Disclaimer: I don't own X-Men: First Class. If I did, naughty things would happen. _

Summary: Now that they have affirmed their feelings, all Erik and Charles need to do is get to the hotel….a very tension filled taxi ride awaits. Slash. Male X Male pairing. Don't Like, Don't Read.

A/N: Ahhh this part was so much fun to write. I completely abuse Charles' power for my own dirty mind's enjoyment. If I were a telepath I would mess with people all the time! ;) I think Charles is a secret pervert, so Erik has to suffer a little muahaha! (that's my evil laugh) Hope you enjoy the second part!

Part 2: Hanging in the air

~Erik POV~

Watching Charles leave did nothing to help Erik's current situation. The man had literally left him aching to grab him again. He was surprised at what Charles' thought about the ties brought to his own mind. His whole life, starting after his time in the camp and under Shaw's watchful experiments, he had total control over himself and who he associated himself with. One false move or trusting the wrong person could lead to his downfall. He had killed people for less than what Charles had suggested they do together. Unlike all those other people though, Erik found that he trusted Charles. In the man, he found someone who had already accepted him for who and what he was. He may have only known the man a few hours, but the mutant had already seen into his darkest memories and saved his life. Erik, for whatever reason, was completely okay with Charles knowing and doing these things for him. With Charles, all his usual expectations for people flew out the window. Take this outing, for example, if anyone else had called him after the way he had found his clothes and suggested they go shopping together, Erik would have belittled them till they never thought of offering such a ridiculous idea again. Because it was Charles though, Erik left immediately and joined him to go shopping, something he hated. As with everything else with Charles, Erik reacted differently than he would have with anyone else.

Instead of picturing Charles tied to the bedposts of the, no-doubt, gigantic bed awaiting them in the presidential suite; it was Erik tied down by Charles, at his mercy. The fact that he responded so positively to the thought didn't even confuse Erik. Ever since whatever sexual chemistry had been acknowledged between them it had been Charles that was in control of the situation. What's more, Erik enjoyed it far more that way. Letting someone else take control for just a little while, someone who obviously thought he was worth it, was apparently a huge turn-on for Erik. He had no doubt that when he and Charles' similar goals were finished with they would most likely have to go against each other. Just from the way Charles talked about mutants on the boat showed him that they were two different people when it came to how they understood others. Even though Erik knew their future might include them going against each other, he also understood that if Erik were to let Charles have this control over him the man would never use what they had against him. He was a gentleman through and through. Courteous with everyone and treating others with respect even if they did not give it to him; Raven had told him the way the CIA officials had reacted when being told about mutants before they had been shown actual evidence. He also knew that if Erik changed his mind right now and told Charles as much, the man would accept what Erik wanted. He might try to convince him but he would never make Erik do something he didn't want, though he perhaps had the power to. (With that kind of power it would be so easy to end up like Shaw, thinking you were above the law.) Charles was an honorable man though, he was above such abuse of his power and respected the human mind far too much.

Thinking these thoughts helped Erik calm himself down enough to walk out of the dressing room and head towards the front of the building where Charles, arms laden with enough boxes to obscure his face to the much taller Erik, waited for him.

Glad that he wasn't the only one who had to suffer from this particular torture session/ shopping excursion, Erik took pity on the man and took the top three boxes off the shorter mutant. "Do you think you went over-board with the clothes a little there Charles?"

The man glared at him as he strutted away with the, apparently, lightest boxes in the load. 'I just want to make sure I like the clothes that I will be taking off of you later. And since I bought them I won't feel bad about tearing them off of you and ruining them.'

The perverted mind-reader seemed to like winding him up with words that no one else could hear and putting certain images in his head. On the outside though, Charles looked completely calm as if he and Erik were nothing but two old friends from school headed back to hang out.

"I took the liberty of having a cab brought to the front of the store to take us back to your hotel. I don't know about you but I certainly don't feel like carting all these clothes back on the long walk to your hotel." '..and I might not be able to wait and be forced to take you in some disgusting alleyway. We both know you are worth far more an appropriate setting than that.'

Charles was trying to torture him, Erik could sense that now. He was going to use his power to the point where Erik might just throw his pride away and beg to be taken in the alley, screw propriety. Glaring at the back of the man who had passed him out the door to help put the packages in the back of the cab, Erik joined him while hearing Charles tell the driver the address for the hotel and still looking entirely casual.

After finishing loading all the packages in the back, Erik hopped into the cab while thinking 'Cheeky mind-reader, I bet no one knows how perverted you really are.'

Giving the driver a smile and thanking him for his help loading their purchases, Charles responded in Erik's mind 'Only those worthy of knowing, Erik. A very small selection of people, I assure you.'

Erik snorted in his mind, responding 'You really are quite smooth Charles. I would never have thought this of you when we first met.'

He knew he had made a mistake when he felt Charles' entertainment, 'You mean when I had my arms around you in the water? Or how about when my hand accidentally grabbed your thigh while I was dragging you out of the water into the boat?'

He couldn't help his physical reaction to what Charles had just admitted to him. The shocked look he gave Charles caused the man to look at him as if he had no idea what Erik should be so shocked about since they had not been discussing anything out loud. "Something wrong Erik?"

Erik was anything but stupid and surviving on his own for so long had taught him to think on his feet. "I just remembered that I forgot to pick out pajamas from the store, old chum. Don't know how that slipped my mind."

The chuckle Charles emitted was his only warning for what new perverted thoughts he was about to be assaulted with. "No worries, my friend. I am positive your hotel has extra pairs for patrons who have forgotten theirs." 'I might have destroyed them myself anyway. A man as gorgeous as you should wear nothing but a sated smile while in bed with me. Though it might be fun to see how wound up I could make you while tied down and having the extra sensation of silk on your lower region to stimulate you.'

Erik didn't think he could hold out much longer. He was already having to think of the most sickening things in life he had encountered to keep his physical response to Charles' teasing from being too noticeable. The list was extensive, Europe wasn't exactly the cleanest of places, both morally and physically, and he was already running out of situations that had served this purpose in the past. Charles really would be the death of him.

~Charles POV~

Watching Erik try to handle the state I had brought him to with merely my words was as big a turn-on for myself as much as it apparently was for him. The man was showing a great trust in me by allowing my actions earlier and my continued actions to reaffirm that I would be the one in control when we finally made it to the hotel room. Erik was a prideful man and didn't trust easily. The fact that I was among the few, perhaps the only living person that could talk to Erik in a teasing way was completely complimentary. It filled Charles with a warmth in his chest and he vowed to make himself worthy of the trust Erik placed in him. Still, the man was too cute when Charles teased him mentally. He literally froze and a slight blush appeared every time Charles mentally said something Erik wasn't expecting. He wanted Erik to be consumed with thoughts of them together and how much he wanted him. By the time they made it up to Erik's room, Charles had no doubt Erik would be willing to do whatever Charles wanted to get relief with all the speech and imagery Charles had assaulted him with.

He noticed after his last mental teasing Erik had true trouble focusing on anything but the city streets out the car window. His thoughts were strange though, he seemed to repeatedly be thinking the word "granny" and "poodle" in Dutch for whatever reason. Knowing it had something to do with the way Charles had riled him up, the mind-reading mutant decided to let the man focus on what he needed to make it through the hotel. He wanted Erik in a trussed up mood but not enough to want to back out of their imminent liaison. After two tense minutes, the cab finally pulled to the front of the hotel building. Both men exited the cab and paid the doorman to load and bring the boxes of clothes to the hotel's Laundromat. Erik had refused in the store to truly wear the clothes until they had been pressed and washed.

The underlying sexual frustration they both now couldn't wait to take care of in the room seemed to come to a point while they waited for the concierge to exchange Erik's key and discuss Erik's needs while staying at the hotel. Charles had to hold himself back as they made their way to the elevator. The slow turn of the dial to the lobby floor seemed to match his pulse in his ears. Luckily when the doors opened, the elevator was empty. One of the good things about being up at 6:30 in the morning was that there were not that many people up and about. As soon as the doors were closed, Charles pinned Erik against the far wall and pulled his head down to kiss him. The kiss was hungry on the side of desperate as they let their hands roam each other and release the feelings that had been building from their car ride.

'Are you alright with this? With what will happen once we get in the room?'

The question was vaguer than he meant but he knew that Erik understood when he responded, 'Yes. I don't know why, but yes I am more than ok with it.'

Growling, knowing that Erik was completely consented in what he wanted to offer him, Charles started to attack the man's neck. Erik's only response was to move his head back to allow Charles better access. Charles had just discovered a particular sensitive spot behind his left ear when they heard the bell chime for the top floor. Separating reluctantly, the two made their way to the presidential suite. A quick mental scan let Charles know that he and Erik would be the only ones on the floor besides maids and bellboys, who were only as far up as the tenth floor at the moment. Erik had seemed to have trouble focusing on unlocking the door as Charles ran his hand down the taller man's chest. He gave an "Ah hah" when he finally got the door unlocked and proceeded inside.

Charles followed him and was shoved against the door as soon as he had cleared the opening. Erik immediately continued their kiss they had cut off at the end of their elevator ride. The battle for dominance was once again won by Charles and with it he started walking Erik backwards toward the bedroom.

Sliding the t-shirt up the Jewish man's torso with languid strokes till it was completely removed, Charles mentally suggested to Erik 'Open the doors. I don't want to stop kissing you.'

Erik only groaned in response and flicked his wrist to the side. The sliding doors immediately responded to Erik's seemingly trivial action. The way clear now Erik started working on Charles' own shirt, he had already thrown his jacket somewhere when Erik had him cornered at the door. Tortuously, Erik's fingernails lightly scraped his abdomen as he undid the buttons and it was driving Charles mad. Not being able to take much more, Charles shoved Erik onto the bed. Looking down at the panting man, Charles smirked and slowly retracted the item he had put in his pants pocket before Erik had come out of the dressing room. Erik's pupils were blown with lust when he caught sight of what Charles had in his hands and groaned.

Charles' smirk was still in place when he ordered Erik, "Loose the pants and get up by the head board." Erik's quick movement to comply just made Charles even more anxious to start whatever they were about to begin together. He didn't know who was panting harder as he made his way up to the top of the bed, Erik or himself.

TBC in Part Three of Shop Till You Drop: All Tied Up and No Where Else to Be