Oh my GOD! Churning out another fic!

It's a modernverse with the boys and girls which was inspied by the song 'Changed the way you Kiss Me' by Example. Dunno why but the song made me think of Altair and Malik.

The usual warnings apply which are strong YAOI, drug use, violence and well, Altair and Malik cussing at each other :)

Now, no damn flames! I write fanfics for my own pleasure, not to get bogged down in turning it into a dissertation that has to be picture perfect. If that's what you want, I suggest going elsewhere for fics. I see too many fics being blasted with flames just because someone doesn't like a certain aspect about them *this fics gonna have strong drug use which can be quite a taboo subject**. The way I see it, if you don't like a fic (myself included) just hit the back button.

Small rant over **Aint nothing more dangerous than a hormonal Altair...wait...perhaps a hormonal Malik** hehehehehe

Enjoy chapter 1 of Changed the Way You Kiss Me

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1.

"What the hell are you doing in there?" Came the muffled question from the other side of the door.

The male in question had been shut inside the spare room of their home for almost two days.

"Am I talking to myself you pain in the ass?"

Golden eyes narrowed in concentration as he finished looping the leather tie through the metal.

"I'm going then. Don't know if I will come back….ever"

"For Christ sake I'm coming." Altair hissed through clenched teeth as he stomped over to the bedroom door.

The door was swung open to reveal a smirking darker skinned, black haired male.

"About time, what have you been doing in there?" Malik questioned as he peered over Altair's shoulder.

A shrug was all the response he got before Altair spoke again. "You leaving then?"

"Yes, I've to be there at 8pm. Because of your dicking about, I am late."

"It's just a piss up with a bunch of jumped up suits!"

Malik sighed as he pulled Altair out of the stuffy work room. Sure it was a piss up, something he didn't really enjoy doing but, he had just won his first case in his first year as a Graduate Solicitor and he and his partner in the firm were being treated to a night out.

"I wish I could bring you Altair."

Altair smirked and stared at Malik like he was crazy. No way did he fit in with a bunch of stuck up pratts. With little education under his belt and working in the local building trade, the level of conversation would be, 'And how are you?' 'Fine, how are you?' and that would be that. Being that as it may, Altair was in no way stupid, despite his poorer upbringing he was more street savvy than given credit for and his talents lay not in laying slabs and the like but in engineering. He had almost completed the project that had been eating away at his brain for months. He had seen the blade in a movie and decided he wanted to make one which consisted of a spring loaded blade attached to the inner arm and wrist by way of a leather bracer. He had modified his so that it was just two large leather straps that were fixed round the arm.

"I totally don't wish I was going."

"You would be the hottest fucking thing there."

"Piss off." Altair laughed out as he shoved Malik and his wandering hands away.

"So, you gonna tell me what you've been working on in there?"

"Shut your eyes."

Malik glared at the taller male before closing his eyes tightly. He felt something being fastened round his neck and pulled quite tightly.

"Open them."

Malik opened his eyes and looked at his reflection in the mirror he was conveniently standing infront of. He stared at the simple looking piece of jewellery now adorning his neck. A strange triangle shaped pendant with its bottom curved and welded all too neatly onto it's body, held round his neck by a simple black leather tie.

"And this is?"

"My calling card. Thought of the design myself….you don't like it?"

Malik turned round and noticed Altair had an identical one round his neck except the tie was dark brown.

"I do." He almost whispered as he pulled the now blushing brunette into his arms.

The smile that Altair produced was enough to light the entire room as Malik pulled the younger man closer, their lips just and no more brushing.

"You do?"

"I do."

Lips met slowly, deeply, tongues exploring each others mouths until Malik felt large hands run down his spine and rest none to gently on his backside, fingers kneading the firm flesh under his tailored trousers.

"No no, stop Altair. I'm running late….stop."

Altair pulled back looking like a kicked puppy.

"I shouldn't be too late. I hate these types of things. All these people do is talk utter shit and play nice to each other when all they are doing is digging up information they can use against each other."

"You should know, you're one of them now Malik."

Said male silenced the other with one last kiss before he pulled back and placed his right hand over his chest and his left over Altair's. Something he had always done with the two of them.

After a few seconds, he grabbed his jacket, patted his back pocket to make sure he had his wallet, kissed Altair once more and headed out into the warm summer night.

Altair stood in the middle of the room for a few minutes, golden hue eyes going out of focus as a sickening feeling settled itself in his stomach.

It took Malik almost thirty minutes to walk to the Hotel where the night out was being held. On the way, he heard a husky female voice call after him. Turning round, he caught sight of the raven haired female darting traffic to cross the road.

"Rosa. Thought you would be there already?"

"What? No fucking way. I don't wasn't to be accosted by those stuck up bastards on my own. We're partners you and me. Gotta stick together." She chirped as the two made their way down the street.

Malik and Rosa had went to University together and graduated on the same day. They had got drunk and stoned together and it was her that introduced Malik to Altair, before knowing ofcourse that both were gay. Never had she thought she would have been Malik's pimp to set him up with such a beautiful man.

"How's the pain in the ass?"

"He's fine. Relieved that he didn't have to come to this."

Rosa smiled, she and Altair, along with his twin brother Desmond, had grown up on the same estate. She had been lucky to have gotten out of there when she did. However, when she went to University, she watched Altair sink. Desmond had moved out and gotten himself a secure job in a nightclub, leaving Altair alone at home. In his late teens, he fell into the wrong crowd and indulged a bit too much in drink and drugs and becoming even unhappier for it. After watching him slip for so long, Rosa begged him to come and live with her. He had done so with no reluctance and had found himself an apprenticeship while he cleaned up his act. It was after that, Rosa decided to host a small get together with a few of her University friends to get Altair socialising again. He and Malik had pointedly ignored each other all night until the drinking games started. The bottle stopped on Malik during Altair's shot. Silence filled the room as the two men kissed briefly at first then, as if floodgates had opened, pulled each other closer and kissed with fervour. They had been together ever since, Malik keeping Altair focussed on his work and away from his old group.

"I don't blame him. My flatmate Leo was all too happy to usher me out the door without him."

As the night wore on, Altair had long since sent his twin brother home. Desmond had came round right after Malik left to keep his brother company.

After a few beers, a couple of joints and three mind numbing hours playing the computer, Desmond getting his ass kicked repeatedly, he had been flung out before he feel asleep on the couch.

Altair cleaned up some of the mess before flopping boneless onto his bed. His eyes fixed on the clock on the bedside table. It 4.40am.

Thank fuck Altair didn't have to work or he would end up cutting off a hand with the tools at the building site.

Where the hell was Malik? All the clubs closed at around 3am and it didn't take that long to get home. His guts churned slightly as his previous relaxed, hash induced state wore off.

Malik's head was pounding as sunlight invaded his sleep. Raising an arm to rub the sleep from his aching eyes he groggily took into two things.

One, he was not at home and two, he must have drank a shit load of alcohol to be this rough.

Eyes coming into focus, he glanced around the room. Was he still in the Hotel? Why the hell was he naked under the sheets.

"Mmmm, what time is it?" Came a sleepy female voice beside him.

Jolting awake and alert, Malik's heart hammered like a drum in his chest. He could feel the leather tie around his neck bob over his adams apple as he swallowed repeatedly.

Staring down past the scarred and marred skin on his left arm, Malik felt like throwing up.

Beside him lay a slowly rousing pretty blonde female.

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BAD MALIK BAD!