Chapter One:

It was birthday today. I mean, I guess it was. I never really figured out my birthday.

I just turned 20, and boy, let me tell you, it is nothing like I expected it to be.

Life is good, we've all settled in a house Dr. Martinez bought for us to be safe in.
So anyways, I refused to go out tonight to celebrate my 'birthday', because I did not like big clubs and parties.

I decided to put my pajamas on, so I took off my shirt, bra and jeans, and put on a purple tank top and a pair of black sweats.
Fang was downstairs watching 'Due Date', so I decided to try to scare him.

Bad idea, I know.

I tried to sneak into the living room to scare him, but when I approached the couch, he wasn't there.
Surprised, I looked around, and then my neck hairs stood on end.

I turned around and jumped.

Fang grinned at me, chuckling softly.

"God damn, can you not do that?" I snarled, trying to hit him.
"Think you can scare me that easily?" Fang retorted, which made me even more annoyed.

"A girl can try," I growled, plopping down on the couch.

Fang sat by me, looking me over, "Decided to wear something comfy tonight?"

"Yeah, problem shadow boy?" I asked.
"Of course not," Fang replied, looking me over.

I pushed him over and waved my finger, "No-no-no-no-no."
He sighed and his eyes went straight to my boobs.

I looked down and saw he was staring at my nipples, which were sticking sharply out because I wasn't wearing a bra.
"Fang!"

Fang's POV
Fang was sitting on the couch, after he made a smooth response to her scathing remark, and he couldn't help it, as he turned and looked at her body, especially her breasts.

They jiggled when she laughed, and her nipples bounced up and down, they were sticking straight out, like she was taunting them in his face.

He clenched his fists, and his eyes widened when her shirt came up a little when she laughed and looked at him.

She gasped and brought her hands to her breast, "Fang!" she yelled, ready to slap him.

"I'm sorry, Max-"
"You're a complete pig, I swear!" she snarled, bringing her arms down to show her sharp nipples again.
Fang became speechless, but he reached forward and grabbed her breast.
Max'sPOV
I was really ticked off when he started staring me down like fresh meat, but it pissed me off when he reached for my boob.
He closed his hand around my tit and squeezed softly, like he was testing out new equipment.

I gaped at him, my eyes wide.

Shocked, both of us stared at each other without moving.

And I was the first to react, my cheeks flaring red, I slapped him across the face.

Fang's head snapped back at the force of the blow, and he looked back at me, his ivory cheek now red and stinging.

"Max, I uh, I-"

I stood up, "Don't even, Fang."

I heard him get up as well, but I didn't turn to him.

He grabbed my arm and forced me to turn around.

"I just want to- you know-" He trailed off, staring into my eyes.

"I want to hear you say it," I hissed, scowling.

"I want to- fk- ou- hd" He muttered the last part.

"I'm sorry, can you repeat that?" I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

Fang's nose flared and he glared at me, "I want to fuck you, Max." He growled.

My jaw dropped and I stared at his pissed face.

I was about to fake laugh and blow him off, but he silences all my worries with a kiss.

He reached up and ran his fingers through my hair, pulling me closer to him till our bodies were touching more than I was usually comfortable with.

But now, I couldn't stop the lust from rising in my throat.

I wanted Fang, and I needed him right now.

Fang's hands ran down my back, and onto my hips.

He lifted my shirt enough so he could place his cold hands on my soft hips.

Fang backed me up, till I tripped on the couch's leg and we fell onto the couch.

Fang's tongue entered my mouth and connected with mine, and that was it for me.

"I want it Fang," I whispered into his mouth.

"What was that, I couldn't hear you," Fang responded, looking down at me with a gleeful smirk.

He was enjoying this.

"You are so full of it," I hissed.

"I'll take it," Fang said, bringing his lips back to mine.

His hands snaked under my shirt and pulled it over my head.

I gasped as the shirt fluttered to the ground, leaving me half-naked.

Of course Fang has seen my boobs before, we have done some foreplay, I guess you could say.

But tonight was different, we couldn't control ourselves.

We were drunk on the lust.

Fang pulled away and latched onto my nipple, sucking it and flicking it with his tongue.

I let out a moan without meaning too, my eyes rolling to the back of my head.

I arched my back and Fang took his chance, grabbing the elastic of my pants, he pulled them off easily, tossing them to the side.

I was now in my underwear.

"Ok, sir, we have to be even," I said, feeling high.

I reached up and helped him take off his shirt and then I unbuckled his belt.

I couldn't help myself though, running my fingers over his toned stomach and up his four pack.

His flesh shivered under my touch, and he took my hand, kissing it.

He got on his knees so I could get to his pants better.

I unbuttoned his black jeans and let Fang get up and pull them off.

He was in his boxers now, and he finally pulled those off too.

I stared at his cock with curiosity and lust at the same time.

He was hard, and it turned me on as well.

He got back on top of me, and I stared at him for a few seconds.

Then I wriggled out of my underwear, leaving it hanging on my toes.

The couch was not the biggest, so one of my legs had to hang off the side.

So my vagina was fully exposed to Fang.

Fang stared in between my legs for a while, as if thinking of what to do.

He glanced at his fingers, grinned slowly, and then slid two of his fingers over the entrance of my vagina.

I shivered down to my toes and let out a moan.

Fang forced his two fingers into my vagina, pulling them out and slamming them back in.

My vagina tightened around his fingers and I groaned loudly, my nails digging into the couch.

"Don't get too excited Max, I haven't even started yet," Fang chuckled, smirking at me.

He pulled his fingers out and position his dick right outside of my vagina.

I could see my juices on his fingers, and he licked it off with a lopsided grin I loved with all my heart.

And he pushed his cock in deep.

As my cherry popped, I let out a scream in between my clenched teeth.

I reached out to Fang, sitting up so I could bury my head in his neck.

As I did, I bit his collarbone to release uncomfortable pain he was causing me.

Once I was used to his dick all up in me, he fucked me.

Hard.

Let's just say that up to this moment, nothing had compared to what I felt for Fang.

We were connected now.

He was mine, and I was his.

After a rousing game of fuckery, Fang pulled out of me.

I gasped and panted, staring at him with wide eyes.

"That was-"

"Yeah I know," Fang breathed.

"Should we-?" I was silenced as Fang kissed me, a small sweet kiss that made my heart beat faster.

"Let's go to bed, Max." Fang whispered, taking my hand.

I got up on wobbly legs, picking up my clothes, I followed him upstairs.