ANimal A/N: So this isn't mine. It's Supergirrl's. I had no part in writing it. All hers. So give her good reviews!
Disclaimer: NO OWN. NOT 'GIRRL'S. NOT ANIMAL'S.
Supergirrl A/N: Hey, guys, sorry for the long wait on the updates/new oneshots, but in return, I have a cool little drabble for you that will be followed by more oneshots. All my M stuff will have be posted under Elemental-ANimal's account (She, being very kind, agreed to post stuff for me until my fanfiction account is no longer being watched), so leave her a nice review on her fics, too!
Ari was perched on a thick branch, about fifty feet off the ground, leaning against the trunk.
God, he hated this.
Having to watch the Flock every moment of every day, but being unable to take Max and kill the others.
Being forced to watch Max and Fang screw, and not be able to have her for himself.
Knowing that he was weak enough to actually enjoy seeing her writhe and moan beneath someone besides him.
The fact that he was pathetic, because as he watched, his hand went down to the button of his jeans and unzipped them, slipping into his pants and stroking himself roughly.
The feeling of having been reduced from a highly desirable Eraser who could have a different female every night if he wished it, to a desperate, willing voyeur longing for one of the bird kids.
The knowledge that his rough fist wrapped around himself was the closest thing to a woman that Ari would have for at least the next month.
He hated everything, absolutely everything.
A plan began to form in his mind, a sick, twisted plan. When he took Max, he'd get Fang as well, and make Fang watch him and Max together every night. Make Fang know how it felt to be forced to lurk in the shadows, to feel the pain of seeing the only one you could ever love in the arms of someone else, someone who was, in your mind, not worthy of them.
Because Fang wasn't worthy of Max. Of course, neither was Ari. No one was, really, but Ari knew that he was as close to worthy as Max would ever get.
Until then, though, there was one thing that gave him comfort: His vision for how Max would feel, clenched around him, warm and wet and lovely. How she would look wanton and beautiful, begging for his touch. The sound of her sweet, delirious moans, the way her soft hair would smell, and most of all, the taste of her tongue entwined with his.
And then, Fang would be the voyeur left alone in the cold, and Ari could be consumed by passion's flames.
Supergirrl A/N: So guys, what did you think? Not bad for my return oneshot, huh? Look for some other non-M oneshots and a new story from me within the week! Review, and check out ANimal's stuff, she rules!