Love
and War
Chapter 1
Fang
Huh. I'm feeling pretty funny today…well, not funny. Horny would be the only way to describe me right now. I sat up in my bed and internally groaned, "Little Fang" wanted to come out and play. Oh dear. Mind you, you could hardly call him little…I needed to stop dreaming about her, dreaming of Max, of what she could do to "Little Fang". Dream on. Max would never think of me like that, well sometimes I have my doubts, when I catch her gazing at me from across the room and my heart swells with joy. She smiles at me, I grin, just the slightest bit of a grin and my pants become tight because I'm a hormonal bird boy. But then again…I don't think she likes me that much, especially when we kiss. I clambered out of bed, the…err…bulge…in my boxers still prominent. Grabbing a towel I headed for the bathroom across the hall, no-one was ever up this early in the flock so I was safe to wonder around with no shirt or jeans on. Well, that's what I thought anyway. I pulled back the shower curtain and turned on the water, carefully removed my tight, black boxers and stepped inside. I gasped as the cold water hit my pale, hard body. Shit! No hot water left! Weird, someone must be up all ready and had a shower. Here's hoping it's not Angel, my thoughts are not safe for a six year old to wonder them, she'd be permanently damaged. Ah well. I slowly massaged some shampoo into my slightly long, black hair and imagined Max being in the shower with me. Hmmm……
After a rather interesting shower I quickly dried my lower half of my body and sauntered out of the bathroom into my bedroom. What I did not expect to see was Max, lying on my bed, fully dressed and awake. She looked up at me, wrapped from the waist to the knees in Gazzy's Pokémon towel, water droplets rolling down my fragrant body, hair sticking to my head here there and everywhere with "Little Fang" standing to attention, she smiled deviously at me, totally unfazed with my attire, or lack of it. Maybe this was a dream. Nah, if it was, Max would be in her underwear and be in the bed with me. I coughed, feeling a bit awkward. Raising one of my eyebrows in a manner that drives her insane, I silently asked her what the fuck she was doing in my bedroom, on my bed, not that I minded or anything. It's a shame the flock were in their rooms, I'd hate to wake them up to the sound of Max and I… maybe I could persuade them with cookies to give us some privacy later. That won't happen, but a man can hope. Well, I say man, but I mean a very hormonal teenager, but what can I do about it? The better question is…what could Max do about it? Oh dear. I am officially sex crazed.
Her
smile widened. I gulped. Slowly, Max sat up from her horizontal
position, then stood, just a few feet in front of me. Oh God, What do
I do? I took in what Max was wearing, skinny jeans- they'll be a
bugger trying to get them off of her. My eyes travelled upwards and
rested on her favourite top, the one with the huge smiley face, but
if you looked at it upside down it was a picture of a pair of
headphones. Anyway, here's the thing, I found myself looking the
image in the eyes, right were Max's…chest was rising up and down
with each breath. It was her turn to cough as she moved closer and
closer to me. My heart raced.
"Faaaang", she smiled up at me
as her last step left her pressed up against me, a majority of the
contact came from down below. I stared into her innocent eyes, not
sure of what I was looking for.
"…Yeh?" I questioned, not
really paying attention as she slowly, gently rock forward and back.
I had to stifle a groan. Did she know what she was doing to me? To
Little Fang? Every movement she made, she rubbed up against me and
sent a jolt of pleasure through my rigid frame. As if I wasn't
horny enough. Quickly, I began to lose self control as Max tortured
me slowly. For the second time that morning, I gasped. Her eyes were
brimming with desire, much like mine probably were, yet she managed
to stay in control. My towel slipped off my dripping wet body and
pooled around me on the floor. Max came into contact with my bare
skin… down there and her eyebrows raised in shock.
"Impressive",
she murmured into my ear as she grabbed my arse and pushed her hips
to mine. I tried to contain the groans and grunts that wanted to
explode from my lips but my will power had deteriorated the moment I
had become fully clotheless. In my opinion, Max was wearing too many
clothes. Eyes shut with pleasure I staggered backwards, into my
closed bedroom door.
"Max", I couldn't help it; I was no way
near being in control of my own speech. She chuckled as her hands
snaked from my arse, up my back and onto my rock hard chest tracing
my abs and leaving a trail of fire behind her. Her hips continued to
work their magic as they ground into and against mine.
"I love
the noises you make, they're so…delicious" she moaned, her
mouth millimetres away from mine, our breath mingled in the middle
and I could almost taste her.
Almost
"Can I borrow your I-pod?" Max asked, stepping back off of me. I blushed, violently. I should have seen this coming; it was all too good to be true. Damn! I must have looked hurt, shocked and, most of all, disappointed because she pouted and kissed me on the cheek. Quickly, she span around, grabbed my I-pod and turned back to face me. I was still standing in shock, gawping at her, so when Max pulled my hand to move me out of the way of the door; I complied and sat down on my bed. Watching Max leave the room, she turned to get one last look of my naked form. She winked and slowly walked out of my room, hips swinging side to side. This is war. A war of sex, flirtations and teasing. I was going to win, stay on top of the ball. I had to. Silently, I stood up off my bed, grabbed some superman boxers, slipped them on and waited until Little Fang "calmed" down-this may take while. I sank back down onto my bed and began forming plans of revenge.
I hope you like it, I don't in particular. Let me know if I should carry on