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This chapter is not the end! I have one more to do :)
Ok, now, the dancing scene was completely influenced by this video - http: / www. youtube. com/ watch?v=wF7GfptfzOs
Just take out the spaces I have put in. Seriously, this guy is superb!
Thanks to Evil . lil . angel for the idea of where the sexy bit takes place *huge hugs to you*
Enjoy.
8.
Malik glanced at his phone for the millionth time that day.
He was exhausted after doing upwards of 60hours over the past three weeks to make up for the time he took off to look after Altair.
Time was dragging along, especially after the text message he had received from Altair that morning saying that his test results were in but would Altair tell him the verdict?
No.
"Fucking hell." Malik muttered as he dropped his head to his desk in irritation.
He was desperate to pack up and just leave but he still had another couple of hours. He was going to The Bureau to meet Altair when his shift finished. Desmond had been promoted to Manager and Altair too had been promoted. Supposedly the two put on quite the show when they were working behind the bar and part of Malik wanted to see what Altair did in the club to bring home the money.
The past few weeks had been hectic due Malik's increased work load with the mind boggling case himself and Rosa had been assigned to.
He had been forced to get used to the idea of Lucy being around given that herself and Desmond were still dating. They had all agreed not to tell Altair that it was her that Malik had slept with.
That was not the only upheaval in their lives.
Staring down at the piles of documents on his desk, Malik thought back to Altair's revelation the previous week.
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Malik stood in the doorway of the living room, smirking at the sleeping Altair sprawled across the couch.
The two had watched a long drawn out movie that lacked any real storyline but was packed with guns, blood and sex. Altair hadn't seen the problem with it.
Afterwards followed the customary kissing, touching but nothing below the belt which left Malik with the unbearable blue balls and Altair still struggling to become physically aroused.
His first counselling sessions had gone well and according to Altair, he talked to the counsellor about his childhood, his parents passing away and Desmond moving out which had proven to be that beginning of his first descent into drugs.
Malik was also happy to see that Altair had put on a bit of weight although, due to his work at the club, he was staying quite trim.
Lightly scratching his stomach as he walked, Malik turned the TV off before stepping over to the couch and nudging Altair awake.
An incoherent mumble was all Malik received.
The two were tired afterall as Altair was doing a 6day week including a few double shifts and Malik was busting his balls with Rosa trying to put forward a good case for their upcoming court appearance.
"Come on you lazy fuck. Move." Malik hissed into Altair's ear as he shoved him harder this time.
Altair said nothing but rolled first onto the floor, crawled forwards a few paces then dragged himself to his feet.
Malik done his usual routine of putting off the lights as he followed the sleepy Altair into their bedroom, immediately growling at the younger man as he threw his t-shirt into a random corner, let his jeans fall from his body and simply let them land in a crumpled heap on the floor.
"Messy bastard." He grumbled as he picked up the discarded clothes and folded them up neatly.
"Why do you do that Malik? I was gonna toss them into the wash tomorrow." Altair mumbled from his position….flopped face down on the bed.
"You have only had them on for a few hours you fool. They will do you tomorrow."
Retreating into the bathroom, Malik looked at his tired face staring back at him before washing that day from it and brushing his teeth.
Stifling an eye watering yawn as he shuffled back into the bedroom, Malik once again found Altair taking up the whole bed, as per his nightly routine to piss him off.
Saying nothing, Malik shoved Altair over to his side of the bed and quickly dove under the covers to prevent Altair wriggling his way back over.
"Forgetting something?" Malik reprimanded.
"Oh, good night." Altair whispered as he raised his head enough to place a quick peck on the corner of Malik's mouth.
"No you idiot. Teeth."
Altair pulled the blankets over his head, grumbling something about how cold the outside world was and how evil teeth were.
"Now." Malik sighed as he shoved Altair out the bed.
After a couple of minutes, Malik felt Altair slide back into the bed, pulling the blankets up over the two of them properly.
A cool hand snaked its way round his side, fingers lightly teasing his stomach making his breath hitch slightly.
It had been too long since the two of them had sex and both were feeling the strain. The sooner the damn test results came in the better.
Soft lips lightly kissed Malik's shoulder as those fingers kept tracing invisible patterns on his dark skin.
"Come here." Was huskily whispered into his ear.
Turning round, feeling strong arms wind themselves round his back, Malik smiled at the still sleepy face of Altair.
Malik tilted his head back slightly as Altair's left hand cupped the back of his head, its 4 digits raking lightly through his hair.
"I love you." Malik whispered as he brought his lips to the other males.
Altair had yet to reciprocate his feelings but, even if he never did, for the moment, Malik did not care.
Their tongues softly explored each other as Malik's own hands found purchase on Altair's waist, drawing the two closer together.
A gasp escaped Malik's lips as he felt Altair's thigh wedge in between his legs. That movement caused Malik to throw his own leg over Altair's hip, effectively drawing them closer still.
Malik's hands moved of their own accord. One crept up the front of their bodies, fingers finally moving round Altair's neck and holding him tightly into the kiss. His other hand gripped tightly onto Altair's lower back as he shifted his hips ever so slightly causing his body to slide up Altair's thigh.
The kisses continued, Altair could feel beads of sweat forming on his forehead and a pleasant ache settle in his lower abdomen.
He removed his thigh from between Malik's legs and ran his hand down the long, powerful leg that was still draped over his hip, fingers digging into the warm flesh.
He couldn't help the sharp intake of breath when he felt Malik lightly grind their hips together. He revelled in the feeling of the others arousal grating up against his stomach.
"Mal." Altair breathed out, breaking the kiss for just a split second before claiming those beautiful lips once again.
As their hips rocked together, Altair felt….aroused.
Whether it was the warmth of Malik's body, the feeling of the other mans erection or the friction through their boxers. He felt more aroused than he had felt in months.
Both broke the kiss and just stared at each other as their hips continued leisurely grinding together.
At that moment, Malik thought to himself, "Fuck the test." But soon decided against that rash decision. He couldn't take any chances.
As their hips increased both friction and speed, Altair pulled Malik closer to him and buried his head in the juncture between neck and shoulder.
Part of him wanted to cry when he heard Malik hiss out his name as he came. Part through the immense feeling of warmth and love he felt at that moment but was too damn stubborn to say it and part because as soon as Malik came, his own arousal vanished, his erection with it.
"Are you alright?" Malik finally breathed out when Altair didn't relinquish his hold on him.
"Uh….yeh." He finally stuttered as he let go of Malik and rolled onto his back.
His head was suddenly full and buzzing.
He could see Malik sliding out of the bed through his peripheral vision, ridding himself of his boxers and tugging on clean ones.
"Tell me what's wrong." Malik half demanded when he dropped into the warm bed once again, resting his head on Altair's chest.
Altair swallowed thickly.
His mind tried to work out how he was going to tell Malik this.
More importantly, why was he deciding to tell Malik right now, at this very second?
"Mal? I….I don't quite know how to say this so as to not hurt you so I am just going to say it." Altair whispered, his voice shaking slightly.
Malik lifted himself off of Altair and propped himself up on his arm. He felt he knew what Altair was about to say.
"Mal….I….I'm sorry I didn't tell you before but….I didn't know myself until recently….Malik, I have a son."
Malik said nothing as he stared into Altair's now scared looking yellow gold eyes. Instead, he smiled and nodded slightly.
"She….her name is Maria. We dated years ago when I still jumped about with Ezio. We were teenagers when we started dating. I was an absolute fucker and she was gorgeous. We were too damn stupid to use any form of birth control so when she fell pregnant a year or so after we started having sex….I….fucking went mad. I was injecting at that point and I….fucking hell Malik I beat her up. I left her with a broken nose, two black eyes, a dislocated shoulder and a broken rib. How the fuck could I do that to someone who was carrying my child?" Altair almost sobbed as he took a shuddering breath.
Malik, still saying nothing, ran his free hand up Altair's stomach and chest, stopping to cup his cheek.
"She ended up in hospital for a couple of days. I tried to sober up and clean up my act. I really did. I thought I loved her Malik but….as I watched her stomach grow and as I looked around the tiny room the two of us stayed in at her friends house, I fell back into my old crowd. It wasn't the last time I hit her either. Any time I was high, drunk….any excuse and I couldn't help myself. She gave birth alone as she had thrown me out to stay with Rosa. She said she never wanted to see a monster like me again. Our son is about to turn 6. He's just so beautiful from what I saw of him. His name is Darim."
"I've seen them Altair."
Altair's eyes widened to the size of saucers, mouth moving but no sounds coming out.
"That day at the clinic when I was sitting waiting for you. A woman and her child sat across from me. She was very pretty but it was the boy that I noticed….he looks just like you. Same eyes, hair….everything."
"I'm sorry Malik."
"What are you sorry for? You have a child from a past relationship that you knew nothing about….what do you think I am going to do? Throw you out into the streets? I'm sure we will work something out Altair."
Altair smiled sadly at Malik before resting back against the pillows.
"Do you want to see him?"
Altair said nothing as he nodded his head.
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Finally!
Finally he was free!
Malik stuffed all his files into the filing cabinet. Utterly refusing to take them home over the weekend.
"Hurry up Malik!" Rosa shouted from the doorway to his office.
She had been very sneaky and had clocked out thirty minutes early so she could go and change.
Malik had to admit that she looked lovely in her black slim fitting jeans, calf length leather boots complete with suede detail and buttons stitched up each side, a long black figure hugging top with flared sleeves, finished off with her favorite green necktie to add just a bit of colour.
Malik simple had his black tailored work trousers, crisp white shirt and new dress shoes that Rosa had talked him into buying recently.
She looked fresh and awake, Malik knew he looked tired and almost haggard.
Both made it down to the entrance foyer arm in arm chattering about nothing in particular when Lucy stepped up to greet them.
Malik was still very guarded and rarely talked to the woman but, he had to push his guilt away sooner or later.
For this being a night out of sorts, Lucy had not really dressed up either. She simply wore her flared jeans, a tight white high necked top and a cropped leather jacket….perhaps seeing Desmond was calming her down a bit from wearing her usual cleavage bursting tops.
In just five minutes, the three walked into The Bureau, the sound of music and the darkness confusing their senses.
Malik squinted in the darkness as the three jostled their way to the bar. Despite it only being 8pm, the place was packed. Mainly full of students drinking and dancing away their week of studying.
Malik smirked as he spotted Altair and his twin falling over each other behind the bar, each serving everyone at once.
"Rosa!" Came a heavily accented males voice….Italian from the sound of it.
Sure enough, her flat mate Leo was waving frantically over to the trio, gesturing that he had saved a few bar stools.
"I've been sitting here guarding these seats for forever! I've threatened so many people that have tried to steal them!" He dramatically lamented, fanning his face with his hands.
Rosa laughed as she gave Leo a light peck on each cheek.
"Ah Malik and Lucy….a pleasure to see you again!" Leo chirped out as he kissed both Malik and Lucy on each cheek.
Malik glanced warily around the room. If Leo was here, no doubt Ezio was too.
True enough, sitting in a booth about ten feet from them was Ezio openly flirting with a woman with flaming red wavy hair.
"That's Caterina….Ezio's latest squeeze." Leo said as he placed a hand on Malik's shoulder.
"I'm better off without that two timing bastard anyway."
Malik smiled at Leo before wriggling his way right up to the bar.
Desmond spotted him and roughly shoved Altair's shoulder who in turn almost dropped the cocktail mixer he was throwing about as he mixed a colourful drink for two goggling young women, one with longer blonde hair, the other with slightly shorter brown hair with flashes of golden red through it.
The second Altair spotted Malik, his mouth erupted into a huge smile.
He flirted a bit with the two women as he passed them their drinks and took their cash, fully drinking in the fact that the two couldn't keep their eyes from him.
Malik too, was having a hard time pulling his eyes from Altair. He wore a very tight fitting black t-shirt with a white tribal like eagle emblazoned onto the front of the fabric, right over his chest, it's wings spreading upwards over the shoulders and onto the top section of his back. He had sliced the neck at the front slightly so all could see the emblem he wore around his neck. His jeans were about a million years old, all frayed and wash worn with ripped knees and his customary black Converse too were falling apart but, Malik struggled to remove his eyes from the gorgeous picture his lover made working behind the bar. His hips gyrated to the music, his head bobbed in time, he mixed drinks with precision, making his job look like a work of art. Watching both Altair and Desmond working in perfect synchronisation behind the huge bar was like watching dancers.
"What can I get you sexy?" Came a husky voice breathing into Malik's ear, causing him to jump out of his day dream.
"The usual for them." Malik gestured to Rosa, Leo and Lucy behind him.
"What about you?" Altair smirked as he leaned that bit further over the bar, running a sneaky hand over Malik's fingertips.
"You know what I want."
"A good, hard fuck comes another time….what do you want?" Altair smirked out again.
"Surprise me."
Malik watched as Altair whirled round and began working, first on the drinks for Rosa, Leo and Lucy who had now shimmed round the bar and was chatting to Desmond as he worked.
Malik frowned when the strange coloured concoction was placed infront of him.
"What the fuck is this?" He laughed at Altair.
The drink was pink! Fucking pink! Two toned darker pink at the bottom of the glass, moving into baby pink at the top.
"If you think I am drinking that you are mistaken Altair!"
"It will blow your balls of Malik….I randomly made this by mistake the other day and was pleasantly surprised with it. Try it….Don't judge it with that 'negative' attitude."
"What? Negative?" Malik beamed.
He had not missed the exaggeration on the word negative when Altair spoke.
"Yes, that negative attitude." Altair smiled as he turned back to his work.
Malik smiled a huge stupid grin to himself as he turned back round to join the conversations between Rosa and Leo.
Almost two hours later, Malik was pleasantly drunk and sporting a glowing Rosa on his knee at the bar. She was giggling away about something apparently hilarious about Leo's red beret that he refused to remove from his head.
He had consumed five more of those pink cocktails and had subsequently ordered a pitcher for the four of them to drink from.
Lucy was leaning back against the bar with one arm braced on Rosa's shoulder to keep herself steady as she too started picking on Leo's beret.
Malik stole a few glances at Ezio and his red headed companion. He had to stop himself from snarling at the younger male, knowing what he had done to Altair.
His heart almost stopped as Ezio got up from the booth and sauntered up to the bar, immediately shouting over Altair, smirking at Malik as he did so.
He couldn't hear the conversation as Altair poured Ezio's drinks but he smiled when Ezio seemingly whispered something into Altair's ear which earned a shake of the head and a withering glare from those intense yellow gold eyes.
A loud whistle echoed through the club as two younger males darted behind the bar, taking over from the managers.
Desmond and Altair headed out infront of the bar, each pulling a hoodie on, zipping them up and pulling the hoods low over their eyes.
Altair's was white, Desmond's was black. Each bore on the back the same tribal eagle stitched intricately onto it.
Malik started as a large hand ran over his backside which in turn caused Rosa to almost topple off him.
"Clocking off in a few minutes Mal….got something I have to do first with Des." Altair shouted over the music before placing a light kiss on Malik's lips.
"I can't wait to fuck you." He practically hissed into Malik's ear as he followed Desmond who had probably just had the same conversation with Lucy given the blush staining her cheeks.
Everyone fell silent as the twins stepped up onto the large stage situated in the middle of the club.
Both males stood about five feet apart as the DJ shut off what he had been previously playing and started the next track.
Malik could see Rosa grinning from ear to ear. She had seen the two dance.
"Just wait till you fucking see this." She laughed in his direction.
The music started up, slowly, almost gently as both Desmond and Altair raised their right arms up to chest height and pointed around the club at everyone before dropping their arms back to the sides. Altair seemingly shrugged his shoulders a couple of times to loosen himself up.
The tune picked up rapidly, establishing a quick rhythm which jolted both males to move.
Malik stared transfixed at Altair as his arms moved, almost disjointed from his body as his hips moved in time to the best, legs also looking disconnected from him.
His eyes were shut as he moved and jolted in time to the strange tune.
Malik briefly noticed that Desmond and Altair moved in perfect time and precision.
Altair fluidly integrated perfect martial arts punches and kicks into his dancing as his body came alive with the beat of the song.
After being entranced for a minute or so, the music slowed again, Altair slowing with it. His legs were quite widely spaced apart as his hands and arms began moving as if of their own accord, twirling, whirling together, his hips and legs turning ever now and then with the change in his hands direction. Altair brought his right arm flush across his chest, left curling under it, Malik gasped slightly as he wiggled the fingers of his left hand to the audience, showing all the missing ring finger.
A quick glance to his right showed Lucy also staring entranced but at Desmond mimicking all the same moves.
Malik watched as Altair ran his hands down the front of his body before his arms spun again, hands looking like they were gathering up a ball of energy like something from one of Altair's anime shows that he insisted on watching.
Then, as if out of no where, both jumped into life as the music picked up again.
Hips jerked back and forth, long legs artfully pulled Altair across the stage as his arms worked in tandem now with the rest of his body.
Malik felt a rush of arousal as Altair done a back flip on the stage with just his right hand bracing on the floor, his hood falling back off his head and his hoodie riding up in that split second.
Both men incorporated pulling their hoods up into the dance before they started moving their bodies once again.
Finally, the music slowed again and Altair slowed with it, only moving once again when necessary as his arms and hips done all the work. His hands came up to the back of his head as his hips gyrated a few times before he turned slightly to his left, right arm coming down and pointing down to the floor before both hands lifted to chest level and ran down his torso and stomach again.
He bowed slightly before jerking back up to the time of the music, arms curling in as his left leg rose from the floor before his body spun so his back was to the audience for a few seconds until the beat changed again causing him to shimmy over to the right, arms and legs still lifting and twisting to the wind down of the track.
The final few bars of the song had Altair and Desmond turning back to the club, tilting their heads back slightly and staring with blazing yellow eyes over everyone watching them.
Malik lept to his feet along with everyone else in the club the second the music stopped.
Both Desmond and Altair pushed the hoods back from their faces as they dramatically bowed to the crowd. Wolf whistles and cat calls echoed over the throngs that were clapping and cheering.
Despite the fact that he had consumed quite a lot of alcohol, Malik was so aroused he was burning. Thank god Leo, Rosa and Lucy were standing around him or everyone in the vicinity would see the impressive erection he was sporting having watched Altair dance like that.
Altair stalked towards the four along with Desmond, both unzipping their hoodies at the same time and throwing them behind the bar.
Malik didn't even get a chance to breathe then Altair was upon him, hands braced on his backside, pulling him into a deep, demanding kiss.
Desmond too had pulled Lucy to the side, not as shameless as Altair, wanting a little bit of privacy for himself and his girlfriend.
Malik groaned into the kiss as Altair roughly ground their hips together, both moving to the beat of the previous song the DJ was playing.
"Get a room you two!" Rosa and Leo chorused as Malik let another moan escape his lips as he broke the kiss.
Altair reached onto the bar and grabbed the remains of Malik's ball blowing cocktail and downed it in one gulp before glancing at Rosa and Leo, giving them the finger in the process.
Malik had only been ignored for a few seconds but, the way he was feeling, that few seconds felt like a lifetime. He pushed his hips back up against Altair's again as his lips sought Altair's out once again.
Altair bit down on Malik's bottom lips slightly before moving round to speak into Malik's ear.
"What can I get you?"
Malik drew his head back and smirked at the younger male, noticing the flush on his cheeks and across the very top of his chest.
Altair copied the smirk before taking Malik's hand and leading him round the other side of the bar.
People no doubt noticed the two heading through the door marked staff only but neither Altair nor Malik gave a fuck.
The second Altair turned the lock to the main office, Malik found himself being shoved violently across the table in the middle of the room, his legs roughly parted as Altair literally descended on top of him, lips claiming his in a bruising kiss.
Apparently there was to be very little foreplay due to the face that Altair's shaking hands were scrambling to rid Malik of his trousers.
When his trousers and boxers were dropped onto the floor, Malik gasped and dropped his head back onto the desk as Altair trailed wet kisses and a slippery tongue right down his chest and stomach.
A sharp cry escaped his lips as his rock solid flesh was immediately engulfed in hot, wet heat.
He lifted his legs and curled them round Altair's shoulders, if only to keep that delicious mouth where it was.
Malik's back arched as each change in suction caused him to whisper Altair's name like a mantra.
He was so wrapped up in the feeling of Altair's mouth around him, he didn't hear or see Altair struggle out of his jeans and drop them too the floor to join the suit trousers. He also didn't see Altair reach behind him to begin to prepare himself.
It was only when Altair climbed on top of him, straddling his waist that Malik finally wondered what the fuck was going on.
"Altair? What?"
"Quiet Malik. I want this….I can fuck you at home, away from all this….just us."
Malik made to answer but any comment was cut short as Altair let his body sink down onto him in one go.
Malik's mouth fell open in a silent scream at the feeling of Altair's hot, tight heat enclosed around him. His hands roughly grabbed Altair's thighs, nails pushing into the skin as Altair barely stilled before his body started moving.
Altair slapped his hands onto Malik's chest as his hips lifted up then dropped back down onto Malik's body. His head fell back as his hips sped up. Just feeling Malik inside him again was just….he had no words to describe it. It was just perfect. It was just what he needed before taking Malik home and properly loving him.
Despite all they had been through, Altair for some reason felt he owed Malik. Perhaps it was the selfless act Malik had committed by looking after him when he was at his worst over the drugs. Or perhaps it was how he helped get him back on his feet.
Malik felt the opposite as he started meeting Altair's thrusts half way. HE owed Altair. He had fucked their relationship over. He had drove Altair into the life of an addict once more. Had caused the renewed disgrace when Altair had bumped into his ex and their son. It was he that had made Altair take that AIDS test and put him through the stress of worrying about the results.
Malik stared unblinking into Altair's eyes as his orgasm crept up on him. His hips pistoned upwards to meet Altair's faster and faster. Their cries and moans echoing around the small room and bouncing back to them before,
"Ah fuck! Malik! I-I love you!"
Both men came at the same time, Malik almost burst into tears at both his climax and the sound of Altair finally reciprocating his feelings.
Altair rode out both their orgasms, amazed that he didn't even need to touch himself.
After a few minutes of sloppy kisses while they caught their breath, Altair let out a small laugh at the sight the two of them made.
He still had his Converse on and Malik was lying, legs parted with his socks and dress shoes on. His t-shirt had random darker patches of black through sweat and Malik's crisp shirt was a crumpled mess however, the two finally got up and righted themselves as best they could.
Malik grabbed Altair's hand before they retreated back out into the club.
"I love you Altair and I'm sorry."
Altair smiled at his lover before pulling him closer for another kiss, both his hands running through Malik's sex dishevelled hair.
They rejoined Rosa, Lucy, Leo and Desmond at the bar, caring to ignore the sly smirks being sent in their direction, mainly due to the obvious creases in Malik's shirt and the still prominent red flush spread across Altair's chest.
As they stood, talked and laughed together, Altair never let go of Malik's hand and not once did he steal a glance at a fuming Ezio glaring daggers at him.
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Remember, one chapter still to go ^^