Disclaimer: I do not own X-men: First Class, or any of the characters associated with it. They belong to Marvel and Stan Lee.

Warnings: Slash. Rated M. Charles/Erik

A/N: Second chapter, sorry about it being so short, but these aren't meant to be very long. Also, I just wanted to thank everyone who reviewed thus far, and the wonderful feedback that I've gotten so far on this story. I hope that you all enjoy chapter 2.


Erik slammed Charles up against a brick wall in an alleyway, behind a booming club in full swing that they had been at. The telepath gasped at the harsh treatment and the minor pain of the brick hitting his sensitive back. The metal bender was glaring furiously at him.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Erik snarled out, using his brute strength to grip the Englishman's shoulder in a bruising hold.

"No. I was merely assisting-"

"Merely assisting?" The taller man shouted incredulously. "You almost got your head blown off!"

"I would not have allowed him to proceed that far," Charles answered back calmly, his bright blue eyes gazing into angry green ones.

"Why you naïve, stubborn, idiotic-he had a gun! In case you've forgotten!"

"And in case you've forgotten, Erik, I am a mutant also, and I would not have allowed him to go that far!" Charles growled, reacting to the name calling. He didn't appreciate his friend calling him an idiot, nor insinuating he was naïve.

He was only trying to help a woman who'd left the club at the wrong time, where a man in a black hood had grabbed her and tried to make off with her. Charles had been standing a little ways out of the alley, for some fresh air, when he heard the woman shouting, before being slapped hard and had fallen to the ground. The telepath had jumped into action and come to the woman's rescue, and everything had been going fine until the man had pulled a gun on the both of them. That was when Erik had showed up from seemingly nowhere, and proceeded to manipulate the gun and beat the man over the head with the object. The bouncer of the club next door had been called over, as well as the police, and the woman and hooded man had been taken to the police station.

Then, Erik had led into him. All angry, snarling, and glaring. Charles was becoming rather annoyed. He knew that his friend was only upset for not protecting him from the bruise he'd acquired when he'd been hit with the man's fist on the side of his arm. But, his over protectiveness was beginning to grate on even the telepath's patience.

"You should have left it alone," Erik responded to his mutant claim. The telepath gaped. There were still very much in a compromising position, and had it been a different situation, Charles would have relished in the rare physical contact the metal bender showed him, perhaps even taken it a step further, fuelled by the sexual tension that always seemed to be lurking when it concerned them.

"If you think that I could have walked away from that situation, Erik, you don't know me at all," Charles declared, his blue eyes blazing.

"You should have let me deal with it," the metal bender claimed, almost shouting again, still just as angry. "What were you going to do afterwards, console the lady and hope that she came home with you?"

It was that sentence that had Erik mentally wincing. He had not meant to say that.

The telepath's eyes widened, before narrowing in a piercing glare that had Erik continuously shouting "fuckfuckfuck" in his mind, had Charles been listening in.

"So I'm some kind of desperate loony now, am I? On the hunt for beautiful ladies to save and thusly end up fucking them for my heroics?" Charles snarled out his sentence, struggling against the taller of the two. Erik looked completely shocked. He'd never experienced this side of his friend before.

"I didn't mean-"

"Let me go, now!" Charles said coldly.

The intensity of the telepath's blue eyes and his tone made Erik release his hold on the shorter man. There was a tense silence that had them both on edge, Erik especially, and then Charles turned on his heel towards the club.

"Get your coat, we're heading back to the hotel," Charles ordered over his shoulder. Erik was too stunned to say anything, except curse his stupid mouth and the copious amounts of alcohol they'd ingested that night for his fuck up.

He'd done it again!

If Erik was the type of man to do so, he would have ripped his hair out in frustration.


A/N: Hahha, don't hate Erik, he's just confused, drunk, and overprotective. Things will get better. Take the time to review please, I might just update faster ;)

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