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Max

I peered up at him, at his beautiful face, at his mesmerizing eyes, at everything I had missed in the past month. It looked bruised and cut at the moment, but nothing could ever make Fang look like anything less than a movie star. Or maybe something could, but I missed him too much to think about it.

"Hey, sorry I'm late." I spoke, my voice hardly audible to myself. I could hear was his breath, the slight ruffle of his clothes as he stood there, his skin rubbing against itself as his hands balled into fists and then stretched back out. He stared down at me, his obsidian orbs swirling with every emotion I had felt as I left him, plus some.

"Max!" God, his voice. I just wanted to listen to it for the rest of my life. I wanted him to talk my ear off with that deep rumble he possessed.

"Fang, I-" He shoved me against the wall roughly, and slammed his lips against mine in a hungry kiss I couldn't help but to return. This was what I had missed the past thirty-five days and I wasn't going to miss it anymore, My arms flung themselves around his neck, my hands entangling in his damp hair, my body pressing against his as our tongues fought for dominance.

This moment was everything I needed, everything I wanted. The rush of blood pumping through my veins as Fang drove me wild was something I'd been craving ever since I was gone, but I couldn't let us keep making out in a hallway without giving him something.

"Fang-"

"Shut up." He growled, placing hot kisses down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to cause an animalistic whimper to fall out of my throat.

"But we-"

"Shut. Up." He snarled, his lips crashing against mine once more. This time I listened, letting him pick me up and slam me harder against the wall as my legs wrapped around his waist. I don't remember him ever being this rough with me but I couldn't lie and say I didn't like it.

"Your room." I mumbled in between fiery kisses.

"Not an option right now." He grumbled, his hands touching every piece of exposed skin he could find, and when he'd run his fingers over my arms, my legs, my neck, he pushed my shirt up, finding more skin to feel.

"Fang, we're in a hallway." I persisted, glancing around. Not that it wouldn't be a fun experience, but I was still Maximum Ride even with my meager disguise. And what Fang wanted to do was considered public indecency in quite a few countries.

He rolled his eyes, dropping me without any warning, and I stumbled to keep myself from falling flat on my face as he marched over to a room and wrapped his knuckles against the door. A tired Lupo answered, adorned in one of Iggy's tee shirts and what could have easily been nothing else.

"What do you want-" Fang yanked her out of her own room, grabbing my wrist and dragging me in.

"Fang? Is that yo- whoa! Chill!" Iggy exclaimed as Fang practically flung the poor blind guy out of his own room, slamming the door shut before turning to me.

"Better?" He asked, raising an eyebrow as sarcasm dripped through his tone.

"Much." I nodded once and he tackled me onto the bed, kissing me as if the world was going to end tomorrow and it was his last chance. I gave him everything I could in that kiss, shoving away my exhaustion, my fears, my questions, my explanations. This was it. Our moment. Our little blip in space and time that we could call our own. Years from now it wouldn't matter but right now it did.

"God, I missed you," Fang gasped, yanking his shirt off in the blink of an eye. I would have been right behind him had I not noticed the abundance of bandages hiding his olive skin.

"Whoa, what ha-" He kissed me once more, cutting me off, but this wasn't something I could push aside. I shoved Fang back, watching as his dark eyes thundered, as he tried to glare but couldn't quite bring himself to do it.

"Fang, what happened?" I asked again, my fingers delicately trailing over the blood seeping through a bandage around his abdomen.

"Nothing important. Lay back down." Fang demanded, but I only shook my head at him.

"Tell me, Fang. Who did this to you?" We gazed at each other, our eyes locked on one another's as we attempted to decode every mystery the other held. It couldn't be done. It was impossible. There were too many secrets, too many problems. The moment I thought I had found one solution another million issues rose and submerged in a foggy haze. My tears.

"Me." He mumbled, looking away quickly. I wouldn't cry. I knew I wouldn't. But I also knew I needed to.

"What do you mean?" I questioned, my voice keeping itself gentle despite the slow panic that was threatening to drag me down.

"I did this to myself." Fang hated pity about as much as I did but as he stared at the door and forced me to look at the back of his head, I couldn't help but feel it. My amazing husband had gone and hurt himself, and I had a funny feeling the reason was me,

"Oh God, Fang," I choked out, gasping for breath. It was hitting me like a ton of bricks, One after the other instead of all at once. That way the blow got worse, crescendoed into agony. "Oh my God, I'm gonna be sick." I gasped, my knuckles clutching onto the sheets as I struggled to keep myself from vomiting. A ton of bricks felt like ten tons when they were piling on, slowly but surely.

"Max, Babe, it's okay now. Calm down." Fang spoke quickly, although I couldn't focus on him. He was rubbing my shoulders, rubbing my arms, holding my hands, kissing away the tears I didn't know had fallen.

"I'm so sorry. I am. I'm really sorry. I swear it, please Fang, please forgive me. I- I can't live with myself if-"

"Sh. I forgive you. I shouldn't, but I'm too crazy to follow any sane advice." My husband spoke, pulling me into his lap and rocking me gently. I almost laughed at the situation. I had left him for over a month without even a card and he was comforting me. It was ironic, it was horrible. It made me want to hurt myself the way he had hurt himself.

"Why did you do it?" I mumbled, tracing where the skin met the cloth on his chest.

"Max, I blacked out. I didn't know I was doing this to myself until I woke up in a puddle of my own blood. I was just… I was so angry. I wanted to hurt myself. Have you ever felt like that?" Quiet drifted through the room as I laid down, pulling Fang next to me so I could cuddle into him.

Cuddle. A year ago- or was it two?- I would have never even considered cuddling, but now I had Fang. I had this brilliant, amazing, intelligent person who loved me despite everything I did wrong. True family.

Fang wasn't just my lover, I realized, he was family. It was strange to wrap my head around, but it was true in that moment. He took care of me, he made all the nightmares go away, he held my hand when I needed it and he smothered me when I just wished he would go away. Like Ari- only a different kind of love. The kind that doubled and could be flipped into two different meanings, but it all ultimately meant one thing.

"Before I met you all I wanted to do was feel the pain I thought I deserved. After I met you I wanted to feel it only ten times worse." I admitted, pressing my lips against his collarbone. "I don't deserve someone like you."

Fang only shook his head. "At the end of the day I'm a freak just like you, Max."

I sighed deeply, thinking about my secret, about the dark conversation that was cutting into our time together. Ari had told me Fang would kill himself. Maybe a fight was what we needed. But at the same time I couldn't allow that to happen. I wanted to be happy, and I wanted Fang to be happy, and for once in my life I was going to allow myself the right to feel happiness based on my own accord.

"So how much pain are you in?" I asked quietly.

"Everything's sore." Fang admitted, and I nudged him onto his back, straddling his waist and leaning down to press my lips against his in a soft kiss that grew hungrier by the second, just like a flame erupting into a forest fire.

Just for now I'd avoid it all. Just for a few seconds in the grand scheme of things. It wasn't okay, we weren't okay. Maybe we'd never be okay again. But we were together, and even as the conversation we needed to have was shoved off for another time, him and I, us, was all that mattered.

"How about now?" I pondered. He smirked.

"Much better."

Oh the feelings, how they hurt us so. But Fax is back in action so yay! Oh, and three more chapters left including the epilogue. I don't know if I was including it before but just in case I wasn't and you thought there were only 2 chapters left, there's 3. And if we already knew this, oops. Me and math are currently in a disagreement.

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