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Post by Christian Daaé on Nov 5, 2007 17:36:57 GMT -5
*Christian was rather relentless in his attentions, using what he'd learned not that long ago to get the desired reaction out of Erik. No rush this time, no need to...though for some reason, the other man seemed to be straining to hold something back...*
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Post by Erik on Nov 5, 2007 17:42:12 GMT -5
*Erik groaned. The boy was a natural. He seemed to know just how to touch Erik, just how to bring him right to that edge of losing control--of his face--which Erik kept having to back away from. But he wanted this, wanted it to work, wanted Christian to love him and be loved in return.
He tugged off the boy's trousers and shucked his own even as their hands seemed to be everywhere at once.*
"You are certain?"
*His eyes were glazed and feverish with need, the effort to maintain his face contributing in its own way to the heat of the moment.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Nov 5, 2007 17:45:11 GMT -5
*Burning hot passion, it goes both ways.*
"Of course...please..."
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Post by Erik on Nov 5, 2007 17:57:03 GMT -5
*That was all he needed to continue. He lay Christian before him on the bed, biting the inside of his cheek in an attempt to stay himself, and descended, painting his body with lips and hands and tongue. Christian did not protest when Erik found what he wanted, and that knowledge alone was almost enough to ruin him right there. But he held on, and he'd been right, so right to wait until the boy was ready, which he clearly was, and Erik wanted to lose himself in that willing, innocent flesh, wanted to stamp his ownership, his love, wanted...
He barely felt his face shift into its cadaverous version, so lost was he.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Nov 5, 2007 18:41:10 GMT -5
*What wonderful bliss. There was a different quality to it, this time, but just as good as before all the same. Erik's urgency only spurred Christian on, and it actually took a bit of time before the younger man realized that his lover's face had changed. When he did, it at first didn't register. It was impossible. It didn't happen last time, why would it happen now?
He tried not to. Tried not to react the way his mind wanted to, but it was extremely hard, and before he could bite it back, a scream of horror escaped his lips and he involuntarily recoiled from Erik*
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Post by Erik on Nov 5, 2007 18:57:06 GMT -5
*Erik seemed to fly back from the force of Christian's shout, his soul withering inside him as he registered both his appearance and Christian's face. He held fast to the wall, as if to hold himself up, before realizing his nudity. And more than that, his face.
He curled in on himself for a moment, the pain of rejection like a physical blow. It winded him. Tears sprang to his yellow eyes and he scrabbled to retrieve some clothing, something with which to cover himself.*
"Wrong, wrong, all wrong," *he muttered.* "Couldn't let him see, but Erik did, didn't he? Should have known, should have known, was too much... What were you thinking, Erik?"
*He shoved legs into trousers and held his shirt before him, head down, as he hurried from the room.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Nov 5, 2007 19:00:09 GMT -5
*No, it didn't make any sense, this was not how it happened before! Throwing on the nearest thing to him--the robe he'd been wearing when he first came here, coincidentally--Christian chased after Erik*
"No! Wait! I don't understand, this didn't happen last time! ERIK!"
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Post by Quasimodo on Nov 5, 2007 19:03:02 GMT -5
((*sadistic cackling*))
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Post by Erik on Nov 5, 2007 19:03:59 GMT -5
*Erik fled, knowing it would be some time before his face returned to something Christian should look at.*
"No! Don't come closer; don't want you to see Erik. You shouldn't have to... And Erik should have known. Leave him alone, and he shan't bother you again."
*He grabbed a mask and put it on, but he didn't face Christian.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Nov 5, 2007 19:09:24 GMT -5
"Erik, please! This didn't happen before, I didn't expect it to--I don't know why things are back to this again!"
*He lunged for the other man, trying to grab a hold of him*
"I'm not pushing you away! You should know from earlier that I welcome you!"
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Post by Erik on Nov 5, 2007 19:14:12 GMT -5
*Erik shook his head wildly.*
"Erik doesn't know what you mean, but he can't..."
*Tears were streaming from his eyes.*
"Please don't touch me," *he said.* "Erik can't bear it now. He will come find you... when he is decent for you to look at."
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Post by Christian Daaé on Nov 5, 2007 19:20:21 GMT -5
*What was he talking about? Shaking with wanting to both become teary and angry, but doing neither, Christian grabbed Erik's sleeve anyway*
"What do you mean? You came to me earlier! You met me at Perros--you cannot possibly say you don't remember!"
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Post by Erik on Nov 5, 2007 19:22:06 GMT -5
*He was shaking now with anger and shame and confusion.*
"No... no, Erik doesn't know what you mean... Please DON'T TOUCH ME!"
*He wheeled around and grabbed the nearest door, which he opened then slammed after him, only then realizing it was Julian's room.*
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Post by Christian Daaé on Nov 5, 2007 19:31:19 GMT -5
*Christian pounded ineffectually at the door for a moments*
"How can you say that?! After what--"
*His voice cracked, and he let his hands drop to his sides, now simply staring at the closed door*
"I see."
*Not knowing that tears now freely fell, he turned around and went back into the lair, quickly donning a change of clothes before leaving the place with a slam of the door. Unmindful of where he was going, he simply wandered off into the cellars*
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Post by Pina on Nov 5, 2007 19:39:11 GMT -5
*Pina nearly ran into him, unnerved after her confrontation in the hall with that girl. She glanced up, swore again, not in the mood to meet up with any more people.*
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