It's back by popular demand! Yay! I feel so loved.

Disclaimer: You know the deal. It still isn't mine. Nothing is. Nothing but those 27 pens.

God. I should catch Fang doing embarrassing things more often. Still pinning me against the wall, he trailed kisses down my chin to my neck. He nibbled softly.

"Uh... Fang? I'm pretty sure that's how hickeys are made." He pulled back.

"Actually, hickeys are broken capillaries, caused by the suction. It pulls them to the surface, causing them to pop. It's essentially a bruise."(A/N They really are. You can make them go away faster-supposedly, I myself have never had the opportunity present itself- by putting a spoon in the freezer and putting it on the hickey while it is just starting to form and it has to be cold) That's the most I'd ever heard him say. And it was about hickeys for God's sake.

"Oh." Was all I managed. He smirked and went back to nibbling on my neck. He worked his way back up to my lips and hovered above them for a second, teasing me, just letting his breath tickle my lips. "For the love of God, Fang! Just kiss me!" I surprised myself. He smirked at my reaction.

"I'm just so damn tempting, aren't I?" He teased.

"Oh yeah. You're just fangaliscious," I said sarcastically. He gave me a look. I snickered.

"That's not very nice, Max."

"And...?" He got a mischievous glint in his eye. "What are going to do?" I asked.

"Nothing," he replied. He moved one of his hands off my hips and trailed a finger up my spine causing me to shiver. He smirked. "Absolutely nothing," he whispered in my ear. He nibbled on my earlobe.

"Please stop," I whispered with absolutely no authority in my voice.

"Stop what? I'm doing nothing," He said innocently.(A/N Is that an oxymoron? Doing nothing.) I whimpered. I actually whimpered. I'm so weak. I felt him smirk. I wanted to smack him, I did. But I couldn't. Once again, my body was working against me. He moved his lips back up to mine. I entwined my fingers through his hair. You never really know how much hair someone has until you have your fingers in it. I don't know how much time passed but we didn't hear the door open and someone enter until they cleared their throat.

"Sorry to burst in on fun time with Fang (A/N I've always wanted to say that on this site before I even signed up. I just think I'm oh-so-clever.) but we were looking for you guys." I pulled back at the sound of Iggy's voice. How did he even know what we were doing? I took another step away from Fang which Iggy must have heard. He smirked. "Dinner's ready. Though I guess you could just continue to suck each others faces off. But I'm not sure how long you could live off each other."

"Shut up, Ig," I snapped. He snickered.

"Somebody's embarrassed," he clucked. I gave him a glare that was wasted on him. "Don't worry. I won't tell. YET." With that he left the room. I swear I heard him laugh maniacally.

Okay, that's chapter 2. I know, chapter 1 was infinitely better. It'll get better. I promise. Next chapter is The Dinner. Let's see how awkward I can make it.

Peace and Love and Hot Vampires (Thought I'd mix it up a bit since chances are, if you like Fang you'd like a vampire.),

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