a/n: Thanks for being so patient, and I appologize that it took so long, the past 3 days I could not log in, hence not being able to update! Love y'all for being so patient with me!
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mrs.butler: no, i am sorry to dissapoint some people in saying this, but I am straight and I am a female. I am not offended by the question, but I would like to make the facts clear. I am sorry for any confusion.
LilHikki: your welcome for the update, here's another! and thank you for your kindness and reviews!
RAOUL POV
This time I wake up later then Erik, and find that I am alone. I search the room with my eyes and see no visible evidence of him.
Think.
There was the music, the sweet sound that first made me fall asleep.
Then what?
Waking up and finding it to be after midnight, a long night for the Phantom.
Then?
I woke up here.
Where could Erik be?
I stand up to find that his cloak, a thick comfortable material, very warm, surrounds me. I take a deep breath, inhaling the scent that is uniquely Erik. It's sweet, but not over sweet, just right, perfect. He really doesn't realize how perfect he is; he just focuses on that half a face. The poor man shouldn't be so hard on himself, but I have no room to talk: I'm always trying too hard for my brother. That's why I love Erik, because he doesn't expect anymore from me then that which I can give.
I look around the corner and see dim light coming from in the washroom.
I knock on the door.
ERIK POV
I look toward the door as a knock fills the room. I replace the cover over the mirror that I had been looking into and grab my mask, placing it carefully over my marred features before opening the door a crack. I look out to see a puzzled Raoul. Keeping my naked body completely behind the door, save my face, I smile, "Good morning, Raoul."
"I'm sorry," he blushes, turning away.
I close the door, grabbing a towel, wrapping it around my waist and then reopening the door.
"I should have known it was you," he is still blushing, it just reddens.
"It's fine," I smile.
He looks up at my face, "Were you showering or something?"
"Just washing up," I shrug, "the only water to wash in is the lake. Would you like something?"
He shakes his head; "I just couldn't find you."
"I wouldn't leave you like that, Raoul, not without a note at the least," I step out into the hall.
He looks at me in surprise, "Aren't you freezing out here?"
"I'm used to it," I wave off his comment.
"Are you sure I can't get you anything?" I gesture back into the washroom, "Soap, shampoo, a towel?"
"Are you implying something?" he steps back in mock offense.
I laugh, "Never Raoul."
"Really Erik? Because you know you can just tell me I stink," he laughs as well.
"You could never smell bad to me," I joke.
"I'm afraid that even if you were my twin the smell would get to you," his laughter ends, but the smile never fades.
"So, do you want anything? I promise I won't come out," I gesture back into the washroom again.
"Please," I go back in and he follows me, taking a wash cloth, a towel, some soap, and a small bottle of shampoo.
"Do you mind?" he asks.
"No," I respond.
He leaves again, heading for the lake and I close the door behind him. I shed the towel again and shed my mask along with it. I turn back to the mirror.
Uncloaking the mirror I run my fingers along the marred, red features. A tear nearly escapes my eye, seemingly extra white from the pulled back and red skin surrounding it. I wipe it away in anger. I will not cry, not for myself, not again.
Just then I hear a cry from the lake, "Erik!"
Raoul!
I jump out of the room, forgetting everything, and reaching the lake I dive in.
I surface to see him with his back to me.
"What's wrong?" I yell.
"Nothing," he comments, turning around and I now see he is laughing his head off.
"Why did you call for me?" I'm still in panic.
He swims over, moving one arm over my chest from behind me and the other wrapping around from below, holding his hands together right over the middle of my chest, "I wanted you here with me."
I turn around angrily, "You called me for nothing?"
When I pull out of his arms he gives me a hurt look, "Erik?"
"You did all of this pointlessly! You child!" my words cause him to cower, like a beaten pup.
"Please, Erik, I'm sorry!" he tries, tearing rushing down his cheeks.
"No!" I yell.
"Please," he falls toward me.
Tears start to run down my cheeks now, both completely uncovered and letting my tears run free, "You child! You scared me for nothing!" My last few words come so choked back that they are barely audible.
He takes me in his arms, "I'm sorry, Erik, I'm so sorry."
His tears run down my bare back and in the lake my knees still seem so weighted down, collapsing to the ground and my tears start to run down his back in return.
His tears start to slow, "I didn't mean to scare you, I'm so sorry."
I shake my head, "I shouldn't have yelled at you. If anyone should apologize it should be me. I understand if you do not forgive me."
"Erik, oh God, I forgive you," my tears fall harder.
His hands roam my back, and I feel my tears end.
I lean back and look into his eyes, and instantly my soul takes flight. There is music within his soul that rivals mine, and it reflects itself in his eyes.
"It's alright now," he whispers, "No more tears from either of us."
I nod.
We kneel there, wet from the stomach down, his hair still dripping from him freshly washing it.
I move my hands slowly to his chest and he arches his body into my hands, eager for more than a slight touch. It seems that my lust for him is returned to me. I press my hands slightly harder into his skin, not enough to leave bruises, but enough to feel the quiver of muscle as my hands slide along.
"Erik," he mutters.
I moan at the mention of my name in such a lust filled voice.
I catch his lips in a searing kiss. The heat in my body is not even slightly cooled by the chilled water surrounding me. My hands move along his chest as my lips crush into his. My hungry tongue once again takes its place in his mouth. My hands become more daring sliding lower. Now I'm at the bottom of his chest, his waist now arching into my hands. I remove my mouth from his and nuzzle his neck before kissing him again. He moans, causing my own arousal to grow, as my hands near his, now resting on his stomach. I keep my hands hovering on his stomach for a moment, loving the feeling of longing in his body as he silently urges my hands lower. I comply, meeting first his thighs, down to his upper leg, and then the inside of his thigh. I move my hand slowly up onto his arousal and he arches into my hand, begging my hand to do more than just hover. But I move my hand away. He whimpers and I move my kisses from his neck to his collarbone. He buries his hands in my hair, pressing my face closer to him, crushing my nose into his skin and not caring. I don't care either.
"Raoul," I moan into his skin before gently nipping.
"More," he manages before losing his voice in gasps as my kisses move to his chest, and then to the level of the water on his body.
Then finding my need for release unbearable I straighten up and press our hips together. I feel his arousal dig into my hip and he slowly moves his hand to take my own. His hand, taking me into its grasp, starts to move steadily. The feeling sends my head spinning to the heavens, a light-headedness that is all too pleasant. My body arches into his hand, my hips moving with his rhythm. I feel myself let go, and I cry my lovers name to all those who will hear it.
His turn.
He is so close by the time that I'm finished that the slightest touch throws him closer. So my hand grasps him all at once, his body arching just in time for him to come. He simply cries out, as if this action were causing him extreme pain. I hope it is not.
He is exhausted when he finally catches his breath, and so am I. We both wash up a little before wading our ways to the shore and wrapping the towels around us. He starts to shiver uncontrollably and I grab the cloak that he had discarded earlier to wash and wrap it around his shoulders, holding him still in front of me. He leans back, his hands coming up to hold onto my arm that is around his neck.
We stand in silence and then move away, drying off and getting clothes back on.
Still exhausted we both head for the bed, where his arms circle around my waist possessively as we fall asleep.
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