Chapter 2

I Wanna Know More About You

Iggy groaned and rubbed his eyes, wiping the sleep out of them. He pulled his comforter over his face, trying to shield out the sunlight, only to have the covers yanked away from him. "What the hell?" he mumbled, feeling the warm body next to him, momentarily forgetting that Fang had spent the night. He grabbed his glasses from his bedside table and slid them on his face. He looked over to his left and saw Fang sitting up and rubbing the sleep out of his eyes.

"G'morning," he yawned, giving a small wave to Iggy and laid back down, his back facing Iggy.

Thoughts raced through Iggy's head, leaving him wondering if they did anything dirty. He looked over to Fang, noticing that the boy was shirtless. The sun left beautiful shadows on Fang's back, accentuating the muscles. His breathing was even as he slept, light snores escaping him.

Iggy glanced over to the clock and noticed that it read 11:43. "Fang?" he whispered, leaning over and brushing the hair out of the boy's face. "It's almost twelve," he murmured.

Fang grumbled something and furrowed his eyebrows, clearly wanting to sleep some more. "I'll get up la...ter," he groaned.

The strawberry blond smiled playfully and started pulling the covers off of Fang, leaving him in his pair of blue pajama pants. "I'll tickle you," he whispered menacingly in Fang's ear, causing the other boy to giggle nervously and roll over. "Please don't," he murmured.

"Then get up. I'll make waffles."

"Can you find me a shirt?" Fang asked nervously, sitting up and quickly covering his chest with his arms.

Iggy raised an eyebrow. "Why? You don't need one, do you?" he asked, getting off of Fang and walking over to his closet anyway.

The raven boy got up and walked over to the other male, looking in his closet with him. Iggy snuck a look down at Fang's chest, since it was now uncovered. A few inches under his nipples were two, horizontal scars that curved down slightly in the middle. He quickly looked back into the closet, trying to figure out what exactly the two scars were about.

"Oh, how about this," Fang asked, pulling out a My Chemical Romance shirt.

"Sure. Take whichever shirt you want."

Fang smiled gratefully and slipped the shirt over his head, quickly covering his scars. "So… Waffles?"

"Fang?" Iggy called the boy's name, trying to figure out how to approach him about the scars on his chest.

Fang looked over at him, his mouth stuffed with waffles. "Wafs spup?" Iggy smiled and leaned over towards Fang. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Yeah," he replied after he swallowed. "Did I do something wrong?" he asked quickly, tensing up.

Iggy shook his head. "No, of course not. I just wanted to ask why you wanted a shirt this morning. That's all."

Fang looked down at his lap, his face heating up. "I…. dunno. I just don't like to talk about it."

The other boy nodded and rubbed Fang's back reassuringly. "That's okay, and I'm always here for you if you need me."

Fang looked back up at Iggy and nodded, a shy smile adorning his face. He forced himself to breathe and calm down. "Would you flip out if I told you?"

"I think that depends on what it is. But I won't laugh at you, especially if it's really personal," he replied, looking into Fang's dark brown eyes.

"Jesus Christ this is hard," Fang whispered to himself, and resisted the unbelievably strong urge to run away, screaming. He sighed, and whispered, "I'm transgender…"

He let the word hang in the air between them for a moment, refusing to look at Iggy before saying, "I can like, leave if you want."

Iggy raised an eyebrow. "Are you kidding?" he asked incredulously. "Why would I want you to leave?

"Because I'm going to Hell? Because I have no soul? Because I don't believe in God? Because I'm nothing but a big ball of sin?" he asked, tears quickly clouding his vision.

"No," Iggy said, picking the boy up and placing him in his lap. "I'd never kick you out, and I don't think you're going to Hell. And if you ask me, you're nothing but a big ball of cute."

"So you don't hate me?" Fang asked meekly, sniffling.

"I don't hate you. You're a wonderful person, and your hair is awesome. Plus, you have a nice smile."

In the midst of him consoling Fang, his little sister, Angel had dragged herself downstairs and plopped on the couch next to Iggy.

"Morning, Angel," he said and patted her on the head quickly so that he was able to support Fang's back. "There are fresh waffles in the toaster oven, and I put syrup in the fridge."

Angel smiled and kissed Iggy on the cheek, making her stuffed bear do the same, and walked into the kitchen. "Thanks, Ig!" she called from the kitchen.

"Uh-huh! Make sure you leave enough for Gasser!"

"No promises," she giggled.

Fang yawned and smiled at how close Iggy and his little sister were.

"So, Fangarang, do you have any siblings?" Iggy asked, looking back at the dark haired boy in his lap.

Fang shook his head. "Nope. Only child."

Iggy nodded and combed his fingers gently through Fang's hair. "Lucky," he smiled.

"How am I lucky? I was a pretty lonely kid. Especially because….well, you know, because I didn't exactly…fit in with the other kids."

"That's understandable. But I'm here now, and now you'll never be alone," he said with a smile before furrowing his brow, "Actually, that came off as really stalker-ish, didn't it?" he asked with a laugh.

Fang smiled and nodded, laughing quietly with Iggy. "Hey, don't you have a little brother?" he asked, "Where is he?"

"Probably sleeping. Or playing on the Xbox upstairs. Either way, he's doing something unproductive," he replied. "Anyway, when do your parents want you back?"

Fang shifted uncomfortably in Iggy's lap. "I….uhh….they kinda….kicked me out…after I told them….I was transgender," he murmured quietly, looking away.

"Do you have somewhere to live? Do you need food? What about money? Does someone live with you?" Iggy bombarded him with questions, and Fang continuously tried to stop him so that he could answer.

"Iggy! Shut! Up!" he commanded, sitting up and moving so that he was straddling the strawberry blond beneath him. "Yes, I have somewhere to live, no I don't need food, my neighbor has money and he pays for a lot of my stuff, and no, but I'll be fine," he replied, and absentmindedly reached a hand up and started tracing Iggy's facial features, removing the boy's glasses.

Blood quickly rushed to his face, covering it in a bright red blush. "Uhh, Fang?"

"Yeah?"

"Whatcha, um, doin?"

"Playing with your face. It's soft and pretty."

"Are you high?" Iggy asked, raising an eyebrow. He remembered how he had violently jerked away from Ms. Dwyer after she accidentally bumped into him.

"No? Why?" Fang asked, letting his hands rest on Iggy's shoulders gently. "I'll stop if you want."

"No, no, you have soft hands, I like it. You just didn't seem to be a very affectionate person."

Fang shrugged. "I'm not usually. But you're unusually attractive."

"I see. Carry on then," Iggy smiled, wrapping his arms around Fang's lower back, occasionally brushing against the dark haired boy's butt.

A few minutes later, Iggy cleared his throat and rubbed Fang's back as to get his attention.

"Hmm?"

"Maybe we should take this upstairs?"

Fang nodded and allowed himself to be picked up by the male underneath him and carried up the stairs.

When they reached upstairs, Iggy laid Fang on the bed and crawled over him, wondering if Fang had ever kissed someone before.

"Hey, come on, do something," Fang taunted playfully, reaching up and caressing Iggy's cheek.

Something sparked in him and he quickly grabbed both of Fang's hands, pinning them above his head.