The Vampire of the Opera

"You have come here, in pursuit of

your deepest urge,

in pursuit of that wish,

which till now has been silent,

silent . . .



I have brought you,

that our passions may fuse and merge -

in your mind you\'ve already succumbed to me

dropped all defenses

completely succumbed to me -

now you are here with me:

no second thoughts,

you\'ve decided,

decided . . .



Past the point of no return -

no backward glances:

our games of make-believe are at an end . . .

Past all thought

of "if" or "when" -

no use resisting:

abandon thought,

and let the dream

descend . . .



What raging fire shall flood the soul?

What rich desire unlocks its door?

What sweet seduction lies before us . . .?



Past the point of no return,

the final threshold -

what warm, unspoken secrets

will we learn?

Beyond the point of no return . . ."



When the jade eyes opened once again to yet another haunting melody, there was no confusion, only annoyance and embarrassment. Annoyance because at this rate he would never sleep an entire night uninterrupted. Embarrassment because this particular song had caused Anderson to wake up with a very needy member. Feeling the bulge in his pants caused him to groan internally. However, the embarrassment was short lived.



He didn\'t feel much shame anymore when he hooked his thumb under the waist of his pjs and his boxers and pulled them down, the cooler night air causing him to shiver as it hit him. He had already lived-and fought-through Judgment Day, and he couldn\'t see it ending because he stroked himself off in the middle of the night once in a while.



Alex couldn\'t say what it was about this song that caused him to react like this; all he knew was that this one melody was both a curse and a blessing to hear. A curse because of its response-a blessing because, though it was dark and eerie to hear, it was so beautiful, like one of the angelic statues in the chapel.



The cross lay heavily on his chest as he reached for his standing erection, as though to remind him that this sin wasn\'t going to be forgotten when it was his turn to die and be judged. Alex was able to forget his fate and his god for a few moments as he began pumping, the pre-cum leaking from his cock providing some lubrication so he wouldn\'t chafe himself, but he had to lick his palm to provide more.



He imagined that deep but strangely sweet baritone voice weaving its spell over him; he could almost hear it in the air. He thrust his hips against his hand to an increasingly faster pace. The bed started to mumble a bit about this unfair treatment, but it was mercifully quiet. Alex continued to jerk even harder his stiff cock, and it was freely crying now, but put his free hand over his mouth. He was a quiet man by nature, letting his actions speak for themselves, and this was definitely something the former clergyman did not want anyone to hear.



Then he felt it; the strange tingling at the base of his spine and seemed to grow bigger at dizzying speed, like a tsunami coming fast and without warning. Almost biting his hand at the force of his orgasm, Anderson came in hot spurts that, though ecstasy in their own way, were a little lacking. Of course, he couldn\'t exactly understand why it seemed "lacking"; doing this sort of thing was very different from actual sex, and though he wasn\'t quite the religious zealot he once was, Alex wasn\'t quite willing to go that far in breaking his celibacy vows.



Now that his needs were met, Alexander could clearly see Hell looming on the horizon. Turning back into Father Anderson, he cleaned himself up, pulled his pants back on, and quietly made his way through the wooden catwalks and stone stairwells to the chapel. Now it was time to pray for his disobedience, and to ask for forgiveness, to ask for an admission slip into Heaven that he wasn\'t so sure he would ever get.



Author\'s Note: This is just a little something for those reader\'s who have been patient during my absence hope you enjoyed it ^^