A/N:GOD, so bored. Bored. Bored. Bored. Feeling romantic and depressed. So. Six years later. Includes SLIGHT sex talk stuff. So, yah, Fax. XD enjoy guys.
"...Max?" I heard a quiet, deep voice ask from the doorway. I swivelled around in my chair and faced him. The dim lamp was the only lit thing in the room, it was cold and I was writing an essay, seeing as I was forced into college by the law. Mutants were finally excepted into college's after six years, most of us, like Fang and I were forced to get education. Although it was a bit late, we still went.
Anyway, I was still a little pissed off at Fang from our last argument.
"What?" I snapped, standing up and drawing my curtains closed.
"Look, I'm sorry." He said. I laughed sardonically.
"Were you sorry when you left the flock? Again? But you didn't take anyone with you. No. You didn't even leave-,"
"Max...That was three years ago!" He whispered. I put a hand to my head.
"I know. It's just...when we have arguments like these. They make me realize things, remember things and wish things." I said helplessly, leaning against the desk. Fang put his hands in his pocket. The air grew thick and I knew he wasn't telling me something. "Spit it out." I said.
"I'm...I'm leaving." He said. I froze.
"Leaving?" I asked, my voice surprsingly calm and cool, without a wobble in it.
"...Leaving." He repeated. I coughed. Well, at least he was telling me this time.
"Oh..." I nodded and raised my head. "Fine." I shrugged. Fang zipped his coat up, his wings ruffled and he looked at me steadily.
"...Right." He nodded. Goodbyes were always hard with us. We tried splitting up a year ago. He ended up coming back to mine and my flatmates apartment. Did we harbour any feelings for each other? Or were they just of hate now? I got sick in the stomach every time I was around Fang. He looked at me and I'd want to throw up from nerves.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"I don't know." He shrugged. I smirked. That's the Fang I know.
"...See you then." I murmured. There was a time when we were best friends. And then it all...it all faded away when we grew up. Fang and I argued and bickered most times, we'd sometimes end up kissing. And once we... let's say we got really mad at each other- I woke up the next morning, he wasn't gone, he was in the kitchen. At least he didn't leave, but he didn't really touch me after that. "For godsake, go!" I pointed my finger. Fang crossed the room after dropping his bag and hugged me. I stiffened.
"I'm sorry, but I just...I'm feeling things I don't like to feel Max, and I need to get away from it." He told me. I pushed him away.
"I'm not stopping you." I said.
"Yes you are!" he cried. "I can't take two steps out the door without...like...thinking of...God!" He rubbed a hand over his Face, yelling in a whisper. I looked at him and studied my friend.
"Go, Fang," I said. Fang shook my shoulders.
"Max, I can't leave you." He said and then disappeared out of the room, wings ruffled from our fight. I pushed my self off the desk and shut my door then climbed into my bed, ready for a sleepless night.
And he didn't leave. Not a month after that. We sat, in the living room, staring at each other. My flatemate was out on a buisness trip. We were alone. Fang stared at me some more, he blinked, I blinked. "...Do I know you?" I asked with a small smile. Fang grinned.
"I've no idea." he said. I laughed gently.
"...I'm sorry." I murmured.
"...Me too." Fang said, sitting on the sofa next to me. I hesitated and then hugged him, wrapping my arms around his neck and practically sitting on him. He didn't stiffen, he immediatly wrapped his arms around my waist and buried his face into the crook of my neck. My stomach went sick and I just waited to see if I would actually throw up. But it was Fang to be the first one to pull away.
"I feel sick." He said.
"Mee too." I whispered. The whole room was dark, and it was only the lights from outside glowing on our faces. Fang stared at me, as if wondering what my next move was going to be, but I was waiting for him. "I hate this." I said, meaning my feelings for him. Fang swallowed rather harshly and saw I was slowly placing my knees on either side of his hips. He could push me off he wanted too, he could tell me to stop. But he just watched me, slowly, until I was comfortable and ready for a make-up make-out.
"Hate what?" Fang asked, pulling the hair tie out of my ponytail.
"...Us...Me...You." I said, opening my wings and wrapping them around us. Fang froze up. I pulled my wings back.
"Why?" He asked. I ran my fingers through his hair. We hadn't...done this since March. It was now December. Fang was still under my touch. I just wanted his hands there to reassure me. I bent my head and brushed my lips across his forehead. Fang's arms finally came around my waist. I brushed my lips down his cheeks, to his jaw, where I pressed butterfly kisses, and then his chin, and then I pulled away and saw his eyes open, staring at the ceiling.
"Do you want this?" We asked at the same time. I grinned. He looked at me. "Yes, and no." He said. "I need this." I said. I wasted no time in crushing my lips to his. I didn't care if he didn't want it and I didn't care if this was wrong, because it felt so right. When I was fourteen, I felt like this stuff would never happen. I felt Fang only as my best friend...I used to think of him as a brother before he kissed me in that cave one time. Now, at the age of 20, I...Feel even more invincible than ever before with Fang.
"...Max." Fang gasped when we broke for air. "It'll end up in a mess." He said. I kissed him again.
"We are the mess Fang. We just have to clean ourselves up." My hands, now at his belt. Fang bit his lower lip, and took my hands from his belt, he just kissed me, muttering in between kisses 'it'll be ok,' and 'i wont leave', things like that. I prayed my flatmate wouldn't walk through the door when Fang's hand began it's wanted journey. Everything was awkward with me and Fang when it got intimate. But I liked it, it was different, it was fast and awkward and it was...Fang.
The name slipped passed my lips and he captured my neck with his mouth. My wings were shaking, my whole body was, and Fang's wings had opened up and layed against the sofa limply. And I just remember seeing my shirt on the floor, and then dragging Fang to the bedroom by his belt loops.
After, we lay side by side sweating, shaking and gasping for air. Max lay on her front, one wing stretched out and dangling over the bed, and the other tucked against her back. Mine were tucked in, as I lay on my side and tried to find Max's hand under the duvet. She faced me and gave me her hand. I saw my jeans hanging on the door and Max's underwear on the lamp.
"What are you thinking about?" Max asked, putting her head on her palm.
"You and me." I murmured. Max sniffed, and rubbed her nose, which I noticed was red from the cold as it was winter.
"...Same." She said, grabbing my sweaty hand with hers. I felt tired and drained. I reached my other hand out and pulled her face towards mine. She kissed me breifly before pulling away. I was a little disappointed. She smiled a little and then sat up, ruffling her wings and tucking them in before laying back on her front and smiling at me gently. I remembered seeing that face broken, disappointed, sad, mad, angry, happy sorry, guilty...I'd seen all sorts of emotions run across that face. And for a second, it looked like a strangers face.
"Max," I said, her eyes opened. I wrapped my arms around her waist and lay my head next to hers, bringing us closer. Max hooked a leg over mine and hugged me back. She sighed into my neck, and began kissing my shoulder.
"I'd say I love you if I knew what love meant." She murmured. I kissed her lips and then closed my eyes.
"I'd say I love you, but I don't know how." I whispered back, opening them to see her looking at me with a soft smile on her face, she kissed me again, pulled away, eyes closed and then kissed me again...and again, until I caught her bottom lip between my teeth and pinned her beaneath me. She whimpered and ran her fingers through my hair. I'd thought that having sex, with wings, would be awkward, but it wasn't, because we'd wrap our wings around each other so we were like catepillars in a cuccoon. That was the best thing about it.
Don't tell Max I said that.
The second time was different, instead of fast, frenzied and full of confusion and some anger, it was slow, nice and...normal. I am not going to say it was passionate and stuff like that, because I am most definatly not a mush person. Fang collapsed next to me, and lay his head on my chest, whilst I tried to find myself again. He was shaking, too. "We need to talk now." He said, voice trembling. He cleared his throat, lifting his head.
"About?" I replied, pushing him back so I could look at him.
"Us," he said bluntly. "Do we hate each other? L-lo-like each other or...?" He trailed off, watching my hand travel up his sweaty chest. I looked at him and kissed his cheek.
"I like you, a lot." I murmured.
"Likewise," he muttered, running his tongue over his bottom lip and then biting it. I lay on my front and closed my eyes.
"We're Max and Fang, best friends and...You know, that'll never change, we'll never leave each other." I sighed tiredly. I felt Fang's weight lift off the bed and then he came back. I opened my eyes to see him laying on his front and tucking his arms under the pillow.
"Night," I said.
"Night." He whispered.
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