* Sorry it's taken so long to finish this. It's a little longer than I expected it to be. I didn't want them all to just jump right into bed without some kind of transition. I also added the point of view titles this time around. I hope you all like it. Let me know :)

MPOV

I told Fang so many times to not let last weekend bother him. It was the rum, that was all. Fang was disturbed about kissing Iggy. He kept asking me why I thought Iggy kissed him. He could understand him kissing and touching me. He actually said that. How was I supposed to forget about that night if he kept badgering me with questions? Was I upset that Fang kissed someone else? Was I grossed out that it was Iggy? What exactly happened between me and Iggy? Should he be worried? Did I want to do it again? Somehow I avoided answering most of them. Especially that last one.

All of Fang's questions kept that night foremost in my thoughts. Iggy's sensitive hands roaming my body. His lips on mine. He was going to do something to me, if I hadn't passed out first, something I had a feeling he would be very good at.

A knock at my door jarred me out of my daydream.

"Dinner, Max," Fang said through the door.

I opened it and the sight of him, along with my previous fantasizing gave me the desire to pull him into my room and lock the door. I pushed myself hard against him and rubbed my lips lightly over his. His hands wrapped around me as he pressed his lips harder onto mine. He pulled away slightly.

"What was that for?" he smiled.

"A preview," I grinned. "of later tonight."

"Why wait?" he asked, licking my lips and tongue.

Another knock, this time Nudge, came at my door. More like a bang. "Dinner guys!"

"We should go down," I said.

"Another preview?" he smiled wickedly.

"Maybe. But we'd better go to dinner now."

Iggy had made dinner as usual and it smelled heavenly. As I walked to my seat at the table, Iggy went past, casually brushing against me. That seemed to happen a lot lately. Granted, the kitchen wasn't very large. And it was Iggy. He needed to feel his way around. Maybe it was my imagination. Maybe not. I didn't usually sit next to him at the table, but somehow I ended up there. When Iggy passed me the plate of roast beef, his pinky brushed along the length of my hand before retreating. I found myself giggling at stupid things he said. His leg skimmed mine occasionally. I had a difficult time keeping my eyes off his hands. The hands that were going to-I was snapped out of my thoughts by loudly clanging silverware. Looking over, I saw Fang watching me, watching Iggy, with a slight scowl on his face. Immediately following dinner, Fang left the table and headed upstairs, not even bothering to hide his stomping. Nudge, Angel and Gazzy were on clean up duty, so I was quick on Fang's heels.

"Fang, wait. What's wrong?" I caught him at the top.

He turned and looked past me. "It's obvious you two want to finish what you started last weekend. All week long there have been innuendos and insinuations. You think I didn't get the crack you made about Titanic being a movie about Max?"

I turned around to see Iggy behind me. Huh? Oh, the ship went down. I got it. God, I hoped the other kids didn't get that.

"Iggy and I were just flirting. It didn't mean anything. I swear."

I caught a look of disappointment on Iggy's face.

"I guess I'm the only one who thought that night was something special," he said. "It wasn't just us getting plastered and fooling around. It was safe. I felt safe. You guys have that with each other all the time. You don't know what it's like, blindly searching for someone to hold, to be close to, to love. And I don't just mean blind, literally. The few girls I've met, I couldn't really be myself. I was afraid they'd see my wings. And if they did, I didn't know if they just saw me as a novelty. So they could say they screwed one of the bird kids. You don't know what it's like for the rest of us, not knowing if we'll ever find someone to accept us the way our family does. The way you two accept me. Or, I thought you did." He held his hands up, signaling defeat. Before either of us could respond, he added, "Don't worry, I won't bring it up again."

Fang and I watched Iggy walk down the hall and into his room. We looked at each other guiltily.

"I had no idea," Fang said quietly. "I thought. . .I thought it was just fun and games for him, just something to do."

"Me too. He's right, you know. You make me feel safe. Safe enough to do anything." I put my hand in his. "I never gave them a second thought. It never occurred to me that the rest of the flock might not have what we have, someday. I feel so selfish."

"I feel bad for avoiding him lately. He probably just needed to talk. Why don't you go get him. See if he wants to play video games or watch t.v. with us. I don't want to stop hanging out with him." Fang laughed, "I just don't want to make out with him."

"Good thing the booze is gone then," I giggled.

IPOV

I closed my door and immediately reached under my bed to get the other bottle of booze Jeb left, that I didn't tell Fang about. Every so often, I'd drink a shot or two, put on some music and jack off thinking about some girl I met or sometimes Max. Or Nudge lately. I'd manage to 'accidentally' brush up against her a few times, she was getting quite curvy.

I'd downed one shot and was pouring another when I heard a knock at the door. Quickly throwing it back, I rolled the shot glass back under and told whoever it was to come in. Thankfully, I hadn't started doing anything incriminating.

"Iggy?" It was Max.

"What do you want?" I said it a little meaner than I meant it.

"To ask you-" she interrupted herself. "Are you drinking again?"

Shit, I forgot to hide the bottle. "Just a little, to help me sleep," I lied. "Is that what you wanted to ask me?"

"No. I came to ask you to come to Fang's room to play video games or something."

"I'm tired," I said. I wasn't lying, the shots were making me a little tired.

"C'mon, Iggy. We really want you to hang out with us. The others are watching a movie together. Don't let all of this ruin our friendships. Fang's not mad."

"I don't know." I wished I hadn't said any of the stuff I said earlier. I left myself vulnerable and they had no response. That was worse than Fang yelling at me.

Max sat down next to me. "I'm so sorry. I guess we never realized how hard things were for you. Nothing ever seems to bother you."

"Yeah, well, I use humor to mask my pain," I said sarcastically. I couldn't keep a straight face. She laughed a little too.

"So, did you think about being with me before we all got drunk?" Max asked.

"Yeah."

"Oh. Do you, um. . .are you. . . you don't love me, do you?"

"I'm not in love with you, Max," I laughed. "I'm a guy. I think about that with almost any girl. Except Angel. Way too young." Damn, I should have said Nudge, too. She's going to ask me about that later.

"And Fang?"

I laughed again, louder. "I'm not in love with him either. And I'm not interested in kissing him again. Not without another bottle of rum anyway."

She actually sighed with relief. "What about me?"

I thought it best not to answer.

"Come with me then. Leave the booze."

MPOV

I sat watching the guys from behind while they played some military video game. They were like chess pieces, one black, one white. Fang, from his black hair to his black t-shirt covering his lean, muscular body, to the small, black hairs on his powerful legs, was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. And he was mine. Iggy, with his light, strawberry blonde hair, was wearing a white t-shirt, making his pale skin look not quite so pale. Iggy in a black shirt-that was pale. He was not so muscular as Fang, but fine in his own way.

The two of them seemed to have gotten past their issues, namely by pretending there were no issues. I, on the other hand, wasn't getting past anything. I kept thinking about our previous encounter. And I had to admit, it was a turn on knowing that Iggy had naughty thoughts about me. Watching them, their lean arms flexing and twitching as they moved the controllers, I had an almost irresistible urge to reach out and touch them.

I sidled up and sat between them, ostensibly to grab some pretzels. Sitting between them, I caught their scents. Fang always had that clean smell, not like soap, just clean. Iggy was more earthy smelling, but equally nice. Fang turned and gave me a quick smile, then returned to his game. I looked over to Iggy and saw that his hair was getting long, for him. It was starting to curl up at the collar of his shirt, and the almost irresistible urge to touch him became a positively irresistible urge.

His hair was soft. He never wore anything in it, it had that bed-head look all on its own.

"Uh, Max? What are you doing?" Iggy asked me.

Fang looked at me running my fingers through Iggy's hair. Slowly, I retracted my hand, holding Fang's gaze. Fang leaned and whispered in my ear, "I knew you were still daydreaming about that. You dirty girl. Why did you keep denying it?"

"I didn't want you to think you weren't enough for me." I whispered back, even though I was pretty sure Iggy could hear us anyway.

"But?" he asked.

I looked down and fiddled with my fingers. "It was exciting, and I'm still curious," I admitted. "My heart still belongs to you," I was quick to say and kissed him. He quickly forgot about the game he was playing and ran his fingers through my hair as he kissed me back. Iggy leaned forward, turning off the game and t.v. He stood up, ready to leave.

Fang and I broke our kiss when the room got quiet. He let out a deep sigh and gave a quick glance toward Iggy. "I am not doing anything to him." He was nearly inaudible.

I tried to conceal my smile by biting my lip. Was that his way of giving consent? I met Fang's eyes, questioning.

He whispered close into my ear, "And he does not get to actually fuck you."

"That's only for you," I breathed back.

Iggy was almost to the door before I caught up with him.

"Wait," I said softly. I was unexpectedly nervous. The anticipation of the evening was causing butterflies to squirm inside me. I went up on tiptoes, but he was still too tall for me. Gently, I put my hand on the back of his head and pulled him toward me. The kiss was sweet and soft, not the hot, hungry passion I was expecting. It was the kiss of a tender lover.

I reluctantly pulled away and lifted his shirt up, over his head, with his help. In the background, I heard a small click as Fang turned on his lava lamp. He pulled back the window curtain to let in the moonlight. I stole a quick glance his way. He was watching me like a hawk as he paced, his expression unreadable, of course. As he walked to his ipod dock, he brushed behind me, his hand lightly grazing my bottom. Fang turned on his ipod and the room filled with smooth jazz. Iggy tucked my wings back through the slits in my sleep shirt and proceeded to pull it up. I lifted my arms up to allow him to lift it off in one fell swoop, leaving me in my bra and sleep shorts. I looked at Fang again as he stood next to the light switch. For a moment, he appeared to have changed his mind about the whole thing. Then he turned off the light and the mood was complete. Iggy began to back me toward the bed. When my legs hit, Iggy carefully pushed me onto my back. He lay over me, skin touching skin, and kissed me again. He kissed his way down my body. When his lips reached my belly button, he slipped his thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and began to shimmy them down. I lifted my bottom to make it easier.

With my shorts down around my knees, I sat up and leaned toward Iggy. "You can't-"

"I heard," he interrupted. "Don't worry, there are lots of other things I can do," he smiled. Slowly, he eased me back down on my back, then slid my shorts all the way off. He began to caress my legs, starting at my calves, working his way up inch by inch.

I felt the bed move slightly and saw that Fang was sitting on the side in only his boxers. I reached out to him and pulled him closer, aching to kiss him. He obliged and slid his soft lips gently over mine, licking them to lessen the friction. I opened my mouth a little wider. Fang took the cue and slipped his tongue inside. As we kissed, Fang's hands glided under me, forcing me up off the bed, propped up on my elbows. He unlatched my bra and pulled it off while I lay back down, watching his eyes roam over my body.

I groaned as Iggy's hands finally made their way up to my most private of places. He gently pushed my legs farther apart. I tensed at first, but Iggy's hands lightly stroked my thighs, relaxing me again. The unexpected feeling of his tongue between my legs made me gasp. It was unfamiliar, yet extremely arousing. Iggy's tongue flicked and swirled causing the most divine sensations. As he delved inside, I got lost in the feeling until I felt Fang's hot breath on my neck. Nibbling there for a moment, he cupped my breasts in his rough hands. I involuntarily arched my back, my nipples stiff and aching to be caressed. Fang snaked his tongue down over my collarbone, between my breasts, teasing, until he finally settled on a nipple sending my senses into overdrive. I was panting heavily as two sets of hands stroked and fondled every part of me. A soft whisper brought me out of my trance.

"Max," Fang murmured.

I slowly opened my eyes. I vaguely realized that while I was enjoying all the attention, the boys were left aroused and in need. I sat up and reached out to find Fang steel hard. He moaned in response to my touch. Meanwhile, Iggy had stopped what he was doing and took up a position behind me on the bed and began stroking my wings. In the muted lighting, Fang looked so dark and sexy, I almost climbed onto him, but I wanted to make the night last as long as possible. My hands ran over his smooth, taut muscles and silken skin. They found their way into his thick, black hair as they always did, and pulled him into a wet kiss.

"I'm almost ready for you," I whispered when I broke the kiss. He flashed me a wicked smile.

I turned to face Iggy, sitting behind me. Leaning forward, I placed my hands on his lean chest and pushed him onto his back. He managed to quickly slide his silky boxers off and kick them away before I even had a chance to try. He was lankier than Fang, but incredibly attractive nonetheless. And incredibly aroused. I decided to put him out of his misery with a repeat performance of 'that night'. Getting up on all fours, I brought my mouth down to his throbbing erection. He grunted and stroked my hair as I began to suck up and down his full length. I let my tongue swirl around his tip and tasted the small leak of juices, a preview of what was to come.

Briefly pausing to glance over at Fang, who was watching intently, I spread my legs slightly in invitation. He took the cue without hesitation and stripped of his shorts. Fang knelt behind me, running his hands up and down my back, then down the backs of my thighs. I grew wet with anticipation, longing for him to take me. He grabbed a hold of my hips and gently, but firmly slipped himself inside. I let out a muffled moan.

Iggy began panting harder, but reached out to me, finding the spot his tongue had earlier teased. His agile fingers quickly elicited the same warm, intense sensations. I found it difficult to concentrate on his pleasure as he continued to please me. As if it weren't difficult enough, Fang brought his hands around to my breasts, tenderly brushing them with his fingertips as he continued to pump into me. It was bliss.

The three of us, together, were lost in one another, each giving and receiving. We were hot and sweaty and moving in a rhythm all our own. Me and my boys. Sure, Fang was the love of my life, but I was beginning to feel possessive of Iggy.

Iggy was the first one to pop, simultaneously groaning loudly and releasing his load. I swallowed the warm, sweet and salty liquid before I had a chance to think about it. Iggy momentarily stopped moving his fingers, but quickly resumed with renewed vigor. A new sensation began building in my core. Fang and I had had sex a few times before. I loved the closeness of being with him and the feel of his hands on me and the feel of his firmness in me. But it always left me wanting a little bit more. This was the more I'd been wanting, the thing that I was missing, but didn't know it. I felt my inner muscles contracting, causing me to let out several high pitched pants until the feeling exploded into the most intense pleasure I've ever felt. I cried out and shuddered at the unexpected satisfaction that coursed through my body. A moment later, I heard Fang sigh behind me.

"Uuummmnng. Max."

Fang withdrew himself and kissed my back. Shaky and no longer able to hold my weight, my legs gave out and I collapsed on top of Iggy. Fang carefully lay on my back, his head resting between my wings. We lay together, spent, for several minutes as our breathing returned to normal and our bodies cooled. Soon, I could hear the even breathing of a sleeping Iggy.

Fang got up and moved up to his pillow. I followed, placing my head in the crook of his arm. He kissed my forehead.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you, too," I whispered back, sighing contentedly.

He was quiet for a while before breaking the silence. "Why didn't you tell me, you never came when we had sex? At least, not like that," he asked.

"Oh." I wasn't expecting the question. "I guess, I wasn't sure exactly what I was supposed to feel. But I love making love with you."

He looked away. "I can't believe Iggy made you come before I could," he muttered.

"Well, when you live your life by touch, I guess you get good at certain things ," I chuckled, turning Fang's face toward mine. "Don't be upset. At least now I can show you." I nuzzled his neck. "And you can practice as much as you want."

The next morning, I woke up to see the sunshine streaming through the window . . .

. . .and now you can start it all over again. Thanks for reading and (hopefully) reviewing. If you liked it, try reading my other story, Iggy. (rated T) It's got no lemons, but reads more like a Max Ride book.