Maximum Ride Fan Fiction / Maximum Ride Fan Fiction ❯ Want You ❯ Denial ( Chapter 1 )

Want You

By: Natilie Sawada

MAJOR FAXNESS! Warning: contains graphic adult scenes. Not for the kiddies.

First adult MR fic ever, so don't shoot me if it sux

Don't own MR, JP, or NEthing else ()

Part 1: Denial

Fang had been acting…differently lately. I really don't know how to describe it, but he'd been like, looking at me out of the corner of my eye, and like every time we accidentally touched he'd freak out and jump away.

Yah, like I said. It just wasn't Fang, you know?

But I guess it wasn't like I'd been acting totally el normalo myself. Every time I would touch Fang, I shock went through me. I started to notice things about him. Like how deep and mysterious his eyes were. Or how actually perfectly tones his muscles were. Or how his throat moved when he drank…

“Hey, Max?” The low voice said so close to me ear I jumped. I wheeled around in the chair by the kitchen table to see the tall, and (as always) shrouded in black, co-leader of out flock.

“Holy crap, Fang! Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” He just smiled that smug little smile he wore…you know, the one that makes me want to punch that smirk right off his face? Yah, that one. I sighed. “What?”

“I was thinking, maybe we should move. We've been here for a week; it might be a good idea to get out.” I blinked for a minute before I could speak. If you know Fang at all, that was one of the longest sentences he has probably ever uttered.

“Okay. Sure,” I agreed. He just blinked slowly, his liquid dark eyes watching me. Okay, was it just me or had Fang been reading up on hypnotism? He just continued to stare at me as if waiting for me to say something else. “Um, anything else?”

“I think we should go scouting.” I blinked, confused, but agreed. Fang was my rock, my support. When he suggested something to me, it was usually for a reason.

“Okay.”

“Now?” He asked. I shrugged.

“Sure.”

“Kay, get your coat.” And of course, keeping up his mystery, Fang slipped from the room like a shadow. I shook my head. The boy had a serious complex.

“Ig? Nudge?” I called, striding to the opposite end of the kitchen to grab my coat off the hook.

“Yah?” The called in unison from the living room. From the sound of it they were playing video games.

“Fang and I are going out, so it's up to you guys to hold down the fort, kay?”

“Got it!” Iggy replied.

“And if Gazzy tries to take advantage of my being gone and tries to build something of the explosive sort, stop him. And Nudge, stop Iggy too for that matter.”

“Ay, ay, captain!” Nudge called back and I smiled, making my way towards the hall. I shoved my arms through the sleeves of the coat and my wings through the slits in the back. Mmm, I loved this coat.

I walked down the entry hall, wrenched open the door and strode out into the chilly fall air. I scanned the surrounding area in a wide arc, scouring the trees for our little Goth boy.

“Fang?” I half whispered. A ghostly chuckle sounded from behind me, and I whirled, finding Fang leaning casually against the closed door I had just rocketed through.

“What, are you a ninja now?” I asked. To my surprise and complete outrage, he winked. Stunned, I just stood there, my mouth open with a non-existent protest as Fang launched himself into the air, his huge black wings unfurling and catching the air.

“Fang! Get back here!” I yelled, throwing myself into the air after him.

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When I finally caught up with Fang, he'd touched down at an abandoned house somewhere in a huge forest. Of course, I had been giving my undivided attention to catching Fang that I had neglected to keep track of where we were.

What I great leader I am, huh?

And what was even better? My only way home to my family, my only way to find my way back…was Fang. Oh joy. Leaving the fate of your life in Fang's hands is not a reassuring feeling, no matter how confident the little snark might seem.

“Okay, what was that all about?” I demanded, putting my hands on my hips, my wings automatically folding.

Famously, Fang shrugged. I looked up

“So is this the place?” I asked. Fang just shrugged again, and I sighed.

I followed Fang into the house and we began to look around. It was nice. Dusty, but nice.

“Hmm, I think I'll take a look around upstairs, kay?” I asked. No response. I turned around quickly enough to see Fang shoot a nod over his shoulder as he ducked through another doorway. I just rolled my eye and headed towards the stairs.

Once on the second story, I opened the first door past the landing, and walked inside.

The room was dark, the heavy velvet curtains drawn shut, so even though it was twilight, it looked like midnight in the small room. And the fact that the walls were painted black didn't help the lighting issue. I wandered into the room, scanning it.

The bed was old, and dusty. Completely sudden, the image of Fang in only his boxer shorts, lying on that bed, his arms crossed behind his head flashed behind my eyelids. I shuddered, but it was not from the cold leaking into the house.

What was that?

“Find anything interesting?” Fang's low voice made me jump. I wheeled to find him leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, and the sexiest expression I had ever seen touching his face.

I had to swallow before I replied.

“Just this super neat room,” I said brilliantly. Fang sauntered toward me, his head angled down, his dark eyes scorching. “Fang? What's going on?” But he just kept walking. I backed up, and kept stepping backwards, but Fang didn't stop walking. Abruptly my back hit a wall, and I stopped, my eyes widening as they stared up into his.

“Fang—?” I stared but was cut off as his lips crashed into mine in a searing kiss that made my eyes shoot wide open. “Mmph!” I exclaimed, shoving my hands against his shoulders, forcing him off me.

“What the hell, Fang?!” I shouted. Fang wiped his mouth on the back of his sleeve, panting quietly. “Why did you do that?” He eyed me incredulously.

“Don't tell me you haven't felt it, Max. There's something going on between us and I can't shut it off.” For once I had nothing to say. “I've tried, oh God how I've tried, but Max…I just…” This time he leaned in until there was about two inches between our lips. The electricity was so intense I could barely stand it, so I closed the distance between our lips and we were kissing.

This was so different from the other times. So much more intense. I could feel Fang's hands running up and down my body hungrily. My lips parted beneath his and his tongue entered my mouth. I moaned, and then flinched at the sound. Fang pressed me against the wall, his hips grinding into mine.

Much to my embarrassment I moaned again. His hands came to rest edgily on my lower stomach for a minute before beginning to unbutton my jeans.

I pulled away, gasping.

“No,” I rasped. “Fang, wait…it's too soon, I don't…”

With a loud bang, his hands slammed into the wall on either side of me, his eyes boring into mine.

“Don't fucking lie to me, Max,” he said, his voice low and rough, his breathing shallow as mine was. “I can tell how much you want me. I can feel it in ever touch, see it in every look. I can tell how much you want me.” I just stared at him, at a complete loss for words.

“You want this, Max?” He said, his hands shooting down to grab my wrists, pinning them to the wall above my head. He ground his hips into mine, making me moan. “And how about this?” He leaned in, taking my earlobe between his teeth and gently sucking, grinding his hips again.

“Ah…”

“Tell me how much you want me, Max.” He whispered seductively, taking both my wrists in one of his hands, the other slipping below the waist of my jeans and panties. I felt his finger run across my heated skin, and the sound that escaped me made me blush insanely.

“You're going to have to tell me with words, honey.” I could feel his hardness against me through is jeans. His finger scraped against me again, adding the slightest bit more pressure. I cried out, writhing against him.

“Please! Fang!” I yelped. I wanted him so much to touch me right ­there, but that was the only place he wouldn't.

“You're going to need to be more specific than that,” he whispered huskily. His index and middle finger massaged my opening, careful not to go any further than they were. I moaned, feeling how wet I was.

“Oh, God, Fang…Fang…please…”

“Please what, Max?” He asked, pressing a little more.

“Ah!”

“Tell me, Max,” he said with a little more force, pulling his fingers completely away as much was possible in the confines of my jeans. I cried out in protest, writhing in the absence of his touch. “Tell me!”

“I want you Fang!” I shouted. The tiniest hint of a smirk touched his lips.

“Say it again,” he ordered, placing his fingers back against me.

“God, Fang, I want you! I ­want you! Oh…!” He started to rub against me again, and I could hear my breath coming in short gasps, the pleasure shooting through me in waves of lightning.

“Max,” Fang groaned, and slid two fingers up into me.

“Fang!” I cried. And then…he began to move them. “Ah, ah, uh, ah!” I couldn't believe the sounds that were coming out of my mouth.

“Mmm, yah, honey,” Fang groaned into my ear, “Sing for me.” His fingers kept moving, sliding farther and farther into me. I whimpered at the feelings raging through me. And just when I thought things couldn't get better, he slid yet another finger into me.

“Oh, God!” I cried, my eyes shooting wide open.

“Uhn, you're so wet, Max.” My vision began to blur as his finger increased speed inside of me. On the edge of my consciousness, I could hear words pouring out of my mouth that sounded like:

“Uh, don't stop, don't stop, Fang, uhn!”

“God, Max, you make the hottest sounds,” Fang whispered fiercely. I shuddered as another wave racked my body. I was trembling all over. His fingers slid harder and harder, deeper and deeper into me. I could feel myself going higher, and higher, teetering on the edge.

“Scream my name, Max, so loud that everyone can hear what I'm…oh, God…doing to you.” His words alone almost undid me, but somehow I didn't fall over the edge. His slammed his fingers up into me one more time, and again, and again…

“Fang, I'm gunna…” I gasped.

“That's it, Max. Come for me.” And I did.

“FANGGGOOOAAHH!!” I screamed as spasms wracked my body and stars sprouted behind my eyelids, and I writhed in ecstasy beneath him. I slowly floated down from the high, and opened my eyes slowly. Fang pulled his fingers out from my pants, and gave me one of his famous smirks.

You, know. The one that make me want to smack that smug look right off his face?

Yah, that one.

End of Part 1

There will probably be a Part 2 in which Max gets revenge on Fang. Muah ha ha!