a/n: well here is the update after three reviews!
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We reach the bottom of this maze slowly. Time seems to drag so much when you want something but you have to wait for it. I feel like a young child that is having a birthday party, wanting nothing more than to open their present, but having to wait. I'm waiting for the greatest present of all: my angel's love.
When we reach the lake I lead him over towards the ledge, which he has never used before.
"Erik?" I look back to him.
"It's faster this way, come on," I lead him along the ledge; careful so that neither of us slip off.
When we reach the end of the path, I see that someone has already been down here. There is a note lying on my desk.
I put the trunk down carefully and pick up the parchment. On the outside there is a note written in Madame Giry's handwriting:
The managers requested that I pass this to Monsieur Erik, and so here you go. I beg of you, dear friend, please do nothing rash.
Raoul, who has been reading over my shoulder looks to me, "Rash?"
I look at him and grin wickedly.
He nods, "Oh…"
I unfold the paper:
To Monsieur Erik,
We wanted to personally thank you for attending our masquerade with our patron this evening. Also, we would like to ask for you to honor us by coming to our newest production, which we feel you would enjoy, free of charge. Below we have attached a ticket so that you may enjoy one of the finest seats in the house: Box 5. Please consider it.
M. Andre M. Firmin
Raoul looks to me, "What are you going to do?"
I grin, "Nothing much."
"Erik, I know that look and I don't like it. It's not the look of my angel, it's the face of the Phantom," Raoul retreats a step.
I look at the ticket, "No need to worry. Erik will be there, no questions asked, but he won't stay long."
Raoul moves away a little more.
I turn to him with an almost hurt look, "You said you wanted to learn more about the way I live." I look away, unable to see the fear his eyes hold in my presence, "First lesson: I always get my way."
Raoul moves toward me and I look back, a heat starting to build inside of me.
He wraps his arms around my waist, "Always?"
"Always," I growl, putting my face in the bend of his neck and nipping slightly.
He moans and I feel his hands move to my back. The fire within me grows as I trail my kisses down his neck, and when I reach his shirt I simply pull it off his shoulder, continuing my trail. I feel his nails on my back, digging in slightly as they move down my back. At the same time I move one of my hands to the bottom of his shirt, un-tucking it and then sliding my hand up to his chest.
I feel him start to breathe faster and I catch his mouth in a bruising kiss.
He doesn't mind though, so I decide to deepen the kiss and I force my tongue into his mouth, tasting him again. A moan escapes his throat and I smile, still kissing him.
I break the kiss and I look into his eyes. I see confusion along with the love.
"Erik, my angel has returned," he kisses me.
"I never left," my voice is soft.
"But you changed, and it was scary, like the night you tried to hang me," he looks away.
I pull him to me, "Shh, it's alright. You said yourself that I'm back now."
His voice is weak; "I never want to lose you."
"You never will," I bury my face in his hair.
He leans back in my arms and he straightens up, "My angel."
I move him towards the bedroom, my bedroom, and he looks around in shock. He hasn't been here before and I don't know what to expect.
The room is decorated strangely, different from everywhere else. The walls are covered in black paint, with red and white decorations adding a small amount of color. The only furniture in the room is the coffin like bed that I am now used to. The last thing is my piano, on the other side of the room.
He moves over to the bed, and places a hand on the side, then looks back to me. There are tears in his eyes.
"Is this truly the life my angel lives?" I turn away and nod.
I expect him to do anything, and everything, except for the one thing he does. He moves to my side and embraces me.
"My angel, this should never be done to anyone, especially not you," I lean into his embrace.
After a few moments he whispers, "Is there another place a little more… accommodating?"
I lean back and smile.
I lead him into the one place that I do have a normal bed, the one we used the first night he was here, my shrine to Christine.
I ignore the surroundings and instantly take him to the bed. He looks at me and smiles, catching my lips in a kiss that clears my lungs.
He breaks, "I love you."
I smile, "And I love you."
He pushes me back and starts to undo the buttons of my suit, kissing my lips as he does so. As he starts to remove my arms from the shirt he starts to trail the kisses down my neck, as I did to him earlier. A moan escapes from deep in my throat and I feel him pull the shirt off completely.
I flip over and now I pin him down, one leg on either side of him. I move down to start to unbutton his shirt and I start to even pull it off. I marvel at the well-sculpted body and I can't help but bring my lips to taste it. He arches his body towards me and I move my hands to start to remove his pants.
My tongue moves lower, and when I reach his pant line I hear him whimper in delight.
I tear off the pants and he cries out my name. I start to remove my own and I waste no time in doing so.
I move my hands behind his back and pull us together.
He whimpers my name as I move my hand and grasp him. When I slide up so that our faces are opposite each other I feel his body arch up.
I move my face next to his ear; "Do you want it?"
All he can do for a second is pant, but he finally answers, "Yes."
With this I quickly thrust into him.
He cries out, and I hold still, pulling him to me and hushing him. I find it hard to keep my hips still, but for him I will do anything.
I look around and notice that the candles that I had lit have gone out. I pull my mask off and look back at my angel.
In the darkness I still manage to see a slight glimmer of tears on his cheek.
I quickly kiss them away and I feel his hand shakily find the deformed side of my face.
"Erik?" I kiss him.
"I don't mind," I can feel him smile.
I feel that I can not take staying still any longer so I move out of him, carefully. I'm afraid that if I do any more to him tonight I will hurt him.
"I'm sorry, my love," my face is inches from his.
I feel him shake his head, "Don't be."
I collapse onto my side, next to him, my waist still touching his.
I move so that I'm lying on my back and I feel his head rest on my shoulder. I kiss his forehead and smile.
"Goodnight Raoul," I feel him move closer.
"Goodnight, my angel," with this the room goes silent.
When I hear his breathing even out I pick up my mask and look at it as it glows in the darkness. It seems so much to be a prison, and yet I insist on wearing it. Only around one person can I ever feel safe with it off.
Is this truly the person that I was destined to be with?
For now I accept the fact, and I feel myself falling asleep I place the mask on the table, I move my hand to hold Raoul's, which is draped over his chest.
I smile; knowing that when I wake up this man will be there with me.
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