Disclaimer: I do not own Maximum Ride or any other characters. The plot was inspired by horribleterriblewriter's story Forced To Love.

The Flock was currently on route from New York to Colorado. We spent the entire day flying, with the exception of few pit stops to greasy fast food restaurants, and all of us were exhausted. We landed in a patch of trees behind a McDonald's and walked inside. Fang got out his laptop and searched for nearby motels that were safe and remote enough for us to crash in. Surely enough, there was one down the road. It was hidden enough to be safe for the night, and it was also most likely vacant.

We discreetly walked behind bushes and trees, being careful to stay out of view of any security cameras. We were paranoid like that. Fang and I checked in, under false names of course, and did a 360 around the perimeter to make sure it was safe. As soon as we were convinced enough to let our guard down, we entered our designated room and settled down.

Our room was technically two, but they were connected by a flimsy doorframe that was sheathed with a moldy curtain. The room reeked of alcohol and cigarettes, but I've been in worse. You can't really complain about any sleeping accommodations after you sleep in the subway tunnels in New York. The boys were on the other side of the curtain in a room that mirrored ours. There were two creaky, beat down mattresses with torn up blankets and rock solid pillows.

It was getting dark, so Fang and I ushered all of the kids to sleep. Both of us took the first watch, knowing we wouldn't get much sleep in this dump anyway. We sat on the doorstep together in silence, both letting our minds take us where they wanted us to go. Our silence was broken by screeching tires and the sound of orders being given. Fang and I jumped up and turned around to go alert the Flock, but we didn't even make it three feet before we were snatched back by big, rough hands. Eraser hands.

"You do as I say and your precious Flock stays alive." A familiar voice barked as my hands were being bound together. I gulped in horror. That sentence always meant that they wanted something from us. Something that they knew would be hard to get. Our mouths were duck taped shut as we were abruptly thrown into the trunk of their van. Fang tried to reassure me that we would be ok with his glance, but we both knew that we were in over our heads. Whatever was coming for us was going to be hell.

The van skidded to a stop and we were once again thrown roughly out of the trunk.

"March." An Eraser ordered. We were pushed into what looked to be a different motel room, one that was barely nicer, and dropped onto the bed. In walked Ari, followed by seven other Erasers. The door slammed shut and Ari gave us an evil grin.

"You cooperate or you die. I don't care either way." Ari snarled.

The duck tape was ripped off of our mouths harshly, and both Fang and I winced.

"Why are we here?" I snapped.

"To put on a show." Ari smirked.

I furrowed my brows, trying to think of what he meant by a 'show'. Ari noticed my confusion and went on to further explain.

"Fangie boy here is going to rip off your clothes and fuck you. In front of all of us." he snarled.

"No. Never. I would never hurt Max for your twisted pleasure." Fang growled protectively.

"We thought you would say that. So here is the deal, you fuck her, or they do. And they won't go easy. Could you imagine her in all that pain as seven Erasers take her virginity. Why, they would probably get so excited that they would just rip her to shreds. And there would be nothing that you could do about it." Ari threatened.

"Just do it, Fang. I would rather it be you." I whimpered.

"I see you have an answer Fangie boy. Now hurry up, we don't have all night." Ari commanded.

Fang pulled his shirt off his head unwillingly, revealing his well-defined muscles that were a show of years of fighting and flying on the run. He fumbled with the button on his jeans and shrugged them down, stepping out of them and leaving them on the floor. He had a pained look on his face that clearly indicated he was uncomfortable with this.

"I'm so sorry Max. Please forgive me." he whispered under his breath, just loud enough for me to pick up.

I tried to flash him a weak, but reassuring, smile, but I couldn't find the heart to do it. He was blaming himself for something that was out of his control. I knew he would never be able to forgive himself for this.

He kissed me apologetically on the lips, as he has done many of times before. His lips moved down to kiss my jaw, and then rested on my collarbone. He lightly sucked on my pulse point, causing me to whimper a little. I was unsure if it was a whimper of pleasure or hurt, but for my own sake I told myself it was pleasure.

I nervously glanced over to the Erasers standing to the side of the bed, only to whip my head to the other direction in disgust. All of them, even Ari, had their pants down to their ankles, hands on their hard-ons, and twisted grins planted on their faces. They were getting off on this.

"Ignore them," Fang whispered into my ear, "Focus on me."

He locked his eyes on mine as his hands unbuttoned my shirt. His eyes filled with sorrow as he slid it off, not looking at my bare chest in respect. I could tell he was restraining himself, and it was unnecessary. If Ari and his band of mutts got to gawk at my breasts, than he could too. I nodded to give him permission, and he lightly cupped them with his hands.

His thumbs roamed around the foreign territory, and I jumped a little every time they made their way over my nipples. He planted a wet kiss on both breasts and then left a trail going down my stomach, stopping tentatively at the waistband of my jeans. I shakily unzipped them as he took care of the rest.

He once again apologized to me as he stripped me of my last remaining article of clothing, leaving me completely naked in front of everyone. My cheeks burned up and turned a bright shade of red, and a tear slipped down my face. Fang wiped it away with his thumb and kissed me on the cheek.

"You'll be ok. I will be as gentle as I can, Max. I love you." Fang whispered as he left my face.

"I love you too." I whimpered.

He sucked in a breath as he let his finger dip into my folds. I hissed at the contact, unfamiliar with the feeling. He tugged off his boxers sorrowfully and gently spread apart my legs. I stupidly looked down, and my heart stopped when I did. To say Fang was well-endowed would be a huge understatement. My thoughts rushed with worry, and Fang could sense my panic radiating off me like an infectious disease. There was no way that that would fit inside of me.

Fang positioned himself at my entrance and I felt his tip slide across my folds.

"Look at me." Fang ordered, staring into my eyes sympathetically as he pushed himself in, stretching me more than I've ever been stretched before.

"It's ok. It's not that bad." I reassured.

"Max, I'm not all the way in yet." he said. I gulped as he pushed in an inch more. I felt him reach a barrier, and he broke it with one thrust. I yelped out in pain, causing the Erasers to pick up their speed.

"I'm so sorry, Max. So sorry." he cooed, wiping away the tears that were falling from my eyes. He pushed all of the way in, letting me adjust to his size for a minute before continuing on. The Erasers were grunting as they finished themselves off, watching the rest of the 'show' while licking their lips. And I thought that there was no way I could hate their race even more...

Fang went as slow as he could, but there was no preventing the searing pain between my legs. Even for a first time, I knew sex wasn't supposed to be this painful. Though my extent of knowledge on this subject was slim, Jeb had gone over the basics. Like how a woman's body made natural lubricant to make sex more comfortable. Right now my insides were as dry as sawdust.

Fang's breath grew erratic and I prayed that he was near the end. I had the sheets balled up in my fists, squeezing them so hard I thought that they might turn to powder. My jaw was clenched so hard it threatened to shatter my teeth. Fang had unintentionally picked up the pace, causing me to scream. He kissed my forehead as he released his load inside of me.

I let out a sigh of relief as he pulled out of me.

"Did you–?" he asked. I shook my head. I wished that I got some ounce of pleasure out of that, but I didn't. I looked down at the evidence blatantly showing on my inner thighs. My cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

"Ah. What a good performance. Maybe we should do that again sometime, huh Maxie Poo? Did you enjoy yourself as much as I did?" Ari grinned.

"Fuck off." Max choked out. She was punished with a hard slap across the face, but she wouldn't give Ari the satisfaction of wincing. She was too tough for that.

"Listen bitch, you better behave or we'll kill Fangie boy here on the spot." he threatened, pulling back his jacket to reveal a gun.

"Look, we did what you asked." Fang intervened.

"You did, didn't you? We'll let you go this time, but next time... well you better hope that there won't be a next time. C'mon guys, lets roll out." Ari ordered. I waited for the door to shut and the van to pull out before sobbing on Fang's lap.

"Max, I can't even explain how sorry I am." Fang comforted. I couldn't even make out words. He rubbed my back for a few minutes as I settled down.

"It. wasn't. your. fault." I stuttered, finally able to speak.

"I should have done something. I raped you, Max. I will understand if you never want to talk to me again." Fang stammered.

"How could you say that? You didn't rape me! We were both forced to." I protested. I broke out into sobs again, and Fang got up. I heard him fumble around in the bathroom and then turn on the sink. He returned in a few seconds with a moist washcloth and pointed to my bloody crotch. I bit my lip and slumped down, spreading my legs slightly so he could clean me.

"I'm not a baby you know. I can take care of myself." I pouted, sucking in my breath as he rubbed the washcloth over my sore center.

"Of course not. I just figured that because I made the mess, I should clean it up." Fang gestured, wiping off the blood that had trickled down my thighs.

"We have to get back. What if the flock is looking for us? What if they were taken? What if–?" Max panicked, fighting back the tears.

"We can fly back. Do you want help getting dressed?" Fang asked kindly. I shook my head no. I could get dressed on my own.

Fang and I exited the motel room and took off into the sky. We instinctively flew back in the direction of the Flock, relieved to find them still fast asleep when we got back.

"Fang– there is no way that I am going to be able to sleep tonight." I whined.

"Will it help if I lay down with you?" he asked genuinely. I nodded.

I dropped onto the bed and relaxed as I felt Fang's strong arms wrap around my waist.

"I love you, Max." Fang said as he kissed my jaw.

"I love you too." I replied, surprised that I was drifting off into unconsciousness.

"Rise and shine, sleepyheads." I hollered, waking up the Flock. I couldn't get out of here soon enough.

"Max! It's 6 o'clock! Can we just sleep for another hour?" Nudge complained groggily.

"Uh uh. This place gives me the jitters. I don't think its as safe as we thought. I wanna get out of here pronto." I ordered, giving Fang a knowing glance. We couldn't tell the Flock about what happened last night, ever.

"Paranoid, much?" I heard Gazzy grumble under his breath. I ignored it as I kicked his sleepy butt out of bed.

"If we get up now, we can make it to iHop in time for the 6 o'clock all-you-can-eat pancake special." I bribed.

Sure enough, five lazy butts made their way out of bed and out the door. The sun hadn't risen fully yet, so it was safe enough to walk along the sidewalk for a mile. The iHop was empty, minus a group of elderly women, and our order came out in the matter of minutes. Considering it was iHop and they were used to serving obese people, we didn't get the normal what-the-hell look that we grew so accustomed to.

The food was gone in five minutes as I paid the check and took off into the air. The Flock was three seconds behind me, satisfied with the feeling of having their bellies stuffed. I ignored the soreness between my legs as I flew a minute ahead of everybody else.

"Hey, how are you holding up?" Fang asked, flying up next to me.

"I'll be fine." I assured.

"Max, you don't always have to be so tough." he claimed.

"Yes, I do. Kids need a strong leader, therefore I need to be strong." I defended.

"Not around me." he implied.

Fang and I looked around and found a cave at the top of a cliff that would hopefully be safer to sleep in than last night. The kids drifted off to sleep as Fang and I took watch again.

"Can we talk?" Fang asked. I nodded and we flew to the top of the cliff, out of earshot from the rest of the world.

"Fang you don't have to–" I started.

"No, I do. I'm sorry that your first time had to be like that. You know I'd do anything to change it." Fang apologized, cutting me off.

"Why? What did you imagine our first time being like?" I asked.

"Well, we would be outside under the stars, away from the rest of the world. I would smother you with kisses, all over your body, as we made passionate love to each other. Just the two of, invisible from the rest of the world." Fang said, painting the scene.

"I want you to make love to me, Fang. Make things right." I pleaded.

"You don't have to." Fang reasoned.

"I want to." I replied.

This is part 1 of a two chapter story. I might extend it... so if you have ideas, please let me know! Huge thanks again to horribleterriblewriter for letting me use her idea! Go check out her story too!