"Dylan," I stared at him, shocked.

He invited himself in, stepping around me as I shut the door, still confused. "I left Lissa."

I spun around and gaped at him. "You did what?" I screeched, suddenly angry. "Why the hell would you do that? And why come to me at three o'clock in the morning?"

He turned and faced me, his turquoise eyes piercing mine. He smiled at me, almost lovingly but also a sadness to it. He placed his hands on my shoulders. "I left her because she was still as obsessed with Fang as ever. And I left her… for you."

My jaw dropped by the slightest. "What?" I asked gently. I pray I didn't hear the last part correctly.

"I left her so I could be with you. Don't you see, Max? Now Lissa can have who she wants and now I can have who I want. That's the whole reason Fang was in town; it was fate. Now we can be together without anyone in our way."

"You're right," I told him, a small, adoring smile on my face. "Fang did come here for a reason but it was fate of a different one. Dylan, I'm going to have to ask you to leave."

"Max," He sighed after a long silence. "I don't understand. Do you not want to be with me because I showed up so late at night?"

I opened my mouth to answer but someone else did for me.

"No, she doesn't want to be with you because she already has someone else." Fang stepped out of my room and made his way over, in nothing but his black, flannel pajama pants. He stared at Dylan with no expression on his face. But I could see the anger and resentment underneath it all. I grasped his hand in mine, intertwining our fingers. He looked down at me and gave me a teeny smile.

"What are you doing up?" I murmured, ignoring Dylan.

Fang smiled at me fully. "Your screech woke me up," He was equally as quiet as he brushed his lips against my forehead. "I was worried about you."

"What the hell is he doing here?" Dylan's hands balled into fists angrily. His nostrils flared as he glared at my Fang.

Hmm…My Fang.

I liked the ring to that.

"Fang happens to live with me now." I informed him, letting go of Fang's hand. I wrapped my arm around his waist to hug myself to him. I was cold. Fang saw the goose bumps on my arms and hugged me closer and tighter to his chest. "I can't believe you dumped Lissa- I thought you were over your delusions."

"They're not delusions!" He growled; just like I knew he would. "I am not delusional! Why couldn't you ever give me a chance? Why are you just like every other girl; obsessed with Fang?"

"I am not obsessed and I am not like every other girl. If I was, Dylan, you wouldn't have taken a liking to me." I pointed out, raising an eyebrow.

He barked a harsh laugh. "Yeah, right. You're not like every other girl," he taunted. My eyes narrowed at him, red around the edges of my vision. "The only difference between you and the other girls is that you've got him in bed!" Fang went to take a step forward but I held him to me, wanting Dylan to continue. "Can't you see I'm better than him?"

"How?" I questioned, my voice level and quiet.

"What?" Dylan was starting to get confused.

"How are you better than Fang? List your qualities and I'll be the judge." I raised an eyebrow, waiting.

His eyes were still hard. "I use my real name, not some stupid nickname."

Fang sucked in a breath, obviously trying not to laugh.

"I came up with his nickname." I told him, feeling more insulted than Fang, apparently.

Fang gave my side a comforting squeeze.

Dylan's mouth twitched at his mistake. Yeah, oops. "I've known you since college."

"I've known Fang since high school and before that." When he and Iggy were freshmen, I was still an eighth grader and they had started hanging out at that time.

"I understand what you say."

"Fang knows what I think,"

He's losing.

"I think you're hot,"

"Fang believes I'm beautiful."

He's losing and he knows it.

"I know you're smart."

"Fang helped me get smart."

He so knows it.

"I never left you," He snarled.

I faltered for a bit. It was true, Dylan had never left me once he had met me. Fang had. But Fang left to have a life. If I had made him stay, I would have just tied him down and felt horrible about it all. That was why I hadn't chased after him. Surely, Fang knew that. I looked up at him, biting my lip, hoping he knew what I was thinking.

Fang smiled at me and brushed my hair behind my ear. He looked at Dylan and glared again. "I came back."

I smiled to myself, looking at Dylan again. He was right. He had come back. Knowing Dylan, if he had left for something so big and worthwhile, he would go without ever looking or coming back, not even just to visit. He was just that selfish.

I nodded, approving Fang's answer. "He came back," I repeated, whispering it, caressing it with my voice.

"I would die for you!" Dylan shouted. He was upset- in more ways than one.

…How the hell was Ella still asleep after all the screaming?

I shrugged it off as Fang answered, just as deadly but more quiet. "I would live for her because dying for her meant leaving her. I would never leave her- not again. It wouldn't just hurt me, it would also hurt her if I were to ever leave like that. So I wouldn't die for her because living is the best thing I can do." That answer sent chills down my spine, both frightening and loving. It would kill me if Fang had ever died. I never wanted that to happen.

Dylan looked at me, gauging my reaction to what both of them had said. I didn't show any emotion while I made him believe I was weighing the options. I smiled widely, lovingly. "He would live for me," I murmured, happy about Fang's response to Dylan's outburst. I stared up at him, letting all my love shine through my eyes. "That's all I've ever asked of him." Well, okay, that was a white lie. I did ask him to stay but whatever! It sounded more romantic, what I had said.

Fang smirked, seeming to read my mind as usual. He leaned his head down and pressed his lips to mine gently. He didn't want to get carried away in front of Dylan- the kitchen was right near us and I'm sure Fang didn't want to get stabbed.

When he pulled away, I looked at Dylan to see utter disgust, repulsion, sorrow, and anger in his eyes. And on his face. "Dylan, I think it's time you left." He looked at me and the sorrow came through bigger than last time. "Go back to Lissa."

He clenched his jaw, eyes shining, and stormed out, slamming the door behind him.

I wrapped my other arm around Fang's waist and held him so we were front-to-front. We swayed side-to-side as Fang pulled me closer. "So, you would live for me, huh?"

He smiled at me, brightening up the room. "Forever and ever." He promised. "Or until you're gone- then I'd follow you in a heartbeat."

I blushed, suddenly loving this romantic side of Fang. I narrowed my eyes at him playfully. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you were just trying for another round tonight." I teased.

"Do you know any better?" He joked back. I could see some seriousness in his eyes and I heard the double meaning in his words.

I smiled, shaking my head. "No." I leaned up and planted my lips on his.

He let my waist go and raked his hands up my sides, up to my face. He cupped my face in his hands, his fingers tangling in my hair. He sucked on my bottom lip before pulling his mouth off mine. "I love you, Max."

"I love you, too." I gave him my best smile and he pulled me toward him for another kiss.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my fingers and hands in his hair, holding his face to mine. One of his arms snaked around my waist. His other hand slid down my cheek, along my throat- making me groan, which I was rather miffed about-, and down my front so he could get to the bottom of my shirt. His fingers crawled under the fabric and slithered up my stomach, giving me chills. His hand grabbed my chest gently. I ground my hips into his before removing my lips and tongue from his mouth.

"I think we should take this into the bedroom before Ella walks out of hers." I whispered, my voice husky and rough.

Fang spun me around so my back was to his front. His hand hadn't left my chest. He slid his feet under mine while he kissed at my neck. His hand than had been around my waist teased at my shorts' waistline, running his fingers along it and a little under the waistband. I gasped at the sensation.

"Only if I can have you all to myself." He murmured against my nick, biting down on the flesh.

I almost moaned at all the feelings he had stirring in me. I held it back but a tiny whimper slipped through: I was too aroused to be embarrassed.

Fang must have either felt the same way or had guessed at it because he started hurrying to the bedroom. He had me open the door since he didn't want to stop what he was doing. Meanwhile, as I was turning to doorknob, his fingers dove under the shorts and under my underwear, making me groan in surprise. I turned the knob and Fang kicked the door in, shuffling us quickly to the bed, the door closing by itself form the momentum on his kick.

~!~

I sighed as I turned over, crawling closer to the warmth next to me. I slowly opened my eyes to see a stomach next to my face, my arm curled around it. My nose was to the bellybutton.

I recognized that bellybutton.

I leaned forward, toward it, and rested my head against the soft skin. I looked up at Fang's serene face as he watched me with adoring eyes. I smiled at him softly.

"Hiya, stranger," My voice was low and husky- sexy, I realized. I never realized the sex appeal I held until now.

He smiled back, smoothing the hair from my face and just playing with it. "Hey," his voice was just as low but it didn't hold the roughness like mine. It was sexy all on its own.

I sighed again, content. I relaxed my head, putting it back in its original position. I closed my eyes and turned so my lips were at his skin. I kissed his stomach, feeling his pulse under my lips. I bit down, leaving a small mark.

Mine.

He was all mine. And no one else's. I had never been this happy in my entire life.

I moved my lips around his stomach, kissing and biting several places. I reached his naval and licked it, kissing it right after. I could feel Fang's heart beat faster and his arousal at my elbow where my arm was bent, holding me to him. I smirked against his skin, repeating the gesture. I had no idea I held this kind of power over Fang.

"How about another round?" I offered. I looked up at him through my hair, giving him my smile again. I rested my chin on his stomach, just under his bellybutton. I exhaled through my mouth, very slowly, letting the air run across his naval. I could feel him shiver. I smirked once again as I settled myself between his legs, slightly closer to his face but still at his torso. I traced his abdominal muscles while my finger, letting it go just low enough… and then bringing it back up to start all over again. "I wouldn't mind another, would you?" My voice was all innocent, not matching my expression one bit.

Fang grabbed my wrists and flipped us over, pinning my arms above my head. There was a growled building in his throat and it would have been really loud if I hadn't caught it with my mouth, kissing him so hard, I'm sure my lips would be swollen the next day.

~!~

I groaned as I rolled over, pain between my legs. Not holy-fuck-I'm-going-to-die pain but holy-fuck-that-was-amazing-I'm-going-to-die pain. I was alone on my bed and I slowly sat up, looking around, fully awake. I slid out of bed, giggling about last night.

Fang and I hadn't just had those two rounds. We had had three more after that. I was more energized than I thought I would be this morning. I grabbed my black lace bra and panty set and put it on before pulling on a blue spaghetti strap shirt and dark blue wash jeans. I put on a red, black, and blue short-sleeved, button-up shirt. It was checkerboard.

I fixed my hair and brushed my teeth before leaving my room and heading toward the kitchen. Fang was at the stove, Iggy at his side, while Nudge and Ella were relaxing on the couch, reading People Magazine, amongst other ones.

Iggy was working the bacon and sausage while Fang made chocolate chip pancakes and Belgian waffles. Mmm…

I walked over to the stove and wrapped my arms around my man's waist. "Good morning," I greeted quietly, my chin resting on his shoulder as I stood on my toes.

Iggy looked over at us and saw the identical smiles on our faces. He grinned at us but his nose wrinkled. "I'm glad you two are happy but I recognize those smiles," he pointed to our faces, both of us staring at him. "Someone got lucky. Someone got lucky!" He sang, laughing and I beat him with my fist, barely caring if he accused us of it. I mean, it was true and he just opened up teasing about him and Nudge.

"Iggy, leave them be," Nudge ordered lightly, not even looking up from her magazine. "Morning, Max," She greeted after a second, smiling at me.

Iggy shut up and went back to cooking.

I laughed. "Fang," I sang in his ear.

"Hm?" He acknowledged as he moved pancakes off the pan and onto a plate: he didn't want them to burn so he didn't look at me.

"Iggy's whipped." I chuckled, running my teeth along his ear before kissing it. I backed away while he was lost in the thought of that action, chocolate pancake in my hand. I turned and sat next to Ella and Nudge, taking a bite of it.

Ella laughed, seeing the almost completely eaten pancake in my hand. I winked at her. "I suppose you'd be hungry after what went on last night."

"Ew- you heard them?" Nudge looked grossed out.

Ella laughed even more. "No. Well, I heard you guys in here on your way to your room," She gave me a sickened expression before smiling sadly. "But I also heard Dylan."

"Dylan?" Iggy and Nudge yelled, Iggy dropping the tongs used for the food.

I nodded. "Yeah. He… stopped by last night."

"Was he drunk and looking for pussy?" Nudge asked, enraged. I had to admit, he has done that before so none of us put it beneath him.

"No. He dumped Lissa, thinking he and I finally had a chance since Fang was in town."

"Oh my gosh, Nudge, it was so romantic!" Ella started going into detail about what happened while we ate breakfast in the family room instead of the kitchen table. Fang and I sat on the recliner, me in his lap; Iggy and Nudge were curled up on one side of the couch while Ella was sprawled on the other side.

"Oh, Fang!" Nudge cooed, enthralled by the idea of having a man stand up for her like Fang had for me. "That was so romantic!"

"Yeah…" Iggy mumbled to himself before grinning like a maniac and punching Fang in the shoulder. "Who knew you had it in you?"

Fang smirked, kissing my shoulder. "I don't know," He said softly, resting his head on my shoulder, his fingers gliding up and down my arm.

"Who knew Fang would get so jealous?" Nudge teased, giggling.

I smiled. "I did." I laughed and then looked down at him, through my lashes. "And I'm glad he did."

He grinned and kissed my lips, licking the leftover chocolate off my bottom one.

Oh, how I love my gentle man.

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