Ok, now this chapter has adult themes. If you don't like them then move on. But you have been warned. also, Disclaimer: I don't own the Phantom of the Opera

Chapter 11

As Erik led Poison though the tunnels he wanted to be angry with her, but found he couldn't. When he had helped her, she had shown such confusion in her eyes and face, as if she hadn't expected anyone to help her, much less him. And as crazy and annoying as she was, she was right. He was purposely torturing himself. If he were going to die, he would have long ago.

When they got to the lair, he gently pushed her down on the couch and stared down at her. The slap he had given her hours ago had faded, but the bite on her lip had caused it to swell. He hadn't met to do that, but she had infuriated him. He kneeled down in front of her.

"Poison? Look at me." He placed a hand under her chin and brought her head up. "Are you alright? Did anything else happen?"

Poison's clouded eyes began to clear. "No. They only hit me." She shook her head. When she spoke again, her voice was clearer. "Why did you help me? I thought you would have left me. The annoying gnat would've been out of your eye."

"As annoying as you are I couldn't allow two men beat on a girl." He thought for a seconded then asked, "You said, that no one would have helped you?"

"If I would have been traveling in a group, all the men, boys, even some of the girls would have beaten the shit out of them. The strangleison and the crack on the head those two got, are nothing compared to what we would have done."

"Yet you said that Stick would not have helped you." Erik was beginning to see past her.

"Nope. He would have tried to fight, so that others wouldn't put him down, but he would have ran the first chance he got. She leaned forward and brushed her lips across his masked cheek. "Thank yo-" Poison's words were cut short as Erik turned his head and covered her lips with his own. She tried to resist for a moment, but it didn't last long. Some part of her had hoped that things could have been different between Erik and her and that hope was becoming reality.

Erik stood and pulled her up as well as she responded just slightly and she felt Erik pull her closer. His body was warm and solid and his lips were soft and gentle. Erik didn't attack her or move too quickly as many of Poison's lovers past had done.

Her body betrayed her as Erik hesitantly pushed his tongue into her mouth and she stroked it firmly with her own. She felt Erik move closer to her, one of his hands burying itself in her black and green hair, the other moving to her waist to pull her closer to him. She gasped when his hips rocked into hers and she felt something firm poke her stomach. Part of her had not expected him to be so forward and less scared, much less attracted to her, even though his approval had shone in his eyes.

Erik ignored her gasp at his movements and tilted his head, pressing his lips to the sensitive spot beneath Poison 's ear. He licked and nipped at her neck and earlobe, Poison's soft sighs urging him on. His hands reached for her soft cotton shirt and found the bottom hem. Pulling his mouth away from her for a moment, he tugged the white long-sleeved shirt over her head. He dropped it onto the floor and made a move to touch her, but Poison stopped him.

She took one of his hands into hers and, starting at his fingertips, she began to tug his glove off. When that hand was bare, she took the other hand and did the same.

Erik looked at her curiously.

"I want to feel skin, not leather, I have always felt leather," she whispered. While Erik continued to gaze at her, she looked him over and then began to unbutton his shirt. Erik removed his cape while she worked the buttons on his shirt. It didn't take her long, and after his cape fell to the floor, he helped her removed the shirt.

For a long moment, they stood regarding each other. Poison felt her heart pounding in her chest. The sight of the Phantom before her dressed in nothing but his trousers and black boots was breathtaking. He was tall and lean, his pale skin looked silky and smooth to the touch. She reached forward to touch him, her hands moving over his chest. They moved to his shoulders then to his face and she brushed a few strands of black hair back that had fallen over his mask.

"Come," she whispered. "It'll be better in the bedroom, in the bed." She took his hand before he could move and led him to her room. Once in there, Erik watched in silence as she moved forward and placed a kiss on the center of his chest. He watched her and then his eyes slipped closed as she slowly ran her tongue over his skin. Her hands fell to his waist and drew lazy circles. She continued to explore him and nearly jumped when Erik let out a low groan.

His eyes opened and he reached for Poison. He stepped closer, kissing her and then moving back so that he could touch her. He ran his hands slowly down her arms and he felt her shiver at the touch of skin against skin. He fingered the top to the black corset, and then carefully unlaced it, removing it, tossing it to the floor. He kissed her mouth as he cupped her breasts in each hand though the black silk of the dress. His rubbed his thumbs over the already hardened nipples; Poison dropped her head back and pushed herself closer to him.

Erik pushed Poison toward the bed. She fell back, her hair tumbling around her shoulders. He pulled off his boots and then he knelt over her, placing one knee on either side of her hips. He kissed each of her breasts, then trailed kisses up to her collarbone, and then took a hold of the hem of the dress and pulled it up and was discarded to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. He kissed down her stomach to the waist of her undergarments. Poison shivered at the feeling. He latched his fingers onto the undergarments and carefully pulled them down her slender hips.

Erik moved his fingers from her ankles up her legs and to her thigh. He stroked the inside of her thighs, getting enjoyment in hearing the soft contented sounds that she was making. He surprised she was moaning with desire for him. He knew he was acting entirely on instinct as he plunged a finger inside of her and she gasped at the sensation. Another finger joined the first and slowly he began to move them in and out of her.

Erik brushed his thumb a bit higher and Poison began to quiver. He stroked a little harder and Poison started to make strange noises in her throat. He continued to caress her and it was more than Poison could take. She let out a harsh cry then collapsed. It took several moments for Poison to open her eyes and calm her breathing. She looked at him curiously.

"What?"

"I thought you were a virgin."

Erik cocked his head in question.

"You have great instincts in bed."

Erik chuckled as he kissed her lips gently.

Poison felt him lower his hips against her and she realized that he was still wearing his trousers. She broke their kiss and pushed against Erik's chest with her palms. She pushed him onto the bed and sat up beside him. She kissed his chest and trailed kisses down his navel to the waistband of his trousers. Once she had reached it, she picked the waistband up just slightly and then brushed her tongue under it.

Erik shifted, itching for her to touch him. She began to unbutton his trousers and pull down carefully and slid them down his slender legs, tossing them aside.

She'd never been this gentle before, but no man had ever given her pleasure before they took it for themselves.

Erik pushed her back and knelt over her again. He was still shaking as he gazed down at her. They watched each other and Erik felt like he should be making some kind of declaration of his heart to her. He opened his mouth, but Poison 's fingers pressed against his lips. She shook her head; there was understanding in her eyes.

He kissed her lips once more and positioned himself, entering with one quick thrust. They found a rhythm together, moving as one. Erik cradled Poison against him as his thrusts became harder and faster.

Poison cried out Erik's name on her lips as she found her release. He felt her muscles tighten around him and the last of his willpower failed him. With a final thrust that pushed him as deeply as he could go, he cried out as his own release rocked his body and he emptied himself within her.

He collapsed against her, breathing heavily, his heart pounding within his chest. For several minutes, neither of them moved. Finally, he rolled onto his side, but not without pulling Poison to him. She buried her face into his neck, breathing just as heavily as he was. Sighing contently, he let sleep claim him.