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Replaying Past	By : RubyNatulieLee Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Het Views: 7371 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[Disclaimer: I do not own or make any sort of money off of this based story. I only own the charaters of Esme Lonsdale, Eddy and his sister Crystal, The wig maker, Nicolas and the three boys from Sandor's gang. Everything else I do not own nor belong to me. ]

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The morning had come. Within the winters breath it shined, even though within the lair of the phantoms. Darkness still slipped and claimed the dreams of those sleeping inside. Esme and Erik laid twisted within their bodies, Eriks’ arms wrapped around Esme nude form, holding her tightly to his chest, his face buried within the silk curls of her hair. He held her so tenderly, being as if a rough touch would brake her form. Even thou he knew, the abuse he placed on her last night, proved his words wrong.

He could only sleep a little, within the darkness of his room. But how could one sleep, when something so soft, so warm, so willing pressed into you. It could drive one mad with lust. But Erik just laid there, his fingers stroking the smoothness of her back, feeling the warm flesh, watching her sleep, watching every movement she made while her dreams misted her mind. He thought to himself, was she dreaming about what they had done together? It was possible. But the morning had rose, he could feel it within his gut. And the thoughts in which were washed away from a simple night of pleasure came flooding back. Eddy and Crystal, how were they doing? Has the worst happen? Has the better? So many things, washing threw him, wanting him to answer. But he knew not one thing. He only knew what he had to do, if worst came to worst....

“...Erik?”

He frowned, slowly looking down to be greeted by a pair of tied green eyes. That stared up at him with confusion. She must of woken within his thoughts. But he stared and gave her a tender smile, before softly pressing a kiss to her forehead. “When did you wake?” He whispered, only to watch with lust filled eyes, as Esme slowly rolled onto her back and stretched. Her slender body glowing within the low lit candles. Her legs kicking out, her arms rose over her head. Her spine and hips hurt from the pleasure of the night and she didn’t mind the soreness. But to crack her bones and stretching her muscles felt grand. In till Erik surged over on top of her, making her cry out.

“Your innocent tease drives the beast inside of me to hunger.” He growled playful, his lips brushing along her throat, making her laugh out from his words, even more from his touches that brushed along her sides. “What a shame for you.” He purred darkly, his warm breath brushing along threw her ear. “ I have not eaten.”

The last thing he thought would happen, when he was on top of his dancer. Was for her to shove him to the side and leap from the bed, the red sheets following to wrap around her form. But her laughter echoed before, as she turned to him, shaking a finger at him like a naughty child. “Shame on you Phantom.” She replied, a smile upon her face. “Tis to early in the morning.” Erik only chuckled, removing himself from the mattress, not caring if he stood before his dancer nude, his member thick and hard once again to the point, Esme face flushed. “Love knows no time my dear. Now be a good girl and come back to your teacher.” He stalked her, one step after another. She backed away from him to the steps, her fingers curled within the sheets. “Now Erik.” She replied, holding her hand up as if to stop him. “I will not fall victim to your teasing words. If your hungry, I can fix you something to eat.” He could see the laughter in her eyes and he only followed. “The only thing I want to sink my teeth into, rests behind those sheets you hold.” Her outraged gasp only made him laugh and shove forward to attack her, her voice ringing out with his own.

“Erik!”

“Esme!”

But their laughter rang out as his arms wrapped around her form and lifted her within the air. Stepping down the last steps to the main floor in which he twirled, holding her to his chest, her hands upon his shoulders, her head held high within the air. She laughed and it was music to his ears, he twirled with her, her hair floating around her like flames within the candle light, as her body began to be reveled to him, the sheets falling from her flesh. Her breasts were showed before his very eyes, and how could one simple stare. Tilting his head down, his lips locked around one of those whiskey colored nipples and suckled, making his dancer sigh in bliss.

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“Wait in till I get my hands on that lass!”

Sandor sat within the little room of the common drunken tavern. His friends gathered around with snorts of laughter. “Its not that bad now.” Charlie claimed, removing the dirt covered rag from his friends face. Showing off little bits of scars. Charlie, within his mind was proud of what Esme did. Sandor had no right to force himself upon her, no right at all. And the outcome, of the jewel attack, left Sandor to bare what looked like scratch upon the right side of his face. It didn’t make him look any less handsome, so Charlie thought. It made Sandor looked more...

Ruthless...

“Aye, you still look like a bastard.” Adam laughed, only to duck when a rotten apple was thrown to him. He only brushed it off with a flick of his hair. “Careful now. I have a supper date with a lady a little later.” Picking up a mug, he took a gulp of the cheep beer within, while his bald friend stared at Charlie, his eyes blood shot and tired. But he notice something, that he had seen for a long time... George was staring at Charlie with raw lust... A chill shot down Adam’s spine. He guessed it was possible, George was low on money so he could not get the drunken women below. They wanted money before they would let George touch them. And Charlie...

He was a handsome little fellow. If one was in deep need, or in other words. If Adam himself was in need to let his lust get out, he could take Charlie. But good for him, he didn’t need to worry about it. He would get a women to open her legs to him and he didn’t have to pay a damn penny. But he pitied Charlie, seeing how George would some how, end up getting his lust out one way or another. But what made him raise a brow, was the way Sandor looked to Charlie. There was anger yes, but.... But.....

“You got to be shitting me.”

“What the hell did you say?”

Adam blinked, before raising his hands up laughing, “Oai, did I say that out loud? I was just staring at George here. I think he’s about to kill over and I wont pick him up if he do.” Sandor, who had barked his question to Adam, rose a brow. “Who the hell would want to pick his fat ass up?”

“You shut the hell up.” George muttered out, leaning heavenly upon the table at his side, the drinks he had chugged making his mind fuzzy and his limbs losses.

Sandor didn’t have time to fool around with these drunken idiots, he had just found the one girl who had refused his request and the only women who scarred him for life! Anger burst within him, not only that, lust still lingered. He felt her body up against his own, felt those swollen breasts against his chest and tasted that sun kissed skin. His groin was still hard and it needed to be let loose soon. Or it would drive him crazy. But a cold cloth touched his cheek, snapping his mind back from his thoughts. Before him Charlie sat, washing away the dry blood and dirt from his wounds. Those brown soft eyes staring at Sandor, ignoring all those around him. His lips firm and soft pressed together in a tight line as it tried his best to clean the wounds. Charlie was a good looking lad, and there had been a night or two, when Sandor could not find a women, and turned to the young man. Charlie rejected at first, claiming he wasn’t a women, but after a good punch and a few rapes, Charlie came willing to Sandor when ever he needed. And right now, he needed it.

“I’ll return what Esme has done to me.” He growled, surging to his feet, his fingers in a fist. “Charlie.” He barked, causing the young man to stiffen within his chair. “Come with me. I have job for you.” Adam and George all but watched, as Charlies face twisted with unseen pain, before a deep sigh gave out. “All right.” He muttered, pushing himself to stand, slowly following after Sandor, leaving the small room behind.

“Lucky Bastard.” George spat, before grabbing his empty mug to refill it once again.

“Poor fellow.” Adam whispered, leaning back within his chair.

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Charlie slowly shut the door to Sandor room with trembling hands. Sandor didn’t like to share his space with any one and always had the money to do so. But he watched, with a dry mouth. As Sandor removed his coat, letting it fall to the floor. “She better pray I don’t find her any time soon.” He grumbled, making Charlie sigh before following, rolling his fingers threw his curly hair. “You can hardly blame the girl Sandor. She was only fighting back, you were being to rough with her and girls need to be treated gently or they will-‘

“Did I ask your option?!” Sandor snapped, making Charlie stop in his steps, and let out a deep sigh. He watched Charlie, as he struggled to keep himself appearing claim. He liked that, Charlie always trying to hide even when Sandor knew. “Besides.” He growled, his steps carrying him over to Charlie. His voice low and deep, whispering with need as he muttered, “I know you like it rough.” He saw those cheeks turn red, Charlies eyes upon the ground as he shock his head muttering, “N-No I don’t.” But Sandor only chuckled, before grabbing Charlies chin, forcing him to look up into his eyes, letting them both stare for a moment before Sandor growled. “Well, best get to work.” Letting the fellow go, he walked back to the bed’s side, settling himself down upon the edge. “You know what to do.”

Yes... He knew what to do. With a deep sigh and a heavy heart, Charlie slowly walked over to the bed side, lowering himself to his knees. He settled between Sandors slightly parted legs and reached over, working his way to remove the gun belt and the buttons of those trousers. He never felt so low or shamed, every time he let Sandor do this to him. But what could he do... Slowly each time this happened, he became, he didn’t know how. Attracted to him. He dare not say so, since Sandor only used him as a play toy. This feeling would soon go away, or at least. He hoped so.

Sandor let out a deep groan, softly placed his hand upon Charlies head as he felt his length be slipped into that warm wet mouth. Charlie knew what to do to make him hit and he was going to take his time, taking out his anger upon the young man before him. His fingers curled within those brown locks, making his head move, letting that tongue bath his flesh within his drool. “Suck.” He ordered, his breathing slowly becoming deep. It felt, so good within Charlies mouth. Felt so nice, he could only wonder, what it would feel like in Esme’ mouth. He grinned wickedly, as he slowly began to move his hips, causing the head of his cock to be shoved into Charlies throat, making the young man gag. He would have Esme, he will have her under him, he will make her scream his name.

He will have her.

One way or another.
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