Dress Me Up and Dress Me Down || X-Men First Class || Charles/Erik
“All I’m saying,” Erik repeats, staring at the costume laying across his bed, “all I’m saying is that no one should ever be forced to wear yellow spandex. It’s cruel. It’s wrong. It looks terrible.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself, my friend. I’m sure you’ll look as ravishing as ever. It’ll bring out your - ” Charles paused for a moment, surveying the near total lack of color on Erik’s person “ - cheekbones.”
“I don’t mean that it looks terrible on me. It looks terrible period. Terrible on everyone. Me. You. Hank. Possibly not Raven, but only because she can shift it to something less yellow.” Sheer loathing dripped from that last word. It was the kind of tone that Erik usually reserved for Shaw or Nazis or people who woke him up at two am because they wanted to play chess.
Charles put on his best pouting face. Erik was weak to his pouts, even if Charles would never get him to admit it. “Do you mean that you don’t think I look handsome in skintight spandex? Is this a dig at my workout regime? We can’t all be made of muscles and bits of bone and string, Erik. Besides” he continued cheerfully, before Erik had a chance to do more than splutter a bit in indignation, “I saw your suggestion. Capes? Really, darling?”
“Capes are traditional. Capes are practical. Capes have gravitas and power. People respect capes. So long as they aren’t yellow.”
“Mhhm. So we should all being wearing capes and…red and purple, I believe?”
“Blood and power. Show Shaw we mean business.”
“Erik my dear, don’t take this the wrong way, but I wouldn’t let you dress me if you were the last owner of clothing is the world and nudity the only other option. Which remind me, that’s another possible solution to your problem.” Charles beamed up at Erik. “Show up naked. I’m sure Shaw will be aptly intimidated by your…blood and power then.”
“I want you to know that I hate you. And someday I swear we’ll have capes.”
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“All I’m saying,” Erik repeats, staring at the costume laying across his bed, “all I’m saying is that no one should ever be forced to wear yellow spandex. It’s cruel. It’s wrong. It looks terrible.”
“Don’t be so hard on yourself, my friend. I’m sure you’ll look as ravishing as ever. It’ll bring out your - ” Charles paused for a moment, surveying the near total lack of color on Erik’s person “ - cheekbones.”
“I don’t mean that it looks terrible on me. It looks terrible period. Terrible on everyone. Me. You. Hank. Possibly not Raven, but only because she can shift it to something less yellow.” Sheer loathing dripped from that last word. It was the kind of tone that Erik usually reserved for Shaw or Nazis or people who woke him up at two am because they wanted to play chess.
Charles put on his best pouting face. Erik was weak to his pouts, even if Charles would never get him to admit it. “Do you mean that you don’t think I look handsome in skintight spandex? Is this a dig at my workout regime? We can’t all be made of muscles and bits of bone and string, Erik. Besides” he continued cheerfully, before Erik had a chance to do more than splutter a bit in indignation, “I saw your suggestion. Capes? Really, darling?”
“Capes are traditional. Capes are practical. Capes have gravitas and power. People respect capes. So long as they aren’t yellow.”
“Mhhm. So we should all being wearing capes and…red and purple, I believe?”
“Blood and power. Show Shaw we mean business.”
“Erik my dear, don’t take this the wrong way, but I wouldn’t let you dress me if you were the last owner of clothing is the world and nudity the only other option. Which remind me, that’s another possible solution to your problem.” Charles beamed up at Erik. “Show up naked. I’m sure Shaw will be aptly intimidated by your…blood and power then.”
“I want you to know that I hate you. And someday I swear we’ll have capes.”
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