MAX P.O.V

The rain drops began to group and increase as we stood staring at each other for what felt like moments. Fang walked towards me and clasped my hand in his. "Do you trust me Max?" He asked staring curiously into my eyes. My heart beat sped up by a fraction. Wow I just wasn't going to get use to this. "More than I trust myself sometimes," I responded smiling as the rain in his hair trickled down his face. "Then follow me," He instructed, a tone of leadership hinted under his voice, making my head flutter a little.

Without warning he shot into the air, still clasping my hand and I had no choice but to follow him, not that I would object. When we reached a suitable altitude he let go of my hand and headed in the opposite direction to the house. It took less than a moment for me to uncurl my wings and hitch the wind. Flying in the dark was difficult and I had all but lost sight of Fang. Luckily he wore black, not the best, but suitable enough for me to be able to make out his silhouette through the sheets of rain. He kept in front of me whilst we were flying and at first I had thought nothing of it. Then the distant began to prod at my nerves. Did he not want to look at me right now? Was he ashamed? Regretful? Had it all been a terrible mistake that would jeopardize the strong leadership for the flock? But as quickly as my doubts and worries had started, they vanished, as he slowed to fly beside me, taking my hand again.

"Look down there." Fang pointed at a clearing just passing beneath us. This sparked my curiosity. "I was planning on bringing you here alone at some stage to talk out the situation we have now got ourselves completely mixed up into. You however beat me to the punch, so the forest worked well enough, though for what I have planned, I think you would appreciate as much as I do…" As he trailed off from his sentence, a huge house broke into my vision below. I looked at him astonished and a smile of satisfaction broke across his face. "Fang, how did you…?" I didn't know what I was asking, but he got the gist of what was on my mind.

We began to lower as he began to explain. "I found this place a few weeks ago, whilst I was clearing my head." "Clearing your head?" I asked curiously. I remembered when he had left unexpectedly during dinner with the flock, it had bothered me more than usual, and I had not felt at ease again until he had come back through the door. "It was about a month after I had started having these feelings towards you. The way everyone could freely touch you, hug you, and I had this barrier of something… something I can't explain… it really got to me that night. When I flew over this place I started to from …a plan." I smiled to myself as I heard the confession. I kissed his hand softly and then turned to walk to the house, pulling him along side me.

The front doors were massive. Almost like a castle from a fairy tale. The door creaked loudly as I pushed it open. The large room in front of me was very dark and dusty, as though it had been abandoned a hundred years ago. I stopped and gaped as I looked around. The curtains over each window were pulled shut to block out any trace of light. We wouldn't have been able to see if the huge door behind us wasn't allowing a flood of ultra violet to accompany us inside.

Fang looked at me questioningly. "It is incredible!" I said a little too loudly. The sound of my voice bouncing off each of the walls and coming back at us ten times louder. "I'm glad you like it," he whispered in my ear. I shuddered. "Come on," he urged pulling me towards a huge marble staircase that dominated the north section of the parlor. We raced up the stairs and Fang pulled me along to the fourth door on the left. "Well you sure know your way around," I teased as he opened the door. "Well I didn't want to get anything wrong," he shyly answered. Now I could feel the heat entering my face as I blushed with happiness at the way Fang had prepared. Inside the room was a huge bed. Go figures. As well as a large rug made from a skinned polar bear on the ground in front. In the right wall of the room was what looked like, and old fire place. Roots of Ivy were growing down from the chimney creating a sort of spooky feeling. I made my way towards the curtains when I heard a noise behind me. Fang had lit a small fire inside the fire place. He gestured me to come over and join him. My body agreed before I even thought about it. He sat on the bear rug in front of the fire and I all too eagerly sat down beside him. He put his arm around my shoulders and I lulled my head onto his shoulder. It was only a minute or two before the flames reached the Ivy and erupted with colour. Purples and greens blazed the edges of the frame as I watched in amazement. The scene in front of me would probably be a perfect description of how my heart reacted to Fang, and as I caught him staring at me instead of the fire, I knew he felt the same way as well.

"Fang I..." I blushed furiously. I didn't know what to say. What he had done meant so much to me, all the effort he had put in and here I was, not even being able to say thank you or tell him how amazing he made me feel. He placed his hand on the side of my face. It was probably cold but I didn't notice. I took a deep breath and tried again. "Fang, what you have done here... the things you have been telling me... none of it seems real to me. I feel like I will wake from this dream to find myself lying on my bed, passed out from exhaustion or something and feeling like an idiot."

"You never have to fear that. Now that I know that you feel the same way I have no reason to hide it, I have no reason to ever be away from you-"He stopped when I leaned forward and started softly kissing his lips. I wrapped my hand around his neck to pull him closer. As the kiss grew deeper, our lips began to move in unison which each other. My breath became his breath; my thoughts flowed off my tongue and into his mind. He clutched my lower back with the hand that wasn't holding my head to his, and began to lower me off of my knees and onto my back. His body was light and now warm from the fire as it rested on top of mine. He sat up, knees either side of my thighs, and pulled of his shirt. His torso glimmered in the firelight. I sat up and pulled him towards me. I started kissing his amazingly musclier stomach, feeling him shudder slightly under my touch. Satisfaction flooded my system. I then made my way up from his stomach to his rippling pectorals. He let out a quiet moan, and I smiled. I lightly kissed along his collarbone and up his neck until I reached his ear. "I'll always want you," I whispered as seductively as I could into his ear. He pulled my face back to his and dived into a passionate kiss.

He lay me back down and started pulling up my shirt. I felt slightly self conscious, but let him continue without resistance. He pulled my top over my head. I felt suddenly bare. He leaned down and started kissing just below my (strapless) bra. My back jerked in pleasure, which allowed him to weave under and undo my bra. He threw it across the room until it hit a wall and fell to the floor. As he looked back at me he gasped "You are so beautiful" and at this I couldn't help but cover my chest. A natural instinct for a self-conscious teenager, a look of anguish crossed his face and he leaned down to whisper in my ear. "You Never Ever have to feel self conscious in front of me, I..." He tugged at my arms and they loosely fell limp to my side. He kissed down my collar bone and stopped once he reached my breasts. He took the left one in his hand and gently started to massage. The right nipple he took in his mouth and swirled around. I moaned in pleasure at the feeling and could feel the smile spread across his face. He became more eager and started to bite on my nipple. My back arched as I moaned a second time even louder. I could feel his pleasure against the side of my thigh and reached down to undo his trousers. For moment I was surprised by the animal that took over when I was all too eager for Fang.

His trousers were easy enough to get undone. First the button and then the fly, just breathe, I thought to myself. Fang felt my tension and grabbed the wrist of the hand undoing his pants. I froze, not wanting to do anything that would spoil the moment. He moved my hand to the back of his neck and resumed kissing me. I couldn't help but sulk a little and Fang caught this as well. He chuckled a little and then finished taking his trousers off himself. Victory!

Once he had finished with his pants, he reached down and started to unclasp mine. This time it was me who grabbed his wrist and stop him. The heat was making my head spin, but I still hadn't decided if I was completely ready for this. He stopped, sat up and looked at me. "For God sake Max! Do you want this or not?"…