For a split second I panicked. It seemed that every part of our future now depended on my answer. If I stopped this here and now, Fang and I could never really be more than what we had always been, a friendly distant from one another. But if I let it happen… "I – I do want this" I stuttered. Fang slid his leg back over me and sat facing the fire beside me. "Fang?" he ignored me, staring at the flames. Why did I have to be so cautious all the time? He had put in so much effort to make this perfect and here I was wrecking the mood. I knew deep down that I loved Fang. I wanted Fang, in everyway.

I moved around his glorious half naked body to kneel between him and the flames. His gaze met mine, but I remained silent, not wanting to ruin anything further. "Max, what do you want from me?" he whispered. This question caught me off guard. "What are you talking about?" I answered bewildered. He looked down at the ground, "One minute you can't get enough of me, and the next… am I not good enough? If you don't want this… I don't know if I can go back to the way things were… I don't have the strength, or the will power. You're all I think about, day and night and I really think that I-" he stopped as I moved his face up, and our eyes met. "You are my best friend Fang, you always have been, and I'll always want you." I leaned down and pushed my lips against his. He responded instantly, and with a newly lit intensity, as if daring any distractions to present themselves. Our breathing was getting heavier. Fang pulled away to catch his breath and stood. I glanced up, half glazed by the lack of oxygen. He smiled and disappeared from my view.

I stood and looked around the room, which was now filled with a soft screen of almost visible warmth from the fire. He was lying on the bed, arms behind his head, staring at me. "It would seem, Maximum, that I am wearing far more clothing than you are." He raised an eyebrow and grinned the most flirtatious grin I had ever seen. I looked down and realised I still had my pants on. And my shoes. I quickly fumbled with my shoes, awkwardly swaying as I yanked them off. I caught myself on the bedpost before I face planted the floor. "Elegant" laughed Fang. He crawled toward where I was standing, and on his knees, reached about the same height as me. I leaned forward to kiss him, wrapping both my arms around his neck. My breasts pushed against his warm torso, and the contact sent a shiver down my spine. It felt great. Fang slid his hands down my stomach, as I groaned, and slid them into my pants. I unconsciously grabbed his wrist with one of my hands. His whole body froze for a split second, and I had a moment to panic, before he grabbed my waist and forced me onto the middle of the bed, pinning my arms up above my head with one of his hands. He looked at me intensely and then grinned and moved down to kiss my neck, making his way slowly downward. "You," he began to say between kisses, "want this as much as I do. I know that. So quit being difficult." I laughed and tried to pull my hands out of his grasp. He wasn't going to let me move. He came back to my face and kissed me softly before sliding his other hand down my pants. My back arched and I moaned as he massaged my opening. I could feel his smile, as the kiss grew more intense. He moved his hand down further, and his fingers began to penetrate me. I pleasurable burning began to form, and my eyes began to roll back into my head, he started to move his fingers faster. I groaned loudly, and he moved his mouth to start sucking on my nipple. Circulating his tongue in rhythm. "AH Fang!" I moaned. "What do you want Max?" he breathed seductively against my chest. "Harder" I groaned. His fingers pushed deeper into me, and as I bit my lip, the burning increased. I struggled against his hold on my wrists, I needed to put the fire out, it felt SO good. He wouldn't let go. My moans began to grow in volume and soon my hips began to move in rhythm, trying to push him deeper still. He stopped suddenly and pulled his hand out of my pants. I looked at him, begging with my eyes for him to keep going. He slowly let go of my wrists, and almost instantly I had torn my pants off and thrown them against the wall. He smiled, and I pushed him down on the bed and put my knees on either side of his body.