So, as another apology, I am posting two of these. I know they're short. Trust me, I know. *cries* Anyways, this was inspired by (surprise!) Fever by Adam Lambert. I will try my best to make up for the lack of creativity/length in the future.
Disclaimer: Sadly, I still don't own this. Oh, but if I did…
Raoul chuckled. Erik was acting oddly endearing tonight, and he was pretty sure why. They hadn't seen each other in weeks because of work. Erik had a new masterpiece in the works and Raoul had been running from one errand to another, practically cleaning up all the managers' messes.
Erik growled at the sound, but the playful look remained. He slunk over to the vicomte, purring, "It's been ages, my dear. Perhaps we should retire early tonight...?" Raoul grinned mischievously, unaffected by his lover's anxiety.
"Retire may be the wrong word, love," he returned, "But I do believe you're right. It's been far too long." Erik almost cried his glee to the world; instead, he winked and headed to the bedroom, positive that Raoul would follow and cure him of his restlessness. He had been alone far too long.
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