Chapter 3
"Hank? Erik? What the hell are you two doing in my room at this hour?" [Name] groans, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. That was some kind of dream.
Hank adjusts the glasses on his nose. "Well, [Name], it's ten in the morning, and some of the students heard you in your sleep," he attempts to explain gently, "I figured that Erik could help wake you while I worked on restoring the sound-proofing barrier that you shattered in your sleep - which is very impressive by the way."
Panic runs through [Name]'s body, her eyes widening with horror. "Th- The students heard me? What did they hear, exactly?" She sits up in the bed, trying to mask the embarrassment creeping up her spine.
"Moaning," answers Erik with a smirk, "loud moaning and some incoherent names. Some of the students have some theories on who you were calling out for, but I'm sure Charles would be happy to put those theories to rest - just for us."
A nervous sigh comes from Hank as he glares at Erik. "We couldn't wake you, so we had to ask Charles to intervene."
"Intervene? Oh, no," [Name] throws herself out of bed, disregarding the fact that she was only in a t-shirt and panties for the time-being. Before she has the chance to push by the two men at her beside to go hunt down Charles, he is leaning in her doorframe with the most amused smirk on his face. "Charles, how much of that did you see?" Her eyes are wide with horror, skin pale.
Charles steps off from the doorframe and makes his way to stand mere inches from [Name], still smirking. "Oh, I saw more than enough, love. More than I bargained for, really, but it was quite enlightening."
"Wait- bargained for? Charles, did you set this up?" Hank spits out, very offended at the idea that his friend would do something so callous.
"I enhanced the feelings that I felt in [Name]'s mind when we were talking last night about Raven," Charles explains, "I wanted to know the truth, and now I do: she would drop anything for me, wouldn't you, [Name]?" One of his hands finds her burning cheek, petting it affectionately with his thumb.
There's only shock in [Name]. She can't even begin to respond to the idea that Charles would invade her like that; he had always been so kind, and this wasn't at all like him.
Charles' smile is uncharacteristically evil in nature. "Tell them what you did in your dream, love," his voice comes out but a whisper, "do it for me."
"I invited you both to my room to fuck me as hard as possible," the words leave [Name] too easily but she cannot control herself.
Erik blinks in surprise at the revelation, stunned. Hank, however, seems increasingly uncomfortable with the situation, "Charles, you need to stop."
"Erik, you almost choked me to unconsciousness with the metal strands of my bedframe, and then you teased me with your cock," [Name] continues without missing a beat, "and Hank, you left these deep claw wounds in my shoulder that bled. I liked the mark you left behind. It made me feel claimed."
The hand on [Name]'s cheek falls to her waist, pulling her flush against Charles chest. "Tell them what happened next, love."
"Charles came in even though he wasn't invited, and he took me for himself, as he should."
Hank could not look more disturbed if he tried. "Charles, this isn't okay. You can't do this to her."
"What if you had someone to keep her in line while you're busy or away, old friend? I'm sure we could come to an agreement of sorts." Erik finally speaks, a small smirk on his own lips.