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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 Twenty-Seven

I had no idea what time it was when I woke up. Marvelling at the fact that the room was not dark, but filled with a soft light, I realised that the lamp Erik had lit was still burning. It couldn’t have been more than one or two hours since I had fallen asleep, and I was still feeling tired. Why had I woken up then?

The reason soon became clear to me: I was lying on something hard, long and bony. Rolling over onto my other side, I noticed that the mysterious object was Erik’s arm. He seemed to have fallen asleep with his arms around me, but only the one I was lying on had remained in its position. The other one was resting behind his head.

Sighing, I straightened up a little, removed his arm from under me and lay down again. No matter how much I enjoyed having him close to me, this had simply been too uncomfortable. Cautiously, I pushed his arm between our bodies instead, snuggling up to him till nothing more than this one arm fitted between us.

Erik grunted a little, but didn’t wake up. Now that I had the chance, I couldn’t resist the temptation of looking at him more closely. He was lying on his right side, facing me. With the deformed part of his face hidden from view, he looked like a normal man… only more handsome. His extraordinary golden eyes were closed, but there were still his chiselled features to be admired.

I was sure that if it hadn’t been for his deformity, Erik would have attracted a lot of attention, and not in a negative way. I knew many women who’d have liked to be seen with a handsome composer who could call a substantial fortune his own. Maybe he and I would have even moved in the same circles of society. Maybe our eyes would have met every now and then at a dinner party, but before we’d have been able to exchange a word, we’d have both been engaged in conversation again.

A deep feeling of happiness spread through my body. Could it be possible that I was actually glad about Erik’s deformity? In the life I had just imagined for him, he would have been admired, but the two of us would have never shared the kind of intimacy we had shared tonight. We would have never had a meaningful conversation. He would have never turned my world so deliciously upside-down.

It was not jealousy that made me entertain such thoughts. I knew what jealousy felt like. How could I not, after all that had happened with Christine? My motivation was crucially different. I was simply glad that fate had brought him and me together. His face was but a fragment, one of a thousand factors that had let his path in life cross mine.

It was one of those rare moments in which everything fell into place and made perfect sense. I was even grateful for the sensation of being left alone after Christine’s death. If I hadn’t been lonely, I might have never gone to see Erik, and then we would have both been truly lonely, trapped in our own pain, without a trace of an idea that there was someone who could ease the pain, someone who understood us.

My mouth stretched into a content smile. All the pondering had made me sleepy once more, but also very happy. I snuggled up to Erik even more closely, let my eyelids droop, and within moments, I was asleep again.

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When I woke up for the second time, Erik was gone. I groped blindly for him in the bed, unwilling to open my eyes just yet, but I knew instinctively that it was in vain. Erik’s presence was so overwhelming that I was sure I could have felt it without touching him. Nothing was there now.

Eventually I did open my eyes, only to find that it didn’t make much of a difference. The room was plunged into total darkness. Sometime during the night, the lamp must have gone out, and since Erik was used to the dark, he hadn’t lit it again, probably also in order not to wake me up. I told myself that it was best to get used to the darkness, seeing what an important part of his everyday life it was, but it felt odd. I knew there was a window, and experience told me there should have been light coming from it, yet since we were underground, there was no light.

As I didn’t want to lie in bed alone, darkness or no darkness, I decided to get up and find out where Erik had gone. I sat up, disentangled my legs from the blanket and swung them over the edge of the bed. When I felt the soft carpet under my feet, I brought myself into a standing position, grateful that Erik didn’t have any lamps dangling low from the ceiling. I would have been sure to hit my head.

Going to the door was like finding my way through an obstacle course. I hadn’t been in the room often enough to know where the pieces of furniture were standing. Since I was afraid of walking head first into something I couldn’t see, my progress was slow. Once or twice, I did indeed stumble over what probably were articles of clothing.

This reminded me of the fact that I was not wearing anything. I bent down to pick up the next best piece of clothing when I remembered that none of it could be mine, since I had undressed in the corridor. I’d have to go outside and fetch my clothes before I could do anything else. I briefly considered wrapping the blanket around myself, but decided against it. Apart from Erik, no one was in the house, and how likely was it that he’d be in the corridor? What was he supposed to do there?

I tried to persuade myself that this was the only reason why I didn’t want to use the blanket, but it didn’t work. The full truth was that I simply wanted to leave the room in nothing but my skin. I felt like doing something daring. As if I hadn’t done something much more daring only last night… The thought made me blush slightly, but at the same time, hot desire pooled in the pit of my stomach. When I thought hard, I could still feel Erik inside me, stretching me beyond the limits of what I had thought my body capable of dealing with.

And I had enjoyed it. I had enjoyed it so much that even the memory made me grow hard. Now I did need something to hide certain parts of my body after all. Walking around without clothes was one thing, but without clothes and with an erection? That would have been too much for me.

I snatched a piece of clothing from the floor. Judging by the fabric and the size, it was Erik’s undershirt. Holding it in front of my lower belly like a very small towel with one hand, I used the other one to open the door and stepped into the corridor.

After the darkness of the room, the light of the lamps illuminating the corridor almost blinded me. Was this how Erik felt every time he entered the outside world? I blinked rapidly, and after a moment, my eyes had grown used to the sudden brightness. Looking down at myself, I saw that I was indeed holding a white undershirt, which failed to hide the traces of my arousal. On the contrary, the soft fabric seemed to underline the size of my erection. I could imagine vividly what Erik would say if he saw me like this. Yet fortunately, the corridor was empty. Just a few steps, and then I’d get dressed. Once my erection had subsided, that was. Just a few steps…

It took me a few moments to realise that my clothes were gone. I looked up and down the corridor, but they were nowhere to be seen. Erik must have taken them and put them somewhere else. I muttered a swear word or two. My manhood, however, didn’t seem to mind not being confined to the prison of clothes in the nearer future. It bobbed up and down merrily, swelling even more as I tried to force it into submission with the undershirt.

“And what exactly are you doing there?”

I glanced up and looked directly at Erik, who was standing in front of me, wearing a black silk dressing gown and an amused expression on his face. I had been so busy with my member that I hadn’t seen him coming. I was aware of how peculiar I had to look, completely naked except for an undershirt in front of my private parts.

“I… erm… I was searching for my clothes,” I explained hastily.

He raised both eyebrows, and I noticed that he was not wearing his mask yet.

“I picked them up from the floor and put them on the table in the sitting room,” he told me. “I didn’t want you falling over them when leaving the room. Well, you seem to have found at least one of my clothes, though it doesn’t seem to fit too well. Remind me to take away my clothes as well next time. Such beauty shouldn’t be hidden unless it’s absolutely necessary.”

He looked pointedly down at my erection, which seemed to agree with him. Without another word, he took the undershirt out of my hand and threw it to the floor. My manhood sprang free, pointing directly at him. I gulped.

“What… what about you then?” I asked, in a quiet, but rather steady voice. “You’re wearing something…”

“If you don’t like it, change it,” he challenged, a blazing look in his eyes.

I didn’t need another invitation. The belt of his dressing gown was opened quickly under my shaking hands, and I pushed the useless piece of clothing over his shoulders. Like I had secretly hoped, he was completely naked under it.

“I was a bad host, taking away your clothes without your knowledge,” Erik stated, shaking his head sadly. “I hope you’ll accept my… apology.”

As I leaned against the wall, and he kneeled down in front of me, I wondered how I had ever managed to begin my days in any other way. This was what I wanted every day, for the rest of my life.
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