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electrumicity) wrote2004-12-27 02:07 am
electrumicity) wrote2004-12-27 02:07 am
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Wow.
After three packs of sugar each, a bunch of cookies, the slashiness that was the POTO movie, and a particular picture of Patrick ( http://www.phantomphan.net/gallery/displayimage.php?album=2&pos=35 ), Luisa and I have written a 2,567 word long Erik/Raoul fic dealing with a hot tub and other things. Some OOCness abounds, and just complete randomness... XD
After knowing Erik for so long, Raoul was used to the oddities that came with him. One such oddity being Erik’s sense of interior decorating. I mean, really, three hundred and fifty eight candles were a bit too much for a small lair. The cave was filled with said candles, mirrors, desks, papers, and random inventions of Erik’s.
It was one particular invention that caught Raoul’s eye one day.
“Erik…what in the name of /god/ is this?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He was staring at a small…tub, it seemed. Square, though. And bubbling up with hot water.
Said phantom merely smirked, striding over to him. “I call it a hot tub.”
“…original name.”
“Shut up.”
“What’s it used for?” inquired a very puzzled Raoul.
And then Erik did something that Raoul had never seen him do before: he blushed. Well, he thought it was a blush; it was hard to tell with the mask and the deformity. Either way, Erik began to fidget and turned slightly away from Raoul, mumbling something.
“What?” asked the vicomte. “Speak up, I can’t hear you.”
“You’re supposed to…get in it. Without…” His voice trailed off.
“What?” asked Raoul, now a bit irritated.
“Without your clothes on,” said Erik, and now Raoul was convinced that he was blushing.
For his part, Raoul was merely gaping at him.
“…Well. Ah…That’s…interesting. So…what does it…do…?”
“It’s just…relaxing. Soothes muscles and all that,” Erik said, shrugging. He looked back and forth between the hot tub and Raoul, a slow grin appearing on his face. “You know…I haven’t quite tested it out yet.”
Raoul blinked a few times, completely not expecting what would happen next.
Erik dramatically took off his cape with a swirl, then proceeded to begin unbuttoning his shirt. “Care to join me, m’sieur?”
Raoul was in shock; he wasn’t quite sure what to say. What are you supposed to say, to an offer like that? He wondered if Erik was joking…and though the look on his face was playful, he was almost certain that the masked man was actually serious.
“You’ve…you’ve never seen me without my clothes on,” he stammered out stupidly.
“Then this is a perfect opportunity,” grinned Erik. “Go on, it won’t hurt you.”
As uncomfortable as the young vicomte was, he knew that there was no way out of this. When Erik wanted something, he got it. It was the first rule of life. (The second was that if there was a chandelier anywhere in the vicinity of Erik, it would somehow be dropped.)
“Well, I suppose that---GAH,” he stammered. His gaze had just turned back to Erik, who had just taken off his last piece of clothing. Raoul quickly averted his eyes out of modesty, his face turning a rather pretty shade of pink.
Erik, surprisingly enough, was not self-conscious about his body at all. I mean hey, he figured. My face is screwed up but that doesn’t mean I have to let my body get that way as well (and thus, the Phantom of the Opera had quite the nice figure). He laughed softly, having expected such a reaction from Raoul, and made his way into the hot tub, sitting down in it. “Mmm…this is rather pleasant. Well, what’s taking you so long?” he asked Raoul, grinning again.
Raoul didn’t know what to do. Well, a part of him (and a rather large part at that) wanted to take his clothes off and join Erik in the hot tub. Erik certainly looked rather comfortable; in fact, he looked so comfortable that it was making Raoul a bit uncomfortable. “There isn’t any way for me to get out of this, is there?” he sighed at his companion.
“No,” said Erik matter-of-factly.
Very awkwardly, Raoul began to unbutton his shirt. He’d never done that in front of anyone before, always in his room, alone, in front of his mirror (the Vicomte de Chagny was rather proud of his body, too). He wriggled out of it, blushing, and quickly tossed it on the ground. Refusing to look at Erik, he then began the rather embarrassing task of lowering his pants and underwear.
Erik could not help but whistle slightly. “Wow. That’s something to be proud of, right there.”
The younger man blushed even further, if that was at all possible, quickly making his way into the hot tub (almost tripping over the thing), thanking the gods that now Erik couldn’t really see anything below his lower chest region. ‘Why am I doing this…Why am I here…Why am I alive…’ Raoul thought to himself, in utter disbelief at this entire situation.
About a foot or two away from him, Erik just looked very smug and happy with himself. For one, the invention worked. Secondly, he got to see Raoul naked. Which was always a good thing, he figured. Thirdly, he now had a wet, naked Raoul in close proximity, who seemed to be sort of dozing off as he enjoyed the hot water.
If Jaws existed in 1870, you could be sure that its theme would start playing here. Erik was looking at Raoul with an extremely predatory gleam in his eyes. Raoul, meanwhile, was completely unaware of what Erik was planning on doing…
Unfortunately for Erik, Raoul realized it when said man’s hand was halfway up his thigh.
“What are you doing?!” he exclaimed in a voice that shocked him with its high pitch.
“Oh, nothing,” said Erik, swiftly drawing his hand away.
Raoul began to squirm. “Maybe we should get out…?”
“No, no, no!” exclaimed Erik, “stay in, stay in!”
Raoul wasn’t quite sure what to make of the whole situation.
“I promise I won’t scare you again…like that,” said Erik.
And so the two sat in silence for a while…a silence only broken when Raoul practically leapt out of the water with a terrified yelp.
“Your hand!” he squealed. “Your hand…I’ve never been touched there before, you shouldn’t do that, it isn’t right!”
“Oh, come on, you enjoyed it, didn’t you?” asked Erik with a smirk.
“No,” said Raoul determinedly. “No, I didn’t, I didn’t…hell, yes, I did…NO I DIDN’T!”
“Do you want me to do it again?” inquired Erik with a raised eyebrow.
“No!” exclaimed Raoul fiercely. “Oh…yes, fine, all right.”
Erik looked at him for several moments, getting a bit of an idea. “You know, I think I’ll have a little fun before getting to that again.”
About 3.1415926535 seconds later, Raoul found a very wet, very naked, very hot Erik half on top of him, furiously kissing him. And well, he really couldn’t complain too much. This wasn’t exactly a thing he did too often, so he was a bit unsure of what to do, so for the moment, he simply let his hands wander across Erik’s back as he kissed him right back.
Erik, delighted with Raoul’s response, decided to start taking things a step or two further. Reluctantly breaking off the kiss, he moved lower, placing soft kisses along Raoul’s neck.
“Mmm..that’s…nice…” Raoul murmured. “Very…ni---OW!” he yelped as Erik bit down (rather hard, may we add). “The hell was that for?!”
Smirking, Erik raised his head to look at him. “Just marking you as mine, mon cher.”
“I’m not an object.”
“You belong to me.”
Raoul was blushing again. “I have my own rights, you know,” he stated indignantly.
“Not anymore,” chuckled Erik, and he then began to press himself against Raoul, pushing him up against the edge of the hot tub and began caressing him all over.
Raoul wasn’t quite sure how comfortable he was with this. Well, in fact, he enjoyed it very much, but he wasn’t sure how to respond. He decided to just let himself enjoy the moment and proceeded to do just that.
“Wait,” said Erik, who was now grinning mischievously; in fact, the grin was quite evil. Raoul began to get a little bit nervous and unconsciously edged away from his partner.
“What?” he asked stiffly. “What are you thinking of? Oh, wait, NO!”
But before he even had a chance to move completely away, Erik had taken the infamous Punjab lasso and tied it tightly around the vicomte, making it physically impossible for him to move, his hands being tied behind his back.
“There. Now you can’t escape me,” Erik said with a cackle.
Raoul just cowered in fear. “Do you take that thing with you EVERYWHERE?”
“Yep.”
“Why am I not surprised…”
Erik then proceeded to get back to what he was doing before. Kissing Raoul, caressing his body, etc. Raoul stayed silent, knowing that he wasn’t going to get untied any quicker if he complained, and just let Erik do whatever he wanted. It wasn’t that much of a bad thing…
“Well, well, what have we here…” Erik murmured as his hands trailed lower along Raoul’s body, reaching the spot where his hand was earlier.
Raoul let out a small gasp, the feeling of Erik’s hands there quite new and alien to him. But damn, did it feel /good/.
Erik grinned, and began moving his hand, providing Raoul with a little bit of pleasure. Except he was moving his hand slowly. Very slowly. /Excruciatingly/ slowly.
The younger man groaned in frustration, struggling in his bonds. “You…are a bloody…tease…you idiot…” he grumbled. Erik just laughed, and after a few more moments of this interesting ‘torture’, decided that perhaps a hot tub was not the place for this. A few moments later, he had Raoul tossed over his shoulder, and he was making his way back to his bed.
“Hey, what are you—oof”, Raoul said, flopping onto the bed (still tied up, we remind you).
Crawling on top of him, Erik let one of his hands lightly caress Raoul’s face. “Now…the real fun begins.”
Raoul was too scared to ask what that meant and so he didn’t even bother.
Very slowly, Erik began to trace the outline of his partner’s body. Raoul wasn’t sure how to respond…dammit, he was never sure how to respond in crucial situations like these. He simply decided to let Erik do whatever he pleased with him, in the hopes that it wouldn’t become too embarrassing or—dare he think it?—painful.
“You’re going to have to relax,” mumbled Erik. “It can’t work if you don’t relax.”
“It’s hard to relax when I’m like THIS,” grumbled Raoul.
Erik paid no attention to the vicomte’s complaints. He began to touch every part of his lover’s body that he could, with Raoul simply enjoying it. This was an interesting experience for the young man, to be sure—the first, in fact. Raoul felt very awkward around Erik, felt like the silly, inexperienced virgin that he was. His train of thought was abruptly broken by Erik’s hands leaving his body.
“What?” he asked. “Why have you stopped?”
Erik merely stared pointedly at his crotch.
“Oh,” said Raoul. “What are you looking at…oh, mon dieu.” He had managed to crane his neck to see where Erik was staring, but now he fell back helplessly once again. “This is embarrassing,” he muttered to himself under his breath. “This is very, very embarrassing.”
“I can see you were enjoying yourself. A lot,” said Erik, stifling a laugh. “In any case, it doesn’t matter too much for our next activity, you see….”
“Next…activity…?” Raoul asked, getting scared again.
“Ah, I’m sure you’ll grow to enjoy it…” Erik said happily as he flipped Raoul over on his stomach. Said man was now beginning to get even more scared, not entirely sure where this was leading. He heard Erik rummaging around nearby.
“What are you doing?” he asked, confused.
“Just looking for something…” Erik muttered. ‘Now where was---ah, here we go,’ he thought as he retrieved the item he was looking for.
Raoul just lay there, unable to do anything else. ‘Right…I’ll just…wait then…’ he said. A few moments later, he blinked a few times. ‘Something smells nice…is that scented oil? What’s tha---MON DIEU THAT IS NOT SUPPOSED TO GO THERE, ERIK!” he shrieked, struggling.
Erik growled, pinning him down with his other hand. “Shut up already. Do you want it to hurt more later on?”
“….no….?”
“Then deal for now.”
Raoul wasn’t sure if he wanted to protest or not. The thing was, he wasn’t quite sure if Erik would consent to stopping, even if he asked him to.
Very gradually, he became aware of something, something resembling a pulsing sensation from below. He wasn’t sure what to make of it until he felt a significant pressure there and then abruptly realized what Erik was doing to him.
“Erik!” he fairly screamed, thrashing about. “What are you DOING?”
“Be quiet,” said Erik, pressing the vicomte’s face into the bed so that all that could be heard now were muffled shrieks. “You’ll enjoy it, I promise.”
Raoul could barely breathe, let alone enjoy anything, but he didn’t point this out to Erik.
This was definitely a new experience for him, anyway. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before. Erik had always been unique in that odd sort of way, and Raoul felt he should have known that he would be the first to perform…well, such acts on him. It didn’t feel too bad, though. It didn’t feel too bad at all. In fact, it felt very good. Marvelous, in fact. Raoul stopped squirming and decided to let Erik have his way with him, after all. It was such an interesting feeling, really. And Erik had been right—it didn’t hurt very much at all.
It was not very long until Raoul felt himself have that same utterly wonderful, satisfying feeling that he had before. And at around that same time, Erik had found it too difficult to last much longer, and soon collapsed on top of Raoul, breathing heavily.
Although he was rather sore, Raoul decided that the benefits of this whole ‘activity’ far outweighed any negatives that might have been there.
“Enjoyed…it…?” Erik murmured, utterly spent.
Raoul smiled. “Yes. I did. Now…can I please be untied?”
Erik chuckled and removed Raoul’s bindings with ease, tossing the Punjab lasso off to the side. He rolled over to Raoul’s side, holding him close. ‘How wonderful having him here is…’ Erik thought to himself. ‘Why did I wait so long to pursue him…’
Yawning, Raoul snuggled into Erik’s embrace, in bliss. “That was wonderful…mon cher…if I may call you that.”
“Of course, of course…” Erik said. He was in one of his rather rare, extremely affectionate moods. And Raoul just felt very lucky that it was being bestowed upon him.
Very cautiously, Raoul timidly put his arms around Erik’s neck and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. “You’re brilliant, you know,” he said happily.
Erik smiled. “You’re brilliant, too. And I’m proud to call you mine.”
It was one of the most profoundly sweetest things Raoul had ever heard, and he promptly rewarded Erik with another, much longer, kiss on the lips. It was interesting to think, really, that all this had resulted from a silly little scandal in the opera house, a silly little rumor spread among the ballet girls, but he was glad that he had met Erik because of it all. There was no place in the world he would rather be at the moment, then in the arms of that man who liked to call himself the Phantom of the Opera.
After three packs of sugar each, a bunch of cookies, the slashiness that was the POTO movie, and a particular picture of Patrick ( http://www.phantomphan.net/gallery/displayimage.php?album=2&pos=35 ), Luisa and I have written a 2,567 word long Erik/Raoul fic dealing with a hot tub and other things. Some OOCness abounds, and just complete randomness... XD
After knowing Erik for so long, Raoul was used to the oddities that came with him. One such oddity being Erik’s sense of interior decorating. I mean, really, three hundred and fifty eight candles were a bit too much for a small lair. The cave was filled with said candles, mirrors, desks, papers, and random inventions of Erik’s.
It was one particular invention that caught Raoul’s eye one day.
“Erik…what in the name of /god/ is this?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. He was staring at a small…tub, it seemed. Square, though. And bubbling up with hot water.
Said phantom merely smirked, striding over to him. “I call it a hot tub.”
“…original name.”
“Shut up.”
“What’s it used for?” inquired a very puzzled Raoul.
And then Erik did something that Raoul had never seen him do before: he blushed. Well, he thought it was a blush; it was hard to tell with the mask and the deformity. Either way, Erik began to fidget and turned slightly away from Raoul, mumbling something.
“What?” asked the vicomte. “Speak up, I can’t hear you.”
“You’re supposed to…get in it. Without…” His voice trailed off.
“What?” asked Raoul, now a bit irritated.
“Without your clothes on,” said Erik, and now Raoul was convinced that he was blushing.
For his part, Raoul was merely gaping at him.
“…Well. Ah…That’s…interesting. So…what does it…do…?”
“It’s just…relaxing. Soothes muscles and all that,” Erik said, shrugging. He looked back and forth between the hot tub and Raoul, a slow grin appearing on his face. “You know…I haven’t quite tested it out yet.”
Raoul blinked a few times, completely not expecting what would happen next.
Erik dramatically took off his cape with a swirl, then proceeded to begin unbuttoning his shirt. “Care to join me, m’sieur?”
Raoul was in shock; he wasn’t quite sure what to say. What are you supposed to say, to an offer like that? He wondered if Erik was joking…and though the look on his face was playful, he was almost certain that the masked man was actually serious.
“You’ve…you’ve never seen me without my clothes on,” he stammered out stupidly.
“Then this is a perfect opportunity,” grinned Erik. “Go on, it won’t hurt you.”
As uncomfortable as the young vicomte was, he knew that there was no way out of this. When Erik wanted something, he got it. It was the first rule of life. (The second was that if there was a chandelier anywhere in the vicinity of Erik, it would somehow be dropped.)
“Well, I suppose that---GAH,” he stammered. His gaze had just turned back to Erik, who had just taken off his last piece of clothing. Raoul quickly averted his eyes out of modesty, his face turning a rather pretty shade of pink.
Erik, surprisingly enough, was not self-conscious about his body at all. I mean hey, he figured. My face is screwed up but that doesn’t mean I have to let my body get that way as well (and thus, the Phantom of the Opera had quite the nice figure). He laughed softly, having expected such a reaction from Raoul, and made his way into the hot tub, sitting down in it. “Mmm…this is rather pleasant. Well, what’s taking you so long?” he asked Raoul, grinning again.
Raoul didn’t know what to do. Well, a part of him (and a rather large part at that) wanted to take his clothes off and join Erik in the hot tub. Erik certainly looked rather comfortable; in fact, he looked so comfortable that it was making Raoul a bit uncomfortable. “There isn’t any way for me to get out of this, is there?” he sighed at his companion.
“No,” said Erik matter-of-factly.
Very awkwardly, Raoul began to unbutton his shirt. He’d never done that in front of anyone before, always in his room, alone, in front of his mirror (the Vicomte de Chagny was rather proud of his body, too). He wriggled out of it, blushing, and quickly tossed it on the ground. Refusing to look at Erik, he then began the rather embarrassing task of lowering his pants and underwear.
Erik could not help but whistle slightly. “Wow. That’s something to be proud of, right there.”
The younger man blushed even further, if that was at all possible, quickly making his way into the hot tub (almost tripping over the thing), thanking the gods that now Erik couldn’t really see anything below his lower chest region. ‘Why am I doing this…Why am I here…Why am I alive…’ Raoul thought to himself, in utter disbelief at this entire situation.
About a foot or two away from him, Erik just looked very smug and happy with himself. For one, the invention worked. Secondly, he got to see Raoul naked. Which was always a good thing, he figured. Thirdly, he now had a wet, naked Raoul in close proximity, who seemed to be sort of dozing off as he enjoyed the hot water.
If Jaws existed in 1870, you could be sure that its theme would start playing here. Erik was looking at Raoul with an extremely predatory gleam in his eyes. Raoul, meanwhile, was completely unaware of what Erik was planning on doing…
Unfortunately for Erik, Raoul realized it when said man’s hand was halfway up his thigh.
“What are you doing?!” he exclaimed in a voice that shocked him with its high pitch.
“Oh, nothing,” said Erik, swiftly drawing his hand away.
Raoul began to squirm. “Maybe we should get out…?”
“No, no, no!” exclaimed Erik, “stay in, stay in!”
Raoul wasn’t quite sure what to make of the whole situation.
“I promise I won’t scare you again…like that,” said Erik.
And so the two sat in silence for a while…a silence only broken when Raoul practically leapt out of the water with a terrified yelp.
“Your hand!” he squealed. “Your hand…I’ve never been touched there before, you shouldn’t do that, it isn’t right!”
“Oh, come on, you enjoyed it, didn’t you?” asked Erik with a smirk.
“No,” said Raoul determinedly. “No, I didn’t, I didn’t…hell, yes, I did…NO I DIDN’T!”
“Do you want me to do it again?” inquired Erik with a raised eyebrow.
“No!” exclaimed Raoul fiercely. “Oh…yes, fine, all right.”
Erik looked at him for several moments, getting a bit of an idea. “You know, I think I’ll have a little fun before getting to that again.”
About 3.1415926535 seconds later, Raoul found a very wet, very naked, very hot Erik half on top of him, furiously kissing him. And well, he really couldn’t complain too much. This wasn’t exactly a thing he did too often, so he was a bit unsure of what to do, so for the moment, he simply let his hands wander across Erik’s back as he kissed him right back.
Erik, delighted with Raoul’s response, decided to start taking things a step or two further. Reluctantly breaking off the kiss, he moved lower, placing soft kisses along Raoul’s neck.
“Mmm..that’s…nice…” Raoul murmured. “Very…ni---OW!” he yelped as Erik bit down (rather hard, may we add). “The hell was that for?!”
Smirking, Erik raised his head to look at him. “Just marking you as mine, mon cher.”
“I’m not an object.”
“You belong to me.”
Raoul was blushing again. “I have my own rights, you know,” he stated indignantly.
“Not anymore,” chuckled Erik, and he then began to press himself against Raoul, pushing him up against the edge of the hot tub and began caressing him all over.
Raoul wasn’t quite sure how comfortable he was with this. Well, in fact, he enjoyed it very much, but he wasn’t sure how to respond. He decided to just let himself enjoy the moment and proceeded to do just that.
“Wait,” said Erik, who was now grinning mischievously; in fact, the grin was quite evil. Raoul began to get a little bit nervous and unconsciously edged away from his partner.
“What?” he asked stiffly. “What are you thinking of? Oh, wait, NO!”
But before he even had a chance to move completely away, Erik had taken the infamous Punjab lasso and tied it tightly around the vicomte, making it physically impossible for him to move, his hands being tied behind his back.
“There. Now you can’t escape me,” Erik said with a cackle.
Raoul just cowered in fear. “Do you take that thing with you EVERYWHERE?”
“Yep.”
“Why am I not surprised…”
Erik then proceeded to get back to what he was doing before. Kissing Raoul, caressing his body, etc. Raoul stayed silent, knowing that he wasn’t going to get untied any quicker if he complained, and just let Erik do whatever he wanted. It wasn’t that much of a bad thing…
“Well, well, what have we here…” Erik murmured as his hands trailed lower along Raoul’s body, reaching the spot where his hand was earlier.
Raoul let out a small gasp, the feeling of Erik’s hands there quite new and alien to him. But damn, did it feel /good/.
Erik grinned, and began moving his hand, providing Raoul with a little bit of pleasure. Except he was moving his hand slowly. Very slowly. /Excruciatingly/ slowly.
The younger man groaned in frustration, struggling in his bonds. “You…are a bloody…tease…you idiot…” he grumbled. Erik just laughed, and after a few more moments of this interesting ‘torture’, decided that perhaps a hot tub was not the place for this. A few moments later, he had Raoul tossed over his shoulder, and he was making his way back to his bed.
“Hey, what are you—oof”, Raoul said, flopping onto the bed (still tied up, we remind you).
Crawling on top of him, Erik let one of his hands lightly caress Raoul’s face. “Now…the real fun begins.”
Raoul was too scared to ask what that meant and so he didn’t even bother.
Very slowly, Erik began to trace the outline of his partner’s body. Raoul wasn’t sure how to respond…dammit, he was never sure how to respond in crucial situations like these. He simply decided to let Erik do whatever he pleased with him, in the hopes that it wouldn’t become too embarrassing or—dare he think it?—painful.
“You’re going to have to relax,” mumbled Erik. “It can’t work if you don’t relax.”
“It’s hard to relax when I’m like THIS,” grumbled Raoul.
Erik paid no attention to the vicomte’s complaints. He began to touch every part of his lover’s body that he could, with Raoul simply enjoying it. This was an interesting experience for the young man, to be sure—the first, in fact. Raoul felt very awkward around Erik, felt like the silly, inexperienced virgin that he was. His train of thought was abruptly broken by Erik’s hands leaving his body.
“What?” he asked. “Why have you stopped?”
Erik merely stared pointedly at his crotch.
“Oh,” said Raoul. “What are you looking at…oh, mon dieu.” He had managed to crane his neck to see where Erik was staring, but now he fell back helplessly once again. “This is embarrassing,” he muttered to himself under his breath. “This is very, very embarrassing.”
“I can see you were enjoying yourself. A lot,” said Erik, stifling a laugh. “In any case, it doesn’t matter too much for our next activity, you see….”
“Next…activity…?” Raoul asked, getting scared again.
“Ah, I’m sure you’ll grow to enjoy it…” Erik said happily as he flipped Raoul over on his stomach. Said man was now beginning to get even more scared, not entirely sure where this was leading. He heard Erik rummaging around nearby.
“What are you doing?” he asked, confused.
“Just looking for something…” Erik muttered. ‘Now where was---ah, here we go,’ he thought as he retrieved the item he was looking for.
Raoul just lay there, unable to do anything else. ‘Right…I’ll just…wait then…’ he said. A few moments later, he blinked a few times. ‘Something smells nice…is that scented oil? What’s tha---MON DIEU THAT IS NOT SUPPOSED TO GO THERE, ERIK!” he shrieked, struggling.
Erik growled, pinning him down with his other hand. “Shut up already. Do you want it to hurt more later on?”
“….no….?”
“Then deal for now.”
Raoul wasn’t sure if he wanted to protest or not. The thing was, he wasn’t quite sure if Erik would consent to stopping, even if he asked him to.
Very gradually, he became aware of something, something resembling a pulsing sensation from below. He wasn’t sure what to make of it until he felt a significant pressure there and then abruptly realized what Erik was doing to him.
“Erik!” he fairly screamed, thrashing about. “What are you DOING?”
“Be quiet,” said Erik, pressing the vicomte’s face into the bed so that all that could be heard now were muffled shrieks. “You’ll enjoy it, I promise.”
Raoul could barely breathe, let alone enjoy anything, but he didn’t point this out to Erik.
This was definitely a new experience for him, anyway. Nothing like this had ever happened to him before. Erik had always been unique in that odd sort of way, and Raoul felt he should have known that he would be the first to perform…well, such acts on him. It didn’t feel too bad, though. It didn’t feel too bad at all. In fact, it felt very good. Marvelous, in fact. Raoul stopped squirming and decided to let Erik have his way with him, after all. It was such an interesting feeling, really. And Erik had been right—it didn’t hurt very much at all.
It was not very long until Raoul felt himself have that same utterly wonderful, satisfying feeling that he had before. And at around that same time, Erik had found it too difficult to last much longer, and soon collapsed on top of Raoul, breathing heavily.
Although he was rather sore, Raoul decided that the benefits of this whole ‘activity’ far outweighed any negatives that might have been there.
“Enjoyed…it…?” Erik murmured, utterly spent.
Raoul smiled. “Yes. I did. Now…can I please be untied?”
Erik chuckled and removed Raoul’s bindings with ease, tossing the Punjab lasso off to the side. He rolled over to Raoul’s side, holding him close. ‘How wonderful having him here is…’ Erik thought to himself. ‘Why did I wait so long to pursue him…’
Yawning, Raoul snuggled into Erik’s embrace, in bliss. “That was wonderful…mon cher…if I may call you that.”
“Of course, of course…” Erik said. He was in one of his rather rare, extremely affectionate moods. And Raoul just felt very lucky that it was being bestowed upon him.
Very cautiously, Raoul timidly put his arms around Erik’s neck and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. “You’re brilliant, you know,” he said happily.
Erik smiled. “You’re brilliant, too. And I’m proud to call you mine.”
It was one of the most profoundly sweetest things Raoul had ever heard, and he promptly rewarded Erik with another, much longer, kiss on the lips. It was interesting to think, really, that all this had resulted from a silly little scandal in the opera house, a silly little rumor spread among the ballet girls, but he was glad that he had met Erik because of it all. There was no place in the world he would rather be at the moment, then in the arms of that man who liked to call himself the Phantom of the Opera.