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Max finally walked into the room, really weirded out. "Ok, so that's what-"

Iggy didn't give her time to finish her sentence before he replied.

"Max, why were you only watching me? It's not like you're scared of anything; in fact, you laugh in the face of danger."

"-...looks like." Max frowned and crossed her arms over her chest, suddenly realizing they were talking at the same time. "I do not! And put your pants on!"

"You didn't answer my question. I'm really into you, Max..." Iggy said, sounding somewhat sad. But this ploy wasn't going to work on the almighty Max.

"Iggy, I'm going out with Fang, not you!"

Iggy tilted his head to the side, grinned wryly at her and traced a finger down his hard shaft, to remind Max that he was still, indeed, very naked, and still on display to her, and obviously had some intention with her other than talking. "I don't care, and obviously you don't either, since you're in here watching me masturbate instead of making out with your boyfriend. Apparantly, you enjoy this more..." He grinned at her, expression a bit darker now that he had made clear the unspoken truth.

"N-No! No, I don't!" Max sad, stuttering over her words and waving her hands around in the air like a pigeon.

"Yes, she does." Footsteps were heard in the hall, finally stopping in the bedroom. Max turned around and saw Angel gazing at them, holding Celeste in one hand down by her side. Max suddenly panicked and moved to block Angel's view of a certain someone who didn't care to cover himself up. "What are you doing out of bed so late, Angel?" Max said, hurriedly. 'How quickly this situation just got MORE awkward... sigh.' Angel didn't say anything for a few seconds, apparantly concentrating.

"...You're hiding it. You really came in here to ask Iggy for 'advice about what turns a guy on'."

Max blushed. "No! You got it all wrong!" Angel tilted her head down, blonde curls obscuring her eyes. She moved her bear up to her chest and hugged it with both hands.

"...And you were going to use that info the next time you talked to Fang, to make up for your latest fight." Max blushed deeper, and Iggy snorted. Max's body trembled and she tried to ignore it, utterly embarrassed that Angel just spilled the beans for everyone.

'Dang, if I would have waited a few more minutes before "nonchalantly" coming in here like I planned, none of this would have happened. Now Angel knows what "male parts" look like, and sadly I do too. Because it wasn't Fang's. I feel like I just cheated on him. Why was I so eager to come in here in the first place...? Ugh, what am I going to tell him now... "Hey Fang, well I couldn't simply wonder about it any longer, so I asked Iggy to show me what...'

Max found her thoughts suddenly going a hundred miles an hour, against her will. She blinked a few times and blushed harder, realizing that Angel was forcing these thoughts into the open out of her subconscious. And most likely was reading them. She covered her face with her hands and tried to quell the urge to spontaneously cry. Iggy patiently waited for the inevitable; he smirked when suddenly his head was filled with Max's voice and her thoughts after Angel snuck a quick sideways glance at him. He gave Angel a quick thumbs-up and she nodded and walked out of the room.

"Max, I know you too well. Come here." Iggy grabbed Max's arm and pulled, making her stumble toward him. She tripped on the edge of the bed and her knees locked, making her fall on top of it, face-first into the covers. Iggy knew her butt would be sticking out in the air, and with some difficulty resisted the childlike urge to smack it. Max rolled over onto her back and spat hair out of her mouth, taking a second to angrily look at Iggy. "Ig, I'm serious. I don't want to betray Fang." She started to get up and Iggy shot out an arm to block her. "And yet, you're here. With me." He leaned over and picked her up by her waist with both hands, and sat her in his lap while he said in a low sensual tone, "And it doesn't help that you've been calling me Ig, either."

As soon as Max's jeans made contact with Iggy's body she recoiled, sitting up on her knees to give herself distance from him. She quickly looked up at his face; his expression was unreadable to her. She looked hard at him, scrunching up her face. 'What is he thinking?' Iggy closed his eyes and smoothly brought his hands up her waist and teased around her curves, stopping at the top of her breasts. He kept them there for an extra-long second to purposefully make her uncomfortable, then lifted them away and cupped her face instead.

Max's body felt really hot, like on fire. Because of Iggy. 'Oh God, I can't believe this...' Her body shivered, and Iggy of course felt it. He finally let a smile grace his lips and Max mentally slapped herself, disappointed that her guard wasn't as amazing as she was expecting in situations like this. Not that she had this kind of experience to begin with, even with Fang. They always kept things light, not hot-and-heavy. But if this was hot-and-heavy, then what was...? Max's face got redder, and Iggy slowly opened his eyes again with a warmer smile than before. Not a creepy smile, but it seemed... gentle, caring. Max couldn't believe the things she was thinking about him now. There's NO WAY she would cheat on Fang, not with anybody! She couldn't. But still, looking at Iggy's serene face, and how sure and comfortable he was with all this...

He would go through everything as slowly as they both needed to, taking their time as she adjusted to the idea of it, and the whole process that followed afterward instead of being forced into it.

It's what she needed. Slowly, and with a bit of sorrow did Max realize this, peering down at his pure constitution. Iggy stroked her cheeks with his thumbs and leaned his head just a bit closer to her, speaking with a soft voice that matched his expression quite well.

"I'll help you out, like you wanted. I'll tell you all the things about you that lights my fire." Iggy put his hands around the back of Max's head and pulled her close, nuzzling her cheek into his chest. He lowered his head near her ear and chuckled good-humoredly when her body made the slightest twitch and voiceless gasp. Oh, how fun this was going to be. She didn't even really know what she wanted, but Iggy would know it for her. He always could tell what one's body needed just by touching them. It was his gift, and he would be proud to share it with her. Max would be so much happier spending time with him instead of Fang- he would make sure of it. He wasn't simply called the White Knight, for nothing.

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Fang hovered in the air, beating his black and majestically-purple-only-in-the-moonlight-or-something-equally-poetic wings to keep him afloat; he stared at their house from high up, contemplating if he should really return yet. He finally had the nerve to come back after having a fight with Max about how fast they were taking the relationship (she wanted to take it slower, and he wanted to hurry up and get things done). No one knows why they still put up with each other, for crying out loud, since they apparantly had very different needs.

"Damn it Max, making me be emo in a cave for 4 hours again," he muttered bitterly to himself- but then he grinned the slightest Fang-trademarked grin he could. "Of course, she'll be asleep by now, so that means now I have free reign over the rest of my activities for the night. Hope Iggy is having trouble sleeping again, 'cause I'm feeling that urge again."

Astonishingly, Fang was capable of full sentences when he wasn't around other people. He liked keeping up the emo kid act though, to make himself look cool. Or maybe he just liked the sound of his own voice, talking to only himself in the night. No one would ever know what the heck really goes on in that guy's mind, but oh well. Fang swooped down to his bedroom window and almost lost altitude and faceplanted into the grass when he saw Max on top of Iggy, with all her clothes still on, and strangely, all of his off. Fang narrowed his eyes, slid up the window, and barreled into the room.

"IGGY! WHAT THE HELL MAN!" Fang yelled, landing on the floor heavily, almost doing a somersault from the force of it. He kicked off his shoes and they flew across the room, hitting the side of Iggy's bed. He wished in hindsight that he aimed higher.

"I THOUGHT WE HAD A DEAL!"

Max looked at her usually-silent boyfriend, confused. "What deal?" Iggy grabbed her chin and made her look down at him. "Nothing, Max. He's just running on empty fumes from being rejected by you all night. Ignore him." Max frowned at Iggy, still not understanding what was going on, and Iggy resumed kissing her to distract her I-Have-To-Be-A-Leader-And-Fix-Things-Myself self.

"AGH!" Fang ran across the room and jumped on the bed, pulling them apart and slammed Iggy down on the bed. Max fell off it and onto her back on the ground, air rushing out of her lungs.

"You can't possibly forget the deal we made- I KNOW you didn't, so stop playing a fool!" Max heard rustling on the bed and slowly leaned up into a sitting position so she wouldn't distract the boys from what they were quibbling about, and listened intently to them. Obviously this was more important than their precious heroine getting injured. It kinda peeved her though, since she was so used to being the center of attention. And this time, she wasn't for once. Argh.

"Uh, what deal?" Iggy said snarkily, angry that Fang just ruined his only chance for fun time with Max. Max's eyebrows rose when she sat up enough to see what the boys were doing from her angle on the ground. She quietly crept forward on her hands and knees, grabbing the edge of the bed when it was in reach and kept her head low, only the top of her head and her eyes above the bed to watch them in awe.

Fang was on top of Iggy and held his arms down, leaning over him threateningly. "IGGY, shower. You, me. I told you to keep your mitts off Max. And do you remember what you replied with?" Fang growled in Iggy's face. Iggy seemed unperturbed by this. "Uh- no, I don't...?" Max saw Fang's expression change slightly, a glint of sadness visible in his dark, oh-so-dark eyes, but it disappeared as quickly as it came.

"Ig...gy..." He said quietly, softer, hovering his face closer to the boy under him. Iggy's expression changed then, seeming to recognize what Fang was talking about. But, of course, Max still didn't get it, and thankfully what they did next practically spelled it out for her.

"You said that you were going to ask her out after I did to see who she would choose. But then you backed off after the agreement we made. Do you remember now what that was?" Fang growled into Iggy's ear, and Iggy tightly squeezed his eyes shut, a red-hot blush spreading over his face. Iggy had a premonition that he knew what was coming, and he finally remembered it all- just the slight movement from Fang set his mind back to that fateful day, and all the subsequent days...

Fang drug his fingers down Iggy's torso, moving them in the same patterns as every time they've done it before. Fang had it memorized to a T- Each time, Iggy...

"OH, GOD! FANG!" Iggy yelled, inhaling sharply when Fang wrapped his hand around his aching member, just like the countless times in the shower. Iggy held one of his arms across his mouth, eyebrows angled so much while he fought valiantly against spilling himself all over the dark-haired boy grinning knowingly down at him.

"Now say it. Tell me what it was." Iggy's back arched and he exhaled a high-pitched whine, moaning while his arm fell back down on the bed. He couldn't find the voice to say anything at the moment; good thing Fang was feeling just a little lenient. 'Note to self: Only approach Iggy when he's already high, thoughtless and about to cum so he's a cute little defenseless puddle under me. Otherwise, HE'S the one with all the control and I'm that same little melting puddle he is now.'

Iggy squirmed around helplessly under his touch, shifting this way and that; trying to wriggle free albeit unsuccessfully. Fang knew Iggy wasn't really trying to escape though- he just wanted to be adorable so the dark wolf would greedily eat him up. Fang opened his mouth and frenched him, head feeling foggy at Iggy's wanton, uncontrolled moans into him.

Max put a hand to her open mouth, blushing like crazy. 'Oh WOW, this is getting good.' After about 15 seconds Iggy broke off their kiss with an enthralled whimper. He panted sporadically, trying to gain enough strength to coherently speak, staring off blankly into space.

"I... told you..." He managed, full of emotion but not much louder than a whisper.

"Yes?" Fang inquired, tracing a finger teasingly around Iggy's lips. When he felt Iggy start to open his mouth he took his finger away.

"That in ex...change for being with M-MAX...!" Iggy's voice quivered, surely putty under Fang's expert man-handling of his crotch. He was so damn good at it, mostly because he learned from the master; Fang was so clumsy before and not that great, to be honest. But GOD, right now-

"You had... to give me... extra attention for every time you were alone with he- OH, FANG, WHAT ARE YOU DOI-" Fang now had Iggy's slickened prick in his mouth, and was giving him no mercy with his tongue swirling around it, fingernails digging deeply into Iggy's hips. Apparantly what Iggy just confessed was good enough for him.

Max stared at them with wide eyes. 'They had a secret fling? Hooooly crap.'

She started to stand up and poke Fang's shoulder to get his attention and confront him about this secret love-affair thing, and Fang removed his head from Iggy's...head, and sharply turned to look at her. He held a hand up to stop her from getting closer.

"No, Max. You have to sit this one out. I have to punish him for breaking our man-code." He said gruffly.

Max pouted, complete with a closed-mouth "awww" sound. She came all this way, finally accepting the idea of any kind of intimacy, and she was being pushed aside like it wasn't even important. Again. 'I guess... boys will be boys,' she sighed while she sat down again and watched them having sooooo much fun right in front of her. And she wasn't included.

Fiddlesticks.

Suddenly, before the boys could even finish, Dr. Martinez walked in the room, wondering why the hell there was so much screaming coming from in here at 4 in the morning. She quickly gazed from the two boys having a steamy porno minus-the-video-camera to her blushing daughter on the floor who was staring at them, and in less than a second decided that she needed some dumbass excuse to be able to stay in this room and fangirl over this just as much as Max was.

"Dr. MARTIIII-NEZ?" Iggy's voice cracked, still high from being pleasured by Fang. He lifted his head off the pillow and seemed to stare right at her in surprise. She could never tell if he really could see or not and if he was just bullshitting her all the time- it was kind of creepy.

Dr. Martinez took a pair of disposable white gloves out of her pocket and snapped them on, walking to where Max was sitting. Max gave her a questioning look as she passed by. "Do you always carry those with you, even when you're not working?" Valencia turned around and motioned at Max to look inside her pocket. "Of course! I seem to have an endless supply of rubber gloves in this pocket of mine and they're always handy to have around." Iggy sputtered and couldn't contain his laughter; he started snickering but then he felt a tug at his wing and he yelped.

"OW! That hurts!"

Dr. Martinez put a hand on Iggy's shoulder to hold him down, and used the other to spread out his wing that strangely... looked entirely perfect as always. She wanted the excuse to stay in the room with all these crazy hormonal teenagers like some perverted old lady, so she needed some off-the-fly doctor-ish reason to do so. But she wasn't really that old, especially when she thought that if she said in her mind "I'M A TEENAGER!" three times in a row like Bloody Mary she would magically become twenty years younger again.

"Some of your feathers are sticking out of place. Let me fix them, or they'll fall out. If I don't fix them now, all your feathers will fall out and you'll have bald wings." A look of stricken horror froze on Iggy's face. 'I don't want to be a freakin' bald eagle! I'm an ALBATROSS!'

"Dammit, Fang! You messed up my feathers! You're gonna make me go bald, you nimrod!" Iggy grabbed Fang's jacket collar and threw him off his dick, then got on top of Fang, punching him in the face multiple times from different directions.

"Boys, tone down the violence. Keep it to a minimum, if you would," Valencia said off-handedly, partially distracted from the commotion while she used tweezers to gently ply a problem feather back into the right direction. Fang's eyes widened in an un-Fanglike fashion as he realized that Max's mom actually just gave Iggy permission to hurt him more. A wicked, sadistic grin slowly spread itself across Iggy's face when he leered down at Fang. Oh, Fang was gonna get it now, and he wanted him to know it. Fang closed his eyes and gulped, a bead of sweat running down his face. "Just... be gentle," he squeaked, truly seeming unlike himself.

Because we all know who really wears the pants.

...Or lack thereof.

Nudge finally ran into the room, half of her African hair sticking up like an afro and the other half straightened down and spectacular. "WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOING IN HERE? CAN I NOT GET SLEEP FOR FIVE MINUTES? I MEAN COME ON, I EVEN HAD BED HAIR SO I HAD TO STRAIGHTEN IT BEFORE COMING DOWN HERE!" She shouted, pointing half-asleep at the puffy side of her hair. Fang tilted his chin up, looking at her upside-down and sniggered. "Nudge, you're pointing to your 'fro half, just so you know." Nudge put her hands to her face and shrieked exaggeratedly just like in that one famous painting. "OH MY GOD! FANG YOU'RE NAKED! ANGEL WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME HE WAS, TOO?"

Valencia looked up, somehow pulling herself into this strange teenage-hormonal conversation, and expertly with her sixth sense ducked her head to avoid getting thwapped in the face by Iggy's wing- which started moving around when he was wrestling passionately with Fang. "Too? So you knew Iggy was naked BEFORE I DID?" She threw the tweezers on the floor, which bounced off and hit Total in the face, who somehow was in the room already. But no one cared when he came in, so he's not important right now.

Max turned around when she heard a pair of footsteps running into the hallway. "ANGEL! GET BACK HERE NOW!" she shouted, and a few seconds later Angel walked back into the room with her head hung low. Max put a hand on her hip and pointed at Angel angrily. "Wait, let me get this straight: You told me telepathically that Iggy was sad and wanted me to see him, so you tricked me into coming here earlier than I planned for my own agenda, saw him TOTALLY NAKED IN PLAIN VIEW, and then you went behind my back and told Nudge that he was already NAKED and waiting for me on the bed for your own amusement? What kind of sister are you, leading me into a trap like that?"

Angel burst into tears, and Iggy suddenly broke off his hot kiss with a strangely shirtless/jacketless Fang that started who-knows-when and looked at Angel's direction in shock. "You told them WHAT about me?" Angel didn't say anything and hugged Celeste to her, hiding her face with her doll while tears poured down her devious face. Secretly she smiled behind it, keeping up her little psycho charade, just like they had planned.

Nudge tried to smooth out her crazy afro hair and walked over closer to Max to look at the two boys making out and rolling around on the bed, hickeys all over Fang while he whimpered in pain and moaned over and over for Iggy to make more like some kind of sex-addicted whore that Iggy turned him into in point-seven seconds. "OH, HEY NUDGE! Fang, we always need a little more fudge in our lives, don't we?" Iggy said jovially, motioning a hand toward their African Goddess. Fang immediately nodded his head enthusiastically like a good little lapdog, and Iggy backhanded him in the face. Then Fang and his master pulled Nudge onto the man-and-man-now-man-on-man-plus-girl pile.

Max frowned, the biggest pout ever on her face at how even Nudge gets preferential treatment over the LEADER of the damn gang, who actually happened to LIKE both of these hotties and desperately wanted to join in. She would even do naughty stuff with Nudge if it would bag her a ticket to some Fang or Iggy lovin'. Valencia grumbled angrily to herself and started to kick Total square in the ass, inching him along closer to the door with each yelp-inducing punt until they left the room. Angel simply disappeared into thin air because she's crazy.

Then Iggy woke up.

"DAMMIT, ANGEEEEEELLLLLLL! THAT WASN'T A PART OF THE PLAN!" He shouted, sitting up, then realized Angel was floating next to his bed with her tiny white wings beating silently, looking at him with a finger up to her lips. Fang was passed out in his bed at the other side of the room, snoring loudly with an arm hanging off the side and drooling slightly. He looked like he was plastered and was going to have a hangover tomorrow.

"Ssh. We can work out the details later. I only have a 6-year-old mind, remember? Of course I'm not going to get it perfect on the first try." Iggy "hmm'd" and then nodded, yawning tiredly. He stretched his arms out and then lay back down. Angel folded in her wings and softly sat on the bed with him, curling up into his side. He brought an arm around her and slowly started to fall asleep, then suddenly his eyes shot open, confused. About half or more of the stuff that just happened in his dream wasn't in their plan.

'Wait a minute. How can a 6 year old have such a vivid and disturbing imagination?'

Angel smiled into his ribs, draping one of her arms over his chest to hug him like she hugged Celeste when she went to sleep.

'You'd probably not want to know, Ig. Let's just leave it at that. Good night.'

Iggy felt the strangest cold fear prickle at the back of his neck as Angel mind-controlled him to sleep. He better not ask questions she didn't want to hear. Or even think them.

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If you didn't notice, this chapter is slightly a parody LOL

(You can bet the events in this chapter come into play later, as ridiculous as it sounds!)

Please review, and let me know if the long wait for this chapter was worth it! I sure as hell know I had a lot of fun making it xD