Fang's POV
It had begun raining, so I made my way back to the house. I figured that if I went through the front door, Max would be all pissed about how I didn't tell her I was leaving. My window is almost always locked, and chances are it was tonight also. So I figured I'd go through Iggy's window. As soon as I took a step through, I saw Iggy in fighting position. That was Iggy, prepared when needed.
"Ig, it's only me. I just came back from our special place."
He relaxed and sat on his bed criss-crossing his legs. I went to sit next to him.
"Fang, can we go to your room? Gazzy's sleeping, and I didn't wanna wake him up," Iggy said.
"Sure."
We walked down the hall to my room, which was always locked. I got the key down from the doorframe and let us in. He sat on the floor as I stripped out of my wet clothes and haphazardly tossed them anywhere. For a minute I paused. Iggy was nothing short of sexy. His pale body was sculpted perfectly; tall and lean, he had the face of an angel, and he was all mine. Just thinking about it made my boxers tight. I decided to try something.
I kneeled down so that we were at eyelevel. Slowly, I brought my face toward his, and let my lips touch his. This took him by surprise for the next couple seconds, but soon he knew what to do. I began trailing my fingers down his side and played with the elastic of his sweatpants. His hands ran down my chest.
I took this opportunity to push him down gently so that I could be on top. I kissed his mouth once more, and this time, I bit his lip. I hadn't meant to, but when I did it drew blood. Iggy winced as I ran my tongue over the red, copper tasting liquid. He entwined his fingers in my hair as I left a trail of kisses down his bare stomach. That was when I noticed he was a bit "excited" himself.
Slowly I undid the tie on his sweatpants and began pulling them down. In the next hour whimpers, moans, and groans of pleasure escaped our lips. I had scratches on my shoulders from Iggy, who was now sleeping in my arms. His chest rose and fell in time with his heartbeat. He looked so calm and serene. I wish that I could be that way. I wish I didn't have to go to the comfort of a razor every time something was amiss. I pulled the blankets up so Iggy wouldn't get cold; he was already starting to shiver.
The rain had stopped last night, because sun spilled into my room. Iggy was already awake, staring blankly at the wall.
"Morning Fang," he turned to me, a smile on his face.
"Last night was amazing…I just wanted you to know that."
Iggy was right. Last night was amazing, but for some reason what we did made me feel farther apart from him, not closer. I wonder if he felt the same way. Maybe what I was feeling wasn't really distance; maybe I was just paranoid. But maybe I wasn't. Maybe I wasn't ready to make that next step the way we did.
Either way, something was wrong.
Iggy's POV
Last night was breath taking. There was pleasure, so much pleasure. But then I felt pain, burning searing pain. Fang stroked my cheek and told me it would soon be over, and more pleasure would replace my pain. I believed him, and it was true. His sweet tasting lips touched mine. Then he whispered, "I love you," but somehow those words meant less now.
Slowly, I drifted into sleep while lying in his arms.
I dreamed that Max and the flock accepted us. We were like we used to be. Everyone got along and Max didn't care that Fang and I were going out. You have no idea how much I wish that were true.
I woke up to darkness, like usual, but I heard birds chirping so I guessed it must be nice out. I heard and felt Fang moving, he'd just woken up.
"Morning Fang. Last night was amazing…I just wanted you to know that."
At first I'd been skeptical, but then I decided to jump head first. Best decision of my life