I have decided to do a few oneshots set after the fic :)

The first is a 5 things challenge set by the sneaky Evil . lil . angel. She gave me 5 body parts and I had to write a fic based on those body parts being touched etc. As a reward, she is going to draw my writing :)

The 5 things are in italics :)

WARNING - very strong yaoi

5 Little Things – for Evil . lil . angel

Their hands joined as they stood in the centre of the room, fingers twined together as Altair trailed tiny fluttering kisses over the older males neck and collar bone, their fingers continued toying with each other as Malik's breath picked up, his heart rate increased with each soft touch of Altair's lips upon his skin.

Their naked bodies slowly started heating up both with their soft touches and caresses despite the chill in the air given the time of year they were in and from the gentle sway of their bodies moving together with the quiet music in the room. Malik would be damned if he had ever heard the music before, but its chilled out and somewhat….romantic feel to it made him sway with Altair to the tune.

Warm hands left Malik's and gently rest against his sides, slowly edging him backwards towards their bed. The two dropped with a bounce onto the sheets, first a smile on both of their lips then a burst of laughter as all of their pillows sprung off the bed and landed on the floor.

Malik was pulled from his laughter as wandering hands trailed down his naked chest followed by Altair's warm yet slightly chapped lipsdescending onto his, tongues immediately touching and exploring together.

Malik's hands scrambled for purchase on Altair's shoulders as he pulled the younger man on top of himself, legs immediately parting to let Altair in.

Malik's breath hitched as Altair grabbed his hands and raised first his right to the top of the bed so Malik could grab the headboard. His left hand was raised to Altair's face, golden eyes scrutinizing his long fingers before said eyes stared right into Malik's coal black orbs. Altair's slightly damp lips lightly kissed the white gold band Malik wore on his ring finger, never taking his eyes from the darker skinned male who was staring at him with something close to sadness in his eyes despite the smile gracing his lips.

Altair smirked as he slithered his body up Malik's in order to place the older male's left hand up beside the right, one warning glance from his golden eyes told Malik that he was not to move.

Dragging himself back down Malik's body, Altair ran his tongue down Malik's well defined chest, nipped at his stomach as he ventured further. While running his hand softly up the length of Malik's lean but powerful leg and pushing it to rest against the thick sheets below them, Altair's lips and tongue caressed Malik's exposed inner thigh. Tongue running up the indentation of hard muscle under dark skin and lips lightly kissing back down the moist trail his tongue made.

Malik gasped as Altair's hands stopped their light caresses and roughly parted his legs further. The gasp ended with a harsh intake of breath the second he felt Altair's warm tongue glide up the length of his erection. His fingers tightened their grip on the headboard as that same tongue circled around the head of his rock solid flesh before it was engulfed by the heat of Altair's mouth. Worrying his bottom lip with his teeth, Malik squirmed both to and from the hard suction around his erection. His legs fell shamelessly open that bit further as Altair added his tongue once again to the mix, lapping firmly at the flesh as his mouth moved up and down its length.

Altair ran his hands up Malik's stomach and chest as his mouth worked against Malik's erection. His own was trapped between him and the bed sheets, aching for attention. Grinding his hips against the bed below him, Altair groaned around the flesh in his mouth at both the delicious friction and the squirming Malik having fallen completely under his power. Every single bodily twitch, deep rumbling groan and slightly higher pitched moan pushed Altair to work harder, his touches rougher.

Now that he thought about it, who was under who's power?

Dragging his nails down Malik's chest and belly gave Altair the satisfaction of hearing him wantonly moan into the darkness of the room, drowning out the music playing from the other side.

Malik threw his head back as Altair's blunt nails scratched down his body. That, coupled with the insistent mouth around his erection was pushing him closer. His stomach was in knots and his throat was dry as Altair's name fell from his lips. Regaining enough of his senses to lift his head, Malik almost came at the sight of those piercing golden eyes staring up at him. Snapping his own eyes shut and dropping his head back against the mattress, Malik panted harshly, turning his head so that it was pressed against his bicep. His arms ached from their position but he dare not move them, his fingers clenched and muscles bulged and tensed as Altair continued swirling his tongue around the head of his erection before lapping his way back down….further still until both fingers and tongue began preparing him.

Malik's fingers tightened round the top of the headboard so much so that his ring cut into his finger and his knuckles turned white with the strain. Sweat trickled down his forehead, his chest heaved and his toes curled as Altair's skilled tongue pushed inside him followed swiftly by one questing finger. He wanted to shout at Altair, to yell at him and demand he 'hurry the fuck up' but, Altair would not listen to him this night. For this night marked the eve of the two of them getting back together after Malik had, in layman's terms 'fucked the relationship up,' causing Altair to slip back into his old drug addiction. And that meant that Malik was completely at Altair's mercy.

Altair was struggling to maintain his composure, his fingers stretched and prepared Malik while his tongue delved in and out of the warmth of his body. Moving his right hand down, Altair shifted slightly and wrapped his fingers around his own weeping erection, reveling in the coolness of his own white gold band touching his roasting flesh. As he thrust his little finger inside Malik, his ring finger being left out as it was merely a stump, his other hand started working up and down his burgeoning flesh, Altair's keen hearing picked up on strangled cries and sobs escaping Malik's lips. His voice sounded raw and his throat dry as a final silent scream escaped his lips as he came all over his own stomach.

Every muscle in Malik's body sang as he writhed on the bed, his arms were beyond aching but still he dare not move them, despite his whole body bucking upwards the second Altair's clever tongue thrust inside him. His eyes rolled back in their sockets at the feel of a third finger slipping inside him, the slight hot, burning ache warmed him from head to toe and brought his climax ever closer.

Altair's name spilled from his lips as his head pushed back into the crumpled sheets below him. The mixture of fingers and that tongue was pushing him closer, so much closer. Malik's back arched and his hands relinquished their grip on the headboard to grip instead at his short black hair as his stomach clenched. A silent scream escaped his parched throat as he spent himself. After what felt like a lifetime spent catching his breath and collapsing back onto the sheets, Malik barely had a chance to even utter anything that sounded remotely intelligible before Altair had climbed back up his body and forced his mouth into a teeth clacking kiss.

Altair once again grabbed Malik's hands and raised them above his head, letting them rest this time on the mattress instead of the headboard. Keeping his left hand positioned beside Malik's head, his right dragged its way down Malik's body, slipping on the fine sheen of sweat his dark skin was covered in. Groaning lowly as he took himself in hand once more, Altair teased Malik a few times with a light thrust, barely even breaching him. He teased him until pitch black eyes, pupils fully blown glared back at him.

Altair smiled at Malik before easing himself inside the older male. Thighs tightening against his waist told him to stop a bit, the second those strong thighs dropped back open again, Altair fully sheathed himself inside Malik, dropping his body down so the two lay chest to heaving chest.

Malik gasped the second he was breached, thighs tensing for a few scant seconds followed by Altair roughly forcing the rest of his erection inside him. Malik's hands shot forwards to grab Altair's biceps, nails digging deep crescents into Altair's tanned skin. His lips sought out Altair's just as the younger male started moving inside him.

Mouths open wide to the kisses, tongues thrusting and questing as both males ground their pelvises together, one meeting the other half way.

Altair pushed his chest against Malik's as both his hands curled in the darker skinned males black hair, pulling his head back slightly in the process. Licking a trail down Malik's neck, Altair growled slightly as his teeth nipped at his bobbing adam's apple and the tight black leather tie gracing that supple neck.

Malik could only gasp and groan as Altair continued thrusting inside him at a strong but steady pace. That, coupled with the lips and tongue at his neck and the fingers pulling lightly at his hair drew nothing but gibberish from Malik's kiss bruised lips. His fingers scratched and dug into Altair's skin, a few of his nails broke the skin leaving bloody welts in their wake.

Malik had never felt Altair this….passionate before. Sure, their lovemaking could change from being gentle some nights to bruising and hard the next but this? This Altair was a perfect mix of both pleasure and pain. He was burning in pain but couldn't help but love every second of having the younger male inside him. Malik tilted his head to the side as Altair buried his head into the side of his neck, inhaling deeply. His head was spinning as Altair picked up his pace, causing him to lift his legs and wrap them round Altair's waist. His stomach lurched pleasantly as Altair whispered what could only be described as filthy words in his ear which caused his breath to catch as sharp gasps and groans fell from his lips.

Altair tightened his grip on Malik's hair as he ground his hips against the others, their chests slid together, sweat slicking their bodies as their lovemaking turned quickly from being soft and gentle kisses and touches to hard fucking. Burying his face in the juncture between Malik's neck and shoulder, Altair inhaled his lover's scent, clean washing, aftershave and a sweet but spicy undertone that was unique to Malik. Altair hissed at the pain from the bloody crescents on his arms but done nothing to stop Malik from digging his nails in further as he quickened his pace. Fuck he wasn't going to last much longer, especially now that Malik's legs were wrapped tightly round his waist. Forcing himself flat against his lover once again, Altair leaned in, tongue licking right up Malik's neck before he bit down on his earlobe, words echoing what he was doing to Malik being hissed into his ear.

Malik's brain had long since given up and he could barely fathom the words that Altair was hissing into his ear, each word punctuated by his tongue flicking against his ear lobe once again. His whole body shifted up the bed as Altair sped up, harder, faster, without any word or command from Malik. He was spent and had nothing left to give but his stomach coiled, his muscles tightened. Altair screaming his name caused Malik's head to loll back against the mattress, mouth open in a silent scream as he felt himself coming a second time. Painful but oh so good. He pulled Altair flush against himself as his body shook with his second orgasm, reveling in both his boneless feeling and the feeling of Altair still rocking slowly in and out of him as they both came down from their climax.

Malik's scent, his taste, his strong arms and legs wrapped around them pushed Altair, pushed him so far so that no amount of slowing down would stop him. His throat was dry and his voice crackled as he thrust his hips a few more, almost violent times, causing the two of them to jolt up the bed. Any coherent words similar to 'I love you' escaped Altair's mind the second his climax flooded through him. His eyes blazed golden as he stared unblinking at the ceiling, Malik's name falling from his lips in short but loud pants. His arms gave way just as Malik pulled him down to lie on top of him, his legs felt like rubber and his stomach ached pleasantly. His hips lightly moved inside the older male as he tried to catch his breath, his lips leaving soft kisses over Malik's collar bone.

Finally, pulling out of the older male, Altair however, stayed put, lying comfortably on top of Malik, his finger tips lightly teasing Malik's own fingers as he lay almost motionless on the bed.

Malik smiled slightly up at Altair, the simplest movements proving to be difficult, Altair's hair was plastered to his head with sweat, undoubtedly some of his would be and the rest, sticking up all over the place with Altair's previous incessant hair pulling.

Altair returned the smile before he leaned in, as if making to kiss Malik but instead he lightly rubbed their noses together. Breathing out a small laugh as Malik moved with him.

After several minutes of light touches of warm fingers to fevered skin and soft kisses to lips, foreheads, cheeks and the tip of each others nose, Altair finally rolled off of Malik, smirking slightly at the breath of relief from Malik being that he could breathe properly again without Altair's weight settled atop of him. Shuffling to the edge of the well used and abused bed, Altair slid out of its warmth and onto the cold wooden floor of their bedroom, meaning to go and shut off the quiet music, take a quick shower….preferably with Malik in it then return to bed. As he bent down to retrieve his boxers, a swift slap to his backside jolted him back upright, boxers hanging uselessly from his hand.

Malik watched Altair fuss about the bed, wriggling about until he was right at the edge. Why couldn't he just sit up and step out of the bed like any other normal human being? In the ten years the two had been together, Altair had never changed….still a large child at heart, especially around his young son who, unfortunately was turning out just like his father. A massive pain in the arse, spoilt rotten and always pestering Malik for something. As he rolled his eyes at the spectacle Altair made of himself sliding out of the bed, dragging half of the sheets with him unintentionally, Malik smirked deviously. Rolling onto his front and worming his own way over to the edge, Malik raised his hand at his target, perfectly round and pleasant in front of him. With a quick snap of the wrist, Malik slapped Altair's ass just as he bent down to pick up his discarded boxers. A startled yelp followed by Altair whirling round on his assailant caused Malik to flop down on the bed, doubled over with laughter, even more so at the prominent Malik's hand shaped print on his peachy arse.