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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 Fourteen

When we reached Erik’s house for the second time that day, he led me to the sitting room.

“I’ll make tea now,” he announced. “And this time I intend to actually finish doing it. That’s why you stay here, where you can’t distract me. I’ll be back in a few minutes.” With these words he closed the door behind himself.

Maybe I should have felt offended because he didn’t want me in the kitchen, but I didn’t. After all, he was right: If I started asking him about his past, we’d never have tea, and I was rather thirsty. Besides, I liked his sitting room. It was comfortable and – most importantly – warm. A fire was crackling merrily in the fireplace. I walked over to it and sat down on the carpet right in front of the fireplace.

As I stretched out my arms in the direction of the flames, my fingers began to tingle pleasantly as I regained the feeling in them. Unceremoniously I kicked off my shoes and placed my feet at the edge of the fireplace, so that my toes would grow warm as well. And slowly they did. At once I felt revived. Even the hunger was returning to my stomach. I could only hope Erik hadn’t forgotten his promise to make something to eat as well.

“I do have other places to sit, you know,” a voice behind me remarked. “And as a matter of fact, I don’t think you belong on the floor… at least not now. But it’s nice to see that you’re feeling comfortable enough to take your shoes off. If you want to remove any other pieces of clothing, feel free to do so.”

The warmth seemed to have reached my cheeks by now, for they flushed.

“No, I’m fine,” I mumbled, turning around. “I was just a little cold…”

“It’s all right,” he assured me. “You can sir anywhere you want in this house. Recently, I’ve developed a liking for that carpet myself…” He gave a soft chuckle, placing a tray next to me on the floor and settling down beside it. I tried hard not to think about what we had done on this very carpet only a few days ago. I didn’t want to trigger a rather inappropriate physical reaction.

To distract myself, I looked at the tray curiously and couldn’t help licking my lips in anticipation. Apart from a teapot and two mugs made of expensive white china, a sugar bowl and a small jug containing milk, there were slices of bread with cold meat and cheese and two pieces of a delicious-looking chocolate cake. By now, my stomach was rumbling so loudly that even the people in the upper floors of the opera could probably hear it.

“May I?” I asked, gesturing at the food.

He nodded generously.

“Take whatever you want,” he replied. “You’ll still need your strength.”

I chose to ignore the undertone in his voice as well as the small smile on his lips. At the moment I was too hungry to think about what it could mean. I grabbed a slice of bread from the silver plate, and by the time Erik had filled our cups with tea, I was already reaching for another one.

It occurred to me that my sisters would have fainted if they had seen their little brother like this: sitting on the floor, wolfing down large chunks of bread without even using a plate. They’d have assumed that all the time they had spent teaching me good manners had been wasted. But then, they didn’t know how nice it was to sit here in comfortable silence, only a tray between Erik and me. Sometimes our fingers touched, and we smiled.

I couldn’t remember having ever had a better meal. Sure, the food was nothing special compared to what our cook created every day. Yet I preferred the company I had here. Erik was a hundred times better than my brother, who seized every chance to brag about the girls he had met and the things he had done with them, not sparing me any of the details. At least I could eat in peace here.

I lifted the cup to my lips and took a long gulp. Vaguely I recalled that Erik had poured a little bit of an amber liquid into the cup when he had filled it a second time. The tea ran down my throat and into my stomach, causing a faint burning sensation. It was just what I had needed. I slowly forgot that I had ever been cold.

“Enough,” he finally said, pushing the tray aside.

“But we haven’t had dessert yet,” I protested, looking at the cake longingly.

“We can have that later,” he decided. “At the moment, I’d rather have a different kind of dessert…” He eyed me in the same way I had eyed the cake seconds before, and I grew even warmer. It might have been the candle light, but his lips looked even more delicious than the cake.

He closed the space between us within the blink of an eye, cupped my cheeks, and in the next moment his lips were on mine. They tasted more delicious than anything else, like tea and spices and alcohol. It was a mixture that made me dizzy. Boldly I pushed my tongue into his mouth, and he responded at once.

The room started spinning slightly, so I simply closed my eyes, clinging to Erik. My hands were holding his shoulders in a firm grip, yet he didn’t seem to mind. His hands were more curious than mine, wandering over every inch of my body they could reach. I moaned into his mouth as his clever fingers found my manhood and began to knead it gently through my trousers.

His lips left mine, but I felt them brush my ear when he whispered:

“Do you want me to bring you to bed?”.

“Yes,” I replied breathlessly, opening my eyes. Cautiously I let go of his shoulders and tried to come to my feet, yet he would have none of it.

“I said I’d bring you to bed,” he told me in a low voice. “I never mentioned that you’d have to walk there.” Without waiting for a reaction he picked me up in his arms, as if I were completely weightless, and carried me out of the room.

The way to the bedroom was much too long for my taste. I began to place small kisses on his throat, just above the collar of his shirt. I could feel his skin break out in gooseflesh and was rather proud of myself. Yet when my tongue darted out and licked a trail to his Adam’s apple, he gave a growl.

“If I were you, I’d stop that,” he advised me. “Otherwise it is possible that I’ll let you fall to the floor and have my way with you, right here.”

The idea made my heart speed up further. Still I remained motionless for the rest of the way. This time, I wanted things to happen in bed.

The door to the bedroom stood slightly ajar, so that he could open it with a little kick of his foot. It was dark inside, but Erik, who didn’t seem to need any light, found his way to the bed without knocking over something or tripping over the carpet. He lowered me onto the soft woollen bedspread. His eyes were shining in the dark like two round pieces of amber. A moment later, he had climbed into bed as well and was gazing down at me.

“Such a beautiful boy,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust. “It’s a pity that you’re wearing so many clothes…”

“We can change that,” I whispered, straightening up.

A hectic fumble ensued as we tried to free each other from our clothes as quickly as possible. Once or twice I heard an ominous ripping sound, but I didn’t care. Every inch of bare skin was greeted enthusiastically with kisses and caresses. The fact that it was dark made it much easier for me to get undressed. Of course the admiring sounds Erik made were helping as well.

I was just pulling off a sock, my last remaining piece of clothing, when I was suddenly pressed into the mattress. Erik had pounced at me like a wild lion. He even growled like such an animal.

“I can’t wait any longer,” he whispered, kneeling over me. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve dreamed of having you under me like this?”

“Ever since this morning?” I replied, for that was the last time we had seen each other.

Yet he shook his head.

“It was much longer,” he answered his own question. “I just didn’t know it.” Then he leaned down to kiss me.

I was feeling more than warm. Even though there was no crackling fire in this room, it seemed to be much warmer than in the sitting room. It surely had to do with Erik, who was grinding his private parts against mine. My manhood was hard and throbbing with the desire to be touched. I moaned into his mouth when he continued moving against me.

I couldn’t stand it anymore. He was too far away from me. I pulled him on top of me and rolled over, so that we were lying side by side. Almost at the same moment we seized each other’s member and started moving our hands over it quickly, desperate to bring each other pleasure. I wanted nothing more than hear him moan and call out my name. His manhood felt so good in my hand, and his body felt so good pressed against mine. I hooked one leg over his hip to get even closer to him.

I was so focused on finding just the right way of touching him that I paid no attention to what he was doing with the rest of his body. Yet suddenly I became very aware of the position of his other hand. It had moved over my hip and down to my backside, and before I could understand what was going on, he had pushed his finger into my body. I grew as stiff as a board.

“Erik?” I whispered anxiously. “What are you doing there?”
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