I took a deep shaky breath and stared at the boy who stood at the opposite end of the room. Just the thought of what was before us, made my stomach coil in fear and anger. The Whitecoats had done horrible, unspeakable things, but this was the worst of it. It was unimaginable.

I wasn't able to hide my blush when Fang finally raised his head and his eyes met me. His face was blank and unreadable but I was sure under his calm expression he was throwing out several curse words.

We were silent as seconds flew by, the clock above the door ticking impatiently. Sweat beaded on my forehead as I tried to keep the panic rolling through me in check. Frankly I felt like dying, here and now. This was so unfair. But it was to save the Flock and it was what I was going to do. We were going to do.

"Max."

I squeezed my eyes shut, willing Fang to disappear. But being the grown up leader I am, I opened my eyes.

"We-I...maybe," Fang tried to say, and I watched in shock as he leaned over and puked. I so felt like joining him.

"Fang!" I rushed to his side and was about to place a comforting hand on his shoulder as the rest of his breakfast left his stomach, but stopped, remembering what we were here to do. "Are you okay?" I opted for lamely. I handed him a tissue that I miraculously had in my pocket.

"No," he said bitterly, standing up and moving away from his half digested eggs. The fact that Fang just threw up and was saying he wasn't all right told you how awful our situation was. I felt like punching someone.

"This stinks. Literally," I added.

"Understatement," Fang agreed, and I blushed when he sat down on the bed covered with white sheets. Everything in this room was white, besides us and now Fang's puke.

Taking deep breathes to keep from hyperventilating, I sat next to Fang. I was so tense, careful not to let any part of me touch him. This is my best friend for goodness sakes. I should not have to be doing this.

"How much time do we have left?" I wondered out loud, examining the clock.

"Seven and a half hours," Fang answered immediately. They had given us eight hours to complete our...task.

Not all the time in the world would be enough to do what they were asking of us. Demanding of us.

After staring at my sneakers for a long time, I gained to boldness to look at Fang say, "Let's get this over with."

I pushed my shoes off and climbed on the bed, sitting on the pillow as I watched Fang remove his sneakers and shirt. Oh God, this is too fast.

He sat in front of me, crisscross with our knees touching. I had seen him shirtless countless times, but this time it was different. It was so much more intimate.

"Max." He reached out and held one of my hands in his. I flinched. "It's just me."

I nodded, swallowing hard. "Yeah." Breathe, Max, breathe.

"This isn't going to change anything between us, is it?" That was the closest thing to vulnerability that I had ever heard from him.

"No. Of course not. This is just another experiment the Whitecoats are putting us through." I pulled off my sweatshirt and threw it on the floor. I had a hard time breathing thinking about how much more clothing I was going to be losing.

"Let's just get this over this," I muttered, lying down. I heard Fang shift into a lying position as well, and tried not to cry. I hate this. This is so unfair.

I watched as Fang tentatively leaned over me, his fingers brushing just barely under the hem of my shirt. His dark brown eyes stared at me a long time before his hands wandered higher and his lips came down to meet mine. Our lips moved in sync while his hands explored my stomach, coming dangerously close to my bra. I let out a small gasp when Fang broke the kiss to pull my t-shirt off.

Fang's hands shook as he struggled with my bra. Finally I took pity on him and removed it myself. Oh, God, I'm shirtless in front of Fang. Did I mention how unfair this is? Those damn Whitecoats.

I realized Fang was staring at my chest and I felt self conscious. Goodness, why do girls have to have boobs?

Looking dazed and almost as if he was in a trance, he trailed kisses down my neck until he reach my right nipple and proceeded to suck on it. Behind my humiliation, I was surprised by the amount of pleasure it brought and without thinking, I ran my hands over Fang's chest and well toned abs as he switched to my other breast. As long as I didn't let myself think about what was going on, it wasn't so bad.

"Oh God, Max. I can't believe we're doing this," Fang said, after both our chests were covered with each other's kisses.

"I know," I whispered, knowing the worst was coming. Fang's hands were already, slipping towards the button on my jeans. It didn't take long before both of our pants were gone, leaving us in our underwear.

I gasped, when Fang ground his crotch against me. A desire I didn't know I had down there washed over me and I suppressed a moan. This was an experiment, it was suppose to be horrible.

Surprising both me and Fang, I slipped my hand inside his boxers and grabbed his manhood. He did moan, his hips bucking. Somehow, in a sick twisted way, I took pleasure in that. I pulled his boxers oof completely, shocked at his size. I was about to run my hands over him again when he growled and pinned them above my head.

"My turn," his hot breath whispered in my ear. What were we doing-? I started think.

Fang's hand began to rub my private area and something made it wet, darkening my underwear. My stomach ached and I needed more.

"Fang," I groaned and was happy-happy!-when he pulled my panties down. He toyed with my dark hair and when I wasn't looking, one of his fingers slipped in me.

"Fang!" I screamed, and he pulled his hand away, looking at me in horror. Neither of us could believe what had happened.

"Let's just get this over with," I panted. I couldn't believe both of us had started to enjoy this.

We both had came out of our lust induced state and blushed. Back to business.

Fang positioned himself over me and without warning, slowly pushed into me. I couldn't help but cry out and let tears run down my cheeks when something inside of me broke.

"I'm sorry," Fang whispered, freezing and giving me time to adjust. When I nodded for him to continue, he rhythmically started thrusting into me, grunting every once and awhile. The pain receded into pleasure but I refused to let me return to my sex crazed state of mind. It seemed like hours before Fang finally reached his high climax and emptied into me.

Rolling off of me, his heavy breathing almost instantly quieted into a steady sleeping pattern.

I, while Fang sleep, cried my heart out, muffling it with a pillow.

AN: To tell you the truth I felt really dirty writing this, but it had been rolling around in my head for so long, I couldn't help it.

I'm not sure if I'll continue it. Up to you guys and what you want.

Btw-never had sex and it was the first time writing it. That's why it's not so good.