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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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Author's note: This chapter has epic proportions, so just be patient. Always bear in mind that Erik has waited for this to happen much longer than you have. ;-)

Chapter Twenty-Six

For a moment, Erik and I stared at each other without speaking. My words still seemed to hang in the air between us.

Make love to me… Please…

I couldn’t believe I had said it, just like that, and yet I didn’t regret it. It was as if the words had been spoken by my very soul, uttering my innermost wish. I wanted it to happen with every fibre of my being.

Erik cleared his throat.

“Are you sure?” he asked, sounding slightly hoarse. “Do you know what it means?”

I gave him a smile that just happened to resemble a smirk.

“Yes, I think I know what it means,” I replied in a deadly serious voice. “You’ve told me yourself, and I also saw Pierre and Jean-Paul do it. Yes, it’s safe to assume I know the theory of how two men make love. But thank you for asking.”

Erik did not smile.

“That’s not what I was talking about,” he pointed out unnecessarily. “Of course you know how men make love. I wasn’t questioning your theoretical knowledge, especially since it was me who gave it to you in the first place. I just want to make sure that you know what it means for us. Once you’ve… well, once you’ve given yourself to me, I’ll regard you as mine. And if you were to leave me then, I’d… I’d…”

His voice faltered, and he threw me a very strange glance. I wasn’t sure whether he was trying to threaten me or plead with me.

“I won’t leave you,” I assured him softly. “I love you, Erik, and that won’t change if we make love.”

“What if you won’t like it?” he argued. “What if I’ll hurt you? What if I’ll do it all wrong?”

I had rarely seen him so full of worries. It was a peculiar reversal of roles. Wasn’t I usually the one who grew worried all the time, and he tried to comfort me?

“You won’t do it all wrong,” I answered. “Remember, you know much more about these things than I do. You’ve read all those books. And I… I wouldn’t even notice if you did something wrong.”

“Yes, but – “ Erik didn’t seem willing to give up yet.

“No but,” I interrupted him, in a gesture so unlike me that I was surprised myself. I hadn’t known that I’d dare interrupt Erik. I wasn’t even afraid of being killed. The Erik now sitting in front of me didn’t look like he could hurt a fly, let alone me. “I don’t want to hear any more of these pointless worries, or I’ll walk out of the door this minute. Surely you don’t want that, do you?”

Erik gave a short laugh, and I noticed that the old fire had returned to his eyes.

“Do you really think I’d let you go?” he whispered. “Never. Now that you’ve promised me all that pleasure, you’ll have to keep your word, or I’ll become very unfriendly indeed.”

“I will keep my word,” I said seriously, not telling him that in my opinion, an unfriendly Erik was preferrable to a miserable Erik. “I want you. Now.”

“Let’s not waste any more time talking then,” he said, as if I had been the one to make him wait. “Do you want to do it right here or go somewhere else?”

I only needed a moment to consider the question. The floor was nice for the things we had already done on it, but now that we had stopped anyway, we could as well move on to a decent bed, which would be much more comfortable. A bed would give us the chance to lie on a soft mattress all night and get up in the morning without our backs aching. It sounded very good indeed.

“Take me to bed,” I replied. “And then… well, then you can take me.”

I cringed about my terrible pun, but Erik seemed to like it.

“That’s exactly what I’ll do,” he announced. “I’ll make it a night you won’t ever forget, not even if you live a hundred years.”

With these words, he got up quickly and dragged me to my feet as well. I barely had time to grab the mask and the wig, which had still been lying on my chest. Looking at them uncertainly, I asked:

“What do you want to do with your mask and the wig? Shall I take them with us or leave them here?”

Erik glanced at them as well, and some of the energy he had displayed before seemed to leak out of him.

“I don’t know,” he muttered, his hand darting up to his face in an uncharacteristically self-conscious gesture. “What do you think?”

“You won’t need them,” I answered without a moment’s hesitation. “I want to see you like you truly are. You don’t have to hide from me anymore.”

“You are a remarkable young man,” he told me. He took the mask and the wig out of my hand and placed them on the table. Then he went to extinguish the fire and the lamps in the room. When he returned to me, he held a lamp in his hand.

“I’m afraid it’ll be rather cold in Christi- in the other room,” he warned me, smiling apologetically. “But I’m sure we’ll find ways of getting warm quickly.”

I nodded. Knowing Erik, I didn’t doubt it.

It was indeed cold in the corridor. I felt the little hairs on my chest stand up, and the floor under my bare feet was like ice, only less slippery. It suddenly occurred to me how peculiar Erik and I had to look, having taken off clothes at random in our frenzy to get undressed during our game, then stopping to have a meaningful conversation. As a result, neither of us was wearing a shirt, shoes of socks anymore, and the buttons on my trousers were partly undone. I chuckled softly.

Erik, who was leading the way, stopped, frowning.

“What’s so amusing?” he asked in a slightly suspicious voice. Despite his self-confident behaviour, I couldn’t help thinking that he was still a little worried I might be laughing about him. The situation with the mask had shaken him severerly.

“I just wondered what someone would say if they saw us like this,” I explained. “With half our clothes missing and our faces all flushed… We must look a real sight.”

“Well, I certainly do,” he stressed, unsmiling. “People wouldn’t even notice you. They’d be too busy running away from me, screaming in panic about the monster they had just seen.”

He sighed, looking very miserable. Then he turned around again abruptly and continued his way. It was not at all the mood I wanted him to be in. But how could I change it? I had said so much in the last minutes, and none of it seemed to have been quite right. I had to stop him thinking about his face all the time. The first possible solution that came into my mind was asking him to put his mask and wig back on, if he felt so uncomfortable without them, but I’d have rather swallowed poison than made that suggestion. It would have destroyed so much between us.

There was something else I could do, though. It was a daring idea, but it would give him something far more pleasant to think about. All I needed was a little courage.

Erik was still walking to the other room, muttering to himself. He more resembled a person on their way to being executed than a man who was taking his beloved to the bedroom for a wonderful night. He didn’t even notice me stopping. As quickly and quietly as I could, I took off my remaining pieces of clothing. Yes, I’d give his mind something to be busy with.

It was only when he opened the door that he realised I was no longer behind him.

“Run away as well, have you?” he asked, turning around slowly. “Or do you – ?”

In that moment, he spotted me standing there naked, and his jaw dropped.

I felt even more peculiar than before, standing around in a corridor without a stitch on, but at least I wasn’t cold anymore. On the contrary, I felt extraorinarily warm.

“Will you stop having those ridiculous worries now?” I asked, trying my best to make my voice a low, seductive purr. “I want you, Erik, all of you. But if you prefer brooding, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands, so to speak…”

To underline my words, I let a hand glide down my body. It never reached its destination, though. By the time it was about to get past my navel, Erik had closed the space between us, his arms wrapped around my body.

“Could you do that every time I’m being stupid?” he asked. “It certainly is most effective on me.”

“You were being stupid?” I asked teasingly, glad that my method had worked. “Could you repeat that for me? I’d like to hear it again.”

“Never,” he replied, giving me a brief kiss on the lips. “But I’ll say all kinds of other things soon. I’m sure you’ll enjoy them as well.”

I pressed my hips against his, delighted to feel that my erection wasn’t the only one growing. Erik groaned.

“We should get you to bed soon, or I might give in to the temptation of taking you right here,” he breathed, making me grow even harder.

Oh yes, that was something I enjoyed hearing. I could feel the temptation as well, but it was easy for me not to give in to it. I wanted our first time to happen in a bed instead of a corridor. So I pulled myself out of his embrace, took him by the hand and led him to the room Christine had once owned. I was very aware of my body as I walked, especially of my erection bobbing up and down with every step I took.

“What a lovely view I have,” Erik muttered, gazing down at my manhood with a hungry expression on his face.

I blushed. He had looked at me like that before, but I still wasn’t used to it. I turned away quickly, letting go of him, and went inside.

“It was supposed to be a compliment, you know,” he told me as he followed me into the room. “You’re not only loving and intelligent, but also very handsome. A rare and precious combination.”

I blushed even more deeply. I’d have never believed possible that this man was capable of uttering such nice compliments… or any compliments at all, for that matter.

“Thank you,” I muttered, not sure what else to say.

I looked around in the room while Erik was busy at the door. Since he had told me it would be cold, I supposed it was cold, but I didn’t feel it. To me, it was even warmer than in the corridor. I suspected that I could have swum in the lake and still felt hot, as long as Erik stood at the bank, gazing at me in such an arousing way. He was better than every fire.

Long, muscular arms sneaked around my body from behind, and a hand took hold of my member. I gave a little moan. Pressing back against Erik, I felt the reason why it had taken him so long to come to me: He was naked as well now.

He seemed to be willing to make up for the moments he had left me alone, however, for his strokes were growing faster. Something else was growing as well, poking me at my backside. I was struck by the irrational thought that he could try to take me right now, like he had said in the corridor. I did want it to happen, but not quite as quickly as that. Reluctantly, I pushed his hand away.

“Slow down a little,” I whispered. “Or it’ll be over for me in a minute, and we won’t be able to enjoy ourselves very much afterwards.” I thought of how tired I always was after my release, and I couldn’t imagine he’d like to make love to me in such a state.

Erik growled, but apparently he understood my point, for he didn’t try to seize my manhood again, but rested his hand on my belly instead. My muscles were quivering with excitement.

I turned around, intending to kiss him as a way of thanking him for his patience, but instead of doing so, I found myself merely staring at him, mesmerised. He had placed the lamp on the chest of drawers next to the door, and the light was casting strangely shaped shadows on his body. He looked like a statue that someone had painted black in parts, while the rest remained the tone of his skin. How could anyone have ever considered him ugly? To me, he looked like the symbol of masculinity, with his strong arms and legs, well-defined muscles and the erection pointing towards me.

I felt a fierce kind of pride as I looked at him. Mine! He was all mine. Every inch of this beautiful body, every part of this beautiful mind belonged to me. Except for himself, I had been the only one every to touch him intimately, and I’d remain the only one. I’d never let anyone close to him. I noticed that Erik was gazing at me as well, but for once, I didn’t blush or turn away. I saw the same kind of feelings reflected in his eyes and knew he was feeling the same pride about me belonging to him.

We stared at each other for another moment, simply enjoying the sight of the other man’s body. Then, in the same second, we moved towards each other, and our lips met in a passionate kiss. Right from the first second, I knew that no matter what we had done before, this was the start of our first time. I didn’t feel anxious, only excited, and it seemed to be the same for Erik. At last, I had made him forget his worries.

In the middle of the frenzy of hands wandering over skin, of tongue meeting tongue and hips meeting hips, Erik somehow managed to get us over to the bed. I hardly noticed any of it. I was too busy with his kisses and touches. It came quite as a surprise when I felt the edge of the bed at the back of my legs. Unable to hold onto something, I fell over backwards and pulled Erik with me. He landed right on top of me. We didn’t even break the kiss to consider this new position, but simply continued what we had been doing before.

Erik had to be the most fantastic kisser in the world (although naturally, I didn’t have a lot of experience to judge him by). He had developed a new technique of twirling his tongue around mine that made me feel all dizzy. I returned the kiss as well as I could, pushing my hips against his eagerly. Our manhoods were rubbing against each other in a most delicious way, and I felt mine grow bigger with every passing moment.

I could have happily gone on like this for all times, or at least till my release, but Erik seemed to have other plans. After just one or two minutes of lying on the bed, he pulled his left hand away from my chest, where it had been teasing my nipple, and groped for something. When he couldn’t reach it, he sighed and shifted his whole body away from me.

I groaned in frustration. I had been in various stages of arousal for what felt like hours. When would he finally make me come?

“Erik, what – ?” I asked, but I received the answer before I had even uttered the entire question. Erik was just pulling a small bottle out of the drawer of the bedside table.

“You know what this is, don’t you?” he whispered, lying down next to me and holding the bottle up for me to see. “This is the oil we’ve talked about, the one that will make things more comfortable for you. I bought it this morning.”

I nodded, noticing how steady his voice sounded now and how quickly he had fetched the bottle. I wondered whether he had planned how and in which order to do these things before I had even come here. The answer was probably yes. Erik wasn’t a man who left things to chance, least of all such important things. Well, if it helped him overcome his nervousness, it was fine with me. After all, it would make it easier for me as well.

As he was still holding the bottle into my face, I straightened up and looked at it. The contents were completely colourless, like water. I was glad about it. Oil in a strange colour such as blue would have made me much warier of its ingredients. This looked innocent enough for me to allow it to be used on very delicate parts of my body.

“All right then,” I said, my voice shaking ever so slightly, giving away that I was not quite as calm as I’d have liked to be. “What do you want me to do? Shall I… turn over or something like that?”

Erik shook his head.

“Just lie down again,” he replied, with just a tiny trace of anxiety. “Try to relax… close your eyes…”

I did what he told me, glad to know him in charge of the situation. I only had a vague idea of what was to happen next.

His hands were gliding over my legs, first merely stroking them, then nudging them apart gently. He bent my knees and popped up my legs, so that the soles of my feet were resting on the mattress. Involuntarily, I pushed my hips towards him.

“Patience, boy,” he whispered, and it sounded as if he were smirking.

Hearing a soft popping sound, I knew that he had uncorked the bottle. Nothing happened for a few moments, and I was just about to ask what he was doing when I gasped in surprise. His hand had seized my manhood. It was slicker than usual, probably with the oil from the bottle, and I found the sensations it caused very pleasant. His fingers moved over my member with great ease. My erection had subsided in the moments in which no one had cared about it, but now it grew again, for what felt like the hundredth time this evening. I could only hope he’d let me come this time, or I might just explode.

And then I felt it. A finger, undoubtedly belonging to Erik’s other hand, was pushed into me. At once, I grew tense, expecting the strange and unpleasant sensations I had felt the last time he had done it. Yet the only strange thing was that it didn’t feel very strange after all. Perhaps it was the fact that his finger was slick with oil this time, or the fact that his other hand was caressing my manhood, or the fact that this time, he hadn’t taken me by surprise. I knew what was to come, eventually.

I released the breath I had been holding and tried to focus on the feelings caused by the hand on my manhood. I didn’t even gasp as he added a second finger, although it was growing uncomfortable. He was stroking me more slowly now, probably afraid I could find my release before he had even started properly. I couldn’t bring myself to urging him on.

“Raoul,” he said, somewhere above me. “I’m… I’m going to do it now.”

“All right,” I breathed again, bracing myself for the worst.

I had not expected too much. The pain was terrible. I felt as if I were ripped in half, slowly, inch by inch as Erik pushed into me, panting and gasping. I had always known his manhood was reasonably sized, but I had never appreciated just how huge it was. It stretched me far beyond the limits of what could be normal. Why did he have to be so big? I groaned loudly, tears prickling at behind my eyelids.

“Erik…” I whimpered.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked at once.

My whole body seemed to scream at me to say yes, to end this torture. But then I opened my eyes. Erik was gazing down at me in concern, but the signs of his own pleasure were so overwhelming that I saw them even though I was in pain. There were red patches on his usually so pale cheeks, and his eyes were bright. He was obviously enjoying himself, enjoying my body. And in that moment, I knew that I couldn’t possibly say yes. He was the man I loved. I couldn’t destroy these moments for him.

“No…” I whispered weakly. “It’s fine… start… moving…”

“You’ll soon enjoy it as well,” he muttered. “I’ll make you… I promise…”

I couldn’t see how he’d manage to keep that promise, but I didn’t point it out to him. I told myself that the sooner he started moving, the sooner it would all be over. I remembered that much from watching Jean-Paul and Pierre.

He started thrusting into me, very slowly, very cautiously. His body was in constant motion on top of mine, and no thrust was quite like the one before as he kept changing angles. I couldn’t understand why he didn’t simply continue doing it one way, but I didn’t say anything.

“Oh…” he moaned. “Feels so good… so good…”

I watched him, waiting for the pain to grow less, when I suddenly cried out, but not in pain. Erik had hit what had to be the most wonderful spot inside me. Now I knew what he had been looking for, and I was grateful that I had not told him to stop.

“Oh God…” I whispered. “Do that again… please…”

He complied readily, increasing the speed of his thrusts and hitting that special spot almost every time. His hand seized my member again and continued stroking it.

I soon lost myself in that strange world of old and new sensations. Erik’s moans mingled with mine, creating a completely new kind of music, a bittersweet sound in which pain was swallowed by overwhelming pleasure. If I had had any idea how good it would feel, I’d have let him make love to me much sooner.

With the combined effort of Erik’s hand and his manhood, I was the first to find my release, unsurprisingly after so much teasing. Moaning more loudly still, I let myself float away on a cloud of pure bliss.

By the time my mind landed back in my head, where it belonged, Erik was almost finished as well. Having lost all inhibitions, he thrust into me hard once – twice – then his body grew tense.

“Raoul!” he cried, and I looked up at him. It was a sight to behold. Erik’s face, his whole face was contorted with bliss. It looked so beautiful that it brought tears to my eyes again. It occurred to me that even if I hadn’t felt a thing during the entire experience, it would have been worth it, just for that sight.

When it was over for him as well, he pulled out of me and settled down next to me. I wrapped my arms around his warm, sweaty body, feeling his fast heartbeat as if it were my own. He gave me a tired smile.

“Thank you,” he muttered. “Thank you for letting me do it. I’m sorry it hurt you so much…”

“It’s all right,” I assured him. “If I was a girl… well, I heard it hurts for them as well, so…” I lifted one shoulder in a small shrug. “And I did enjoy it in the end. Thank you for not giving up looking for that spot.”

“I told you I’d make you enjoy it,” he pointed out. “And I always keep my promises.”

His voice had grown softer and softer with every word, and now he closed his eyes. It was only then that I realised how exhausting it had all been for him, how much self-control he had needed and how badly he had wanted me to enjoy it as well.

“Even when you’re half-asleep, you always have to have the last word,” I muttered, feeling rather sleepy myself.

“Yes,” Erik breathed, resting his head next to mine. The fear of me seeing his face seemed to have disappeared. There was a first time for everything.
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