ANOTHER YAOI CHAPTER! Aren't I awesome? You don't need to answer that, I already know! :D Anyway, I figured Fang's second night there shouldn't be bland, that would just be disappointing! SO we get some wild yaoi. And I still think my yaoi sucks, so if you want to flame me so hard I burn hotter than the sun, knock your silly selves out!

Disclaimer: If I own Maximum Ride there would be a magical pony-monkey-monster that stalks the Flock on their adventures.

ENJOY!

Chapter 8: Another Goodnight

Night fell fast and the trio had spent the rest of their hours resting their tired bodies and drinking away the pain. Ace had completely passed out, curled up on the couch, clutching three empty bottles of wine in her arms as if they were teddy bears. Fang and Prince were still up; sitting against each other in the darkness, the only light in the room was the absurd cartoon on the television screen.

"I agree with Ace," Prince whispered suddenly and Fang raised an eyebrow, "you are adorable," he smiled and Fang scowled, "What the hell was up with that, in front of Ace?"

"She wouldn't think anything of it, and why are you so paranoid of her?"

"B-because…" Fang said, folding his arms, "nobody needs to know…"

"Know what?" Prince asked and Fang felt like the apparent sadist was doing this on purpose. He swallowed hard and Prince slipped an arm around him. "Heh, I guess I shouldn't have expected so much after a single day,"

"Expected? What were you expecting?"

"I just thought you'd get comfortable a little faster is all, but I should know better than to expect too much from virgins," he grinned and Fang flushed red. "I—I'm not a—"

"I know, I kind of fixed that, didn't I?" the sly grin Prince wore made Fang want smack him, but he knew the sound of flesh on flesh would wake Ace who was curled up next to him, muttering something about zombie ballerinas in her sleep.

"You're kind of a bastard, you know that?" Fang asked and Prince leaned down and kissed his neck exactly where he had earlier that day (granted, it might have been way past midnight at this point) and Fang tensed, "So I've been told." Fang could feel Prince grinning against his neck as it was gingerly kissed, Fang melted into the touch. After a moment of taking in that wet kiss Prince spoke again, "We should play like we did last night, right here, right now," he grinned again.

Fang pushed him away lightly, staring up into the dark and rather seductive eyes. "But Ace is sleeping right next to us!" he whispered cautiously but Prince still just grinned that crooked grin of his. "She wouldn't be bothered, she can sleep peacefully through a hurricane," he said, leaning down and sucking on Fang's neck again. Fang highly doubted that statement, he's been in a hurricane, and not even a dead man could sleep through that train wreck!

"Prince, no," Fang said firmly, "we're not doing this here or now." Fang pushed against Prince's sturdy chest, unable to move the larger with his light shoves. "C'mon…" Prince cooed into his ear, breathing heavily and making Fang shiver, "Ace won't be disturbed; we'll just keep it down…"

"Prince," Fang set his jaw. Like hell he'd deal with this shit! But unbeknownst to the younger boy, Prince had plans, plans that he shall carry out to the very end. "You better start being quiet," he whispered and bit into Fang's collarbone with fine white teeth. Fang gasped at the small pierces of pain that pricked and stung in his collarbone, biting down on his lip as he resisted the powerful urge to cry out in pain as he felt the blood begin to draw. Prince pulled away after lavishing the wound with his saliva, spreading the hot fluid around with his tongue.

Fang released the hard grip on his lip and glared at Prince who had successfully climbed on top of him, straddling his smaller hips. "You ass," Fang seethed, trying to be as quiet as he could. Ace shifted slightly and muttered something like, "chained to a unicorn... monkey… monster..."

"Hai, hai I am," Prince agreed, a strange Japanese accent sliding into his American one. Prince's hips rolled against Fang's, causing a great sensation to ping in Fang's crotch. "You'll tear my wound open," Fang warned. No, he wasn't feeling intense pain in his bullet wound, but it might have been a good enough excuse.

"I'll go slow and soft then," Prince said so low and quiet Fang almost didn't catch it through the sound of the cartoons on the television, which were much louder than they were. Prince did roll much gentler, suddenly giving Fang a tortured feeling. Prince's rolls were light enough to get a feeling, but hardly heavy enough to get anything amazing out of it. Fang found his hips rising towards Prince but he quickly reminded himself that Ace was still curled up not two feet away from him and dropped his hips back down.

Prince pouted hotly, "C'mon, don't back out as soon as you start to join in," he said, pushing down on Fang a little harder, making Fang actually grunt. "See? You like this…" he purred, forcing down hard again. Fang could deny the growing hard-on with all the passion in his heart and the logic in his mind, but it still wouldn't change the fact that it was there. Fang felt a familiar heat of embarrassment in his cheeks that he just wished would go away.

Prince had a rather satisfied smile pulling at the corner of his lips as he watch Fang's expression changed into what Ace had deemed his "cute bitch face." With every surging movement he went down harder and harder, making Fang choke back tortured moans and the springs in the couch grind under the fluctuating weight.

"Ngh…" Fang whined just a little louder, his hips bucking upwards as a twisted feeling enveloped his lower region, starting in his stomach and swirling down into his thighs, burning and winding in cruel torment. "Ngh…!" Fang got louder and Prince froze when Ace suddenly stirred.

Her body rose up inches off the couch as she leaned up on her elbows, her eyes lazily shut as she yawned and turned her body, burying her face into the cushion and her form going limp once more with a small huff.

Fang released a shaky breath as the terror of being caught flew away from him, and as soon as he knew she'd stay there he glared up at Prince again, "That's it, that's enough—g'eh!"

Fang was cut off as Prince forced himself down again. "You're rather tetchy tonight, aren't you?" Prince asked and Fang raised an eyebrow, "I'm what?" he asked, never hearing the word "tetchy" before and clueless to its meaning. Prince rammed down again, practically shaking the couch and making Fang choke on a moan, "Crabby," Prince improvised and Fang glared, "I'm much more sober than I was last night," he pointed out. He had bit his lip so much the tired muscle had become lightly red and swollen, giving him the look of fuller lips.

Prince leaned down and caught said lips, tasting them with much love and care, lightly licking and massaging the swollen lip with his rather skilled tongue, the sensation creating blissful moans to escape Fang despite his persistent fighting.

Fang couldn't stop his tired lips from parting and Prince took no time in invading his mouth. He slipped his tongue in and slid it right over Fang's, coiling around it and licking his teeth. Fang's eyes rolled back and he melted into the couch, forcing himself to stay as quiet as possible but finding himself constantly distracted.

Prince grinded hard—really hard—and Fang wasn't able to think twice before a small burst of pleasure hit him and he released a sharp (and weirdly surprised) moan that vibrated in his teeth. "Shhh," Prince cooed as he pulled away, grinding just as hard and with a pleased grin and a grunt. Fang slapped a hand over his mouth to keep himself quiet. This was so… torturous! Not being able to feel flesh or release, just the constant kneading of Prince against him. He could feel the massive hard-on constricted in Prince's jeans rubbing against his own. He writhed in the agony of it, biting into his palm.

Prince saw the tortured and discomforted look Fang had and victory was clear on his face. "Can I strip you now?" he asked in a tone that screamed superiority. Fang—through furrowed brows and pursed lips—glanced at Ace's sleeping form and sighed heavily. "Fine…" he moped and Prince grinned excitedly and gave Fang a gentle kiss, loving on his sad little pout.

Prince began pulling up the shirt he had given Fang to borrow, revealing his gauzed covered wound which his fingers dance gingerly across before meeting his chest. Fang shivered at the sudden chill, wondering why the hell it was so cold the condo! Prince wriggled down to kiss and nip at his chest and to undo his pants, getting a little flustered as he fumbled with the stubborn belt. As soon as Fang's pants were down Fang could see an odd expression of anxiousness cross Prince's face.

Prince leaned forward to kiss Fang's stiff and pleading cock, but doing nothing more, knowing the boy can't take anymore teasing. Prince stood and began unzipping his pants. "A-are we going to… do it… dry again?" Fang whispered nervously and Prince chuckled, "I actually got something while we were out today to ease your worry," he said, "Wait here,"

"Wha—?" but Prince was already gone, dropping his pants as he vanished, leaving Fang naked and in need on the couch with Ace sleeping beside him. Fang sighed, his cock throbbing angrily, leaving him writhing at the lack of everything. His hand slipped around the base of his cock, stroking around it gently, his thumb rubbing farther upwards. Fang released a low hiss as he began to feel the returning pleasure Prince had abandoned too suddenly. "Fuck me," he sighed grumpily. Prince was such an ass…

"I can't if you're doing it yourself," Prince spoke, coming up from behind him. Fang jumped, releasing himself as Prince came around. He was butt-ass-naked, his pale skin glowing in the light of the television that Fang had nearly forgotten. He could see everything clearly, not like last night where they were too close and too… busy for him to admire Prince's form.

Ace was right, he really did have feminine hips, and he had long, lean and muscular legs, well-muscled arms, and where his wings and his scales met at his spine looked… artistically placed, patches of snowy white feathers and black, glossy scales mingling and fighting for dominance of his spine; and that ass… Fang swallowed hard, disbelieving just how much he was enjoying the sight of that round, tight ass.

Fang was ripped out of his "admiring" when he heard the wet sound of something squirting out. He looked up, seeing Prince with a small tube, squeezing clear gel into his hand. "Is that lube?" Fang whispered, just a bit too happy. Prince giggled (giggled!) excitedly, spreading the gel over his even more excited member. Fang visually relaxed. Thank god… he sighed in his mind. This might just be a little gentler than last night.

Fang looked ready before Prince could even prepare him, and the expression the younger boy wore was… enticing, making Prince lick his lips hungrily. Prince started to gently stretch the younger boy with one hand, the other one grabbing his throbbing cock to distract him from any discomfort. Fang made an odd movement, wanting to buck into the firm hand that grabbed him, but not wanting to cause Prince's slowly increasing fingers to jam into him so harshly. Sadly, Prince could give a shit anyway.

Prince pumped Fang hard a few times, and as soon as the boy released a pleasured gasped he did in fact jam his lubed fingers in, adding more as he did so, abruptly changing Fang's gasp to that of surprise and pain. Prince still grinned though. Sadistic bastard…

"C-careful!" Fang hissed, resisting the urge to cover his mouth and glanced at Ace cautiously. Prince chuckled, "You don't like it rough?" he asked with a strange amount of innocence, his inserted fingers wandering. Fang scowled, speaking through gritted teeth, "No, I don't like it rou—ah!" Prince had a wonderful way of finding his prostate too damn fast. Fang might have been annoyed with being interrupted if it hadn't felt so good.

"What's that?" Prince purred, brushing the cluster of nerves again, making Fang wince with pleasure, biting down on his swollen lip to avoid a cry. Don't wake Ace… the younger birdkid reminded himself as Prince lined himself up. He swore up and down that if that perky redhead woke, he'd kill Prince. Fang just can't… handle that kind of embarrassment.

Fang was pulled out of his bumbling thoughts as Prince's huge dick slipped in with a wet slurp. Fang inhaled at the return of that full sensation, all ability to get distracted gone in a single thrust (how he can get distracted in the first place is beyond him…). "Haa…" Fang moaned lightly as he adjusted himself, Prince taking the underside of his thighs in his palms and pulling the boy's legs up and apart more, pulling out carefully before slipping right back in, going further this time.

Fang's hands instinctively grabbed Prince's shoulders, his smooth nails digging into Prince's shoulder blades as he pushed in farther, until his hips were flush with Fang's backside. The sadistic bastard leaned well over Fang as the younger boy clung to his neck for comfort, getting a good whiff of that mess of raven hair that smelled like strawberry and kiwi. Why the hell did he always smell like strawberry and kiwi?

It took Fang a moment to realize Prince was waiting on him to give the "Go ahead." Fang felt a small ping of power as he realized this. Prince actually wanted his say? Fang gave a tight nod and Prince smiled softly, gently beginning to rock his hips. Fang really could not help but hear the loud slurp of the lube every time they shifted and more paranoia rose as he stared over at Ace who slept happily.

She's going to hear them and wake—"Ngh…!" Fang bit down on his poor abused lip as Prince's delicate movements started a fire in his abdomen. "Shh…" Prince purred, strengthening the force of his thrusts by minor bits. "G'eh… mm—ngh…!" were the results of Fang muffling his moans as Prince slid around, the sensation of having something in his ass still an odd one.

Prince angled himself and struck Fang's prostate with skilled precision, his ability to find that nerve cluster on the first try nearly every time still amazed Fang (as much as he can really feel "amazed" right now). "G'ah—!" Fang took a hand away from Prince's shoulders to slap it over his mouth, giving him something new to bite down on either than his lip. Prince chuckled and urged him to hush again as he slid out and slammed into Fang's prostate, the younger boy writhing in ecstasy, his mouth hanging open in a silent moan as his eyes rolled back in pleasure.

Prince grinned like the smarmy ass he was, pounding into the boy whose hips rolled into him, both hands gripping his shoulders again for an anchor. Fang could feel the twisting heat in his body, making him break out into a cold sweat heated by Prince's breath that got heavier and shakier with each thrust.

Fang's mind reeled as pleasure burned into him, putting as much concentration as he could into being quiet, finding it difficult to keep in his mind that Ace was still right next to him. But Fang nearly lost is as one of Prince's muscled hands took hold of his cock and pumped him hard. Suddenly that burn within Fang burst into a nuclear explosion, causing his back to arch and his head to throw back, his eyes clenching tightly shut as he tried to keep himself from crying out in utter bliss as he ejaculated all over his torso.

Prince clutched his cock as he pounded into him at a frantic pace, releasing a sharp but quiet breath as Fang felt the sudden fill of his cum within him, the sensation of being so full making him wince with more pleasure. Prince slumped over, finally tired out.

Prince released a heavy breath as he calmed himself, kissing at Fang's red cheeks with a gentle smile, he chuckled rather cutely. "What?" Fang whispered, looking tired but content. "You're all sticky," Prince noted childishly as his fingers danced through Fang's sweat and cum-covered chest, "Yeah, that happens," Fang rolled his eyes, cracking a grin. "C'mon then," Prince said, finally pulling out, "Let's take a shower before bed."

Fang winced as he pulled out, sitting up carefully as Prince stood, "Uh, okay…" Fang was about to stand himself but then Prince swept him up in his arms, Fang trying to conceal the surprised yelp as he did so, and Prince fled to the bathroom.

Sora: Aw! How cute!

Hiroko: I'm not falling for you false compliments this time, Sora!

Sora: But I'm telling the truth!

Hiroko: No you're not! You're just trying to lead me into another trap! I know you Sora! I know you!

Sora: I KNOW YOU MORE THAN YOU KNOW YOURSELF!

Hiroko: *Scoffs* You don't know me! I'm a Cabbage Patch Kid! I'M ALL UP IN THIS PANCAKE MIX!

Sora: Oh, my Satan, what does that even mean?

Hiroko: I DON'T KNOW BUT I SEE A MULTI-PURPLE PACK OF PACHYDERMS! O.O

Sora: Oh shoot... Hiro-sama is on pain medication, looks like I'm in charge again! :D R&R!