So this is the second part, the what happens after but from Maliks POV. Will address multiple things I promise, presuming you're here for the storyline as well as the smut.
Also I said set anytime last chapter then realised I was writing in time with end of season four anyway, so there's that.
-YD-
Malik didn't know what surprised him more, that Vlad returned his twisted lustings or that he could go from on his knees sucking his cock like he was unborn for it, to powerful and punishing in seconds. The mini melt down after didn't surprise him, though Vlad's skilled improvisation, the way he had used Maliks come as lube like it wasn't sinful and depraved, used his own blood to add fuel to the fire, choked out that Malik had better keep on that jacket in a gravelled voice he hadn't thought Vlad capable of before, that surprised him. Malik hadn't been lying about not being interested in Erin, he wasn't all that interested in girls at all, even if he joked with himself that Ingrid was a loss, they could have torn the world apart together if she weren't a girl. And his sister. The brother thing didn't bother him with Vlad, not when it was the chosen one whimpering to suck him off, and they couldn't exactly knock each other up. And in all honesty, its not like they would be telling anybody.
He had obviously noticed Vlad getting hard when they had been fighting for the Count before, but he had put it down to friction or testosterone or blood lust in the heat of battle - they were vampires after all. Wincing at the pain in his lower back while he was alone, he knew it was far more than that now. Using the beyond repair torn t-shirt to wipe down his torso, Malik dumped it on the floor and watched as it burned. He could probably rock the jacket over bare chest look, but it may draw unwanted attention. A bolt of cold realisation shot down his spine as he heard his mother, Elisabetta the shape shifting vampire, floating into the room. "Its clear, nobody around." He had to think fast to excuse what he knew she had caught him doing, who he had been doing it with.
"I can explain!" "You had better my son." "Vlad may be an idiot, but he's not stupid. If I want to get his guard down, I have to play his game." Part of him felt mildly disturbed at the notion his mother had been watching them fuck, but now was not the time to give that away. "And so you let the biggest threat to our plan, your future, take you like a common whore?" Fighting not to roll his eyes, Malik smirked. "Exactly. Now he's had a taste of the darkness, he won't be able to stop himself coming back for more. All I need is time to mould him into compliance, and it will make dusting the so called "chosen one" all the sweeter as he dies feeling betrayed. He isn't exactly going to tell anyone, lighten up mother." There was a hiss of anger in the air where he knew she was floating, ripples in the air the only giveaway there was anything there at all. "If it weren't too late to stop you, I would dust him myself! Have your little game Malik, but remember I'm watching you."
Barely suppressing the shudder of disgust at that thought, Malik nodded seriously at his mother. He knew this wouldn't be the last he heard of this by a long shot, but right now he didn't care. If anything, he was already plotting how to get Vlad under him. He needed a way to pass the time before everyone was dusted. Right now, he needed to go find a new shirt. Vlad was no good, his would be too short. Bertrands things were still in his room, Vlad hadn't yet been able to face what he had done. Raiding the trunk, he found one that was a little short but the bulk of the man made up for it. Feeling come still inside him, he thanked blood the tutor vampire had his own bathroom and got cleaned up before the others could smell Vlad and sex all over him. There was nothing to be done other than clean the stain on his jacket carefully, but he figured that was better than leaving it.
Returning to the blood cellar, he smashed a bottle of O- to mask the pheromones in the air and resumed boredly flicking through a book on Transylvanian History until the female vampires found him. Getting up to follow them, he caught Ingrid looking at him strangely. "Is that Bertrands shirt?" Malik nodded, indicating the smashed bottle. "Had a run in with Vlad, blood doesn't wash out and nobody elses clothes would fit me." She seemed to accept this, and they went back to mindless plotting against Vlad and complaining about the cease-fire. He could feel his mother hovering, making sure he wasn't doing something she hadn't agreed to - again. Days rolled by and Malik grew more annoyed with his mothers constant loitering, stopping him seeking out Vlad again.
The slayer boy, Van Helsing or something, was tangible in the air and Ingrid swore blind it meant the slayers were going to attack and the coexistence was crumbling. All Malik saw was a lot of posturing, and then Vlad and Erin were gone. Having lifted the slayers guild address from Vlad's post weeks ago, he dashed out and got on his bike. The roar of the engine sounded like home, his only companion on the road as he sped away from his mother - she liked hanging around Garside more than she should. Plenty of time living on the streets gave him a decent local knowledge, and he arrived at the slayers guild fairly quickly. Dismounting his bike but keeping the helmet on for cover, he edged closer and kept a wary eye for guard's. He couldn't go in, obviously, but he could hover near a window. Apparently, he had gotten there just in time to witness Vlad stake Erin. Surprised the vampire went through with it after biting her to save her only a couple of weeks ago, he surmised the slayers guild had asked him to do something radical to prove commitment to peace, as they congratulated him and Vlad was allowed to leave. Alive.
Dropping down and waiting leaned over his bike, Malik whistled to get Vlad's attention as he left. Vlad's head whipped round so fast he expected to hear his neck snap, recognition clear in his face. After peering around to check nobody was looking, he approached Malik slowly. "So, you saw?" "I saw. Get on, I don't want to hang outside garlic central." Vlad nodded, climbing on the back of the bike and hesitantly holding on to Malik. The engine roared to life under them, hurrying away from the guild along to back roads away from everything. Tossing his helmet off as Vlad climbed down, Malik twisted to sit astride the bike and looked at his brother. "So. You staked her?" "She was killing breathers. The slayers guild threatened to ash the whole clan, just for starters, if I didn't prove I was completely committed to peaceful coexistence. I did what I had to do to protect my family, my race. Last I checked, that's kind of my job." Vlad kicked at the dirt, the field Malik used to come to get away from the clingy street fangs deserted save for them.
"I'm not judging, just intrigued by your motivations. Given that until recently, any kind of death was never on the cards. You're practically acting like a real vampire now." He hissed in warning, clearly a touchy subject for his brother. "Maybe I should stake you and leave your dust to scatter." "Where is the fun in that?" "It would shut you up." Sensing the shift in the mood beginning, Malik smirked in the moonlit night. "I can think of more fun ways to do that." Vlad raised an eyebrow in question, waiting for Malik to make a more definitive move. "Do I need to spell it out for you?" Vlad shook his head, stepping closer to Malik. "No, just wanted to check you didn't bring me out here to stake me." A short laugh echoed between them, the unsaid innuendo hanging in the air for a moment. Vlad have an inch, stepped within arms reach and Malik took the chance, pulling him close enough to turn and pin him to the bike. Vlad surrendered to the kiss, hands already moving to paw at the leather jacket he seemed to have a bit of a fetish for.
"I hate you. I hate that I want you." That went without saying, but Vlad grunted it anyway as they broke apart to pant heavily. "Because it's me, or because you hate falling over for... What was it Ingrid called me, the bad boy cliche?" "Both." Vlad's hips pressed into his, heat building as their erections pressed against each other. He was pulled back into the kiss by his jacket, Vlad's fangs rough and sharp against his lips and he had a mouthful of tongue more often than he didn't. There was no finesse, no technique to the contact, just forbidden desires rising between them as Vlad's hands slid under his t-shirt. "Don't tear this one too, people will start asking questions." "Then fucking strip before I strip you." Protective of his jacket, as he had had it almost a hundred years and kept it pristine before he had ended up in the UK with his mother, Malik stepped back just enough to shed his clothes. Vlad followed suit, kicking his jeans off and dumping his clothes on the ground. Malik pulled his jacket back on, smirking as Vlad eyed it up.
He was about to move back in when Vlad held up a hand, shifting off the bike seat and digging through his pile of clothes. Something was pushed into his hand as Vlad reseated himself, smirking and fangs and dark eyes as Malik looked at the object. "I figured this would happen again, figured I would come prepared." Tearing the lube packet open, Malik slicked up his erection and pinned Vlad to lie down across the bike seat, indulging his "bad boy" desires further as he pressed fingers inside him. "I'm not delicate like you, I've done this before now get on with it!" Not thrilled about being called delicate, but taking the invitation to hurry this along he dragged his fingertips over Vlad's prostate, smirking down at him as Vlad rocked into it and groaned into the open air. Thankful for his height meaning the bike was the right level for his hips, he shoved Vlad's thighs wider and pushed into him. "Blood and garlic, move!"
Vlad was relentlessly demanding, grasping at Maliks leather clad shoulders and rolling his hips in sync with every thrust. "Fuck, I hate you." "Yeah, you've said." He couldn't help but appreciate the flexing muscles of Vlad's body, instinct and practice clear in his movements, a twisted sense of satisfaction filling him as Vlad moaned in pleasure, taking the thrusts in stride and riding the waves of sensation. He may hate Maliks guts, but Vlad wasn't ashamed enough in himself to deny this was a damn good fuck as his erection stayed solid, leaking as they pushed each other higher, arousal strong enough to taste in the air. The whimpers in Vlad's throat surprised him, though not half as much as Vlad tugging at his jacket hard enough to pull them flush together and sinking fangs into his throat. Fluid splattered up his torso as Vlad came, biting down harder and grunting into his skin. Letting the waves of pleasure drown him, Malik felt his hips stutter as he followed Vlad's lead and spilled into the willing body beneath him.
There was a moment of afterglow, then Vlad's fingers unclenched and the bite in his neck lifted out. Malik pulled away, reaching to feel the holes in his throat. Vlad barely took the time to climb off the bike before he was scrambling back into his clothes. He swiped at his mouth, Maliks blood smeared across his lip disappearing. "Are you going to use this against me?" "Erin? No. I don't need to." Vlad nodded, stretching and wincing slightly then leaping into the air. Dressing himself, Malik climbed onto his bike and headed off to Garside, enjoying the night sky and general sated satisfaction that came from good sex. The long ride in fresh air was sufficient to mask the scents on his clothes, so Malik pulled into the courtyard and put his bike away safely.
Ingrid was more than a little stake ready for him, though he expected it was much more to do with the fact she didn't get to tear apart slayers than Malik running out on her. Malik didn't offer explanations of where he had been, sparing Vlad only a glance to see he was wearing different clothes and there was a hint of soap scent around him - he had cleaned up then. He couldn't suppress a smirk at the fact Vlad was wearing a leather jacket himself now, apparently somewhere along the lines he was trying to look all "bad boy" himself. Or he was preparing for battle at every turn, since it was technically an armour jacket even if it wouldn't stop a stake. When Ingrid retired to her coffin for the day, Malik meandered towards where the 'ferals' were staying, though half of them had left in fear of the supposed slayer attack. He didn't make it all the way down before Elisabetta floated in front of him, summoning him into a dusty storage room full of boxes.
"Where did you run off to when the attack was supposed to be happening?" Sighing and rubbing at his chin while he tried to make up a convincing lie, he didn't see the point after a moment. "I followed Vlad, played another step in the plan. He even spared breath to tell me he hates me when I was still in him." Waiting with a sense of trepidation towards his somewhat unstable mother, Malik wondered if the fact he had gotten Vlad in such a 'vulnerable' state would help his case - she didn't need to know that killing Vlad disappeared from his mind the second he was inside him, because a good angry hatefuck did wonders for the mind. "And that necessitated staying out of here with him?" "I saw a chance, I took it. Get over it." "Watch yourself Malik, I could always shift into your form and stake him myself now you've had your fun." "No, you brought me here so I could dust them all, I'll tell them you're here before I let you steal all the fun." That was enough to have her disappearing off in a raging tantrum, and Malik debated for a moment or two before jumping up to the attic quarters and tentatively listening outside Vlad's door.
He could tell Vlad wasn't yet asleep, but seeking him out twice in one day was not what either of them would want now, so Malik dropped into Erin's room and took her coffin for the peace and quiet. Vlad found him in there the next night but didn't say a word, just turned and left without even saying what he had been in there for to begin with. Casually asking Ingrid if she had seen Erin and getting the expected negative reply, Malik said they could by all accounts empty the half fangs room, and Ingrid seemed to take far too much pleasure in helping empty it. "My room now. Part of the family and all that." "You're up to something, I can smell it. But losing the stroppy half fang is no great loss, except maybe for you since nobody else will have you." Fighting not to say exactly who was 'having him', Malik shrugged and resumed spray painting the walls. Erin really had liked colour too much, especially when she became a vampire.
Ingrid, done destroying Erin's things now, went off to do whatever it is she did with her time - she was on the VHC now so it was either politics or annoying Vlad. Malik was careful to leave Vlad alone for a couple of days, listening to his mother try to convince him to hurry along. Instead, he spent time cultivating the relationship with the Count, Ingrid would never trust him fully after he let her crush on him knowing they were blood, so if he wanted another ultimate betrayal, he needed to be as near to indispensable as possible. Ingrid was right about Vlad, Malik may be the oldest son but with Vlad alive he would never be Count Dracula, or the heir to the throne. While that mattered overall, right now what mattered was making sure Vlad was alone. Ingrid was at the Council, and the Count was out hunting without Vlad's knowledge again. He might even tell Vlad, watch the clan tear itself apart without direct interference. He wouldn't use Erin's death against Vlad, he had basically done him a favour in spite of it being for 'the peace'.
Seeking out Vlad in his room, Malik brought along a bottle after remembering how dazed Vlad had looked and how easily he fell to the arousal when he was full of blood. "What do you want?" Vlad looked like he hadn't slept since Erin was dusted, which was perfectly plausible now he thought about it. "Do I need a reason to want to annoy you?" "No, but you still usually have one." "True. I brought blood. Drink?" Vlad eyed him closely, sat up in his coffin with some kind of pop up book in his lap. Eventually he held his hand out for the bottle, the casual display of power in the way he popped the cork with no hands sparking something inside Malik. Vampires love power, he couldn't help it. "Didn't think you drank AB positive, you're more a type O commoner." "And you're a vegetarian. Drink." Vlad scowled but lifted the bottle to his mouth, groaning obscenely at the rich taste of blood. He handed the bottle back when he had drunk his fill, and Malik could see Vlad's eyes fixed lower than his face, obviously noticing his bodies response to the mood.
"So that's what you came in here for." "Crossed my mind." Drinking down the rest of the bottle, heat curled in his stomach as Vlad moved his book off his lap, the shorter vampires own erection obvious now. Vlad stood, taller than him with the added height of his coffin and stand beneath him and towering power burning in the air. "Strip. Even the jacket this time." Rolling his eyes at Vlad bidding him around but knowing it was pointless to deny they wanted this, Malik shrugged off his jacket and hung it up carefully. Peeling off the rest of his clothes, he was less concerned with them and dumped them to the floor. Vlad stepped out of his coffin, pushing Malik towards his sofa until it hit the back of his knees and he fell back. He stepped back, bending down the side of his coffin and straightening up with a bottle he had clearly already been drinking from.
The red liquid was warmer than his skin as Vlad tipped the bottle, using Malik as a canvas for blood spilled art. Realising he was still dressed himself Vlad shed his clothes quickly, collecting blood on his fingers to wipe over Maliks mouth before he kissed him. He didn't indulge it very long, as soon as the flavour began to fade Vlad moved down, biting through the healed scar on his throat before continuing south. The blood on Maliks torso was a trail, Vlad's tongue following it and he could feel precum drip on to his leg, the whole thing had Vlad leaking arousal as he tasted blood and skin. The goal was clear as his tongue traced the lines of his abdominal muscles, mouth slick and warmed by blood as Vlad encased his cock and sucked hard. He could feel fangs at the edges, the only sign Vlad was anything but completely willing and wanting when it came to Malik. It didn't stop Vlad swallowing around him, hand wrapped around the base of his shaft to stroke in sync with every bob of his head.
He almost whined but made it to growling in complaint when Vlad stopped and pulled off him, even if it was instantly clear why as he held up a hand and a clear plastic bottle zoomed into it. Last time had been rough, but this time was brutal as Vlad stretched him open, barely teasing across his prostate as he forced Maliks muscles wide enough to take him. Vlad literally flipped him over, the slick head of his cock pressing into Malik with no patient gentleness anyone who had known Vlad before now would expect, just raw desire and seeking friction. It hit him deeper, harder like this as Vlad thrusted into him, cock trapped between his sticky, blood stained stomach and the little sofa thing he had no idea why Vlad owned it. Other than the obvious, as he fucked Malik into the padded seats and grunted harshly behind him. "I want you dead. I want to dance in your dust pile and scatter it in a field of garlic bulbs you psychotic bastard." "Creative." Gripping tighter to whatever he could find, trying to brace himself against the onslaught, Malik thought he shouldn't be blazing hotter as Vlad spat words like that at him but it only fuelled the hate more.
More rutting than fucking, a fight for dominance and power as much as it was a physical act of pleasure, Malik wasn't surprised it ended explosively, feeling his cock spurt beneath him only seconds before Vlad groaned and spilled into him. Vlad stumbled as he pulled away, smears of blood over his skin where he had been pressed to Malik before. "Bathrooms over there, clean yourself up and get the fuck away from me." Limbs still shaky as the aftereffects of climax fired through his nerves, Malik struggled to his feet and grabbed his clothes before flitting off. The blood was dried, needing work to come off him until his skin was clear again. The tight leathers were harder to put on when it hurt to bend and twist his way into them, but he managed and stepped out. Vlad held open the door, and he heard it lock behind him and the shower start up again as Vlad no doubt scrubbed every physical reminder off himself. The bite on his neck healed over again quickly, but if Vlad kept doing that, if he kept coming back for more, it was going to get harder to cover up.
"Don't start getting sentimental for your play time Malik, the end is nearing." was hissed past him as his mother reminded him she knew what had happened. The next time he sought Vlad out, the Count was still home but it didn't matter, not when Vlad pinned him down and ground their hips together. The feeling of their bare skin pressed together, erections sliding against each other until they both came was sublime, even as Vlad squeezed at his throat and spat "you disgust me" at him before kicking him out again. Elisabetta reminded him of their plans finalising, and Malik figured he had nothing to lose when he found Vlad leaning against his bike outside, the invitation clear in his eyes even if he was scowling. Vlad's erection firm against his back as they hit the roads was arousing in itself, before him it had been a while since a male vampire would admit they were into other vampires, longer still since someone had matched him, burned with him.
It was a different spot this time, but Vlad let him push him against the bike and pressed back against every motion of his fingers until he was growling at Malik to hurry up. He wanted Vlad desperate, full of hate and need as he tongued the underside of his cock. Vlad bucked into his mouth, thrusting roughly and making his throat ache in a way he suddenly knew he wanted again and again. Fingers twisted cruelly in his hair, Vlad using him how he wanted and groaning when Malik nudged at his prostate until he came. Playing Vlad at his own game, Malik spat the ejaculate into his hand and used it to cover his aching cock, craving the angry way Vlad could use him even when it would look as though it were the other way around as he slammed into Vlad's body.
"You know it won't be long until we destroy each other." The words were breathy, could have been mistaken for words of tenderness or affection if someone only heard the tone, not the content. "I'm counting on it." Vlad pushed back against him, his body fluid and graceful and primal as they fucked. His fangs elongated and his eyes went black, obvious even in the dark night as Vlad stroked himself roughly. Whether he wanted to get off faster or didn't want it to only be Maliks cock in his ass that made him come, he had no idea but stopped caring as he crested and crashed over the edge, Vlad's skin tearing beneath the nails digging in his hips and come striping both of them as Vlad quaked. Just like before, Vlad dressed quickly and disappeared, leaving Malik to ride back alone. And again, his mother demanded to know where he had been, though her tone of disgust as she watched him undress (extra creepy) and saw Vlad's climax painted over his skin was obvious. "You said we were almost there, I just pushed him a little further." "Be ready Malik. Soon." She disappeared, leaving him to shower sticky fluid from his skin and stretch out in his coffin with a smirk.
The next stage of it all was admitting his mother was alive, getting 'caught' by Vlad and their father 'defending' his family to her. "So she is a shapeshifter, you let me dust Bertrand when you knew the truth?" Malik shrugged, leaning casually against the throne and surveying Vlad coolly. "He was onto us, needed to be gotten out of the way. Lighten up, it was just a prank." This only seemed to amuse the Count, and Ingrid was unreadable as ever. There was a flurry of activity, Elisabetta taunting the Draculas and a decoy trap so they would assume Elisabetta was dealt with. It worked like a charm, and Malik knew it was coming when Vlad stormed into his room already radiating anger. "You bastard. You pathetic spineless psychotic... I could go on all night how much I hate you." Thankful for his ears at least, Vlad did no such thing. Instead he tossed Malik to the floor, barely tugging away his trousers far enough to thrust inside him. It was punishing and powerful, no preparation meaning he felt every thrust twice as hard as his body tried to accommodate Vlad's cock. Well, at least he had lubed up or Malik was sure he wouldn't be able to stand after.
Vlad kept his arm across Maliks back, stopping him from even trying to get up as he slammed his hips into him again and again. Teetering on the knife edge of too painful, nobody was more surprised than Malik when he came first, grimacing slightly as his t-shirt grew sticky and then more when Vlad's body spasmed as he filled him. His head was yanked backwards, twisting his neck painfully and a dark whisper of "I will kill you" hissed into his ear before Vlad shoved him down again and got away. Hissing in pain as he stood, he went to rinse off his shirt and hung it over the side of his coffin to dry - he could sleep shirtless.
It transpired Elisabetta had underestimated the Draculas - she may have poisoned the Count but that only seemed to fire up Vlad and Ingrid more. Daylight wasn't enough to stop the two of them, somehow surviving his mother literally trying to burn them alive, rolling in the sunlight and Ingrid even managed to pull Vlad from under a stake. Had Ingrid not been there, Malik would have made a joke to Vlad about expanding their repertoire when argentalium cuffs were locked around his wrists and he was pulled to the mirror room. Still healing from Vlad practically tearing him up, he knew it was intentional when Vlad slammed him down against the stool and he barely stopped himself crying out in pain, admitting vulnerability. Elisabetta came to save him, but that was obviously a trap in itself as Ingrid and Vlad tricked them all into the blood mirror. "I control this side of the mirror. You can't shapeshift here. And your handcuffs are gone."
Surprise and dumb luck aside, Vlad zoned Elisabetta there in front of him and Malik realised he was now alone against an irate clan as Vlad tossed the crystal into the lake - he couldn't cross running water to get her out. Ingrid looked prepared to stake him then and there, but Vlad held out a restraining hand and reminded her their father was dying. Following behind but staying out of sight, there was a flicker of loss as he realised he had thrown away the chance to be a part of this as Vlad didn't think twice about sacrificing his life to save both the Count and Ingrid. He pushed it away, watching in awe as Ingrid Dracula cried, begging Vlad to push the poison out and live. He just about heard the Count ask Vlad to wipe Miss McCauleys memory of it all, of them, as the human was clearly traumatised by everything she had seen, before he made himself scarce and hid back in 'his' room. He couldn't be seen by them obviously, but he could hide out for now and figure out how to get his mother out so they could escape.
It was over a week before he felt safe enough to open the door and flit down to the blood cellar, he had a couple of bottles stashed before but plotting was thirsty work. Malik could hear his mother calling him, mastering the impulse to risk being caught and hiding back out. After another few days, his mothers voice haunting every moment awake or asleep, he cracked. Standing in front of the mirror, he fought the urge to look around for anyone else and spoke. "Open the vortex." The mirror didn't so much as spark, let alone open. He tried again, even tried to walk through the mirror and nothing happened except for the gargoyle guardians throwing him back. Growling in frustration again, he realised too late he had been too loud. "I told you I would kill you myself. Why would you be stupid enough to stay?" Turning to find Vlad leaning against the wall, his face a blank mask of indifference, Malik didn't waste time arguing. "Why can't I get through the mirror?" "What?" "The vortex won't open for me, what did you do? I've been through before, you were there!"
Vlad's face changed to cool and calculating, then realisation dawned. "Maybe I should drag you through so you can ask mommy dearest." The vortex opened effortlessly to Vlad and he found himself yanked alongside, the same fog and lake waiting. "Tell him the truth Elisabetta!" There was nothing but silence for many long moments, then finally she answered with "What truth?" "You know exactly what I mean you crystallized garlic bulb." Malik thought he should defend his mother, zoned as she was, but he was too confused and starting to get angry about whatever it was he wasn't in on. "Tell me what?" Vlad didn't answer him, calling out to Elisabetta again. "If you don't tell him, I will!" "I did it for you Malik!" "Did what? Tell me!" Vlad looked up at him, smirking. "You aren't a Dracula. That's the only reason you could be barred from the mirror. Your mother lied. Turns out we aren't brothers after all." Malik stared at Vlad, searching for the lie but there was none. "Who's my father?" "No idea. Couldn't have been Arta either, he was a Dracula."
Elisabetta stopped answering, no matter how much he raged angrily at the lake she was in the bottom of. "The final betrayal. How could you?" Turning back to Vlad, his face impassive again, Malik felt a little adrift. "Now what? She wanted me to kill you all, steal the throne. Even if I had, it would never have worked. Three hundred years of waiting, and this is it. Go ahead, chuck me in with her or dust me or something." "You really are a dust brain, you know that?" Raising his eyes up again, Malik was confused. "What do you mean?" "I still hate you, I still want you dead. But you're no threat to me now." Malik blinked in surprise as he was suddenly naked, looking up to find Vlad bare skinned as well. "I control this side of the mirror remember? I decide when you leave. On your knees." Seeing Vlad's... point, Malik smirked and knelt down. They could get back to killing each other later, right now he could get revenge on his mother all over again by making her hear everything as Vlad tugged at his hair, pushing his cock bruisingly into his throat from the first thrust.
-YD-
I could have written more I guess, but this took me way longer than it should of to write because I realised I have no clue how to write Malik POV.
Ah well, this has been Bad Boys, enjoy!