Yo! It's me, Spiritgirl, AKA, Kat... And I'm here to warn you that this is a YAOI fanfic, you no like yaoi, stop now!!!!!! I will not answer to any 'eww this is sooo gross' type of comments, read the freaking warnings!

Alright, that said... No, I don't own Maximum Ride, though I wish I could so I could make Fang and Iggy do what they do in this fanfiction... Oh and there's gonna be a tad bit of mpreg later on also, so if you don't like that then I suggest you stop reading after the... oh let's say... fourth or fifth chapter. Now, *smiles* On with the fanfic!!!!

The Risen Tide

Preface

I felt his hand on mine, I could hear his steady breaths, and the pulse of the ocean's tide crashing up on the sand, I couldn't even imagine what it would be like to see it. I might never be able to. I might never be able to see him, to see Fang, I could only feel him. Even though I found out that I can feel colors, I still would never be able to actually see him as a whole picture, just broken up textures and colors. I could feel tears in my eyes, and tried to fight them away.

"What's wrong, Iggy?" he asked.

"Nothing," I said. 'Nothing but the fact that I can never see the person that I love, and can never see the sunset or any of this world. Nothing, but the fact that my parents wanted to sell me off for money, and don't really care about me. Nothing, but the fact that we can't just settle down and stay at one freaking place for more than two days. Nothing, but the fact that even when we have to move, I have no visual memories of the places we've been.' I thought. Apparently some of the tears had slipped out of my eyes, because I felt Fang's hand brushing them away.

"There's something wrong," he said. He pulled me closer to him, and didn't let go.

"I'm blind," I said, obviously, of course. "I can't see anything, or anyone. I can't see the sunset or the ocean, or the sky. I can't see you, or Max, or Nudge, or Gazzy, or Angel. We're on the run from various people that want to rip out our guts and study them for so called 'science.'"

He pulled me even closer. "It's fine, Iggy." He whispered, the exact words that I did i not /i want to hear at that moment. "Someday, we won't be on the run, and we'll find out how to get your sight back. I'd give up my own eyes for you."

I just sighed, and shook my head. "But I want to see, i now /i I want to be able to have i memories /i of how you guys all look, of all of the places that we've been, it's not fine!"

He didn't let go of me, and pressed his lips to mine, "Calm down," he said. "Just don't worry about it." I felt his hand running over my chest. "I say it's an advantage… all of your other senses are more dominant, I say that's a win."

I sighed. "It's not," I said. He pinned me to the ground and kissed me roughly.

"Shh," he whispered. "Just forget about it, tonight."

I let him pin me, and shuddered at the tone he was using. I felt his lips kissing my cheek, then back on my lips, then jawline, and my neck. He straddled my hips and unbuttoned my shirt while sucking on a spot on my neck.

He began to grind against me, and I couldn't help but moan at the pleasure that I felt. I felt his hands slip my shirt off and he lowered his head some more, kissing around my collarbone, then across my chest. He licked one of my nipples, causing me to arch my back and moan his name. He stopped, and I felt his breath on my ear.

"Iggy," he whispered. "You really should see the look on your face," he said, I blushed. "I like it," he licked my ear. "The ocean is an amazing blue color, like your eyes. But it's nothing special, really…" his hand brushed against my side and found my other nipple, pinching it softly. I took in a shaky breath.

"Fang," I moaned quietly.

"The sunset, however, is amazing," he said. "It's a mix of allot of different colors, a sorta hot pink, and pale purple…. Yellow, of course, it's reflected against the clouds, too… Can you see it?" he asked, his breath now on my neck.

I closed my eyes and nodded.

He pressed his lips against my neck and I felt his hand go lower, from my chest, to my stomach, waist, and then I felt him brush against my still-clothed member.

I swallowed and took in a sharp breath. His lips moved to my shoulder, and back to my chest. I arched into his touch as he rubbed my member softly. I bucked my hips as his hand left, and he chuckled. "Be patient," he whispered, he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and slipped them off from me, followed by my boxers, I felt his lips right above my member, then his tongue licking from the base to the tip of it.

I moaned loudly, arching my back again. I felt his mouth envelope my member and begin sucking on it. "Ah!" I gasped, entwining my fingers in his silky hair. "Fang…" I moaned.

His hands held my hips down as he bobbed his head, his lips tight on my member. I squirmed beneath him. Then he stopped.

"Fang!" I cried out. He chuckled again, then kissed me.

"Patience," he whispered.

I got fed up and flipped him over, pinning him down. (Go Iggy!) I crashed my lips down on his and paused, to lift his shirt over his head. I let my hands feel his chest, where he'd been cut up by the Eraser's that one time on the beach when… I didn't finish the thought, I couldn't. I just went with my instincts and let my mouth do the work, sucking one of the small nipples on his chest, I felt him arch his back against me and a soft moan escaping his lips.

I didn't hesitate as I unbuttoned and unzipped his own jeans, and pulled them off with his underpants and threw them in a random direction. I ran my hand along his member, he was hard. He gasped as I did so, I let my fingers run along the inside of his leg and spread his legs. I prodded at his entrance and pressed one finger into him, he hissed in pain, for a second, but the sounds were soon replaced by one's of pleasure as I pumped my finger in and out of him. I added a second, the same thing happened, and a third, he was nearly begging.

I couldn't help but smirk, I positioned my member against his entrance and pressed in. He groaned, and scratched the ground, I could tell it was painful, but I went in slowly until I was all the way in him. I waited impatiently until he said he was ready.

Yo! It's me again, I know, annoying, aren't I? Well yeah, I just interrupted a hot sex scene between two sexy wing-boys, as Kari, one of my oh so "beloved" OC's call 'em.

Kari: *begins mumbling stuff to herself and walking around like she's going crazy and bumps into Fang*

Fang: *looks at her*

Kari: *looks up at Fang* *growls* Another one of you freaking wing-boys! How many of you are there?!

Fang: *Blinks*

Kari: *pokes him in the chest while standing on her tip-toes to make herself look more intimidating* Stop popping up out of nowhere! You may be sexy, but you can be fucking annoying!!!

Um... Yeah... You can ignore that if you want, it's just what goes on in my mind when I mix Maximum Ride in with my own 46 crazy characters... actually what happens is allot worse... But I won't go into that... Should I continue? Should I not? Do ya like it? Is it okay? Or do you think it's horrible? All type of comments are good... besides the stupid flamers who can't read the freaking warnings... Anyways, *smiles* See ya! And I hope it was okay!