Author's Notes: Aw, I still got positive reactions for a crack-chapter? I'm so glad.
This is a full-blown oneshot for, ah… spidersfrommars. You wanted something longer? I'm giving you something longer! –evil laughter-
DISCLAIMER: Not mine. If it were, then Maximum Ride would be rated for mxm action.
WARNING: SEXUAL CONTENT WILL FOLLOW. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
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x M i d n i g h t – S k y x: Of course you didn't expect this, because I'm just that amazing, and that… spontaneous, was it? You're very welcome. I can't exactly give you a real birthday gift (you must probably live across the world from me), so I decided to give you a little fanfic.
Y-You're sick?! GACK. Okay. Here's a get-well present. I'm so lame; but when you said you didn't feel well, it gave me a bout of inspiration, so here I go. Huhu. I'm so honored you'd squeal because of me.
I'm amazing? I know (don't mind my inflated ego – I'm just messing with you). I'll be making a Valentine's fic, so heehee.
Hm… Unless JP was secretly a boy/boy fan… which'd make me extremely happy, by the way.
Two lover boys? Yours? COME ON, SHARE!
(Favoritism is frowned upon. Kidding.) Yeah, Fang, Iggy, Kiss. This time it's Fang, Iggy – well, you'll have to read more.
Specialk49: I know! Haha, I was like… 'what if a fangirl e-mailed them m/m and Iggy was supposed to do it?' And then my hands started typing by themselves. o 3o
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Hours
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Iggy walks away carefree and happy as he normally does, on his way back to their little room (prison). His happiness could be seen in the way he walks, arms swinging back and forth as a small little tune escapes his lips. The usual training and tests he receives from the School is cancelled today – he has the rest of the day to himself, and himself alone. He turns the corner, so naturally that it makes you wonder if he really was blind, or not. Just as he was about to turn a corner again, something caught his attention – a sound, a curse, a slight flutter of wings. Blinking, apprehensively, he walks towards the bridge that connects the training areas to the 'neighborhood' of experiments.
Feeling carefully along the contours of the bridge's railing, feet moving lightly as he moved as if gliding towards the figure, Iggy raises a hand – calls out a word of greeting. The being he has sensed turns his head, stares; and lets out a small sigh of either relief or worry – sadness? Iggy muses.
Taking a few slow steps towards the unknown figure, he raises a hand in greeting – the other entwines his fingers, and Iggy holds his breath for fear of dizziness in realization of who it was.
Fang.
"Hey, Fang," starts the blind boy, licking his lips and letting go of his best friend's hand. Fang, in return, shifts, smirks in an undetectable manner. "Hey, Iggy. What exactly are you doing here? Training's done?"
Iggy snorts, rubs the back of his head. "Nah, it was cancelled. Actually, I'm wondering what you're doing, not in the building or anything," he replies, and then blinks those unseeing eyes when no response is given.
"Iggy, you remember that when we were little, we made a promise that we'd allow each other to ask any sort of question, rude or not? Such as if I ask you something, then you must answer honestly?" Fang remarks, taking a step forward.
"Yeah, I remember," Iggy murmurs, briefly wondering where this was going. "It's something we wrote town way before. WHEN QUESTIONED BY EITHER ONE, YOU MUST ANSWER HONESTLY AND ACCORDINGLY," Iggy recited. Fang nodded, and after realizing Iggy was blind, said 'yes'.
"Is there something you need to ask me?" Iggy asks, furrowing his eyebrows.
Fang nods, in agreement, and purses his lips. "Come with me."
And then, forcefully, he grasps the younger boy's wrist, and starts walking; quickly, towards the intense foliage created to hide their dwellings.
"I want to try something," Fang starts, slowly, Iggy's entire body shivers at the voice. "R-Really now?" the younger of the two asks, for once – unprepared.
Fang, one who normally did not speak, wraps his arms around Iggy's frame, holds onto him tightly. Iggy shivers against his body, and he knew he was breaking a dozen little School Rules. No intimate physical contact among experiments. Nada.
Fang smiles when Iggy's arms willingly encircle around his neck.
Fang's rougher hands slide under his shirt and down Iggy's back, making the blind one shiver at the ticklish sensation – a foreign, unknown sound escaping his lips. The sound affects Fang in a way he does not understand. Repeating the action slowly and reveling the feel of the other boy's soft skin on his hands. He knows this feelings, and has felt it many times before. Dreams, quiet fantasies – they made his hormonal balances topple over and cause him to crave human contact and lust after others. The School may have thought they have prevented it – but this time, they were wrong.
Because this time, that desire for more physical contact was being directed towards Iggy, his friend, his apparent 'family'.
Iggy shivers once more at the things Fang continues to do to him. He couldn't quite help his reactions, another strange noise made from him against Fang's ear. His mind, so inflicted with the School and their rules, was telling him that what he was doing was wrong, but his body wanted more – more contact with Fang, because it was starting to feel pleasurable.
While he enjoys Fang's ministrations, he wants something more; something he did not quite know how to voice, or what to call it, for that matter. Fang breaks the contact between them, and Iggy shudders at the loss of body heat.
"I want to… ah, kiss, I suppose, you, Iggy," Fang says, strangely having problems in voicing his thoughts, too.
Iggy tilts his head in confusion, he himself not knowing what this was; nor how Fang knew of it. "Kiss? What's a kiss?" he asks, biting on his lower lip.
"It's a gesture that shows how much the two doing it like each other. I want to… kiss you, because of the way I feel about you," Fang finishes, in what Iggy thought was a tempting voice.
Nervousness coating his voice, Iggy wills himself to ask another question, "How do you do it?"
Recalling one of the files he had smuggled from the School's database, Fang attempts to pull back the descriptions – two youths kissing to express a mutual feeling of attraction, sometimes love, and sometimes lust. Going by blind (no pun intended) instinct, he stands directly in front of his friend, pulls the other boy's shoulders forward. Their noses brush up against each other, as Fang tilts Iggy's head to press their lips together.
.Ten Minutes.
Fang and Iggy are unaccustomed – their lips press against each other before they need to breathe again, their faces are tinged with pink. Iggy licks his lips, cries out when Fang attacks him again, his arms around Fang's neck as the older boy's own are protectively wrapped around his torso. Their lips press together, their bodies melt.
.Twenty Minutes.
Fang's body comes closer to Iggy's after a few minutes of experimenting, his mouth rubs against the blind boy's, Iggy mewls against his lips.
.Thirty Minutes.
Iggy is surprised at first, but he begins to move his lips in response to what Fang calls a 'kiss'. In response to the stimuli, he feels a tingle run through the organ between his legs. He surprises both of them by rubbing himself against Fang's body to relieve the tension. Both shiver at the friction their pants make.
.Forty Minutes.
Fang has known what he is doing, until Iggy begins to slowly rub against him. The pleasurable feelings from Iggy only increases his desire and makes him moan in response. The more their hips came in contact, the more Fang's pants suddenly feel too tight. He imagines that Iggy probably feels the same, their tongues continue to battle.
.Fifty Minutes.
Both boys break the kiss in a flurry of desire. Fang grunts, presses Iggy against one of the trees, his fingers fumbling with the other's pants. They soon fall to the ground followed by his own, and they both relish the small freedom from being constricted. Fang raises his head to see Iggy quietly, nervously, looking away (wasn't he blind?).
.Sixty Minutes.
"Wh-What's happening to us, Fang?" Iggy asks, his breaths uneven as his chest heaves – splinters touch his back but he seems not to care.
"I don't know," Fang replies, licking his lips and looking over Iggy's slender figure.
"Whatever it is, it's starting to hurt. What do we do now?" Iggy asks, confusion splayed across his expressive face. Fang looks around them, before speaking. "Just follow my lead."
Fang brushes his stomach against something smooth, and Iggy's mouth opens in surprise, a small moan escaping his lips.
"Did I hurt you…?" he asks, a little worried, about to pull away – stopped as Iggy's arms encircle his neck and pull him back. Iggy pushes his hips up to meet Fang's own, which makes their supposedly useless male organs brush up against one another. Both moan out in ecstasy as tingles of pleasure run along their body.
Fang couldn't quite stand the soft, tentative brushes anymore, and he begins to push and rub his hips against Iggy. The blind boy moans, tilts his head back and wraps his legs around Fang's torso. They move in reckless abandon, their moans and groans unheard in this isolated forest of trees, and Iggy's nails scratch against Fang's back – the latter not quite minding the pain as he inserts part of his body into an opening.
Iggy cries out, writhes in pain; tears well up in his eyes.
"I-I'm sorry!" Fang mumbles, kisses away the tears, holds the smaller boy in his arms and doesn't let go. Iggy whimpers, bites his lip.
"G-Go," he whispers, pressing himself down against the foreign body part in him, cries out again and lets the tears fall.
Fang, puzzled by Iggy's want for pain, continues, brushes up against something once more and Iggy cries out this time from pleasure. Fang, strangely wanting more of that strange noise, pulls himself back and pushes in again, Iggy's lips now slightly parted as his breath comes out in pants.
"Fang!" Iggy's voice holds passion and desire, his blind eyes close tightly as his muscles clench against Fang's supposedly useless organ, and the dark-haired avian emits a groan.
"Screw control…!"
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Seconds turn into minutes, minutes turn into hours; Iggy's pain-filled screams light up the foliage, Fang's grunts follow soon after. Fang bites down on Iggy's neck, grimaces when he realizes there will be a mark, and something warm and wet splashes on him.
Then, confusedly, he feels his muscles clench, his lower abdomen becoming hot; and something (he isn't sure what) is released.
Iggy whimpers, Fang kisses his tears away.
"About that question…" starts the dark-haired male, Iggy's eyes dimming; his body relaxing slightly.
"What about it…?" Iggy asks after much contemplation, there is a strange pain in his lower side, and he grimaces slightly.
"I was going to ask you if you knew how to kiss people."
Iggy grunts, leans against his lover.
"I've been learning for hours now, Fang. Hours…"
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Author's Notes: -drops down dead-