A\N: Thank you all for reviewing, you are all like...awesome... though I did manage to get a flame, which I take as a compliment so thank you Anonymous for calling my story disgusting, at least you didn't call it trite. And the correct term is inappropriate not unappropriate, but thanks for the review anywho. But did you all know that fop is petit-maitre in french? Haha I thought it was funny...awkward...well enjoy!

Chapter 16

Right at 7 A.M., Raoul got out of bed, still dressed in his leather.

"I'm ready, you ready?" He asked his reflection, and nodded curtly, then walked out of the door. "Erik!" He screamed, as he saw Erik start to leave his house. Erik looked up alarmed, and hurriedly tried to back into his house, but Raoul caught up to him. "Hey." He said in what he imagined was a sexy drawling voice.

"Hi." Erik said, frantically trying to open up the front door, but realizing it was locked. "Aargh." He mumbled, and Raoul aside. Raoul knew he loved Erik, but he wasn't going to let him push him around.

"No one pushes a Vicomte!" He said suavely. Erik stopped, and turned around.
"Listen, why don't you take-"

Madame Giry walked by and saw Erik and Raoul fighting, and ran up to break it up. Five minutes later, she was trying to get them to make up.

"Now let's just talk things over like the mature adults that we are." She was saying. "Now Erik, what did you say to Raoul?" Before Erik could open his mouth, Raoul burst out,
"I'll tell you what he said, he told me to take my Vicomte title, and forcibly insert it up my anus!" Erik burst into laughter, and Madame Giry silenced him with a look.
"What am I doing here?" He suddenly asked. "I'm leaving." He moodily walked off, and Raoul put his head in his hands.

"Meg." Madame Giry gestured to her daughter, and Meg reluctantly walked forward.

"Yes?" She asked, glaring at Raoul.
"I want you to spend the day with the Vicomte"
"What? No, I refuse." Meg replied stubbornly.

"Do it." Madame Giry shoved her with such force, that she landed in Raoul's lap. Madame Giry then walked away happily, hoping that maybe one day, her daughter could become a Vicomtess.

"Erik!" Christine ran up to Erik once he entered the house, holding a squealing Gerard. "You're finally here, now don't worry, everything's set."

"Huh?" Erik asked bewildered, taking Gerard out of Christine's arms. "Uh, why are you in a tennis outfit?" Christine giggled, and twirled around, causing he skirt to fly out.
"Well I need to get my figure back somehow." She smiled at him.
"By playing tennis?" Erik asked.

"Yes." Christine said, picking up a racket, and tossing another one to Erik. "Now go get changed into something proper." Erik looked down at his black clothing.
"I'm fine." He said.

"Go." She turned him around, and shoved him upstairs, causing him to nearly drop Gerard. Once Erik grudgingly climbed the stairs, someone knocked on the door, and Christine hurried over to answer it. "Ah, you must be the wet nurse!" Christine exclaimed, letting a tall formidable woman step into the house.

"Yes." The woman said, glancing around the room with a critical eye. "Now how long must I watch over your child, while your husband and you are gone?"

"Umm." Christine scratched her nose nervously.

"Ohh." The woman grabbed Christine's hand, which had no ring on it. "You're not married."

"Hmm, no." Christine giggled anxiously, and was quite relieved when Erik walked back down the stairs dressed in white.

"And your lover I presume." The woman frowned up at him. "Wearing a mask, how original. And he looks almost twice your age."

"Who the fuck is this?" Erik asked Christine.

"I'll be looking over your son, while you're um, playing tennis." She stared at their tennis rackets in distaste. "I suppose he's upstairs?" Erik was strongly reminded of his mother, and when she turned around, he raised his racket above the woman's head, and started to bring it down, but Christine shouted,
"Erik no!"

"But Christine-" Erik gestured to the woman, who hadn't turned around.

"C'mon." She grabbed his arm, and pulled him out of the door. Five minutes later, Christine and Erik arrived at the tennis courts, when Christine let out a squeal. "Meg!" She shouted, and ran across the courts, with Erik slowly following.

"Why is Meg playing tennis with Raoul?" He asked himself. "And what is he wearing?" Raoul was standing awkwardly, wearing a tight white shirt, with a pink sweater casually thrown over his shoulders. His hiked up shorts didn't leave much to the imagination Erik noted, but at least his knee high socks covered his pale drumstick legs.
"Meg, why are you playing tennis with Raoul?" Christine whispered in Meg's ear. Meg shrugged.

"Mother forced me to spend the day with him." She whispered back. "And this is what he wanted to do." Then raising her voice, she shouted, "let's play doubles, I call Christine as my partner!" Raoul looked happily at Erik who groaned.

"Fine." He muttered, reluctantly taking some tennis balls that Meg passed to him. "Your serve." He told Raoul, and chucked the balls at his face. Raoul fumbled, but managed to catch them. He served a decent serve, and the ball bounced back and forth for awhile, when Christine sent a smacker down the middle line. "I got it!" Erik screamed rushing towards the ball. Raoul did the same thing, and they slammed into each other, and fell backwards. The ball bounced past them, and Christine high-fived Meg, While Erik bitched out Raoul. "I told you I had it!"

"Geez I'm sorry." Raoul replied, getting up. "Bizitch."

"What was that?" Erik asked sharply.

"Um, nothing." Raoul said, and served again. Meg sent it back, and Raoul swung wildly, and missed.
"Fuck Raoul, that was all you!" Erik shouted, slamming his racket on the ground.
"Stop yelling, I'm doing my best!" Raoul yelled back, growing crimson in the face.
"That's it, it's my serve." Erik said, striding forward.

"You can't do that!" Christine shouted across the courts, but nonetheless, Erik grabbed the balls out of Raoul's grasp, and shoved him aside to take his place.
"No more mister nice guy, no siree." He mumbled, and slammed the ball over the net.

"Ahh!" Christine yelped, darting out of harms way, and glared at Erik, who only screamed,
"15-30! And we're back in the game!" The game grew increasingly dirty, and Christine beamed the ball off of Raoul's nose.

"Fuck!" He shouted, dropping his racket, and collapsing onto his knees.

"It bounced off Raoul, it's still good!" Erik screamed, rushing forward, and he sent the ball back over, nearly decapitating Meg.

"My nose, it's bleeding." Raoul shouted, trying to mop up the flow of blood as best as he could. "Ah thanks." He said, as he grabbed Erik's sleeve, and started wiping his nose with it.

"What the fuck?" Erik hissed, violently pulling out of Raoul's grasp.
"C'mon fellas, let's go." Christine cried impatiently, and the game continued. Thirty minutes later, it was Erik's serve, and the game was nearing a finish.
"This is it." He muttered to himself. "The score is add-in, and this point will determine whether we win. Now, I bounce the ball to make sure it's bouncy enough." Erik eagerly bounced the ball.

"Will you just serve already?" Christine shouted. Erik ignored her.
"Ignoring the jeers and catcalls from my so-called opponents, I twist my racket to make sure it can handle my speed." Erik twisted his racked every which way, and Raoul shouted,
"Sorry ladies, but we're going to have to win this one!" Erik hunched over, and briefly looked over at Raoul, who was annoyingly tugging on his hair.

"Maybe if my partner would stop fiddling with his hair!" He said loudly, staring at Raoul accusingly. Raoul immediately stopped, and Erik threw the ball in the air, and smashed it down over the net. Christine barely managed to send it back, and Erik casually flicked it back. Using her backhand, Meg returned it towards Raoul, who sent it spinning way up into the sky, and they all held their breath. The ball spiraled down over the net, and bounced over Meg and Christine's heads. There was a slight pause, then Raoul started screaming and dancing.

"We won! We won!" He rushed over to Erik, who picked him up, and started laughing. Raoul wrapped his legs around Erik's waist, and pumped his fist in the air. Erik turned to see Meg and Christine staring at him with their mouths slightly ajar. Erik instantly dropped Raoul, who landed on the ground with a crash. Erik smiled sheepishly, and tried to act unconcerned, while Raoul yelled on the ground. "Ow my loins!" He screeched, clutching at his shoulders. Erik was in the middle of bending down to see whether Raoul was ok or not, but quickly stood back up.

"Let's go Christine." He said, leading the somewhat befuddled Christine back towards their house.