Like a Prayer: Chapter 4
"I hear your voice, it's like an angel sighing. I have no choice, I hear your voice. Feels like flying."
"Why were you and Ig fighting?" Max asked quietly, giving Fang room to answer.
"I don't want to talk about it," he asked, obviously trying to take the whininess out of his words came out, but he failed. I knew him better than he knew himself. He sounded like a six-year-old whining to him mommy, or Max. Maybe I should've tried harder to convince him otherwise. I didn't even try.
Then, the room was silent and a strong nagging in my gut told me exactly what they were doing. "I wanted to calm you down so that we could talk about it. If you talk to me, maybe you'll feel better."
"Maybe," he said, some of the stubbornness leaving his voice. Another silence; I was growing increasingly worried by the second.
"Uhh… stop, stop," he breathed. I could sense the sex in his voice; he was actually enjoying this. But he told her to stop, so that must mean that he still loved me, right?
"What's wrong Fang?" It sounded like he was trying all that he could to hold on, but somehow I felt like he wouldn't keep his commitment to me.
"It's too soon Max. You know what I'm like; if you wanted me to stop I wouldn't be able to. You know… I feel different nowadays," he whispered and I was hardly convinced of the fact. Sure, he felt different, but it was in a more sexual sort. He had no restraints…at all, which is what worried me most.
"Don't worry Fang, you've never done this before so you should be okay," she reassured him, and I could hear his wanting moan as she tempted him and his grunt as he slowly seceded.
"Stop, stop," he groaned. "I'll be okay."
"Wh—what are you doing?"
"Just stop thinking about it okay? Shouldn't you be grateful that I love you? We've been taking things slow for about a year now. Don't you think we should take our relationship to the next level instead of dwelling on old things? I want this… I want you," she said in a tone that even made me want to jump her bones at the moment.
"I just don't want to hurt you anymore, Max. If I ever did again… I couldn't live with myself," he whispered. In a way this was true. In a moment of weakness a while ago, he once told me about a time he almost raped Max. He was terrified, but then I thought that he never stopped to think about that with me.
"Then so be it. I want you to this time. I'm ready," she breathed. After, I heard a few soft thumps coming from the room and a series of moans from both of them. He conceded. I could even hear his heavy breathing; it sounded like a dog's panting. I wanted to go in there and stop the whole scene, but I couldn't. It would let Max know about us and therefore let him know about us. I wouldn't let him down no matter what.
More moans came from the room, the bulge in my pants tightening further and suddenly I couldn't take it anymore. I unzipped my pants and pulled down my boxers after closing the door with its soft click. I had never done this much, but I couldn't take it. The feeling was too unbearable.
"W—wait, Max stop, stop." Was it possible that he would stay truthful to me?
"What now?" Max breathed. She was getting impatient.
"What if you get pregnant, Max?" Oh. That's all he cared about, a love child.
"I'm taking the pill so don't worry. I'll be okay; I'm prepared." She was planning to have sex with Fang all this time? I guess I never knew Max as well I thought I did although I did have sex with him first, technically twice so I wasn't any better.
"Mmm… harder… just… keep going," he breathed, his voce full of adrenaline. He was never like that with me. It made me angry. Suddenly, a moan escaped my lips. I looked down, and noticed I was holding my member with a tight grip. I angrily began pumping, my sounds of ardent pleasure filling the air. Suddenly Fang wailed out and my erection grew once again. His yell turned me on so.
"Not so loud. You could wake someone up," Max breathed through the wall. Too late, you already woke me up with your sexing. I sighed halfheartedly; I didn't have the heart to break it up. I'm such a wimp. There was more thumping through the wall and now I could now hear Max's moans through the wall. I sighed half-heartedly; my member was running my life. With each of Max cried out and the moving stopped, "I'm okay. Keep going."
Fang moaned softly, and Max said almost trying to be funny. "Fang, I bet you masturbate a lot, because you sure are finding it easy to forget about me." Or maybe he was involved with another guy and was thinking of him… I hoped.
It resumed. Fang moaned softly, and his movement grew in speed, along with mine. There was a lot more thumping and moaning, but more signs of a fight. What was happening? Was the same thing that was happening with him, happening with her? Finally, after minutes of noise and resistance, he grunted, a sure sign of release, and the noise ceased. And in less than a minute, I could already hear his content snoring.
I woke up to the sound of intense snoring. I sat up and tried looking around, the sun streaming in from the window, momentarily hurting them. A groan escaped my lips as I remembered what happened yesterday. Fang and I had sex. The thought of it overwhelmed me; before I had never thought it possible because before he wasn't so troubled. I had just wanted to make him feel better but as he tried to warn me before… that he couldn't handle it. He was right, he tried to warn me that he couldn't handle it and I didn't listen, but I couldn't help being so angry.
I could even see the animal look in his eyes, the way they looked gold. It scared me so badly, that I had no idea exactly what I would do. Maybe I just needed to talk to someone and maybe that someone was a certain blind pyro. He came to me concerning his possible homosexuality so I was sure I could come to him about Fang and I's current situation. He was a good listener, a really good listener. But what if he heard us last night? How awkward would that be? I guess that would have to be a risk I would have to take.
I slowly got off of the bed, careful not to wake him up. I hurriedly put on my clothes and while grabbing a towel, headed to the bathroom for a shower. As the warm water slid down my back, I felt much better. I made sure to clean everywhere, because during that incident Fang came in me so many times, like he had tons of pent up anger and love that he just expressed with me hours before hand. Turing off the water, I stepped out and wrapped my towel around my shaking body and headed to my room. Luckily Fang was asleep, so I was able to dress without his hormonal gawking.
I set out for Iggy room, which luckily for me, was next-door and unlocked. I slowly opened the door, not wanting to rouse him from his sleep to easy. I stealthily walked in to see his lanky form sprawled across his bed, smelling like sex. I stepped closer to see his damp face sleeping soundly along with his thing sticking out of his blanket. His pants and boxers were sprawled on the floor. A gasp escaped my lips. Was he masturbating last night? I knew that guys did it all the time, but it seemed much more real now and erotic. I couldn't believe that this was turning me on.
Taking a deep breath, I reentered the room as if I hadn't seen anything, or anything that had turned me on in the least. Knocking on the door, I called, "Iggy you in there?" I inhaled, faking being surprised. "What are you doing in there?"
I walked in and put on my best poker face, and somehow he didn't see through it. He was probably just worried about the fact that I saw his package, "Oh my god! Max, get out!"
He yelled at me, and ever took the initiative of throwing his pillow at me, "Oww! Jeez, I'll; go then!"
I closed the door, spinning on my heel and headed for the kitchen. Figuring that he wasn't going to be out soon, I made myself a glass of water. After I drunk it, I headed back to his room and softly knocked on the door. "Can I come in now?"
When he didn't answer, I allowed myself in. Iggy was sitting at the head of his bed sitting in fetal position, "You okay, Ig?"
He only sighed heavily, "You saw it didn't you?"
"Well, I…uh," I tried searching for words, but was certainly failing.
"Don't lie to me!" he said angrily.
"Well… yes."
"What the hell were you doing in my room this early in the morning anyways? You know I don't get up until later," he didn't even sound angry anymore, just sad.
"I just wanted to talk to you. That's all. It's not like I have an ambition to see you naked," I said, rolling my eyes at him, forgetting that he couldn't see it.
"Half-naked," he whispered. I wondered why this was bothering him so much. I knew it would, but this seemed like a bit much. He looked ready to cry.
"Half-naked. I just wanted to talk to you before our little mind reader woke up. Don't worry; I won't tell anyone. Your secret's safe with me," I reassured him.
He sighed. "Alright. So, what was it you wanted to talk about it that was so important that, uh… this happened?"
"Well, yesterday night… Fang and I did it."
"Why are you telling me this?" he replied, angrily.
"You told be about you being gay, so I figured we could talk about it."
"Um… shouldn't you be talking to him about it?"
"Yeah, but I wanted to talk to you first. Can you at least listen to what I have to say?"
He sighed. "Okay."
"Well, everything was going great until when we were almost done, he kind of lost it. He kind of went like this. Hey, can I show you really quick?"
"Um, okay," he said, rather uncomfortably. To make my point, I pushed him down on his bed, momentarily disorienting him. I whipped my hair over to one shoulder and leaned towards him, swearing I heard a moan escape his lips. Suddenly, he kissed me and surprised by the action, I pulled back, now on my knees and my hands over my mouth, "Why did you do that?"
"You just can't pounce on a guy and not expect anything. Maybe that's what happened." After another moment of silence, he spoke again. "Can you get off, please?"
I looked down to see that I was on his private area. "Oh. I am so sorry."
"Just get off and I'll be okay. Move please," he groaned.
After getting off of him, I sat next to him, slightly embarrassed. "But the thing was: I didn't pounce on him. He pounced on me and finished himself."
"He raped you? If he raped you, I will straighten him out myself. He wont ever—" he threatened Fang, but before he could go on, I stopped him.
"It's not like I didn't want him to, it's just that there was something very weird in him. It was like something snapped inside him and he turned into an animal. Maybe something weird has been going on," I pondered. Fang was a sexual deviant… and Iggy was gay.
"Maybe there is something weird going on," he sarcastically whispered. "Don't you believe me now?"
I sighed heavily, "Yes."
"Just like a dream, you are not what you seem."