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Emptiness	By : Josephine1881 Category: M through R > The Phantom of the Opera > Slash Views: 8257 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom of the Opera, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Author's note: Disclaimer see Chapter One!

Chapter Nine

When the kiss ended, Erik smiled at me.

“There’s something I’d like to give you,” he said mysteriously. He rummaged in his pockets for a while, then pulled out a small silvery object. In the candlelight I recognised it as a key.

“Is that the key to your house?” I asked, but he shook his head.

“You’ll find that I rarely lock my door,” he replied. “If someone manages to get all the way down to my home, a simple lock won’t stop them. No, it’s much better.” He looked at me expectantly, and I realised he wanted me to keep guessing. I’d have never thought he could be this playful. Yet apparently the few minutes in which we had talked about our feelings had brought that out in him.

“Is it for the chorus girls’ dressing room?” I asked with a little smile. If he was playful, I could try to adapt to his mood. Again, he shook his head.

“That would be a suitable present for your brother, but not for you,” he answered.

“Is it for the managers’ office?” I wanted to know.

“You’d be surprised how boring it is in there,” he told me. “They don’t even have decent brandy anymore these days. The key is for this room.”

“Oh,” I made, not sure what to think. “Well, that’s… nice. Now I’ll be able to remove Christine’s things. But certainly Mme.Giry would have given me a key as well if I…”

“No, she wouldn’t have done that,” Erik interrupted me impatiently. “Apart from my own, this is the only key that exists for the door. Don’t you understand what this means?”

“No one can come in?” I guessed not very intelligently. He rolled his eyes, a reaction I completely deserved.

“Yes, but that’s not the point,” he called. “Did Christine never tell you about the mirror?” He gestured at the large mirror.

Slowly memories came to my head.

“It is an entrance to your world,” I muttered, surprised about myself because I had actually used the words ´your world´. He seemed to have noticed it as well, for his smile widened.

“This key makes you the only person who can enter my realm,” he declared, placing it in my open hand like in a ceremony. As much as I hated to disturb the moment, there was something I had to say, though.

“I’m very grateful,” I told him. “But I can’t be the only person able to come to you. What about the other entrance, the one Mme.Giry showed me on the first night of ´Don Juan Triumphant´? So many people used it after us. They all know it.”

“You don’t have to worry about that,” he assured me. “A few weeks after all that had happened I equipped that passage with various kinds of traps. Nobody can get through it anymore.”

“But I did,” I reminded him, feeling terrible for contracting him again and dampening his spirits. “I used that entrance when I came to you that first time a few nights ago. You know, Christine only told me there was an entrance behind the mirror, but not how to work it. So I couldn’t have come through it.”

Was it a trick of the light, or had the one cheek I could see from Erik’s face just flushed?

“After I heard about Christine’s death… I was confused…” he muttered. “I must have… forgotten to activate the traps…”

“You’re one fine Opera Ghost,” I said, suppressing a chuckle. “What if a chorus girl had come to your house instead of me?”

“They wouldn’t have dared do that,” he dismissed my idea at once. “Only someone very brave or very stupid would have done that.”

“In which category do I belong?” I asked, giving my voice the same playful tone I had used before.

“In the category ´very handsome´,” he told me softly, kissing my lips.

Without hesitation I wrapped my arms around him. Now that I knew his feelings and mine were similar, everything was much easier. I even dared part his lips with my tongue and sneak it into his mouth. The feeling of it surprised me every time. It was warm and wet, and when his tongue pressed against mine, I moaned into his mouth. His arms held me to his chest, and I felt the warmth seeping through his clothes. He was indeed not cold, not at all…

Slowly he started lowering my upper body to the floor. I pulled him down with me, unwilling to part from him for as long as a second. Yet as soon as I was lying, I felt something peculiar at my back. It was soft, completely unlike the floor… Christine’s costume. Erik noticed it at the same time as I did. We both straightened up hastily. Then we looked down at the dress. How could an innocent piece of clothing make me feel like an insensitive, disgusting man who had no sense of decency?

My mouth was very dry as asked him:

“Do you think Christine would have… well, approved of us… being together?”.

He remained silent, staring at the costume as if the answer were written on it. After a few moments he looked up at me again, and he was smiling.

“Christine wanted the people she loved to be happy, especially the two of us,” he said firmly. “And if being together makes us feel good, why shouldn’t she approve?” Now I smiled as well. I liked his way of thinking.

“That does sound like her,” I agreed. “Still… we should better continue… erm, whatever we were about to do somewhere else. Being here makes me a little uneasy, as if she were…”

“…watching us,” he finished my sentence. I nodded, glad that I wasn’t the only one with that impression. “Yes, we can go somewhere else…” Under the pretence of fetching his fedora, which had landed on the floor when he had pounced at me, he brushed his hand over the junction of my legs, whispering: “…but only if you tell me what we were about to do.”.

I swallowed hard, fighting the first signs of my arousal. ´Not now!´ I shouted inwardly.

“I… erm, wanted to do something for… erm, you,” I stammered, blushing furiously. “I wanted to do what… well, what you did with me last night…”

My last words had been barely more than a whisper. Still he had heard me. Raising an eyebrow he remarked:

“Well… well, that’s definitely something you shouldn’t do here… if you should do it at all, that is…”.

That was not the reaction I had expected. I had known that maybe he’d be discontent with my ´performance´ and tell me so afterwards in his charming way, but I’d have never thought he’d reject me right away, especially after we had got along so well all the time.

“So you don’t want me?” I muttered.

Erik’s eyes grew wide as he realised which effect his comment had had on me.

“Of course I want you,” he assured me. “If you knew how much I want you, you’d be shocked. And the thought of you kneeling in front of me, those luscious lips on my penis… Oh, it makes me want to rip off my clothes and just let you do it!”

“You’ve got quite the talent for words,” I mumbled hoarsely. For the second time in minutes I had to fight my arousal. How could merely listening to him make me hard? A brief glance at his crotch told me it was the same for him. My hand seemed to have developed a mind of its own, for it sneaked into his lap and started caressing his growing manhood through his trousers.

“Then why don’t you just let me do it?” I asked him in a low voice. “I can’t promise it’ll be as fantastic as what you did, but I can at least try it, can’t - ?” My voice trailed off as I looked at his face. It was lit up by a smile, and I suspected it had not only to do with the position of my hand.

“You… you really liked what I was doing?” he whispered.

“Yes,” I replied simply. “I wouldn’t have believed anything could feel like that, and I want you to feel just as wonderful as I did.”

“So you would not only do it because I did it and you think you have to repay me?” he wanted to know.

Instead of giving a reply I seized his hand and brought it to the place where I wanted to have it.

“This is what happened to me while you were talking about what you’d like me to do,” I explained, pressing his palm against my straining manhood. “I want to do it, Erik.”

“Let’s get out of here quickly then,” he growled, standing up. “Otherwise I can’t guarantee I won’t ask you to do it in this room, Christine or not.”

I nodded reluctantly, putting the precious key into my pocket. The longer I stayed here, the less I cared about the meaning of the room. Still I knew that if we actually did anything in here, my memories would always be tainted. So I let him pull me to my feet.

We were quite a nice sight as we stood there, our breathing hard and our erections visible through the fabric of our trousers. Instinctively my hand moved down to hide my arousal, but I stopped it. Why shouldn’t he see how he made me feel? Erik leaned down to pick up the lantern, then he went over to the door and locked it. Since he hadn’t let go of my other hand, he was dragging me along like an unwilling child. Yet I didn’t try to free myself. I felt the underlying urgency in his controlled motions, and it made me excited.

When we reached the mirror, he explained:

“We still have to tidy up, but we’ll do that later. Now we’ve got more important matters to attend to.”.

He gave a soft chuckle that sent a shiver down my spine and exactly into my member. I couldn’t hold back a moan. Throwing me a sideways glance he went on:

“Actually I wanted to show you how to work the mirror slowly and in every detail. Yet since you seem to be a little impatient, we’ll have to do it more quickly.”. Looking down I suppressed a smile. I wasn’t the only one impatient.

“So…” he said, leading my hand to the upper edge of the mirror. “In the middle there’s a small switch… Do you feel it?”

“Yes,” I replied. Yet in addition to the switch I was feeling something else. He had half turned around, and his manhood was pressing into my thigh. Apparently he had noticed it as well, for his voice sounded rather strained as he continued:

“And now you have to press it down…”.

I barely heard him, for the blood was pounding in my ears. He had leaned over even more and was rubbing himself against me, which made it a little difficult to follow his instructions at the same time. His breath was hot against my neck, and when he started placing kisses there, I felt as if I’d come right then.

“You’re distracting me,” I murmured.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, tickling my earlobe with his tongue. I shuddered.

“Never!” I replied.

At last I managed to push down the switch, and the glass of the mirror slid aside to reveal a dark passageway. Actually it had been rather simple.

“And what about this process would you have liked to demonstrate in every detail?” I couldn’t help asking.

“Oh, I’d have found something,” he told me, and I believed him. But I was grateful he hadn’t insisted on the full demonstration. There were more… well, pressing matters.

Erik pulled me over the threshold. The darkness had given way to the warm glow of the lantern, which he placed on the floor.

“You have to press this button, then the mirror closes again. Or it opens, in case it was closed before,” he explained hurriedly, while the mirror slid shut.

I waited exactly one moment until after he was finished. Then there was no holding back for me. I pressed him against the wall and started kissing him.

His response was very eager. He didn’t seem to mind that for once I was in charge of the situation. While my tongue invaded his mouth, his hands wandered down my back till they reached my backside. He squeezed my buttocks teasingly, and I gave a small yelp into his mouth. As a way of repaying him, I pressed my body against his, bringing his manhood and mine together.

Now it was his turn to moan into my mouth. Pulling away from me for a moment he said:

“We should really go to my home now, before something very embarrassing happens to either of us.”.

“Why?” I asked simply. “I… I think I can do it here.”

“But it’s not very comfortable,” he argued, though the greedy glance in his eyes spoke a different language.

“Your floor wasn’t very comfortable either,” I gave back. “Moreover, it’s still a long journey to your house. I don’t want to wait that long, and you…” I thrust my hips forwards, making him moan again. “…you don’t want to do it either,” I finished with a grin.

“You can be very persuasive,” he remarked, letting his hands brush over my buttocks. If only we had been naked! “But at least take this…” Pushing my arms aside gently he took a step forwards and removed his cloak. Spreading it onto the stone floor he explained: “You can kneel down on it.”.

“Thank you,” I said as he leaned against the wall again.

“Since I’m the one who’ll have all the pleasure, I should thank you,” he stressed.

“You can do that afterwards… if you still want to do it then,” I muttered. Looking down at the cloak I gulped, feeling more than just a little nervous. Maybe I should have taken the manuscript with me.
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