A/N: Sorry, I read strip poker and had to.

Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride or any of the characters. I also do not own the stripping game idea.

Claimer: I kind of own the plot.

Monotany- Ch. 1- Strip Monopoly

We were sitting in a hotel room, all alone, because the rest of the flock had gone off to bed and Ig hadn't left yet.

So there we were, Fang, Iggy and I.

Bored in a hotel room.

"So, are you guys bored or what?" Iggy said, oblivious to me and Fang's quick, confused looks at each other.

We both wanted him OUT. We said we were going to talk once the others went to bed. But, of course, Iggy was blind, and couldn't take a hint.

"I'll take that as a yes," he said, after we didn't reply, "We should play a game. How about... Monopoly?" he said, gesturing towards the complimentary game. How did he know we had that?

I shrugged, thinking there could be no harm in the game, then remembering, said, "I'm shrugging, Ig."

"Okay, but here is an additional rule," he said, setting out the game, "Whenever you lose 500, you take an some clothes off."

Fang and I didn't even bother to reply to that.

"I'm BLIND." he reminded us.

"We sure as hell aren't." Fang muttered under his breath.

So that's how this all started.

"Haha, Max, I will take those 500 from you." Ig said.

I sighed, gave him the money, and took off my shirt.

"Aw, what I would give to be able to see right now..." Iggy said, hearing the shirt hit the floor.

I gave him a look, saying, "oh, and you've got so much clothes on... I mean, I only lost 500 so far, and you lost... 1,500. Haha, that leaves you with boxers. You're just lucky you had a hat on," but sadly, he couldn't tell.

I glanced over to Fang, who was INCREDIBLY sexy shirtless. What? NO! Bad mind, Fang is my right-hand man, NOT my... NO! STOP, BAD MIND!

"Ig, fork it." Fang said, holding out his hand while looking away.

Iggy handed over his LAST 500 dollars in Monopoly money, stripping his boxers in the process.

"So... want to party?" he said.

"PUT YOUR FRICKIN' CLOTHES ON AND GO TO BED!" Gaz yelled from the next room.

"LANGUAGE!" I shouted back.

Angel, why? I asked in my mind.

The flock had a right to know what you guys do when they're trying to sleep.

She had a point. So did Gaz!

"Ig, seriously." Fang said, covering his eyes.

"Fine then, I'll just leave." he said, walking to the door without putting any clothes back on, "Ah, the freedom."

I threw his clothes at him, while he proceeded down the hallway in his birthday suit.

"That boy has issues." I said, walking to the door myself.

"Where are you going?" Fang said, without bothering to put his shirt back on. He came close... very close.

"Well, I was going to go back to my hotel room." I said, grabbing my own shirt in my hand but not putting it on.

He looked at me, all of me, up and down. His eyes settled on my chest.

"Yes, it's a 34B you perv." I said, laughing.

He didn't reply, just came closer still.

"Oh yeah, that talk we were going to have..." I said, sitting on the bed.

Fang sat next to me and nodded.

"I was thinking, Fang," Man, this was hard to say, "Um... it's about the... the..."

I was cut off by Fang's lips on mine.

Shocked, I pulled back.

"What the hell are you doing!" I screamed, not bothering to keep my voice down, and jumping off the bed.

No matter how much I liked the idea of his lips on mine, it was FANG. He... and I... I just know he doesn't like me. Stupid teenage bird boy hormones.

I pulled my shirt back on and started walking towards the door, saying, "I'm sorry. I just can't do this."

"Max," Fang said, grabbing my arm and turning me to face him.

"Max, I'm sorry." Fang said, walking back and sitting on the bed, his head in his hands.

Wow. The two words I thought I would never hear from Fang's mouth... the three words I still thought I would never hear from him aside.

I sat next to him.

I don't know why, but I leaned over and kissed him. Not just a peck on the cheek, but a kiss.

I felt him sort of jump in surprise, but then kiss me back. I put one arm on his neck and one in his dark, ruffled hair.

He tilted his head, putting on his own hands on my waist. He leaned on top of me so that we were lying on the bed.

For a minute, we broke apart for a breath, then continued on kissing.

His hands found their way under my shirt, pulling it up over my head. I grabbed his shirt and pulled it off, kissing him harder.

Eventually our jeans came off also, leaving us in our underclothes.

I broke away from him.

"Should we?" I said.

"Whatever you think is right, Max." he replied, caressing my cheek.

I kissed him.

A/N: Should I continue this? I'm beginning to fall in love with the story.

And muahahahaha I feel so evil.

If I do continue this, they might do it.

But no way am I putting any cheesy crap in with Max getting pregnant.

If I don't continue, I will leave it as a happy oneshot.

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