#darlex

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Author: Willow Angel (willow0angel; Willow_Angel) Fandom: X-Men (Movieverse), X-Men: First Class (2011) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: N/A Category: M/M Relationships: Alex Summers/Armando Munoz, Alex Summers/Hank McCoy, Armando Munoz & Hank McCoy, Charles Xavier/Erik Lehnsherr Tags: post first class; Darwin Lives; No Beach Divorce; Polyamory; Polyamorous Relationships; Hank and Darwin love Alex so much; Alex loves Hank and Darwin so much; Hank and Darwin are cool; Hank and Darwin are best friends; Fluff; Tooth-Rotting Fluff; Sleeping Together; Sharing a Bed; Charles Xavier has a Ph.D in Adorable; Charles loves his children

Summary: Hank and Darwin watch their sleeping boyfriend, and Hank tells a story. (Title from "I Love To Watch You Sleep" by Union J)

Ao3 link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/9916661

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Hank watched Alex sleep. He watched as his boyfriend fell deeper and deeper into the slumber that made all of the creases in his brow fade, and how it made him look younger, untainted by war or worry. He brushed a few blond locks off Alex’s face, tucking them behind his ear.

“He’s beautiful when he sleeps, isn’t he?” he asked, and the man by Alex’s side chuckled. Hank’s gaze briefly moved to watch Darwin’s dark hand move up and run through Alex’s hair, before he went back to looking at their beautiful boyfriend.

“He’s beautiful all the time,” Darwin argued softly.

Hank nodded. “That he is,” he agreed. They watched Alex in silence for a while, and listened to his deep breaths. Alex’s head was sat comfortably in Hank’s lap, and Darwin lay on his side next to Alex, hoisted up on his elbow as he looked down at the blond. Darwin’s hand, now ran gently up and down Alex’s arm, and their legs were tangled together.

“To be honest, I didn’t think this was possible,” Darwin admitted. “I wanted him so much, but I could see that he loved you.”

“But he loves you, too,” Hanks reassured him. “And we figured it out, didn’t we?”

Darwin looked gratefully up at Hank, and Hank smiled at him. Over the course of this abnormal relationship they had all found themselves in, Darwin had quickly become one of Hank’s best friends. A best friend whom he shared a boyfriend with, yes, but that was okay. They’d both agreed to love and look after Alex, just like they knew that Alex would love and look after them. Hank may not love Darwin like he loved Alex, but somehow, they made it work.

“Y’know, Raven came up to me today,” Hank remembered suddenly. Darwin motioned for him to continue, so he did: “She came up to me while I was working in the lab. She walked up, leaned against the bench and said, ‘You know Alex is cheating on you, right?’”

Darwin immediately broke into a grin. “Really?”

Hank nodded. “It threw me for a second, I forgot that she didn’t know. She said, ‘Alex is cheating on you with Darwin’, and then I realised that she had no idea what she was talking about.”

Darwin laughed. “Raven likes you, y’know. Though, she’ll probably set her sights on Lehnsherr next.”

Hank rolled his eyes again. “Yeah, like that’ll end well, seeing as Erik is sleeping with the Professor.”

Darwin stared at him. “Really? Him and the Professor?”

Hank snorted. “As if it’s not obvious!”

“Shut up and keep talking, McCoy.”

Rolling his eyes again and fiddling with Alex’s hair, he continued his story. “I told her that Alex wasn’t cheating on anybody, and she sort of looked at me like I was crazy. She said, ‘Then explain why Alex was making out with Darwin!’ So I said, ‘Darwin is Alex’s boyfriend?’ and she was, like, dumbfounded.” He smirked at the memory. “She said, ‘So, he’s cheating on Darwin with you?’”

Darwin grinned again. “She really didn’t know?”

“No!” Hank replied. “So I said again that Alex wasn’t cheating on me or Darwin, and she just got really confused. So I said, ‘Darwin is Alex’s boyfriend. I am also Alex’s boyfriend. Alex isn’t cheating on anybody.’ And this was the point when I slowly saw it dawn on her. The look on her face was priceless.”

Chuckling, Darwin squeezed Alex’s hand. “I thought everyone knew already,” he said quietly. “Maybe she’s just slow on the uptake.”

“Maybe,” Hank agreed. “Maybe nobody told her.”

Suddenly, Hank felt a familiar wave of doubt and fear. That wave of No, this is wrong that he had felt when this first started. The feeling that this was going to end badly, that he never should have agreed to this in the first place.

But then he looked down at the sleeping boy in his lap, and all of it was washed away by the sheer amount of love he had for him.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, y’know,” Darwin said, as if he was reading Hank’s thoughts. “It’s just like being a mutant. There’s nothing wrong with us.”

Hank smiled at him. “Thanks, Darwin,” he said.

Darwin smirked at him. “No worries, Beast,” he replied, and Hank grinned fondly at the name Alex had given him.

Sighing contentedly, Hank carefully moved Alex’s head out of his lap and placed it on the pillow, and Hank lay next to Alex. Darwin smiled in agreement, and he bent down to get the cover and pulled it over them. Hank took off his glasses and set them on the table next to the bed, and then curled into his boyfriend’s side, hearing Darwin do the same.

Hank placed a gentle kiss on Alex’s neck in goodnight, and closed his eyes. He embraced the darkness that surrounded him, and the warmth radiating from Alex.

Everything would be alright in the end, as long as he had his boyfriend and his best friend by his side.

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Upstairs, Charles and Erik lay in bed together, Charles absentmindedly drawing random shapes and lines across Erik’s bare chest, and Erik running his fingers through Charles’s hair.

Charles cast his mind out to the others in the mansion to make sure everyone was alright. After a few seconds, he focussed on a surge of happiness, love and content coming from Alex’s room.

Charles smiled. It was over, and everyone was finding their own happiness. For some, they may need to leave and find their own way, but for others, happiness was right next to them, right in the home that they’d made for themselves in Westchester.

Charles moved in closer to Erik, closing his eyes and resting his head on his lover’s shoulder. Erik hummed, and Charles felt the vibration through his chest.

“Are you happy here?” he asked, and Erik briefly stopped his movements. Before Charles had time to worry, Erik had placed a soft kiss on the top of Charles’s head.

“The happiest I’ve been in a long time,” Erik replied, and Charles could feel the truth in Erik’s mind.

Charles smiled, and chastely kissed Erik’s neck.

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.

From a Clint/Natasha/Phil fic for MSG posted this week:

“Just so you know, I’ve been wanting to bring this up for forever, but someone-” He shot Natasha a narrow eyed glare, which she ignored. “-wanted to bring it up slowly or whatever. In case it scarred you or something.”

“Scarred me?” Phil repeated blankly. He looked between them for a moment, then sighed. “It’s always something with you two. What is it this time?”

From a Steve/Tony fic for MSG posted today:

Steve woke up feeling like there was a heavy weight pressing down on his chest. Eyes still closed, he tried to turn to jostly Tony off of him, but it didn’t help. He took a deep breath, planning to tell Tony to move, but instead started coughing.

He rolled to the side, still coughing and gasping, barely noticing that the weight didn’t retreat even after he was hanging over the edge of the bed. His heart was racing at the movement, making head head pound and his eyes water.

From an upcoming (I swear I'll finish it someday) Alex/Darwin fic:

Over the next week, Alex tried not to think too much about the taxi driver client. He knew it would just hurt him if he did, but he found himself remembering that night a few times when he was bored or lonely. It was kind of pathetic, but there wasn’t much in his life that wasn’t these days.

Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project — published, submitted, in progress, for your cat — whatever.

From an upcoming, untitled Alex/Darwin prostitution AU:

Alex was so caught up in thinking about Mark and his shimmery shorts that he almost didn’t realize that the taxi had stopped right in front of him until the passenger side window was rolling down.

“Hey,” called a voice from inside the taxi. “You working?”

The voice was warm and friendly, not really the kind of voice Alex was used to hearing, and when he leaned down to get a look at the driver, the man was smiling at him as well. Alex smirked back, hoping he didn’t look as nervous as he felt. Clients were usually rude and demanding from the start and this change was really throwing him off his game.

“Sure am,” he said, placing his hands on the roof of the car so he could lean down more and emphasize his muscles. “You looking for some company tonight?”

From Couples Retreat, a Sam/Steve fic posted this week:

“Yeah. According to her I go all puppy dog eyed whenever you’re around.”

“You do have some pretty impressive puppy dog eyes,” Sam teased, leaning forward to kiss Steve again. “I gotta say, they’re pretty irresistible.”

“Irresistible, huh?” Steve said, letting out a husky laugh.