A/N: Not a lot of people really said anything they'd like to see come out of this story or how you want it to end (like a happy ending or a happy-ish ending with really sadistic undertones, like the ending I gave Domino Institution for example if you've read that) so please if you have some extra time leave a comment or PM me about that because I'm really torn between which ending I want to give this little baby story of mine. *hearts*
Disclaimer: I own nothing but this story. :)
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"You will never guess what happened to me yesterday," Malik blurted as he was landing on the rooftop. It was directly after school and he just had to stop by and tell Lynx about his adventurous night.
"Like, oh my god, spill," Lynx said in a really bad, mock girly accent.
Malik ignored his teasing and began telling Lynx about the night before. "Last night I decided to go out for a while, right, and I—"
"Why didn't you come here?" Lynx said, interrupting Malik.
Malik cocked his head and smirked, feeling a little amused by the question. "Oh, I'm sorry, honey, did you miss me?"
Though Malik found his own joke pretty comical, Lynx waved his hand in dismissal and urged for the Egyptian to continue on with his story. Malik couldn't help but be curious about if his white-clad companion really had missed him, in a sense, or was at least a little offended by being ditched for a night. Maybe that's why he didn't really want to continue the conversation.
"Anyway," Malik carried on, despite his interest in the prior topic. "I was sitting in an alley and you'll never guess who came up to me and what they wanted."
The blonde-haired villain proceeded to tell Lynx about his run in with Sorcery Chance and Wolf Bite and how they'd basically asked him to temporarily join forces with them.
"What did you say?" Lynx asked, his strange serious side beginning to come out.
Malik scoffed. "I told them to suck a cock and swallow because I wasn't about to do anything with those shit heads."
Lynx sighed, burying his face in his hands. With a muffled voice, he said, "Why the hell would you pass up on such a golden opportunity to fuck with them? You do realize that's the point of what we're doing, right?"
"I mean, yeah, but still. What good would helping them do?"
"None. That's why you give them false information and watch as they further embarrass themselves in front of the police." Lynx looked up to face Malik. "Fafi, you've so much to learn."
Malik found himself feeling uncomfortable, a little embarrassed that he hadn't thought about that previously.
"Shit," he muttered, feeling his cheeks heat up under the unforgiving stare of his 'nemesis'.
Lynx began to laugh, shaking his head in what one might call pity. "Better hope they give you a second chance, or you're never living this blunder down, my dear Fafi."
Malik let out a deep breath and rolled his eyes, giving Lynx a one-up. The wind was blowing, leaving a slight chill in the afternoon air. Nevertheless, Lynx didn't shudder, instead bracing the cool air through his spandex costume like a pro. Malik wondered if Lynx was going to change out his outfit later in the season, when the cold became almost unbearable, especially at night. He found himself hoping not, because that costume looked really nice on him. The way it hugged his muscled shoulders was nearly mouthwatering, and the tightness of his butt was framed perfectly by the pure white material. And his abs—damn.
Malik realized his eyes were glued to the aforementioned six pack, and that he'd let the conversation go quiet while he was stuck in his thoughts.
"Um, yeah, I'll think of something to make it work," he said, awkwardly fumbling with the words that made up his tardy response.
The part of Lynx's mask that covered his eyebrows bunched up, and Malik assumed he was furrowing his brow, probably confused as to why in the world he'd responded in such a way.
The awkward situation grew worse when Malik realized what he'd been thinking. Why was he looking at Lynx that way? Lynx, of all people, who he knew for a fact was into girls, as he'd mentioned previously. Maybe he was bisexual, but still, Lynx had never mentioned liking men and he'd certainly never shown any interest in Malik.
But what did it matter and why was he feeling so embarrassed about it? Malik was gay—he liked the way men looked and fuck anyone who said he couldn't check them out. It's not like he was going to develop a crush on Lynx, because that would be nearly suicidal.
"Whatever," Lynx said. "Just try to make something work with them, okay? Then talk to me before you say anything to them so you don't blow it."
Malik had never realized how seductive his accent was as it played with the words and the deepness of his voice.
Shit.
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By the time Malik got home, everyone had already eaten dinner.
"Hey," he greeted as he walked in the door. He kissed Ishizu on the forehead as she washed the dishes, setting his backpack on the counter simultaneously.
"Sorry I missed dinner," he continued, secretly not sorry at all. "I was working more on the project with Ryou. We were lucky because the teacher decided to give us a little extra time, so we just finished it an hour or so ago and he gave me a ride."
Ishizu nodded, drying her hands as well as the last dish. Odion and Mariku were probably upstairs in their rooms, because he didn't hear the T.V. and they were not in the kitchen.
"How was school?" she asked.
"It was okay," Malik said, deciding to dig in the fridge for some juice. He pulled out a jug of grape juice and poured himself a glass. He'd finally managed to go a day completely fasting, and he decided to reward himself with a small treat. However, now that he was home, his lack of sleep and sustenance was catching up to him. "It was school so how great could it be, you know?"
Ishizu chuckled, tugging on a blazer that had been lying on the counter. "I've got to take the night shift tonight at the museum, but the leftovers from dinner are in the fridge. Help yourself, okay?"
Malik gave a small smile and nodded, but he knew Ishizu saw a hint of deceit in it.
"I'm trusting you," she said, her big, brown eyes serving as her torture method for his conscience.
"I know, I will," he bluffed.
He felt bad, but not bad enough to be fat, so when no one was looking, a fourth of the leftovers became dinner for the garbage disposal.
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The full moon shone through his window, and the night was quiet.
The fan in the corner of Malik's room buzzed evenly, his laptop giving off a faint glow that looked like a dim candle in comparison to the lunar show that lit practically his entire room. He sat in his desk chair, swiveling slowly in a small semicircle, deep in thought.
A noise at his window caught his attention. He furrowed his brows at a black figure that clung to the siding on his house with one hand and tapped quickly and relentlessly on the glass with the other. For some reason, he didn't even consider not opening the window. Instead, he allowed the stranger access to his bedroom, and immediately, he was shocked.
Lynx, dressed in his full costume, stepped inside, the mouthpiece of his mask giving away the faint outline of an ear-to-ear grin.
"What are you doing here?" Malik heard himself speak the words, but they were distant, like he was underwater.
Lynx said nothing, but a low chuckle spilled from his lips and filled the room like a river of blood, sucking Malik under and he couldn't breathe.
He was scared. Why was Lynx here and how did he know where Malik (Fast Fist?) lived?
Why was Lynx getting closer?
He felt hands on his chest, pushing him against the wall—It was cool, like the breeze coming in from his still-open window.
Lynx was in his face, and somehow his mask had been rolled up above his nose, exposing a pale mandible with puffy pink lips.
Lips.
Lips on his own, cold hands on his chest (cold like the wall and the breeze). His heart was racing as he let the other lay him down on the bed.
Teeth nibbled his lips and he tasted blood.
The river overcame him and he sat up in bed.
Alone.
Malik awoke from his dream covered in sweat, a metallic taste in the back of his throat. He wiped his nose and wasn't surprised at the streak of red on his palm. He tilted his head back and walked to the bathroom. Wadding some toilet paper to cover his nose, he thought about his dream.
The tan teen had his share of erotic dreams before (with the burden of hormones, who hasn't?) but something was weird about the one he'd had tonight.
Malik examined himself in the mirror, eyeing his sweaty, sleepy face and he decided that the dream was weird because it was about Lynx. Earlier, he'd had some pretty serious thoughts in terms of the villain's looks and maybe a little later on he'd noticed a few more things about how (dare he think it?) cute the other was. Like how he always tried to say the most inappropriate thing possible unless it came to villainy, then he let out that mature, serious Lynx that was almost sexy. At least lately he'd been showing that part of him, and Malik was really enjoying it.
It made their relationship feel less like a game and more like a…relationship.
A friendly one, Malik mentally corrected himself. A friendly relationship between two comrades.
The Egyptian teenager removed the tissue from his nose and ventured down the hall back to his room after deciding the bleeding in his nose had stopped enough. He sat on his bed, fiddling with the used tissue and thinking about how it had felt to dream-kiss his best friend.
He was about to lay back down when a noise at his window caught his attention.
He furrowed his brows at a black figure that clung to the siding on his house with one hand and tapped quickly and relentlessly on the glass with the other.
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A/N: Corny dream scene? Haters gonna hate yo. :P