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WARNING: This fic is now M, so no complaining at the content that is strewn in here. Haha, but anyone who would complain about anything involving IGGY in the first place is beyond me!

THIS IS THE FINAL WARNING (lol): THIS CHAPTER IS, PUT SIMPLY, MOSTLY PORN. AND ABOUT RIIIIIGHT NOW- Yes, I CAN hear those 'back' buttons being clicked furiously with no remorse :)

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Iggy undid the top button of his nightshirt, silently thanking Dr. Martinez for giving him one that had solid-colored buttons. Max's mom was much better at mothering than his own parents were. He paused and wondered idly if they would still treat him the same if he lived with them his whole life, instead of being kidnapped and trapped in a dog crate, experimented on endlessly, didn't have wings, wasn't dysfunctional, and then randomly showed up at their house one day after thirteen-and-a-half years of absence to proudly exclaim, "Hey, Mom and Dad! I'm home! Remember me? I was an infant the last time you saw me!"

Iggy shrugged his shoulders; they probably would have found some other way to make money off him anyway even if none of this happened... and, if they lived in a totally different, happier reality; one that sadly didn't exist. He gently guided a finger across his newly-exposed collarbone, pushing those useless thoughts away. This was more important. This was everything. He had to see. Screw his parents. Screw everything else. He had to do this. Or he would never be truly happy again.

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A few minutes later, and he still harbored those hateful emotions despite trying to let it all go. It was a struggle to forgive anyone who had directly betrayed him or anyone else in the flock. He wouldn't forgive Ari, even after he switched sides to theirs; he wouldn't forgive Ari, even after he died fighting alongside them; he wouldn't forgive Ari, even though he found out he was related to an actual flock member-

Iggy frowned. His own parents. Iggy's own flesh-and-blood, what did he mean to them? What did Ari mean to Jeb? Iggy felt his chest tighten.

Nothing.

Ari meant nothing to his father. His own father let those deranged scientist freaks turn him into a disgusting wolf-beast when he was only 7.

What would Iggy's parents do to him if he never got kidnapped? What if he always lived with them, like Ari did with his dad?

Iggy shook his head. They weren't scientists, just average every-day American people. But... they probably really sold him to those same scientists for a hefty check. Either way, his parents sucked. His life sucked.

"Damn it, I hate this sentimental crap..." Iggy unbuttoned a few more of his brown buttons and pushed open his shirt, softly running his hands across his chest.

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Iggy blinked a few times, suddenly feeling that burning sensation again. But he was only feeling a single color, not many at once... Concerned, he opened the rest of the buttons and shrugged the shirt off his shoulders, the sleeves still on his arms. He knew he was angry, and he always felt hot flashes when he was; but this time, it was different. He drew his fingers frantically around his chest, trying to figure out which emotions exactly he was trying to have at the moment. His breathing elevated a bit, and the muscles in his chest twitched ever so slightly underneath his touch.

"Hah. I know what it is," he finally surmised as he trailed his hands further down his body, hovering near that one good spot. "Hmm..." He couldn't say he disliked how sensitive his body became after the botched operation by those idiot scientists- in fact he quite enjoyed it, especially at times like this. Many times when he happened to briefly touch a flock member or they he, he derived some sort of pleasure from it, though not necessarily the kind he was feeling now. But it still felt good. It made him feel like he was wanted. In exchange for being blind all of his other senses grew more acute- sometimes he hated it, sometimes he didn't. Except he really didn't mind it, right now. He still had to sort out what types of situations should actually warrant him feeling this type of passion that he did now, but he'd worry about that later.

"Maybe one of the only good things that came out of this...Hah..." He massaged his stomach, feeling it tighten under his caress but not in the same way as when he was torturing himself with his hair. It was pleasure, a small fire inside him that he was feeling slowly spark to life. His expression grew soft, mouth parting a bit, cheeks tinging a light pink. He had already forgotten about most of his welled-up anger, instead welcoming the tender pleasures of self-indulgence. A part of him was thankful for that peace of mind.

"Ahn..." He lay his head back down on the pillow, relishing the sensations that scattered throughout his body with a delighted smile on his face. He lightly stroked the tips of his fingers down his thighs, sensing the light blue material of his stretchy cotton pants that matched the color of his shirt. He circled his fingers back up, and back down again. He tilted his head to the side on the pillow, eyes falling half-closed, letting out the slightest moan he could realistically manage. He liked trying to suppress his desire, for it only made him burn more and more in the end. He also learned to do this to hide these rare moments from the flock, and also his current roommate, Fang. Thankfully, he was out of the room, doing who knows what with Max... maybe. Iggy didn't care though, at least he had this moment to himself with no disturbances or having to explain himself. God, just the thought of having to explain any of this... Iggy loudly gulped, his face growing hotter.

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He squirmed around under the bedsheets, pulling his pants and underwear halfway down his legs, touching himself everywhere, trying to patch together the splashes of color of his body in his head. "The perfect practice even has another use..." he panted softly with a self-satisfactory smirk, the sweat of heated arousal gleaming along his body, his eyes glazed dark with want and need.

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"Ahh, Paradise..." He moaned in bliss, head reeling with lust. He imagined voluptuous women all around him, at some naked beach party in California, his favorite place for hotties. The women smushed their breasts into him, sun melting their ice cream entrancingly down their bodies as they happily whispered the naughtiest things one could hear into his ears. Their ice cream plopped down onto his crotch, their legs grinding into it as they all moved around him in unison to fight for his attention and his fuck.

His back arched and he couldn't stop a particularly loud moan from emanating from deep in his throat. Damn, he hasn't been this turned on in forever, and man did it feel good. He put a hand over his mouth and all his attention into stopping himself from making more noise, but he found it increasingly harder to do so for some reason. It was never this hard to do it before. It was almost as if something carnal and base had taken over his body, this one time. His face constrained with effort, eyebrows knitting together, and a furious blush covered his whole face.

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He found himself unconsciously stroking his shaft, up and down, without even realizing when he started doing it, or for how long. He was totally lost in his own imagination, the most perverted things playing in front of him that he would never utter out loud. Iggy squeezed the head of his prick tightly, and roughly drug his hand down his length, imagining some insanely hot woman sucking it raw. He let loose an incredibly seductive, wide-mouthed moan into his palm, feeling pre-cum dribbling down his tip. "Oh, maaaaan..." he moaned breathlessly, taking his hand away from his mouth and he panted quickly, frequently, not inhaling much air at a time. He lightly spread the pre-cum down his dick with his hand, stroking himself deliberately slower now, gentler, with less force as to enjoy and take in more effectively the sensation of his own natural lubricant moving along with his hand.

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Iggy suddenly felt vibrations in the air, contorting around what was previously an undisturbed, enclosed space around him. It disrupted the comforting harmony of the bedroom and his act, and in response Iggy's finely-tuned ears twitched, unerringly honing his perception on the source of the disturbance. He felt the air shift around the doorway and he narrowed his eyes. "What," he spat in accusation. It was so easy, knowing when clumsy humans or bird-kids attempted to sneak through his personal space unnoticed. The person in the open doorway stayed silent, even though he could tell they had taken a step back in shock. However, the extent of his abilities ended there. He couldn't tell who it was, or at least not yet. They had to be closer, so he could recognize things like their scent, touch them to feel their skin texture, and to some extent, their color. Which he was still working on, or used to be. Perhaps this was why the intruder at the door made no move to get closer. They didn't want him to know who it was.

"Oh, don't mind me, I'm just lying here wondering why you feel the need to stare at my naked body." The person at the door still didn't move and didn't make any effort to reply. Iggy puffed out a hot sigh and narrowed his eyes further, sitting up in bed, sheets shifting slightly in the process and accidentally revealing part of his erection to whoever it was. Not that he felt ashamed of it in the slightest- he couldn't see anything, so why be embarrassed about it?

"Fine, you want a show? I'll give you one." He wore the angriest expression he could articulate while he kicked the sheets off his legs, fully exposing himself to whoever it was. He lowered his hands and wrapped both of them around his cock, moving them around and massaging himself in unpredictable patterns and directions. Charming the voyeurist snake; there was an art to it. One way or another he would make them come closer. A deeper, angry blush crossed his face. How dare they screw with him like this. Well he can screw with them, too.

And they'll regret pissing him off.

"Frankly, I don't care about what this looks like to you since I can't SEE. ANYTHING," he stressed, turning his head slowly to stare pointedly at the intruder in the doorway. The person shifted a bit and Iggy's lower eyelids twitched, sensing their movement.

"Feeling uncomfortable yet? Why doncha' come over here and give me a big kiss," Iggy said, slapping the unoccupied portion of his bed. The person seemed really unsure of what to do, and finally made a step into the room. Thud. The sound echoed in Iggy's ears over and over, his brain instantly analyzing every aspect of it and comparing it to all the people he's ever heard make footsteps.

"...Nice, 10 points for trying to fool me, thinking I'm blind in every sense. Thanks for being so considerate," he seethed in his usual annoyed-with-a-hint-of-sarcasm voice, though clearly in this case he was more irritated than when he normally put it to use.

He was so tired of everyone worrying about him all the time. He could take care of himself, damn it.

Most of the time...

Iggy felt a pang of sorrow in his heart, its icy grip taking hold of him, but in a flash it was gone. What pained him more than anything else was how this person was playing with his faults, purposely toying with him. They knew what hurt, and they had no qualms about using it to their advantage. But what advantage...? He couldn't think of anything.

He hated it.

Iggy pretended to ignore the person at the door, getting bored with their lack of courage to actually do anything; so, he just continued touching himself as if they weren't there to spite them, though most of his prior pleasure had already been spoiled with his rage, and replaced with a strange hollow, empty feeling.

White, pink, white-pink... He vaguely tried to concentrate on his color-mapping, but by now that effort was almost useless. He was much more focused on the one he knew who was now walking toward him...

...But who? Who was it?

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Random reviewer contest time! Depending on the amount of votes on WHO the person is who walked in on Iggy, I might make the next chapter that person paired with him! :D SO WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR, write a review and vote! I may even accept random crack pairings, as long as it's a character I actually know (I'm only on the 4th book)! Male or female, doesn't matter to me :D Make me laugh with your crack suggestions!