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A Dream Come True	By : Devilcherry Category: M through R > Phantom of the Opera Views: 3417 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera nor the characters, they belong to Gaston Leroux. And I don't gain any profit from writing this.

Chapter List
- 1-A Dream Come True
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Words: 4462

Rating: NC-17

Pairing: Raoul/Erik

Summary: Christine and Raoul venture to Erik's home. A mindless PWP. Set
after the events of Don Juan Triumphant.

Warnings: Nothing you pervs can't take.

A/N: I just opened Microsoft Word and started writing... End result
is... This. Partially written with the power of Yoshiki.

Beta: I even beta-ed this... Done by my friends, thank you.

A Dream Come True

�Christine, is this really a good idea?� Raoul
questioned his companion.
A deep annoyed sigh. �Don�t worry. He will like it.�
�I sure hope so! Or we might find our necks draped
with his lasso, or whatever it is.�
Christine chose not to comment on that.
They continued their escapade into the Phantom�s lair.
Raoul kept looking around paranoid. You could never be careful enough when the
Opera Ghost was in question. He really didn�t want to be present when he
noticed what Christine and Raoul had done � whatever it was Christine had
planned.� And not to mention the traps.
�Here we are!� The singer announced when they arrived
at the lake. �Oh, look. The boat is on this side. So that means Erik isn�t
home. Isn�t that reassuring�� She looked at her friend an amused glint in her
eyes.
Raoul just glared at her. �Just get on the boat�� He
grumbled and took Christine�s hand to help her on board.
They glided across the dark waters to the other side.
Raoul almost turned the boat around when he was sure he saw a black shadow move
on the shore, but Christine made sure he wouldn�t chicken out. Raoul tied the
boat to a pole, to reassure it wouldn�t escape. After that they headed towards
the Phantom�s home.
�Okay, now what?� The Vicomte asked as they walked into
the Ghost�s house.
Christine frowned. �We clean this pigsty for starters.
Look at this mess!� She exclaimed and pointed at the massive piles of dirty
clothes and unfinished composes on around the floor.��
The blonde looked around the room. �Maybe he�s a
bohemian in nature� Let�s just leave.� He pleaded but Christine was already
crouching down to pick up the clothes.
�No, we are going to clean and then do what we
originally came here for.� Christine stated firmly. She went outside carrying a
large pile of the clothes. �I�m going to the shore to wash these. You take care
of the papers.�
Raoul sighed defeated and got to work.
It took a while to arrange the many operas, poems,
stories and et cetera to neat stacks near the organ. The Vicomte had read a few
of them and he had to admit the man was talented, a genius to be exact. Maybe
the mysterious Ghost wasn�t all that bad as the people said, if he was capable
of producing such beautiful words. Tormented maybe but not bad.
�Wow, it looks nice,� Christine said as she walked
inside. She had already washed the clothes and put them to dry.
�Can we now proceed?� Raoul asked hopefully. He was
really anxious because the Phantom might come back home at any minute.
�Okay, okay. Alright then, you go to his bedroom. It�s
over there.� She pointed to the door behind him.
Raoul looked at her suspiciously but did as was told.
�Now what?!� He called from the room. Suddenly he heard the door close and a
lock being turned. �What�? Christine! What are you doing?!� Raoul ran to the
door and started to bang on it.
�This isn�t fun, Christine! Open the door!� He heard
faint giggling moving towards the front door. �CHRISTINE!� He yelled but she
was already gone. What the Hell was she doing? This definitely wasn�t what they
had talked, or actually Christine had talked HIM along, about making the
Phantom a nice surprise. Raoul had had the impression that tomorrow was
supposed to be the Ghost�s birthday or something, and Christine had thought
they could make something special for him. But this wasn�t what he had in mind!
He kicked the door huffing angrily and turned to look
around the room. It was quite nice, not as dark as the rest of the house he had
seen. The bedroom walls were painted in warm colours: dark red, brown and�
Yellow? A large wardrobe was placed on the far end corner of the room, and a
desk and a chair on the other corner. The big four-poster bed was in the middle
of the room, dominating the decoration. Its green satin covers looked very
tempting and comfortable. It never had occurred to Raoul that the Phantom might
sleep in a bed. He had more thought of a� coffin.
The Vicomte went to the bed and sat down. He might as
well make himself comfortable while waiting for � he gulped � the Phantom to
come home and let him out. If he would let him leave that is� Raoul bet the
Ghost might not be very pleased to find the man he very little liked in his
bedroom.
The blonde sighed and let himself fall on his back on
the bed. He draped a hand on his forehead and closed his eyes. He was so dead.
He swore he would come and haunt Christine for the rest of her life�
---
Erik was tired. Making havoc at the Opera House was
really hard work. And those idiots, Andr� and Firmin hadn�t paid him his salary
this month, so he had had to pay them a little visit. Now all he wanted to do
was drop on to his bed and dream about a certain blonde. Yes, for some strange
reason the Vicomte had filled his every thought and dream, and some of them
were quite� exciting. The Phantom had tried to shed the thoughts away but in
vain, and so he had ceased fighting against them. After some time he found the
dreams to be very pleasant and not at all disgusting. He wasn�t even sure he
hated the boy anymore. Hatred had been replaced with something else. Erik just
couldn�t fathom what the new feeling was.
He walked along the dark corridor, lighting his way
with a lantern. Suddenly he started and stopped when he saw another lantern
light nearing him. Erik was just about to put his light out when a voice
called.
�Erik?� It was Christine.
�What are you doing here?� Erik asked. He hadn�t seen
the girl for awhile, not since she had gathered him and Raoul for a little chat
a few days after the �Don Juan Triumphant fiasco�. Christine had told them then
that she did love them both but not in the way they wanted, but as brothers. Raoul
hadn�t seemed very surprised at this revelation, though. Erik in the other hand
had been furious. All that he had done for her, all the love he had shown �
well, not in the best of ways some might think � and then she comes and says
she doesn�t want either of them! Erik had accused her of toying with other�s
feelings to get what she wanted: a tutor to train her to glory and a na�ve
gofer to worship the ground she walked on.
Christine, and Raoul too, hadn�t been very pleased
about those accusations. She had slapped him on the cheek and told him quite
firmly that none of those were true, that she truly cared about them both and
that it was never her intention to make them believe otherwise. Erik had looked
her in the eye and had seen the truth in them, and apologized. They had parted
as friends, the only exception being Raoul, who still seemed to be rather
careful around Erik. Nonetheless they had shook hands at Christine�s prompting.
Christine smiled mysteriously. �Oh, nothing in
particular. Just came to see how you were doing, but you weren�t at home so��
Erik lifted a delicate eyebrow. Christine was acting
strange. She was plotting something but the Phantom was too tired to dwell on
it at the moment.
�Oh,� was all he said.
Christine looked at him, the situation getting a
little awkward when both of them kept silent.
�Well, it�s getting quite late so I better be going,�
Christine finally said and walked past Erik. �Oh, and by the way� Happy birthday,�
she said over her shoulder and then continued until the only visible thing was
her lantern�s light in the distance.
Erik blinked, confused. His birthday wasn�t until
tomorrow. He shrugged and continued along the corridor.
---
Erik shrugged of his coat as he went inside the house
he called home. Then he stopped in his tracks, eyes bulging.
�What the�� He looked around the living room. It
couldn�t be his living room� This room was CLEAN. Erik wondered who could have
done this and then it occurred to him. Christine, of course! The Phantom hadn�t
had the time to clean and tidy up recently, so he was very thankful to
Christine. He would have to repay her somehow.
He headed straight to the bedroom. Again he came
across a surprise. A note was placed on the door. He took it into his hand and
read:
Dear Erik,
As you can see
the pigsty you called home has been cleared. I can only imagine how you were
able to live with such a mess! But enough of that. I have a little present for
you and it�s behind this door. I hope, no I�m sure you will enjoy it.
Your friend,
Christine
P.S. And don�t
look surprised when you see your present! I know you have wanted this for a
long time but never acted on it! So I decided to give a little push�
The masked man read the note again and still didn�t
know what she meant. He decided to find out and opened the door. He lit some
candles around the room and with them giving light he noticed something � no,
someone on the bed. He went closer and peered at the person�s face. He froze in
shock.
The one who had dominated his every conscious and
unconscious thought was lying on his bed, fast asleep. The candles� light made
his hair gleam and seem like strands of gold, his face pale and marble like.
Raoul�s lean body looked so beautiful sprawled on the bed. His full pink lips
were parted slightly, looking every bit as delicious as in Erik�s dreams. He
just wondered if they would taste the same as in the dreams�
To Erik�s great embarrassment the sight of Raoul and
the images from his nightly thoughts were making him hard. At that moment Raoul
decided to turn on to his side, bending his leg forward. That position gave
Erik full view of the blonde�s round backside. He couldn�t take it anymore. The
Phantom was going to unwrap his present�
---
Raoul sighed contentedly. He was pressed against
something warm and the hand rubbing his thigh felt heavenly� The Vicomte�s eyes
flew open. A hand?! He tried to turn around but couldn�t. The hand now grabbed
his hip firmly, keeping him from turning around.
�What� Who�� Raoul stammered. Then he realized who the
person touching him was. �Phantom!� He exclaimed.
Erik smirked, leaning in to whisper in the Vicomte�s
ear: �Had a good rest? You�ll need all of your energy for what I�m planning to
do�� The Ghost pressed his aching bulge against the blonde�s ass.
Raoul gasped eyes wide. �What! No! Let go!� He
struggled free from the Phantom�s grasp and started to climb from the bed, but
Erik stopped him by snaring his arms around Raoul�s waist and hauling him back
onto the bed. He rolled on top of the Vicomte, trapping his hands above his
head and leaned down. Their faces were but inches apart.
�It�s futile, Vicomte. You have nowhere to run,
because I would eventually catch you. So just enjoy this moment.�
Raoul didn�t have a chance to say anything when his
lips were caught in a kiss. It wasn�t rough, just lips pressing against each
other. The blonde found that it felt quite pleasant. The Phantom�s lips were
soft and warm and Raoul had a sudden urge to lick them. He parted his lips and
brought his tongue forward, giving the Phantom�s lower lip a little lick.
Erik started when he felt the wet muscle touch his
lip. He hadn�t expected the Vicomte to respond this soon, but it was a welcome
outcome nonetheless. He in return opened his mouth and deepened the kiss by
pressing more onto the blonde�s lips and bringing his own tongue to meet Raoul�s,
brushing them together. Erik found that the Vicomte didn�t taste like in his
dreams, but much better! Like� A strawberry cake. Erik loved strawberry cake�
They kissed slowly, tongues sliding against each
other. Erik released the Vicomte�s hands and immediately the blonde grabbed the
back of his head, pressing his mouth closer. Erik let his own hands travel
along Raoul�s body, pulling the shirt from under the blonde�s trousers and
sliding his hand under it. He found a hard nipple and pinched it, causing Raoul
to gasp into the kiss.
Raoul draped his leg around Erik�s hip, pressing their
clothed crotches together. The Phantom responded by starting to move his hips
against the blonde, rocking them in a slow rhythm. Their movements were getting
more heated and Raoul kneaded Erik�s hair so that he accidentally unleashed the
bind holding the Phantom�s mask in place. The white porcelain slid off, neither
of them noticing until they at last pasted to breath.
They breathed heavily and Raoul opened his eyes
slightly, but soon they widened in shock as he focused his gaze onto Erik�s
face. He wasn�t shocked because of what he saw, but because of what the Phantom�s
reaction might be when he noticed the absence of his precious visage. Raoul had
seen his face before, when he had come to rescue Christine from the cellars.
The sight had surprised him and made him stare, but not in disgust. It didn�t
look as bad as other people claimed it to, just different.
Erik stared puzzled as Raoul�s expression changed from
euphoric to frightened. He took notice the Vicomte was intently watching the
right side of his face. He froze in alarm and brought his hand to his cheek
where he expected to feel the familiar cold and smooth porcelain, but instead
his fingers touched the rough and warm skin of his deformed face.
Erik let out an outraged cry and pushed himself away
from Raoul, covering the deformation with his hand. He turned his back on the
blonde, who still lay motionless on the bed. Erik started to pace back and
forth. How could he have forgotten his own face! How it looked like! He should
have known that the Vicomte would recoil the minute he saw his true appearance.
He was so stupid as to think that Raoul would� He would what, exactly? Return
his feelings? There were no feelings! It was only lust! Simple carnal lust. On
his part at least. But now it was all ruined!
�Phantom?�
Erik started and whirled around. Raoul had recovered
from his shock and was now sitting on the bedside and looking at Erik intently.
�Get out, Vicomte,� Erik growled.
Raoul blinked in confusion. �What?�
�You heard me! Leave, before you�ll find yourself at
the end of my Punjab lasso!� The Phantom
threatened, but it didn�t seem to faze the blonde one bit.
Raoul stood up and approached Erik slowly. �If this is
because of your face, then I don�t care.� That earned him an astonished stare
from Erik. �I would care less how you look like.� I�ve seen your face before, remember. Yes, I
was a little taken a back, but I didn�t feel any disgust. This is just how you
were born. You should not be ashamed because of what other people think of you.
They are not perfect either, no one is.� Raoul took Erik�s hand in his and drew
it away from his face. Erik was too gobsmacked to stop him.
�You are beautiful�� Raoul whispered and leaned up to
capture Erik�s lips in a tender kiss. He had no idea what he was doing, and the
strange, sudden feelings towards the Phantom left him in wonder. This all were
so sudden, yet it all felt so right, as if he had been missing something and
had just found it again. Raoul hadn�t felt like this with Christine. Maybe
that�s why it hadn�t been very difficult for him when Christine had told them
she didn�t love them in the way they had expected her to. The love he had felt
for her� He had thought it was real, but all it was in the end, was a brother�s
love for his sister.
Erik was speechless. He couldn�t even move. This� This
couldn�t be real. He was surely dreaming � dreaming one of his many fantasies,
for he was sure the real Raoul would never act like this � say something like
that! But it felt amazingly real� He didn�t deserve an angel like the man in
front of him, kissing him so lovingly. Erik was a beast! He couldn�t do this to
Raoul� Like he had almost succeeded in doing to Christine; make him a prisoner
in his dark world. Maybe that was what had driven Christine away. It would
eventually drive Raoul away too, so why had he even bothered to act on this! He
must make a stop to this before another angel will be hurt by him.
The Phantom pushed Raoul away from him roughly. �You
don�t know what you�re saying! I�m a monster! You can�t get around that fact!
Now leave when you still can!� He yelled and stormed out from the room. He
didn�t look back and so didn�t realize Raoul followed him.
�Don�t say things like that! You�re not a monster!�
The blonde argued, oblivious to the thin ice he was skating on � that ice being
Erik.
�Phantom?!�
Erik turned and came face to face with the Vicomte.
�Look! You don�t even know my name!� He spat.
�Then tell me what it is,� Raoul said
matter-of-factly.
Erik narrowed his eyes. �You don�t have to know it,
because we are never going to see each other again for you to make use of it,�
the Phantom hissed and went to his organ and sat down heavily.
The Vicomte stared at his back determinately. He
wouldn�t let the Phantom off that easily. Raoul needed some answers first, and
in all truth, he didn�t want to leave him at all. Not after what had happened
between them. He had felt that there was something more than lust involved, on
his part at least he realized.
�But, I want us to see each other again,� Raoul said
softly, walking over to Erik and placing his hands gently on his shoulders.
Erik surprisingly didn�t shun away.
�Please� Don�t be afraid,� the blonde squeezed the
shoulders, starting to massage them lightly.
Erik stiffened as Raoul said that. Was he really just
afraid? Yes, it was fear what he was feeling right now. Fear that if he let
himself succumb to his feelings again, let himself be with Raoul, and then the
Vicomte left him� He wouldn�t be able to bear it. And he was so sure Raoul
would leave him. Just like Christine. Even though they had parted as friends,
he still hadn�t gotten over for what had happened. He had loved Christine, had
wanted to make her his. Erik had thought he had finally found a person who
understood him, the one with whom to have his own happy ending. What a farce it
had been!
�Why
can�t you just leave me be?� Erik asked, his voice wavering.
�Because,
I want to help you. Because I... I love you,� Raoul whispered the last part so
quietly Erik almost didn�t catch it.
Erik
just didn�t hear those three, fateful words. He must have heard things...
�What
did you just say...?�
�I
said that I love you,� Raoul repeated tenderly, and Erik had no doubt he had
meant every word � Raoul�s voice had held so much sincere emotion. He wanted to
say those words back to him, but he just couldn�t. He should have just thrown
the Vicomte out of his house the minute he saw him sleeping on his bed. Dreams
should have been only that � dreams.
Raoul
felt anticipation fill him. He wasn�t sure how he expected the Phantom to
respond. He hoped against hope that he wouldn�t again try to push him away.
�Erik.�
Raoul
blinked in confusion. �What?�
�My
name is Erik.� The Phantom said and turned to look at the Vicomte.
Raoul
gasped and a smile spread over his face. Erik... Erik! It was the most
beautiful thing he had ever heard. So that means...
The
blonde wrapped his arms around Erik�s neck and kissed him passionately, joy
welling in him when he got a respond with the same urgency as his own.
After
a while they parted and Raoul cupped Erik�s cheeks, smiling. Just now did the
Phantom realize he had forgotten to replace the mask! He tried to shun away but
Raoul had a firm hold on him.
�None
of that. I want you, not the Phantom, but you,� he stressed the last word and
drew Erik again in a kiss, this time it was slower and intense.
Erik
wrapped an arm around the blonde�s waist and brought him closer, forcing Raoul
to straddle him. It didn�t take long when both of them decided that simple
kissing wouldn�t be enough, as pleasant as it was. Raoul broke the kiss and
concentrated on unbuttoning Erik�s shirt, but in the Phantom�s opinion he was
taking a little too much time on the task and decided to help him.
The
Phantom shooed Raoul�s hands away and simply ripped the shirt open. The blonde
made a surprised yelp when his shirt got the same treatment. Erik threw the
shredded clothe on to the floor and then attacked the Vicomte�s neck with
heated kisses and nibbles. He earned a deep moan form the blonde in his lap as
Erik started to suck hard on the juncture of Raoul�s neck and shoulder, leaving
a visible love bite there.
Erik
smirked and continued his exploration of Raoul�s body. He glided his lips along
the Vicomte�s shoulder over to his chest, leaving a wet trail behind. He
attacked a hard nipple, sucking and nipping it with his teeth, making Raoul
writhe and squirm in his grasp.
�E-Erik...
Ah! Stop... Stop for a minute!� Raoul suddenly pushed Erik away gently.
The
Phantom glared at him. �What is it? Wasn�t this what you wanted?�
Raoul
cupped his cheeks. �Of course it was, but I just thought this chair isn�t very
comfortable...�
The
implication dawned on Erik and he smiled devilishly. �Maybe we should return to
the bedroom.�
Raoul
gave a surprised yelp as the Opera Ghost took a hold of his legs and stood up,
cradling the Vicomte in his lap. Erik headed quickly to the bedroom, and there
he laid his precious cargo gently on the bed, planning on continuing their
earlier activities.
The
Vicomte couldn�t wait any longer and he desperately fumbled to open Erik�s
trousers, but the Phantom let out a little laugh and stopped him.
�Let
me,� Erik said and got rid of both of their trousers and underwear.
Raoul
let out a hiss as the cold underground air hit his exposed flesh. Erik eyed the
blonde man beneath him with hungry eyes. Raoul was simply beautiful. Without
warning Erik literally pounced on the Vicomte, pressing their bodies flush
against each other. He kissed Raoul passionately and deep, sliding his hands to
caress the blonde�s sides to his thighs.
Raoul
moaned and cried in their kiss, while Erik was doing wonders with his hands. It
felt so amazing. He wrapped his legs around the Phantom�s waist, pushing their
aching hard-ons more firmly together. They rocked their hips, members sliding
between them in slow movements. Soon the action got more heated and fast.
�Ah..!
Oh God... I�m... Going to...� Raoul breathed.
�Erik burrowed his head in the crook of Raoul�s
neck, panting hard. They were very close to completion. Erik quickened his
pace, their cocks rubbing against each other and their bellies, creating a
wonderful friction.
Raoul
was in Seventh Heaven. All he could think about and concentrate on was the man
on top of him � what he was making him feel and sense. Raoul had never
experienced something like this before. At first he had thought this was wrong,
Erik being the Opera Ghost and all, but now it didn�t matter. Raoul didn�t want
this moment to end.
Erik
felt he was nearing his climax, and somehow sensed that Raoul was too. He
captured the Vicomte�s lips in a searing kiss, thrusting his tongue deep into
Raoul�s hot, wet mouth, moving his lips heatedly against the blonde�s. Raoul
answered with fervour.
Finally
neither of them could hold on any longer and they came with a convulsing force,
semen coating the space between them. Raoul fell limb, Erik collapsing on him.
They stayed like that for a while, breathing heavily. After a moment Erik
rolled off of Raoul and settled beside him.
Raoul
snuggled closer to him and wrapped an arm over Erik�s chest, placing a sloppy
kiss on his shoulder.
Erik
manoeuvred the blanket under them and covered them both with it. Then he too
draped his arms around the blonde. Neither of them spoke, both feeling too
exhausted to speak. And they really didn�t need to say anything.
Raoul
closed his eyes and soon fell asleep. Erik kissed his forehead and followed
suit.
---
The
next morning Christine came to her dressing room to find a note and a little
package on her makeup stand. She took the note, curious about what it said, and
if there was clue who the sender might be, although she had a pretty good idea
whom it was.
Dear Christine,
Here is something to repay for the
cleaning of my house. It was very much appreciated, thank you. But I do hope
that in the future you don�t venture into my house without me present. You
could have fallen into the many traps along the way, as you very well must know
already.
As for the present... You were right, I
did enjoy it. Very much actually. Thank you. I do hope you will enjoy your gift
as well.
Oh, and Raoul insists on saying hi...
Erik
Christine
burst into laughter. She was so happy for them, and relieved her plan had
worked � as if she had doubted otherwise.
The
singer folded the note neatly and then turned her attention to the package. She
wondered what might be in it. The only way to find out was to open it, so she
unwrapped it. She let out a delighted cry as the content became visible. It was
the book she had been hunting for ages: Mme Bovary by Gustave Flaubert!
Christine
hugged the book against her chest. She couldn�t wait to read it.

Fin��
��

I really can't fathom I wrote
this... I'm never going to write something out of my butt again. I hope this
gave you a laugh. x)
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