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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-Eight

This time, there was no chance to hide or flee. Philippe came straight into my room.

“Raoul!” he exclaimed, shock etched into every line of his face. “What are you doing there?”

“Ph- Philippe,” I stammered, pulling the covers right up to my chin. “I... we... we’re just... just...”

“We’re enjoying ourselves,” Erik explained patiently.

He had sat up as well and was gazing at Philippe with mild curiosity, as if nothing very much out of the ordinary had happened. I couldn’t understand how he could be that calm, when I was close to panic. Now he even lifted one corner of the covers invitingly.

“Would you care to join us?” he asked. “There is plenty of room in this bed for three people.”

Philippe smiled. It was a smile I had come to hate over the years. It was the expression he always wore when he had got exactly what he wanted.

“Certainly,” he replied. “I’m always open for trying something new.”

To my utter horror, he began to take off his clothes and prepared to get under the covers with us. Erik’s eyes lit up as he watched him. How well I knew that hungry expression...

“Why?” I asked him in an urgent whisper. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“You know, Raoul,” Erik answered, barely taking his eyes off Philippe. “One lover is all good and well, and I don’t deny that you’ve put a certain... effort into pleasing me. But I’ve got so much to catch up on. And at least your brother knows what he’s doing. Think of how much he and I can learn from each other.”

With these words, Erik and Philippe began to kiss passionately. I screamed in terror.

“Raoul! Raoul, wake up, you’re dreaming!”

My eyes snapped open. Erik’s concerned face was inches from mine. But where was...

“Philippe?” I murmured.

“If I had known that it was he whom you want, I wouldn’t have bothered waking you up,” Erik remarked.

For a moment, I was afraid that I had truly offended him, but when he kissed the tip of my nose gently, I knew that he had only been joking.

“Bad dreams?” he asked.

“Mmm,” I made, leaning my head against his chest. “I dreamed that Philippe found us... and joined us... in bed.”

Erik gave a shudder.

“A very bad dream,” he agreed. “Did I at least introduce him to the Punjab Lasso for his audacity?”

“No,” I admitted in a small voice. “You were the one who invited him to join us in the first place.”

“Oh...” Erik said. “I see... I see...”

He wrapped his arms around me and held me close to his bony chest.

“My poor boy,” he whispered soothingly. “My poor, poor boy... such an awful dream... But you do know that it’s utterly impossible, don’t you? I’d rather invite the managers and Carlotta into our bed than your brother.”

“Would you really do that?” I asked, not entirely comforted by his answer. Didn’t it imply that he did want someone to join us, just not Philippe?

“No!” Erik answered in alarm. He seemed to have realised his mistake. “Of course not! Raoul, you must know that I’d never want to be with anyone else. The things that you and I do together... I would never have done them with another person – may they be male or female – and I’m not planning to do them with another person in the future. Do you know why?”

“Because you can’t get anyone else?” The hurtful words were out of my mouth before I could hold them back. I hadn’t meant for them to sound that bitter, either.

“Oh, I could have got others,” he told me. To my relief, he didn’t sound angry at my remark. “Maybe I’d have had to pay for my pleasure, maybe not. You probably don’t know how much some chorus girls are willing to do for a good part in a production. They’d sleep with the devil himself. And as far as they’re concerned, I’m as close to being the devil as it gets.”

I opened my mouth to disagree, but he silenced me with a little gesture. He wanted to finish what he had to say.

“The present managers are decent men,” he went on. “A little narrow-minded and woefully ignorant when it comes to music, but essentially decent. They’ve never accepted any chorus girl’s offer. But the manager before them and the one before him were different. The more ambitious girls quickly learned to pay for good parts. And some tried it with me. Believe me, I’ve had plenty of offers, plenty of notes written by girls promising to fulfil my every dream if only I gave them a bigger part in the next production.”

I closed my eyes for a moment, wincing. The thought of some nameless chorus girl – whom I imagined small, wiry and giggling, like most of them were – pleasuring my Erik, wrapping her pink lips around his manhood, just like I had done, was very hard to bear.

“I threw every single note into the fireplace, where it belonged,” Erik said briskly. “I’d have never let any such girl touch me. Why? Because I wanted someone who’d touch my soul as well as my body. And you’re the only one willing to do that. Believe me, those moments in which I laid open my soul for you and you didn’t shun me were some of the most important moments in my life. Much more important than any kind of physical affection.”

I found myself smiling. His words felt like a declaration of love. Still, there was something troubling me.

“What about Christine?” I asked quietly. “You’d have shown her your soul, wouldn’t you?”
Erik took a deep breath.

“I would have done it, yes,” he replied slowly. “But... honestly, I’m not sure whether she’d have been able to cope with it. She was so fragile, so delicate. I’d have been scared that in the process of laying open my soul, I’d have destroyed hers.”

“You weren’t afraid that you might have destroyed me,” I pointed out.

“You’re not that fragile,” he gave back. “I know that you’ve been brought up to think of yourself as a stupid child, but you’re not. You can take more than you think you can. It’s all in your eyes, and in your soul. I saw it there when you first stood before me after Christine’s death, and I was right.”

I hardly dared breathe, afraid of ruining the moment. Could it really be that there was an aspect of life in which Erik thought me to be superior to Christine? The idea seemed almost sacrilegious, but thrilling, too.

“I love you,” I murmured against his skin.

“And I love you,” Erik said, kissing the top of my head. “Would you like to go back to sleep for a while now? You seem tired.”

“I don’t want to sleep,” I told him. It would have been foolish to waste any more time sleeping when I was lying in bed with the man I loved.

“Well, what would you rather do?” he asked. “Get up?”

“Oh no,” I answered. “It’s much, much too early for that.”

I let my hand trail down his chest suggestively.

Erik raised an eyebrow.

“Isn’t it too early for that, too?” he wanted to know teasingly.

His own body answered the question. As I draped my leg over his, I felt the beginning of an erection brush my thigh.

“Apparently not,” I remarked, grinning.

“I quite agree,” Erik muttered, sounding a little breathless.

I smiled to myself and moved under the covers. It was rather dark, and I couldn’t breathe all that well either, but it was worth it. I found Erik’s manhood in a half-erect state and wrapped my lips around it lovingly. Erik rewarded me with a soft moan.

I had the distinct impression that I was getting better at what I was doing. I knew how to move my lips and tongue in order to make him enjoy it. Erik seemed to share my opinion, for he was moaning in a very satisfactory way. Just listening to him made me hard, too. I tried to rub myself against the mattress to relieve at least a little of the tension.

After a few minutes, I felt Erik grow tense. With a little cry of my name, he found his release. Quickly, I moved to lie next to him again and kissed him gently, while he beamed at me. We kissed for a little while, till Erik had found his breath again. He then took over my position under the covers, and I prepared to enjoy myself.

And enjoy myself I did. It occurred to me that if Philippe had come in now – which was impossible, for we had locked the door – he’d have had something to look at: his little brother lying in bed, moaning and gasping, while someone under the covers was clearly giving him immense pleasure.

The thought of the look of surprise and possibly jealousy on my brother’s face sent me straight over the edge. I had to hold my hand over my mouth to stop myself from shouting out Erik’s name for the whole world to hear. But then, it was one of those moments in which I wouldn’t have cared if the whole world had heard me. I was too happy.

“I want every morning to start exactly like this,” I declared, as soon as Erik had come out from under the covers again.

“Exactly like this?” Erik wanted to know, running a hand over my backside and grinning at me.

“Well, there’s always room for variations,” I corrected myself. “There are quite a few other things I’d enjoy.”

I gave an involuntary little yawn.

“Would you like to sleep now?” Erik asked. “You’ve earned it.”

Before I could answer, there was a hesitant knock on the door.
“M. le Vicomte?” a girl’s voice called. I recognised the maid Viviana. “There’s a message for you.”

“Don’t come in!” I called at once, even though the door was still locked. “I’m... I’m not decent. Just tell me what the message is, will you?”

“Your sister Sophie invites you to have tea with her and your sister Clarille at her house today at three o’ clock,” Viviana said. “The messenger is still waiting outside. What shall I tell him?”

“Tell him I’ll be there,” I replied. “And tell him...” I threw Erik a significant glance. “Tell him I’ll bring a guest.”
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