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Emptiness	By : Josephine1881 Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Slash Views: 8257 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Ten

It was a strange feeling to know that he knew what I was about to do. I saw the expectant sparkle in his eyes. Of course I could have extinguished the light in the lantern, but that wouldn’t have made my task any easier. Besides, I wanted to see what I was doing. It reduced the risk of hurting him, which still was a fear almost as big as that of making a fool of myself.

It occurred to me that I couldn’t just pull down his trousers and start pleasuring him. Even with the knowledge that eventually I’d be doing it, I wanted things to proceed slowly, naturally. So I began to kiss him. It was a nice kiss, but I soon realised something was wrong: Our bodies weren’t touching, because he was leaning against the wall and I was standing on the other side of the cloak he had spread out on the floor.

“Can I… step onto it?” I asked hesitantly.

“Of course,” he replied readily. Seeing me make the first, very cautious step he exclaimed: “Oh, just do it!”. He grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me onto the cloak so quickly that I had no time to worry about whether he’d kill me if I got it dirty. I was too busy gasping in surprise as he pressed his lips against mine. He took advantage of it by slipping his tongue into my mouth.

I simply let myself go. Slowly my manhood awakened again, pressing against his thigh. I moved a little to the side, and my member met his. To my delight it was growing hard as well. So my initial hesitation hadn’t decreased his arousal completely. I was very glad about it.

Yet after a few moments I noticed I wasn’t in charge of the situation. And that was what I wanted… wasn’t it? If I didn’t take the lead now, I’d certainly not dare do it later. So I ended the kiss abruptly. He threw me a questioning glance, but seemed content when my lips moved down his neck, placing kisses on the slightly rough skin. Maybe he should put a bit more effort into shaving.

From his neck it was only a short way to the base of his throat. I teased the sensitive hollow I found there with my teeth, earning a soft moan. His reaction encouraged me to go on. I brought my hands to the top buttons of his shirt and started undoing them, letting my lips follow my fingers. I didn’t take off the shirt completely, afraid it might be too cold for him in the corridor. I had to be content with opening it enough to work on his nipple; fortunately he didn’t wear an undershirt. I nibbled them gently, one after the other. They were such cute little buds that I almost forgot they weren’t my actual target.

It was only when I felt his manhood poke me that I remembered what I had promised him to do. I kneeled down on the cloak, noticing that my head was in exactly the right height now: directly in front of his crotch. With sweaty fingers I opened his trousers and pulled them down slowly… very slowly… too slowly, at least for his taste.

“Raoul,” he growled. “I don’t like to be kept waiting. So go on.” It almost sounded like an order… almost, for I hadn’t failed to hear the slight trembling in his voice that gave away how eager he was.

Perhaps I would have teased him longer, but I was too keen on doing it. In those moments when I left his trousers somewhere at his knees and stared at the very prominent bulge in his underwear all my doubts were forgotten. I’d simply do it now and worry about it later.

I held my breath as I let his underwear join his trousers and got my first view of his member at such a short distance. I touched it softly with my finger, and it twitched impatiently. Growing more courageous I wrapped my hand around the base of it to hold it in place and gave the tip a first tentative kiss.

A strangled cry escaped Erik’s lips, and I knew I had to go on now. And that was what I did. I was licking and sucking and touching, and everything felt completely natural. Not once did I have the impression that I needed the manuscript. I even forgot it existed, just like I forgot the mirror we had come through, the corridor and the stone floor. All that mattered was pleasuring him as well as I could.

My reward was huge. It consisted of moans, gasps and sharp intakes of breath, mixed with an occasional word of praise. At least I assumed the sounds that spilled from his lips were words of praise. They didn’t belong to any language I had ever heard. Still I quickly learned they showed me I had done something right. I grew very sensitive, interpreting each of his reactions and trying to adapt. It wasn’t an easy task, but I loved every moment of it. It was so good that I even forgot my own arousal.

Just like myself, he didn’t last very long. Despite the state he was in, he had enough presence of mind to push me backwards before he came. I landed hard on my back, yet my yelp of pain was drowned by his loud moan of pleasure. Looking up at him I saw his face – or at least half of it – contorted with pure bliss. It was… beautiful. There was no other word to describe it.

I watched his face, the full lips forming sounds of pleasure, the eyes squeezed shut, till he was finished. His whole body was shaking. He barely managed to tuck himself away and pull up his underwear and trousers before he slid down the wall, collapsing in a heap on the floor. At once I was at his side, carefully avoiding the puddle of his seed. I wrapped my arms around him, cradling his head against my chest. He didn’t protest against my treatment of him, which was rather surprising. But then, he was probably simply too weak at the moment.

After one or two minutes he seemed to have regained the strength to lift his head and look at me.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

“You’re welcome,” I gave back. “Did you… like it?”

Oh yes, he was definitely feeling stronger. The smirk that appeared on his face spoke a very clear language.

“Do you really think all that could have been just a show?” he asked me.

“Maybe you were just being friendly…” I muttered. A moment later I remembered who I was talking to and couldn’t help smiling. “Oh… I guess you don’t often do things just for the sake of being friendly.”

“Very rarely,” he agreed. “Besides, what would be the point in lying about such a thing? This was probably not the last time you’ve done this for me, and I expect the next time to be just as fantastic. If it had been terrible, I’d have told you right away.”

“Good to know,” I commented dryly. I wasn’t sure whether I liked the idea of him telling me exactly what he thought of my qualities as a lover. He had the annoying habit of being very honest.

“I liked it,” he assured me again, straightening up, so that we were sitting side by side. “What about you? Did you enjoy doing it?” The trace of concern in his voice made me feel all warm inside. I nodded.

“I liked doing it for you,” I stressed. “But it was also a good feeling for me. You understand that, don’t you? After all, you’ve done it as well…”

Boldly I tried to meet his eye, only to find that his gaze had wandered lower… much lower. I blushed instantly.

“You can’t see my… erm, excitement anymore,” I explained hastily. “I tried to… touch myself at the same time as… well, doing you, but it didn’t work. So I focused on you and ignored myself. And now it’s… gone.” My cheeks grew ever redder. I wasn’t used to talking about my arousal.

“Do you want me to make it come back?” he asked with a slight grin. It was a tempting offer, at least until I noticed he was still trembling from the intensity of his release.

“Maybe later,” I replied. “At the moment I’m feeling quite comfortable the way I am.”

“Oh,” he made. “And I was just about to ask you whether you’d like to come down to my home. But if you enjoy being in this corridor so much that you prefer staying here…”

“No, no,” I said quickly. “I’d like to come. But are you sure you can walk all the way yet? You look a little weak.”

“I’m fine,” he assured me shortly. He came to his feet, as if to underline his words. He staggered slightly, but I didn’t dare argue a second time. I merely stood up as well and picked up his cloak, while he buttoned his shirt.

“Thank you for letting me use it,” I said. His only reaction was snatching the piece of clothing out of my hands and wrapping it around his thin body. Then he seized the lantern and started walking down the corridor without a single word.

I followed him, completely intimidated by his sudden coldness. Just a few minutes ago we had sat there, content with each other and the situation, and now he was marching away so quickly that I almost had to run to catch up with him. What on earth had I done wrong? Perhaps he was angry because I had rejected his offer to pleasure me. But he had still been friendly afterwards. It could also be something entirely different. With him I could never tell.

If only he had talked to me! Yes, I still feared his sarcastic remarks, but even they were better than the silence enveloping me like an icy cloud of unfriendliness. My fingers were trembling, so I stuffed my hands into the pockets of my jacket, angry with myself. I didn’t want him to see how much his behaviour hurt me. But then, he didn’t turn around anyway. I wondered why I was following him at all. It was probably just the vague hope that things would miraculously become right again.

It all happened too quickly for me to comprehend: In one moment I was still walking a few steps behind Erik, and in the next moment I tripped over something lying on the ground, invisible in the semi-darkness. I stumbled sideways, towards the wall. Yet a split-second before my head collided with the rough stones Erik was there. Erik, who caught me in his arms. Erik, who brought me to my feet again and asked:

“Are you all right?”.

“Yes,” I muttered, letting my fingers wander over the stones. Some of them had razor-sharp edges. It was only then that I understood how lucky I had been. If my head had come into contact with them, I could have started looking for something to wipe the blood away with. If I had still been conscious, that was… “Thank you,” I added after a moment.

“Never mind,” he said. His voice sounded a little friendlier. “You have to be more careful down here.”

“I would have been more careful,” I defended myself. “I was just thinking about… Why have you been so cold towards me before?” I blurted out.

“You said I was too weak for walking,” he replied, as if everything were clear now.

“So?” I asked blankly. I couldn’t draw the connection between a simple remark and his unfriendliness.

“It was not just that,” he explained with a little sigh. “It was the way in which you treated me all the time that bothered me. You were much too nice and even concerned about my well-being. I’m not used to that…” His voice trailed off as he glanced at me, searching for signs of understanding in my face.

Comprehension sank in slowly. In his long life, people had probably never treated Erik with anything but disgust and hatred, so he didn’t know how to deal with other feelings. Yet that was something I intended to change. I was filled with the urge to shower him with affection.

“Am I the first person to be friendly to you?” I wanted to know, even though I was aware there had been at least one other. I just wanted to make him start talking.

He shook his head.

“Not the first one, but one of the few and the only one at the moment,” he corrected me, making a wave of pride well up inside me.

“Will you tell me about the others? About all others, I mean? About your life?” I asked.

“Maybe,” he replied. “Maybe soon.”

As we continued our way, our hands found each other.
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