I was asleep, yet somehow I was awake enough to feel the presence of someone in the house. A presence besides the flock and Jeb I mean.
My eyes opened fast and I began to cast out my senses. I turned my gaze towards the bedroom door and saw it was wide open. A silhouette appeared and I jolted up in bed. The light flickered on and I shielded my eyes with my arm and I heard Dylan grumble next to me.
I looked up, dazed and saw Fang standing by the doorway.
"I'm sorry to have woken you." He said calmly like he was telling me the time of day.
"Are you crazy? Its 2 in the morning." I croaked.
"I just wanted to tell you.. tell you that Tallie set me up." He began. I looked at him carefully.
"What do you mean set you up?" I said alarmed. Dylan was now sitting up glaring at Fang. Fang looked at him with a surprised look on his face. Dylan grinned.
"She let slip that it was her job to keep me away from you. So you could...be with him..." He said giving Dylan another hard glare.
"Oh. That little..." I said but Dylan cut me off.
"So what, you want to come back and play happy families?" Dylan joked.
"I just thought she ought to know." Fang said disappearing out of the room. I jumped out of bed and ran after him. I grabbed his arm and spun him around.
"I'm sorry." I mouthed and he nodded.
Jeb suddenly appeared out of nowhere in his stripped pyjamas gazing intently at Fang.
"Fang what are you doing here?" Jeb asked.
"Came to tell Max something. I'm leaving now." He said and turned again for the door.
"But it must have taken you ages to get here?" I said trying to bring him back. He shrugged me off. He opened the door and stopped.
"Max he really wants you back. Badly."Angels voice sounded in my head. I scanned the room and spotted Angel standing in the corner out of view. I pretended not to acknowledge her and looked back at Fang. By now he was looking at me with his solemn dark eyes and I almost felt sorry for him.
"I will see you again, no doubt." Fang said trying to sound a bit more cheerful.
"That might not be anytime soon. We're going on a trip and we may be gone for a little while." Jeb said and Fang perked up.
"Where? When?" He said as though he would be joining us.
"Remote city in eastern Siberia." Jeb told him and Fang frowned.
"What do you want to go there for?" He said turning around fully.
"To talk to a friend of mine. She has information on a group of individuals obsessed with achieving power, who may be targeting the flock. Don't worry Fang. I think you and your flock are safe. At least for a while. We will deal with the problem." Jeb explained. Fang's face softened and his eyes glared around the room. Then his eyes found mine.
"He wishes more than anything that he could come. He's really upset Max." Angel spoke again and I turned to look at her. By now Fang must be aware she was talking to me and I tried to hide it.
"Sounds like you guys are going to be busy. I wish you luck." He said turning for the door once again.
"Fang would your flock care to join us?" Jeb said unexpectedly making Dylan, who was now by my side, Angel and myself to look at him in shock. Fang stopped for a moment and looked at me.
"He doesn't know if he can handle being with Dylan over a long flight." Angel said with a giggle at the end. "He doesn't want to get you hurt either. You know, the reason he left?" She said and this time I didn't look at her, I looked at Dylan. He looked at me with a blank expression but then smiled.
"Whatever you want I'm happy with." Dylan said putting an arm around my waist. I felt my face burn up and saw Fang try and tear his gaze away from us.
"Go and ask your flock first. We will post-pone until we hear from you. I shall contact her in the morning and tell her we will be a few days late." Jeb said with a warm smile.
"If you do decide to come, you will need the proper gear. It is the coldest place in the world." I said and Fang gave one of his killer half-smiles that made my legs weak. He nodded farewell and left as silently as he had came.
Jeb headed back to bed and so did Angel.
"So...I guess this trip could really be interesting after all." Dylan said as we walked back to the bedroom.
"What do you mean, of course it will." I said.
"You know what I mean Max." He said and gently pulled on my arm to stop me.
"If he's going to be around then you know I'm going to be protective about you, right?" He said with a smile.
"Why's that then?" I said pretending to be dumber than I was.
"Because...well because I love you that's all. I don't want him thinking he can get back with you, 'cause he can't." He said pulling me against his bare chest. I let the warmth rush into me and felt him kissing the top of my head.
"I'll behave if that's what you want." I said giving him a playful smile.
I crawled back into bed and felt Dylan's familiar body up against mine.
"You know, you really should tell Fang it is clearly over between the two of you."The voice said in my head making me snap my eyes open.
Why would I do that? I love Fang. I never want to believe it is over between us.
"You have been with Dylan for the passed couple of days, sleeping in the same bed, allowing him to kiss you and get close to you...Is it not truly over yet?" The voice remarked. I felt myself blush at the thought of kissing him in the hotel and being close to him.
"Do you not love Dylan. Has he not proved how useful he can be? Do you not feel drawn to him like you do Fang?" It questioned. I thought about what it had said and realised that yes, I do feel drawn to Dylan and being close with him lets off fireworks in my gut. But never was I going to completely brake away from Fang.
"Max?" Dylan whispered on my shoulder. I turned my head to the side and brought my face inches away from his.
"Do you still love him?" He asked looking almost miserable. He didn't want me to say yes. I didn't want to say no.
"Tell him the truth can't lie to your perfect other half." The voice told me.
"I..." I began but he stopped me before I could finish.
"It's okay, just be honest." He said in a soothing voice. My body melted in to the bed, feeling more relaxed than before.
"I do wish I could be with him. It still hurts that he went away. But I know that it isn't possible for us to be together. Not yet anyway." I told him and he put his arm around my waist and cuddled me. He closed his eyes, resting his head on my shoulder. I let myself relax into him and gradually began to fall back to sleep.
I woke up several hours later to the delicious smell of Donuts. I could just about hear the voices of the flock in the kitchen, drinking juice and having a full breakfast, made by none other than Iggy. Jeb must have fetched the donuts from the store.
I must have had one heck of a dream as the bed covers were practically spread across the floor. All that was remaining was the bedsheet which was draped across my legs and Dylans and nothing else. I turned to look at him, laying on his back with one arm behind his head and another across his muscular chest. He had only his Calvin Klein boxers on and I couldn't help but take a peek.
I don't know about my dream but he certainly must be having a good one by the looks of the huge bulge in his boxers. I quickly averted my eyes and tried to picture something else. Donuts.
"What are you afraid of Max?" The voice asked. Me afraid? I don't think so Mr. Voice. I'm not afraid of anything. Well except being locked away in the school away from the flock maybe.
" You know what I mean. Why are you afraid to look? No one will know. No one will see and Dylan certainly won't mind. Not that he's going to see you, either." It stated. The voice had a way with words. It actually made me think about looking. But why would I want to do that anyway? After a couple of seconds thinking it over, I decided once wouldn't hurt. Hopefully.
I turned my head slightly to the left to check if he was still sound asleep. He was. He looked gorgeous when he slept. But you didn't hear that from me!
I moved my eyes from his stunning.. from his face to his muscular chest and arms, down to his abs and below.
"Like what you see?" The voice said with a ring of laughter. I frowned in irritation hoping the voice could sense it and shut the hell up. It became silent so I figured it got the message.
Truth was, I kinda did like what I saw. Although if you repeat that to anyone I WILL hunt you down!
I looked down to his boxers and the shape that lay inside them. They were no where near see-thru, although you could make out almost every detail of him.
I wondered how it would feel against my hand and tried to shove that thought to the back of my mind. The very back.
The smell of donuts was almost overwhelming for my sensitive nose and my stomach let out a loud growl. Dylan shifted in position and opened his eyes.
"Good morning. Smells like donuts they're having." I said getting out of bed and reaching down for my clothes. I wasn't going to unpack my bag just for a change of jeans so I decided against it.
"Ooo I love donuts." He replied in a raspy voice that sent a shiver down my spine. I turned around to smile but instead of smiling I stared with my mouth a-jar, looking at Dylan casually laying with his arms supporting him behind his back. I wanted to run over to him and kiss him, tell him how gorgeous he looks sitting their like that. But I also decided against that. I focused my gaze on putting my jeans back on hopping around on one leg as I put my leg through. Without realizing, Dylan snuck up behind me and pulled me into a hug. I felt his hardness against my back and began to feel my cheeks heat up.
"Sorry." He quickly apologised and withdrawed away from me. I turned to face him as he stood towering over me. His cheeks shone a light pink and he bit down on his bottom lip seductively.
"Put some clothes on and loose the stick, breakfast is ready." I smiled putting my hand on his chest and draping my fingers across his muscles.
"Okay then. I'm sorry." He smiled back. Fang's killer half smiles were to die for. Although, Dylan's smile just made you feel totally warm inside, like nothing was ever going to hurt you.
"Stop apologising." I said and he gave a small laugh showing his perfect teeth.
"Sorry." He said again, laughing harder this time. I punched him lightly in the chest and left him to make himself look presentable for breakfast.
"Max, full English breakfast?" Iggy asked and I nodded. "Oh Max I'm glad your finally awake. I need you to pop down to the store and buy these things." Jeb said handing me a rather large shopping list.
"What do we need all this stuff for?" I asked.
"The trip is going to be a long one. We will need lots of supplies." He said.
"How long is the flight going to last?" Angel asked taking a bite out of a slice of toast.
"Very long." Jeb replied. Dylan came in and sat down, inhaling his breakfast.
"Max why don't you take Dylan with you, I highly doubt you will be able to carry this all alone." He said and Dylan looked confused.
"Oh yeah Max we were thinking of going to watch a family movie today. Maybe Nanny Mcphee, you should come. Jeb is even going to come with us." Nudge said.
"Yeah please come with us." Angel said.
"I don't know guys. This list looks like it might take a while. Besides I'm not really in the mood. You go have fun and you can tell me all about it when you get back." I told them looking at their disappointed faces.
"Come on, lets get started." I said to Dylan nudging him.
"Can I lick my plate first?"He said smiling. I shook my head and watched as he licked every single crumb off the plate. Ewww.
"Okay, so if you get all the food items and I get all the non food items that should make it quicker." I said to Dylan splitting the list in half.
"Alright sounds good to me." He smiled. We soared through the sky at 100MPH and I wondered how fast he could really go.
"Do you want to race?" I asked him and he grinned.
"Sure thing. But I'm gonna win." He teased.
"Okay from here to that big yellow sign all the way over there." I pointed and he nodded.
"Go!" I yelled quickly and we both took off like lightning. For most of the way I was leading and he was only seconds behind. Although he soon caught up to me and I had to kick it into overdrive. I only just won going at my near best. Dylan was quite the flyer now.
"I'll get you next time." He said sticking his tongue out at me.
"Your pretty good. Usually everyone has a hard time keeping up with me but you weren't far behind." He gave me a cheesy grin and we both laughed knocking each other in the sky.
"Oh hey look, that's the shop down there." Dylan yelled over the wind, soaring downwards like an eagle.
We landed in a back alley and made our way through to the shop. I motioned for Dylan to go left where as I took the right, not forgetting to memorize exits and escape routes as I made my way along the aisles.
It took me 10 minutes just to find one single item. I could see Dylan was having trouble figuring out where stuff was also.
Okay so it took even longer than expected. An hour roughly and it took us half an hour to get here so by the time we get back two hours will have passed.
"They probably think we've done a runner." Dylan joked meeting me at the checkout.
"Yeah." I laughed and didn't take my eyes away from his. He began smiling and I quickly turned away.
"I think it's going to rain. We better hurry up and get home before everything gets wet." He said.
"Good idea."
I reached in my back pocket for my credit card and paid the lady at the checkout. She was quite surprised by the amount of stuff we had brought and we made up a lame excuse about having a big birthday party. Luckily she bought it and didn't call seurity to throw us out.
"Yup it's just starting to rain." Dylan said holding out his hand as we got outside. We ran around the back alley and took off into the dark, clouded sky full of rain.
By the time we drew closer to home, the rain was pouring from the sky and we were both drenched through. The shopping bags were completely soaked and my jeans were sticking to my legs.
"There is no better way to have a shower." Dylan laughed as we landed down on the deck. Jeb's car was gone so I assumed they had already left for the movies.
"Where are we going to put all of this stuff?" I asked Dylan who pointed to the pantry.
"Good idea. Shove it in there till Jeb gets back." I found a comb and ran it through my tangled hair. A pile of clean clothes was mounted in the wshing basket and I pulled out a new pair of jeans and a jumper. I found one of Dylan's tight shirts and picked it from the bottom of the pile and turned to throw it at him.
"Here catch." I said but stopped in mid air as he stood by the washing machine, stuffing his wet shirt and jeans into it.
"Oh thanks." He said as he walked over to me and grabbed the shirt. He turned it in the right way and was about to put it over his head but stopped.
He looked at me for a few moments then placed his shirt on the chair nearby. He put his arms around my shoulders and I quickly reacted back, putting my arms around his waist.
"I love you." He whispered in my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
I looked up to see his glossy turquoise eyes staring back at me and then he kissed me. It was magic, the way his lips connected with mine. It was right, and somehow, among all of the dizziness and the clinging to him like a life line, something inside me changed, never to be reversed. This new feeling could be dwelled upon later, because, for now, I was content to feel his breath to come and go with mine. His breathing became more and more rapid as he pressed himself onto me, holding my face with both of his hands. I touched his chest and ran my hands around his muscles in circles. He pulled away slowly and reached down for my hand.
"Follow me." He smiled and began to lead me out of the kitchen through to the bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and Dylan knelt in front of me, putting his hands on my legs kissing my neck. His head was level with mine and our noses were now nearly touching. He caressed my face with his fingers and lifted my chin up to kiss me again.
Suddenly he stood up, making my head level with his groin. I heard him laugh slightly before he nudged me to lay down and leaned in to hover above me on all fours. I laid on my back looking at Dylan's dark brown wings flapping slowly above me like a fan. He pushed my wet shirt up over my head and spread kisses over my stomach and chest.
"Your so beautiful." He told me leaving my stomach and positioning his face inches away from mine. I pulled him in kissing him hard, stroking his sides with my hands. I fumbled around with the top of his boxers and he wiggled around, indicating me to pull them down. I brought my hands back up to his shoulders, too nervous to remove his only item of clothing. Max the sap. With his knees positioned either side of my body, he sat up, levitating above my legs and put his thumbs inside his boxers. He looked at me, as though asking for permission to remove his underwear and I bit down on my lip. What was he going to do after he removed them?\
I took note of how delicious he looked. His hair falling across his face, the sexy pose he was doing sent my heart racing in my chest. He tugged down slightly with his thumbs, his gaze still upon me. He pulled his thumbs out of his boxers and reached for the zipper on my still wet jeans. It didn't take him long to pull them straight off and throw them on the floor with my shirt. He looked at me in just my underwear and smirked. He traced his index finger along my thigh and stuck his thumbs back into his boxers, tugging them down a little further than before. Something in me forced my hand forward and pressed my hand against his thigh. I felt so stupid and quickly tried to pull my hand away but Dylan grabbed hold of it and placed it back on his thigh. He held it in place giving it a little squeeze before he slowly moved it over onto his manhood. I felt myself blushing furiously and tried hard not to look. With Dylan's other hand, he brought my head up to look at him. He was incredibly beautiful. He carefully wrapped his hand around mine, pressing it against him and moved it up and down. I watched as he guided my hand and hid my face with my hair.
I felt him remove my hand from his boxers and when I turned to look back, he had pulled his boxers down with one hand and replaced my hand around his hard member. At that moment I wanted to run...or fly away as fast as I could and not look back. My heart was about to leap out of its chest as I felt his manhood throb in my hand. I was screaming at myself, 'Run get away! Fly!' but my body didn't work.
"Max?" He said which made me look up at him. I looked directly into his eyes and no where else. "Are you alright?" He asked letting go of my hand. I pulled it away and tucked it into my lap. I smiled up at him and nodded, worried that if I spoke now, my voice would crackle and break.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that," He began. I wanted desperately to tell him that I was fine with it, but I was just too nervous to react back.
"I'm sorry too. For being..." I started but he broke me off.
"Nervous?" He finished and I gave him a smile and nodded. I was comfortable being here with him like this, with hardly any clothes on, but anything else was pushing the boundaries. I wanted badly to not feel nervous or shy. I always dive straight in with any situation no matter what. Except this....
"Alright." He said and leaned down closer to me. He kissed me and the sudden dizziness feeling came rushing back. I felt at ease with him kissing me and held his head urging him not to stop. I was aware that his boxers were still half way down and his manhood was pressed against my leg.
"You know how much I love you, right?" Dylan said between kisses.
"Yeah I know." I replied and kissed him again.
"No, I mean, do you know how much?" He repeated and I frowned with confusion.
"I don't understand." I said stroking his face. He lifted himself off me and moved slightly to the right, looking down between our bodies. I looked also, hesitantly, and saw him positioning his hard friend with his hand to my centre between my legs. I let out a quiet gasp as I saw what he meant and as I saw him.
"You mean, you want to.." I began trying my hardest to hide a faint smile.
"That's how much I love you." He told me showing me his perfect teeth. Most of all, I wanted him too. I really did love him, but Fang would be completely devastated.
"If your worried about emo boy, then don't be. He left remember. I would never do that to you. He doesn't deserve a beautiful, strong willed and intelligent person like you" Dylan said and I fell in love with him all over again. He told me things that Fang had such a hard time saying. He wanted to be with me and the connection I felt between us was mesmerising. The connection between us just when we kiss is like magic. I wondered what it would feel like if we were truly connected. I wanted to know. I let Dylan play around with my underwear whilst he kissed me and didn't show any signs of hesitation when he tried to slide them down. He seemed more surprised than I did when I let him and he gave me a stunning half smile.
He positioned himself between me and gave me a few reassuring kisses on my neck and cheek. He reached down and held his hard member in his hand and gently applied pressure to my opening. I never put any real thought into it, but I guess I always pictured it would be Fang laying between me, taking away my innocence. The connection between Dylan and myself spiraled out of control over the next hour. It made me truly believe he was my perfect other-half as I could never experience a connection as strong as this with anyone else. Maybe not even Fang. Hearing the sounds escape Dylan's mouth was about as amazing as Fang saying I love you. It was totally sexy and for once, I was glad I didn't run away.