"I mean, c'mon, everybody knows that how you ruin a good action movie! You'd think Hollywood would learn." Desmond groaned. Altair hummed in response. He couldn't care less, and if he could care less, he would. He phone rung, signalling a call. He flipped it out of his pocket as he and his cousin walked to the food court.

"Hello?" Altair spoke into the receiver.
"Hey Altair." Malik's voice echoed down the phone. Desmond leaned over to speak into the receiver.
"Pass the weed!" Desmond yelled into the receiver in a low voice. Altair punch the younger in the shoulder then put the phone back to his ear.
"Kadar was wondering where Desmond was, now we know." Malik sighed.
"Why did Kadar wanna know where Desmond was?"
"They're in the same class." Malik said matter-of-factly.
"Oh." Altair simply replied. He could nearly feel Malik's eyes roll through the phone.
"Anyway," Malik begun, straching it out. The clatter of kitchen wear sounded down the phone, showing that Malik was cooking something. Altair throught it was probably his home ec. project. "Mr. Kenway gave us a test. You should come over and get the notes."
"Mr. E. Kenway the English teacher or Mr. H. Kenway the History teacher?"
"Both." Malik answered immediately. Altair groaned as he flopped into the seat at one of the food court tables. Desmond motioned towards a pizza place with the nod of his head and held up two fingers on one hand and one on the other. Altair pointed to the hand with two fingers, knowing that meant a gorgeous slice of delicious pepperoni, bacon and ham pizza. Desmond nodded and went to get the order.

"I hate when they put the tests together." Altair groaned. "just because they're father and son doesn't mean they have to do that."
"I know. Not only have you gotta be acurate with your history but you have to be descriptive." Malik agreed. "I take it that means you're coming over?"
"Are you baking a cake?"
"Chocolate sponge with white chocolate icing."
"Give me twenty minutes." Altair was already imagining that cake. The two exchanged good byes just as Desmond returned with the food.

Altair pulled up outside the Al-Sayf House, parking on the curb. He pulled the keys out of the ignition, got out of the car, locked it up and jogged up the cobble stone walk way. He hit the button for the mic. A few seconds later a fuzzy 'come in, it's unlocked.' sounded from the white box. Altair pushed down the door handle and let himself in. He closed the door and wiped his feet, like Mrs. Al-Sayf had so many times before told him to. He went to go into the sitting room, pushing the handle down and walking into the door. He rubbed his face, glaring at the locked door.

Kadar was defiantly in the sitting room.

A scramble of feet sounded inside the room and a click of keys turning soon after it. Kadar stood in the archway, smiling awkwardly up at the elder.
"Sorry. Habit." He half giggled, playing with the unsewn hem of an old grey shirt with "The Beatles" on the front.
Altair waved it off, saying it was fine. He walked into the sitting room and sat in a leather armchair. A matching leather three seater where right angled to the left of him and the TV mounted on the wall above the fire place to the right of him. A love seat was parallel to him and a cheap glass coffee table sat in the middle. MTV Rocks was on the TV and the fireplace was currently being used as a bin. Altair eyed Kadar up and down. It looked like all the kid was wearing was that shirt and a pair of boxer shorts. He ploped down on the couch, texting wildly on his Samsung phone. 'he take 'going against the mainstream' to the extreme' Altair thought, chuckling. Kadar's eyes darted over to Altair then back to the phone.

"Where's your brother?" Altair spoke up.
"Out" Kadar replied monotonously. Unlike his brother, he managed to sound cute while monotonous. "Had to get pictures of his cake developed. He's walking so he'll be a while." Kadar slipped the touch screen over the keypad of his phone, slipping it onto the coffee table. "Want some cake?"
"Well, uh, if your having some, I suppose." Altair was simply being polite, he really wanted to sink his teeth into Malik's cake. It was always so delicious. He felt like he was cheating on food whenever he ate it.

Kadar hopped off the couch and left to the kitchen. Altair's phone went off, a text from Desmond.

'can u get milk on ur way hom tnks' ~ D
'use some proper grammer and I'll think about it' ~ A
'I ned my credit 4 tings plz get milk' ~ D
'I can't understand your horrible spelling.' ~A
'WE NED MILK 4 SERAL & T PLZ GET MILK OR G-PA WIL GET MAD PLZ'~ D
'what?!' ~ A
'Can you please get milk for cereal and tea or Grandpa will be mad. Please.' ~ D
'okay, I'll get milk. That wasn't o hard, was it? :P' ~ A
'fuq u' ~ D

Altair laughed at the childishness of Desmond.
"What's so funny?" Kadar asked, coming back in with two pieces of cake. He passed Altair his plate.
"Just Desmond being Desmond." Altair said, taking the cake. He picked up the fork on the plate and toke a piece. Kadar placed his on the glass table and left the room again. He soon returned with a can of spray cream. He sat back down and smothered the cake in the cream. Picking up the plate and taking a large bit of the cake into his mouth the the fork, Altair couldn't help but stare a little, eating his own cake.

The younger moaned slightly in delight at the desert, a small bit of cream was at the side of his mouth. His tongue darted out and licked it up. He continued to eat his cake. Altair was somewhat jealous of that fork.

Kadar noticed Altair's stares and smiled at him.
"Did you want some cream?" he asked, chirpy as usual. Altair was dragged from his daze. He swallowed the lump of cake in his mouth.
"No thanks. I don't like cream." he replied. Kadar scooched down the couch, closer to Altair.
"When did you try it?" Kadar asked, innocent eyes rich with curiosity.
"When I was younger. About nine." Altair explained, looking away from Kadar and back at the cake.
"Well, you might like it now." Kadar said. Altair shrugged.
He looked back up as Kadar sat in his lap, legs dangling over the arm of the chair. The sudden close presence made Altair blush a little. Kadar spayed a little bit of cream on Altair's plate and dropped the can somewhere on the floor. He scoped some of the cake and cream on Altair's fork.

"Open up." he purred, pulling Altair's mouth open ever so gently with his thumb. Altair let the younger feed the cake to him, never breaking eye contact with those beautiful blue orbs. He chewed the food slightly then swallowed down. "See, not that bad."
"I guess." Altair replied, not really knowing what he was saying. Kadar smirked, eyes half lidded.
"Open up." he whispered, taking the cake from Altair and placing it on the coffee table.

Altair opened his mouth slightly. Kadar met Altair's lips with his, slipping his tongue in. Altair's eyes almost automatically closed and and he started to kiss back. The Wire by Haim played in the background while the two fought for dominence. Altair placed one hand at the back of Kadar's head and the other on his far hip, keeping him on his lap. The younger drapped his arms around the other, fingers entwinging at the back of his neck.

The two made out with heat and dry lust with each kiss. Altair kissed down the boys neck and to his exposed collar-bone. He bit down slightly, making the other yelp from the sudden pain. He clashed their lips back together before he couldn't complain.

Kadar zipped down the older's hoodie and fisted the shirt. Altair pulled the hand away from his shirt, earning a groan from the other which broke into a gasp as Altair's hand slid down the slender figure to his rear, giving one of the cheeks a firm squeeze.

A creak signalled Malik's return. Kadar jumped off a rather dazed looking Altair and picked up his empty plate and darted into the kitchen, walking past his older brother and only muttering a hello.

Malik walked in, leaving a paper bag the held what he had gone out for on the couch that Kadar once occupied.
"Do you wanna come up and get those notes?" Malik pointed up, meaning his bedroom.

"Sure, sounds good." Altair stood up. Luckily, his friend hadn't got excited during his experience with Kadar. Malik led the way upstairs.
Malik held the door open for Altair, kicking it closed when they both entered. Altair turned around just in time to be pushed down by the one armed man. Altair propped himself onto his elbows as Malik straddled him. Malik forcefully kissed him. Altair smirked into the kiss, his hands roaming down to the other's pants.

Altair rubbed his eyes, stumbling out of his car and up the drive to the front door. He slipped the key in and fell in the door, holding onto the handle to stop himself from hitting the floor. Altair closed the door and stared at himself in the hallway mirror for a moment.

Black eye, bitten and slightly bloody bottom lip, hair a holy mess. All Malik's work. Altair smirked to himself, and that was only his face. He noticed loud music pounding from Desmond's room. No one in the house minded loud music. Someone was always playing it, and if it wasn't them, it was someone in the street. Except it was the mix CD that Altair had done up for himself and didn't even let Malik KNOW about. He was pissed.

'That piece of shit was in my room!' Altair mentally cursed, running up the stairs to the tune of Jesse's Girl. He flung the door open, instintly regretting it.

Before him was none other then his cousins Desmond and Ezio, shirtless, on Desmond's bed with Ezio undoing the other's pants and Desmond hands cuffed to the head of the bed. Altair got the full side view. Desmond's face was full red and wide-eyed with embarrassment while Ezio simply stared at the wide eyed Altair who's mouth was gaping like a fish.

It was like that for a few moments. Just an embarrassed Desmond, shocked Altair and slowly but surely getting pissed Ezio.
"Do you mind, we're busy." Ezio commented. Desmond gave him a death glare but Ezio was looking at Altair and he couldn't pull it off since he looked like a tomato.

"B-Busy!?" Altair snapped. "You're my cousins!"
"Si, but Dezmund is not MY cousin." Ezio stated matter a factly.
"I don't give a shit!" Altair continued to yell. "You're both related to me so stop this!" Ezio sighed and shook his head.
"It's going to happen if you like it or not, Altair." he stated. Desmond was just lying there, staring at nothing and letting his mind entertain him. "Either you get out or you stand and watch."
"You. Wouldn't." Altair glared down at the Italian. Ezio smirked at him and returned his attention to Desmond.

He got Desmond's attention with a lustful kiss. Desmond moaned slightly. Ezio kissed down the other's chest and abdomin, pulling off his jeans as he went down. Desmond gasped and arched his back in a moan as Ezio toke his 'manhood' into his mouth.

Altair had seen enough and slammed the door shut. Cheeks a fiery red.
"Don't stop just cause he's gone!" Desmond yelled. Oh god, now Altair would have the image of Ezio sucking off Desmond all night. Altair glared through the door.
"That bastard." he cursed under his breath.