Author's Note: Only four reviews so far. Not bad, but I think you all could be doing a much better job in the feedback department. I don't want to appear ungrateful for what I've gotten so far, so I'm going to say thanks. It's encouraging words that keep me going. I'm writing this chapter from the blank slate in my head, not having planned anything out yet. Also, if you would like some really nice Fax fluff, check out my songfic "Bleeding Love". Yes, I know it's cheesy, but it's how I was feeling last night. I think it came out nicely. REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW. If I don't hear anything from my readers, I might just have that sadistic inclination to…STOP WRITING! (Sinister music plays)
Eh. Whatever. It's about to get nice. FAXMIGGYFAXMIGGYFAXMIGGY!
We all filed back, walking toward the kitchen. I was warm, the tears having passed, having derived a sort of reassuring strength from the short crying spell that had just preceded. Iggy walked in front of me, and Fang walked behind me. I put my hands on Iggy's shoulders playfully, following him. I told Fang to grab the wine off of the top of the hutch, and bring it into the kitchen, my hands still on Iggy's shoulders. I liked touching him, feeling his muscles, feeling the arcs of his wings through the back of his shirt.
"When is everyone coming back?" Iggy asked, although I wasn't sure who he was directing the question to. Fang answered,
"Jeb said tomorrow. Dr. Martinez said tomorrow night." Well. That was something that was definitely good to know. If they did come home in the next hour or so, they would be not so pleasantly surprised. If anything, I guessed that we could all just wash the glasses, or at least, rinse them out to the point where they didn't smell like wine, throw some water in the bottle, and then head up to bed. I was hoping that didn't have to happen, but you know, worst case scenario. And trust me. When it comes to fighting for your life, you find often that the worst case scenario is never the worst case scenario. Fang handed me the bottle, and I took the glasses out of the sink. I thought about it for a second, and decided to go with my idea that since this wine tasted like shit while it was warm, I would add some ice. I went into the freezer, and took out a handful of ice cubes. Iggy and Fang each got two, and I got three. If they didn't like it, well, tough. I poured even glasses, using the rest of the bottle. I know that I was supposed to save a little at the bottom, to at least flavor the water that would go in to replace the wine we drank. I found myself not caring. Big surprise.
"I could… really get used to this," Iggy declared to us, smiling, holding his glass, but not really drinking just yet.
"What?" I asked. "Becoming a wino?" Fang and I laughed.
"Well, no. Just… being with you guys. Not worrying about anything. Enjoying my family. And yeah, drinking is ok." He ended his sentence with his a smirk on his face. We were all feeling really good. A little hot, and Iggy's cheeks were pretty rosy, even from… what, a glass and a half? Well, what can I say? We weren't college kids, after all. We had never gotten drunk before. I was having fun, and so were my boys. That was all that mattered to me. I love them both, and I know that they love me. Out of pure impulse, I walked over to Iggy, put my arms around his neck, and I planted a cute little kiss on his wine-reddened cheek. Iggy smiled, a bit surprised. "What was that for?" He asked, touching the spot that I kissed.
"Nothin'. I just wanted to give you a kiss," I told Iggy. Fang scoffed. I looked at him.
"What?" I asked him, a sheepish smile creeping over my face.
"So what about me?" He asked, exasperated.
"What about you?" I asked back, playing with him. He turned, grabbing his cup, and moved to walk out of the kitchen. I loved toying with him. Before he could take four steps, I had already walked over to him, turned him around, and placed my hands on either side of his face. Iggy must have heard the scuffle, because just then he got the "my cue to leave" look on his face, and he returned to the living room, not forgetting his cup of happy juice. "Ig, we'll be out in a sec. I just to talk to your brother here," I said, and Iggy nodded. My hands were still on Fangs face, and as soon as Iggy had stepped out of the kitchen, I pulled him to my lips, inhaling sharply through my nose. He was so… receptive, and he was a wonderful kisser. I only wanted to… give him a taste, so to speak, so I broke the kiss off right there. I felt good, and I took a mouthful of the wine out of my glass. It didn't taste so bad this time, I thought. It didn't really taste so… anything this time. Fang cleared his throat.
"I, uh…" He had nothing to say.
"Yeah. That's what I thought. You're such a great speaker," I said, feeling that wonderful, glowing feeling hit me like a brick wall. It's funny I pranced out of the kitchen, and I wasn't sure (or more, didn't care) if I spilled my wine or not. Iggy was now in the recliner. For the record, that was the best seat in the house. I loved it, and so did all of the other kids. Iggy was, in fact, watching animal planet. Something on tigers. I wasn't sure, and to be perfectly honest, I wasn't too interested. For a blind guy, Iggy sure watched a lot of TV. His eyes shifted as he heard us enter the living room.
"Tonsil hockey, much?" He asked, as if he could read minds.
"No!" I lied, smiling like a clown. Iggy knew I was lying. But I don't think that he cared. Fang stayed silent. Big surprise, I thought, as he plopped himself down onto the couch, next to me. I gave him a smile.
"This sucks," Iggy said. "I'm still bored."
"Well," I offered constructively, suddenly feeling like a leader again. "We could put on some music," I continued. "Sam told me that his sister went to clubs and drank all the time. He told me she said that music and drinking go together 'like milk and cookies'."
"Mmm. Cookies," Fang said, looking up and to the left, pensive. "I think I'm hungry," he told me, his voice just above a whisper. He got up and went into the kitchen. I heard him opening cabinets and rustling through plastic packages. I smiled. We were all definitely getting used to the fact that in this house, we could eat pretty much whatever we wanted, whenever we wanted. It was nice.
"Music sounds good," said Iggy. He got up and went upstairs, presumably to get some music. I went over to Fang and pushed my forehead against his. This was my playful way of telling him that I loved him. Even thought I had never done it before. I welcomed the oncoming sense of forged tradition. I smiled. He touched my face. Not romantically, but as if he were curious to see what it were made of. His face remained interested, and then he smiled. I did too. Iggy came back, sliding into the room, almost falling on his ass. I giggled drunkenly. He had something in his hand that shone like a mirror. A CD, obviously. "I got this from Nudge and Ella's room. I don't know what's on it. I guess we just have to put it on and hope it doesn't suck." I took it from him, letting my hand linger on his for just a fraction of a second longer than I should have. His eyes shifted from straight in front of him down to our hands. I smiled at him, remembering yet again that he couldn't see it. I touched my hand to his face briefly, and felt the heat coming off of him. Then turned around to put the CD in the very nice stereo system that Mom had bought a month before. It played. The first track was some kind of hip hop, with a beat that you could feel through the floor.
"I like this," Fang said, matter-of-factly, having come back from the kitchen, his mouth half-full with… something. Leave it to Fang to declare something that we could all plainly see, but then again, I wasn't exactly sure if he was talking about the music or what it was that he was eating. Iggy nodded, and so did I, going with the idea that he was referring to the music. I don't know why I didn't just ask him. Jeez. I'm too analytical. Or I'm just drunk. I felt the music moving through me, and I slowly began to move my hips, feeling the beat in the floor, feeling it pleasantly enhance my mood. Oh man, I was drunk, and I was feeling impulsive. I walked over to Fang and pulled him up to me. I turned around, and I pressed my body close to him. He didn't move, and I don't think he understood what I was trying to do.
"Ugh. Fang, you have to move a little. That's the whole idea of dancing," I informed him. He didn't appear to be interested. I would have to show him.
"Dancing?" Iggy asked. "I wanna dance!" He got up, and did this cute little ass-shaking dance-type-thing. Oh man. He was hot. Even when he was acting like a dork. I laughed.
"Aww, ok Ig. Come over here," I said. "Help me show Fang how it's done." Fang stepped back, looking for his cup. I didn't know where he put it. I beckoned to Iggy with my finger. Obviously, he didn't see it. It's ok, though. He was looking more and more desirable with each passing moment. Iggy stood in front of me, and I instructed him on what to do. I wanted to grind. This thumping hip hop made me want to move, in more ways than one. I was getting… hold that thought… I had to take a quick drink… oh man, I was getting wasted, and I was feeling sexy. I pulled Iggy to me, and I used my foot to part his knees. "Alright, Iggy, now you want to bend your knees a bit," I told him. He did. "Now, this is where I step in." I moved closer to him, sort of straddling his right leg, with him sort of straddling my left. Our legs were interlaced, and our pelvises were very close. I put my hands on his hips, and I started to move mine. We swayed to the beat, as I closed my eyes and moved closer, my chest touching his abs. We moved together, and we were liking it very much. "Now Fang," I said. "Get behind me again." He did, and stood so rigidly, it was funny. Like he had never even seen grinding before. Mmm. That word… grinding. It made it sound so hot. And I was starting to feel naughty. I wanted to get down with these boys. My boys. Anything that any girl could ever want I had found in them, and oh man… it was about to get heavy. "Now, Fang, come here," I said, reaching behind me, grabbing for him, snagging my finger in one of his belt loops. I pulled him closer. He was right up against my ass. Oh man. I pulled him into the rhythm, and he went with it, resting his hands on my hips. Iggy had his hands on my shoulders, and I had my hands on Iggy's hips. We danced together, close, hot, and knowing that this was only going to be the tip of the iceberg. I was living in the moment, for once. Savoring every second of this great inebriation, and really exploring the company of my two "brothers". I was looking into Iggy's eyes, even though I knew he couldn't see me. Then the track ended. The next track came on. It was some kind of electronic club music. It had a really deep, rough bassline. Whenever it played, I could feel it in my chest. I reached over, and turned it up. We were all moving now, more intensely than before. I could feel myself getting aroused, as Fang moved closer. I pulled Iggy closer to me, so that our grinding hips (all three pairs) were closer to one another. Fang began to run his hands up my sides, as I put my hands on Iggy's chest. I noticed that all of this "dancing" was starting to have a physical effect on all of us. Fang had started to kiss the side of my neck. Mmm, it felt wonderful. I pulled Iggy's head down, and he followed voluntarily. Now this was where the night took its first turn into the realm of the interesting. I kissed Iggy. Full-on, open mouth, tongue wrestling French kissed him. And oh man, was he a good kisser. Iggy never had a girlfriend, so as far as I know, he didn't have any practice under his belt. Oh man, he was a natural. He put his one hand on my cheek, and deepened the kiss, this thick, chunky electronic music still playing, as we all grind-ed (A/N: the word "ground", which is the proper past-tense form of "grind" just didn't seem appropriate here.) hard against one another. Fang's hands had crept up to my chest, has he made love to my neck. It felt so good.
His hands stopped right before my breasts, and I felt very proud that he was respectful enough not to take what I didn't explicitly offer him. Or was he weirded out, and just didn't want to touch me? I was nervous for a quick second. Both of them were practically my brothers. I could understand if they didn't want to do this. But they felt so good. Iggy with his magnificent kissing skill, and Fang, with his magic touch. I'm sure they were both proficient in both areas, but I was enjoying each one for what he was giving me right then. Oh my god. Mmmmm. I moaned into Iggy's mouth, and I grabbed Fang's hands, placing them on top of my breasts, and it I can't describe the ecstasy I felt. I broke the kiss with Iggy, and drunkenly lost my balance. I fell to the ground, and immediately, Fang and Iggy grabbed both of my arms, but when they tried to pull me up, I resisted, and I actually pulled them to the floor with me. We all sat in a sort of triangle on the floor. Iggy looked straight ahead, which was sort of to my right, but Fang met my eyes.
"Listen, guys," I said. "I want to… I really do. But I understand if you don't want to do this with me. I love you both. And… maybe I'm just drunk, but… I want you. I want both of you." Iggy had a look of utter amazement on his face. Fang had his half-cocked smile on.
"We love you too, Max," was all that Fang said. Then, we all had another sip… warmth and lust shone in our eyes, and I was ready to jump the both of them.