Disclaimer: Please don't sue. I don't own POTO... All I own is an overactive imagination.

Summary: ErikRaoul slash fic.

Warning(s): homosexual content, slash!

Pairing(s): ErikRaoul

A/N: Umm, yeah, thanks for the reviews again! I appreciate it a lot.

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Pass Time : To Take What You Want: An Interlude o-

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By: Lucifer Rosemaunt

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Last Time: Erik & Raoul share their first kiss. Raoul thinks Erik's only doing it for revenge since Christine was hitting on Erik. Erik's dead set on having Raoul as his.

Now the fun begins right?

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Raoul could not stand the heat, sometime in the night he had already kicked off his bed sheets. Something had woken him up besides the heat though. Pulling his shirt over his head, Raoul threw the offending article of clothing on the floor. He would worry about it later. It was entirely too hot in his bedroom.

He could swear that he had been having a very good dream, something about Erik and a kiss. The thoughts of it were enough to bring back Raoul's previous problem at the time.

He pushed those thoughts aside. He wasn't a very light sleeper, but he could have sworn he heard something moving by his balcony. The Vicomte looked towards the doors and was grateful that they were open. It was helping him cool down a bit.

The full moon allowed ample light for him to scan the room for something out of place. He looked towards the balcony doors again in confusion. He had not had the foresight to leave it open earlier. In fact, he explicitly remembered closing and locking the doors because he had felt chilly when preparing for bed.

Raoul looked towards his bedroom door. It was locked as well. One of his servants couldn't have opened the balcony doors.

Sliding his legs over the side of the bed, he barely had time to register the movement before he felt the air rush from his lungs as his back hit the bed. His vision swan as he felt a warm body pressing him down on the bed, immobilizing him.

Raoul shook his head to clear his mind and his sight.

"Wh-what?" he stuttered. Trying to move his hand to settle the movement in his mind, he realized that they were being held down as well by a firm grip.

A warm breath murmured by his ear, "I believe the better question would be who."

The Vicomte knew that voice anywhere and moaned at the intimate position they were in.

Finally, his vision cleared enough to see the silhouette of Erik who was mere inches from his face.

"You didn't think one kiss was enough, did you?" Raoul was certain he could see the smirk on the phantom's face even though it was too dark to really be seen. Erik ground his hips against Raoul's to punctuate his point.

The movement ripped another moan from the Vicomte's throat.

He could swear that he heard Erik purr.

It was then that the phantom grabbed both of Raoul's hands and held it above his head. Only needing one hand to do so, he shifted the rest of Raoul's body so that his legs were not over the edge of the bed anymore.

Erik kissed a trail down the neck of the blonde. At random moments, he would lightly blow until he had the Vicomte shivering under the attention.

"I don't think," Raoul had to struggle to keep his thoughts in order, but he no longer cared. He stopped trying when he felt Erik bite softly into his shoulder, "Yes."

The phantom's free hand wandered lower towards the body part that was screaming for more attention.

Raoul arched his body closer. He needed that touch. He wanted it so badly. He struggled in frustration when he couldn't move his hands to touch the phantom back. He so badly wanted to touch him back. It was perfect, this was perfect.

Everything with this man was stolen. First the stolen kiss and now this stolen moment. This moment that by all accounts shouldn't be occurring, and yet, here he was in pure ecstasy, writhing beneath the warm, supple body.

That warm hand slipped beneath his trousers pumping him in a firm grip. Erik moved his attentions from the Vicomte's neck and chest to return back to Raoul's lips. Raoul felt like he was being possessed by those kisses, and he didn't mind. He wanted to be possessed.

He was so close, but he didn't want to release so soon. Raoul tried to voice his predicament but the phantom's tongue in his mouth was making it rather impossible. When Erik finally had to pull back for air, the blonde stared intently into blue eyes that seemed to shine in the darkness, trying to ignore the strong hand that brought him ever closer and closer to completion.

"Not like this," Raoul whispered. He could see a strange look cross Erik's face, sort of as if his eyes glazed over, not really seeing him.

Erik leaned forward, catching Raoul's mouth in another kiss. "Come for me," his breath caressing the blonde's lips. It was the most erotic thing Raoul had ever experienced. So close to completion, Erik asserted once again, "Come for me, Christine."

Raoul shot up from his laying position his body covered in a fine sheen of sweat. It had just been a dream. He hoped it had been at least. Feeling exhausted he leaned heavily on his arms and looked around for any sign of Erik. The room was still dark indicating that morning was still some time away. He looked around for anything to tell him that it had only been a dream. He genuinely hoped it had all just been a dream. Seeing everything in his room exactly the way he remembered, Raoul slowly lay back down. The balcony doors were closed and locked. Turning on his side, he grabbed a pillow and hugged it close to his chest.

The dream had left him feeling drained and so empty. Most of all though, Raoul could not fight the feeling of betrayal. He pulled his blanket higher. It was cold. He positioned himself so that he could see the balcony doors. Certain sleep would evade him this night; he continued to stare at the doors that Erik had once entered through. In his mind's eye, he could see Erik's back turned from him. He could see the way he looked turning around and moving closer step by step as if he were drawn to the bedside. Raoul pulled the blanket even tighter; he could remember the feel of Erik pressed against him. Not the Erik from the dream, but the Erik who had kissed his cheek and sang to him.

Erik would be the death of him. Raoul couldn't believe he felt so emotionally attached to the man, but it hurt incredibly to think of him with someone else. It hurt to be without him, but it would kill him to be near him and never be able to be close. He should have listened to his mother and gone home, but he wouldn't want anyone around him. It was still an option though.

Raoul stared numbly at the doors. He couldn't feel the tears that silently fell onto his pillow.

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A/N: Don't forget to R/R (Read and Review)!

Talk about a buzz kill! Yeah, sorry I'm being so mean to Raoul. What a nightmare, huh? Hopefully, it wasn't too bad, I tried to tone down the whole scene, but you know, a traumatized Vicomte will help the story somewhat. It'll just make it harder for Erik to win him over. --

So, ummm, five reviews for the next installment. Thanks to all those who reviewed so far. I appreciate it:o) Actually, I don't really know if I need five reviews for this one. It was a bit risqué… ne? Eh, we'll just see how it goes.