"Kisses"

Author's note: Summary says it all, really. I joined a community on LiveJournal called 30kisses. It's a fanfiction/fanart challenge. Basically, you draw a fanart or write a fanfic on a pairing which you claim, thirty different themes. Each entry must involve a kiss in some way, shape, or form. I figured why not post my entries here as well when I finish them. So, enjoy!

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Title: Dream and Reality
Author/Artist: Relika Lockheart
Pairing: Erik/Raoul
Fandom: Phantom of the Opera
Theme: 6, the space between dream and reality
Wordcount: 200 words
Disclaimer: Erik and Raoul belong to Gaston Leroux. Not me, unfortunately.

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He leaned into the touch of Erik's hand, sighing as nimble fingers caressed his cheek. A pair of lips descended upon his, and he had to make a great effort not to turn this chaste kiss into something deeper. Subsequent events made such an effort futile, however, the vicomte feeling his body pressed against the other man's body, the lips on his own possessing further, wanting to steal, to claim his innocence.

He was baring his heart, his body, his soul, leaving each ripe for the taking. He presented these as a gift, not quite knowing why he was willing to give every part of him to this man, but not quite having any doubts about it, either. The masked man smiled at these presents, and took each of them.

He opened his eyes to see nothing but the ceiling above him. His hands moved to press upon his own cold lips, a sigh escaping.

He had given himself up to Erik, and although it was not in reality, something was missing. Something had been taken from him. The man's possessing kiss was now only a ghost upon his lips.

He was trapped within the space between dream and reality.