A/N: Hi. This is my first story to publish here. It's also my submission for Phantastic Homos's contest (tumblr post/102818432831/ happy-one-year-anniversary-to). I must admit I don't really mind if I lose (I know I'm not that good of a writer), I just wanna write for the fun of it. So yeah. The theme of the contest is "firsts", so here it is. A story about Erik and Raoul's firsts... I suppose for now I'll just do a multichapter recollection of their firsts everthing so I can meet the dadline... I'll fill in the gaps later.

WARNING: Slash (male/male) relationship. Possible mpreg. Crosddressing. Fluff. Smut. Drama.

Disclaimer: I don't own POTO. I wish I did. Then I would kill Christine Daaè and have Erik and Raoul be together. POTO belongs to Gaston Leroux, and the vesions I base this fic on belong to Andrew Loyd Webber and Susan Kay.

It was his opera house, ever since Antoinette Giry had brought him there years ago. His artistic domain, if you wish. He had seen a couple of owners come and go, and they sponsored the opera, yes, but it was still his. If something happened and he didn't like it, blackmailing the current owner would usually make it not happen again. That had sadly not been the case with madame Carlotta Guidiccelli, the leading soprano for five seasons, whom he was not particularly fond of. But he supposed the Italian diva was better than the chorus girls, who, as pretty as they were, had no voice, let alone talent.

All but one. Christine Daaè, his pupil of months. She was naïve, young and had a beautiful voice like an angel. But she was perhaps too naïve and desperate for love and approval, being an orphan. He too, was a little desperate for… well… he had given up on the idea of someone loving him long ago, but maybe kind words. His self-esteem may not have been the healthiest, but even then he knew it was pretty stupid to be treated badly only for a birth defect. That of course was not something society thought was true and there was nothing he could do about it, so it was mostly a lost case. Sure, he may have encountered a couple people who thought like him, a good example was Madame Giry and his lifelong friend the daroga, but other than that, luck was usually not on his side when making acquaintances.

But of course, he'd lived all 35 years of his miserable life putting up with it and he was used to either his repulsive face, his repulsive luck, or the repulsive people he'd had to meet along the way. Be it the gypsies, the khanum, his mother… and in a certain way, the corps de ballet with their (usually) made up stories about him. Yes, his guilty pleasure was scaring the pubescent girls anyway, but that was another story.

When he knew the Opera Populairè was changing owners again, he felt… uneasy. Not because he couldn't manipulate the new owner(s) as he wished, of course. It was a rather unexpected situation, especially because he thought the next time the opera changed owners he could make everything in his power to make Carlotta leave and have Christine take her place, but the teenage chorus girl wasn't ready yet! Her voice had come a long way and she sang… in a decent manner, but there was still so much more to work on before he could let his pupil go on to become a prima Donna. And besides, Christine was an immature teenager, who'd fall in love with a pretty face and a full wallet… as expected from any 17 year old girl. She was definitely, in no way, ready to take Carlotta's place. But if he had to listen to Carlotta sing one more note, his eardrums would probably burst, and so help him…

Yes, Carlotta had to go. Like, a couple seasons ago, actually. His mind was set as he watched the rehearsal for Hannibal from his box, Box Five, which he had managed to keep empty for his use until now and was planning to keep that way in the future. He had noticed how Carlotta's assistants and even her mother had recurred to stuffing their ears with cotton to muffle the sound of her voice, and while he thought it was a little too much at first, he thought it was an amazing idea now. He wished he could do the same, but if he did, he wouldn't be able to hear Christine's voice during the rehearsals and he had to judge her constantly.

Just as Carlotta's voice had begun figuratively drilling a hole in his head, the rehearsal was thankfully stopped as monsieur Lefevre entered the stage with a couple of old men who, even from a distance, looked like ordinary commoners who he'd probably catalogue as two gross fiftysomething lustful pedophiles, judging by the way they looked at the young ballerinas. Disgusting, he thought as he furrowed his brows. Imagine his surprise as he heard those god—awful words. "This two gentlemen who now own the Opera Populairè."

There was no way in hell he'd let a couple pigs like them run his opera. No. Absolutely not. First impressions count, and the one he'd gotten from them was bad. Badder than bad. But really, even if they only represented an eventual entertainment for him, he was not willing to let those disgusting old geezers prey on the corps de ballet. Those girls were too… let's say "special", for a lack of a better word, and would probably sleep with them for money. What if all the corps de ballet got pregnant?! There wouldn't be a fucking corps de ballet anymore! His mind raced to all of the worse scenarios possible as his nails dug into the leather of his chair. But then his attention was drawn to the stage once more as a twentysomething blonde man entered the scene. He soon learned his name was Raoul de Chagny and he was the new patron, who was also a vicomte. He didn't look as bad as the new managers, to say the least. In fact, he looked too… innocent. Like Christine. Too young and naïve to be the patron of the opera perhaps. He was sure he wouldn't be an obstacle. He'd probably be easier to manipulate than Firmin and Andrè, those two pigs of new managers they'd gotten.

And as soon as he thought they rehearsal would be canceled to celebrate the new owners, Carlotta started singing again. Why, why, why, why? He thought bitterly after knowing Andrè was a fan of hers. His luck… he hated it. He couldn't take it any longer, her singing. Her god-forsaken off tone singing. He sighed heavily as he exited the box and headed backstage to do something about Carlotta once and for all. Maybe dropping the scenery on her was too much, but at least she shut up. Christine would get a chance to be the leading soprano and he could have Antoinette Giry inform the new managers he acknowledged their presence and expected his salary anytime soon. Not like he actually cared about it anymore, he had made quite a fortune from all those years of blackmailing the owners. But striking fear into the owners' minds was quite a good idea for now.

He'd probably do the same with the young vicomte later tonight, after the opera. For now, he could put his mind relatively at ease as he heard Christine rehearse for her role as Elisa. She too was a little off tone, but now as much as Carlotta, and besides, his young pupil didn't play Carlotta's act of parading around the stage as a peacock so the audience noticed her costumes and whatnot instead of her voice. Which was a huge milestone in her becoming a full pledged prima donna.

Everything was coming along nicely with his perfectly engineered plan. Of course, he was the Phantom of the Opera. Everything happened just as he intended it to. Always…

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