"Music Of The Night"

::Disclaimer:: I do not own the Phantom of The Opera or Yu-Gi-Oh in any way.

“Phantom of The Opera/Music of the Night”

[Erik]: Malik
[Christine]: Ryou
[Minor: Joey: Joseph Buquet
Seto: Carlotta]


Down the dark corridor and to the left, turning past the eerie sentries the suits of armor stood, as through the blackness unmatched by the most dismal of the nights, Ryou was lead, and fear did engulf him, though that was quickly overthrown to intrigue. His eyes darted around nervously from top to bottom, corner to corner, absorbing all of its discreet beauty and undefined majesty. A gust of cold wind and the dank odor surrounded Ryou, the cold briefly stinging his pale, though a source of warmth did caress him, and seemed to make the cold vanish into nothing more then nothingness. Down these austere passageways, Ryou was lead by a hand, a hand clad in a smooth and shiny leather glove. Long fingers fitted perfectly within its leather casing, and those fingers further found something to match and fit it perfectly, Ryou's hand. He clung to the opposing hand possessively as they traveled further down, down into what it seemed, the depths of Hell.

The ashen haired boy, who was astounded by all he had seen, allowed his thoughts to rampage and wander, as he was led faithfully into the dark sanctuary.

"In sleep, he sang to me, in dreams, he came, that voice which calls to me, and speaks my name." His eyes wandered, as his mind did, which is where the nickname and the catchy little rhyme of Little Lottie seemed to suit him in the most appropriate way. His chestnut orbs finally focused on one object and one alone, and that was the ebony clad figure before him, walking in long strides before him. He could only see one side of his face, and that side was covered by a glossy ivory mask. He remained silent, though within his mind, he still questioned the situation with careful consideration. "And, do I dream again? For now I find the phantom of the opera is there, inside my mind..."He could never believe that before him, was a figure who had only pleasantly ensnared his dream. He was a beautiful plague, really, as Ryou's soul was filled with a sweet, sweet sound whenever his voice would grace Ryou's ears and engulf his senses in a sensational vice.

The corridors seemed endless, but soon, they approached a small flight of stairs, only about three or four stairs, lead the two to a sight that reduced Ryou to being a tad more dumbfounded then he already was. A beautiful white stallion awaited the two, as with sleek and fluid movements, the masked one helped the frail and fragile frame of Ryou up onto the horse's steady back, as he took the reigns and began to lead him deeper and deeper into the dark depths of Hell. He was silent until now, when in a voice that would mock the angelic chorus, strong and heavenly, asked but one favor of his newest guest.

"Sing once again with me, our strange duet!" With a soft smirk, he looked up to the one riding high upon the faithful steed. "My power of you grows stronger yet!" And, in fact, it was true, as the look in Ryou's eyes was rather empty, as if clinging to his every word, though Ryou couldn't help but feel as something was missing, as he looked over his shoulder at the hall's worn and cracked face. "And, though you turn from me to glance behind, the phantom of the opera is there, inside your mind." What Ryou was looking for was nothing more then an invisible excuse not to surrender his body to his angel, the angel of music.

Soon, Ryou would dismount the horse by the phantom’s gentle and always helping hands. Almost immediately, Ryou was greeted by a lake, smog gently covering its glassy face. His auburn eyes stared dreamily at its serene and undisturbed beauty, though his thoughts were interrupted, as the other figure’s hand rested gently upon Ryou’s shoulder, pointing to a small boat, looking like an Italian gondola, just a tad more on the gothic side. Soon, the two were gliding across the lake seduced with fog, and with this, it looked as if they were gliding over whimsy clouds and into a kingdom of darkness, darkness.

Ryou knew the stories of the Phantom of the Opera, and how feared he was around the Opera House. One of the many residents, one by the name of Joseph Wheeler, had always described his skin as the dried and flakey tan of burned parchment, and his eyes, as abysmal and distant, filled with such an immense hatred and wanting to kill, draw blood for those who had shunned him. According to Mr. Wheeler, if one was not careful, they would feel the wrath of his magical lasso, though Ryou believed not Joseph, as he was a known drunk, bloodshot eyes telling such stories of pity and unbelievable fairy tales.
“Those who have seen your face draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear,”

“It’s me they hear.” He hummed out in response to the other. Together, the two sang, only a slight difference in harmony.

“Your spirit and my voice.”/ “My spirit and your voice, in one combined. The Phantom of the Opera is there, inside my mind.” They continued to drift across the lake as Ryou began to harmonize with all around him, the Phantom grinning at his angel’s sweet voice.

“Sing, my angel of my music.” He continued, his voice lifting just a bit higher. “Sing, my angel. Sing for me!” Ryou continued on with a higher not, the sound echoing through the hollowed caverns of the sanctuary which housed a forgotten soul. As they entered the mainland, candles emerged from the water, small flames burning with such pride, dozens following after the first. “Sing for me!” He commanded once more in a strong tone, as Ryou corresponded with a note unmatched by any other performer with such perfection. Just as that note was hit, the small boat came to a halt, docking on a small, which looked like, an island covered with random clutter, desks overflowing with papers and models of what looked like the main stage, mannequins with the corresponding side of their face covered by the same mask that was worn by the keeper of all of this clutter, the Phantom Of The Opera. With sleek, swift movements, he removed his cape and tossed it down, again, lifting his voice to express to Ryou what he had to say through music.

“You have come here for one purpose and one alone. Since the moment I heard you sing, I have needed you with me, to serve me, to sing for my music…my music.” He outstretched his arms to show exactly what he was referring to. Elevated from the rest of his domain was an organ, papers covering most of the surrounding area, but not just any papers, sheet music. He was a composer, from what Ryou could see. He only nodded, as he finally got a good look at the one side of his face not covered by the mask. His skin, unlike what Joseph had said, was a beautiful copper tone, and his eyes, not abysmal, but lively, a glittering lilac. Caressing his slender cheekbones was golden blond tresses, looking as if made with the finest silk. He stood proudly, beginning to sing one of the many songs he had written, with help of the music of the night.

“Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation. Darkness stirs and wakes imagination. Silently the senses abandon their defenses.” He paused, extending a hand to Ryou. Shyly, he allowed his pallid palm to greet the Phantom’s, as the masked one pulled him up onto the elevated platform, housing the organ. “Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor. Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender. Turn your face away from the garish light of day; turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light, and listen to the music of the night.” Ryou’s amazement never did seize, watching his ‘kidnapper’s’ graceful movements and listening to that intoxicating voice. He took a few apprehensive steps towards the blonde, as he continued to twirl around and display the beauty which surrounded him.

“Close your eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams.” Ryou did, closing his eyes and allowing his mind to focus upon the described elegance of what he spoke about, this music of the night. “Purge your thoughts of the life you knew before. Close you eyes and let your spirit start to soar and you’ll live as you’ve never lived before.” He slid his body towards Ryou’s, coming from behind him and wrapping his strong arms around Ryou’s frail frame, as his back arched from this new encounter. He soon allowed his body to relax against the phantom’s, as he continued to sing of his music, whispering sweetly into his ear.

“Softly, deftly, music shall cress you. Hear it, feel it, secretly posses you. Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind, in this darkness that you know you cannot fight; the darkness of the music of the night.” Ryou took a deep breathe in and released it, feeling each and every sensation that the tanned one had described. His lips barley fluttered against Ryou’s earlobe, as his messages of the night continued.

“Let your mind start to journey through a strange new world! Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before! Let your soul take you were you long to be!” He paused, setting his lips upon Ryou’s neck, whispering in such an innocent pleading tone. “Only then, will you belong to me…” Ryou’s eyes widened, feeling his warm breathe molests his ear, and now, an even warmer, softer sensation upon his neck. Before he knew it, the blonde had taken his hands and guided them up towards his bare cheek, his own free hand tracing along each nook and cranny of Ryou’s figure, his slender waist, his firm stomach, and what lay below the waist, something that had reacted quite well to the attention given to it. He added a slight sway to his stance and with Ryou in his arms, he continued.

“Floating, falling, sweet intoxication. Touch me, trust me, savor each sensation.” His rather large and still gloved hands slowly and sweetly molested Ryou’s trim body, as his head leaned back against the phantom’s shoulder, enjoying all of this pleasure inflicted upon him. His eyes fluttered shut as he continued basking in all that was provided for him.

Sadly, the blonde shied away, his visible lavender orb sparkling with wonder. “Let the dream begin! Let your darker side give in to the power of the music that I write, the power of the music of the night!” With that, something transpired that the blonde had never though to happen, stranger then he had dreamt it, but suddenly, Ryou’s lips were latched onto his! He dared not hesitate, as his lips pressed back with bruising force against Ryou’s. They locked lips for quite a while, the Phantom’s tongue plotting an invasion into Ryou’s warm territory. Their tongues battled in a fervent battle, though the ashen haired one pulled away after a few moments, panting.

“My angel of music.” He whimpered, his body clinging closely to the blonde’s. “I have waited to see your face, waited to meet the being who stole my heart.” His breathe hitched up, as a goofily sexy smile surfaced. “I mean, you’re the one who inspired me to sing, and I want to thank you…”

“Thank me?” Questioned the Phantom, before a devilish smirk danced upon his own lips, as he slowly lead Ryou over to where all of the magic would transpire if he hadn’t been alone for all the time he was.

“P-phantom?”

“Please, call me by my real name. It has been so long since one has.”

“Y-yes…”

“Malik.” He whispered, leading him to a beautiful golden bed in the shape of an elegant swan, wings cradling silken sheets. The Phantom, Malik, gently pushed Ryou down upon the swan’s protected area, starting rather hastily by kissing his neck. Ryou’s lips parted to allow a whimper to escape, as Malik continued to pleasure Ryou’s neck with teasingly nibbles and fervent suckling. His hands moved about his body, reaching up and under the sheer nightclothes Ryou wore. His hands were a tad cold, so as his fingertips traced along Ryou’s nipples, then soon painfully tightened into rock hard nubs, which Malik promptly enjoyed flickering back and forth with his fingers. He pinched them as well, though foreplay grew rather boring for the blonde rather quickly. With force, he removed the nightshirt and tossed it to the ground, as it was a nuisance and not needed. His lips, like magnets, immediately suctioned onto the hardened nub, as Ryou squirmed from under him, gripping the bed sheets with somewhat impressive force. His fingers turned white from the lack of circulation, though his moans continued to flourish.

“Mmm…M-Malik!” Moaned out Ryou, his back arching in ways an acrobat would have been thoroughly jealous of. Malik’s saliva warmed the nubs, as he continued to lather them up, tracing circles about and around the vicinity of the throbbing nipples.

His hand, on the other hand, headed south, as it slipped under the thin sleeping pants, as his target was immediately found, his work already done for him. Ryou’s member was already throbbing with anticipation, as hard as the stone walls which kept them down in the dungeon of loneliness and woe, though now altered to be a palace of pleasure. Malik looked upon his beautiful prize with hungry eyes as he immediately began to stroke the hardened appendage, causing Ryou to moan out more, the name of the Phantom, and his back to arch in ways that defied most models of the human body. He teased it, did Malik, running his leather clad index finger along the very head of Ryou’s member, grasping the base and stroked it with careful force, rotating his wrist from left to right and back again, to give his strokes a slight spin. The tanned one looked up to see Ryou biting down on his bottom lip, trying to hard to sustain the calls of pleasure, the mating call of ecstasy.

“Ryou, my angel of music, sing for me…sing for me the melody of pleasure and the notes of ecstasy.” He stroked harder and harder, the curve in his wrist becoming sharper. Ryou couldn’t hold it in anymore, as his lips parted and soft, pleasurable moans exited. This made Malik quicken his stroking, and Ryou’s breathing hitching up, as his moans hit a pitch which mocked his singing earlier.

Malik stopped suddenly, as Ryou was in mid moan when the pleasure was halted. “M-malik?” He whimpered, biting his tongue so not to say ‘Keep going!’ His violet eyes shimmered exotically as he removed his gloves carefully, along with his shirt and his pants, yet after his pants were removed, Ryou’s eyes immediately darted to the tanned appendage in all its erected glory; such a glorious piece of flesh, throbbing with such anticipation for the upcoming actions.

With careful fingers and strong hands, Malik pushed back Ryou’s legs, examining the blushing pink entrance and the surrounding area, even smirking at the minimal amount of pubic hair lining Ryou’s groin. “Such a delicate creature.” Hummed Malik, guiding his index finger to trace along his soft pink entrance, watching Ryou squirm in delight. “I must be careful with you.” With a small bit of force, he entered his index finger into his angel, moving it in a slow, circular motion. Ryou fidgeted and whimpered, moaned and panted, gripping the silk sheets with the talons of a hunting hawk. “You are very tight, Ryou. Can it be that my angel of music is also an angel of purity?” Another finger slithered in, now creating a sensual scissoring motion. This caused Ryou to squeak out once more, much to Malik’s chagrin. A third finger was added, as Malik now moaned himself, feeling the muscles in Ryou’s tight entrance tighten around his intruding fingers. He swirled the trio around within his partner, as he continued to moan and whisper out such phrases as ‘Oh Ra’ and ‘More, Malik, more.’

He withdrew his fingers and licked the residue from his fingers. “Are you ready?” Asked Malik, as a nod was Ryou’s only reply. “If I hurt you at any time, please, you must ask me to stop.” Again, he nodded. “My angel…” Were his final words as he slid his hardened man flesh within Ryou’s still tightened entrance. Letting out a loud, exasperated gasp, already shifting around on the bed to try and ease the painful pleasurable sensation slowly. Malik looked quite worried, as he watched the look on Ryou’s face contort from one of joy, to pain, to just plain tolerable. He began at a very slow pace, rocking his muscled frame in and out of Ryou’s tightened entrance. Ryou let out trifle moan as the sensation started to become more pleasurable and less painful.

As Malik saw Ryou’s face start to melt into one of enjoyment, he quickened his pace. The change was quite noticeable, as Ryou continued to moan out more and more with each thrust. Malik could feel his member being suffocated by the tightly squeezing muscles, though he enjoyed it. Looking down, all Malik could see through his half lidded gaze was Ryou’s face, now soaked in a thin, barley visible layer of sweat, jaw hanging slack as more moans were to exit and echo throughout the hollow corridors of the phantom’s sanctuary. Malik enjoyed this thoroughly, as his pace quickened, Ryou’s moans escalating.

Ryou threw his arms up and interlaced each slender finger with his partner’s golden locks, massaging his scalp and at times, accidentally pulling a tad too hard as he threw his body back. Surging through him was the pleasure of a thousand kisses, the flourishing feeling of a thousand sweet embraces, everything just blended into one beautiful feeling, that in which on the phantom could provide for him. He squeaked once more as Malik’s hands ran up the length of his chest and pinched his blushing nipples, flickering them wildly.

Faster and faster Malik pushed into Ryou, the ashen haired one’s moans becoming louder and louder as time progressed. Suddenly, Ryou began screaming. Malik thought the pain had seduced Ryou, though that was hardly the case.

“My Gods, Malik! Right there!” He threw his body into spastic convulsions, trying so hard to get the most pleasure possible from Malik’s actions. “M-Malik! Harder! Harder!”

Taken aback by such forceful demands by his sweet angel, he gladly obeyed and pushed all of his weight into that one spot, that one, single spot that made Ryou scream as passionately as he did. Ryou’s auburn orbs shut tightly, tears gliding down the corners of his eyes, as this beautiful pleasure had but taken over his body. Harder, faster, stronger, Malik pushed into Ryou, hearing his symphonic cries of bliss. This only affected him further, as he felt his lower half tremble and tighten, signaling for an eminent and upcoming release.

“Mmmm…R-ryou…I’m gonna…”

“Oh! Oh, please, Malik! Fill me!”

And, with that, Malik, with a thunderous grunt, released himself into Ryou, allowing everything to soil his partner. He halted, though proceeded to push into Ryou a few more times, as if to assure that everything was released, and Ryou was satisfied.

As, he was. He lay, panting under Malik’s beautiful muscular body. His body spasmed a bit as Malik made this last few thrusts, and promptly collapsed atop the thinner of the two.

“M-malik, my phantom, that was incredible…” He looked up into the one shimmering lavender orb, noticing that still, Malik’s mask was undisturbed. Curious, Ryou reached up and placed his hand upon the ivory mask, though Malik’s hand quickly took Ryou’s hands away.

“In due time, Ryou…I’m not ready to reveal my self to you yet, as I am afraid you still think as they do and shun me.”

“I never would, Malik…but…I understand.”

The two lay together in the bed of silken dreams. Ryou slept soundlessly, as Malik lay beside him, softly singing to him lullabies, as if to ease him into a place of childish longings, and endless talk of summertime and joys that would be experienced with the song you loved.

“You alone can make my soul take flight.” He placed his hand at his mask, slowly peeling it from his face. What damage had been made to Malik’s face was irrelevant at this point, as he knew, by his lover, he would not be denied, and he would be loved. “Help me make the music of the night…” And softly, he fell into a slumber, for the first time, without his mask and without fear that he would be rejected, for he had his angel, and his angel, his phantom.