AN: The "R" rated stuff start here and continue until like the end of the story. So, if you're reading it only for the sex scenes(used to be me) start here and read till the end. There is no sex scene here. PG-13 here-ish. HAH! Tune in. Read now. Enjoy...

When will the flames at last consume us?

The next morning I woke up with music, from the very comfortable Black Swan bed that I was sad to find out Erik didn't sleep in. His bedroom was dark and elegant. He had mahogany book shelves with thick layers of dust around it, but each book seemed to be touched or used recently. There was a table at the far end where he had a mini-stage made of wood and had little dolls that seemed to be thrown all around the stage, decapitated and amputated pieces of carved and painted wood that seemed to have looked burned. One of them, I noticed, had very big hair. The desk itself was made of cherry wood and had many scraps of parchment and ink all over it. There were mirrors on the walls, covered my sheer fabric which made my reflection seem dark and depressed. Erik used mirrors and his mind as torture devices. Past the mirrors, by the bed, next to the night-stand, was a small stand on which a papier mache music box with a monkey on it stood. That was what woke me up. It played a familiar song that I craved to remember but my mind was pre-occupied.

My robes clung to me. I cursed myself for coming in such a sheer dress, but I had come in my nightgown without recollection. I walked over and pulled the door as the cold air of his dungeon-like lair hit me and I felt myself shiver. Erik was at the piano, composing, playing, thinking. I stood at the door way with my head poking out as I watched and listened to this genius play his music. After a few more minutes of my mind abandoning me and my body obeying his music, I felt myself walk towards him.

I was in a trance. I was mesmerized. I didn't think. I didn't need to.

My arms wrapped around his neck and he didn't wince or jump.

"It's still early" he said without taking his fingers off the keys, continuing his masterpiece. I rubbed and felt his tense, stiff, and knotted neck. Poor Erik. When was the last time he was relaxed and healthy? Was there a time that he was healthy and relaxed? He stopped playing and took my hand that was rested on his shoulder. He pulled me around him to sit on his lap. We were face to face and his eye were burning. I sensed a bit of a smirk, but I wasn't sure. He put his hands on my waist and ran them up and down my body as I sighed and let my body fall back. His hand was at the small of my back but he let me rest on the piano keys. If he touched or caressed the right parts, music would be played. His hands went up my stomach and to my shoulder to wrap around my neck. He pulled my head and body forward, controlling every movement that I did, and placed a kiss on my forehead. I smiled softly and playfully and placed a kiss on his lips. He still didn't kiss me back which made me a little angry. Was I going too far? He was caressing me then his hands lay on my womb. I pulled away slightly but was still sitting on him. I now remember why I was here. I now completely pulled away, got up and walked as far away as the floor would take me. My breathing was shaky and slow.

"What happened" He asked as I shivered. It suddenly felt much colder.

"It died." I said simply. That was the easiest, the plain truth. But it was scary how easy it was saying it. "It died..." I repeated. So easy. I'm horrible. He approached me quietly and calmly and slipped his arms around my waist and held me close to his torso so I could feel his breath on my neck.

"Christine, Christine," He sang in a whisper and it echoed, "Christine..." I lay my head on his shoulder and sighed as his hands ran up and down my body, around my breasts and one finger ran up my throat. I stopped breathing for a second. "Poor, unhappy Christine." He said as I shivered. He pulled me around as I stared into his eyes, cold and black. Rather, they were a midnight blue. He was breathing through his thin red lips and I put my hand on his face. His skin was cold but he followed my hand as I caressed him. He looked down at me and put his hand on top of mine as he lowered his head and initiated the first kiss on the lips he had ever given me. It was soft and gentle, and I wasn't going to ruin it so I kissed back gently. He wrapped my arms around his neck and put one of his hands on my waist and another at the side of my thigh, slowly ascended to my waist and higher. I felt myself getting into heaven. I felt myselfkissing heaven. This man could abuse my body, beat me, torture me and humiliate me and it would feel like heaven.

His body was now completely relaxed and he pulled away. His face was content. I inhaled and kissed him again. It was slower because he trailed the kiss to my jaw where he drew a line with his tongue and kissed it away. He moved to my neck as I cried out. He was sucking on my neck and the suction was surprising. He smiled at my reaction. He bit a little. I expected him to be the biting type. My first reaction when I saw this dark figure was that he was one of those blood sucking creatures. Now, all that he was doing was nibbling on my neck. I moaned as his hand went in between my legs. He then pulled back slowly. I was left panting as I fluttered my eyes open.

"You should get back," he said with a satisfied look. It took me a few long seconds to realize he was speaking.

"What? Why?"

"He's heading home," Erik said as I stared at him with heaving breaths"Le Vicomte de Chagny" his pronunciation accented 'vicomte'. He said the name as if he hated the man. He probably did.

"And why should I care?"

"Well,"he said with his hands at his back, "if Le Vicomte de Chagny were to actually realize that you weren't at home then the first place his precious Christine" he said this while caressing my cheek with the back of his hand but his eyes were filled with hatred "-would be is here. Fortunately he thinks I am dead," Erik laughed maliciously, "-but I can't die. He doesn't know that. But the famous Vicomte de Chagny will make sure you aren't here. He will send troops. You know he will. He knows that this is your sanctuary. You don't but he does." I couldn't saying anything even if I wanted to. I didn't know what to say.

"Now,"he continued "I believe it is best if you go home and play his game. You are innocent in his eyes, you are his in his eyes." His hand caressed my cheek as I closed my eyes and followed his hand. "You are his in his eyes..." He mumbled again. "You must go." he continued his hand-play "You must go..." It was as if he had lost track of his thoughts for a second but quickly he pulled away and snapped me out of my dreams too. I exhaled slowly.

"Can I come back?" I asked as he looked at me with a smile of appreciation. "Can I see you again?" My voice was filled with desperation. "Please..." He had a full smile now. He was glad to hear that I needed him. The last time he had probably felt someone need him was when he was my Angel of Music and before I knew he was actually human. He approached me and kissed my forehead.

"Any time you like."

AN: I have next chapter ready, but I'm not gonna spoil anyone. Next chapter's the best because it's SEXAY. I just spelled "sexy" with an "a".And I'm writing Phan-Phiction?

Anyway, R rated stuff is coming up. I swear, it's good. I think. Well, ERIK'S IN IT!

Review and I'll make him very sexy.

Wait, too late.

-TheAngelWhoWantsErikAllToHerself (and has him, muhaha)

P.S.: A hell load of my punctuations got deleted. I swear I didn't do it. They did. (Emphasis on "they")

P.P.S: I think I'm going to start answering reviews in the next chapter (When I have more than 50). Sorry that I haven't done it already, but I'm rushed just writing the chapters. Thanks anyway, review!