A\N Nothing really big happens in this chapter, my apologies, but in the next chapter, something big is bound to happen. Anywho, I was tuning out in World Studies, and I thought it would be kind of funny if Raoul read dirty romance novels, so this chapter basically wrote itself, enjoy!

"Fop?" Raoul squawked indignantly.

"Oh c'mon." The gunman rolled his eyes impatiently. "Everything about you screams out fop!" Raoul pouted, and seemed more upset that he was called a fop, then the fact that there was a gun pressed to his forehead. Erik casually leaned against the counter, and waited to see how things would turn out. Then the annoying voice in his head began talking again.

"You can at least save him." It told him. Erik rolled his eyes. "Fine." He let out a hiss, and without moving, kicked the gunman in the ass.

"Noo!" The gunman let out a howl and flew forward, slamming into the wall. He slumped to the ground unconscious, and Raoul clapped his hands in glee.

"Oh Erik you saved me! I knew you didn't hate me." Erik ignored him, and stalked out of the bar. Raoul quickly followed him. They walked in silence, Raoul too happy to speak, and Erik was in one of his moods. When they reached Raoul's house, Raoul walked up to his door, and Erik continued walking "Fuck." Raoul banged against his door in frustration. Erik closed his eyes, and grudgingly turned around.

"What?" He asked.

"I locked myself out, and the key is up too high, so I can't reach it." Raoul explained, trying to reach the top of the doorframe.

"How did you get the key up there in the first place?" Erik asked, walking up to Raoul.

"Well I had Bella put it up there, she's tall enough to pass for a Amazon woman." Erik impatiently pushed Raoul aside, and reached a hand up to the doorframe, but came a couple of inches short.

"Here, get on." Erik said, kneeling slightly, indicating for Raoul to get on his burly shoulders.

"What?" Raoul asked, blushing furiously.

"What are you waiting for?" Erik asked angrily. "Get your ass on my shoulders and your crotch in my neck." Raoul was overcome with excitement. He put his hands on Erik's shoulders, and jumped on so eagerly, that he caused Erik to stumble forward, slamming his head against the door. Raoul fell forward, and grabbed the doorframe.

"I got the key!" He screamed triumphantly, dangling from the doorframe. "Uh, Erik?" He looked down at Erik, who was in a clump on the ground, swearing furiously. "A little help, I'm slipping!" He screamed, dropping from the door onto Erik.

"Ow, you fucking moron!" Erik's muffled voice shouted at Raoul. Raoul slowly got up off of Erik, and helped him up. "Ouch." He muttered, clutching his forehead, which was now bright red.

"Well, at least that side of your face now matches your masked side." Raoul tried to helpfully point out. Erik glared at Raoul, and contemplated whether he should kill Raoul or not, but he merely started to walk off. "Wait!" Raoul grabbed Erik's arm. "Let's get you a wet cloth for your head."

"Uh, no thanks." Erik rolled his eyes, and tried to walk off, but Raoul wouldn't let go of his arm.

"I insist." Raoul gritted in teeth in the effort of hauling Erik into his house.

"Good God." Erik exclaimed, as Raoul successfully shoved him into the doorway. Raoul slammed the door behind them, and started walking in the direction of the bathroom.

"Don't even think about moving." Raoul told Erik, before disappearing. Erik rolled his eyes, and was about to leave, when something on a table caught his attention.

"The Passion of the Stallion." Erik read out the title of the book that was lying on the table. Erik idly opened up the book, and inside Raoul's name was engraved in gold lettering. Lazily, Erik opened up the book to a random page, which Raoul bookmarked with a black ribbon. Moving the ribbon aside, Erik began to read.

"Chapter four, Rose Petals and Yogurt.
Charlotte looked around, Jack had finally left her. Husbands were always a drag to have around." Erik made a face, but continued reading, "She left the sitting room, and ran into Will's domain, the barn. Will looked up as she strode up towards him, he grinned and pulled her to him. She moaned, and Will shoved his hands up her-"

"Whoa, dirty book." Erik started laughing, and when Raoul reappeared, he threw the book back on the table, and tried to wipe the smirk off of his face. "You know Raoul, I have a great idea for a new cologne scent."

"Oh yeah, what?" Raoul asked absentmindedly, trying to hand Erik the wet cloth. Erik brushed it aside, and said,

"Well how about Rose petals 'N Yogurt?"

"Yeah that would be-wait a minute." Raoul said, comprehension dawning on his face. He quickly looked down at the table, where the book was lying, still open. "Oh you read my book."

"I sure did, is the Vicomte unhappy in the sexual department, that he needs to read dirty books to please himself?" Erik asked the blushing Raoul. Raoul muttered something that sounded like,
"You and your insatiable curiosity."

Erik laughed again, and said somewhat warmly, "Goodnight." And he left Raoul standing foolishly holding a wet cloth, and he made his way back home.