Okay, guys. I first need to thank FallenAngel12 for giving me ideas for this chapter and the next. :D Her ideas were awesome, and fitted perfectly with the Fang's POV thing I wanted to try. Now, please note - I've never and a boyfriend before and I'm not a guy, not to mention this is my first dirty story ever. (Not to mention a guy's POV in it!) So, don't kill me if it sucks, please.. ? If it sucks, all I can say is, I'll try to make the next chapter better.

Enjoy!

Fang's POV:

Nervous for some reason, I rapped lightly on the door.

"Come in," Nudge called from inside. I opened her bedroom door, and groaned, putting my face in my hands. Like any seventeen-year-old girl's room, her walls were covered in pink and purple, with Justin Bieber posters everywhere.

"What's wrong with Justin? He's so hot!" Nudge gushed, fanning herself. I sighed, closing the door behind me. I'd have to endure the "Belieber" fancave for a second.

"Everything. Nudge, I need your advice on something... " Nudge dropped her teasing attitude, and was all business.

"Max?" She asked expectantly. For a second, I almost jumped. Did she know that whenever the Flock was gone, Max and I... ?

Then I realized that the Flock knew that we were in a relationship, and nothing more. I relaxed.

"Yeah, actually. Her 21st is coming up, and I want to do something special." I confessed. Nudge grinned.

"Awww, that's so cute! Why not a club? People generally celebrate their 21st by doing something they weren't allowed to before, so.. Why not a club? I mean, the rest of us couldn't go, obviously, but.. " I cut her off.

"That's a great idea, Nudge! Thanks!" Unable to stand the feeling of someone watching me from all the posters on her walls, I quickly stood up, smiling gratefully at her, and made my way out.

"Are we almost there?" Max complained for the billionth time. I chuckled quietly. I was actually really looking forward to tonight. I had picked out a club in the area, known as "Starlight". It had a pretty good reputation for being a decent 21-and-over club, without as many of the drug issues that the others had.

"Almost, Max. Can you close your eyes.. ? I want to surprise you." Max obligingly covered her eyes with her hands as I turned into the center, parking, before walking over to open her door.

"Keep your eyes closed, Max." I said sternly, leading her out of the car, and to the door. Stepping inside, I paid the bouncer the amount for the two of us, and then leaned in to shout slightly over the music.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now!" She blinked, then looked at me.

"You took me to a club?" I nodded, feeling slightly worried now. Was this the wrong move... ? Then I saw the grin starting to spread over her face, and I smiled automatically at the sight.

"Oh, my, gosh. I love this, Fang."

Fifteen minutes later, and she was dancing like she'd done this a million times. The music was blaring, and I was standing back slightly, watching Max move on the floor.

The song ended, and one I actually recognized came on.

"Baby, let me love you down,
There's so many ways to love ya,
Baby I can break you down,
There's so many ways to love ya..
Got me like, oh my gosh I'm so in love,
I found you finally, you make me want to say
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, my gosh..."

I was almost unaware of what my feet were doing as I walked over to Max, smirking at me from the dance floor.

"I fell in love with shawty when I seen her on the dance floor
She was dancing sexy, pop, pop, popping, dropping, dropping low
Never ever has a lady hit me on the first sight
This was something special; this was just like dynamite..."

Max was now grinding her body against mine, looking sexy as ever in the dress that Nudge had picked for her, knowing my plans. It was a dark, rich blue cocktail dress, that hugged her curves in the right spot, and showed just enough skin to look classy and still get you wondering about what lay underneath.

"Honey got a booty like pow, pow, pow.." Emphasizing the lyrics, my hands dropped down from her waist to curve around her bottom. Max ground slightly more against me, and I moaned quietly.

"Honey got some boobies like wow, oh wow.." Instantly thinking of the breasts of the woman before me, my hands slid up her body to touch them. At contact, Max inhaled deeply, shuddering slightly.

Our bodies were moving of their own accord now, hands sliding over each other, bodies grinding. After what seemed like only a few seconds, the song ended, and a slower song began. Knowing of my lack of skill in dancing, I pulled back slightly. Max looked at me, hungrily, eyes shining with lust before taking a shuddering breath.

"I'm going to get a drink. Want one?" I shook my head, and watched as she glided over to the bar, trying to hide my arousal, evident through my jeans. (Nudge had given me a choice of dress pants or jeans, and I had opted for these, thinking they would be more comfortable. Unfortunately, I had forgotten to take into account that I would be turned on my Max, and that the rough material of denim wouldn't help, from experience.)

I glared as the bartender leaned up close to Max, talking slightly. Max smiled back, and chattered with him. Damn it, couldn't she tell that he was just trying to look down her low-cut dress?

He even placed the drink just far enough away from her that she had to lean over to reach it, giving him a perfect view of her breasts. I inhaled deeply, and exhaled just as slowly in anger. Perverted, sexist pig. He didn't even have the decency to try and hide what he was doing! Instead, he took advantage of the view, chatting her up as he looked at her cleavage.

Nearly seeing red, I pushed off the wall that I'd been leaning against, causing a few people around me to jump as my motion caused me to reappear. I walked angrily towards Max, coming up and wrapping an arm around her waist.

"Want to dance, Max?" I kissed her forehead, just to emphasize the fact that we were together. I glared at the bartender, who suddenly had customers to tend to that kept him so busy he couldn't so much as glance at me.

Max gave me a slightly confused look. "Sure," she replied, and we walked off, me keeping an arm firmly around her waist to fend off any other potential competitors. Max was too good for all of them, anyway. Hell, she was too good for me. We got to a somewhat less crowded corner, and she stopped, turning to me.

"Okay, Fang, what hell was that all about!" I took a deep breath, gritting my teeth.

"That pig," I growled, "was looking down your dress! Didn't you noticed how he placed that drink just far enough that you had to lean over? Didn't you see him staring down at your breasts?"

Amazingly, a slow smile began to spread over her face.

"You're jealous, aren't you, Fang?" I exhaled loudly. I wasn't jealous, I was just trying to protect her from rapists and the such! You never knew who could be at a club, just wanting some easy sex...

Max glanced at the clock. "Fang, it's nearly midnight. Wanna go somewhere?" She nearly purred the words, and I wondered if the alcohol had gotten to her. But if she was hungry or something, who was I to stop her from leaving?

"Sure," I shrugged. We got in the car, and began the half-hour drive back to home, where the Flock was. As we drove down the somewhat deserted road, Max stared out the window.

"Fang, pull over in to that park, over there," She pointed, and sure enough, there was a small park, with a somewhat hidden parking lot. I obliged her, pulling into a space and cutting the engine. I looked over at Max, questioningly, and she grinned at me, beckoning with one finger to come closer. I leaned in, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, dragging my lips to hers. I groaned as she climbed over the gearshift, straddling me. I groaned as she ground her hips into mine. Her dress had ridden up, and all that separated her opening from my pants were her thin underpants...

Suddenly, she pulled back, leaning back against the steering wheel gingerly, so as not to honk the horn, and licked her lips. I groaned at the loss of the pleasurable friction. Her hands unraveled themselves from around my neck, and trailed down my chest slowly.

"Want to take this... to the backseat?" she murmured, hands settling on the only-too-evident bump in my jeans. I nodded, opening the door and nearly sprinting to the back door and climbing in. Max was waiting for me, having climbed over the gearshift. She patted the seat next to her, and I sat, willingly.

"Can you unzip my dress...? I'm afraid Nudge will kill me if I get it wrinkled," she asked apologetically. I chuckled, and gestured for her to turn around. She did, and I let out a low whistle. Why hadn't I asked to see this up close? Her skin looked satin soft, and I couldn't help running my fingers over her neck and shoulders, fascinated by the smooth texture. Max hummed her approval as I slowly trailed my hands down to the zipper of the dress, and slowly pulling it down and off her.

I was in for another shock as the dress was thrown into the front seat. Max was wearing some sort of lingerie, red, lacy, and incredibly sexy. She turned back around, and grinned, noticing the intense pressure on my lower half. Unable to help myself, I slid my thumbs over her cheeks, lightly wrapping my fingers in her hair and pulling her mouth back to mine.

We kissed for a while, tongues battling for dominance, making out in a lust-filled haze. Somehow, when we both pulled away, panting, she has somehow rid herself of her sexy underclothes. My pants were unbuttoned, and my boxers pushed down just far enough to expose my erection. Without further ado, Max gripped the base of my shaft, making me groan as she lowered herself on. Both of us were gasping as she pressed herself down, taking my entire length inside her. At a painfully slow pace, she lifted her hips up, then slammed them back down. There was an incredible depth that caused my hands to rest on her hips, not pressing the speed, simply resting. My head was tipped back against the headrest, fighting back groan after groan as she rode me.

Her mouth, pressing softly on my neck, caused me to gasp aloud.

"Oh - Max, oh, God!" She continued to suck, not hard enough to leave a mark. Her tongue swirled around on my heated skin, causing my hands to unconsciously take over the effort of our lovemaking for her. I thrusted upward with every downward motion of her hips, gripped in my hands. Our groans and pants filled the air now, and I was relieved that I had tinted windows in this car.

"Oh, Fang," Max's moan only served to turn me on more.

"Oh, God, Max, Max..." Feeling myself come closer, I removed one of my hands from her hips, moving it instead to press my fingers against her sensitive place. She cried out at contact, inner muscles contracting around me in a way that caused me to groan, and fall over the edge.

"Max..." I groaned, lost in a haze of pleasure as I emptied myself inside her. My hips continued to thrust on their own, prolonging both of our peaks. I opened my eyes slowly, gasping, to see her hazel eyes, clouded over slightly from pleasure. Suddenly to weak to hold themselves up, my hands dropped to my sides.

"God, Max, that was amazing..." I said simply, closing my eyes. I heard her light, pleasant laugh, and her quiet whisper.

"I love you, Fang."

"I love you more, Max."