AN: Hello dear Readers, IT IS I! I'm NOT dead. Sorry it takes me so long, I get al depressive and I can't do anything. But with your beloved encouragement I present you with the next chapter! I DON'T OWN MAXIMUM RIDE AND I'M SURE JAMES PATTERSON WOULD PREFER TO SHOOT ME FOR MY DIRTY USE OF HIS CHARACTERS. (You of course wouldn't shoot me my fellow gutter-dwellers. This Chapter is going to BRING ON THE HEAT! So if you're young, run away. If you're a perv, rejoice! Tell me what you like and dislike and I'll make it better, if you don't critique my work sucks more. So critique to get quicker longer updates of the stuff you want!

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Max POV:

I just finished it. What is 'it' you ask? Why, I've finally gone crazy. I have a voice in my head and now I'm making nests. That's it. Max's crazy nest. I don't even know why I made it. The weirdest part is that now I feel better having mad it. Some of the restlessness is gone. A little. And I'm stumped as to why making a nest in my bed makes me feel better. See? I really have gone off the deep end. Itex dies, and I'm still paranoid. Make a nest out of blankets and I'm relatively at peace with the world. Screwy, screwy world.

I turn away from my odd creation only to see Fang lurking by my door. But before I can tell him it's really creepy to stalk people my breathe catches and my heart pounds. Fang. All I can think of is Fang. And how his dark eyes are intense. The heat in his gaze makes me shiver. And before I know it he's standing in front of me. I can't help but be mesmerized by him. I've always loved him, but now I was ready to pounce on him, and that just wasn't me. We weren't really going out. I guess it was sort of an unspoken thing that he and I were always meant for each other. Well I thought so anyways. Up until this point I had no idea that it was mutual.

"Max…" He whispered huskily sending another shiver across my skin, "I don't know what's going on."

"What do you mean?" But I think I do. The smoldering in his eyes, the Max-nest I just made, and the time of year. We for the very first tiem are experiencing an avian American heat cycle. It seems as if my blood cannot boil any hotter, and yet my skin shivers as if it were cold just from the intensity of his gaze. Usually his eyes are dark and closed off, now with a single look I see him. His wants, his needs, what he's thinking, what he's feeling. And it's mutual. I never really thought he felt this way, but it's so much harder to lie with your eyes than your words, the eyes are the window to the soul. And all I can see in Fang's are love, confusion, and lust. I feel stupid for asking. I really do know hwat he means. And I finally come to comprehend what exactly it was I wanted earlier. I want Fang.

And before can say anything else stupid he pulls me in. As our lips meet an electric current runs between us. His lips are soft and gentle at first, then more lustful as we continue. His hands but themselves in my hair, as the sweet caress of lips on lips continues. His hands clench tighter on my hair, his mouth more aggressive and I gasp. He takes the advantage to lick my bottom lip, begging for a deeper kiss. I gladly initiate it. Our tongues are rolling, stroking and caressing. He moans into my mouth and the vibrations are sensual. The passion in the room seems to have set it on fire as my skin is ablaze. The room spins and pivots, and always at its center is Fang, Fang, Fang. And I know that it will always be this way for me. The new center of my universe is Fang. Birds mate for life. There will be no other. As this dawning moment occurs in my foggy mind I gasp for breath and as I try to trap enough oxygen in my lungs to survive he covers my face in butterfly soft kisses.

"Max, Max, Max…" I hear him pant his hot breath against my face and neck warming my already too hot skin. "Did you always know I love you?" I freeze, and he senses it. "Really Max. It's true. And I know you love me too. There will always be an 'us'."

I intensify the kiss and pull his head closer roughly. He's never said those words before, and I can hear them pulse with his sincerity. Indeed we will always be each others. I nip at his lips and her grins in the kiss. His hands begin to wander down my sides sending a shiver up my spine. He lingers at my waist before moving his hands to the small of my back. He gently tugs me forward and we're standing pressed against each other. His skin is just as hot as mine, and I can feel his breathe come in fast pants. I can even feel his heart pounding. Just like mine.

He grinds his hips into mine, and I stop. I can feel his erection throb, and I know we have to stop before this goes further. But a very large part of me wants to forget that, and enjoy the pleasures of desire. Fang obviously has quite good sexual instincts, and I know I would enjoy it. But … a twinge in my mind tells me no. And I've relied on that gut instinct. So I carefully pull away and rest my forehead on his. He realizes what I want and in a great triumph of will stops grinding against me. For that I'm grateful, mush more of it and any thought would have ceased to exist in my brain. It almost looks like physical pain for him to pull just inches away from me. His dark eyes are heavy lidded as they piece my own. He waits for me to voice my concerns.

"Fang, should we… really be… doing this?" I manage to huff in between my heavy breathing.

"Max…."

"Are we really ready? Is this… just… I don't know. What is this Fang? I know how I feel, but can you actually feel the same way?"

His eyes flicked as he thought it out, "Max, I know this. I do love you. Truly. I think you feel the same way. This is just more sudden, because well… I have a theory. Max, Max tell me you love me please…" Fang looked like a trapped animal in pain, wait for the end or chew off his foot.

I sighed and closed my eyes, "Fang, I love you. I think I might have always loved you… What do you think is going on? Are we just frustrated teens, or is the whole 2% bird gene thing kicking us in the ass?"

He chuckled and it felt like velvet was rubbed down me. A caress of sweet laughter and a rare smile, "Max, I think it's a bit of both. Obviously I'm a horny pervert…" I lightly smacked him. "and it's spring. I think this is some sort of heat."

"Oh." And with that our roles were reversed. I had nothing to say to that, and he had just said so much. I felt awkward, was nothing we felt real? Just an instinctual drive for reproduction? Did he ever really love me? Could I be certain I loved him?

"Max, don't block me out. Let me in. Say something please." His eyes were scrutinizing my face, trying to decipher answers off of my expression.

"It's just that… Is this really love?" Now it was me trying to tear every miniscule reaction from his face and process it into an answer. He was silent for a minute.

"Max, this phase thing started today. I know these feelings for you, this love of mine for you, lasted long before this. And I won't let this change anything. I can go away for its duration if you want… But if you feel the same way, then why is there anything wrong with feeling in love?"

I think I was gaping at him. One part of that was he was still sort of sweaty and his hair was messed from my hands gripping it, and the other was that today, he was talking. Like really talking. A lot. And, I inspected my own emotions for a minute. Did I love Fang? Yes. Was it wrong to feel this way? No, I didn't think so. So all I really managed to do was squeak out, "…don't leave…."

"I will never leave you if that's what you want Max."

I could tell he was waiting for an answer on how I felt on the matter. Screwing up my courage, my fierceness, I looked him right in the eyes. And very nearly melted in my commando boots. All I saw was love in those midnight depths. "Fang… I do love you. It's not just the hormones. I love you Fang." And with some extra courage to spare squeezed in a joke, "THIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISSSSS MUCH." And spread out my arms are far as they would go and my wings out to full extension. He grinned like a maniac, a wide joyous smile that having been used so little made his face look odd. A small laugh escaped me and he frowned.

"What's funny?"

"You're face looked like a manic eraser!" I laughed. His scowl deepened and I laughed again.

He growled and nabbed me pinning me again to him. With the same possessive growl he ravaged my neck. Nibbling up and down I shivers as his teeth continued to tease my skin. I moaned when I felt his tongue flick out and lick my earlobe before he started sucking on it. He stopped when he heard my moan, "God, Max… You have absolutely… no idea what … you do to me…" His eyes were screwed shut. He sighed, "Max. Tell me. Continue or stop? It's killing me to do neither, this is too much and yet not enough. I refuse to pressure you. This is your decision. Do you want to…? Or if not how far are you willing to go? You've gotta talk to me Max. I'm not a mind reader."

My eyes seemed glazed. I focused on his face, "Er. No… umm…"

He was the epitome of patience right now. And I knew it was all on the surface, inside he was roiling with need. Because I was too. I sucked in a breathe and rushed it out, "nosexrightnowfang." Slower I said with a face that I'm sure looked like a tomato, "underwear stays on."

His grin again spread across his awing face, "Max. You're blushing." And without a pause his lips crashed down on my own. I think he muttered "soft" but it was so muffled by the movement of our lips and I was too distracted to really tell.

Again my skin felt like fire, my heart beat frantically, and my breathing sped. Fang nipped my lip and pulled it a little in a playful motion. I groaned and his actions became more lustful. Our tongues writhed, out lips locked, and our hands were in each other's hair forcing the other closer. It wasn't close enough for him. Touching the hem of my shirt he pulled it clean over my head breaking the heated kiss for only a second. His hands traveled where his eyes had yet to roam. His calloused muscular hands made slow circles on my abdomen, seemed to count my ribs, and massage my sides. All the while our kiss continued to escalate. His mouth pulled away from mine for a second and I realized why. He looked down at my body and I became self aware. He looked into my eyes to reassure me before his mouth came down on my shoulder.

He tasted every inch of my newly exposed skin. Tongue lapping at my navel and silly bites on my bra in faux anger at it. He went to undo the claps and I stopped him. His eyes were smoldering and my breathe caught. "Max… puff… pleeeeeease don't tell me you consider that underwear…"

His annoyance and rivalry with my bra amused me and I smiled at him. He stopped and goofily grinned at me. I tugged his shirt, "Off."

He didn't even pull it over his head. With his hands at the collar he ripped the fabric off, and in shreds it was flung away from his torso. "Better?" His voice was husky and rough; the very echoes sent shivers down my spine and made me feel like I was rubbed with fur. I didn't reply verbally, instead I pounced on him, knocking him back as I straddled his waist. A groan issued from his mouth as his jaw clenched. I couldn't stop my hands as they explored his chest. What can I say? The boy was built. Every muscle was active as my hands skimmed his skin, every once in a while they would twitch under my hand. He fascinated me. The curve os his shoulder, the lines of his abs, everything about him was perfect. I claimed this perfection. He was mine. I sank my mouth down on his shoulder and he groaned. I wanted to mark him, he was mine. My teeth grazed up his shoulder and neck to his ear and I licked it gently, he hissed. Then I bit down where his neck and shoulder met, savoring the flavor that was uniquely Fang.

"Shit, Max!" He growled out. "Oh God…"

I leaned in to his ear again, my breath tickling him, "What do you want Fang? What do you want?"

His dark eyes opened and the heat almost overwhelmed me. And as quick as a blink of those transfixing eyes he had us flipped. His clothed erection pressed into me, "This is what I want." And he ground our hips together roughly. The world spun. All I could do was grind back against him. His hands were on my hips forcing me closer as we both sought our release. The friction was terrible, the friction was glorious. I felt like every part of me was electrocuted and my toes curled from the fire. "Harder." He grunted in acknowledgement.

"Oh… jeez… fuck… Max… I'm gonna cum…"

And that sent me over the cliff, I writhed under him in absolute euphoria as I orgasmed. Hard. I could feel every muscle clenching again as I spun off into a fantastic oblivion. I barely noticed by my actions sent him spilling into his jeans and he stiffened and then fell on top of me, my own heated blanket.

We lay there attempting to catch our breath as it seemed to evade us. Flying for ours? No problem catching our breath. Fighting Eraser ass? Also, no problem. Dry humping the shit out of each other? We're gasping like land locked fish.

He growled in frustration and I turned my still fuzzy head to see him. "What?"

His eyes narrowed, "I didn't even get your pants off!" He looked at a loss and glared at the entrapping denim.

"So?" was my nonchalant reply.

He continued his feud my jeans, "Urrrrrg."

"There's always next time," I huffed with a wink.

And that seemed to resolve the tension between my pants and Fangs warring resentment of them. He grinned another blindingly sincere face split (I'm going to have to get used to this I see) and huskily whispered in my ear, "And the next time, and the next time, and the next..."

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