YAOI CHPATER! :D First off, I want to personally apologize for how much this sucks and is unrealistic for Fang's "First time" *snicker*. But I wrote it a REALLY long time ago and am too lazy to rewrite it, so you'll have to deal with this. If you feel like flaming me until my buns burn for hours (much like Fang's will *SPOILER*) just know that I already know it sucks.

Disclaimer: If I owned Maximum Ride then Fang would be a blushing uke.

ENJOY

Chapter 3: Goodnight

"God damn it," Fang said and grabbed Prince by the collar, pulling him down and kissing him. Prince immediately kissed back, one hand cupping Fang's cheek, the other sliding up and down Fang's spine, causing him to shudder. Fang's hands still firmly gripped Prince's collar. As the kiss became more and more hungry they began to sway and stagger until Fang was walking backwards, Prince following so not to break the kiss. Fang collided with the dresser corner before slamming up against the wall, grunting as the corner scraped his back.

The kiss became even more intense, Prince licking Fang's lips, causing him to shiver and moan from the moist sensation and to grind up against Prince, both of them hardening rather quickly.

Prince's hands began to search anxiously, grabbing at Fang's clothes, slipping under his shirt and wandering up his chest, Fang's hands reacting similarly, his hands sliding up Prince's back, feeling the glass-smooth scales and the soft feathers mixing with his soft skin. Fang liked the strange mix of the three, it was abnormal and the touch was soothing—to both of them.

Prince began to grind harder against Fang, stimulating that desiring sensation, but the height difference made it difficult. Prince's hands slid down Fang's back, squeezing his ass before gripping his thighs as he hoisted the younger bird kid up, Fang's legs immediately wrapping around Prince's waist, the shift in weight causing him to stagger back and collide with the desk, knocking the lamp over and the room went dark. Prince caught himself from falling over with the desk, sitting on the edge, still kissing Fang passionately, their tongues dancing in a rhythmic tango, the very act causing deep, throaty moans from both.

Prince leaned back on the desk; his hands sliding back up from Fang's thighs and up his sides as he pulled the younger bird kid's shirt off, about to return to the kiss when Fang very hastily started to yank at Prince's shirts, cussing to himself about why Prince had to wear two shirts. Prince chuckled at Fang's anxious speed and helped him get his shirts off. Fang's hands ran across Prince's chest as their lips met once again. Both their skin was on fire, but covered in a layer of cold sweat, both of them were very hard, their own pants becoming constricting.

Prince ran his hands through Fang's feathers—just because he wanted to pet him, just because he could—feeling how fine they were; how soft they were—how real they were. The feeling of having his feathers stroked was enough to make Fang fidget, rolling his shoulders, his head reclining. His hips were undulating to increase the ecstasy, and leaving his breath heavy, bliss wrecking his thoughts.

Prince massaged Fang's wings a moment longer, his velvet lips caressing the younger bird kid's neck, leaving wet hickeys in their trace, causing Fang to shudder and squirm from the tickling sensation, his hips still moving, teasing Prince's arousal, and nearly torturing Fang's own intense longing. Prince's hands slid back down to Fang's thighs, heaving him up higher as Prince stood again, staggering a moment and knocking the desk chair over as he drew Fang in for another kiss, his tongue exploring Fang's mouth, eliciting Fang's vociferous moaning. Prince bit lightly at Fang's lips, pulling back and then letting his tongue explore once more. With his tongue Fang could feel Prince's Black Mamba fangs, he could feel the way they tucked into the roof of his mouth, the tips hidden in pockets. It was a strange thing for Fang to feel.

Prince began to walk unsteadily, moving blindly until finding his way to the edge of the bed where he carefully laid Fang down, avoiding dropping him. Fang wouldn't let him go though, his legs still tightly wrapped around his waist, his arms slung around his neck, not quite ready to break the kiss, no matter how much he writhed.

Prince took the opportunity to start unbuttoning Fang's pants, the younger bird kid bucking towards Prince's hands. Disengaging himself from Fang's grasp and in one fluid motion Prince slipped Fang's pants and boxers down, revealing his stiff member. The sudden chill made Fang shiver. Prince leaned forward on his elbows so not to crush Fang, kissing him passionately, his lips trailing away from Fang's, along his jaw line and around his collarbone, tracking a moist path across Fang's chest, stopping to lick around his nipples, biting ever so slightly, enough to make Fang cringe and release a sharp whimper. Prince loved that sound.

After a teasing moment his mouth began to travel lower and lower, and the lower he got the more Fang squirmed until Prince's chin brushed the base of Fang's hard cock, the sudden light touch causing Fang to stiffen. Prince paused a moment, his hands massaging up and down Fang's thighs, coaxing the younger bird kid into relaxing as his lips caressed down his shaft, his tongue gliding across. Tip to base, base to tip.

"God damn it…" Fang huffed "quit fucking teasing me and fuck me already." Prince chuckled, his hands still massaging up and down Fang's thighs, "Mmm… you're awfully impatient," he noted aloud, his lips encircling the tip of Fang's stiff cock, slowly sliding down, Fang inhaling just as he did so, his body relaxing more, his hips rising as Prince's lips slipped all the way down to the base, his tongue sliding around adventurously.

Fang kept as relaxed as he could but he wanted to squirm as that tantalizing sensation swelled inside him, Prince building friction, but going slow enough for it to be torturous, he would suck and slide up and down, then stop to let his tongue play and explore, teasing and toying, letting pressure build then quickly fall, enticing Fang.

Of course, Prince could only do this for so long, his hard member completely constricted by his jeans, waiting impatiently. Prince pulled away with a loud wet pop, seeing Fang's hands balled up in the blankets, pulling them from the edges of the bed. As Prince began to undo his own pants he began to lick up Fang's body from the tip of his cock and up his torso, giggling like an excited child. By the time he had reached Fang's chest he'd already gotten his pants down, his hands wandering across Fang's legs as he pulled them apart, sucking on the younger bird kid's chest, leaving wet hickeys everywhere. Prince paused and Fang huffed impatiently, "Wh-why are you stopping?" Fang asked; his voice small. "I, uh…" Prince chuckled "I don't have any lube…"

Fang whined, "Fuck it—improvise!" he said and Prince smiled, slipping his fingers into Fang's mouth, immersing them in his saliva. "You taste like strawberries," Fang noted, not yet letting Prince have his fingers back, Prince gritting his teeth as he pulled them out of Fang's mouth, who was still tasting curiously, "And kiwi?" he asked and Prince rolled his eyes as he spread Fang's legs wider. Prince inserted a moist finger and Fang's eyes widened and his mouth hung open in an empty cry. Fang bit his lip a moment, clenching his eyes tight as Prince slipped another finger, gently stretching him, gently working his fingers, gradually adding more.

"Ahh… ah…" Fang whimpered in pain, small tears forming in the corner of his eyes. Prince grinned sadistically, leaning down and sucking on his earlobe as he pushed his fingers in farther, curling them just right, pressing on his prostate. Fang's eyes snapped open and he released a sharp moan. "Holy…!" Fang cut off as Prince pounded his fingers in again. Fang cringed in pain and pleasure, creating a mix of different noises; moans, groans, cries.

After a moment Prince slipped his fingers out and Fang cringed again, a look of irritation crossing his face from the sudden empty feeling. "God… damn it…" Fang huffed and Prince chuckled lightly, "New to this are we?" he asked and propped Fang's legs up on his shoulders and leaning in carefully, running his still wet fingers around his cock as he slipped into Fang slowly. Fang's arms were thrown over Prince's neck, his fingers balling up into Prince's hair as he moaned out.

Steadily, Prince slipped farther in and slowly back, going further and further the more he did so. Fang, feeling genuine pain and pleasure, cried out, throwing a hand over his mouth as he strained to hush himself. Prince then hit Fang's prostate again and Fang released a sharp moan that made Prince grin widely, he pumped in hard, the saliva making for a weak lubricant, Fang's grip on Prince's hair tighten as he moaned again. Prince picked up speed, but still trying to keep it slow and torturous for them both.

Fang bit his lip as he felt a pleasurable sensation swell inside him, moaning and grunting anxiously, his face bright red, his body dripping with hot sweat. "Prince…" he said with eyes clenched shut. Prince was huffing heavily, still trying to control the pace. His bangs hung down over his face and Fang pushed them back to see his two completely different eyes. Fang's expression was a hot contorted mix of pain, need, and pleasure. "P-Prince…" Fang purred hotly and just about then Prince couldn't handle it anymore and picked up pace rapidly, pushing in and out hard.

Fang moaned louder and in short bursts as his hands dropped back to the bed and gripped the blankets, his back arching with each thrust, his wings fluttering, and his head reclining back as his mouth hung open in an empty moan as he felt something fill inside him and quickly reached an explosive orgasm, coming all over his stomach, and not a second after Prince made a low cry as he shuddered, filling Fang with his own cum. He tried going longer but exhaustion and sensitivity hit him quickly. The two huffed heavily, Prince shuddering again as he pulled out, the rough sensation making Fang cringe, and Prince dropped onto the bed next to Fang.

The two laid there quietly, breathing hard, their bodies slick with sweat and other assorted fluids. After a long while of silence Prince noticed that Fang had fallen asleep, his breathing normal but his face still red. Prince smiled and moving closer, putting his arms over him and curling up around him, his large white wing wrapping around the two of them. Prince was asleep in moments.

Sora: *Drool* That. Was. AMAZING! :D

Hiroko: 8D REALLY?

Sora: No.

Hiroko: -_-* I really hate you.

Sora: You say really a lot.

Hiroko: Really?

Sora: Really really! :D

Hiroko: *headdesk* What the hell are we doing?

Sora: Trying to give the readers some form of entertainment after that trainwreck you just wrote.

Hiroko: You're cruel.

Sora: 8D YEP! FLAME HER BUNS RED, GUYS!