into the light (wip cont)
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psifi872Erik sat at his desk, moving his pencil with fierce speed and concentration over paper. He was designing a large building, something between a castle and a museum. It didn't matter. His creation would never be built, so it didn't matter what it could be used for. No. What was important was getting the lines of the building right, was creating something of splendid beauty, and, most of all, was keeping all other thoughts out of Erik's mind! He had to work! He needed to consume his passions and let them consume him!
Of course, Erik's passions were varied and his busy brain was quite treacherously refusing to stay on one track. Oh! The building he was designing was magnificent, but other thoughts kept intruding! Music as always drifted in the background of his thoughts...and had become disturbingly seductive. Trembling, Erik grabbed his tumbler of whiskey and tossed the contents down his throat. He poured more, then went back to his drawing...chiding his own outrageous desires.
Fool! He was such a foolish idiot! Bad, very bad, to love Christine, when she was so devoted to her husband, but to love him as well? Falling in love with bloody Vicomte Raoul was nothing short of masochism! All right! The boy had his good points, too damn many of them in fact! Was that really excuse enough for the desire that even now burned hot in Erik's veins...a desire that whiskey had failed to drown? What had become of Erik's intellect...his common damned sense?
Shoving away from his desk with disgust, Erik took another generous gulp of liquor and began pacing up and down. This had been his pattern for the past three days. He would work, drink, then pace, and drink some more! He had barely slept and eaten only enough to keep his hands from shaking. What was he to do? No distraction worked; nothing held his attention or diverted him! He wanted them both damn it! His angel and his shining boy, the happily married pair, once more claimed his every thought!
Erik finished the whiskey in his glass, then stumbled out to the edge of his home. He wrapped himself in his cloak, then stumbled into his boat. He sat down, then rowed himself slowly and carefully across the lake. He made his way up into the passages of the Opera Populaire and shoved through the mirror. Keeping his collar about his face, he managed to hail a cab.
Erik endured the ride, finally exiting with relief. He wanted to be moving! He had kept too still, trying to lose himself in art! He studied the house and yard, grinning when he saw the convenient tree near his loves' bedroom! He climbed, growling softly in irritation when the tree's branches snagged his cloak. He pulled himself up roughly, bumping against the window.
To his surprise the window opened and Raoul leaned out.
"Erik? What in the world are you doing?"
"I wasn't as quiet as I normally am," Erik mourned.
"Decidedly not," Raoul agreed, torn between dismay and amusement.
"Well, I am rather drunk," Erik defended himself. "I've been drinking these past three days."
Raoul shook his head, astonished.
"Get inside, for the Lord's sake," Raoul scolded, grabbing Erik's arm and tugging him inside.
Raoul moved to the side of the window, allowing Erik to enter his bedroom. Erik stood in the moonlight a surreal figure of light and shadows. With difficulty, Raoul suppressed a twinge of arousal.
"All right. Tell me what's wrong," he instructed.
Erik didn't answer, staring intently at the young vicomte. With a shaky moan, Erik moved with unnerving speed, pressing Raoul hard against the wall. He pressed their hips together, then claimed Raoul's mouth in a deep, probing kiss. Raoul moaned as desire flooded him and he responded to the kiss, matching Erik's hunger. Like in Raoul's dream, Erik grasped his hair, pulling him closer. Raoul placed one hand on the back of Erik's neck, resting the other on the man's chest. Erik pulled away roughly, flushing with shame.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean...that isn't why I came, I swear!"
"Erik," Raoul responded breathlessly, trying to sound reassuring, rather than needy. "It's all right. Just, calm down."
"I don't know what to do! I love you both! What should I do?" he asked Raoul, bewildered.
Raoul gazed at Erik, searching his own mind and heart. Since the night of his escape, Raoul had instinctively avoided thinking of Erik. Something had been growing in his heart and thoughts that he hadn't wanted to examine too closely. Now, confronted with Erik's affection, Raoul admitted to himself that he had fallen in love. This new love didn't diminish or change his love for Christine. But, his love for his wife hadn't prevented his growing affection for Erik.
"Erik...I need to speak with Christine. Will you wait here for me? Just give me ten minutes, all right?"
Erik nodded wearily, going and sitting in a chair. Raoul touched his shoulder briefly, before leaving to find his wife. He found her alone in their sitting room, reading. Checking to be sure no servants were present, Raoul closed and locked the door, then sat beside her. Christine looked up in surprise.
"I thought you had gone to bed, love," she greeted.
"Christine, we need to talk. I need to ask you something and I don't want you to worry about my reaction. I know you love me, so just answer plainly, all right?"
"All right," she agreed uneasily.
"Do you love Erik? I mean really love him?"
Christine got up and went to stand, looking out the window.
"Yes. I've tried so hard not to, Raoul, for the entire time we've been married. I know it's wicked of me. A woman isn't supposed to love two men, but I do!" she stated, helplessly. She turned to her husband with tears, "Please forgive me."
Raoul crossed over to her and embraced her gently, kissing her hair. He tilted her chin up and smiled lovingly at her.
"Actually, I've fallen in love with him, too," he confessed. "The question is what are we going to do about it?"
"What can we do? Even if we knew how he feels..."
"He loves us too. He's upstairs," Raoul informed her. "He came in our bedroom window. He kissed me, told me he loves us, then asked me what he should do."
"Well, that is the question, isn't it?" Christine sighed, sadly.
"Christine, I know society would frown on it, but the truth is we three love each other. Does it really make sense to pretend otherwise?"
"No, but how can we be together?"
"I don't know. I just want all of us to share one home and one bed. We can find a way...if we choose."
"Yes," Christine breathed, flushing with desire at the image her husband's words evoked.
Smiling, Raoul took her hand, leading her to the bedroom. Erik sat slumped in his chair. Christine smiled tenderly at him, then bent and kissed him softly. Erik stared at her in surprise, then looked to Raoul, who was smiling happily. He stood to greet them. Christine went to his side and took his hand in hers.
"We love you too, Erik," Christine admitted.
"We want you with us...permanently," Raoul explained.
"Have you both lost your minds?" Erik asked, incredulous.
Raoul and Christine looked to each other for support and smiled encouragingly at each other.
"We love you, Erik," Raoul repeated, coming to stand in front of the older man. "Name one reason why we can't be together."
"I'll give you two million reasons, *Vicomte,* and all of them would quite happily tear your lives to shreds, if they knew what you are planning!"
"The general populace of Paris does not get the final say in my personal life," Raoul countered firmly, then grinned. "You're the Phantom of the Opera, Erik. I'm sure you can find a way to keep us a secret."
"Oh, I see. The logistics of our union is my task," Erik responded without resentment, his tone dryly amused.
Raoul grinned unrepentantly, leaning forward to kiss his new lover. Christine gave a soft murmur of appreciation, reaching up to kiss Erik's cheek. Erik shivered, wavering slightly on his feet. Christine studied her men, then turned and locked their bedroom door.
"All right, you two. Bedtime," she instructed.
Raoul led Erik to the bed by his hand, smiling when Christine joined him. Erik gently guided Christine into his arms and kissed her passionately, pleased when she eagerly responded. He placed gentle hands on the buttons to her gown and looked questioningly into her eyes.
"May I?" he asked hesitantly.
Christine nodded, smiling sweetly at him. Erik shivered and began undressing her. Raoul slowly began pulling Erik's shirt out from his pants. Pausing in his efforts, Erik allowed Raoul to remove his jacket and shirt. While Erik finished undressing Christine, Raoul efficiently stripped and turned back the covers on the bed.
Nude, Christine crawled onto the bed, while Raoul pulled Erik to him. Raoul finished undressing the other man, removing his pants, socks, and shoes. Standing, he caressed the man's shoulders. Erik's stare was hot and appreciative, as he ran his fingers appreciatively over Raoul's shoulder and down his chest to his hip. Raoul took Erik's hand again and tugged him into bed, pushing him gently into the middle, next to Christine. She pressed close and took a firm grip on Erik's manhood. He gave a soft cry, his head falling back onto Raoul's shoulder. Raoul had pressed himself full length against Erik's back and was kissing the other man's neck and shoulder, as he ground his own arousal against Erik's firm bottom.
"Touch her," Raoul encouraged, guiding Erik's hand over Christine's curves and down to her center, then moving his hand to join Christine's in pleasuring their lover.
A small whimper of pleasure escaped Christine as their trio began to move in tandem, kissing, nuzzling, and caressing each other. Erik moved his mouth to her breast, sucking gently. Soon, the warmth overwhelmed him and he came hard, followed closely by his two young lovers. They slumped down in an exhausted heap. Erik was asleep in moments, the alcohol and sex taking their toll on him. Sighing with contentment, Raoul pulled the blankets up around them and nestled into the pillows, snuggling into Erik's back and reaching an arm around the other man to rest on Christine's hip. He smiled, watching as Christine mirrored his movement.
Raoul placed a final soft kiss to the back of Erik's neck. As he drifted to sleep, he thought with pleasure of their future...and wondered how in the world they would convince Erik to travel with them to London! But, that was for tomorrow. For now, Raoul luxuriated in the strong form next to his and the soft, tiny hand on his waist. He, Erik, and Christine would have each other and their different roles at the Opera Populaire; it was more than enough.
Of course, Erik's passions were varied and his busy brain was quite treacherously refusing to stay on one track. Oh! The building he was designing was magnificent, but other thoughts kept intruding! Music as always drifted in the background of his thoughts...and had become disturbingly seductive. Trembling, Erik grabbed his tumbler of whiskey and tossed the contents down his throat. He poured more, then went back to his drawing...chiding his own outrageous desires.
Fool! He was such a foolish idiot! Bad, very bad, to love Christine, when she was so devoted to her husband, but to love him as well? Falling in love with bloody Vicomte Raoul was nothing short of masochism! All right! The boy had his good points, too damn many of them in fact! Was that really excuse enough for the desire that even now burned hot in Erik's veins...a desire that whiskey had failed to drown? What had become of Erik's intellect...his common damned sense?
Shoving away from his desk with disgust, Erik took another generous gulp of liquor and began pacing up and down. This had been his pattern for the past three days. He would work, drink, then pace, and drink some more! He had barely slept and eaten only enough to keep his hands from shaking. What was he to do? No distraction worked; nothing held his attention or diverted him! He wanted them both damn it! His angel and his shining boy, the happily married pair, once more claimed his every thought!
Erik finished the whiskey in his glass, then stumbled out to the edge of his home. He wrapped himself in his cloak, then stumbled into his boat. He sat down, then rowed himself slowly and carefully across the lake. He made his way up into the passages of the Opera Populaire and shoved through the mirror. Keeping his collar about his face, he managed to hail a cab.
Erik endured the ride, finally exiting with relief. He wanted to be moving! He had kept too still, trying to lose himself in art! He studied the house and yard, grinning when he saw the convenient tree near his loves' bedroom! He climbed, growling softly in irritation when the tree's branches snagged his cloak. He pulled himself up roughly, bumping against the window.
To his surprise the window opened and Raoul leaned out.
"Erik? What in the world are you doing?"
"I wasn't as quiet as I normally am," Erik mourned.
"Decidedly not," Raoul agreed, torn between dismay and amusement.
"Well, I am rather drunk," Erik defended himself. "I've been drinking these past three days."
Raoul shook his head, astonished.
"Get inside, for the Lord's sake," Raoul scolded, grabbing Erik's arm and tugging him inside.
Raoul moved to the side of the window, allowing Erik to enter his bedroom. Erik stood in the moonlight a surreal figure of light and shadows. With difficulty, Raoul suppressed a twinge of arousal.
"All right. Tell me what's wrong," he instructed.
Erik didn't answer, staring intently at the young vicomte. With a shaky moan, Erik moved with unnerving speed, pressing Raoul hard against the wall. He pressed their hips together, then claimed Raoul's mouth in a deep, probing kiss. Raoul moaned as desire flooded him and he responded to the kiss, matching Erik's hunger. Like in Raoul's dream, Erik grasped his hair, pulling him closer. Raoul placed one hand on the back of Erik's neck, resting the other on the man's chest. Erik pulled away roughly, flushing with shame.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean...that isn't why I came, I swear!"
"Erik," Raoul responded breathlessly, trying to sound reassuring, rather than needy. "It's all right. Just, calm down."
"I don't know what to do! I love you both! What should I do?" he asked Raoul, bewildered.
Raoul gazed at Erik, searching his own mind and heart. Since the night of his escape, Raoul had instinctively avoided thinking of Erik. Something had been growing in his heart and thoughts that he hadn't wanted to examine too closely. Now, confronted with Erik's affection, Raoul admitted to himself that he had fallen in love. This new love didn't diminish or change his love for Christine. But, his love for his wife hadn't prevented his growing affection for Erik.
"Erik...I need to speak with Christine. Will you wait here for me? Just give me ten minutes, all right?"
Erik nodded wearily, going and sitting in a chair. Raoul touched his shoulder briefly, before leaving to find his wife. He found her alone in their sitting room, reading. Checking to be sure no servants were present, Raoul closed and locked the door, then sat beside her. Christine looked up in surprise.
"I thought you had gone to bed, love," she greeted.
"Christine, we need to talk. I need to ask you something and I don't want you to worry about my reaction. I know you love me, so just answer plainly, all right?"
"All right," she agreed uneasily.
"Do you love Erik? I mean really love him?"
Christine got up and went to stand, looking out the window.
"Yes. I've tried so hard not to, Raoul, for the entire time we've been married. I know it's wicked of me. A woman isn't supposed to love two men, but I do!" she stated, helplessly. She turned to her husband with tears, "Please forgive me."
Raoul crossed over to her and embraced her gently, kissing her hair. He tilted her chin up and smiled lovingly at her.
"Actually, I've fallen in love with him, too," he confessed. "The question is what are we going to do about it?"
"What can we do? Even if we knew how he feels..."
"He loves us too. He's upstairs," Raoul informed her. "He came in our bedroom window. He kissed me, told me he loves us, then asked me what he should do."
"Well, that is the question, isn't it?" Christine sighed, sadly.
"Christine, I know society would frown on it, but the truth is we three love each other. Does it really make sense to pretend otherwise?"
"No, but how can we be together?"
"I don't know. I just want all of us to share one home and one bed. We can find a way...if we choose."
"Yes," Christine breathed, flushing with desire at the image her husband's words evoked.
Smiling, Raoul took her hand, leading her to the bedroom. Erik sat slumped in his chair. Christine smiled tenderly at him, then bent and kissed him softly. Erik stared at her in surprise, then looked to Raoul, who was smiling happily. He stood to greet them. Christine went to his side and took his hand in hers.
"We love you too, Erik," Christine admitted.
"We want you with us...permanently," Raoul explained.
"Have you both lost your minds?" Erik asked, incredulous.
Raoul and Christine looked to each other for support and smiled encouragingly at each other.
"We love you, Erik," Raoul repeated, coming to stand in front of the older man. "Name one reason why we can't be together."
"I'll give you two million reasons, *Vicomte,* and all of them would quite happily tear your lives to shreds, if they knew what you are planning!"
"The general populace of Paris does not get the final say in my personal life," Raoul countered firmly, then grinned. "You're the Phantom of the Opera, Erik. I'm sure you can find a way to keep us a secret."
"Oh, I see. The logistics of our union is my task," Erik responded without resentment, his tone dryly amused.
Raoul grinned unrepentantly, leaning forward to kiss his new lover. Christine gave a soft murmur of appreciation, reaching up to kiss Erik's cheek. Erik shivered, wavering slightly on his feet. Christine studied her men, then turned and locked their bedroom door.
"All right, you two. Bedtime," she instructed.
Raoul led Erik to the bed by his hand, smiling when Christine joined him. Erik gently guided Christine into his arms and kissed her passionately, pleased when she eagerly responded. He placed gentle hands on the buttons to her gown and looked questioningly into her eyes.
"May I?" he asked hesitantly.
Christine nodded, smiling sweetly at him. Erik shivered and began undressing her. Raoul slowly began pulling Erik's shirt out from his pants. Pausing in his efforts, Erik allowed Raoul to remove his jacket and shirt. While Erik finished undressing Christine, Raoul efficiently stripped and turned back the covers on the bed.
Nude, Christine crawled onto the bed, while Raoul pulled Erik to him. Raoul finished undressing the other man, removing his pants, socks, and shoes. Standing, he caressed the man's shoulders. Erik's stare was hot and appreciative, as he ran his fingers appreciatively over Raoul's shoulder and down his chest to his hip. Raoul took Erik's hand again and tugged him into bed, pushing him gently into the middle, next to Christine. She pressed close and took a firm grip on Erik's manhood. He gave a soft cry, his head falling back onto Raoul's shoulder. Raoul had pressed himself full length against Erik's back and was kissing the other man's neck and shoulder, as he ground his own arousal against Erik's firm bottom.
"Touch her," Raoul encouraged, guiding Erik's hand over Christine's curves and down to her center, then moving his hand to join Christine's in pleasuring their lover.
A small whimper of pleasure escaped Christine as their trio began to move in tandem, kissing, nuzzling, and caressing each other. Erik moved his mouth to her breast, sucking gently. Soon, the warmth overwhelmed him and he came hard, followed closely by his two young lovers. They slumped down in an exhausted heap. Erik was asleep in moments, the alcohol and sex taking their toll on him. Sighing with contentment, Raoul pulled the blankets up around them and nestled into the pillows, snuggling into Erik's back and reaching an arm around the other man to rest on Christine's hip. He smiled, watching as Christine mirrored his movement.
Raoul placed a final soft kiss to the back of Erik's neck. As he drifted to sleep, he thought with pleasure of their future...and wondered how in the world they would convince Erik to travel with them to London! But, that was for tomorrow. For now, Raoul luxuriated in the strong form next to his and the soft, tiny hand on his waist. He, Erik, and Christine would have each other and their different roles at the Opera Populaire; it was more than enough.
