So I was asked many times for a sequal to Hospital. Here it is people, as you wished^^ I cannot say how long this will be but several chapters is a guarantee.

And as usual I fail at sex scenes so my lovely beta 191026 writes them for me again

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Malik wished he could be anywhere else on the planet at that moment. How he had ended up in a room full of screaming, giggling half naked teenage girls he had no idea.

No he knew exactly how, but the question was, how on earth he let himself be talked into this debacle? Now that….that was the real mind boggler.

Altair was going to pay dearly for this, besides who needed a licence anyway if he already knew how to drive and new the rules?

Malik sighed and glanced behind him.

Yes the room was indeed full of teenage girls. Extremely annoying girls. The few boys didn't help matters as they were just as loud and obnoxious as the girls.

Concentrating on the things the man in front of the room was talking about was impossible. Not that Malik actually needed to hear it but it would have been much less torturing than the high pitched, screeching giggles.

It was clear one of the boys was totally bored and was ready to stir things up a bit as he shouted a very nasty and completely idiotic comment right in Malik's direction.

"Look guys, we've got a terrorist in the room!"

Had it taken the idiot that long to notice he was a different colour?

The comment made Malik's hand twitch in the direction of his folder, very much desiring to throw it at the boy. He stayed still however and ignored the boy and his friends who obviously caught the first guys nasty mood at once.

"So it would seem. Hey old guy! You learning to drive so you can steal a car, put a bomb in it and blow up a school with it?" One other said.

Malik took a deep breath to calm himself before turning to glare at the youngsters.

He really should ignore the teens but he had had enough.

"As much as it would probably please you, no. I am here simply because I need the licence to drive. I do know how to handle a car.…unlike you. I suggest you listen to the man in front of the room. I'd hate to see you mangled in the hospital on my treatment table because of your severe lack of driving skills!" Malik shot at the boys with sarcasm before turning back to face the front of the room.

The instructor was standing there dumbfounded for a moment before catching up on what was happening.

"Right, now settle down. There are no terrorists in this room I assure you.…" Malik didn't miss the mans wary look at his direction before continuing his speaking.

Thankfully the hour went past rather quietly after that. At least Malik didn't hear any more racist comments. He had had enough of those ever since he came to the States a year ago. Not all but relatively many people in their neighbourhood alone had prejudices and suspicions as to why they were there.

He had known discrimination and racism were unavoidable things where ever one might go. It was so in his home land, why would it be any different here? Only the victims of these things were different in each country. Malik knew this and he knew there was not much he could do no matter how much he hated it all.

He was so relieved as the theory class ended and he could walk out from the room and his dark thoughts.

Once outside he dug his phone out from his pocket.

/

Altair was eager to see Malik as he drove to pick him up from the driving school. He couldn't wait to see the look of utter resentment on the other mans face. He knew Malik didn't like the idea

Altair grinned to himself while he thought about the fight over the matter they had had a week ago. Malik had used every excuse in the book to not to attend the lessons but Altair had won that time.

Usually Malik had the more reasonable arguments over matters but not this time. They both knew Malik would be needing the licence at some point in his life. Besides, Altair felt calmer if Malik didn't have to go to work using the public transportation.

Altair was almost at the driving school as he felt his phone buzz in his pocket. He dug it out and flipped it open. A text message was from Malik. Altair read it over and grinned stupidly to himself.

He had to read it again.…

'Get your gorgeous ass here so I can kick it to all the way to Antarctica you sad excuse of a marine'

Altair flipped his phone shut as he took the last turn and stopped in a parking slot infront of the driving school and a scowling Malik. He grinned at his lover opened the door.

"I've always wanted to go to Antarctica!"

Malik tried but failed miserably at keeping his cool and angry face. The exact moment the words had left Altair's mouth Malik burst into laughter.

How could he stay mad at this infuriating yet loveable man?

"Just drive." Malik chuckled and Altair did as told, grinning all the while.

"So how was the lesson?" Altair asked still smiling. He knew what catastrophes their could be if it was full of kids as it probably was it being a time for spring breaks and soon summer time.

"Hell on earth..." Malik grimaced and looked out of the side window. The statement was so Malik but something felt different about it to Altair. He glanced at the man a few times as he drove.

"Is something wrong?" Altair voiced his concern.

Malik turned to look at Altair.

"No….eyes on the road Altair." Altair laughed a little.

The man started to sound like a driving school teacher.

"Right.…Should we pick Kadar up from his school before we go to eat?"

"No need. He's at home already. He needs to pack to go to Italy tomorrow."

Malik looked out from his window again. Whatever it was that bothered the man, Altair assumed it was related to his little brother leaving. He knew Malik worried about Kadar like a mother hen.

"Malik, he's gonna be fine on his own you know that. And besides I asked my uncle to look after him didn't I?" Altair tried.

They had had this conversation before and Malik was stubbornly difficult with his over protectiveness.

"Uncle that not me nor Kadar have ever met, Altair…." Malik frowned at his lover.

Altair just rolled his eyes.

"True, and Mario is rather.…distinctive.…But he's cool. Trust me. Kadar will be fine on his own."

"If you say so." Malik's voice was heavy with sarcasm.

Altair sighed and shut up. There was no reasoning with Malik in this. He parked his car and turned to properly look at Malik. He waited until the other looked at him.

Altair smiled gently and took Malik's had in his own.

"So where do you wanna go eat?" "I'd much rather eat at home today Altair."

Altair watched as Malik frowned and looked away. Something really seemed to be bothering Malik.

"Mal, you have the night shift today. If we go home you have to leave almost immediately. You wouldn't be able to eat." Altair kissed the back of Malik's hand.

Malik finally sighed and gave in.

"Fine, chinese ok with you?" Altair smiled and nodded.

He released Malik's hand to get out of the car. Malik got out as well and waited for Altair.

Once Altair had paid for the parking space he went to Malik and took his hand before remembering Malik wasn't really comfortable showing his affections in public.

Malik didn't pull his hand free though which made Altair's day.

They walked hand in hand until Malik spotted the place he had in mind.

Only once Malik seriously thought of taking his hand from Altair's when they walked through a big crowd. Luckily no one noticed or if they did, they ignored them.

Malik felt rather stupid at that moment. Why should he be afraid of what people think or why should he care about what they say? This was his life and it was a damn good one.

Altair was so understanding and patient with Malik and his insecurities. At times Malik wished Altair wouldn't be so patient that it went overboard. He hated feeling nervous or uncertain and out of his comfort zone.

Altair noticed Malik's nervousness and squeezed the mans hand a little bit tighter. He let go however as they entered the little chinese restaurant.

Altair couldn't help but smile as Malik scanned through the menu deciding what he wanted. It was rather amusing how fast Malik had adapted to his new life in a city with over half million people and how he had gotten nearly addicted to the chinese and indian foods.

If Malik had adapted fast his little brother was even faster, so much so that it was mind boggling. If Altair hadn't known better he would have not believed Kadar had lived his whole life in little town in middle of no where. The younger man was right at home where ever he went.

They got their food and ate in comfortable silence. Altair was a faster eater but the fact that he knew how to use chopsticks helped in that matter greatly.

After Altair had finished his food he watched as Malik struggled with the bothersome sticks. Finally he just stabbed the mushroom making Altair laugh and get up. Malik looked after the man with a confused expression until Altair came back with a plastic fork.

Malik accepted the fork with a grin, slight embarrassment mixed in.

"A whole year of eating this stuff and you still don't know how to hold the chopsticks. I thought you were a fast learner." Altair laughed as Malik continued eating.

He received a glare and a jab with a fork aimed at his hand.

"Shut up. It's unnatural that some people torture themselves eating with such things the food gets cold.…" Malik wrinkled his nose at Altair and ate the rest of his food.

Once they were outside, Malik took Altair's hand in his again.

He had to win against the irrational fear of being seen with Altair. They were a couple for heavens sake. Altair smiled at him happily.

That smile and warm gaze made Malik suddenly desire his partner insanely at that very moment. The only thing that saved Altair from Malik attacking him or Malik embarrassing himself was the fact that they were in a middle of a street and Malik was very aware of it. Malik answered the smile with his own and held on a little tighter.

At the car Malik stopped and turned to face Altair. His heart raced in his chest of the thought what he was about to do but he didn't let himself think about it too much. He wrapped his arms around Altair's waist and pulled him closer.

Altair was surprised as he felt Malik's soft lips press against his own. He answered the kiss, gently placing his hands on Malik's neck and cheeks to hold the man there for a moment longer.

Malik seemed a little flushed as they parted. He looked down for a little while before lifting his gaze to meet Altair's eyes. They seemed to shine their golden light at him, blessing him, making him feel safe.

"Come on. You'll be late for work at this rate, Dr. Al-Sayf." Altair smiled and released Malik from his hold.

Malik grinned as he opened the door on his side of the car.

"Would that be so bad? If the activities were such as kissing and a bit of feeling?" Altair laughed as he made his way to the drivers side and Malik sat on his seat still grinning.

/

Malik was exhausted as he got home from work. He had forbidden Altair from getting up and picking him up from work.

A threat of no sex in a month had worked like a charm. Altair knew Malik meant it as he said such things. The man had learned it the hard way.

Malik tried to be quiet as he stripped down to nothing. However Altair was a light sleeper and woke up. Malik sighed quietly as he sat down on their bed. Altair sat up and wrapped his arms around Malik's waist, peppering small kisses to the doctors neck and shoulder.

"Go back to sleep, Altair.…" Malik whispered and smiled as he pushed Altair down and lay beside the man.

"Don't feel like it." Altair whispered in Malik's ear making the other man shiver.

Now that he had woken up much too early he was horny and Malik was just so warm and smelled so good. There was that faint smell of chemicals and hospital but it couldn't cover Malik's natural sweet, delicious scent.

However Malik wasn't about to give in tonight he had only so much time to sleep before he had to be back at the hospital. Thankfully, the weekend was two days away and he had a rare free weekend.

He could spend it with Altair.

In bed if the younger man so wished...

"Altair, stop.…I need to sleep." Altair didn't give up though as he came on top of Malik and continued kissing and biting Malik's neck gently.

"Sleep later.…" Malik was about to protest but gasped instead as Altair ground his hips against Malik's.

He bit his lower lip fighting against the arousal he felt in his gut

Altair made sure Malik's resistance was short lived by grinding against him again and claiming his lips in a demanding, passionate kiss.

Malik tilted his head over to one side as Altair broke the kiss and trailed light nips and kisses down the slender column of his neck.

Deft fingers began ghosting down his chest, over the defined muscles in his stomach, tickling and grazing lower still until a warm hand clasped round the arousal he could no longer hide.

A low groan escaped Malik's lips as wet kisses ran down his chest and that sneaky hand began stroking his flesh.

"A-Altair…." He whispered as he wrapped his arms round the younger males shoulders, his blunt nails digging into the tanned flesh.

"Come here." He almost hissed as Altair chose that second to bite down on a nipple.

He smiled as Altair sighed almost dramatically and shifted back up Malik's body before crushing their lips together once more.

Malik felt a strong thigh nuzzling in between his legs, ever so subtly telling him to part his legs.

Both men couldn't help the gasps that escaped their lips as their burning erections pressed against each other.

He reached down and wrapped his hand around both of their erections, revelling in the wonderful friction created which increased ten-fold when Altair's hand covered his own.

Malik began to sweat from both the heat of Altair's body right above his own and the heat from the covers that Altair had pulled right over them, almost as if to shield and keep their intimate act from the world.

His teeth latched onto Altair's shoulder, softly biting into the slightly salty skin as their hands increased their momentum.

Malik gasped as a well slicked finger materialised as if from nowhere and circled round his tight hole.

When had Altair had a chance to lube his fingers and how did Malik not notice?

He pulled Altair flush against him, their hands trapped between their bodies as not one but two fingers pushed in, scissoring, stretching, reaching until Malik yanked his hand out from between their bodies as his back arched spasmodically to the teasing strokes against his prostate.

Altair's trapped hand stroked his length harder as Malik's breaths quickened. His chest heaved as he pushed his head right back into the pillows and his fingers bunched into the bed sheets.

Altair's name sailed from his lips as his stomach coiled, almost to the point of hurting just as he came all over Altair's hand and their stomachs.

He collapsed back onto the bed feeling heavy, sleepy, amazing.

Heavy lidded eyes took in Altair's glowing golden eyes raking his body up and down as his heart rate slowly settled.

His arms sluggishly reached out towards the headboard of the bed but instead buried under the mountain of pillows, almost as is he was stretching first thing in the morning.

"I love you Malik." Altair whispered into his ear as fingers were replaced by Altair's still rock hard flesh.

Malik's head flopped back in a silent cry as Altair's hips bumped against his.

He felt so full, light headed and peaceful as Altair started long, slow but strong thrusts in and out of his body.

Malik summoned enough strength to pull his arms out from under the pillows and wrap them under Altair's arms, curling back up onto his shoulders.

Their bodies moved slowly, sensually, perfectly with each other as Malik encouraged Altair to reach his climax.

Despite how tired his mind and body was, nothing could wipe out this perfect moment that the two of them shared.

Their usual sex was quite rough but full of passionate kisses and sometimes hours of foreplay. This? This was about lingering touches and well….lovemaking instead of just sex.

Sweat trickled down the side of his face….or….was that a tear?

Malik hated to cry but, whether it was the tiredness or the amount of love he felt coming from Altair at that second, his eyes seemed to fill with tears.

"Love you." He breathed into Altair's ear which caused the younger man to speed up his thrusts a bit.

Calloused hands tangled in Malik's raven black hair as their lips languidly slid against each other, tongues mingling in slow strokes against each other.

Altair stared down at Malik as their lips parted.

He watched the tears trickle down Malik's cheeks along with the expression of utter bliss on his usually scowling face.

All of a sudden, his arousal spiked as his hips thrust a few more times that bit harder before he softly chanted Malik's name as he came deep within the older male.

Altair hovered above Malik for a few minutes longer peppering light kisses over Malik's temple, cheeks, nose, lips and even ears. Smiling slightly as Malik sighed softly at each tiny kiss.

Finally rolling off of the darker skinned man, Altair gathered Malik up in his arms, pulling him almost as close as his own skin before literally cocooning the two of them in the covers, keeping their own little world for that little bit longer.

Malik enjoyed Altair's closeness until he finally started to slip to the wonderful world of dreaming and much needed sleep.

/

Next morning found Malik flying from the bed, startled by the alarm clock blaring right next to his left ear. He cursed the device with the most foul Arabic words and hurled it to the wall where it crashed and broke.

Groaning he got out of bed and put some boxers on. Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Malik staggered to the living room finding it empty.

He could hear humming, occasional singing and muffled music from the kitchen. Frowning, slightly confused he crept to the kitchen door, still rubbing the remains of sleep from his eyes.

What Malik found amazed him. He had not heard Altair sing and had barely seen an echo of a dance move in the year that they had been together.

And the most amazing thing of all, he had never actually seen Altair make food much more complicated than scrambled eggs and bacon.

The fact that Altair was not only dancing and singing to the music he was listening to from his ipod, but also making a full breakfast!

Malik was in utter and complete shock.

Altair didn't notice Malik leaning on a doorframe but continued moving to the music. The words of Timbalands 'The Morning After Dark' fell smoothly from his lips as he fixed Malik's breakfast.

Malik listened and watched his lover in the kitchen and couldn't help but smile a little.

When Altair turned around he almost dropped the plate from the shock at seeing Malik casually shrug away from the doorframe and enter the kitchen.

Scrambling, Altair ripped the headphones away from his ears.

The music blared all too loudly from them.

"Malik? You're up!.…I was um..." Altair stuttered as glanced at the table and set the plate to it's place.

"Making breakfast?" Malik smiled.

"How come I have never seen you cook before?"

"Maybe because this is actually everything I can make...everything else is going to burn...believe me"

Malik smiled at Altair's sheepish grin and wound his arms around the younger mans middle.

"So.…what brought all this on?" Malik gestured towards the table and the breakfast.

Altair shrugged slightly before answering. "Just.…a thank you.…for putting up with me last night even though you were tired."

Altair pressed his lips against Malik's in a sweet slow morning kiss.

"There was nothing to put up with.…It was amazing." Malik answered as they parted.

"But you will pay dearly if I have any visible love bites or if I fall asleep during surgery..."

Altair grimaced, knowing the punishment already.

"I'll take you to work and buy you a double espresso. How's that sound?"

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So what do you guys think? is it worth reading? ^^

Here's a link to the song if someone doesen't know it :3

http:/ www. youtube. com/ watch?v=25LBTSUEU0A&ob=av3e