"Chaos?" Christine's voice drifted through the door. "Are you in there?"

The afforementioned Chaos did not notice the presence outside of her room, however, because of the man that had her pinned between him and the wall. He was busying himself with marking her neck while her head was thrown back in pleasure. He had managed to get her completely naked while she had only managed to bare his chest to her. Chaos cupped the masked side of his face in her hand, forcing him to look up.

"You are the most perfect man alive." she informed him.

He scoffed. "You flatter me, my love."

"Chaos? What is going on in here?!" Christine demanded, standing in the doorway. While the pair were talking she had managed to get the door open and step inside.

He spun around, keeping Chaos covered with his body and keeping his arms wrapped around her behind him. He glared at the interruption, his white mask making it more menacing. "It isn't polite to enter someone's room without being invited." he chided.

"You're the Phantom of the Opera." Christine gasped. "You're the one who kidnapped me last year."

"Ah, but that was then, Christine." Chaos chuckled, trailing a hand down the Phantom's chest slowly. Christine could not help but noticed the toned muscles that were clearly visable. "Ever since your betrayal, Erik has learned that you are not worth his love nor his music."

"Chaos is my new student." Phantom stated. "She is truely an embodiment of music with a truely beautiful soul. She is to be the lead in my newest opera."

"She is a monster, the same as you. Everyone knows that her father was the demon of the Crossroads-"

"He is the King of the Crossroads, actually." Chaos interrupted. "He's still alive, and he approves in my choice of suitor."

"Who better to be the husband of the demon's daughter than the devil's child?" the Phantom snickered as Chaos pulled on his discarded white shirt and stepped out from behind him.

Chaos placed a sweet kiss on his masked cheek as he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her to his side. "My father has agreed to remove his 'monstrosity,' as you so aptly put it, once the play is ready to perform. Erik is going to be the leading male role. I'm sure you can imagine how the women are going to swoon over him when he is healed. He is a beautiful man if you bother to look past the covered part of his face."

"Oh, I see how it is: you only like me for my looks. Crowley will be displeased." the Phantom teased, smirking.

Christine was dumbfounded. She had never seen him any other way than angry or serious.

"Why would I like you for anything else?" Chaos retorted playfully.

"You little minx." he growled jokingly as he attacked her neck once more.

"Get out, Christine. You are obviously intruding on private matters at this point." Chaos stated bluntly, surpressing a giggle as Erik passed over a ticklish spot.

"I wish the two of you the best, then." she bode farewell as she awkwardly backed out of the room.

The last thing she heard before scurrying away was Chaos's laughter followed by a deep moan from the Phantom.