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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 Thirty-Three

Erik turned away from the window to face me again, blinking rather stupidly.

“You want me to stay here... with you?” he repeated slowly, as if the idea was too
unbelievable to contemplate.

“Well... yes, I do,” I replied, growing hesitant as well. Had I said something wrong? Had I perhaps overstepped an invisible line that I hadn’t known about? “You don’t have to,” I
added hastily. “If you’d rather leave...”

“Why should I want to do that?” Erik asked with a smile. “All that awaits me at the opera is an empty house. No, of course I want to stay. I just... I couldn’t believe you truly meant it. What about your useless brother? Aren’t you afraid he’ll come in and find us?”
I shook my head, laughing as the last remains of uncertainty left me. He really wanted to stay with me. It was as simple as that.

“He’s not back from the countryside yet,” I said. “He never tells me how long he’ll stay away. Not that I’d ever ask – the longer he stays, the better for me. I expect he met some pretty girl or another in an inn and is enjoying himself...”

“...unaware that at home, his little brother is doing the same,” Erik finished my sentence, grinning in a way that sent shivers down my spine. I didn’t know why little things like that affected me this much, but I loved it.

“So,” Erik went on after a moment. “This is your room. Would you mind if I had a look around?”

“Don’t tell me you haven’t already done so while I was downstairs,” I remarked, raising an eyebrow in disbelief. I knew how curious he was.

He gave me a sheepish smile.

“I might have had a tiny look,” he admitted. “Just to pass the time, of course. But I only browsed the books on your bedside table. You have a good taste in books. Have you read a lot of Ovid?”

“Not very much,” I replied, beaming with pride because Erik, who as I knew was very well-read himself, had praised me. “Richard gave the book to me. He’s the husband of my sister Sophie. He thought I’d enjoy the Metamorphoses.”

“And, did you enjoy them?” Erik asked.

“Oh yes,” I told him. “All those people changing into someone or something else... Echo, Arachne, Philomela... it’s fascinating. I’ve seen it drawn my many artists, but it’s even better to read about it.”

Erik nodded.

“I’ve always regarded the changes in appearance as a metaphor for the changes in our lives,” he told me thoughtfully. “Have you never felt as if you were transforming into a completely new person?”

“Yes, yes,” I agreed eagerly. Now that I thought about it, it could indeed be another reason why I enjoyed the Metamorphoses so much. I could have never expressed my thoughts in such a fitting way. It occurred to me once more what an intelligent man Erik was. “I’ve often felt like that,” I went on. “Especially... well, in the last weeks, since you and I... you know. It’s strange that nobody else has noticed it how much I’ve changed.”

“Oh, they would notice it if they looked at you properly,” Erik remarked. “But they don’t. They see what they expect to see. I, on the other hand... I can see it all. It’s right in here.” He stepped forward and cupped my face in his strong hands. “In your beautiful eyes,” he added, gazing at me. His eyes were beautiful as well, shining like molten gold in his pale face. My heart leapt in my chest.

Then his lips were on mine, and I felt as if I were melting, too. Only by wrapping my arms around Erik could I keep myself from swooning like the women in those stupid books I pretended never to have read. I had always thought that such feelings had to be exaggerated, but now I had them myself.

Unfortunately, my embrace seemed to come a little too sudden for Erik. It threw him off-balance, and since I was still holding on to him, we both landed on the bed in a wild tangle of arms and legs, slightly breathless, but grinning all the same.

“Well, well, well,” Erik said. “I didn’t expect us to end up here quite that quickly. But now that we’re already here...” He rolled me onto my back, pinning me down with his knees as he straddled me. “Perhaps we shall better lock the door,” he suggested.

“No,” I said. “I... I like it better this way.”

I thought back to when we had touched each other on the stage, fuelled by the idea that the chorus girls would be there any moment. It had made me so aroused.

Of course, it would have been highly embarrassing if someone had really walked in on us. Yet I knew that it would not happen. If my brother had taught the servants anything, it was that none of them was allowed to enter the room without knocking and waiting for the permission to enter. I could only remember too well an incident that had involved Philippe, a maid and an elderly seamstress who had nearly passed out with shock at what she had seen. There was no chance of that happening again.

“Daring, are you?” Erik whispered, leaning down to me. “I like it.”

I giggled, for his breath was tickling me.

“Do you mock me, boy?” he growled.

Once, the tone of his voice would have scared me, or at least made me very uneasy. Now, however, I saw the laughter in his eyes and heard the playfulness behind the fierce words. It was nothing but a game. A game, as I reminded myself, that two people could play.

“Why, yes,” I replied casually. “I am mocking you. I’m mocking you because you came here, all worried that I might not want you anymore. Poor Erik, were you afraid that you wouldn’t find anyone else if I left you?”

Erik’s eyes narrowed slightly. For a moment, I was sure that I had gone too far, making fun of something that couldn’t have been easy for him. I grew tense as I waited for his reaction.

Being the sensitive person he was, Erik sensed my anxiety. He gave me a tiny wink.

When he spoke, however, it was in a lofty sort of voice.

“Whatever made you think that?” he asked, looking down at me. “I came here to appease you, yes, but only because you left before I was finished with you. Would you like to know what I had planned for you and me?”

I nodded eagerly. This game was getting very good.

“I wanted to bend you over the balustrade of Box Five and take you, right there, right then,” he told me in a low voice. “Everyone would have seen us. They’d have seen me take you, pound into you from behind. They’d have heard us, too, the lovely music we create together. Would you have liked that?”

The apparent answer was pressed against his thigh, hard and begging for attention.

Erik chuckled.

“I knew you’d have liked it,” he said. “But since you decided to leave, we never got the chance to do it. So we’ll just have to do it now – without an audience, but with a lovely soft bed instead. Take off your clothes! Quick!”

He rolled off of me. While I hastened to comply, his gaze darted through the room.

“Have you got some sort of lubrication here?” he asked.

“Look into the bedside table,” I advised him distractedly, halfway through opening my shirt. I had little hope of him finding anything useful there, but I knew Erik was resourceful. Maybe he would find something after all.

“Aha!” he cried after a minute of rummaging through the drawer. “That will work nicely. Where did you get it?”

“Hm?” I made.

Hastily, I pulled my undershirt over my head and turned to see what he had found. My jaw dropped. He held a bottle of lubricant, similar to the one he himself had owned. How on earth had it got in there?

“I... I didn’t get it anywhere,” I stammered, utterly confused. “I’ve never seen that bottle before in my life.”

“But...”

Erik stopped himself. He and I had spotted it at the same moment: a small piece of paper tied around the bottle’s neck with a bit of string.

“Lonely nights can be amusing, too. Not that I ever needed it. Philippe,” Erik read out.

“I can’t believe it!” I exclaimed angrily. “He’s been in my room again! He always does that, no matter how often I – “

“Shh, my love,” Erik cut across me. “Don’t think about it. For the first and probably the last time in your life, your brother has actually done you a favour. That’s the only thing that matters right now.”

I smiled. He was right.

“By the way, you’re still wearing far too many clothes,” he reminded me with a smirk.

“And you,” I gave back, grinning as I pulled him to me.

The next minutes passed on a haze of fumbling fingers and flying clothes. It was good that Erik had put the lubricant on the bedside table, or the bottle might have smashed.
When Erik finally straddled me again, I was so excited that I could hardly stand it. My erection, which had disappeared almost completely during the discovery of the bottle, was back. Erik had coated his hands with the lubricant and was moving them up and down my manhood, grinning about the noises I was making.

“If one of your servants was to walk down the corridor now, they’d wonder what you were doing in here,” he remarked. “They’d – “

He froze. So did I. I had heard it as well: heavy footsteps, no doubt produced by the one person who never bothered to take off his shoes before thundering over the white carpet. The footsteps stopped outside my room.

“Raoul?” Philippe called. “It is I. I’ve got something for you.”

And he opened the door.
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