A/N: sigh…my first M and lemon fan fic. TEE HEE! The only reason I'm doing this is that my buddy (Gaara'slittlegirl) wrote an M story, so damnit I guess I can too!! Might be a two-shot...

Disclaimer: LEMON, FAX, SWEARING.

I watched Fang sip his bottle of spring water. He has the most beautiful lips. The way he wraps them around the tip of that bottle and lets the water flow smoothly to his burning tongue, is enough to turn any man or woman on. Then, he spilt a drop as it ran from his pouty mouth. It cascaded over his chin and continued to fall down his tan neck, before disappearing beneath the collar of his black shirt. I wanted to chase that drop of water. Chase it down past his t-shirt collar. Chase it to his muscular chest where it beat from the strain of his heart, lapping the droplet from his salty skin, savoring his taste on my own tongue.

"Max? Max, what are you looking at?" Fang asked.

I was startled. I could never spill every detail I thought about him. It was so unlike me, I'd lose my reputation. Even if it was to the man I loved and adored.

"Nothing," I replied. But I had to say something else. "Just thinking 'bout you," I smiled. There, that was truthful enough.

"Yeah? And what about me?" he insisted slyly as he watched me take a lick from my vanilla cone.

"Uh, well..," I said swallowing. "You know I've always been better at expressing myself through actions rather than words." I grinned, hoping that would satisfy his craving. It did. I noticed it in his eyes, the anticipation of tonight back at the hotel.

"We'll leave the mindless chatter to Nudge," I said jokingly.

Laughing, Fang replied, "Oh yeah, Nudge needs us to meet her in her hotel room A.S.A.P. So we'd better get going."

"Why her room?"

"Evidently she has something to show us, God only know what crazed idea she has now."

I nodded, rolling my eyes. Fang stood, finishing his water. I found myself staring. I don't like being stared at; therefore I don't like staring at other people. But with Fang, it just cannot be helped. My eyes fixed in as he craned his head back, tilting the bottle up, letting the wave of liquid rush down his throat. His throat pulsed with each gulp. Damn! Even when he's drinking water he's rhythmic! He pulled his head back forward and tossed the empty Fang-kissed bottle into the nearby trash can. Lucky trash can.

I took another lick from my ice cream cone. I wasn't sure why I got it in the first place. I really wasn't hungry, but something inside me said that I needed ice cream. Damn, the only reason I think I got it was because I subconsciously wanted to give Fang an erotic visual. I don't know what I was thinking when I got it. But then again, I never think sanely when I'm around Fang.

"Max? Come on. Don't wanna keep Nudge the Almighty waiting," he said sarcastically, grinning that perfect but rarely seen grin.

That grin got me every time. I walked with Fang toward the nearby hotel. I contemplated throwing my ice cream in the trash can. But why would I when Fang's still looking at me? Watching me. Like he wishes he were the ice cream cone.

Once inside, Fang and I headed to the elevator. My ice cream was starting to drip. Fang noticed.

"Are you going to throw that thing away?" he laughed.

"No, that's okay. I think I'll finish it." I replied.

Fang looked at me with a gleam in his eye as we waited for the elevator.

"I can help you," he grinned.

With that he took my hand in his, eyed around for onlookers, and took a lick from the vanilla. I smiled slyly. Fang then took the cone into his other hand, and began to lick any extra ice cream that ran onto my fingers and hand, licking them one by one, and slowly stroking his tongue along the palm of my hand. My body shuttered, and the shutter quickly found its place in my lower abdomen. My God, the things he does to me is enough to drive a sane person crazy. He returned the cone to my hand, smiling. I wanted to smack the grin off of his face, only because I know he takes pure pleasure in knowing he turns me on in the most spontaneous, clever ways. I want to be able to return that favor. But, damn, no matter how I try, it seems that I can never find the right time, or place to make it very memorable, and exciting.

The elevator door opened. A young couple with two sugar hyper kids bounded out as Fang and I walked in and he pressed the button marked "9". Staring at the ceiling, I waited. The way he was acting this evening, I knew tonight was going to be pure ecstasy. I wished that we didn't have to meet with the rest of the Flock first first. It was killing me. I glanced up at the tall figure with his arm around me. He was so damn cool. He just screamed cool. I had always secretly looked to him for guidance and support, since the day I met him at the School. I still do. But when I'm with him, which is simply beyond description. I let my thoughts about him float out of my mind and into space, while stealing glances at him from beneath his wing.

Suddenly, the elevator gave a terrific jolt.

"What the hell was that!?" I looked to Fang.

Fang glanced around.

"Oh damn. It must be stuck. We aren't moving."

"Look," I said, glancing at the various buttons, "there's an Emergency button. It's right there."

I stretched out my free hand to press it. But just before I touched the small red circle, Fang's hand stopped me, clutching my hand in his. What the hell was he doing?! Fang gazed at me, trying to meet my eyes. I glanced up at him. He looked deep into my eyes with that wild passion he gets right before he takes off, like some sort of adrenaline rush. I began melting faster than the ice cream in my hand. An elevator? We were stuck in an elevator… I was about ready to hit the button in spite of him, when it dawned on me. An elevator. This was my chance. My chance to give back to Fang all that he deserved. I kept my gaze on him, and an evil grin crept across my face. I saw his eyes grow wide, and he grinned from ear to ear. This is exactly what he wanted, and I would be the fucking crazy one not to give it to him.

I leaned in to kiss him. Those luscious, soft lips. They tasted even better than they looked. They were like candy. I knew it wasn't the vanilla ice cream either, thought it may have played a small part. His lips were naturally coated in his own year round sweetness. I felt his tongue slip to the entrance of my lips, asking permission to climb over the gate of no return. I parted my lips, allowing him to do with his bubble gum tongue whatever he so pleased.

Wait, but this is supposed to be my gift to him. I have to take control of this. But before I could so much as make a move, Fang was already trying to unzip my loose-fitting jeans. I took his hand and pulled it up to our faces, placing it so it was cradling my jaw. Fang pulled away, hand still touching my face, not understanding why I wasn't up for what he had in store for me. I set the ice cream cone down upright. Thank God for the flat bottom of the cone, I had a feeling about it. I slid my hands down his back slowly, finally resting them in the back pockets of his black pants. My heart beat faster. This was perfect. I could stay here and look in his eyes into forever. I squeezed his firm backside. I saw him flinch out of surprise. He lifted his eyes to mine with this curiosity I've never seen before. It excited me. He had no idea what to expect from me, and it made me want to pursue my mission even further. I pulled my hands out from his pockets and cradled his back in my arms as I we both fell gracefully in a fluid-like motion to the floor.

His breath was heavier, I could tell. Damnit. Every time he does that my heart beats quicker and quicker. No matter how many times I make love to him, he'll always have that contagious affect on me. And soon, I feel my breath getting heavier and heavier. He picks up on my excitement in turn. It's like a vicious cycle between us. I lift his shirt up just enough to expose some of his stomach. I want to go straight for his pants, but I can't. Closing my eyes, I kiss his stomach, letting my lips linger on his skin just a moment longer than I probably should have, for fear of being completely intoxicated by him. But what could be so wrong with that? Fang moans in pleasure. This signals my eyes to open, and I find his belt loop. I tug at it, letting it slip from my finger, but following the trail where a belt would otherwise be. I find myself sliding my finger down to his zipper and keeping the same pace without stopping, undo his button and unzip his pants. I pull his pants down to his ankles, including his nonexistent undergarment. There I find Fang in a very beautiful and erotic state. Lying back, vulnerable, and aroused. I could feel myself growing hotter by the minute, but I had to, wanted to, finish Fang off, and please him in a way neither of us thought possible.

My heart was in my throat now. What could I possibly do to make this more than just a fucking blow job? I searched my mind. Nothing. I couldn't think. Damn you Fang! You do this to me every time! I looked around the elevator for something to spark an idea. My eyes drifted and landed upon, my almost completely melted ice cream cone. The ice cream cone. Of course! Fang looked down the length of his body to me.

"Max, please." His breath staggering. "I need it, now!"

That was the incentive that I needed. The push that sent Daniel into the lions den was the same push that was sending me over the edge and into my own den of absolute wild unspoken dreams.

I took the melting cream and dribbled it over Fang's hard, throbbing cock. He groaned from the chill it still had and from what he knew was yet to come. The cream ran from the head of his penis, down the shaft to the base, and running across his balls. Reacting without thinking, I found myself running my tongue along his balls. I took a portion of them into my mouth, sucking off the ice cream gently, reacting more and more to Fang's moans. My tongue reacted quite quickly, traveling to the base of his cock. I licked up the length of this long hard Dreamcicle, not missing a drop of ice cream on the way. I glanced up at Fang, my very own Dreamcicle. Every inch of his body tasted so sweet while melting in my mouth. The feeling of his soft skin surrounding his cock against my mouth is an adventure all its own. I gently kissed the tender head where a bit of pre cum was already slowly forming. I kissed the cum away, preparing the way for more. My lips danced along his tense erection attempting to sooth the pleasurable pain he was in, but in reality only making it more intense. I didn't feel like myself any longer, I felt this power take over me. I took the top of his cock into my mouth, using my teeth to bite very gently around the bottom of the head. I glanced up at Fang. He had his head back, only his throat was visible.

His breathing was deeper and rhythmic, like a drum in the night. Just when I thought he couldn't take anymore he cried out:

"Now Max!!"

Instantaneously I let my grip go with my teeth, and plunged his full erection into my waiting mouth. I sucked as I pulled back up. I felt Fang begin to rock his hips in motion with me. Using my tongue on the way down, I felt a wave crash over me, a lustrous wave, like nothing I've ever felt before. I felt us becoming one. My lips melting into his burning skin. My tongue mixing with the passion of angels and devils, not able to tell which is good, and which is evil. It was all a blur. Suddenly I heard a cry from the front of the elevator. Fang thrust his hips in the air and I feel the sensation of his warm cum burst into my mouth, splashing on my lips. His body fell limp on the carpeted elevator. I looked up at him, swallowing his warm, salty cum down my throat. God, how does the man taste so damn good? Now he is part of me again. I couldn't help but smile.

He looked at me, exasperated. He found a smile, a weak 'I love you' smile, before crashing back to the floor. That look was all I needed. All he could think about was me. Me giving him absolute pleasure. To tell the truth, the thought was completely new to me. I have never, until this night, felt so empowered by the unspoken words that lingered in the air, that I had truly pleased Fang beyond all measure. The man was speechless. I stared at him, just lying there. And to think that I am the only one who gets to see him like this in such post sexual satisfaction. The only one. Wait, oh my God. Nudge wanted to see us in her room! I totally forgot!

"Fang! Quick! We forgot about the meeting!"

Fang was still pretty out of it. "What meeting?"

"NUDGE'S meeting!"

"Oh God! I forgot!" Fang scrambled up and pulled his pants back on. "We made kind of a mess eh?"

I laughed, noticing the ice cream and its barren cone, still on the floor.

"Oh well, think of it as leaving our mark." I said grinning at my beautiful specimen of a man.

He pushed the emergency button and the elevator unstuck, elevating us back up to floor 9.

As soon as the doors opened we noticed a security guard and an old couple waiting. The security guard gave me a funny look. It must have been the ice cream cone in the floor. Or the ice cream on my pants, or was that Fang's cum? Whichever, I couldn't tell at the moment.

"What the hell are you looking at?" I snapped.

Fang walked in front of me, dragging me by the hand. "Don't mind him. Good night," he said not looking up at the guard or the stunned couple, for fear he might bust up with laughter.

"You know what this means right Max?" he whispered to me on the way to Nudge's hotel room.

"What?" I inquired.

"Your turn." He paused. " Later…" he said with a wicked grin, walking off and leaving me waiting, wanting another taste. I caught up with him, slipping my hand on the small of his back, hoping this meeting would be over more sooner than later.