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Erik didn’t miss how Raoul’s cheeks flushed when he put his hand on his throat, or how his pupils blew so much that the color of his iris was eclipsed. And he certainly didn’t miss the soft moan that exited his throat. Raoul froze the moment the soft sound escaped, his eyes wide, and not just from fear.
Erik’s brain stuttered for a moment, unable to think for a fraction of a second. But then he thought of an alternative to his original plan… It might be easier to get Christine than he thought. All he had to do was play with Raoul a little. And, Erik thought, his eyes drifting down his old rival’s body to the slight tent in his pants, It’s not exactly a hardship. The years had taken a toll on Raoul- as it did with Erik- showing through creases under the eye and slight graying of his facial hair. Erik could see that Raoul was also not as physically fit as he once was, most likely due to the excess drinking that Raoul seemed to be making a habit of.
“You like this, don’t you?” Erik asked, drawing his words out slowly and deliberately, while tightening his grip on Raoul’s throat. The flush on Raoul’s cheeks darkened and spread to the rest of his face. His breath came out in sharp wheezes, but not once did he struggle or ask Erik to let go.
Raoul stayed silent and his eyes slowly started to drift shut. “Well?” Erik demanded, shaking him slightly, “I asked you a question.”
“Yes,” Raoul said, unable to speak loudly with the pressure against his vocal chords.
“Yes, what?”
Raoul glared at him, knowing Erik was just messing with him at this point. “Yes I like it. I like your hand at my throat, pinning me down so I can’t move. In complete control.”
Erik swore softly, feeling his cock stir in his trousers. He had to resist the urge to palm himself.
“I wonder what you would let me do to you,” Erik said idly, pretending to be distant. Raoul whimpered, the sound almost intoxicating to Erik’s ears.
Erik stared Raoul intently in the eye as he began to slowly unbutton Raoul’s waistcoat and the shirt underneath. Raoul, to his credit, did not falter- staring Erik in the eye with hatred that burned so brightly it burned itself into his cornea. Erik hoped that Raoul would remember every detail of this, just as Erik would.
By the time Erik finished unbuttoning his shirt, Raoul was squirming on the counter.
“I know you’re uncomfortable right now,” Erik said calmly, “Your back should be getting sore by now from this position. A bar counter typically isn’t the most comfortable place to lay down- or in your case, be held down.” Raoul shifted, gritting his jaw at Erik’s words.
“Luckily,” Erik said, leaning down to whisper in his ear, “I don’t care.” Raoul let out another moan as Erik unfastened his pants and shoved them down to his ankles. Raoul was almost completely bare in the empty barroom while Erik was still fully dressed. Instead of doing anything, Erik took the moment to admire Raoul. His cock jutted out, flushed a dark red that contrasted with his light skin. He avoided Erik’s examining gaze, face flushing even redder with embarrassment.
“Harder,” Raoul said, his voice raspy but no less clear for it. Erik’s eyebrows rose at Raoul’s request.
“Of course, my dear Vicomte,” Erik said smoothly, “Anything for you.” He obliged and delighted in the way that Raoul’s eyes rolled back in his head. The sight made Erik harder than he wanted to admit.
“Please,” Raoul said, his voice so faint from lack of oxygen and energy it was hardly a whisper.
“Please what?” Erik asked mockingly. Raoul glared at him before glancing down to gain courage.
“Take me.”
Erik’s brain short circuited again. …I did not expect this. Nothing about this situation was expected, least of all Raoul’s enjoyment. Maybe he was actually doing Christine a favor… Erik shifted his attention from the futile practice of trying to justify his actions back to the man he had underneath him. When his brain refocused, he realized there was a long pause after Raoul’s statement.
“…Beg for it.” Erik’s voice wasn’t quite a growl, a little softer, but no less threatening. He loosened his grip on Raoul’s throat just enough for him to speak. It took less prompting than Erik expected.
“… Please, I want you to take me until I can’t walk without feeling you inside me. Hold me down so there’s nothing I can do. I want you to fuck me until I’m bleeding- fu-”
Erik let out a groan of his own at Raoul’s words. He unfastened his own pants and was prepared to sink into Raoul when he hesitated.
“I- I don’t have anything with me,” Erik said, stuttering and unsure of himself for the second time during this arrangement. His hand involuntarily loosened around Raoul’s neck.
“What part of ‘fuck me till I’m bleeding’ did you not understand?” Raoul growled. Erik had to stifle another moan as he obeyed, sinking slowly into Raoul’s tight heat inch by inch. It felt dry and slightly uncomfortable, but he would put up with it if it was what Raoul wanted. God- what was he even doing? What is wrong with me? Erik- almost gently- rocked into him, making sure not to hurt him. The level he went to not to hurt Raoul was absurd, so much so that Erik began to grow irritated with himself.
“Stop.” Erik froze, halfway out of Raoul and halfway to panicking that he hurt him. “Don’t be gentle, I said- ah- bleeding, remember?”
He obeyed, pulling almost completely out of Raoul’s ass, then slamming back in. Raoul let out a strangled scream of pain and pleasure. At one point, Raoul tried to reach down to help himself get off, but Erik blocked his hand.
“No touching, only I can make you come.” A moan was Erik’s only answer. As Erik fucked Raoul over the bar counter, he sent out a quick thank you to himself that he remembered to lock the door to the bar. Raoul let out a stream of moans and ‘harder’s’ until Erik tightened his hand around his throat to reduce them to whispers.
When he felt himself getting close, he reached down to stroke Raoul.
“Come for me,” he growled low in his ear, tightening his grip almost to the point of asphyxiation.
Raoul’s eyes rolled back in his head as he came harder than Erik suspected he ever came. Seconds later, Erik came inside Raoul. He rested there for a moment, catching his breath, before pulling out. He grimaced when he realized that a splatter of Raoul’s come had made it onto his waistcoat. Erik fastened his pants and straightened out his shirt and jacket, making it unapparent that anything happened. Raoul lay there, supporting himself on the counter, watching him with an unidentifiable emotion in his eyes. He made no move to cover or dress himself as Erik prepared to leave.
“I hate you,” Raoul said. But his voice didn’t sound like he hated him. It just sounded… sad.
Erik didn’t meet his eyes as he answered. “I know.”
He left quietly, the door clicking behind him and regret already brewing in his stomach.