AN: Guess what!? To celebrate my return to FanFiction, I am going to make a better one-shot for Erik and Christine's special night together. More emotion, and hopefully less 'sugar'. Anyways, here it is, Beneath a Moonless Sky.

That night, that one magical night, Christine had stowed away from Raoul in hopes to find her angel, though she hadn't the slightest logical explanation why. Her quest was certainly unidentified as she made her way through several catacombs, tunnels, and even the great lake which separated fantasy from cruel reality. Christine, now quivering at closeness to his home, had landed clumsily on an unlit candelabrum. There was no warmth, so she knew he had fled a while ago, but curiously had the best of her as always as traveled through one small catacomb that gave away some small flickering candle.

There, she noticed her angel sitting in front of the candlelight on desk, he fell asleep on top of his composition once again. Wandering the room, she noticed a trash bin overflowing with crumpled pieces of staff script and bent over, taking piece in her hands and smoothing it out. She found that what he wrote on wasn't staff paper, it was regular parchment because he was writing notes to her. Each of them started off with 'My beloved Christine Dàae', but never continued, except for perhaps the one he laid on. Dropping the wrinkled paper from her hand, she shyly and slowly reached for the piece of paper, but was stopped in mid-attempt. Suddenly, long, deep breaths filled the room and she saw the same passionate green eyes of a man she knew as her Angel of Music, "What are you doing here, Christine?" he inquired with an impossibly raspy voice.

"I came to see you," looking towards the door, she continued, "but you obviously do not want me here."

"I'd like it better if you left," his words hurt her like a thousand knives. All she wanted was to see him, see if he was alright, and then leave his abode once and for all.

"I- I wanted to see if you...were alright."

A low, menacing chuckled bubbled from his throat and he gazed in wonder, "Christine, if you really cared about my well-being that much, then why did you bring me to this? I used to be a god damned threat! Now I am this shameful romantic dreading women! Christine, answer me, why do you care now if you didn't then?"

Christine gulped down her tears, but they came flowing out anyway and she broke down, "I- I want to love you! I want to have you but it is too- too dangerous!.. Angel, I want you desperately!"

She let it out finally, all the love she had for him, let out in an outburst of tears proclamation. He still thought it was too good to be true, but then again, how could he refuse the woman of his dreams in such a state of angst for him? How could he refuse the pair of soft, silky lips quivering in sadness? How could he refuse the warmth of her body? The answer, he couldn't, "Christine, I hate seeing you like this," he knelt beside her crunched up form and placed a hand gently upon her shoulder, "Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?"

Her head rotated up and, looking into his green orbs, she begged, "Please, Angel, love me. Tell me you love me."

"I cannot deny that. Christine, I do love you very much. But these new feelings you have, are you sure about them?"

With a nod, she wrapped her arms round his neck and entwined her lips with his. Once again, he felt the radiating warmth of her body, the silky smooth lips, and his undying love for this kind-hearted woman. Unknowingly, his hands wandered all around and he picked her off the floor towards his swan bed in the canopy. The canopy closed around them so that he had all the privacy he needed, but she knew what was going on and let go in a hurry. She moved to the head of the bed and looked around again, "Maybe I should go. I...don't want to be unfaithful."

He could see the longing in her eyes and decided to tell her a small secret, "Erik."

"What?"

"My name."

Christine paused her thought of leaving, knowing that she was probably the person to know his name, "Erik," she sighed, loving the roll of it on her tongue, "I love you, but I should go."

She stood, knocking her skirts off the bed as well. Once he knew she was about inch away, he joined her and stood up, but wrapped his arms protectively around her waist. Christine stared wildly, calmly, and then she rose up again to kiss him. Again, he felt the fire burn within his body and this time, he threw her into the bed. Erik took off his jacket and claimed his rightful place atop of her with another kiss. Heat was all he felt from then on, the cold night was discarded and replaced by the feeling of warmth that only a woman could give. Slyly, his fingers slithered underneath of her and started unlacing the gown she wore. The sleeves slowly slipped off her shoulders and exposed the straps of her corset, soon, her undergarments were the only things on.

To protect her shyness, Erik unbuttoned his shirt and discarded it among the mess of clothing, all that was left on him was his trousers. Christine, feeling a tad more secure, pulled off her bloomers; which, in the process, led to her stockings falling off. The garments were discarded in the pile and, also, her corset; which had been unlaced quite quickly. Erik felt the hem of his trousers loosen and looked down to see her hands working them off, she wasn't shy, she was scared to find what he had down there. Because it was probably deformed too, "Christine, I won't hurt you. You know that, right?"

She couldn't speak, the fright and the pleasure of the thought of him had the best of her. So, she nodded, but Erik wanted her words. She said to herself, Is this what love feels like? Not being able to speak because of pleasure? Feeling full in your heart? These were questions she would soon ask to her lover, "Your veins are pumping hard. You feel something strange, unnatural almost, correct?" she nodded in agreement and felt his heartbeat, which pounded loudly.

"Erik, your heart..."

"I know, my love. Tell me, what do you feel?"

She paused, "Pleasure. A full heart. Erik, you complete me."

Those words made him roar in delight and, viciously, he delved between the crease of her breasts and inhaled strong vanilla and rose buds. The vanilla was his scent which rubbed off on her, but the scent drove him wild and caused him to attack her breasts in his animalistic rampage. He released the soft buds he sucked on and lifted his head. Each of them exclaimed in each other's nakedness, touching and kissing, "Erik, is this love?"

"I believe so. I mean, your feeling of fulfillment... That can be derived from your lover."

She sighed deeply, feeling her way around his body with no light except the flicker of his eyes now and then. He felt shy once her hand had reached his mask and, abruptly, pulled her off, "I want to feel your face, Erik. I don't want any more hiding," he reluctantly let go of her hand and she pulled away the one barrier they had. There was a candle lit by the beside and from the small light of that, she could see every twisted inch of his deformity. Smiling, she reached up, grabbing him by the shoulders, and kissed him once again. Finally, he was accepted, "Erik, I love you no matter what you look like. Your face is only a demise. I can now see the real you."

Her words broke him of everything he had, everything he had planned for her was destroyed once his erection stopped. He went from an animalistic beast to this loving gentlemen within two minutes and something snapped. He backed away from his naked lover and covered his face so that he had some sort of comfort, "I don't want to hurt you, Christine. But this will hurt," he looked around at the canopy and stood up, "I can't do it. I just can't do it!"

The pleasure was already installed in her, she was entirely ready for anything he had planned. But she knew how much she had finally broken him into. So, she tried her hardest, "Don't be a coward, Erik. The man I love is not a coward."

"Yes he is! Your god damned boy is probably!.."

"No, not Raoul," she reached out and held his hand, "You. I love you. And I am so sorry it took me this long to realize it."

"You finally broke me, Christine. I am your dog, now tell me what you wish."

"Make love to me, Erik. I knew you were going to."

He felt slightly better as he took his place on top once again. Security was what she had to offer, and security he needed. She cuddled his head against the plump of her breast and he slowly started to build himself back. He became stronger and he took charge of what she had wanted. Before he was ready to enter, he kissed her all over, making sure he missed not a single inch of her purity, "Are you ready?"

Her nod was just enough and slowly, he slithered into her. He held still for minute, then pulled out and kept probing as blood dripped from her sheath. He could hear small whimpers underneath of him and he felt her to make sure she was okay. She had no scars, but the blood of her virginity was gone as she was no longer a virgin. Finally, the dance had begun and she had no choice but to enjoy him, which wasn't difficult. Past the Point of No Return, she told herself, this is it.

She didn't really know it was going to go by that fast and she looked at a clock, they had done this for an hour. Suddenly she felt the throb in her special place and a whisper of his name took her breath. She felt his shallow breathing and heard her name escape in a whisper. She hot hands embrace and pull her closer, which made her feel warmer. The closer their bodies were, the more lovely the thought of their lovemaking was. Christine had no control anymore and she fell, with him, into a peaceful slumber.

Erik knelt beside his lover, dressed and sad for having to leave. He knew if he didn't leave she would be punished for unfaithfulness. He didn't want to leave, especially after having shared such a beautiful thing with her. The flashbacks taunted him with happiness, but still he wanted to stay. He had to go, it must be done, and thought almost made him cry. His hands clasped together in a silent vow and then he took a hand, rubbing one of her cheeks gently and letting the emotions flow, "My beloved, never forget this night we shared. The beauty our hearts experienced. Please, I beg you, never forget our moments of love."

He stood and watched for a few minutes as she slept, everything else silent. He turned away reluctantly and all he left her was the ring he gave so many nights ago. Christine stirred up and noticed, when she sat, that there was no one beside her. That she was alone and her lover had left. Wrapping the blanket around her nude body, she stood a searched everywhere, finding nothing but this shining ring which she recognized perfectly. She took off Raoul's ring and replaced it with Erik's simpler, prettier ring. Rushing out of the canopy, she ran down the small flight of stairs and screamed out, "Erik, Erik!"

He was nowhere to be found, but in a small corner, Erik hid himself from her gaze. He was too ashamed to look at her, so he fled silently and without her knowing, "Erik, please, come back!" she looked all over for him, but when she knew he wasn't here she fell to her knees and wept, "I love you! Please, I love you so much!" the tears wouldn't stop, she soon fell to the floor and shook with her need. It was cold, she was alone, and there was no light, "Erik...I love you."

She kept saying that, silently wishing he would return and kiss her. Little did she know that Erik stood maybe ten footsteps away, feeling extremely guilty. He decided not to go without her, considering she vowed that she loved him and she even wore his ring. There was no sign of the Vicomte, the other ring was discarded in the lake. So Erik walked over bravely and Christine heard only footsteps, then felt a leather boot, another. She felt higher, long legs, and then a flowing cape behind the trousers. Maybe he was real, but to know she stood up and felt the face, a mask in her hand. Happily, she embraced the man standing before, kissing him over and over to make sure her love was real, "Erik, please, wherever you're going, take me with you. Take me wherever you wish. Please, I want to be with you forever."

"And you shall. Together, forever, my love," with that, they disappeared into the early morning...

AN: Hello again! Tell me if you want this kept as a one-shot or continued. I shall take this as a poll :)