Destined To Meet Or Fated Crossings? Chapter 4 Confusion and Denial

Raoul had done a few more things at the Opera House, before returning home quite late, he had dinner before playing his Violin a few hours. When his arms grew tired, he decided it was time to go to bed. He slipped under his warm covers and fell to a peaceful sleep. That is until a certain Phantom entered his mind. The worst part is that it felt so real.

Raoul lay in his bed; he had opened the curtains earlier to let air in. He didn't even hear soft footsteps, for he was sleeping peacefully. But he did feel those hands on him again, touching him in a very intimate way; he awoke looking into the familiar blue eyes. He saw Erik smirk slightly, running his leather gloved hands all over him leaning over him, Raoul let out a moan becoming rather warm.

His own hands reaching up and digging into ebony hair passionately, he watched as Erik unbuttoned his shirt, running leather fingers along his bare chest. Raoul let out a pleased moan, running his fingers along Erik's cheek watching him as he leaned into his touch. Raoul smiled, gazing at the mask, he couldn't help but wonder what was under there. Raoul gasped feeling a finger start to rub his nipple he arched into the man's touch, and he leaned up catching Erik's mouth in a passionate kiss, moaning as he felt Erik's hips grind against his own and he curled his fingers around the edge of the mask and pulled it off.

Erik froze, looking down at Raoul was such hatred; though all Raoul saw was darkness…on the usually covered side of Erik's face, and he felt Erik's hands grab his neck and begin to strangle him, Roaul screamed but it was silent…and Erik just laughed insanely and continued to strangle him.

Raoul shot up, sweat covering his body. He was panting he was so confused about the dream. He had enjoyed it except for the end…no he didn't! It was all bad! No, it wasn't so he did! Augh, Raoul was so confused; he decided it was best to stay in the house today and away from the Opera House. He would claim sickness if anyone asked. He just needed to think and try to sort out his feelings. Though he doubted he'd have much luck, because he was both confused about what he was feeling and denying what his mind came up with for an answer. He sighed and rolled back over in bed.

Although Erik didn't have dreams of the Vicomte, it was hard keeping his mind of anything or anyone else as he played his Organ. Every tune he played came form something Raoul related! It was completely frustrating! He thought highly of giving up playing today, but he didn't want to take chances on running into the current subject that has been invading his mind and space. How could someone be on his mind so much…and rather quickly too?

He simply did not want Raoul there, and was refusing to let him be there. He shook his head, mentally kicking him self, think of something else he thought. He let his fingers stroke across the keys randomly, cringing how bad it sounded. He then let Raoul enter his mind as a test, and soon his fingers were moving expertly across the keys, playing a rather sultry song, remembering what it felt like to run his fingers down Raoul's side. Oh, how he remembered that day.

Flash back

Erik had heard the lone Violin begin to tune, curiously he went to find them, hearing them play. They were quite good, a bit slow for the tune, which he recognized from one of the many Operas that have been preformed here. He followed the sounds to the Practice room slipping in unnoticed, and watched from behind a pillar. It was the Vicomte? How interesting, Erik thought watching him play, listening to him play, though the thing that most caught Erik's attention the most was the expression on Raoul's face. What passion was painted there, it reminded him of him self, he couldn't help but move closer, noticing his eyes were closed, letting the music take him away.

How Erik understood how that was like. To be so taken away you don't notice you are being watched or if you do, you ignore it. Erik moved closer, now out of the shadows watching him, seeing his elbow was a little out of place. He couldn't help himself, it was the teacher part of him, and he walked fully behind Raoul holding his breath so Raoul wouldn't feel it on the back of his neck, placing a gloved hand gently on Raoul's elbow so softly Raoul probably would think it was his imagination that it felt like a hand. He gently guided it up, he couldn't help but think how right it felt to touch the Vicomte, letting his other hand drop to his waist to guide his posture to the new position of his elbow, and it helped because Raoul was very cooperative, and he was so wrapped up he didn't notice someone was helping him, Erik noticed that the song was now up to speed, letting his fingers run along the other's side as if rewarding him.

He felt his lack of oxygen start to kick in for the fact he had been holding his breath the whole time, and when he finally gave in to the need to breathe it was a sharp intake, at the fact how nice Raoul's side felt under his fingers. He was sure Raoul had heard it and, someone was coming anyways, and just as Raoul was stunned form his calm place form hearing the sharp intake of breath form behind him, realizing that he had indeed felt hands on him, turned.

End of flash back

The song was very sultry indeed. Erik let the song finish before banging his hands on the Organ, running hands through his ebony hair in a very frustrated manner. No way was he ever going to think about that day ever again! It only made him UN wantonly, want Raoul. And he didn't want to want Raoul….God, that's not even making sense! This boy will surely be my doom! Erik thought glaring at nothing. But I don't like him, no I don't like him! Though he was really just trying to convince him self that he didn't feel anything towards Raoul…though somewhere deep inside even he knew that was a lie.

Fin

An: That chapter sucked! Sorry. I kind of had no idea how I would deal with that chapter, but I have it a shot, but it sucks! Blah, I probably lost all readers now.