AUTHOR'S NOTES:
Miss Liz, I am glad you always know what I meant to say. Thank you for the light dusting.
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WARNING:
This story is intended for an adult audience! There is crude speech, hate speech and adult sexual subject matter of a homosexual nature. If you are under 18 stop reading now!
AU/AH/OC
All characters from Twilight belong to Stephanie Meyer. I just take them out and play with them.
Chapter 25: Brother Dear
Present Day
Emmett and Nasir eventually made it down to their own home late in the evening. They both felt loved and secure in the warm well wishes of their family. It was very kind of Seth and Garrett to gather their loved ones to welcome them home. Both men were so tired by this time, that they took a shower together and did nothing more than wash each other. Though they did this with slow, loving caresses and kisses. After that they fell yet damp into each other's arms in their bed and sleep quickly claimed them.
With the jet lag and time changes, they slept quite late the following morning. Emmett did not have to be back to work until the next day. Nasir was an executive and could do as he pleased. At least, he hoped he still was. When Nasir woke, he found he was wrapped around his big, strong partner. He smiled as he flexed his hard on where it was so happily nestled in the crack of Emmett's ass. Nasir's left arm was around Emmett and the bigger guy held Nasir's hand with their fingers entwined. Nasir extricated his hand and moved it down Emmett's body to wrap it around his lover's big, hard cock. He did not want to wake his peacefully sleeping partner, but Nasir could not just hold the thick bone. Emmett started to stir even as Nasir slowly and lazily stroked him.
"Mmm," Emmett rolled back against Nasir's chest. He did not open his eyes yet as his lover slowly and gently moved the skin of his cock up and down his shaft. Nasir was only too happy to have Emmett lay back against him and trailed kisses across the muscular shoulder.
"That feels good," Emmett muttered sleepily.
"You sure do," Nasir whispered between kisses on Emmett's warm skin. He let go of the big dick only to move his hand down to cup Emmett's stones in their loose, hairless sac. "You sure do," Nasir repeated as he gave the big eggs the slightest squeeze.
"Jack me some more, Babe," Emmett reached his left hand back to run his fingers through Nasir's thick, dark hair.
"Your wish is my command, Habibi," Nasir wrapped his hand around the thick spike and took up masturbating his lover again.
"That feels so good," Emmett spoke dreamily as his lover's hand moved slowly on his hard pole. He felt Nasir's joint flex in his butt and smiled. Nasir was forced to let go of Emmett's cock as the stronger man shifted around in the bed to lay partly on him, face to face. Emmett put a hand to his partner's face and gently ran his thumb over the darker man's eyebrow as he let his eyes roam over the scruffy face.
"There's a sexy Arab in my bed," Emmett whispered with a smile. "In his bed, in his home, where he belongs."
"Emmett, in your arms, I am home," Nasir looked deeply into the crystal blue eyes. "I know that now. I mean, I did know it, but now I realize that nothing else in this world matters to me, but you."
"I love you so much, Nasi," Emmett saw only love in the soft brown eyes.
"As I love you, my Emmett," Nasir put a hand to Emmett's face even as Emmett lowered his head. Nasir opened his mouth to Emmett and welcomed the stronger man's tongue with his own. Emmett kissed his partner gently and sensually. Their kiss had no urgency or hunger, only love and devotion. Emmett ran his hand down the side of Nasir's body that he was not covering with his own. He felt the long bone flex against his hip in anticipation before his hand even reached it. They both made soft little murmurs into each other's mouths as Emmett's big hand wrapped around Nasir's hard pole. Emmett broke their deep kiss and softly kissed his way over Nasir's scruffy top lip and along his strong nose. Nasir gave a sigh as Emmett planted a gentle kiss on each of his closed eyes and along his thick left eyebrow.
"I wanna rub my dick on you," Emmett whispered against Nasir's face.
"You can put it down my throat, or in my ass, or do anything you like, Habibi," Nasir ran his hands along his partner's ribs. "I am yours," he stretched up to kiss Emmett's chin.
"I just want," Emmett rose up on all fours and moved back. He leaned down over the prone man and ran his tongue along Nasir's sensitive cum tube from the base of his cock to the tip.
"Ugh," Nasir's bone gave a jump at this stimulation and hit Emmett in the chin.
"To rub my dick," Emmett ran his tongue up his lover's quivering joint again.
"Oh, Habibi," Nasir closed his eyes as his lover's tongue lapped at his bone. Emmett then rose up and straddled Nasir's hips. Nasir gave a gasp as Emmett's big cock flopped down on his own and he felt the heavy nuts rest on his.
"On your dick," Emmett finally finished his sentence. He took hold of his own spike and moved his hips to slide the sensitive side of his prick along the sensitive side of Nasir's. His saliva made them slick. Nasir gasped again and looked up at Emmett as their cocks slid together.
"Ugh. That feels good," Nasir looked down on where their bones moved together.
"I know, it does," Emmett enthused. He leaned forward and placed his left palm full on Nasir's furry right pec. He held himself as he continued to move his hips to rub their slick cocks together. "It really does," he added. Nasir reached his fingers into the space between Emmett's wide spread thighs, along his scrotum. He was able to fondle and massage both their sacs.
"I like that, Babe," Emmett continued to rock their shafts together. He leaked precum steadily that ran down onto his lover's bone and only served to lube them further.
"I do too! I love the feel of you balls on mine while you rub us together," Nasir endorsed.
"Hoh, I could come from this," Emmett quickened his pace.
"Ugh. Could you? I could too. I love you to come on me, Habibi," Nasir continued to caress and massage the base of Emmett's thick cock and all four stones in their tightening sacs. Emmett leaned a little more heavily on his partner's firm chest.
"Ugh," Emmett moved his pole back and forth along his lover's cock, the sensitive cum tubes of both pricks in constant contact. He shifted his angle to rub just their slick frenulums together.
"Allah!" Nasir exclaimed at this new stimulation.
"Shit, I know," Emmett quickened his pace again. The head of Nasir's throbbing penis lay in a pool of his own precum as his lover's rod slid against his, over and over again. Emmett leaked just as profusely all over him and that turned Nasir on no end.
"Am I too heavy?" Emmett asked as he watched himself move his joint against the darker one trapped on the furry abdomen beneath him.
"No! I like it," Nasir pulled one hand from their joined scrotums to run it up Emmett's muscular arm. He traced the broad curves of his lover's big chest and gently took a nipple between thumb and forefinger.
"Should I back off a little? I'm getting close," Emmett warned.
"I'm close too, Habibi. Make us come," Nasir bid.
"You wanna come, Baby?" Emmett increased his pace yet again as he went back to rubbing their full lengths together.
"Yeah," Nasir answered.
"Ugh. You want me to come on you?" Emmett asked further.
"Yes, come on me!" Nasir begged.
"Shit, I'm close!" Emmett had a hard time keeping this thrusts even as his muscles tightened up.
"Huh," Nasir whimpered. He did not need his fingers to tell him that both sets of testicles were pulled up tight to the base of their cocks. Nasir could feel his lover tremble as he approached his orgasm. Emmett's throbbing cock only seemed to grow harder as it slid ever more erratically against his own, and this brought him right to the very edge as well. Emmett fought to control his own muscles and keep himself steady for both of their pleasure. He looked down on his lover's twitching body and was only turned on the more that he had brought his partner with him to the brink of orgasm. Nasir looked up at Emmett opened mouthed and wide eyed.
"Oh, fuck!" Emmett could feel his lover's mast grow bigger and harder beneath his own.
"Emmett! Huh!" Nasir shook head to toe as the bigger man drove him to the very edge. Emmett saw the clear drool from his partner's quivering cock turn white as, true to form, semen escaped even before Nasir came. He remembered only too well how much he loved to taste his lover's juice on his tongue even before Nasir came in his mouth. That thought, in the split second between Nasir leaking cream and actually coming, did it.
"Haa!" Nasir arched his back as his jizz squirted onto his furry abdomen. Above him Emmett tossed his head back as he blew out.
"Ungh!" Emmett's crank throbbed in his hand as his load spurted onto Nasir's hairy chest.
"Emmett!" Nasir could not hold himself still beneath his partner. Emmett leaned heavily on Nasir and moved his hips only a little. No more was needed as the sensitive sides of their cocks slid together, and pulsed against each other, as both weapons spewed thick spunk onto the darker man.
"Nasi, God!" Emmett's chest heaved as his hose poured out his seed onto his lover's body. Both their noses filled with the heady aroma of their combined emissions. Nasir panted, his body limp and drenched beneath Emmett. Emmett fought to catch his breath and not collapse atop his lover. He was at last still, and just let his yet hard cock rest atop Nasir's equally rigid bone. Emmett looked down on his soaked lover and noted that the head of Nasir's snake lay in a deep pool of thick cream. As he had still been thrusting with his hips when he came, Emmett had coated nearly Nasir's whole cock with his own jizz.
"Mmm, that's hot," Emmett moved back from straddling his spent lover and settled between Nasir's legs. He leaned down to run his tongue up his lover's cummy staff before taking it into his mouth.
"Ugh, suck me," Nasir closed his eyes as Emmett slowly and gently sucked his still hard, cum coated cock. Emmett could taste them both on his lover's pole. He brought up a hand to wrap around Nasir's bone to milk every drop of nectar he could into his mouth. Emmett at last pulled his mouth off Nasir and smiled down on his lover.
"You have cum all over you," Emmett informed.
"I know. I love it," Nasir sighed. Emmett was suddenly inspired. He ran his tongue through the thick pools of cooling semen on Nasir's abdomen. He lapped and slurped up as much of their combined loads as he could.
"Mmm," Nasir enjoyed the feel on his lover's tongue as it moved across his wet skin and through the thickly coated hair on his body. He saw Emmett move up. Nasir closed his eyes and opened his mouth to his lover, as the bigger man moved in for a kiss.
"Umm!" Nasir was surprised when a mouthful of their combined semen flowed down into his mouth from Emmett's. He at once grasped Emmett's head tightly to hold him in place as he probed Emmett's cummy mouth as deeply as he could with his tongue. Nasir let go of Emmett's head and Emmett broke their kiss as Nasir swallowed his mouthful of jizz. "That was hot!" Nasir looked up into Emmett's eyes.
"Yeah, it was," Emmett agreed. He straddled Nasir again, this time to rub the head of his dick on the furry, cummy abdomen. Emmett smiled as he coated the upper half of his shaft in the thinning milk.
"I hope you are going to put that in my mouth," Nasir gave a leer.
"My very plan," Emmett moved up to the headboard and fed his now dripping mostly hard cock into his lover's willing mouth. Both men closed their eyes as Nasir gently suckled on his lover's meat. After a long moment Emmett slowly pulled his penis from Nasir's mouth and then moved back to lay down, mostly on top of his lover. Nasir happily put his arms around the stronger man as they were both slicked by the wetness on his torso.
"Now we are both messy," Nasir spoke softly.
"So worth it," Emmett sighed.
"This was really nice. I liked it. Why have we never done this before?" Nasir asked.
"Well," Emmett moved a hand to cup Nasir's loose stones. "I hate to waste it. I much prefer you to come in my mouth, but this felt really good too. And it was nice to come together."
"I like that too. It was a real turn on to feel you come on me," Nasir admitted. "Next time we can sixty nine. Then we can come together and take it all. How does that sound, Habibi?"
"That sounds like a plan," Emmett turned his head to rest his chin on Nasir's pec. "But what if I want you inside me next time?"
"As you like. Either way, I will come in you," Nasir gave a shrug and a smile.
"Just that simple, huh?" Emmett smiled.
"Very simple, my habibi," Nasir lifted his head to give Emmett a soft kiss on his lips.
"Let's get cleaned up. Are you hungry?" Emmett rose from atop his partner.
"I am!" Nasir confirmed and rose from the bed after Emmett. They brushed their teeth and took a leisurely shower together. They washed each other's hair and bodies with long, slow, loving caresses and gentle fingers. Afterwards, fresh and clean, they dressed simply and headed for the kitchen. Nasir put on denim shorts and a white tank top that contrasted with his skin tone and highlighted his hairy chest beautifully. Emmett wore only a pair of snug jeans.
"I need to get to the grocery store," Emmett commented. "Anything in particular you would like on the menu?"
"I love that stir fry thing you do so well," Nasir opened the pantry door and pulled out a small bag of rosemary and sea salt focaccia sticks. "And let's have Garrett and Sethy over when we have that," he pulled out a stick and bit it in half.
"That's a great idea, Babe," Emmett began to slice a tomato. Nasir sat up on the counter fairly close to Emmett. He reached out to feed his lover a focaccia stick.
"And more of these," Nasir crunched. "I love these."
"I do too," Emmett agreed. He opened his mouth as Nasir fed him another. "Thanks, Babe," Emmett crunched. "Would you get me out the cheese, please," Emmett bid as he extracted a square frying pan from a lower cupboard. Nasir hopped off the counter.
"Which cheese?" Nasir asked with his face in the refrigerator.
"The gouda," Emmett clarified.
"Where is it?" Nasir asked further. Emmett could not help but smile. His partner tried, but he was helpless in the kitchen. He joined Nasir in the open door of the fridge and extracted the package of sliced gouda from the appropriate drawer.
"Sorry," Nasir made a face.
"It's okay, Nasi," Emmett gave his partner a loving kiss on his lips. Nasir reached for the stainless steel box on the counter.
"At least I know where the bread is," Nasir pulled out the loaf.
"Okay, grab me the bread, and some butter," Emmett turned on the cooktop. Nasir brought both to Emmett's side and fed him another focaccia stick. Emmett crunched and smiled at his partner.
"You're so sweet. I think I'll keep ya," Emmett teased. Nasir dropped his gaze and shook his head slowly.
"After what I put you through, I think you are most generous to do so," Nasir looked up into his partner's crystal blue eyes. "I don't deserve you, Emmett. You are such a good and kind and loving man. I am so very sorry for all the hurt I have caused you, for the times that I made you cry and doubt our future."
"Hey," Emmett put a hand to the face he loved so much. "That's all behind us, Nasi. We got through it and we're okay. Everything is going to be fine. We're together and that's all that matters."
"That is all that ever mattered, or should have ever mattered," Nasir spoke more to himself as he shook his head. He closed his eyes in blissful contentment as his big, strong lover wrapped him in his muscular arms.
"I love you, Nasi. Nothing can threaten that," Emmett held Nasir tightly.
"I love you, Emmett," Nasir spoke with feeling as he hugged the stronger man back and laid his head on the bare shoulder. They just stood and held each other for a long moment.
And then the phone rang. Had they not been holding each other at this precise moment in time, Emmett would have been cooking and Nasir almost certainly would have answered the ringing phone himself. If he had, the events which followed would have happened very differently, or not at all. As it was, Emmett turned his head to look at the phone. The caller ID on the cordless handset on the kitchen wall displayed the security door at the front door of the building. Emmett thought nothing of it. They were not expecting anyone. He figured the lady down the hall had lost her swipe card again. Emmett could reach the phone with his long arm even from where he and Nasir stood, and he did just that.
"Hello," Emmett spoke pleasantly into the handset. Nasir felt the man in his arms stiffen. He pulled his head back to look at his lover's face.
"What is it, Habibi?" Nasir asked with mild concern. He watched Emmett touch the 9 button on the phone and then hang it back up. "Who was that?" he asked with bewilderment. Emmett stepped out of his arms and shut off the cooktop.
"Lunch will have to wait a bit, Nasi," Emmett headed out of the kitchen and toward the bedroom.
"Why? Is someone coming up?" Nasir trailed after his uninformative mate and watched him put on a white V necked tee shirt that stretched across his massive chest and displayed his nipples. "What is going on, Habibi?"
"Nasi," Emmett stood before his lover and took hold of his upper arms. "I don't want you to panic. Your brother is here," Emmett informed. Panic was exactly what painted Nasir's face.
"Kasim is here! And you let him up?" Nasir gripped the arms that held him.
"Baby, I know Kasim intimidates you, but he's come a long way and we should hear what he has to say. There is nothing he can do to us. You are safe here," Emmett assured.
"Emmett," Nasir shook his head gravely. "You have not seen him at his worst."
"Nasi, he cannot, he will not, hurt you," Emmett looked intently into his lover's frightened soft brown eyes and tried very hard to feed him strength. Nasir jumped when a fist hit their door with a forceful double thump.
"Wait in the living room, Babe. I'll let him in," Emmett squeezed Nasir's shoulders and let him go.
"This is a mistake," Nasir shook his head.
"It'll be okay, Nasi," Emmett headed for the front door. He opened it wide to find a reasonably handsome Arab with a trim black goatee, not quite as tall as his partner, that he instantly recognized. Nasir's brother wore a tan silk suit and a dark dress shirt with no tie. Only the very top button was open.
"Hello, Kasim," Emmett spoke in a strong, confident voice.
"You," recognition dawned on Kasim's face. "I remember you. The designer we met in Las Vegas that time," he shook his head. "I should have known."
"Kasim, I'm Emmett, in case you don't remember my name. It's nice to meet you again," Emmett offered his hand. He wanted to make every effort to make this meeting amiable. Kasim looked down at Emmett's hand like it was diseased. He could not imagine that this faggot expected him to shake his hand.
"Okay," Emmett gave a nod and dropped his hand. "You don't have to shake my hand. There is no reason we can't be friends, Kasim."
Kasim's eyebrows went up slowly. "Oh, no?" he asked with incredulity. This huge faggot was unbelievable.
"As long as we can all be cool, you are welcome in our home. Please come in," Emmett stepped back. His guest laughed to himself and shook his head.
"Where is my brother?" Kasim asked as he walked into the condo. Emmett shut the door behind him.
"Kasim," Nasir said warily as his older brother walked into the living room where he stood. Kasim's eyes went wide as took in how Nasir was dressed.
"Is this how you dress now?" Kasim gestured as he spoke in Arabic. Emmett moved to stand close up behind his partner at his right shoulder.
"Speak English, Kasim," Nasir directed in English.
"I do not care if your big queer designer understands me," Kasim spoke with amusement, again in Arabic. "Is this how you honor Allah, Nasir? Is this how you honor your family?" he gestured to both Nasir and Emmett.
"You speak of honor to me! You dishonor yourself by deliberately speaking in a language this man cannot understand in his own home," Nasir grew heated.
"All right," Kasim nodded. "If that is how you want it, we will speak English. Now, answer my question."
"What was the question?" Emmett tried to catch up.
"How do I dishonor Allah and my family by loving someone?" Nasir countered. Kasim's eyes went wide again.
"The nonsense you speak! What has this American queer done to you, Nasir?" Kasim was again incredulous.
"I will tell you what this man has done to me, Kasim. He loves me. He has shown me what love is," Nasir stated with conviction.
"Love," Kasim scoffed.
"I do not expect you to understand, Kasim, for I know that you are incapable of it," Nasir struck back.
"Is this what you want, Nasir?" Kasim looked to Emmett and back to his brother. "You want to dress like some kind of sex slave boy and be a faggot?"
"Kasim, we talked about being cool," Emmett spoke with a firm tone. "That's not cool."
"People dress like this in America," Nasir defended.
"American faggots do," Kasim countered.
"Kasim!" Emmett raised his voice.
"I do not care what you think anyway," Nasir gave a dismissive wave.
"And you think I care what your big faggot thinks?" Kasim gestured.
"Don't call him that!" Nasir made fists. Kasim only chuckled in amusement and shook his head.
"Why did you come here, Kasim? What do you want?" Nasir demanded.
"You think I wanted to come into your little queer love nest?" Kasim asked.
"Why did you then?" Nasir demanded further.
"Because father sent me, Nasir," Kasim stated.
"Why?" Nasir's voice lost the strong edge. He was more afraid of his father than he was of Kasim.
"You have made quite a mess. Did you know that?" Kasim folded his arms across his chest. "You have brought shame on three good and prominent families."
"Three families?" Nasir furrowed his brow.
"By involving his wife, you have soiled Sadiq with your deviant filth as well," Kasim stated. Nasir's eyes went wide. How could he have forgotten about the one person who had tried to help him, his dear, sweet sister?
"What have you done with Samira?" Nasir demanded.
"I took her home to her husband on the way here. She is his problem. If Sadiq has any brains, he will beat her," Kasim spoke casually.
"You speak of our little sister! You are a monster, Kasim," Nasir slowly shook his head.
"You live like this," Kasim gestured toward Emmett again, "committing grievous sins against Allah and nature, and I am the monster."
"Say what you came to say and get out!" Nasir rose his voice in frustration and anger.
"Father wants you to come home," Kasim gave a shrug.
"I bet he does," Nasir nodded.
"Sadiq wants to see you arrested and tried, but, personally, I would rather just see you taken into the desert," Kasim informed with little feeling.
"Kasim," Emmett raised a hand, "you can't be saying what it sounds like you are saying."
"Father, however, has decided to forgive you," Kasim ignored Emmett completely.
"Why would he do that?" Nasir was dubious.
"Because Sheikh al Gargawi has been most embarrassed by this whole mess. He was even questioned, however politely, by the Dubai Police. You may not even know that Pankaj is dead," Kasim began.
"Yes, I do know," Nasir spoke softly.
"The man who killed him is a friend of Faraj al Gargawi and works for the Sheikh. Now a good man faces possible prison time for doing what he thought was right. He did not know he was killing a family servant," Kasim stated.
"Kasim," Emmett started again, "you make it sound like there's no problem a man lost his life, it was just the wrong one."
"What is your point?" Kasim asked flatly.
"You waste your breath, Habibi," Nasir shook his head.
"Habibi!" Kasim seized onto this word. He raised his eyebrows and gave a laugh. "You are so sweet to each other, you two faggots."
"Don't call us that!" Nasir made fists in his anger again. This only served to delight his brother further.
"Kasim, you are my partner's brother, so I have cut you a lot of slack, but you are really pushing it," Emmett became menacing as he leaned forward.
"Partner!" Kasim seized onto this next. "What is this partner?"
"Kasim, I know that you will never be able to understand this, but this man is my lover, my equal, my partner in life," Nasir began. "He is more truly my partner than Rania will ever be yours. I pity you, that you will never know this kind of joy in the person you love. If you were even capable of loving someone. Kasim, for the first time in my life, I am happy, because of this man. Can you not understand that? Will you never understand?"
"The nonsense that comes out of your mouth!" Kasim shook his head. "Much against my will, and better judgement, I am sent here by our father to bring you home."
"I will not go," Nasir stated firmly.
"Yes, you will," Kasim was confident. "One way, or the other, you will. Father and Sheikh al Gargawi have come to an understanding. I never will, but they are willing to forgive, and forget, this whole unfortunate affair. As long as you come home, and be a husband, and be a man. And you will never, ever see this big fucking American queer, ever again."
"Then I would beg you to take me into the desert yourself, for the fate you describe is worse for me than death," Nasir spoke with conviction.
"And you don't think I want to? Only father's orders protect you," Kasim took great pleasure in informing his brother of this. "It is no more than a faggot, like you have become, deserves!"
"Kasim, that is enough!" Emmett was pushed to his very limit. "Nasir has taken all the shit from you he is going to take. I think I have been more than patient with you, but I promise you this," he leaned around Nasir with a finger raised to make his point. "You call my partner a faggot, one more time, and I will knock you on your ass. Believe it!"
Kasim's face lit up with amusement. It pleased him no end that he was able to get under their skin. "How nice that you have the giant American queer to protect you from your brother, a real man," he shook his head. "I told father this would be pointless."
"You know what a real man is, Kasim?" Nasir smiled for the first time. "A real man is someone who can love, and care for, and nurture the physical and emotional well being of another person, and then accept that same love in return. You think that you are a real man, but you are not at all. I have only pity for you, Kasim."
"You have only pity for me?" Kasim became heated. "I have only disgust for you! Both of you goat fucking faggots disgust me!" he leaned forward, as he spouted his vitriol, and spit at Nasir.
Kasim never even saw it coming. This was the proverbial straw that broke Emmett McCarty's back. His right fist shot over and around Nasir's shoulder and slammed dead center into Kasim's face with terrible, bone cracking force. The caustic Arab was sent backwards, right off his feet. Nasir's eyes went wide as he watched his brother land on his back.
"Ah," Kasim attempted to recover as blood poured down his face from his broken nose. He leaned up on one elbow and wiped at his face with the sleeve of his suit jacket, ruining it. "Hah!" he winced in pain as he just lightly touched his nose. Then he laughed. That he was injured and bleeding did not mean as much to him as the satisfaction of knowing that he had pushed them to their breaking point.
"Now get the fuck out of our home!" Emmett stood with his hands yet curled into powerful and dangerous fists. Nasir stood dumbfounded with his mouth agape.
"It did not have to be like this, Kasim," Emmett stood over the hateful man. "I was fully prepared to like you. You are my partner's brother and I would welcome a relationship with you. My brother knows and loves Nasir. My whole family does. If you, and your father, and the rest of you cannot accept and love Nasir for who he is, then you can all go to hell! What you will not do, is insult him in his own home, for one more fucking second."
Kasim laughed again. He continued to wipe at the blood that ran down his face with both already soiled sleeves. "You are both such sick fucking deviants," he shook his head.
"That's it," Emmett grabbed Kasim by his suit jacket and hefted him to his feet. "You need to go before I pound you right through the fucking floor," he took hold of the bloody shirt and jacket in one hand, and led Kasim forcibly toward the door. Kasim knew better than to resist in any way.
"This is not over, Nasir!" Kasim called back as he was led away. "You will come home. And on that day I will take you into the desert myself!"
"Listen to me Kasim," Emmett opened the front door. "Anyone who wants to hurt Nasir had just better remember that they will have to come through me first. Now, you have a nice rest of your life, and don't darken our door again. At least not until you can behave like a compassionate Human Being," he then shoved Kasim out the door, watched him stumble backward into the far wall, and slammed the door in his face.
Nasir still stood frozen in shock in the middle of the living room. Emmett returned and saw the look on his lover's face.
"Oh, God, Nasi, I'm so sorry," Emmett held out his hands.
"No," Nasir shook his head. "No, no. Please don't be sorry. You handled that the only way you could."
"I shouldn't have punched your brother," Emmett took a step toward Nasir.
"No," Nasir shook his head again. "I am glad that you did. He very much deserved it. You should have done more."
"I wanted to put him through the wall," Emmett gave a hint of a smile.
"But it would only fuel his rage. I don't know what he will do now," Nasir hugged himself. Emmett stepped up to Nasir and took him in his strong arms.
"He will go back home empty handed, that's what he'll do," Emmett stated.
"I do not think we have heard the last of him," Nasir expressed his fear.
"There is nothing he can do to you, Babe. You're safe here. In our home, with me, you're safe," Emmett assured. Nasir just rested his head on Emmett's big shoulder. He gave a sigh and let the tension drain from his body.
"I should go see if they have shut me out of the system. I hope my father will let me continue to work for him," Nasir stepped out of Emmett's embrace. Emmett watched his lover walk into their home office and sit down at his desk.
"I'll get lunch ready," Emmett headed for the kitchen.
"Thank you, Habibi," Nasir called after him. He turned on his computer and checked his emails. There was nothing unusual so far. Nasir logged onto the virtual private network and accessed the servers at the company offices in Dubai. Again, there was nothing unusual. He thought to check in with his assistant, but it was nearly midnight in the Emirates. He sent the man an email and called to leave a quick message in Arabic on his voicemail. Nasir then sent his father a polite, but strictly work related email as well. He took a deep breath and rose from his desk. Emmett looked up from where he plated their sandwiches.
"Everything okay, Nasi?" Emmett set their plates on the breakfast bar.
"So far, so good, as you like to say," Nasir informed.
"Maybe your dad will be cool," Emmett was hopeful.
"It hardly seems likely," Nasir shook his head, "but nothing has happened yet. I sent him an email."
"Wanna take these outside? Looks like a beautiful day," Emmett suggested. Nasir turned and looked out the windows for the first time.
"That's a good idea, Habibi," Nasir walked to the balcony doors and slid them open while Emmett carried their plates.
"Sit down, Babe," Emmett bid as he set their food on the round table. "You want a beer?"
"We just got up, but, yes I do," Nasir answered. Emmett gave a smile and gave his partner a quick kiss on his lips before heading back inside to retrieve them both a cold one. They ate leisurely and enjoyed the fresh air of the summer day. Emmett found it on the warm side. He pulled his white tee shirt off and tossed it on an empty chair.
"Maybe we should move to the Emirates. I will change my name, so no one will know who I am," Nasir spoke. The hint of a smile played at his eyes.
"Why in the world would we want to do that?" Emmett asked.
"Because when the weather is warm, you shed your clothes," Nasir gave a grin.
"Okay, you got me," Emmett laughed. "Maybe we could just move to Vegas or Phoenix. It can get plenty hot there and we would still be safe. Besides, I don't ever want you to change your name. I love my Nasir bin Omar al Qasimi," he leaned over to give his lover another kiss. "And," Emmett stood from his chair and popped the button on his jeans, "I will always shed my clothes for you, no matter what."
Nasir smiled and reached for Emmett's zipper. Emmett giggled and danced away, picking up their dirty plates as he went.
"Oh, you think you can get away from me?" Nasir rose and followed his partner into their home. He casually walked up behind Emmett where the bare chested man stood at the sink. Nasir circled his arms around Emmett and gripped his big pecs.
"I would never try to get away from you," Emmett turned his head as Nasir leaned over his shoulder to kiss him. "You could have had a very happy married life, but now you're stuck with me," Emmett gave a mock sigh. Nasir just laughed.
"The man who is stuck with you is the happiest man on the planet as a result," Nasir shook his head. He stepped back from Emmett. "I am going to check my emails again."
"How late is it there?" Emmett asked his lover's departing form.
"Quite late. Probably there is nothing," Nasir called back as he walked into the office. Emmett walked back out onto the balcony to grab the two empty bottles. He returned to the kitchen to rinse them out and just reached for the faucet when he heard Nasir exclaim.
"La, Allah!" Nasir cried from his desk. Emmett knew by those words and the tone of his partner's voice, that whatever it was, was not good. He left the bottles on the counter and rushed to the office.
"Nasi, what is it?" Emmett asked as he found his lover reading intently on his computer monitor with his hand on his forehead.
"It is an email from my father's secretary," Nasir began.
"I remember him," Emmett gave a nod.
"I am dismissed," Nasir informed.
"I'm sorry, Babe," Emmett walked around to stand beside his partner and rested a reassuring hand on the darker bare shoulder.
"I am probably locked out of the system," Nasir tried to log back into the network. "And I am. I am unemployed! What are we going to do?" he smacked his hand back to his forehead.
"Don't stress, Nasi. Our home is paid for. Our cars are paid for. We can easily live on what I make," Emmett pointed out. "It's okay. You'll find another job and it doesn't matter how long it takes. It's okay, Babe," he squeezed and rubbed his lover's shoulder.
"I wonder," Nasir reached for his mouse and started clicking and typing. The longer he worked the more agitated he became. "I am shut out of all the accounts in Dubai and Zurich and my American Express is cancelled! They have cut me off completely!"
"Hey, I know it's upsetting, but we're gonna be okay," Emmett assured again.
"I did manage, over time, to funnel some money to accounts here in my name only. They should not be able to do anything about that. If they even know about it," Nasir logged into yet another bank website. "That seems to be okay. We have a little money."
"How much is a little?" Emmett asked.
"Fifteen million only," Nasir answered in all seriousness.
"Fifteen million!" Emmett gave his booming laugh.
"Why do you laugh?" Nasir did not at all get it.
"Nasi, that's a shitload of money! We could just live off the interest on that money and neither of us would have to work," Emmett shook his head.
"Do you think?" Nasir turned back to his screen.
"I don't think we should actually do that. I mean, I love my job and I couldn't just do nothing," Emmett stated.
"I know, me too. I like what I do," Nasir agreed. "I mean, did."
"You'll do it again, Babe. You'll find something you like. And it doesn't matter how long it takes. We don't even have to touch your money. We can just live on what I bring home. Might be good for us," Emmett mused. "No more half million dollar sports cars," he added with a smile.
"No more SLRs? Well, how about an SLS? They are only about half of that," Nasir teased. "A bargain."
"No more SL-anythings," Emmett shook his head.
"It has gullwing doors," Nasir pointed out.
Emmett bent to give his lover a soft kiss on his full lips. "Smart ass."
"Would you like to see how smart my ass is? Maybe with your cock in it?" Nasir suggested.
"I think you could talk me into that," Emmett smiled. "How about first, we run to the grocery store? We'll go over to Mad Mar. It's where all we gay boys shop."
"You want me to go to the grocery store?" Nasir could not imagine it. "That is something you and Sethy do."
"Well, Seth is at work just right now and we need to go," Emmett pointed out. "I thought as you are unemployed at the moment, and have a little extra time on your hands, you might like to learn the fine art of grocery shopping."
"I would like to do that," Nasir thought a moment. "I can even go while you are at work!"
"Easy, big boy. Come with me and learn the store first," Emmett smiled from the doorway.
"Let me just try Samira again," Nasir picked up his cell and scrolled to her name. He put the phone to his ear and Emmett knew from the look on his face something was wrong.
"What is it, Babe?" Emmett asked.
"Her number is no longer in service. Sadiq has cancelled her phone!" Nasir took his cell from his ear and just stared at it.
"What if we call her house?" Emmett mused.
"We can only try," Nasir scrolled through, put the cell to his ear and waited again. The double ring of the UK telephone exchange sounded in his ear only twice.
"Hello!" the voice came through as a demanding bark. Nasir took a deep breath to summon his courage.
"Hello?" Sadiq barked again.
"Sadiq, it is Nasir," he spoke cauciously.
"Nasir! You have some nerve calling here! You fucking goat fucker! Do you know what you have done?" Sadiq grew more heated with each word.
"Sadiq, please," Nasir begged.
"I called you my brother. I kissed you on your cheek! I entrusted my wife to you! All so you could fly home with your faggot lover? What did you hope to accomplish? What is the matter with you, Nasir?" Sadiq demanded. He was then silent, clearly wanting an actual answer.
"Sadiq, I am gay," Nasir said simply.
"Gay. What a pretty little Western word. An abomination is what you are," Sadiq spat the word through the phone. Nasir looked to Emmett with sad, desperate eyes. Emmett came forward and put his hand on his lover's shoulder in solidarity.
"Please, I just want to know if Samira is okay," Nasir spoke quietly.
"No thanks to you! Do you know that your father hit her? Your father put his hands in anger on my wife, my wife, because of you!" Sadiq shouted through the phone. "He had no right to lay a hand on my wife, but he did, and it is all your fault!"
"Please tell me that she is alright, Sadiq. Please tell me that you did not hit her. Kasim said-" Nasir began.
"I don't care what that asshole said. Do you think I would beat the wife I love? I am not the monster you or your brother are. My family will have nothing more to do with yours, I promise you that," Sadiq pledged.
"Will you let me speak with her, Sadiq? Just for a moment. I would really like to hear her voice," Nasir begged.
"No! Neither I, nor my wife, will ever have anything to say to you, ever again! Do not call my home again, Nasir," Sadiq commanded.
"Sadiq," Nasir closed his eyes and put down his phone. His brother in law had hung up. Emmett knelt beside Nasir's chair and put his arms around him.
"That didn't sound like it went very well," Emmett concluded.
"No," Nasir confirmed as he rested the side of his face on the top of Emmett's head. In truth, it went exactly as he imagined it would. That didn't stop the tears.
In spite of it all Nasir very much enjoyed his first ever trip to a grocery store later that day and marveled at all the things he discovered there. He was even more thrilled to find that at least half of the customers in the store were gay men and women. That evening Emmett and Nasir took some of their groceries up to the 15th floor. Nasir wore gym shorts and a red tee shirt. He carried his gym bag and racquet. Emmett wore only a pair of gym shorts and had a towel over one shoulder. Seth met them at the door in only black lycra bicycle shorts in which The King, even at rest, snaked quite obviously half way to his knee.
"Hey, I guess I missed all the excitement this afternoon," Seth had a kiss for both men.
"Emmett broke my brother's nose. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," Nasir was proud of his man and put a hand on Emmett's bare shoulder as he spoke. "I wish you could have been there, Sethy. No one was ever as deserving as Kasim."
"I'm not actually proud of it," Emmett stated.
"Believe it or not, I have seen Emmy break a nose before," Seth thought back. "And that guy was pretty deserving too."
"Where is Garrett?" Nasir asked.
"He's getting dressed," Seth peered into one of Emmett's shopping bags. "What are we having?"
"Chicken stir fry," Emmett answered.
"Oh, yummy. You have the stuff for the Thai peanut sauce?" Seth asked as he and Emmett headed for the kitchen. They thought nothing of Nasir heading for the master bedroom.
"Of course I do," Emmett answered.
Garrett emerged from one of the two walk in closets in the master bedroom clad in only a jock, just as his best friend strolled into the room through the open double doors.
"Ah, Nasir," Garrett greeted as he adjusted himself in his pouch. "I understand you are a gentleman of leisure now," he pulled a loose tank top on over his head.
"It would seem so, though not by choice," Nasir confirmed. "Garrett, Sethy told you my brother was here?"
"And I gather there was rather an altercation," Garrett stepped into and pulled up his gym shorts.
"Kasim is so mean and so hateful. I can't even tell you. Garrett, I have been afraid of my older brother for all of my life," Nasir admitted to his closest friend what he would never tell another soul. He stood before the long bench at the foot of the big bed, where Garrett sat to put on his socks and sneakers. "I did not want to see Kasim. Emmett let him in when I was very much against it. My brother was every bit as monstrous as I knew he would be, and Emmett defended me. He protected me, Garrett."
"Emmett is especially qualified, and I think it very much comes naturally to him. He would never let anyone hurt you, Nasir. He would die first," Garrett rose from the bench, having tied his shoes.
"I did not think it possible to love him any more, but I do. It was the most incredible, wonderful thing," Nasir spoke with wonder. "He is the most incredible, wonderful man."
"I know he feels the same way about you," Garrett smiled as he picked up his gym bag and racquet from where Seth laid them for him on the bed. Nasir put his hand on Garrett's shoulder as they walked out of the bedroom and toward the front door together. Emmett and Seth met them in the entry hall and walked out to the elevator with them. Emmett carried a big bottle of water and Seth carried his yoga mat. The two shirtless men would ride down as far as the building gym with them.
"Hey, Garrett," Emmett had a kiss for his best friend's husband.
"Emmett, quite a day," Garrett gave the bigger man a squeeze on his forearm.
"Yeah," Emmett displayed an almost sheepish grin.
"Oh, Honey, will you stop and get some sushi on your way home? You know the one I like," Seth requested.
"Whatever you wish, Sweetness," Garrett smiled and ran a hand down the back of Seth's head. The lift stopped at the lobby level where the gym was located. Emmett and Seth turned in unison to kiss their partners.
"Have fun in the gym," Nasir bid.
"It's just the usual. I'll do my yoga while Emmy bench presses a chevy," Seth was dry as he strolled out of the lift.
"Oh, Garrett, have you been to the grocery store?" Nasir gasped his best friend's bare shoulder with the enthusiasm of a kid.
"As it happens, I have," Garrett confirmed before the doors closed them in.
"He's pretty excited about that," Seth looked up at his hulking friend.
"You should have seen him in the store," Emmett added.
"Your lives can get back to normal now, Emmy," Seth reached up to take Emmett's hand as they walked together.
"I know. It's quite a relief to put all this crap behind us," Emmett took a deep breath. He used his swipe card to let them into the fitness room. "Though Nasi won't be working from home anymore."
"Sure he will," Seth countered as he laid out his mat under the windows that looked out to the street. "He'll be working on finding a new job."
"Yeah, I guess you're right, Sweetie," Emmett tossed his towel on a nearby machine as he sat on the benchpress bench. "I just hope it doesn't take him too long. It doesn't matter if it does, but I'm worried that he'll get bored and restless."
"I'm sure between the three of us we can keep his mind occupied," Seth began his sun salutation. "And I am quite confident you can keep his body occupied."
"Oh, yeah. It's a chore, but somebody has to do it," Emmett joked while he adjusted the weight pin. Seth just giggled.
"What?" Emmett laid down on the bench and grasped the handles of the machine.
"I'm trying to imagine you thinking of sex as a chore," Seth switched to as close an approximation of Emmett's voice as he could manage, "Okay, stick it in," Seth giggled again. This time Emmett joined him.
Nasir sat at his desk alone in the quiet condo. He wore only a pair of Emmett's gray cut off sweat shorts. Emmett had departed for work over an hour ago, all dapper in his dress clothes. Before he left, Emmett told him how sexy he looked in the shorts that sat so low on his hips, and made him promise that he would not shower and still be wearing them when Emmett got home. It was a promise Nasir was only too happy to make. He sat now surfing the net to investigate companies that specialized in large scale building projects, hotels in particular. He was reading carefully when the house phone rang. Nasir considered not answering. Anyone calling for him would use his cell. Then he noticed the caller ID displayed the security door at the front of the building and picked up.
"Yes?" Nasir asked.
"Nasir al Qasimi?" the voice returned.
"Oh, yes. Come right up," Nasir touched the 9 key and hung up the phone. He walked to the door when the rap came two minutes later, pausing to grab a twenty from his wallet first. They were expecting the luggage Emmett abandoned at the Madinat Jumeirah to arrive within the next day. Who else could it be? Nasir opened the door, still wearing only the the loose shorts that sat low on his hips, to find two officious looking men in dark suits, and no luggage.
"Yes?" Nasir's smile faded.
"Nasir al Qasimi?" one of them asked.
"Yes," Nasir confirmed.
"I'm Agent Collins, this is Agent Woods," the same one spoke as they both produced very official looking badges. "We're with USCIS, Mr. Qasimi."
"USCIS?" Nasir had no idea what that was.
"United States Citizenship and Immigration Service," Collins informed.
"Oh," Nasir had no idea. Agent Woods produced an envelope and handed it to Nasir.
"Your Business Visa has been revoked, Mr. Qasimi. You have forty eight hours to leave the country voluntarily, or be deported," Woods informed.
"What? But," Nasir stammered in his shock, "I live here."
"You may own property here, sir, but you do not have US Residency," Collins took back up. "Again, you have forty eight hours to leave the United States on your own, or face Deportation."
"I live here, with my partner," Nasir gestured behind him. "I can't go back to the Emirates!"
"You can take that up with an Immigration Judge, Mr. Qasimi. It's not up to us. Have a nice day, sir," Collins gave a nod and the two of them strode away down the corridor. Nasir stood there in dumb, numb shock in the open doorway, staring at the big envelope in his hands. He had no idea how long he stood like that. Nasir had thought his troubles were over. He knew who was behind this. Kasim was right. It was not over.
Nasir somehow managed to close the door and slumped to the floor against it. He would have to go back now. When they had made it safely back to the States, the thought of a long and happy life with Emmett filled him with such joy. Now he had two days. Two days to look into Emmett's dimpled, smiling face. Two days to share his gentle, loving touch. Two days left to love. Two days left of light and air. And then he would never see the love of his life, ever again.
Back in the Emirates, Kasim and his friends would no doubt, and with great glee, take him into the desert the very day he arrived. And if by some chance they did not, he would beg them to do it, for he would then welcome death. Fresh tears sprang from his eyes.
"Min fudluk, Allah," Nasir begged the God he couldn't quite bring himself to believe in anyway. All he wanted was to be left alone and live a happy life with Emmett. Why was that too much to ask? "Min fudluk," he whispered as his tears ran down his face.
Even as he prayed, alone and devastated, Nasir could not imagine what could save him now. His happiness, his life, was over. He had to go back to the place that he once called home. It was now only his hell.