box five by retroanglophile

Erik followed Raoul to Box Five where Raoul was to watch that night's Opera. Erik slowly crept up behind Raoul and covered his mouth with one black gloved hand, while the other moved to close the velvet curtain to the box. "Shhh..." Erik whispered. Raoul turned in Erik's powerful grip to come face to face with a man he hated, but only to see hot passion in Erik's eyes. "Be still, Vicomte." Erik warned.

Erik slid his hand up Raoul's inner thigh and encircled Raoul's covered manhood, letting a slight gasp escape Raoul's lips and his eyes close in forbidden desire. A satisfied smirk came over Erik's face. He reveled in the power he had over Raoul, and the ability he had to create such reactions.

"No!" Raoul's eyes snapped open and he grasped Erik's wrist.

"No?" Erik asked. "What do you mean by 'no'?" Erik teased Raoul's now obvious hardness, letting Raoul whimper in the sinful pleasure that was erupting inside him. "Your reactions say different." Erik said slyly, brushing his index finger up and down the inner part of Raoul's thighs.

Raoul leaned against a wall of the opera box just as the deep red curtain rose and the lovely voice of the leaned singer began, but it meant nothing to Raoul now. Only Erik's touch mattered. "Oh, Erik." Raoul groaned. "Stop. Please." his voice husky with a deep burning need for Erik's touch.

"Stop?" Erik questioned, stroking harder and quicker on Raoul's inner thigh. Raoul's head turned back and forth against the wall. "If you say so..." Erik stopped his torment and with a slight twirl of this cape pushed aside the curtains and stepped outside the box.

Raoul's reaction was somewhat delayed, but he quickly snapped out of his daze and stepped forward and grasped Erik's strong shoulder, pulling the Phantom back into the box. Erik turned, a smirk upon his face. "Don't go." Raoul said longingly.

Erik returned to the box "I'm glad you came to your senses." he stated. Raoul took a deep intake of breath as Erik smoothly removed his cape and laid it gracefully on the banister of the box. Raoul tilted his head back as Erik stepped forward, removing his gloves and tossing them aside then placing his right hand upon Raoul's exposed neck, stroking it with his thumb, and feeling Raoul's ever quickening pulse. Erik came close to Raoul's face, the Vicomte's eyes closed as Erik slid his tongue against Raoul’s perfect jaw line.

"Erik." Raoul moaned, clenching his fists, longingly.

Erik looked upon Raoul's face, "Look at me." Raoul opened his eyes slowly. Erik pressed his lips hard and full onto Raoul's, crushing in on him. Raoul whimpered into Erik's mouth, deep down he knew what he was doing was wrong, but now, he didn't care.

Erik let up on the kiss, but slowly kissed and caressed each part of Raoul's neck, moving downward and untying Raoul’s bow tie. Again Raoul moaned, and tilted his head back. He had never experienced something so erotic. Erik let the tie fall to the ground and had his hand creep down to the button of Raoul's waist coat.

Raoul hungrily shook off the garment, needing to feel Erik's body against his own, free of anything between their bare skin. Erik ripped slightly at the top buttons of Raoul's shirt, kissing the little exposed chest. Erik moved lower, pulling the shirt from Raoul's pants.

Finally the crisp white shirt was open, leaving Raoul's well developed chest bare, and moving up and down quickly as he tried to breathe. Raoul let the shirt slide off into a rumple on the floor, "Now for you." he said somewhat eagerly.

"No. Not quite yet. I'm not done with my fun, Vicomte." Erik pushed Raoul into a chair inside the box and took to his knees. Erik took Raoul's right hand to his lips, kissing each finger tip lightly before taking Raoul's middle finger into his mouth. Sucking on it hard. Erik did the same to Raoul's left hand, leaving Raoul whimpering slightly and his mind reeling if this was a preview of what was to come later on. Oh please let it be. Raoul thought. Please.

Erik leaned in and lapped his tongue over Raoul's left nipple. It hardened to his touch. Erik let his tongue linger before letting his teeth graze over it oh-so-slightly and kissing his way across the Raoul's now jealous other nipple. Erik lapped again at the other nipple, letting it harden and then moved his way up to Raoul's neck, nipping every so often at his chest. Reaching Raoul's collar bone, Erik licked the full length of it. Then back up to Raoul's neck, letting his lips pause and suck on Raoul's pulse point, wanting to leave marks.

"Erik. Please. Now." Raoul pleaded. Erik looked up at Raoul's distorting face. "Now." Raoul twisted in the chair. "Please." Erik didn't want to give in, but then again, he wasn't sure how long the young Vicomte could last.

Erik leaned back and let his hands trail to Raoul's belt buckle. But he couldn't help but graze his hand over Raoul's still covered, straining and longing hardness. At this Raoul moaned loudly, but it was covered by the high pitched notes of the opera singers.

With one hand stroking Raoul's length and the other slowly and sensually unbuckling Raoul's belt, Raoul gripped the arms of the chair with sweet anticipation. I can't believe this is happening. Raoul thought, but so far this had been his best night at the Opera Populaire. By far.

Erik pulled slowly at Raoul's tight fitted pants, but first, removing the Vicomte's shoes. Then he finished the job, as Raoul's pants came off in a swift movement along with his underpants. "On the floor." Erik ordered.

Raoul looked at the Phantom with a glaze over this eyes as if to ask "What for?" But Raoul didn't speak. He was now naked before Erik, open to anything the masked man had to offer. He would do anything. Anything at all. He moved to the floor, but only to his knees. "On your back." Raoul did as he was told.

His painful erection was in deep need of release as Erik parted Raoul's legs somewhat, letting enough room for Erik to settle and lean down. Erik moved his hands over Raoul's bare hips, causing them to buck slightly with a strong need. "Please." Raoul pleaded again.

Erik's hands slid into Raoul's inner thighs. Skin to skin. Raoul gasped, the heat and touch was almost too much. Gently Erik's hands messaged the flesh around Raoul's manhood, not wanting to fully please the Vicomte quite yet. Raoul arched his back and bucked his hips again. "If you continue that, Monsieur I might have to tie you down."

Raoul's eyes snapped open. Tie me down? Raoul thought. Oh, what a naughty thing. Raoul fancied the thought, but calmed to let Erik continue.

"Good." Erik smirked as he pressed in on Raoul's soft flesh. Raoul groaned in almost pain, but pain of pleasure. Slowly Erik let his index finger glide over Raoul's manhood. It was almost time now. Raoul arched his back yet again, but Erik pressed him down hard. He quickened his pace of stroking and then, just as he felt Raoul on the edge of breaking his stopped.

"Don't stop!" Raoul cried. "No. God no. Don't stop." He pleaded. "No..." he whispered. "No...don't stop..." Erik leaned in and kissed the spot of flesh right above Raoul's manhood. The touch of Erik's lips to that spot sent a rush of heat though Raoul's body and a longing of more.

Erik let up and stroked his tongue down the full length of Raoul's hardness. "OH GOD!..." Raoul cried.

"Hush...Do you want all of Paris to hear you?" Erik asked lifting his head from between Raoul's parted thighs.

"No..." Raoul breathed. Yes. He thought. But he didn't dare go against Erik's word.

"That's what I thought." Erik spoke, and returned to face Raoul's length. Again he let his tongue touch and tease and lap against Raoul‘s soft flesh that made him a man.

After some time Erik parted his lips and put almost the whole of Raoul's large manhood into his mouth. Slowly Erik pulled in and out as Raoul scratched at the floor for something to grasp, finding the hem of Erik's black and white silk cape. He twisted his fingers in it tightly as Erik continued his motions.

In and out Raoul came from Erik's mouth. Sweet, hot saliva ran down Raoul's length, creating a blanket of hot pleasure around it. Farther Erik took Raoul's length into his mouth. Harder he sucked, and the tighter Raoul gripped onto the cape. More moans in perfect notes came from the Vicomte's lips.

Finally Erik gave in and took the whole to as far back as possible and Raoul cried out, bucking his hips against Erik’s mouth and then releasing and spilling into Erik's mouth. His moan so loud if the Opera House had been empty it would have echoed throughout, but luckily it was covered by the final high and loud note of the full cast of that night’s opera performance. Erik pulled out, licking his lips, kissing the tip of Raoul's manhood just as the curtains closed and the crowd below applauded loudly.

FIN!