A/N: Warning: extreme fluffiness ahead. Beware the overdose of FAX.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Maximum Ride.

Chapter Thirteen – Made Slave, pt 1

Max's POV

When Max opened her eyes that morning, the first thing she saw was Fang. His deep, dark and knowing eyes were watching her intently. It would have been unnerving, except she couldn't help but think that he had incredibly cute bed hair.

"Are you okay? You're crying," he said softly.

She slowly touched her eyes and found moisture there. She could vaguely remember a dream. It flitted through her memory like a deranged humming bird.

"Bad dream," she explained, forcing a smile for his benefit.

He'd been in her dream, of course. She'd been chasing him, but whenever they got close her mother would suddenly appear. She remembered wanting Fang so much that it hurt, but her mother would always thwart her attempts to be with him. The tears must have slipped out from frustrated longing.

With tender care, Fang wrapped his arm around her and pulled her close. His warm breath tickled her ear and sent shivers racing up and down her spine. He gently kissed a lingering tear from her cheek and pulled away. She felt her heart beating an irregular rhythm and wondered how she could ever live without him.

"So, I believe you wanted to start the day off with a big breakfast," Fang said, sensing her need to change the subject.

"Bacon and eggs?" she asked hopefully.

He grinned. "Breakfast in bed?"

Max smiled. "Nah, I'll be down there in a second."

Fang heaved himself from the bed and sauntered towards the door. His hair was still mussed from sleep and stuck out at odd angles. She felt the urge to run her fingers through it; yet, at the same time, she wanted it to look like that forever.

When he was gone, she rolled over and found her phone on the floor. After she turned it back on she found that she had eight missed calls from home. She quickly turned the phone back off, not in any mood to talk to her mother.

Max stretched as she slowly climbed out of bed. She made her way into the bathroom and grimaced at what she saw. Her clothes were wrinkled and her hair was an absolute mess. She quickly ran her fingers through it until it looked decent.

After closer inspection of her shirt, she realised that no amount of straightening and pulling could make it look decent. She raided Fang's closet until she found a shirt with some obscure band on it. She took hers off and pulled the clean one on. It smelled like Fang, which made her feel a hundred times better. She tucked it into her jeans and admired the effect. She looked like a groupie. She found she liked the look better than the stiff clothes she usually wore in her parents' presence.

After borrowing some of Fang's deodorant and slipping on her converse, she made her way down the stairs to the sound of Fang digging around in his fridge.

"Okay, so we're going to need to go to the shops if we want breakfast," he said, still facing the fridge.

"Okay, but since I'm the master, I get to pay. I wouldn't want you to waste your meager wages on me. You might have a husband and three kids to raise," she teased.

He turned to face her, ready to make a retort about the 'husband' remark, she was sure. He paused, however, when he saw what she was wearing.

"You look so ridiculous it's cute," he said.

"I rather like it."

"That makes two of us," he replied with a smirk.

In the next second he'd walked over to her and placed his hand on her hip. He gripped it tightly and pulled her close to him, so that their chests were touching.

"Are you wearing my deodorant?"

"Mmhmm. Does it turn you off?"

"It depends. Do you plan on doing a lot of sweating in the near future?" he asked with an indecent smirk.

She slapped his arm, and then bit her lip. "It depends, do you plan on wearing your hair like that when we go grocery shopping?"

She realised they were flirting, and liked it. A lot. She pressed her body closer to his, pressing the length of her body against his taller frame.

"Won't the old ladies whisper about our unsavory appearances behind our backs?" he asked as he moved his hand from her hip to her butt.

"They're just jealous," she whispered.

His lips were getting closer to hers. She could practically taste them already.

Max grimaced when her stomach rumbled loudly.

Fang laughed and pulled away from her. "Well, we better get going if we ever plan on eating."

Max couldn't help feeling disappointed. She couldn't even remember why they weren't supposed to be together at this point. All she could think about was Fang. His body. His lips. His words. His smile. His laugh. He was under her skin in so many ways. It was like slowly being tortured.

He moved past her towards his bedroom, presumably to get changed. Max fought the urge to follow him and collapsed on a chair instead. She was breathing heavily, which surprised her.

The supermarket was packed full of old ladies and pregnant women. Fang and Max ran down the aisles for a while, pissing off the majority of the customers and generally being a nuisance. They eventually managed to get the bacon, eggs, bread and butter required for their breakfast. She even grabbed some orange juice and a pack of cookies to go with it.

While they were walking down one of the aisles, Max spied the condoms and tried not to blush. She grabbed a packet, just for a joke, and read the cover.

"Glow in the dark," she said out loud with a smirk.

Fang wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder – all the better to read the package.

He picked up a different one with a woman dressed as an alien. "For 'out of body' experiences," he quoted.

They both burst into fits of laughter, but she threw her box into the basket anyway. She told herself that it was a joke. Something she was doing to make Fang nervous. But she couldn't help getting butterflies in her stomach as she buried it underneath the bread.

At the checkout, Fang poured the contents of the basket onto the conveyor belt and met her eyes. That one-shared glance managed to make her ears turn pink.

"Hey Max, I didn't think I'd see you here," an instantly recognizable voice practically purred.

Max turned slowly, clutching Fang's arm to stop herself from doing something stupid.

"Hi Lissa," Max said in the sweetest voice she could manage. "Hi Angel."

"We just had a makeover. How does it look, Fang?" she asked, ignoring Max and reaching over to touch Fang.

"I think you need your money back," he said, to everyone's surprise.

Max had to bite her lip to stop from laughing, but couldn't quite manage.

"Well, not everyone can appreciate the natural look," Lissa sneered, giving Max an once-over.

"Not everyone has to appreciate it. Just one person," Max replied, getting really angry really fast.

Fang placed an arm around her waist, which both reassured and restrained her.

At that moment, Lissa and Angel both stared at the cashier. Or, more accurately, at what was in the cashier's hand.

Max glanced over and saw the box of condoms being swiped through. The look on Lissa's face was priceless. Her mouth was open slightly and her eyes were wide.

The cashier chirped the price and Max moved to pay. She decided to ignore Lissa's look of outrage. The look changed, however. It transformed into a smirk that made Max's stomach churn.

"I think the school will be surprised to hear that you aren't as innocent as you look," Lissa said.

"I don't think I care what the school thinks," she replied.

"I think the school can eat shit," Fang added in that special way of his.

Lissa audibly huffed, which Max found amusing.

"If you ever want a real friend, Angel, you can always hang out with us," Max added as she took the receipt and grabbed the bag of breakfast goods. Fang pulled her closer to him as they walked away from Lissa.

"What a bitch," he muttered as he took the bag from her like a true gentleman.

Fang and Max had walked to the supermarket instead of wasting fuel. As they made their way down the street, Max stopped and started staring. Fang stopped a few seconds later with one eyebrow raised at her.

"You know, if you're going to be my slave, I think you need an outfit," she said.

Fang followed her gaze and visibly stiffened. "You're kidding, right?" he asked, sounding panicked.

Max stared into the shop window and grinned. 'Olga's Costume Store' was printed above a mannequin that was wearing a French maid costume. Max grabbed Fang's hand before he could bolt and dragged him into the store.

She pushed him onto a chair and started riffling through a rack of maid's costumes. She pulled out a size she thought might fit Fang and grinned at him. He looked slightly sick, like he was about to throw up any second now.

"Please don't make me do this," he pleaded.

She ignored him and pulled him into the dressing room out the back.

"You should just try it on. You promised to do whatever I said, remember?" She used the puppy dog eyes on him.

"I am going to kill you," he said, reluctantly taking the costume from her.

She left the room while he got dressed and riffled around for her phone. When she found it, she turned it on and checked her messages. One more missed call from her mother. She ignored it.

Fang poked his head out of the curtain and she took that as her cue to enter. He looked ridiculous in the costume, which was basically a black dress with a white frilly apron. He didn't look happy, so she didn't insist on him wearing the frilly little cap.

Without any warning, she pulled out her phone and snapped a photo. He glared at her with so much heat that she nearly ran for cover.

"You have ten seconds to convince me why I shouldn't make you wear this costume on the walk home," she said sweetly.

His eyes went darker than usual and his body lost all its tension. The change was startling, and she started to question whether this was a good idea or not.

With a grace that made her heart beat faster, Fang moved towards her. He brought up his arms to form a cage around her, effectively blocking her in.

His hands moved down her body until they reached her own hands. Her breathing hitched and she was very aware of how loud her heartbeat was. His hands clasped hers and, in a move too swift to see, pinned them above her head. His face moved extremely close hers until his lips were only a millimeter from hers.

He eased one of his legs through hers, creating a friction that was enough to have her panting. With chagrin, she realised that he hadn't even kissed her yet.

"Do I have to wear this costume outside?" he asked in a sexy voice she'd never heard before. She swallowed.

His breath caressed her lips teasingly.

"Umm, no?"

"Good answer," he said as he abruptly pulled away from her. In seconds he'd pulled his jeans up under the dress and pulled the dress over his head.

Now, he was shirtless and she was still gasping against the wall.

He held up her phone and started hitting buttons, no doubt deleting the photo she'd managed to take of him. She had no idea how he'd gotten it from her, but she had been kind of distracted.

She was left with only one thought: how did Fang manage to be so damn sexy in a maid's costume?

He pulled on his shirt, much to her disappointment (she'd been enjoying the view) and smirked at her.

"Ready to go?" he asked, raising a brow and smirking simultaneously.

"You didn't even kiss me," Max said, still a little dazed.

"Was I meant to?" he asked. Now he was just being cocky.

She grumbled something obscene under her breath as they exited the changing room.

A/N: That was only part 1 of slavery. I need heaps of ideas for the next chapter. What would you like to see Fang do?

Also, that wasn't too much fluff, was it? I'm a huge fan of FAX, so I hope I didn't overdo it.