Hunter in the Dark

First Part

***First Part***

or

MINE

I

A black shadow, dressed in a tailcoat swept around a pillar, cape billowing behind, black hat drawn deep over glowing eyes.
"Where, oh where are you..." the shadow's voice was full of sadness.
"I see you, lovely!"
The shadow halted and turned towards the other, newly appeared shadow and beamed at him.
"There you are, my angel of darkness!"
The shadow, about a head taller than the first, flashed a bright smile and gently touched a cheek. "You came back, my love..."
"I'll always find my way back home, my beloved ghost..." her arms flew around his neck, "... even when I lose all my other paths..."
The taller shadow took her hand and disappeared in a doorway nearby by explaining. "Rat-cage, nobody here at this hour..." he laughed, "No visitors allowed!"
She just lifted his narrow hand to her mouth and placed a sparkling kiss upon it to thank him.

"Erik..." the soft voice whispered like a purr and he pulled her closer, pushed her further in to the room.
"Mine!" she stated and he nodded.
They smiled at each other, leaned in for another kiss and when they had to part in need for air he announced. "Mine!"
She nodded. "Yours, forever and ever!"
They both stumbled backwards when Erik lifted her up, pressed her back against the mirrors, capturing her sweet lips once more in a ravishing kiss.

He could see his grotesque face in the mirror as he buried himself deep in her trembling body, while she desperately clutched onto his slender shoulders, panting his name over and over with every hard trust and – he couldn't care less about his deformation.
"Mine..." he growled into her delicate ear.
"Mine..." she groaned in response, biting down hard on his neck, leaving a mark.

They sat on the wooden floor, still entangled, in the mess of their disheveled clothes, kissing tenderly, as a little noise could be heard from outside.
"Someone 's coming..." she whispered, "...we should leave, Erik."
He nodded, lifted her gently from his knees and stood. "Down to my lair, or back to your..."
She tiptoed and brushed a kiss to his mouth, cutting him off. "Your lair. Wouldn't make it to my mansion with this burning desire to make love to you over and over again, my Angel..." she put on her pants, "and I'm pretty sure every coachman in this city would be offset if the countess would do a such thing in his carriage!"
Erik couldn't help but start to giggle and blush. "You," he laid an arm around her waist, "are an unbelievable, shameless wonder, Countess!" and he leaned down to capture her lips in another deep kiss.

They disappeared through a mirror nearby into a dark corridor when the countess stifled a laugh. "Erik, didn't you forget something?"
The man in front of her stopped dead in his tracks, brought a hand up to his face and groaned, "You are probably the only one being in the world who is capable to let me forget my mask..."
"No worry Love, I've got it..." she smiled at his back, placing her hands upon his hips, "... even there's no use for it tonight. 'can't kiss with that damn thing..."
He just smiled into the darkness ahead and quickened his pace.

II

"Tea?"
He lifted his gaze from the music sheet he was working on and flashed her a smile. "Lemon?"
The countess smiled coyly and placed the teacup on the desk. "Of course..." and she strolled over to the drawn curtains to open them, "... sun is shining..."
Erik, already drifted back to his work, lifted his eyes once more, only to see her stand in the window-frame outlined by the golden sunlight like a tableau and he could just stare at this beauty.
His beauty.
"Mine..." he whispered, voice dark with passion.
She turned with the grace of an ancient goddess and replied in her sweetest tone, "Yours..."
Not a moment later they both rolled on the thick Persian carpet of her study, locked in a breathtaking kiss...