I honestly could not think of a better name for this one. I just thought of it randomly, and it's divided into two parts. So I might, and I mean, MIGHT, do the next part.

I feel a little sad that I might not get to finish it in time for halloween though, but eh...I'm sure it doesn't matter.

It was a late afternoon when Malik returned home.

He just came back working long hours at his part time job, and he felt completely drained. Besides that, he also had to prepare for many tests and projects in his classes, spending all his time at the library, constantly studying his ass off for weeks. He isn't going to complain though; all that effort did pay off.

He is just relieved that he has the weekend to look forward to; he could really use a break. He'll finally get to relax, maybe even get much needed sleep. He's aware that his parents are out on a short business trip for the day, and they won't be back until morning. It'll just be him and his little brother, which he doesn't mind. He could use a break from them only; they make things more stressful for him. It's like they have a leash on him 24/7.

But for now, he's free.

When he arrives home, he opens the door, calling out to his brother, "Kadar! I'm home!" There was no answer. He locks the door behind him, looking around for his little sibling. But the boy was nowhere to be seen. Maybe he's upstairs? "Kadar, if you're sleeping, I will not hesitate to write on your face!" When he heard absolutely no reply, he starts going up the stair case, heading up to the boy's room. And as expected, he wasn't there; maybe he wasn't home yet.

As he entered his room, he set his stuff down right by his bed, kicking off his shoes as he was settling in.

He sat on his bed, grabbing his laptop case to unzip it, but as he did so, he heard a strange rustling sound. Stopping what he was doing, Malik snapped his head around, listening for that sound. Did he just imagine that? He dismisses it, and proceeds to take his laptop out to turn it on. As he's busying himself, he was completely oblivious to the closet door opening just slightly; light breathing resonating from inside.

The closet door opened an inch more, causing it to creek a little. Malik felt himself froze; that was a different sound this time. He knows for certain, that wasn't him. He very slowly turned around, trying to see where that was coming from. That wouldn't have been Kadar now, would it? Quickly getting up to his feet, he rushed over to his doorway, "Is that you, Kadar?!" He shouts, but he got no answer. Malik waited just a few more seconds until he closed his door, walking back to his bed.

Then he heard it again; it sounded like it was coming from his closet, which was ajar. That was odd. He could've sworn he noticed it shut before. That could only mean one thing. "Kadar…" He shakes his head, moving in closer, "Alright, jerk, you had your fun. Now get your ass out of my room." He grabs the door and swings it open, and a man wearing a white hoodie with a hockey mask, jumping out yelling, "RAWR!" Causing said man to be frightened and fall back on his ass.

Malik was attempting to scramble away, looking up at the taller man with his eyes wide open. His back made contact with his bed, his hands grasping the sheets as he tried picking himself up slowly on shaky legs. The man before him started laughing at him, and he could easily recognize who it was. It wasn't his brother, that's for sure. "A-Altair?"

The man continued to laugh, while he lifted up the mask, revealing his face, "Oh god, that was priceless! You should have seen the look on your face!"

After Malik was able to compose himself, he immediately scowled, clenching his fists, "You….Asshole!" He spat, punching the man in the arm, "How many times have I told you not to do that kind of shit to me?!"

Altair laughter changed to a snicker, "Aww, I'm sorry babe." He moved closer to the shorter man, his arms reaching out to pull him into a hug.

"Fuck off!" Malik protested by pressing his hand against Altair's face, shoving him back. "Where the hell is my brother? If he had anything to do with this-"

Altair shook his head, "Don't worry about him. He's not even here."

Malik blinked, "Then where…"

"I asked him to leave. It was the only way I could be alone with you and he was okay with that. So he's staying over at a friend's house for now. And…" He tossed a key over to him, and catches it, "He let me borrow his key too."

Malik grumbled, stuffing the key in his pocket, averting his gaze, "Well, that explains it…."

Altair lips curved into a smirk, "Look, I said I was sorry. It was just a silly little trick. I couldn't help myself." He said, but it didn't lessen the scowl on Malik's face.

"Yeah, and I'm still pissed off. You scared the living hell out of me, Altair!"

"I know, I know…But, you gotta admit; I got you good." Malik rolls his eyes, crossing his arms over his chest, "Oh c'mon, it's the middle of October. So, I figured, I might as well dress up and give you a good scare." He looks down at the hockey mask in his hands, then looks at his boyfriend, "So what do you think? Did you think I was terrifying?"

Malik's face went expressionless for a moment, as his eyes were drawn to the mask. He rolled his eyes and scoffed, "Trust me; you don't need a stupid mask to be scary." He starts walking to the door, going down stairs.

Altair narrowed his eyes at that remark, but couldn't help but agree as he drops the mask and follows after him. The way his bad boy rep is, a lot of people are afraid of him. Well, almost. There are others who just hate him; over the years, he made many enemies. Hell, even Malik's parents don't approve of him. The fact that they found out he was part of a gang, does not help at all; but it mostly had to do with Malik's dad walking in on them once while having a make-out session. That pretty much took away any privilege to visit Malik ever again. Now they expect their son to be home as soon as he's done with classes and work. And since Altair dropped out of college and has a current job, he hardly ever sees him. It's pretty unfair.

"So, you want to give me a good reason why you came here? I mean, other than to scare me shitless?" Malik questioned as they entered the kitchen. He needed a drink badly.

Altair just stared at him with a nonchalant expression, "Do you have to ask?" He spoke calmly, "I can't stop by and say 'hi' once in a while?" Malik glared at him for a brief second, before grabbing a water bottle out from the fridge.

"You know damn well why my parents won't allow you to visit me anymore. They think you're a bad influence on me; and I can somewhat agree with them." Removing the cap, Malik brought the water bottle up to his lips and took a few sips.

"That's hurtful, Mal…" A smirk flowed across Altair's face, "But, then again, since when have I given a fuck about what they thought of me?" He took a step closer.

"You never have…" Malik leaned back against the fridge.

Altair stepped into the other's personal space, trapping him. "I really missed you….I just wanted to see you again"

Malik furrowed his brows, "Now, why do I feel like there's more to it than that?"

"Well, I'm not going to lie. I was planning on getting laid tonight."

Malik just glared at him, "Oh? Is that so?"

Altair shrugs his shoulders, "Well that and….Kadar had informed me your parents would be out of town. So I thought it be a perfect opportunity." He added.

Malik chuckled, leaning back against the fridge, "Yeah, well, don't get too excited. They'll be back tomorrow morning."

"Which pretty much gives us the whole night to mess around." Altair places his hands on either side of Malik's head, gazing into his eyes.

"Now hold on. What makes you think you'll get what you want that easily?"

"I can be very persuasive." Altair whispered. Malik hooked a finger through the other's belt loop, tugging him to come closer, and he did. They were just a few inches away. Altair still had Malik where he wanted him, while Malik placed his hands on Altair's hips.

Malik leaned forward, keeping his breath steady; "I know" His hand went around Altair's neck, bringing him into a kiss. Their lips moved softly against each other, tongues twirled and explored. They pressed their bodies closely together, deepening the kiss, letting out moan of pleasure; it was so sweet, but had to be cut short when Altair pulled away suddenly, making the shorter man look at him with confusion. "Something wrong?"

"Uh, hold on!" Altair said, dashing off into the other room.

Malik set his drink down, and chased after him, "Wait…." He went into the living room, seeing Altair with a plastic bag, taking out a few dvd's. "What are you doing?"

Walking over to Malik, Altair held up the dvd cases in hand, "Since we are going to spend time together. I thought I'd rent a few horror movies for us to watch. Some are classics, others not so much."

The shorter man did not like the sound of that. He stared baffled at Altair, "Don't you know me at all, novice?! You know I dislike scary movies for a reason."

Altair shrugged his shoulder, "I know. I just thought it would make this night a little more interesting."

"In what way exactly?"

Altair shrugged, "It doesn't matter; I just like torturing you, I guess."

"Yeah, well, forget it. I'm not watching any of that crap." He tries to leave, but Altair grabs him from behind. "Hey!"

"C'mon, Malik. Don't be such a wuss."

"I'm serious!" Malik tried to struggle free, but Altair only held his smaller frame even tighter, "Let go, before I dump your sorry ass." He growled.

Altair spun him around to face him, "At least watch one. Please."

"No, no, no I won't do it! I can't stand these types of movies."

"Malik..." Altair tried again calmly, "I'm not going to let you go until you agree to watch them with me."

"I hate this…" The shorter man had no choice but to give in. "Can't we just forget about it and skip to the part where you fuck me instead."

Altair held him gently, placing a kiss to his cheek, "There'll be plenty of time for that afterwards. But right now, it's movie time."

Malik sighed, "I'm going to regret this."

Altair smiled and kissed him.