Sadly, next chapter is the last chapter major warning for it though… Set after the third book.
Warning: little language, like a swear word or two…
Paring: Fang and Iggy
Rating: pg13
Disclaimer: As I've said, I do not own, and if I did, I'd share Fang and Igs with Tomo Potter. Wow, or I'd just watch Figgy 24/7
Chapter 26
Pay attention!
Fang moaned and opened his eyes. He glanced about the place and sighed. Why did he always pass out?
He threw the covers off and left his room. Fang walked down the hall and into the kitchen. He smiled as Iggy turned the steaks over in the large frying pan. He quietly walked up behind him and.
"Don't even think about it unless you want the steak on your head." Iggy said with a smirk.
"How do you always fucking know?" Fang growled at him. Iggy glanced over his shoulder and smiled.
"I've already told you, it's that cologne you wear, smells like a dying cat."
"Hey!" Fang yelped at him. Iggy just laughed.
"You know I love you." He said turning around and hugging him. Fang smiled and they shared a small kiss.
"I missed you." Iggy smiled and nuzzled his neck. "Um, Igs"
"Yeah" He whispered.
"The steaks are on fire." Iggy's eyes shot open and he grabbed the fire extinguisher.
"Shit, shit, shit, shit!" He chanted as he put the fire out, Fang smirking all the while.
"Shut up! That was our dinner! And it's not like I can order takeout or Pizza!" Iggy shouted.
"That would be interesting." Fang said, making a phone with his hand and leaning against the counter. "Ah yeah, I need three large pizza's delivery. Where? Oh, just the middle of nowhere, we're in the giant 'E' shaped house. Ok, how long? Three weeks? Got it" Iggy punched his arm as Nudge and Angel started to giggle, with Gazzy rolling on the floor. Max raised an eyebrow.
"You burned our dinner?"
"Correction," Fang said, "He set it on fire." Iggy growled and hit him again.
"Ow." Fang laughed rubbing his sore arm.
"Be nice Fang." Max scolded him.
"Yes mom." Fang stated. Max looked as if she would pop a blood vessel, but quickly calmed herself down.
"It's not my fault!" Iggy shouted at Fang, "If he wouldn't have got me in the stinking mood by trying to make out I-"
"I don't wanna hear this." Max said placing her hand on her forehead and hip. She rubbed the bridge of her nose and sighed.
"Sorry, I'll whip something up that's easy." Max nodded and left the room.
"So" Fang said a smirk on his lips. He walked back towards Iggy and kissed his neck. "What's for dinner?" Iggy rolled his eyes and pushed Fang off him.
"Don't you know how to kill the mood?" Iggy muttered turning to the counter. "I'm making grilled cheese." Fang smiled and hugged Iggy tightly.
"Love ya," He whispered. Iggy raised his eyebrow and turned to face Fang.
"I love you too, what's going on? Are you alright?" Fang looked up and smiled.
"Of course Igs, I just, oh I don't know." He sighed. He buried his head in Iggy's neck and sniffled. "I just feel so lonely lately,"
"What? Why?" Iggy asked grabbing Fangs shoulders and looking into his eyes.
"I don't know." Fang mumbled. "Can I help you make dinner?"
"Sure, and how about after we cuddle?" Iggy suggested, a smile plastered on his face. Fang just nodded and let Iggy go. With that done, they both started on supper.
