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9.
Malik grumbled awake, rolling over, almost toppling out the bed.
Scrambling upright, he glanced wearily round the room.
There it was again….that high pitched squeal that had woken him up.
"That fucking Altair." He grumbled to himself as he rolled out of bed, yanking his tracksuit bottoms up in the process.
Rubbing sleep from his eyes, Malik shuffled out of their bedroom, glaring at the small crack of light peeking out the spare room door.
Another high pitched squeak erupted from the room as Malik approached. That one was Kadar squealing.
As he pushed the door open, two heads turned round to face him at the same time as both men in the room screamed in fright.
Kadar threw his hands over his eyes while Altair looked like a rabbit caught in headlights.
Once the girl like screaming subsided, Malik finally uttered, "What the fuck are you two doing?"
Kadar whirled round just as the computer screen went black and the words 'sleep' appeared on the screen.
"What the hell are the two of you…." Malik stopped mid sentence before snorting out a burst of laughter.
"You two are scared of a game?"
He grinned at the two as they slowly nodded their heads. Kadar still had his hands up at his mouth, the sleeves of his jumper pulled up over his hands, a habit he learned when they were children.
Altair although sitting ramrod straight in the computer chair had a look of pure fear etched onto his face.
"It's 3am….get to bed. Both of you!" Malik demanded, hands on his hips.
When the two didn't move, Malik sighed and crept closer to the computer screen.
"What is this?"
Finally, Altair uttered his first words since Malik entered the room.
"Fucking hell on earth."
"Let me see." Malik whispered into the dark room as he leaned against the back of Altair's chair, sending a smile Kadar's way who was fervently shaking his head.
"How's your back Altair?"
The fool had hurt it at work almost a week ago and had been lounging about the house since then feeling sorry for himself and being a pain in the ass.
"It's alright….still hurts to bend and turn a bit but I should be back at work next week."
Malik lightly kissed the top of Altair's head as he turned back to the computer, starting the game back up from the last check point.
Malik watched, bored to tears as a hand carrying a lantern traversed through the underground of a spooky old house. Picking up tinderboxes, notes and other pieces of crap. Just as he was about to turn and leave, he heard a deep growling echo from the surround sound speakers behind him.
"The fuck was that?" He almost squeaked into Altair's ear.
Kadar had already covered his eyes and had fallen back onto the bed.
The spooky music picked up as Altair chanted, "Run, run, run." to the ridiculously slow hand.
Up a set of stairs the hand went, Altair now swearing at the screen.
The camera swung round as Altair made to shut the door when, all of a sudden Altair screamed in the highest pitched voice Malik thought possible, "Oh its behind me!"
Malik too, screeched at the sight of the….thing chasing after the character. His hands flew to his eyes as Altair cried, "No!" as he was sliced to bits by the thing.
"What the fuck is this Altair?" Malik squeaked at the sight of the….thing, with its jaw all hanging off, huge claws on one hand and just disgusting looking.
The next hour was spent with Altair insisting on playing the horrid game Amnesia, despite the fact he was shit scared. Kadar was wrapped up in his duvet, trying to not look at the game or listen to its noises. Malik stared at the screen, transfixed. Whenever that terrible monster or the invisible one that patrolled the waterway appeared, he would duck behind Altair's shoulder, whining that this was terrible!
Altair finally shut the game off when Kadar moaned he had had enough and that he was never going to sleep ever again.
After Altair finally managed to climb back into bed, groaning and complaining that his back was aching, Malik shut all the lights off once again and wrapped himself around the younger male.
Nope, he wasn't scared….no way….what was that noise? Just the wind. What was that? Just a fucking shadow! What was that? Fucking Altair snoring.
Oh god was that the bedroom door opening?
Malik stared transfixed at the door that clearly wasn't opening….was it?
"Fuck." He murmured to himself as he glanced over at Altair who was sleeping, perfectly unawares, snoring like a bear.
Snuggling closer to Altair, he buried his head in Altair's warm chest.
Her certainly didn't bury in closer when the snoring stopped and a strong arm circled round his shoulders.
"You're a big baby Malik….it's just a game." Altair whispered, clearly having woken up with all of Malik's squirming.
Malik tore himself away from Altair's grasp, a look of utter indignation on his face.
"It was….the….it terrified me alright you asshole." Malik huffed as he leaned back against the headboard, arms crossed tightly over his chest.
Malik could see Altair smirking at him through the darkness, the glitter in his eyes told him as much so, to teach the fool a lesson he roughly kicked him in the side….forgetting about his bad back.
Altair, face went purple as he tried not to yelp out. Fuck that had hurt. He tried to wriggle to get the pain to go away. Tears were rushing to trickle down his cheeks.
"Fuck Malik!" He almost screamed as he doubled and crunched over, flopping onto his side like a dead thing.
"Altair? I'm so sorry! Are you alright?"
"Do I fucking look alright?" Altair hissed as he eased himself back into his previous lying position.
Malik helped him by staying away. The idiot would no doubt try to swat him away and just hurt his back further so instead, he settled back down, propped up on his side and waited for Altair to stop whimpering like a child.
One Malik was satisfied Altair had stopped wriggling about, he finally droned out, "Are we quite finished?"
A disgruntled snarl was all he received from the now pissed off and aching Altair.
"Surely I can do something to show how sorry I am?"
"Piss off Malik." Altair grumbled as he pulled the blankets up under his chin.
"What? Do you think the duvet will protect you from me trying to apologise?" Malik grinned out as he wormed his way closer.
Truth was, the two had not had sex since Altair had hurt his back and rushed hand jobs didn't count.
Things had only been back to normal for a few short months and prior to the back incident, the two had definitely made up for lost time in the sex department. Malik was surprised he was not permanently walking about like a cowboy.
"Honestly Altair….who tries to do a back flip in a tiny back office thinking they will succeed the first time….seriously."
"I can do them just fine." Altair pouted.
"No, you can only do them balancing on one hand. Fucking hell, did you not see the desk? The chair? The bloody filing cabinet you novice?"
Malik stared at Altair with a hint of amusement on his face. He remembered the text message Desmond had sent him.
"Fuck! Altair's broken his back or some shit! Fuck!"
And that was it, Malik had flew from the house, broken every speed limit to get to Altair's work only to find him propped up against the overturned desk in the destroyed office with a bottle of beer in his hand.
Pulled muscles and tendons and a bruised shoulder….that was it….broken back his arse but, the past week, Altair had been moping about like his back was broken.
"Seriously….blow me Malik." Altair realised his mistake just as Malik dove under the covers whispering, "As you wish."
Altair flailed his arms about rather uselessly as Malik's two day growth prickled down his stomach. He finally raised the duvet slightly and glared down at Malik.
Dropping the duvet in exasperation, Altair flopped back against the pillows.
"Malik!" He hissed. "Get the fuu-ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh" He breathed out as he felt the first touch of a warm, moist tongue running down his flaccid length.
He gasped slightly as his legs were parted a bit, Malik's fingers trailing soothing circles on his toned thighs.
Heat slowly built up in his belly as Malik continued running his tongue up his rapidly growing erection, swirling over the tip a few times before running back down.
Biting down on his knuckles, remembering that Malik's younger brother was in the next room, Altair stifled a loud moan as his length was entirely engulfed by Malik's talented mouth.
He made the mistake of trying to arch his back slightly, hissing half in pain and half in pleasure, Altair pulled one of Malik's pillows over his face to try and stifle his moans of pleasure.
Altair could feel his erection hitting off of the back of Malik's throat every time he moved his head.
Fucking hell, he was smothering himself with the pillow, slapping it from his face, Altair bit down on his knuckles again as Malik hummed around his rock hard flesh. The vibration rushing through him from his groin to his toes and up to the tips of his hair.
The mixture of hard suction and light nips and kisses were driving him insane and he couldn't bloody move to do anything much to help.
"Malik….get the fuck up here." Altair hissed into the pitch black room.
Malik complied and slithered up his body like a snake, settling himself between Altair's legs, one hand propping him up, the other looping round both of their erections.
Their lips crashed together as Malik's hand started moving, squeezing, relaxing then back again.
Altair bit down on Malik's bottom lip when he tried to pull away, the glare he shot Malik was enough to have the older man locking their lips together once more, tongue immediately thrusting into Altair's mouth.
Altair's hand scrabbled from fisting in the bed sheets to clamp down on Malik's now frantically moving hand.
Their kiss broke as Malik dropped his head onto Altair's chest, breath coming out in harsh pants against his warm skin.
Both males hips pushed up and down respectively towards each others as their hands squeezed harder, pumped faster.
Altair let his head loll back on the pillows as his dry throat finally crackled out his orgasm followed by a garbled rush of colourful swearing.
At the same time Altair succumbed to his climax, Malik let out a quiet but deep rumbling moan into Altair's heaving chest as he too spent himself all over their stomachs and a bit on Altair's chest, his energy left him as he collapsed on top of Altair, content to stay there the whole night when, "Fuck fuck Malik! My back!"
Malik sleepily growled at Altair as he unceremoniously slid off of him and lay face down with his head wedged between two of their many pillows. He would be damned before he moved again.
Altair grimaced at the cooling mess on his stomach but quickly forgot about it as he let his eyes slide shut. More time for cleaning tomorrow.
His ears pricked up at the sound of giggling coming from through the wall….shit….Kadar had no doubt heard him whine and bitch about his back and possibly more.
"Great…."
The next morning found Malik slumped at the kitchen table, drinking the strongest coffee he could manage. He didn't get a wink of sleep the rest of the night because every time he shut his eyes, he could see that horrible monster from that horrible and awful game.
"So MalMal….what's on the agenda today?" Kadar chirped as he inhaled a piece of gloriously burnt toast.
"Nothing that concerns you….at least thismorning Kadar." Malik grumbled mid way through sipping at his hot drink.
"Oh….you mean….you're gonna take Altair and see." "Shut up! He doesn't know where we are going Kadar."
Kadar snapped back in his chair and drew his index finger and thumb across his mouth as if he was zipping it shut, locking it and throwing away the key.
Just as Kadar started wolfing into his second piece, Altair groaned into the kitchen, shuffling round the table and creaking his way down into the chair beside Malik at the speed of an old man.
"How's the back?" Kadar winked in Altair's direction.
The little bastard had heard him complaining.
"Just fine….well, it will be as soon as I take my drugs."
Malik snapped his head round slightly at Altair saying that word.
"Relax precious, just the painkillers the Doctor gave me….speaking of which?" Altair questioned as he grabbed a slice of toast, inhaling it in much the same way Kadar was doing.
Malik sighed, cursing his paranoia before he slowly stood and leaned over to the fridge, presenting his trackie bottom covered backside to Altair's face.
Just as he grabbed a bottle of cold water from the fridge, he felt something….biting down on his backside.
"What the fuck?" He hissed out as he threw himself back into his chair.
"What? It looks just peachy." Altair sang out as he grabbed the bottle from Malik's hand.
Kadar's spluttering and choking on his toast drew Malik from his shock that Altair had actually bit his arse….out with sex.
The youngest male burst out laughing through his coughing and leaned over the table to grab the bottle from Altair's hand.
"Piss off nuisance. Get your own." Altair pouted as he swiped the bottle away, holding it out of Kadar's reach.
Malik placed his head in his hands as Kadar finally summoned up enough brain cells to work out that he had to lean over to the fridge to get more water. Honestly, Altair and Kadar in the same room as each other was like babysitting a couple of children. A couple of bratty, moaning and demanding children.
After about ten minutes of listening to them bicker back and forth over the table, Malik finally slapped his hands on the wooden surface and pulled himself to his feet.
"That's enough! Kadar? Go and find something to amuse yourself. Altair? Get your rear end into that shower. We have an appointment today and we cannot be late!"
"Wha…." "Move! Now!" Malik commanded, pointing to the kitchen door.
Kadar quickly got up and started cleaning up the dishes in complete and utter silence. Altair on the other hand grumbled and groaned all the way into the bathroom, still complaining as he showered himself.
"How can you live with him MalMal?" Kadar finally questioned after Malik came back into the kitchen, clad in black jeans and a white button down shirt.
"He's an arse but, he does have a….charming side to him I suppose."
Kadar shot Malik a look that suggested….what?
"Wait wait brother, come here." Kadar almost demanded as he pulled Malik closer to him.
"You can't look like a lawyer on a Saturday MalMal." He grinned as he undone Malik's two top buttons.
"There, much better." He chirped as he headed off in the direction of the living room.
Malik paced about bored as he waited on Altair who unfortunately emerged from the bedroom with that damn white hoodie on.
"Back in there Altair! I want you reasonably dressed!"
A few minutes later, Altair stormed out the room as best as he could considering his back in his own black jeans, a white t shirt and his beaten up old leather jacket.
"I suppose it will do." Malik smirked as he grabbed his own lightweight jacket and lightly pecked Altair on the cheek.
"We should only be a couple of hours Kadar. Try and not destroy the place while we are gone!"
"I will try. See you two later!" Kadar waved as the two headed out the door.
Altair managed to drop somewhat ungracefully into Malik's sleek, white convertible, his poor bones protesting at every movement.
He watched as Malik took a deep breath as he drew his seatbelt around himself.
"Where are we going Malik?"
"Not too far. It will take us about ten minutes or so."
Altair smiled as the car roared into life. Damn he was pleased with the body kit he had bought for the car. And that new exhaust? What a sound.
"I sound like a fucking boy racer in this bloody thing Altair. It's my car not yours. Who gave you permission to do this?"
"Payback for letting Des have my Girl and scratching her in the process." Altair smirked out, tilting his head proudly skywards.
Malik sent him a beady eyed stare as he reversed out of the driveway and headed in the direction of the more expensive part of town.
Altair twiddled his thumbs for almost twenty minutes before Malik practically whispered, "We're here."
Altair stared at the house they had pulled up infront of. Three story, huge garden and was that a Merc in the driveway?
"Pretty hot." Altair breathed out as he pulled himself from the car.
"Come on Altair. Lets get this done."
Altair accepted Malik's hand as they headed up the garden path. There was no for sale sign or anything so they were not here to enquire about the place so, what were they here for? Was that the curtains twitching?
Altair let go of Malik's hand and smoothed his windswept hair as Malik rang the doorbell.
It was opened within a few seconds, almost as if the person was expecting them.
"Hello Malik, Altair." Came a polite but strong English accent.
Altair slowly looked up, first at the pretty face, deep brown hair tied in a side ponytail at the base of her neck then down to the small bump that now was her stomach.
"Maria."
"Come in please." Maria said as she stepped to the side to let them in.
She led them through a spacious hallway and into an equally large living room, a huge leather corner couch being the main focal point of the room.
"Please, sit. Can I get either of you a drink of anything?" Maria questioned as she ushered Altair and Malik into the living room.
"Just water please." Malik stated as he sat himself down.
"Altair?" What about you?"
"Nothing thanks Maria." Altair whispered as he took in all the photos on the marble mantelpiece.
They were all of his son.
Altair ran his finger tips lightly over the largest picture. Clearly his first photo day at school.
"Mal? He's so beautiful." Altair managed before his voice cracked.
Altair kept gazing at the pictures, not caring that his eyes were watering up. Darim had the same shaped eyes as he did. The same glittering shine to his golden orbs. Even had the same uncontrollable kink to his hair that Altair did.
Altair didn't even hear Maria come back into the room and certainly didn't hear Malik thanking her for the iced water.
"He's just like you Altair, it scares me at times how alike the two of you are. It's almost as if there is nothing of me in him."
Altair finally snapped out of his trance.
"You did good Maria….is he happy?"
"Yes, he is a very happy child but he knows that my fiancé is not his father."
It was then that Altair spotted the white gold ring on her finger. Her hand was cradled against her stomach lovingly and Altair wondered if she ever looked like that when she was pregnant with his child. Probably not….she was probably waiting for her next beating.
Altair stared at Maria and he felt his heart break.
He burst into tears as he threw himself into her arms.
"I'm so sorry Maria. I didn't mean to hurt you."
Maria although compassionate felt rather uncomfortable with her ex lover in her arms and glanced over at Malik who got to his feet and pulled Altair away from her.
The two sat down on the couch, Malik wrapping his arms round Altair's shoulders as he quietly cried out years of grief.
Maria perched herself on the edge of the coffee table, unsure of where to begin.
Once Altair had calmed himself, he grabbed the glass of iced water and swallowed it in one gulp.
"Altair? That was mine." Malik grumbled.
"Get another asshole." Altair laughed slightly through his slowly drying tears.
"Do you want another?" Maria asked as she made to get up.
"No no, it's fine. Altair is just being a baby."
Altair answered that with a swift elbow to Malik's side.
"You've changed Altair….being with Malik I think." Maria mused as she ran her hands over her swollen stomach.
"Ok Altair, Malik too. There are a few questions I have to ask before I even let you see Darim."
The two nodded at the young woman as she got up and moved to the leather chair just opposite them.
"First and foremost. Altair? Are you clean?"
"Yes I am."
"How long for?"
"Just over five months now Maria."
"Do you have proof?"
Malik picked up his work bag from the floor and fished around inside it until he pulled Altair's file from the Doctors out and handed it over to Maria.
"Where the hell have you been keeping that?" Altair hissed into Malik's ear.
"I got every report photocopied every month you went to the clinic for your tests."
Maria leafed through the papers, a relieved expression on her face.
"Are you taking hash?"
"No." Altair answered truthfully. He had not desired a single joint since his first trip to the clinic.
"Are you still smoking?"
"Not really….only occasionally at work. Malik hates it when I smoke." Altair answered once again truthfully.
Altair shifted uncomfortably in his seat as Maria read over the file another time. His shaking hand was grabbed in Malik's and pulled over to rest on the older males knee.
"Alright. Well, I suppose we need to talk about access to Darim. I do not want this to go down a legal pathway but if you are difficult, which I know you can be Altair, so help me I will."
Altair seemed to shrink in on himself as Maria stood up from the couch and paced slowly round the room, a habit she had always done when nervous about something.
"My partner and I have decided to let you see Darim first of all on a set day but only in the afternoon when he finishes school. You can pick him up if you like. It will have to work round your days off though Altair."
"No, I co-own the club, I will take my day to suit Darim."
"Well, mid week….a Wednesday would be best as he has no after school clubs and myself and Robert try and go out that night. However, he must be back home by 8pm and no later."
Altair meekly nodded his head, desperate to tell Maria that he would happily keep Darim overnight but feared losing all access totally if he mentioned it.
"I know what you want to say Altair and, we shall see how the after school time goes and only if we feel Darim is ready….he can stay at your house once a week. But, I don't want him to have to see….you two…." "Wait wait wait Maria! What do you think myself and Malik do all day? Fuck all over the house and walk about naked?" Altair immediately quipped in.
"No I just."
"Listen, myself and Malik are like any other couple, we eat breakfast together, go out to work, eat dinner, watch movies and curl up on the couch, go out other places and finally go to bed at the end of the day. I don't see what you are scared of Maria."
Maria smiled an apology just as the front door to the house opened.
"He knows you're coming today Altair."
Altair pulled himself to his feet, totally ignoring the dull ache in his back and most certainly ignoring the feeling that the contents of his stomach wanted to spill onto the floor.
A large man who must have been well over 6ft stalked into the living room, shooting Altair a glare that said hurt her or the boy and I will kill you.
Altair noticed the large scar on his bald head and mentally decided not to piss of baldy too much.
Malik kicked him slightly from his place on the couch. He knew what Altair was thinking and no doubt it would lead his difficult lover into trouble.
Maria headed out into the hall and was quietly cooing to whom Altair could surmise as their son. The boys defiant groan of, "I'm not a baby," made him laugh slightly.
"Altair? This is Darim. Darim? This is your dad." Maria smiled out as a young boy stepped out from behind her legs.
Altair stood frozen in place as he stared at his carbon copy.
"You're that man we saw on the street. I saw you too." Darim said as he pointed at Malik.
"Are you feeling better?" He questioned as he turned his piercing gaze back to Altair.
Altair noticed that although the boy had his eyes, they had the same stare as Maria did.
"What? Oh yes, I am feeling much better." Altair breathed out as he painfully crouched down.
He just and no more heard Malik whisper to Maria, "Hurt his back."
"That's good. You didn't look happy when me and mum saw you."
"I feel much better now that I can see you Darim." Altair once again managed before his voice broke.
The boy smiled at Altair and held his small hand out.
Altair stared at his son before extending his own hand, finding his fingers caught in a very strong grip for a child.
"Nice to meet you….dad?" The boy questioned as he glanced to his mother for guidance.
Altair nodded slowly as tears made their way down his cheeks.
"Good to meet you son." He whispered as he drew the boy into his arms.
Maria smiled softly as she looked down at Altair burying his face in their sons hair. Truth be told, she was surprised that Darim had taken everything so well, she had thought that the boy would have been shy or at least wary about his father but no, like most other things, he simply took it in his stride.
Her blue eyes caught sight of Malik standing off to the side, seemingly unsure about the whole situation. She took a few steps over to the other man and touched his arm softly.
"How do you feel about this?" She whispered as the they watched Darim chatter away to Altair.
"I don't know. We have just got over one huge hurdle and finally our relationship is back on track….I just….didn't think everything would change so much."
"You know Malik. I think Altair meeting us on the street was a blessing. I have never seen him look so….content. I know he loves you Malik and despite wanting to know his son….you will always be right there, in his heart. I see the way he watches you. He watches everything you do….he never done that with me. The only good thing to have came from our relationship was our son."
Malik glanced over at Maria as she placed her hands atop her stomach, lightly rubbing soothing circles onto the swollen skin.
An hour later, Malik literally dragged Altair down the path and into the car. Everything was on track for Altair taking Darim the following Wednesday.
As Malik pulled the car off and slowly crawled down the street, Altair craned his neck and head, not taking his eyes from Maria and Darim. He had much to make up for with the boy and there was no way on earth he was going to fuck up so badly like he did before Darim was born.
He sat quietly as they took the slightly more scenic route home, Malik lightly drumming his fingers atop the steering wheel in time to the music on the radio, a small smile on his face.
Altair felt his stomach churn and his chest lurch slightly.
"Malik? Stop the car."
Malik glanced warily at Altair's clipped tone but nevertheless, pulled the car into the side of the road and shut the engine off.
"What's wrong Altair? You've been quiet since we left Maria's house."
He looked intently at Altair as gradually his lip trembled and his eyes filled with tears.
Malik had never seen his lover as vulnerable as he had been at times during the past few months of normality between them.
"Why did you do this Malik? I heard you talking to Maria….you think this is an upheaval? Why do this if it makes you unhappy?"
"So many questions Altair….I don't know why I tracked Maria down and yes, I do believe that this will be quite a change to our lives but….I think we can manage between us and, what makes you think I am unhappy with this change?"
"You didn't look happy the whole time we were at their house."
"I was worried for you foolish man." Malik scolded as he lightly punched Altair's arm.
Altair grinned through his watery eyes at Malik as he grabbed the fist that had punched him and laced their fingers together.
"I love you." He whispered as he ghosted his lips over Malik's.
Both men groaned into the kiss as what began as a gentle peck on the lips became parted mouths and exploring tongues.
Altair draped his arms as best he could round Malik's neck, fingers running through silky back hair despite the fact they were stuck sitting in the car.
A sharp gasp escaped Altair's lips as one of Malik's hands grabbed none to gently onto the crotch of his jeans, roughly palming him through the fabric.
Malik somehow managed to remove his seatbelt and make to move to straddle Altair's lap, thanking the heavens that there were not many cars on this quiet part of the road.
His mouth worked with Altair's as rough hands slid down his back, cupping his backside and aiding his sliding across the seats when, as if the heavens Malik had previously thanked decided to laugh at them, the car horn sounded long and loud, echoing down the road, startling the two from their kisses.
"You're a jackass Malik!" Altair laughed as he literally shoved Malik back into the drivers seat.
"It was your fault for always wanting more!"
"You were the one who started crawling all over me like a rash!"
"Your wandering hands caused that Altair…."
"No, it was your big, stupid feet that hit the horn!"
"Shut up Altair….now, lets get back home, no doubt Kadar will have grown bored and began swinging from the lights or something." Malik laughed as he started the car back up and put her into gear.
Altair playfully sulked back into his seat, sinking as far down the black leather as he could, bracing his feet against the dashboard, arms crossed over his chest, bottom lip petted as he glared at Malik from under thick eye lashes.
"Oh what? Are you in a mood with me because I didn't blow you in the car? Is that it?" Malik mocked as he carried on down the road.
All he received as a reply was Altair sticking his tongue out at him.
"Careful fool, any more of that and I may just chop it off."
Altair quickly drew his tongue back into his mouth.
"I didn't mean your tongue novice."
"Hmpf, fine but, I get my way with you when we get back home."
"I think you have the attention span of an insect Altair. My brother is there and I don't think he will appreciate you 'having your way' with me….especially due to the fact he heard you grumbling and groaning about your back all night last night."
Altair grumbled to himself and glared at the scenery whooshing past the window. His back was really starting to feel better and Kadar was at the house for another bloody night.
"Can't he freeload elsewhere? He's been eating the entire contents of my fridge and drinking all my beer for three days now!"
"Excuse me? Who's fridge? Who's beer? I bought everything you asshole so therefore, it is mine to give to whomever I choose. And! He has not drank everything."
Altair looked at Malik with a look of sheer indignation on his face. The student had indeed been boozing quite a bit at the house the past few nights, probably due to the fact he got his last exam results in and had passed everything….with flying colours. The little cheapskate had drank almost everything save for Malik's poncy Irish Cream crap that he liked to sip and savour instead of inhaling beers like he was a vacuum cleaner.
Malik smirked at Altair when he didn't come back with a cutting or sarcastic comment about Kadar. The two got on fantastically well and shared their love of crap computer games, weird movies, anime and beer so Malik was not in the least bit angry when Altair had his miniature rants about Kadar's freeloading.
The two finally pulled into their driveway, only to spot Kadar flying out the house, waving his arms in the air like a fool.
"How'd it go?" He yelled at the top of his voice as Altair and Malik climbed out from the car.
"Very well considering Altair spent the whole time blubbering like a child." Malik smiled out as he wrapped an arm round Altair's shoulders.
"When do you see him?" Kadar asked excitedly, hopping from one foot to the other.
"Have you been curtain twitching the whole time we have been away?"
"Stop avoiding my questions MalMal! When do you see him?"
"Starting next Wednesday for a few hours after school then….we see where it goes." Altair piped up, saving the brothers from bickering in the middle of the garden.
"Oh my god! I can't wait to meet him!" Kadar practically squealed as he made his way back into the house.
Malik made to follow him but was stopped by Altair grabbing his wrist.
He turned to see golden eyes peering expectantly back at him.
"It's all going to work out isn't it Mal?" Altair whispered as he laced their hands together infront of them.
"Yes….I think it will." Malik answered truthfully.
Altair had a reason now, apart from himself to stay off the drugs.
He had a child to provide for afterall.
Malik watched as Altair's mouth broke into a huge grin, so much so that he looked like a child himself.
Their lips lightly brushed together before they made their way back into the house, Malik silently praying that Darim was not as much of a handful as his father.
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There we go, Changed the way you Kiss Me is finished :) I have absolutely loved writing this and hope you have enjoyed reading it ^^