around the rim. Don't try to take too much at once. It's hardly stimulating to hear you choking on someone's cock."

"Erik, God," Charles murmurs, but he allows Pietro to clamor onto his own belly in his lap, legs splayed, one resting idly near Magneto's thigh. Pietro proves adept at following his father's directions; as Charles watches, forcing himself not to just drop his head back and pant and thrust uselessly into Pietro's mouth, he admires how the boy busies himself with the task, glancing up every so often for approval, and receiving it by the tell-tale flush on Charles' face, and perhaps more tellingly, from the "yes, oh, yes"-type pleas pouring from Charles' mouth. When he finally makes Charles come, he's busy enough watching the older man's face that his mouth is only part way open; a line or two of jizz sticks to his chin, and he swallows what got in his mouth and then wipes his face with the back of his hand, feeling slightly embarrassed.

Behind them, Pietro can hear Magneto move. "Very good, Pietro," he tells his son. He glances at Charles. "Do you think Pietro did well, Charles?"

Charles nods. "Very well," he adds, and Pietro smiles. He thinks this, whatever this is, might be finished for the moment, but his father surprises him again when he points at his son's outfit.

"Strip."

Pietro blinks. "O-okay," he says, and stands, a bit shakily, so that he can comply. He hears his father cluck his tongue again and frowns. "Yes?"

Magneto's smile is vaguely irritating. "Slowly, son," he says. "This isn't the locker room after football practice - unless this is what you get up to in there, too."

Pietro flushes, but nods, and makes a concentrated effort to take his clothing off more seductively. It feels a bit silly, but his father does not make any further critiques of his method, so he assumes he's done all right. Then Magneto surprises him again: "On his lap again. Face towards me."

"W-why?" Pietro asks, but Magneto does not respond, merely stares at him until he complies. On his hands and knees, and stares behind himself at Charles, who smiles kindly at him. Then Pietro feels Charles' hand on his lower back, and then curving back towards his ass. A finger brushes against his most sensitive area, and he jumps.

"Is he pleasing to you, Charles?"

Charles' eyes are warm. "Only if he wants this, of course." Pietro nods quickly, wanting to earn his father's easily-waned approval, wanting Charles to touch him down there.

"I do, I really do, Professor. Please."

He feels Charles' fingers spread him slightly, and it kind of hurts, and he can feel himself grimacing. He braces himself for more, but doesn't expect the wet, slimy feeling that swabs over his ass hole instead. "Oh, oh God," Pietro mumbles, and there it is again: Charles' tongue, licking him out, steadily and methodically, but his cock is so hard from the very thought.

The professor tongue-fucks him for several minutes, the entire experience punctuated by Pietro's breathy gasps and his clutching the blankets below. His eyes are squeezed shut, but when he hears his father's soft command to "look at me, Pietro," they fly open, and he shakily meets his father's gaze. Magneto's own eyes are full of rare approval, and Pietro moans happily, hardly even feeling when two of Charles' fingers replace his tongue.

"You may jerk yourself off, Pietro," Magneto says benevolently, and Pietro doesn't have to be told twice. He thumbs the head of his cock, rubs the slit, his movements a more frantic version of what he's just been taught to do to Charles. He comes hard, mostly across his belly, and Magneto smiles as he collapses momentarily on the mattress, breathing hard. "Good boy," Magneto tells him, and Pietro whispers a soft "thanks."

After several minutes, he hears Magneto stir again. "We should take care of that," Charles is saying, and Pietro realizes that he's referring to his father's hard-on. "Pietro, if you'd please vacate the bed," Charles suggests, and Pietro quickly complies.

"Come here," Charles beckons to Magneto, and glances briefly at the other man's son, now perched in a nearby chair, still rather boneless. A small smile plays at the corners of his mouth. "As long as we're doing this anyways."

Magneto complies, and soon, he's got Charles rolled underneath him, at which point he claims Charles' mouth in a possessive, full kiss. They both moan loudly, and Pietro's pretty sure that he could go again if this keeps up, because it's unbelievably arousing to see. His father's muscles ripple as he moves, and the professor looks as pliable and lovely as Pietro remembers when they fucked scant weeks ago.

Soon, Magneto has Charles turned over, and calls a tube of lubricant to him from a nearby drawer, as well as a condom with a foil wrapper. Pietro looks away briefly while his father encases himself in the latter, but can't help but be transfixed watching him spread Charles' ass cheeks and wipe the lubricant in there. Eventually, he's got three fingers drilling rather mercilessly inside the other man, and Charles is moaning and gasping out Magneto's name and "please, please, oh God, oh, yes, Erik, please."

They fuck slowly, at first, but Pietro can tell that Magneto is shoving into his lover deeply, even from the get-go. Leaning down, Magneto's forehead rests against the back of Charles' neck, his strong arms bracing himself comfortably above the other man. Their love-making gets increasingly urgent, and Pietro watches, fascinated, as both Charles' and Magneto's faces become more and more flushed. Charles is gaping a little, and Magneto grits his teeth and presses kisses to Charles' back and neck. "Careful preparation," Magneto says, and Pietro realizes that he's speaking to him. "And then, ... drive it home for all you're worth." He comes shortly after with a ferocious groan, and then remains inside of Charles for several minutes before carefully extracting himself and rolling off to the side.

Charles' eyes are bright and slitted now as his gaze passes over Pietro. Noting his sudden discomfort, he asks, "are you hard again, Pietro?"

Flushed, Pietro nods. "Here," Charles tells him, and Pietro hurries over. Charles murmurs soft orders for him to shift here and there slightly, and then takes both his and Pietro's hard-again cocks in his hand and begins sliding his palm up and down. "Nice, yes?" he asks, and the boy nods quickly, biting his lip. Pietro comes first, and then impulsively reaches out for Charles' face, kissing him thoroughly while the older man brings himself off for his own second time. "Good boy, Pietro," Charles tells him, and Pietro beams. Then he glances over at his father, admiring the freshly-fucked sheen of his skin. Charles looks at Magneto, as well. "Well, that was rather filthy," he says cheerfully, and Magneto laughs.

"If the boy is going to have such ... unique predilections, I'd prefer he did it properly," Magneto notes. He glances at Pietro. "What do you say to Charles, son?" he asks expectantly.

Pietro nods, and then bows his head slightly towards Charles. "Thank you, Professor," he murmurs reverently, and Charles pats him affectionately on the head.
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