Chapter 1 The Heated Confrontation
The Viscount de Chagny, or Raoul, as his friends and family called him, walked through the halls of the beautiful Paris Opera House that he was now Patron of. He was on his way to pick up Christine and take her out for dinner.
He gasped as he was suddenly slammed roughly into the wall behind him, feeling strong hands close about his delicate neck threateningly. He stared in panic up into the dark and terrifying eyes of the Phantom of the Opera.
Raoul shuddered, panting as the man's hands started to tighten now, trying to escape his hold, though he knew that it was futile, his eyes panicked and pleading with him not to take his life. He was shocked when he was suddenly free, falling to his knees on the ground before him as he breathed heavily and trembled with fear.
"Stay away from Christine," the Phantom said in a low, threatening voice before moving to leave. "Or next time, I might not stop.."
"You would kill me over so little?" Raoul gasped out, perhaps foolishly. "Over nothing?"
The Phantom turned back to him with a terrifying look on the half of his face that was visible. "You dare to call her nothing?" he thundered angrily.
Raoul's blue eyes widened at his words, speaking quickly now where he still crouched on the cold stone floor of the corridor. "No! Of course not! That is not what I meant. It was only to be dinner, I swear it. It is not as if I love her. At least, not in the same way that you seem to. She is as a friend to me, a sister only. She.. She could never be anything more to me."
"So you say," the Phantom replied in obvious disbelief. "Yet to hear her speak, you were once childhood sweethearts. While her father yet lived, at the house by the sea."
"Another lifetime, it seems now. I.. I had yet to truly come to know myself then. I was but a foolish boyling," Raoul said, getting shakily to his feet to lean back against the wall that he had previously been pinned against.
"What mean you?" the Phantom asked, intrigued despite himself.
"I mean that I do not.. I.." Raoul stammered, his cheeks flushing slightly as he confessed to him recklessly. "I am a lover of men.."
The Phantom just stared at him for several long minutes, shocking Raoul when he chuckled softly for a brief moment in obviously reluctant amusement. "Really, dear Viscount, that is the best reason that you can come up with as to why I should let you go with Christine to dinner tonight?"
"But- But it is the truth! Who could lie about something as personal as that? Certainly not me. Philippe always says I am an awful liar, an open book that can be read in any language."
"Let me guess, your lover?" the Phantom asked him, seeming to have decided to treat their entire conversation as a joke.
"My brother," Raoul corrected him. "He's the only close family that I have left."
"And does your brother know of this? Your desire for other men?"
"Oh, no! No, he mustn't find out! He would disown me. I am only a second son, despite my title. I would have nothing, nowhere to live."
The Phantom somehow seemed to sense Raoul's genuine anxiety, because, though it may have been a trick of the poor lighting in the corridor, his dark eyes seemed to soften slightly for a brief moment. He then spoke again softly, his low voice almost husky as he practically glided closer to Raoul. "So, if I were to touch you, intimately.. How would you respond to me?"
Raoul gasped softly, his face turning a deep rose red at his question. "I.. I don't know, I.."
Then the Phantom's large right hand was on Raoul's chest where he still leaned against the stone wall of the corridor, moving now, stroking, almost petting his clothed flesh. He was clearly surprised when Raoul trembled, arching into his touch unconsciously, his fair lashes fluttering as his blue eyes closed and his soft looking pink lips parted on a small whimper of clear longing for more.
So, almost without thinking about it, the Phantom slid his hand down Raoul's chest, eventually reaching first his belly, then the button on the other man's dark gray slacks, undoing them quickly to slip his hand inside. Raoul jerked when his hand made contact with his half-hard cock, but he didn't pull away. His blue eyes flew open, dazed and clearly vulnerable as he stared up into the Phantom's face while quiet shaky pants escaped him as his body stiffened quickly.
"Mmm.." the Phantom commented softly as he started to stroke him slowly and carefully. "I think you just might like this a little too much, dear Viscount. Perhaps you were telling the truth.."
"It's Raoul.." the blonde man gasped, shuddering when the Phantom's hand squeezed him briefly. This caused a soft moan of clear delight to escape his throat as he tilted his head back against the wall, though he never broke eye contact with the Phantom as he spoke. "And I told you I was.."
"Mmm, yes, you did. Look at you. Helpless, and completely at my mercy. I could kill you so easily right now, as I could have earlier."
He was surprised when Raoul shuddered and moaned at his words, swelling further in his large hand, almost as though what he had said was the cause.
No, surely not.
"One would think from your response that you like pain, dear Viscount."
"Not- Not exactly.." Raoul panted softly in reply, though his question had been unspoken. "I.. I do not want you to hurt me. But, I believe that.. I like the thought of being.. helpless and at your mercy.."
"Is that so?" the Phantom asked, his voice low and sexy, unexpectedly pleased by his answer. He started to stroke Raoul's cock faster now, looking almost mesmerized by the obvious pleasure on the other man's face in response to his touch.
Raoul gasped softly, his lips parting with the sound, shaking as he stared up at the Phantom's face, nodding in reply as a light sheen of sweat rose up to coat his forehead.
Raoul was startled when the man suddenly grabbed him by the back of the neck, spinning his smaller body easily around to face the wall that he had previously been leaning against. His hand somehow never left Raoul's trousers with the movement as he pressed his large body close against his back, pinning him there as he resumed stroking the other male's hard cock.
The Phantom was surprised when Raoul arched his back and moaned, squirming against him, pressing himself closer back against the Phantom's body as he panted, his breathing heavy as he trembled with the fierce need for release.
"Oh, my god!" Raoul begged him quietly. "Please.. I need- Please!"
He was stunned when the Phantom actually groaned low at his pleading tone, shifting his hand on his cock, starting to stroke him faster now and moving his own hips forward to press his equally hard arousal against Raoul's taunt backside through the fabric of both of their pants roughly.
The Phantom was shocked when Raoul shuddered, convulsing against him now, leaning his fair-haired head back against his left shoulder unconsciously. His eyes were tightly closed as his pink lips parted once again on a loud cry as he finally came in his pants, covering the Phantom's hand with his hot seed before slumping back against him heavily.
The Phantom was puzzled at first, then he realized that Raoul had fainted. So he did up the man's pants for him quickly, lifting his slight form into his arms almost tenderly. He then carried him along the dark corridors stealthily until he reached one of the many scattered entrances to his home, slipping below the Opera House to carry the man to his own bed to rest.