A/N: Welcome back. This evening I give you part two of my three-part Contact Figgy series. The first part was Touching, and this, part two, is Feeling. Feeling takes part almost immediately before the books begin. Enjoy. This goes to prompt #84, He (because I realised I can do better things with Taste... :3)
LOL halfway thought this I had an odd thought... can blind people cry tears? Then I realised how retarded that question was, so I randomly decided that they can, MK? Because I said so.
Warnings: This chapter bypasses any further pre-slash, and skips straight to the snogging XD -is a dirty old man... only young and female-
Also, I'm not happy at all with how OOC Max turned out. Dammit. Blame everything on my flu... I can't wait for it to be SUMMER ALREADY D:
Thanks to Danny for conversating with me and helping out when I had Max issues (WHY is my mental Max about 10 times sarkier than real Max?) This chapter's for you. :D
And shiny reviewers XD
hyper.much911: I know, I read StWaOES, now... I didn't expect Figgy (ghey characters seems to be a turn-off for most writers sadly) but still, Mang (I prefer it to Fax) is cool too. I could swing both ways, ya know? LOL and I love the door of pervertedness... I keep leaving it open, even when mum yells at me to close it, because there's a draft XD
Raefele: Your review still makes me laugh a lot. You win my review award for the moment! -gives shiny medal-
c: You mean you think boys should like girls? EWW!
off-put: I'm not sure... did you misunderstand the term slash? Slash refers to gay gentlemen, who are in the practise of doing things with each other. Naughty things. Besides, my first chapter was called Touching, so I threw the word in there a lot, like the word feeling is in this one a lot. I also like your spelling of 'acward' lol. So sorry... but I was going for the sliightly perverted touch there, if it's offputting for you, you should perhaps find a story that isn't slash. So, in closing, please don't tell me how to write my stories.
DannyRebecca: Hehe you're the awesome:) How're you liking TAE so far? XD it makes me smile still... ah, beach scene... beautiful, beach scene.
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Contact - Feeling
"Fang?" Iggy said quietly, sitting up blearily. Upon hearing no response, the 14 year old dragged himself out of bed, and began to dress, blind ((groan)) to the fact that Fang was still in his bed.
The black-haired boy watched silently, a flush creeping into his face, as Iggy removed his shirt, revealing a toned, yet lean torso, muscles evident in his slender frame. Fang's mouth was open to announce his presence, when Iggy slid off his pyjama pants, freezing Fang in place. All Iggy had on underneath were a pair of cloudy white silk boxers and pale, untouched skin. Fang watched in silent awe as Iggy bent over to find something in his wardrobe. He had no idea a man could be so perfect. Fang had always assumed that he was going to wind up with Max, but now... Now he wasn't so sure.
Iggy stood back up, clutching a baggy pair of light blue jeans, and a silken pale blue shirt. Fang couldn't help staring in slight disappointment as Iggy pulled the pants on, covering his perfect legs. A slight shift in the blankets from Fang, and Iggy was instantly alert.
"Only me." Fang said hoarsely, and Iggy relaxed.
"Good morning Fang." He smiled lightly, then blushed. "How long have you been there?"
"Um... I woke up a couple of minutes ago." Fang blushed, staring at the ground, despite the fact that it made no real difference with Iggy. "I didn't mean to..."
"No... um..." Iggy's head was pointed at the floor, hands holding his shirt behind his back. He still saw no desire to put it on apparently, and this was having an effect on Fang. One Fang wasn't entirely sure he wanted... Fang closed his eyes, praying silently. 'Please let things be normal. Let me wake up, and none of this ever happened. Please please please.' Fang's eyes snapped open when he felt Iggy sitting down level with his lower stomach... His eyelashes cleared his vision just in time for Fang to see Iggy leaning down slowly, shyly, until Fang's lips were covered with Iggy's own. Fang's eyes widened at the new sensation, staring into Iggy's unseeing orbs, before they closed gently, and he got used to all the feelings coursing through his body. Fang was somewhat disappointed when Iggy pulled back, and then it sunk in. Iggy had kissed him. He had kissed Iggy back. And he had liked it.
Did that make Fang gay?
He wasn't sure, and had no desire to think about it. Right now all he wanted was an explanation.
"Um." Iggy said slowly. "That was really weird."
Fang nodded slowly, before remembering he was in the exclusive company of the blind. "Yeah." He said quietly, touching his lips shyly.
Iggy looked almost afraid, as thought waiting for the explosion. When it didn't come, he relaxed, and Fang felt ready to speak again.
"Wanna never speak of this again?" He said quickly, and instantly regretted it. For some reason it hurt, to say that, to throw away any chances he may have had with Iggy, but chances were one of them was gonna say it. Might as well get it over with.
Iggy looked downcast, but nodded, just as Fang expected him to. "Y... yeah. I suppose." He got up, tugging his shirt on, and left the room without another word. Fang flopped back onto the pillow, rubbing his eyes.
000
Iggy sat alone on the sofa in the lounge room, one that hadn't moved in all the years they lived there, and thought. Well, thought while hugging his knees and crying into the rough fabric of his jeans. Fang had clearly enjoyed it, hadn't he? But then again, maybe it was just the first kiss reaction... Iggy didn't know. In any case, Fang had pushed him away in the end, and now it was behind them. He didn't know if he could get over it... Iggy had always loved Fang, possibly since Fang and he had been children... Fang had always stayed back, taken special care to make sure Iggy wasn't in any danger, he had been the one who yelled when one of the younger ones left something lying around and Iggy fell over, the one who made sure Iggy could find his food and read books to him when he was bored. Fang had always taken the time to be there for Iggy, he had brought some small reality into the dark world Iggy lived in. And now... Iggy didn't know if things could ever be the same again.
"What's the matter?" Came Max's voice from the other end of the couch and Iggy jumped, realising with a start that he hadn't even heard her coming. He opened his eyes, facing in her direction, but as usual no mysterious image of Max appeared before him... Iggy realised with a jolt that he didn't actually know what Max looked like... he knew the texture of her feathers, the feel of her skin and hair opposed to the others, but he didn't have a clue about her facial features... about any of them, really.
"Can I touch you?" He asked abruptly, then felt the heat on his skin that meant a blush. "Sorry... I mean... I don't even know what your face looks like. It gets so frustrating sometimes."
"Um... sure." Max shrugged... he could tell by the rustle of her top. And so, awkwardly, Iggy brushed his hand across her jaw... Max had a strong jaw, he realised, and his hands tentatively explored upwards. She had a long nose, and large eyes, and her cheekbones were high. Max was sitting as still as she could until he had had his fill and released her face, placing his hands back in his lap.
"Thanks." He said awkwardly, and Max nodded.
"I always forget that you won't know what we look like. So what's up?"
"It's nothing. Just... Fang being Fang." Iggy sighed.
"That would be nothing. But Fang's always taken time out to make sure you're okay, what's he done to upset you? Because that's not like him. You've always come first with Fang."
"Yeah, but this is different. I can't tell you, Fang would kill me." Iggy told his knees, face tired.
"You can tell me anything, I won't tease either of you. Unless it's something really crazy like you kissed or something, then I might be inclined to at least freak out a little."
"Um..." Iggy blushed, face totally fixated on the floor. Max blinked.
"No way. You have to be kidding me."
"It was... sort of an accident." Iggy mumbled. "I didn't meant to kiss him, it just sort of happened."
"Okay. That is something I can -not- picture."
"I know it's really weird, but yeah. And afterwards, even though he seemed to like it, he asked if we could just pretend it never happened." A tear fell from Iggy's eye, running down his long nose, and hitting his lap with a splat. Max put a comforting arm around his shoulders.
"Hey, don't worry. I'm sure he's kicking himself right now. He's probably gonna come out and throw himself into your arms dramatically." She smiled.
Iggy laughed. "I really hope so. Somehow I doubt it though."
Max smiled. "Don't worry. He'll get over whatever it is bothering him." She patted Iggy on the back.
Iggy smiled through his tears. "Thanks Max... It means a lot." He wiped off his face and stood up. "I'm gonna go have a shower."
Max nodded. "Good luck Iggy."
Iggy smiled lightly, then headed down the hall to the bathroom. He stepped into the room, kicking off his shoes as he went, and started to strip off his powder-blue shirt and dark baggy jeans. He turned on the shower taps, stepping under the warm jet of water. It ran over his body in a relaxing spray, making everything feel much better.
000
Fang emerged from his room dressed in a dark red t-shirt and black jeans, and headed for the bathroom. He had spent a long time berating himself for what he had said, and now needed to take a shower and think. He had never known a man could be so beautiful, and it scared him. Fang didn't think he was gay, he didn't want to be. But Iggy was... god, Iggy was beautiful. His slim frame had just the right amount of muscles, every curve and line of his body seemed to be placed purposely to arouse and allure Fang.
He was lost in thought as he pushed open the ajar bathroom door, and was met with the stunning glare of reality.
Iggy was in the shower.
Iggy was in the shower.
And Iggy hadn't heard him.
Fang knew what he should do. He should back out, close the room, and try to forget this. But he was lost. Lost in the milky white of Iggy's skin, the curve of his slight muscles, the steaming water flowing down his body. It was irresistible. Fang was unable to tear himself away.
A strange sensation filled Fang's body; all of his clothes were becoming too tight; he could barely breathe. There were beads of moisture on his forehead that could either be sweat or condensation, he couldn't tell. All he knew was that Iggy was naked and beautiful and... oh.
Fang's brain hadn't even caught the fact that his friend was naked, but now that he thought about it, he really should have realised. He stood there still in the middle of the room, confusing and scary thoughts chasing themselves around his head, all the while Iggy soaped himself, totally unaware of Fang's presence.
Fang stood absolutely still, attempting to regain his sanity. Slowly, he gathered himself and stepped backwards, preparing to leave
-right into a puddle of water. Shit.
Iggy's head jerked up. "Who's there?" He frowned, glaring at thin air. "Who is it? Gazzy?"
Fang did the only thing he could think of to do right now. He turned tail. And ran.
He knew the further splashes would alert Iggy even more, but he didn't care. All Fang cared about was escaping, and pretending it never happened. He entered the lounge at a dash, and came face to face with Max, glaring to kill.
"We need to talk now." She said in a dangerous voice, gesturing to the couch.
Fang drew a sharp breath. "You've talked to Iggy, haven't you."
She nodded solemnly, gesturing to the seat. Fang sighed, and sat down.
"Look... I feel like a total moron for saying that to him. It wasn't right." Fang sighed, addressing his knees. Max put a comforting hand on his shoulder.
"I know it's easier to take the way out, to just say enough, and drop it, but it's not the best way. If you talk to Iggy, you can still put things right." She looked Fang straight in the eyes, a piercing look that told Fang straight away what needed to be done. By him. He smiled weakly at her.
"I'll try, Max." He said feebly. Max smiled, and looked like she was about to say something else, but at that moment, Iggy stepped into the room, toweling his hair dry.
"Who was in the bathroom just now? I was trying to shower?"
Max blinked and opened her mouth, but Fang made frantic 'no!' gestures.
"I don't know." Max said, like a bad actor. Fang rolled his eyes.
"Well, whatever." Iggy shrugged. "Where are Nudge and Fang and the others?"
"Nudge took Angel and Gazzy to pick strawberries." Max said, looking at Fang for the other answer.
"I'm right here." Fang said dully. Every muscle in Iggy's body tensed, and he looked like he was about to explode. He walked over to the kitchen area mechanically.
"I'll make you breakfast." Iggy started to say, but Fang grabbed his arm. "No... we need to talk." He pulled Iggy back into their room and sat him down on his bed, while Fang fell onto his own.
"What did you want to talk about?" Iggy said icily, clearly not happy with Fang.
"...I don't want to pretend that never happened." Fang sighed, rubbing his face. "We should talk."
Iggy blinked, tensing further in case this was some sort of joke. "You serious? Because if you're just being stupid, I swear, I will hurt you so much."
"I'm not. I've been feeling really... weird things for you for awhile now. I don't know what it is, but I know I don't want it to stop." Fang said, addressing his knees. Iggy relaxed visibly with every word, until he looked like he might collapse.
"I know how you feel... Every time you touch me I get this little thrill, like an electric shock almost. I know it means something."
Fang smiled sheepishly. "I know... every time I see you I can't help wondering if anything more beautiful could ever exist."
They both averted each other's gazes, though in Iggy's case this was mostly to make Fang feel more comfortable. A slightly awkward silence followed.
"It was me in the bathroom." Fang said after a moment. "I didn't know you were in there, and I wanted a shower." He blushed, and Iggy turned even redder.
"You mean... You saw me naked?" Iggy looked stunned and strangely, slightly honoured.
Fang nodded. "It was the most amazing thing I've ever seen." He blushed.
"Um... thanks." Iggy smiled. He got up from his own bed, and went over to sit on Fang's instead.
"So... what d'you wanna do now?" He asked, leaving the question open for Fang's interpretation.
Fang chose a physical answer instead of a verbal one, pressing his lips firmly onto Iggy's. Iggy squeaked slightly in shock, then gave himself over to Fang, wrapping his arms around the other boy's shoulders, surrendering to Fang's powerful kiss.
However, after a minute of simply holding each other, lips and tongues pressed gently together, Iggy pulled back. "Fang..."
Fang blinked. "What is it?"
"Can I touch your face?" He asked, suddenly realising he wanted to see Fang the way Fang saw him, wanted to know every detail of his physical form. "I want to know what you look like."
"Go ahead." Fang smiled, and Iggy slowly placed his hands on Fang's cheeks. They felt warm from blushing, and Iggy smiled slightly as he traced his hands down the cheeks to Fang's strong jawline, then up across his thin lips and long nose, over his closed eyes... they felt small, with long eyelashes, and across his thick brows. Iggy smiled, and continued touching and stoking, feeling every inch of Fang's face, before planting a light kiss on his lips.
"You feel beautiful." He smiled warmly.
A/N: TEH SQUEE! Next chapter (smutty) coming soon. Teehee.