Nana had been cleaning Xavier's study when she found it—a strange, ancient book tucked away in the back of his bookshelf, practically hidden. The cover was leather-bound and unmarked, but something about it called to her.
*Probably shouldn't open forbidden-looking books,* she thought. But curiosity won, as it always did.
She flipped it open to a random page, and suddenly the text began to glow—golden light spilling from the pages, swirling around the room in patterns that looked almost like constellations.
"What—"
The light coalesced into a form. A man. A very familiar man.
He looked exactly like Xavier—the same blonde hair, the same blue eyes, the same handsome features. But there were differences. He wore clothing she'd never seen Xavier in—a white and blue outfit that looked almost ceremonial, with gold accents. And his eyes held something different—a deeper sadness, an older weariness.
"Starlight," the man breathed, and suddenly he was crossing the room, cupping her face with gentle hands. "I've missed you so much. Across timelines, across universes, I've searched for you. And here you are. Beautiful. Real. Mine."
"I—who—" Nana was too shocked to form complete sentences.
"It's me. Lumiere. Another version of your Xavier. From another timeline. Another life where we loved each other desperately." His thumbs stroked her cheeks. "Do you remember? Deep down, do you remember me?"
And somehow—impossibly—she did. Flashes of memory that weren't hers but felt like they were. A different life. A different world. This man loving her, protecting her, cherishing her.
The bathroom door opened.
Xavier—*her* Xavier—emerged with a towel around his waist, his hair still damp from the shower. He stopped dead, his eyes going wide as he took in the scene.
Himself. Another version of himself. Touching his wife.
"What the fuck," Xavier said flatly.
Lumiere turned, his hands still on Nana's face. "Ah. You. The one who gets to have her in this timeline."
"Get your hands off my wife." Xavier's voice had gone dangerous.
"She was mine first. In another life. Another timeline. We loved each other deeply." Lumiere looked back at Nana. "You remember, don't you, starlight? The way I loved you. The way we were together."
And she did. Suddenly, she remembered everything—making love with Lumiere under starlight, his gentle touches, his soft words, the way he'd cherished her like she was the most precious thing in existence.
"I—" She looked between them, her face flushing. "I remember. But that was a different life. Xavier is my husband now."
"I'm not sharing." Xavier crossed the room in quick strides, pulling Nana away from Lumiere and into his arms possessively. "I don't care if you're another version of me. She's mine. My wife. Not yours."
"Interesting." Lumiere's smile was slight. "Possessive, aren't you? I was never quite that territorial. Though I understand the impulse. She's... irreplaceable."
"Then you understand why you need to leave."
"I can't. The book's magic will keep me here for one night. Dawn will send me back." Lumiere's eyes tracked to Nana, still held protectively in Xavier's arms. "One night with my starlight. That's all I ask. One night to remember what we had."
"Absolutely not."
"Xavier," Nana said softly, looking up at her husband. "I remember him. Us. What we were. It was beautiful."
"I don't care." Xavier's arms tightened around her. "You're mine now. Not his. Not anyone else's."
"You're the same person," she pointed out. "He's you. From another timeline."
"He's not me. I'm more possessive. More demanding. More—" Xavier cut himself off, his jaw tight.
"More yandere?" Lumiere supplied with amusement. "Yes, I can see that. This timeline's version is more intense. More desperate. I was gentler with her. Softer."
"Which is why she chose me." Xavier's eyes flashed.
"She didn't choose. The timelines chose for her." Lumiere stepped closer. "But we both love her. We both want her. We both need her. So perhaps... we could share. Just for tonight."
"I don't share."
"You're sharing with yourself. Surely that's acceptable?"
Xavier looked down at Nana, his expression conflicted. "What do you want? Tell me honestly."
She was quiet for a moment, processing the impossible situation. Then: "I remember loving him. But I love you. You're my husband. My Xavier. But he's... he's you too. Just different. And if it's only one night..."
"You want both of us." Xavier's voice had gone rough.
"I want you. And I remember wanting him. I don't know if that's the same thing."
"It's close enough." Lumiere moved behind her, his hands gentle on her shoulders. "Let us both love you tonight, starlight. Let us show you how the same soul can love you in different ways."
Xavier's eyes darkened. "If we do this, there are rules. I'm her husband. I have priority. I decide what happens."
"Possessive," Lumiere observed again. But he nodded. "Agreed. You lead. I'll follow. But I won't be denied my starlight entirely."
"Fine." Xavier pulled Nana flush against him. "But if she says stop, we stop. Both of us. Understood?"
"Of course. I would never force her. Neither of us would." Lumiere's hands traced down her arms. "So, starlight? Will you let both versions of the man you love worship you tonight?"
Nana looked between them—her possessive, demanding husband and the gentle, soft version from another timeline. "Yes. Just... be patient with me. This is overwhelming."
"We'll take care of you," Xavier promised, his voice rough with desire and possessiveness. "Both of us. In our own ways."
Xavier pulled her into a deep, claiming kiss—his tongue sweeping into her mouth with familiar dominance, possessive and demanding. At the same time, Lumiere's hands worked at her clothes from behind, removing them gently, reverently.
The contrast was immediate and intoxicating.
Xavier's kiss was demanding: *Mine. You're mine. Remember that even when he touches you.*
Lumiere's touches were worshipful: soft caresses, gentle kisses pressed to her shoulders, her neck, whispered words of how beautiful she was.
When she was bare between them, they both took a moment just to look.
"Perfect," Lumiere breathed.
"Mine," Xavier corrected possessively.
"For tonight, ours," Lumiere countered. "Share, remember?"
They arranged her on the bed—Xavier claiming her mouth with another deep kiss while Lumiere settled between her legs.
"Pay attention to me," Xavier demanded against her lips. "Not him. Even when he's touching you, you look at me. Understand?"
"Xavier—" She gasped as Lumiere's mouth found her center, his tongue working with gentle, practiced skill.
"Eyes on me." Xavier's hand gripped her chin, forcing her gaze to his. "He can make you feel good, but you belong to me. Say it."
"I belong to you," she whimpered as Lumiere's tongue did something particularly perfect.
"That's right." Xavier kissed her again, deep and possessive, swallowing her moans as Lumiere pleasured her with soft dedication.
The dual sensations were overwhelming—Xavier's demanding kisses and Lumiere's gentle worship creating a contrast that drove her wild.
"She tastes like starlight," Lumiere murmured between her legs. "Like memory and magic."
"She tastes like mine," Xavier corrected. Then, to Nana: "Open your mouth. Take me in."
He positioned himself, and she obediently wrapped her lips around him while Lumiere continued his work between her legs. The position was incredibly vulnerable—pleasuring Xavier with her mouth while Lumiere pleasured her.
But Xavier was possessive even like this.
"Look at me while you suck my cock. Show me you're mine even with another version of me touching you."
She did, maintaining eye contact as she took him deeper, and his expression was pure possessive satisfaction.
"That's my girl. So good for me. So—fuck—perfect."
Lumiere chose that moment to slide fingers inside her along with his tongue, and she moaned around Xavier, the vibration making him curse.
"Don't you dare come for him before you come for me," Xavier demanded. "I'm your husband. I get you first."
But Lumiere was skilled, gentle, relentless. "Let her have pleasure, brother. We're both here for her satisfaction."
"She's *my* wife."
"And she was my starlight. Let her enjoy this."
The competitive edge between them was clear—both versions of the same man trying to prove something, to claim her, to be the one she responded to most.
Xavier pulled out of her mouth suddenly. "Enough. My turn. Lumiere, switch with me."
They changed positions—Xavier settling between her legs now while Lumiere moved to her head, his touch gentle as he stroked her hair.
"Hello again, starlight," Lumiere said softly. "I've missed you so much. Can I kiss you? Properly?"
She nodded, and his kiss was completely different from Xavier's—soft, romantic, full of longing and remembered love. While Xavier's tongue worked between her legs with demanding precision.
"She's soaked," Xavier observed roughly. "Our girl is enjoying having both of us, isn't she?"
"Don't call her 'our girl,'" Lumiere corrected gently. "She's your wife. I'm just a visitor. A memory."
"Damn right." Xavier's fingers joined his tongue, and Nana's back arched. "But for tonight, we share. So make yourself useful. Touch her. Make her feel good."
Lumiere's hands found her breasts, touching with gentle reverence that contrasted perfectly with Xavier's demanding oral attention. Between the two of them, she didn't last long—coming with a cry into Lumiere's soft kiss while Xavier worked her through it with possessive satisfaction.
"Beautiful," Lumiere breathed.
"Mine," Xavier corrected. "Now—" He positioned himself at her entrance. "—time to remind her who her husband is."
He entered her in one smooth thrust, both of them groaning at the familiar sensation. But Lumiere was there too, his hands still gentle, his mouth finding her neck and shoulders, kissing and worshiping.
"Ride me," Xavier demanded, pulling her up to straddle him. "Show Lumiere how well you ride your husband's cock."
She did, finding her rhythm while Lumiere positioned himself behind her, his hands on her waist helping guide her movements.
"That's it, starlight," Lumiere encouraged softly. "You look beautiful like this. So perfect."
"She's perfect on my cock," Xavier corrected possessively. "Taking me so well. My perfect wife."
Lumiere's mouth found her shoulders, kissing and biting gently—marking her in his own way while she rode Xavier. The dual attention was intoxicating.
"I want to kiss you while he fills you," Lumiere murmured. "May I?"
She nodded, and Lumiere's kiss was soft and romantic even as Xavier thrust up hard into her, demanding and possessive.
"Pay attention to me," Xavier demanded, even though she was literally riding him. "Not him."
"But I'm right here," Lumiere pointed out gently. "She can pay attention to both of us."
"No. She's mine. Even when you're here, she's mine."
To prove his point, Xavier thrust particularly hard, making her cry out into Lumiere's kiss.
"Possessive," Lumiere observed with amusement. "But I understand. If she were mine in this timeline, I'd be the same. Perhaps worse."
"Impossible. No one could be more possessive than me."
"Want to test that theory?"
Their competitive nature shifted the energy. Suddenly Lumiere's touches became more purposeful, more claiming, while still maintaining his gentle approach.
"I want to be inside her too," Lumiere said. "One last time. Before I return to my timeline."
"Absolutely not. She's full. Of me."
"There's... another way." Lumiere's hand traced down her spine to rest at her lower back. "If she's willing. If you're willing to share that completely."
Nana understood what he was suggesting, and her eyes went wide. "Both of you? At the same time?"
"If you want," Lumiere said gently. "I would never force—"
"She's not doing that. It'll hurt her. She's too small." Xavier was immediately protective.
"I'll be gentle. Careful. We'll prepare her properly."
Xavier looked at Nana, his expression torn between possessiveness and genuine concern. "Do you want that? Both of us?"
She considered. It seemed impossible. But also... the idea of having both versions of the man she loved, completely connected...
"Yes. I want to try. If you'll both be careful."
"We'll be so careful," Lumiere promised. "I'll prepare you thoroughly."
What followed was extensive, patient preparation. Lumiere's gentle fingers working her carefully while Xavier held her, whispering reassurances, his possessiveness warring with his desire to give her what she wanted.
Finally—finally—they positioned her between them. Xavier entered her first, from the front, and she was already full. But Lumiere was patient, gentle, working himself in slowly with extensive care.
The stretch was intense. Nearly too much. But not quite.
When they were both fully seated inside her, all three of them were still, breathing hard, processing the overwhelming sensation.
"Fuck," Xavier groaned. "I can feel him. Feel you around both of us. So tight. So perfect. My wife."
"Our starlight," Lumiere breathed. "So beautiful. So brave. Taking both of us. Perfect."
They began to move, finding a rhythm that worked—one thrust in while the other pulled out, then switching. The dual sensation was absolutely overwhelming.
"Look at me," Xavier demanded, even now. "While we're both fucking you, you look at me. I'm your husband. Remember that."
"I remember," she gasped. "Xavier—it's so much—both of you—"
"You can take it. You're taking it so perfectly." His hands gripped her hips possessively. "My wife. Mine. Even sharing you with myself, you're still mine."
Lumiere's hands were gentler, one cupping her breast, one stroking her hair. "So beautiful. I'll remember this. Every version of me across every timeline will feel this echo. Our starlight, perfect and ours."
Their groans mixed together—the same voice in stereo, one rough and possessive, one soft and romantic. Their dirty talk overlapped:
Xavier: "Taking both our cocks like you were made for it. So perfect. My perfect wife."
Lumiere: "Beautiful starlight. Shining so bright. Connecting us across timelines. So loved."
Xavier: "Clench around us. Show us how good we make you feel. That's it. Fuck, so tight."
Lumiere: "Breathe, love. You're doing so well. So perfect. Taking all of us. All of our love."
The competing dominance and gentleness drove her wild. The dual sensations, the dual voices, the impossibility of having both versions of the man she loved at once—
She came with a scream, her body clenching around both of them, and the sensation sent them both over the edge simultaneously. Dual groans, dual heat, completely overwhelming as they filled her together.
They stayed locked like that for a long moment, all three breathing hard, processing what just happened.
Carefully, gently, they separated. Lumiere withdrew first, then Xavier, both of them immediately checking on her.
"Are you okay?" Xavier asked, possessive concern clear in his voice.
"Did we hurt you?" Lumiere's hands were soft on her face.
"I'm okay. That was... intense. Overwhelming. But incredible." She looked between them, these two versions of the same soul. "Thank you. Both of you."
They arranged themselves on the bed—Xavier pulling her against his chest possessively while Lumiere settled on her other side, his hand gentle in her hair.
"Mine," Xavier murmured, even now. "My wife. Even after all that, mine."
"Yes," Lumiere agreed softly. "Yours. In this timeline, she chose you. Married you. Loves you. I'm just a memory. A dream. A what-if."
"You're more than that," Nana said softly. "You're loved too. Across timelines. I remember now. I loved you deeply."
"Past tense," Lumiere noted with a sad smile. "As it should be. Your present is with him. Your future is with him. I'm just... an echo. A ghost. Here for one night."
"One night we'll all remember," Xavier said grudgingly. "Even if I hated sharing you."
"Possessive to the end," Lumiere laughed softly. "But I understand. If our positions were reversed, I'd be the same. She brings that out in us. The need to claim. To possess. To keep."
They fell into comfortable silence, Nana safe between both versions of her love, thoroughly satisfied and completely cherished.
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As dawn approached, Lumiere began to fade—literally, his form becoming more translucent.
"Time's up," he said softly. "The magic only lasts one night."
"You're leaving," Nana whispered, sadness in her voice despite everything.
"I have to. I belong to another timeline. Another world." He cupped her face one last time. "But I'll remember this. Remember you. Remember that across every universe, every timeline, I find you. Love you. Cherish you."
"I'll remember too," she promised.
He looked at Xavier. "Take care of her. Love her. Keep her safe."
"I will. I do. Always." Xavier's possessive edge had softened slightly. "And... thank you. For loving her in your timeline. For making her happy there like I make her happy here."
Lumiere smiled. "We're the same soul, after all. Of course we both chose her. How could we not?"
He leaned down, pressing one final soft kiss to Nana's lips. "Goodbye, starlight. Until another lifetime."
Then he was gone, fading into golden light that swirled once around the room before disappearing into the book.
Nana and Xavier were alone again.
"Well," Xavier said after a moment. "That happened."
"That happened," Nana agreed.
"We're never opening mysterious books again."
"Agreed."
"And we're never speaking of this to anyone."
"Definitely agreed."
Xavier pulled her closer, his possessiveness returning in full force. "You're mine. Just mine now. No more timeline visitors. No more sharing. Just us."
"Just us," she confirmed. "Though... it was kind of incredible. Having both of you."
"Don't remind me. I'm still processing that I had a threesome with myself." But he was smiling slightly. "Though I have to admit... seeing you that satisfied... that thoroughly loved... it was worth the possessive agony."
"You were very possessive."
"He was touching what's mine. What did you expect?"
"He was you!"
"An inferior version of me. Too soft. Too gentle."
"He was sweet."
"I'm sweet!"
"You're possessive and demanding and slightly yandere."
"But you love it."
"I do," she admitted. "I love you. This version. My husband. My Xavier."
"Good. Because you're stuck with me. No more timeline jumping. No more mysterious visitors. Just us."
"Just us," she agreed.
But both of them would remember—the night when two versions of the same soul loved one woman with different approaches but the same devotion.
The possessive husband and the gentle memory.
Both loving her completely.
Both cherishing her differently.
Both proving that across every timeline, every universe, every possible world—
Xavier would always find Nana.
Would always love her.
Would always be hers.
Just as she would always be his.
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