3 instances when Erik realized that his heart did not fully belonged to Christine…or that he was NOT straight for that matter…
When he saw the two of them riding out of the graveyard on the white horse, Erik could not help but notice how beautifully the vicomte's hair flew in the breeze or how they glittered in the sun. How strong yet not over-bearing his arms was as they snaked past Christine's slim waist and held the horse's reins firmly. As he began to remember how those flamboyantly piercing blue eyes sparkled in the sun, he was snapped back into reality by a fidgety cold breeze which blew onto his face. It was then that he vowed "a war upon them both"…
It was one of those nights when Raoul was sleeping over at the opera populaire, Erik just happened to walk-by on him when he was fast asleep on the desk, documents strewn everywhere. This was the first time when Erik could see Raoul's pretty face up close and he was loving every minute of it. Erik lightly brushed off some stray hair that had fallen over his little foppy face. He slowly brushed the back of his gloved hand across the young man's cheek and noticed how smooth and fair his complexion was. Before he could stop himself, the great opera ghost had gave the young vicomte a small peck on the cheek. Realizing what he had just done, he quickly retracted himself and with a swish of his cloak, he disappeared, a slight tint of a blush present upon his cheeks.
This time, was not subconsciously. Erik wanted to do it, he felt like doing it and he did it. To top it all off, he did and will always enjoy it…Raoul was walking down some deserted hallway somewhere in the opera house alone when he was suddenly interrupted by Erik who seemed to appear out of thin air and crashed him into the wall. "Oper-" His shocked statement was cut short when Erik's mouth crashed against his very own. Erik only parted to breathe but keeping his hands firmly pressed against the young man's shoulder, he muttered "My name is Erik…Promise me you won't tell Mlle. Daae about this." He looked into the vicomte's eyes waiting for an answer. Raoul seemed to be intoxicated by Erik or something because he whispered back with a trace of desire "You know I won't…Erik…" It was a kiss back to the phantom, full on the lips, that full-stopped his sentence.
It was utter bliss for both men.
A/N: There…my first slash…and it's ErikRaoul. Done at my cousin's place during some BBQ party. Started and completed there and then. (: …I'm quite happy with it…
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