AN: I wasn't planning on updating but after watching some man on man action on Brokeback Mountain I was inspired...Take it! Warning: Tongues will be included in this chapter.

Chapter 26

Meanwhile, back at Erik's house, after shoving Erik on the bed, Christine jumped on him, and started sticking her tongue down his throat.
"Take it off!" She screamed. "You animal!" She started fumbling with his cape ties.
"Ah, no, I can't!" Erik shouted, causing Christine to roll off of the bed. "Your bipolar ness is freaking me out!"

"What?" Christine asked aghast, pressing the bathrobe against her body.
"One minute you're screaming at me, the next you want to get at it, I can't take it!" Erik shouted, raking his fingers through his hair, making it stand up. There was an awkward silence. "I have to go." He silently walked out, panting heavily.

Raoul started shoving people every which way, looking for Erik. He finally was forced to come to a stop behind a well dressed fat woman.
"Move your fat ass s'il te plait!" He bellowed, tapping on her shoulder. The woman turned around, threw Raoul a death glare, and slowly moved aside.
"Satisfied?" She asked coldly, her back to Raoul. He started to bustle by her, but stopped, and stared at her.

"I won't be satisfied until I see you burn in hell." He started to chuckle at his razor sharp wit. The woman turned around, and gasped as recognition dawned on her face.
"Raoul!" She snarled, slapping him in the face.
"Ow!" Raoul whimpered, clutching his cheek. "Oh! Mommy, I uh, haven't seen you for awhile." He chuckled awkwardly, and then darted off into the sea of people.

"All right, all right, just calm down." Erik told himself, pacing along the front of his house. "Just because you have no sexual attraction towards Christine anymore is no reason to panic. Just get your mind off of the fact that there is a small chance that you may be in love with Raoul de Chagny." He stopped and stared at the shrubs, which adorned the front of his house. "Now, the important thing is to trim these bushes." He grabbed a pair of conveniently placed pruning shears, and started trimming, when Raoul skidded by. "Oh God Erik!" He squealed as a siren blasted through the air, and a troop of policemen strode by them. "Oh save me!" Raoul whimpered, trying in vain to flatten himself against the house.

"Why, am I fraternizing with a known felon?" Erik asked, focusing all his attention on the shrubs.
"No, yes, well it was an accident!" Raoul cried shrilly, dropping to his knees.
"What did you do?" When there was no response, Erik finally looked up at Raoul. "What did you do?" He repeated menacingly. Raoul attempted to give a flashing smile, but failed miserably.

"I, uh, sort of slit Mme Giry's throat"
"You did what?" Erik exploded, dropping the shears.
"I did it all for you!" Raoul smirked feebly. "Anyway I don't know what your problem is, it's not like Mme Giry and you were lovers." He glanced suspiciously at Erik who growled,
"That's not the point."

"The point is you go around needlessly throttling people. But what's the use of this arguing? It's not as if I'm going to kill anyone else." Raoul smiled, and walked over to Erik, and draped his arms around him.
"What are you doing?" Raoul was pleased to see that Erik looked alarmed.
"Why don't we mosey on over to my house, and go up to the bedroom." Raoul ran his fingers up Erik's chest, who started to breathe very heavily.

"People are stariNG!" Erik's voice raised several octaves as Raoul's hand started to travel downwards.
"Let them stare," Raoul started pushing Erik backwards towards his house. "I'll oil you up and rub you down, down down." He sang a little tune to himself, while shoving Erik against his front door. "I've got an itch to scratch, I need assistance." He opened the door, shoved Erik inside, and slammed the door behind them.

After Erik had stormed out of their bedroom, Christine walked over the crib, and picked baby Gerard up, and started to rock him gently back and forth.
"It looks like it's just you and I again." She murmured to him. "I don't know what has been wrong with your father lately, he's been a bit of an anus." There was a huge slam from downstairs, and Christine got up, and hurried down the stairs. "Erik?" She called down the hall.

"Christine"
"Meg?" Christine asked bewildered, rushing over to her friend.
"Christine!" Meg ran over, and clutched at Christine's sleeves. Her red rimmed eyes bulged out of their sockets, and she fell to her knees.
"Meg, what's the matter?" Christine asked, alarmed.
" I was walking towards- and Raoul-he- he-" Meg burst into tears, and buried her head into the hem of Christine's dress.

"Oh god, what did that son of a bitch do this time?" Christine inquired, trying to help Meg up without dropping baby Gerry.
"He killed my mother"
"What? Mme Giry, no!" Christine gasped dramatically, dropping down next to Meg. "She was like a mother to me." Meg nodded numbly, and fell against Christine.
"I'll kill that bastard." Christine rose, her grief evaporating into anger. Quickly handing Gerard off to a dumbfounded Meg, Christine ran over to the kitchen counter, and unsheathed a knife out.
"What are you going to do?" Meg sniffed, wiping furiously at her puffy eyes.
"I am going to go over to Raoul's house and kill him." Christine said succinctly.

Meanwhile, over at the De Chagny Maison, Raoul and Erik were walking up the stairs, making out furiously. Stepping backwards, Raoul stepped on the edge of a stair, and fell backwards, causing Erik to topple on top of him.
"It's been so long since I've had sex, I've forgotten who ties who up." Raoul moaned. There was a slight pause, where Erik just stared awkwardly at Raoul. "I was uh, kidding." Raoul chuckled weakly, and brought Erik's head back down for another kiss.
"You're going to what?" Meg asked, holding Gerard away from her body, since he just soiled himself.
"I'm going to kill that bastard that killed the closest thing to a mother that I ever knew." Christine answered, sliding the knife down her bodice. "Well let's hope he's not in the bathtub, eh, eh?" She motioned to an uncomprehending Meg. "You know, Marat"
"Who?" Meg blinked multiple times.

"Oh forget it, you need to brush up on the French Revolution Meg." Christine started to walk to the door, but grabbed at herself in pain. "Ouch, I'm taking this damn thing out." She whipped the knife out of her bodice, and looked around as to where to hide it. "Ok here we go." Christine ripped out a hunk of her petticoat, and pressed the knife against her thigh, and tied it with the petticoat. "Who knows what twisted things that sick individual is doing right now."

Bella was walking down the hallway with a pile of towels, when she saw Raoul shove Erik into the bedroom, and smash the door behind them.
"Well it looks like they are finally together. Good for them." She remarked, as there was furious pounding on the front door, and someone creaked into the room.
"What the hell?" Bella scurried over to the top of the stairs in time to see Christine prowl into the living room. "I'm sorry," Bella slid down the banister, and started pushing Christine out the door. "Mademoiselle you can't go any further."

"Mademoiselle? Bella I lived here for a year, don't act like you don't know who I am." Christine snorted, struggling against Bella. "My god, you are freakishly strong"
"You can't come in here." Bella grunted, trying to slam the door, with Christine in the middle of the doorway.
"Eerck, Stop Bella, you're crushing me." Christine squealed, kicking at Bella's shins. "Let me in!"

"It's not fair!" Raoul started whining, once Erik ripped off his own shirt. "How come my chest is smaller than a opera ghost who has the build of a skeleton?"
"I'm bigger then you in every way."
"Now that's where you're wrong." Raoul sniffed at the air proudly. "I know that my manhood is quite a specimen."
"So let's see it."

"No, you drop your pants first." Raoul insisted, fumbling with Erik's pants and pulled them down the ground, when the bedroom door swung open, and Erik and Raoul turned around, with Raoul's face at crotch level.
"Oh my God!" Christine shrieked.