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The last thing you'd expected when you joined the X-Men was to end up trapped thousands of years in the past, much less to be exploring an Egyptian temple with a man who had only just recently shed the title of terrorist.
Magneto's back is all you can focus on as you follow him deeper into the decadent temple dedicated to a god neither of you know much about. En Sabah Nur had chuckled when Magneto had suggested the team try and explore it for a potential way home.
"Trust me, my friend," The first mutant bellowed as he guzzled more wine from his flask, "what you find in there will not be what you currently seek."
"Enough of your cryptic riddles," Magneto had huffed, clearly at his wits end, "I cannot just continue to sit around while you lead us towards nothing but dead ends." He turned back to face the rest of you, jaw set and brow furrowed. "Is anyone going to join me?"
Charles had lowered his head, Rogue had looked away, Beast twiddled his thumbs.
The hurt flickered in Magneto's icy blue gaze for only a moment, but you'd caught it.
"Fine. I'll go myself." He turned on his heel and began to stalk towards the cavern, making it about fifty feet before you jumped up and ran after him.
At least two hours later, you're still wondering what exactly possessed you to do so.
Your feelings towards the Master of Magnetism are…complicated to say the least. When he had joined the X-Men all those months ago you had been hesitant, but not outright hostile the way some others had. He had been your enemy at one point, had endangered the lives of you and your friends, but the more you began to work with him, the more you began to understand him. Soon that understanding turned into a pinch of attraction, nothing more than a school girl crush, but you'd seen the tension between him and Rogue, were there for the gala on Genosha. No one quite knows what went down, but what you do know is that you're not willing to put yourself in the middle of it.
Still, as you walk through winding corridors now, you can't help but notice the broad shoulders of Magneto's back and feel your cheeks heat. Who says there's anything wrong with a little attraction towards a teammate?
Eventually the two of you reach the end of the hallway and enter a massive room that must be the main worship space of the temple. The ceilings are cavernous, the walls decorated in hieroglyphics you still can't quite fully grasp. In the center of the room there is an altar surrounded by gold, jewels, clay statues, and other offerings.
"What do we do now?" You ask, looking to Magneto for guidance. He still hasn't told you what exactly it is he's looking for, and by the way he purses his lips you doubt he will now.
"We search. If you find anything out of the ordinary, yell for me." He walks towards the altar without another word. You have no idea what could possibly be out of the ordinary in a place like this, but you have no choice but to follow him blindly.
The two of you search for what feels like hours, nothing in the temple remains untouched, from the tiniest pebble to the largest golden statues of the god this place was erected for. Nothing seems to be out of the ordinary, other than the strange amount of lettuce heads scattered throughout the room. The longer you're down here, the more frantic Magneto becomes. You can see it in the way his shoulders have tensed, the furrow of his brow deepening. Only when the two of you make your way back to the altar and realize you've searched every crevice of the room does he break.
"No," he mutters to himself, reaching up and removing his helmet, "no, it can't be, it has to be here." The helmet clangs to the ground, tumbling down the few steps elevating the altar with a thud. His hands run through his silver hair, fingers clutching his own locks like he's about to rip them out. You've never seen the Master of Magnetism like this ever before.
"Magneto…" You try to get his attention and he only pulls away deeper into the current of his spiraling mind. "Erik,"
Not even his real name snaps him out of his panic. "It– we can't be stranded here. We can't…I can't–"
"Erik." You grab his arm and he whips around to face you, panic clear on his face. Without thinking you reach up and cup his cheek, desperate to pull him from this spiral. "It's going to be okay."
"How can you be so sure?" He retorts.
"Because we're the X-Men," you run your finger along his cheekbone, trying so hard to ignore just how well his face fits in your palm, "and because I believe in us." You suck in a breath, lip trembling as you continue: "I believe in you."
It's the closest to a confession you'll ever get.
The silence hangs heavy between the two of you as you just stand in each other's orbits, two comets about to pass in the vast galaxy. But then, he moves.
Erik's kiss is all encompassing, crushing his lips against yours. It takes you by surprise, but the second you realize what's happening you're quick to respond with an embarrassing amount of eagerness. You'll never admit it but you've dreamed of this moment before, imagined what his lips would taste like, the feeling of his beard against your cheek. It's better than even your wildest fantasies. He pulls you closer until you're flush against him, takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth when you moan in surprise at the feeling of his solid weight of his body pressed up against you.
"Please," he pants against your mouth between feverous kisses, "I want you." Three simple words are enough to lose all sense of purpose as you allow him to lead you down towards the ground of the altar.
It happens in a blur. At some point he starts to remove your clothes, and you begin undoing his belt, all the while you explore each other's skin with your mouths. Once you're fully naked before him Erik pulls back, drinking in the sight of you with hooded eyes.
"Remarkable," he breathes, before capturing your lips once more. He kisses your jaw, nibbles at the crook of your neck, guides you so that you're straddling his half-clothed body, his erection trapped beneath your weight. Even separated by his pants you can feel the heat of him, it sends a thrill down your spine. The want you feel is indescribable, and suddenly you feel oh-so empty inside.
"Let me taste you, my dear," his voice is honey in your ear, you're willing to give him whatever it is he wants as long as he stays this close forever. You don't even question it when instead of allowing you to lie on your back, Erik guides you by your hips up his body until you're hovering over his face. "Good girl," he says beneath you, "I can see how wet you are already."
"Are you sure about this?" You ask, more out of curiosity than worry. Of all positions possible, you hadn't expected the first on his list to be this.
"I have never been surer of anything in my life, darling." It's all the assurance you need to lower your cunt onto his face.
You feel the vibration of his moan against you as his tongue parts your folds, gasping at the long forgotten sensation of being touched like this by another person. His tongue is divine, skilled from the decades of experience he has on you, lapping at your cunt as if its fine dining. You can't help but cry out as you begin to grind down against his face, feeling the bristle of his beard against your inner thighs. The sensation doesn't bother you like you thought it would, instead it just adds to the stimulation.
"Erik!" Your gasp echoes through the temple as his tongue finds your clit, lavishing it with attention. Only a few minutes in and you're already close to the edge. His hands grasp at your hips, guiding your gyration in time with his mouth. How you wish you could see his face right now, watch as he worships you as if you are the goddess of this altar that the two of you are defiling.
All it takes to make you fall apart is a certain shift in your hips, grinding your clit against his nose as his tongue explores your entrance, and you're a goner. You can't help but squeeze your thighs together as you ride out your wave, whining as Erik forcefully holds your hips in place as he continues to fuck you with his tongue. It's one of the fastest orgasms of your life, and judging by the vigor of your partner, it is far from your last of the night.
One you reach the tail-end of your crescendo, you're quick to scramble off of him to give him a chance to breathe. A chance he barely takes because he's kissing you again as soon as he sits back up, lips and beard shiny with your desire. You can taste yourself on his mouth as he maneuvers your bodies so it's your turn to lie on your back with him bracing himself above you.
"I want you," you echo his words from earlier as your hands run down Erik's bare back and towards the waist of his pants, "please, Erik."
He pulls away slightly and you're worried he's come to his senses, realized that he shouldn't be doing this here, with you of all people. He's looking down at you with a frenzied, hungry gaze, like a predator who has finally hunted down their prey.
"Did…did I do something wrong?" You ask after a stretch of silence. He quickly shakes his head.
"No, not at all. There is something about you, about this place, that is making me feel things I have never felt before in all my years," his gaze flickers down to your lips, "it is…addictive. I cannot remember ever wanting someone in my life the way I want you right now."
If your confession earlier was the spark of this encounter, Erik's are the explosion that follows.
"Then take me." Your voice is barely above a whisper, but you have no doubt that he hears you. He removes his pants and boots in a flash before crawling back on top of you, spreading your legs with his calloused hands as if he were opening a treasure chest.
"Fuck," you hear him mutter, and it occurs to you that this is the first time you've ever heard him swear. It's enough to make you giggle. "What?"
"Nothing, I just– this is a bit surreal. I've wanted this for so long and now…" you trail off, feeling your face heat from embarrassment instead of lust. Erik leans down for a deep and dirty kiss, and you feel the tip of his cock begin to tease your entrance.
"Now it is time to make it worth the wait."
He pushes into you and your back arches almost instantly. He's so big, thick too, only a few inches in and already you're being stretched farther than ever before. Erik swears again in your ear. "So tight, my dear."
"It's– it's been a while."
"We start slow then," he reassures you, kissing your jaw, "I would hate for this to end sooner than either of us want because you are in pain." Inch by inch he sinks in further and further, waiting a few minutes before continuing on. The entire time he tells you how good you feel, how patient you are. "You're taking me so well, darling." His praise is driving you crazy.
"You can move now," your voice is close to a whine, "I promise you won't hurt me, please, Erik."
"Please what?" He knows exactly what he's doing, and he knows you're going to say it anyway.
"Please, fuck me."
"Of course, my dear."
Erik's first thrust nearly sends you over the edge again, despite it being one of caution. You can tell he's holding back by the way he sets his jaw, gritting his teeth like he's trying desperately to hold on to any semblance of control. You wrap your legs around his waist as he continues, each thrust getting faster and faster as you both begin to give into your primal desires.
"Erik," you moan, lolling your head to the side as you feel the tip of his cock beginning to kiss your cervix, shaft brushing against your g-spot already.
"Yes," he huffs in your ear, nibbling at your earlobe, "say my name, let the gods hear who is pleasing you like this." The hand not bracing his body over yours wanders up from your hips and over your torso towards your breasts. He cups your left breast, massaging it as he rolls your pebbled nipple between his fingers. It's heaven, being fucked like this, by Magneto of all people. How on Earth is he better than you imagined?
The temple is now filled with the filthy sounds of skin slapping against skin, the squelch of your desire, and the pants and moans of you and Erik. It should be disgraceful, committing such an act of sin in a place of worship, but all you can think about is how right it feels to take Erik's cock like this.
"I'm close," you warn him, feeling the familiar heat rising in your core.
"As am I," you can hear it in his voice, can feel him twitch against your contracting walls. "I do not want to pull out of you, I…shit– I want to fill you." Erik's hips stutter, and then stop. You watch as his eyes widen at his own words. They should frighten you the way they seem to frighten him.
Yet they don't.
"Tell me what else you want," you do your best to roll your hips up against him, urging him to continue. Luckily, he does.
"I want to see your belly grow round with my child, I want everyone to know that it was me that did that to do. I want to stay here in this temple and fuck you until I know for sure that you will leave pregnant." Erik's hips are moving at a blur now, and he's babbling up a storm.
"I want that too," you tell him, so close to your orgasm your head is beginning to buzz. "Make me cum, Erik, put a baby in me so we can let the whole world know how good of a lover you are."
With a final slam of his hips and his thumb against your clit you cum with a scream, Erik's own release not too far behind. You feel the rush of heat flood your cunt as he collapses against you, pinning you to the altar floor. The two of you lay there for who knows how long as you slowly come back to your senses.
"I'm sorry about that," Erik says after the sweat has dried on both your skin and he begins to pull out of you, "I don't know what came over me."
"It's okay, it was, uh, kind of hot, actually."
"Is that so?" He gives you a rare smile, furrowing his brow. "I will have to remember that for next time." Next time? "We should head back, the others are probably beginning to worry."
"Yeah, of course."
The two of you redress and make your way back through the winding tunnels towards the entrance to the temple, all the while Erik's cum trickles down your thighs.
It's hard for Hank McCoy to ignore the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as the hours stretch on with no sight of Magneto and their young teammate.
"En Sabah Nur," he greets the first mutant as the sun begins to set, "you never mentioned which god that temple is dedicated to."
"What makes you ask such a question?" En Sabah Nur raises a brow as he takes a sip of his flask.
"Curiosity, mostly. I have to admit, I've always loved Egyptian mythology, I wonder if I'll recognize the name."
"The temple is dedicated to the god Min." Hank's eyes widened. "I take it you know who he is?"
"The god of fertility?" En Sabah Nur nods.
"If I were you, Henry, I would hope my friends are unaffected by aphrodisiacs. Many people leave prickly lettuce throughout the temple as an offering. It is believed that any couple that goes in will leave expecting a child."
"Hey guys!" Your voice cuts through the dusk, and the two mutants turn to see you and Magneto approaching, both in various states of dishevelment. While Hank doesn't have Wolverine-level senses, he does have heightened ones, and the closer you get, the stronger you smell of sex.
"Oh dear," he mumbles to himself, "this cannot end well."