Crawl by beckyincharge

“She will never forgive you.”

The boy is weaker than he seems. So weak, so frail. Now he does not even possess the strength to fight back, and can only whimper words of hate, and resistance. Erik can hate, as well. It is almost what he does best, as he works, quick and awkward in a deafening darkness. Raoul is only a slack heap on his back, beneath him, his skin sticky and hot, molded to Erik. The Phantom did not bother undressing. Raoul’s face is buried in the pillow, turned away to hide shame and tears, arms pinned at his sides and sweat beading on his sharp, beautiful face. So beautiful. He is almost more beautiful when he cries. Every thrust clenches his fingers into the sheets, twisting, unwilling to lose himself despite what his enemy has taken. But he cries, when the Phantom comes. A single, pitiful sob.

He does not know that Erik cries. Guilt, as well as sadistic pleasure racks his strong, toned body, and he lowers himself to Raoul in a smooth collapse. Tears come as the heat leaves him. Erik’s tears are silent, but Raoul cries like the boy he is. With a single, affectionate stroke of Raoul’s pale hair from his contorted face, Erik rolls off of his captive. Raoul covers his face with both hands.

The Phantom stares at a rocky ceiling, cast with dark yellow shadows.

“She will never forgive you,” Raoul breaths again, quiet now, and curled in the sheets. Erik touches his face, unmasked, with the tips of his fingers. He wishes.

“No,” Erik says, but he moves to share the warmth of his body with his victim. Raoul does not object. “She will not.” They are silent, again. It is not as satisfying as he once thought it would be.