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So here we go, chapter two of Changed the way you Kiss Me.
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His key turning in the lock was far too loud in his ears and the practically non-existent creak of the door opening was bursting his eardrums, the click of the door closing echoed throughout his skull and the whole house.
Stumbling out of his dress shoes and flinging his coat and wallet in a random direction, Malik shuffled over to the master bedroom, half expecting Altair to be sitting up in bed, waiting for him.
"Alt…." Where was he? The bed was rumpled and clearly slept in but Altair was no-where to be seen.
The kitchen, bathroom and living room also proved fruitless.
Stopping infront of the mirror, Malik looked at his shameful reflection. His eyes were red and puffy, his lips were swollen and all he could smell around him was that blonde.
Collapsing onto the couch, one thought swam around his head like a torrent, "What the fuck have I done?"
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Sitting outside a small coffee shop just a couple of miles from his home, Altair sat people watching. A habit he partook in when he had too much on his mind. His drink, balancing on his knee by his hands was untouched.
When he had woken up at 7am and Malik still wasn't back, Altair, sick to his stomach donned the previous days jeans and black hoodie and just started walking.
It was just after 8.30am and people were starting to queue up for drinks. A few looked at him then looked away as if they were scared. True enough he was sitting on his own, drink untouched, eagle peaked hood pulled over his head, pulled so low that you couldn't see his eyes unless you crouched down. When you did get a glimpse of those eyes, they were almost glowing sunrise yellow.
"Anyone sitting there?" Came a polite voice to his right.
Glancing around quickly, Altair noted that his table was the only one with a vacant seat at it.
"Sure. Knock yourself out." He gestured to the chair by kicking it out slightly from under the table.
The woman sat down, placed her bag on her knee and tore open a packet of sugar for her morning pick up coffee.
"Rough night?" She questioned just after Altair sighed to himself.
"Something like that."
"Me too. With the hangover I have thismorning, I need this drink. Never again will I go to a works party and get so drunk."
Altair finally looked at the woman as she continued chattering away.
Her light blonde hair was piled on top of her head in a messy bun, errant strands falling over her pretty face and eyes. He could tell she had done a touch up on her make-up, clearly still wearing the previous days. He watched her as she pulled a small compact out of her bag and quickly swept a light sheen of red gloss over plump, pouting lips. Was that a hickey on her neck? Nah, just a shadow.
"Take it you had a rough night yourself?"
The blonde smiled as she popped her lips to spread the colour of the gloss before she extended a hand to Altair.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Lucy."
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His skin was raw from scrubbing.
Scrubbing to remove everything that happened the previous night.
Tears poured from his eyes as he reached for the shampoo for the third time.
His mind kept flinging him back to a couple of hours previous no matter how he tried to block it out.
"W-who the fuck are you?" Malik screamed as he vaulted out of the bed, sheet covering his modesty.
"Seriously, please do not shout Mal."
"Fuck! Do not call me that!" He yelled as he began pulling on his discarded clothes.
He watched the woman out of the corner of his eye as he changed. He vaguely recognised her from the firm. Yes, that was it, she worked in the offices in the sister building across from his. Very nice, very friendly, helped him when he got lost on his first day.
"It's Lucy and I don't recall you having trouble remembering it last night."
Last night….yes, they had went down the street to a small club where he had done jelly shots with a few of his team. Rosa had given up and Lucy took over to win for the girls.
They had chatted drunkenly about crap for the best part of an hour when Rosa announced that Leo was there to pick her up. Malik declined the offer for a ride.
Himself, Lucy and another guy, Shaun who he worked with stayed to drink some more and dance. Shaun had given up too and headed home leaving just Malik and Lucy. They danced for a while, he remembered the lights, blasting music and the gyrating bodies all round him. Next thing he knew, Lucy was grinding her body up against his, breasts straining against his chest, one of her legs in-between his.
She had kissed him first outside the club, pushed him against a wall and kissed him hard. Stumbling down the street, practically lip locked the entire way, he remembered, now with clarity, the room they fell into. The feel of her beasts as he pulled the strapless bra from her and took pebbled nipples between his teeth. The heat of her body as his fingers pushed her underwear aside before he started fucking her without preamble. The yelp she produced when he bit down hard at the base of her neck when he came.
"Fuck!" He almost screamed when he couldn't find a shoe.
He looked up to see a sombre looking Lucy nudging it over towards him.
After pulling the offending item on, he grabbed his discarded jacket and wallet, about to run for the door when a hand grasping his wrist stopped him.
"What?" He yelled at the now dressed Lucy.
"It's no big deal really. We were both drunk. We had sex….these things happen."
Another thought smashed through Malik's skull like a steam roller.
"Did we use…." "Yes. No worries there. No way do I wanna be saddled with an accident."
Malik felt his eyes burning, his throat was dry and his chest tight. The tie around his neck that Altair had made for him was like a brand, burning into his skin. He was unaware that the tears were rolling down his cheeks until small fingers brushed them away.
"Get off me." He growled when he registered Lucy's concerned touches.
"Seriously, it's not that bad. I think you're overreacting Mal."
"Do not call me that….wait….did you say not that bad?" Malik hissed out as he backed himself towards the door.
"Yes, see? Already forgotten." Lucy smiled, although it didn't reach her eyes.
"For you perhaps! Do you have a partner waiting at home for you? Have you just fucked up his life?"
"H-his?" Lucy stuttered out.
"Yes! His! The reason this is a big fucking deal is because I'm gay! And I've just shattered the man I loves heart!"
Lucy visibly sank in on herself and stepped back from Malik so quickly it was as if she had been burned.
"Fuck!" He yelled again before turning on his heel and storming from the room.
Collapsing onto the tiles below his feet, Malik's guts churned inside him. He couldn't keep this from Altair. Secrets didn't help a relationship in any way, they destroyed them.
Shivering despite the scalding water pouring down on top of him, Malik curled in on himself in the bottom of the shower. All pride was gone as he cried, the echoes of his self inflicted torment filling the small home.
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"Damn, he sounds like a bit of an asshole." Altair remarked, totally noncommittal as Lucy told him all about her night.
"Yeah….shit happens when you drink too much I guess."
"What was the guys name?"
"Ahh, not worth remembering….ah shit! I'm running late." Lucy said as she hurriedly shoved her mobile and her compact back into her bag.
"You have a nice day Altair. It was nice meeting you!" She called over her shoulder as she weaved her way round tables and out onto the street.
Saying nothing, Altair placed his still untouched and now frozen cup back onto the table, pulled his hood further down over his face and dodged round the tables in the opposite direction of Lucy, hands deep in his pockets as he headed home.
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The key turning in the lock jarred Malik from a fruitless nap on the couch. His stomach started churning again and his face went unbearably hot, so much so he felt a bit faint.
He immediately felt worse when he saw Altair stepping over the threshold, pulling off his hoodie in the process.
He got a slight glare from his lover as he watched him toe off his well worn Converse trainers.
Cautiously, as if the slightest quick movement would shatter the room and the silence around him, Malik stood and took a few steps towards Altair who was standing in just his jeans.
"Altair….I."
"Where the fuck were you? Come the fuck here." Altair questioned and demanded at the same time as he took two long strides over to Malik and pulled him into his arms.
Malik tried, he really did. Every fibre in his body was telling him to back off and talk to Altair but, he couldn't. Just the feeling of those powerful arms around him. Altair's scent all around him. The musky smell of outdoors, woodwork and well, just Altair. His warm breath ghosting over his ear.
Malik felt his heart pound in his chest as he wrapped his arms far too tightly around the slightly taller males waist.
Feeling warm hands cup his cheeks, Malik looked into Altair's intense yellow/gold eyes. It felt like Altair could see right through him. See the unfaithful thing he had become. See the huge letter A burned into his forehead. Could see the image of that woman burned into his mind with her sunshine hair and huge blue eyes.
When Altair's lips touched his own, Malik threw himself desperately into the kiss which rapidly became clanking teeth and clashing tongues. His already kiss bruised lips burned at the contact and for a brief moment, Malik wondered if Altair could taste the other woman on him.
Altair pushed Malik away slightly, gasping for breath.
That kiss felt...wrong. It didn't feel like the normal kisses between them, even the rough kisses during sex. He didn't know what it felt like but it was just wrong.
"Mal? What's wrong?"
Malik's eyes widened at Altair at the use of his pet name. Fuck! Lucy had called him that after the sex as they lay sweating and tangled up in the bed sheets.
"Malik? What's wrong?" Altair persisted, his usual emotionless sounding voice cracking slightly.
Malik said nothing as he grabbed the younger male and forced their mouths together once more.
His jaw ached as he poured his heart and soul into the kiss.
Both men pulled, clawed and pushed at each other as they staggered through the living room to their bedroom, never stopping the brutal kiss they were engaged in.
Altair, still slightly confused from Malik's apparent rage slammed the shorter male up against the wall, pushing his whole body against him as he ground his hips against the others, groaning deeply at the feeling of their clothed erections grating off of one another.
While biting and nipping at Altair's lower lip and jaw, Malik, using Altair for leverage, pulled himself up and wrapped his legs around the others waist like a vice.
Feeling those long legs curl round him caused Altair to pull away from the biting kisses as his head fell back slightly, a deep groan rumbling out from his chest. Hooking his arms under Malik's backside, he thrust his hips upwards slightly, hissing at the feeling of his erection straining at his jeans.
Malik wound his arms round Altair's neck, finger nails leaving red scratches in the tanned flesh of Altair's upper back. His head fell backwards and bumped against the wall as he felt the first thrust against him. He was aching, bursting and the constant heavy friction through his own jeans was driving him insane.
Surging forwards, Altair caught Malik's swollen lips with his own again as he started dry fucking him through their jeans up against the wall. His tongue simulated what his hips were doing and he soon found himself relishing in the sounds coming from Malik's throat.
With orgasm creeping up on the two males, Altair pulled Malik's arms from round his neck and twisted the two of them round, effectively throwing the older male from his perch to bounce onto the still unmade bed.
Immediately following suit, Altair claimed those lips with his own again, deft fingers scratching down Malik's stomach to quickly unbutton his jeans and pull them from his body.
Reaching blindly over to the bedside table, yanking open the only drawer and delving about, Altair could have done a small victory lap around the room when he finally found what he was looking for. Dipping two fingers into the tub until they were well slicked, he quickly brought those fingers down between their bodies, circling the clenching muscle once or twice before easing one finger in.
"Fuck! I'm not going to break!" Came the frustrated shout from Malik who had broken the kiss and was pushing his head back into the bed sheets, fingers clenching and unclenching in the soft fabric.
Latching onto the sweat streaked dark skin of Malik's neck, Altair thrust his middle finger in beside the first, fingers scissoring, searching until, Malik's body pulled taught like a bow string and a silent scream poured from his lips. Smirking through the sweat trickling down his face, Altair incessantly ran his fingers over the other males prostate while his other hand stroked up and down the turgid flesh resting proudly against Malik's stomach, each prod, push or pull, forcing a different sound from Malik's lips.
So caught up reducing Malik to nothing but jelly, Altair almost missed an impatient hand scrabbling at his jeans, easily popping the button and pushing them enough to free his own straining erection.
Pulling his fingers from the heat that had engulfed them, Altair nudged Malik's hand away before replacing it with his own, quickly covering his erection in the left over lube on his fingers and his own pre-come.
Lowering himself to the older male again, Altair stared into tightly shut eyes.
"Look at me." He growled.
Altair's voice practically boomed in his ears as Malik struggled to meet the demand. When Altair repeated the order, he accentuated each word with a small thrust inside his body. Finally opening his coal black eyes, Malik stared unblinking into Altair's as he felt him ease himself deeper until their hips bumped together.
"F-fuck…" Altair hissed out as his hips pulled back then thrust back in violently, his body quickly setting a hard and brutal pace.
Wrapping his legs back around the now sweat soaked waist and gripping tightly onto Altair's biceps, Malik felt his eyes burn again. He couldn't look away from Altair as his eyes filled up with tears, one single blink causing them to spill over and trail down his flushed cheeks.
Altair's own eyes seemed to be glowing, a talent Malik almost feared. It was as if the younger male had a sort of second sight. He was an excellent judge of people and their intentions. It was almost as if he could read the person he stared at.
Their lips met again as Altair quickened his pace, his hips thrusting erratically into the other males heat. Malik dropped his left hand from Altair's arm and roughly palmed his own leaking erection, feeling the warm pre-come on his stomach.
Both their movements became faster, desperate and once again, as they kissed, Altair felt wrong, his eyes burned red for a split second just as his orgasm crashed into him and sent him reeling, Malik's voice reaching his ears indicated that he too had succumbed to orgasm.
Altair collapsed on top of Malik's sweaty, sticky body, chest heaving, aching almost. He peppered kisses over the dark skin of Malik's chest as he listened to his heart pound against his ribcage.
A strangled sob pulled Altair from his post sex glow as he pulled out of Malik and propped himself up on his elbows, confusion and worry etched into his beautiful features.
"Mal? What's wrong?"
Malik turned away from Altair and pulled his knees up against his chest, wrapping his arms around them. He lay sobbing in the foetal position, not even hearing Altair pull his jeans back up and get up from the bed.
As he crouched down on the floor at the side of the bed, Altair took Malik's pained face in his hands.
"Mal? What the fuck's wrong? You're starting to scare me. Come on Mal. You can tell me anything."
Malik, suddenly overcome with rage, Shoved Altair away and scooted to the other side of the bed.
"Don't call me that! And don't touch me!" He screamed as more salty tears cascaded down his cheeks.
"What the fuck?"
"You don't want to fucking touch someone like me."
Altair, as if glued to the floor, stayed crouched down, hands resting on the warm from Malik's body heat mattress. He felt sick as his guts spun inside him.
"M-Malik?" He persisted, trying to rid the nervous stutter from his usually cold and stoic voice.
"Please. Do not touch me. I don't deserve your touches, your care, your kisses. Nothing."
"Fucking tell me Malik!" Altair shouted, his mind screaming at him that he knew the answer. That flicker of red pretty much summed it up for him.
It was then that Altair knew what that first brutal kiss was in the living room.
"Altair….last night I….I….I fucking slept with someone else!"
It was the end.
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There we go, all done.
Poor Altair.