And now for my first Figgy story! (P.S. It isn't a songfic, but is inspired by the Madonna Song, Like a Prayer)

Like a Prayer: Chapter 1

"Life is like a mystery, everyone must stand alone. I hear you call my name and it feels like home."

Iggy was lying on his bed, not sure what to do. For a little while now, he had had a crush on Fang, and was confused; the feelings had appeared suddenly, rashly. He tried to hold off on them for the sake of Max and the flock, but lately it has been much harder to do so. Lately he has been having these uncontrollable urges. At times he would want to jump him right there, and other times, he just wanted to touch him, his body. Like now, for example; he just wanted to throw him onto his bed, run his fingers up and down his broad cheat, kiss his lips passionately, and… he wasn't sure about the rest. All he knew was that, he wanted Fang to be in love with him, or at least feel the same way he felt. He wanted him not to feel anything for Max, reserve those feelings for him alone. Sure she deserved something good, but so did he. He was the blind one, the one who should get a break. But Iggy could tell that he wasn't going to get one, and that he never would.

You see, Iggy thought of himself as a lesser part of the flock, one who wasn't as important, one that didn't matter. He knew who was important: Max, Fang, and Angel. And as much as he hated to admit, he was not a part of that exclusive club. Iggy did long to be, because maybe, just maybe, he would have a chance to be with him. So that night, Iggy lie alone. He wished desperately for what could be; he wished for Fang as he did every night for some time now. Alas, he knew now, that not every wish is comes true and you should be careful what you do wish for; it could come back to bite him in the... ah, never mind. Iggy closed his eyes for a moment, dreaming of what could be…

Iggy woke up in a dark room, lying on a full sized bed, the only thing in the room, as far as he could see. Like magic, the lights turned on and white was all around him, except for what he sat on. Iggy sat there, afraid that if he stepped off he would fall into an endless oblivion. It seemed like an eternity that he was there; it seemed like an eternity that he was sitting, watching, wishing, waiting for something to happen, and like a prayer, it did, The ground changed from white to a shade of light grey, materializing to the color of my carpet. He stepped off of the bed, feeling the warm carpeting caress his toes, and looking around. Besides from the carpet, nothing had changed. Then, he noticed that he could see. It was a rare occasion when he could see in his dreams. The colors were warm pools, soft and inviting.

Next, a door appeared, and none other than Fang appeared. He was only in a black t-shirt and dark faded green boxers; and even in this casual attire, he managed to look absolutely wonderful, stunning even. His arms were open, welcoming me to an embrace. Iggy walked over to him, even if it wasn't real. The only problem was, he couldn't. Every time he would try to reach out to him his arms would stop, as if automatically. It was frightening. Suddenly, Iggy was yanked back onto the bed. Startled by the sudden action, he tried to get up, but he wasn't able to move at all. Fang crawled on the bed, on all fours and began to kiss him, the action fiery. Caught in the moment, Iggy kissed him back, forgetting that his mouth was the only thing that he could move.

Then, Fang started to move his kisses lower, starting to trail his neck and collarbone. I felt a moan escape my lips and couldn't help but feel embarrassed. Fang stopped and we stared into each other's eyes for a few moments. A confused expression crossed his perfect face and he sat up abruptly and faded from my sight. I was confused, only a small whisper escaping my lips. "Wh—what happened?"

Iggy was yanked from his dream and reality came into light, or as he should've said, dark. He was cold and alone, not only had his blanket fallen off of his bed, but also his lips were warm, as if just been kissed. Iggy could still feel the tingles, the heat along his collarbone. It had felt so real. Iggy got up and stepped into the hallway. There was a light pitter of sound, of footsteps that I chose to investigate. He followed the footsteps and knew that they lead to Fang's room. Slightly excited, I followed, stepping into his room and closing the door behind me. "Fang, you awake?"

There was a lot of shuffling near his bed, and I stood at his side. Eventually, I got an answer among the ruffling sounds. He replied, his voice gruff. Probably from kissing Max, I thought sadly. A pang of jealousy stuck me in the heart and I stared emotionlessly ahead, not letting him get to me. "Were you… awake?"

"I was asleep and…" I tried.

"You woke up because of me?"

I scratched the back of my head nervously. "Yeah. Were you in my room?"

"Yeah, I thought you were awake," he said, his voice low.

"What were you doing…?" I asked. He didn't respond. I reached foreword, to see where he was, but I instead touched his cheek, which was pinking. He was blushing? What for? I pulled back my hand really fast, staring at him quizzically. I didn't understand.

"Could you just go back to bed? We can talk later," he said nervously, obviously trying to shoo me away. What was he trying to hide? What didn't he want me to know?

I sat down next to him, facing him. "What's wrong?"

He sighed heavily, dreading the moment. "I'm gay."

"What?" I practically yelled. I hadn't expected myself to react this way; it just surprised me so much. All this time, I had been pining over him and there had been a chance. It just—there were no words for it, it was indescribable. During my feat of speechlessness Fang took it for disapproval, being angry. "I had no idea."

"Of course you didn't," he mumbled.

"Did you kiss me earlier?" I asked, my eyes wide, voice soft. He nodded. "Why did you do that?"

"I thought we already went over this," he said, starting to get angry with me.

"No, I mean… I was asleep," I whisper.

"I didn't know you were."

"How didn't you?"

"You were moving around like a regular person would," he breathed. I didn't know I moved in my sleep. Maybe that's why my dream had felt, so real; it probably was real… I hoped.

"So what did you say when you thought I was awake?"

"I had said that I was in love with you, whole heartfelt speech included, but that doesn't matter anyways. I was just being stupid; you couldn't ever love me, the one with the perfect picture of your dream girl. I won't even bother trying, because I—"

I couldn't take anymore of this; his speech was for nothing; I loved him, he just didn't know. Who knew that things could be so perfect? Maybe I would get a break, finally. I leaned in silencing him, my kiss full on the lips. It was as amazing as I had hoped; it was perfect. After a few minutes we broke apart, staring into each other's eyes, "You don't think it's stupid?" Fang asked, nearly breathless.

This was it; maybe we could be together, finally, forever. I nodded, "No, I don't."

Our foreheads were touching, our faces so close I could feel him smiling against my lips. Bliss.

Fang was now on top of me; we were making out now, both feeling on top of the world. After talking for a while, things had gotten hotter, heavier. He started kissing lower, where we had left off before. His touch was magic, his kisses were love. He lifted my shirt over my head and threw it across the room. His lips felt so good across my chest. Fang's kisses trailed to my stomach, and then he stopped to meet my lips for another kiss. Mmm… this was bliss. He stopped to breathe, but I wanted more. I pulled him closer to me to the point where our clothes felt like a second skin.

Without breaking a kiss, I took his shirt off and flipped him over, so that I was on top and straddling him. I could feel a bulge in his pants rubbing against me as I kissed his nipple. I heard him moan and blushed, but he smirked, moving under me, his hips bucking against mine. I tried to ignore it, but it felt so good. I sucked his nipple, his fingernails digging into my back. I swirled my tongue around the spot, occasionally nibbling at it. This seemed to make him go crazy; he moaned even louder and I silenced him with a kiss. I did the other and stopped; they were so distracting. His hips…

I decided that I'd waited enough and started grinding against him, hard. It felt so good, and I moaned in ecstasy. I lay on his chest for a moment, trying to catch my breath from just this, but he didn't take no for an answer. Fang got on top of me and started rubbing himself against me, up and down, up and down, up and down. I wrapped my arms around him, and pulled him down on top of me. I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, but I stayed quiet. This may be our only time together for a while. Our noses were touching and I smiled at him, Fang returning the favor. He started pulling down my pants; when he got them off, he threw them across the bed. I fiddle with the drawstring to his pajamas, but I couldn't get them open.

Fang wasted no time undoing them himself and kicking them off his feet. We sat across from each other, taking in our appearances for all of about two seconds before charging, animal instincts taking over. I leaned in for another kiss, but Fang threw me down once again, taking over. The suddenness scared me a bit. His ripped our boxers off and gave me a final kiss. I tried to move under his grasp, to tell hum no, but he wasn't listening. He was too far into it to care. I never wanted to do this, not yet. I had just wanted to be with him, to be together. "Fang," I stop to catch my breath for a few seconds, "stop."

He let go of my arms, releasing me from his grip. He squeezed my member, making me grunt in pleasure. I wanted to stop, but it felt so good; I was speechless. He continued pumping over and over, over and over, and I couldn't do a thing. I was under his control. My breathing was ragged, too sharp to say a word. I used my hands to slap his away, but he had already moved his hand; I had ended up touching myself in the process. He misunderstood me, grinning playfully and took my hand, placing it on his penis, wrapping it around and licked my chest slowly, carefully. I moaned and tightened my hands, which were squeezing the life out of his arm, and on Fang. He moaned heavily, wanting me to continue. When I didn't he started massaging my nipple with his tongue with amazing precision, which made my grip tighten.

"Mmm," was the noise he made in reply to me. He bucked his hips into mine, making us collide. It was one of the best things I had ever felt. My member exploded in pleasure, and I'm guessing that his did too, because the low growl that escaped him lips was just about inhuman. And against my will, responding to Fang our hips grinded against each other repeatedly. It was so instinct, because even though with just about every fiber in my being wanted us to stop, I couldn't because my instincts didn't want me to. They wanted me to see this out through the end. Fang aligned himself with my entrance, and I wanted him to stop. I tried to pull away, but every time he caught me. I felt like a prisoner; I was trapped at the hands of Fang. He started to enter, pain erupting between my thighs, driving me mad. After a few seconds it stopped and I felt somewhat better. He proceeded. "Uhh, Fang. Stop it."

I backed away from him, and he pulled me back, holding me in place. I started to move wildly, frantically, but to no avail he got me, put me back in my place. Trying to calm me down it seemed; he rubbed me wildly. It did anything but calm me down; it turned me on immensely. By now he was already delving inside, and it felt amazing, but it was not what I wanted. While trying to move away, I was stopped by his hips. They plunged into mine sharply, hitting my sweet spot. I grunted against my will, my panting, my body screaming for more, my minds screaming 'no', that this wasn't right, that this isn't what I wanted. My body didn't struggle anymore; it was over. He had already done what he needed to.

Fang rode me like a horse, going all around, hitting all the right places, when he collapsed on me, reaching his release. Our fluids sprayed everywhere, inside me, on me, on him; it was over.

"I… told you… to stop, but… you didn't," I breathed. He was still inside me, his presence lingering. He didn't seem concerned at all; he had actually enjoyed himself.

"You wanted me…to," he replied tiredly.

"No… I didn't," I argued. But alas, it didn't matter, because he was already asleep. I quickly redressed and collapsed in my own bed, leaving him there in amidst my shame.

—Should I continue, or leave it a one-shot? It's up to you guys…