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Kalandok in Warisan	By : KimTime-Wolf Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 1689 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Once everything was put away Malik started on dinner, poking his head into the living room he asked. “You guys want salad with this?”
“Yes, actually that sounds quite good.”
“Sure.”
Malik turned back to the fridge at the affirmative responses, as he reached down to open the vegetable drawer he was grabbed around the waist and pressed back into a solid chest.
“Wha?”
“You really shouldn’t bend over like that. It’s entirely too enticing.” Desmond’s deep voice whispered in his ear.
Malik fought to repress a shiver, “What are you doing?” He tried to sound irritated, but failed horribly.
If Malik could have seen the evil grin that graced Desmond’s face he probably would have run for the hills, or maybe a bedroom, dragging Desmond with him. But he didn’t so his secret crush was safe for the moment. “Currently? I’m holding you in my arms. I certainly don’t hear you complaining.”
Malik rolled his eyes at the smugness of that response as a blush crossed his face, he really didn’t think anything like this could happen outside of his own head. But to be on the safe side, just in case Desmond was only teasing him because he found out that Malik was gay, he tried to play it off like the situation didn’t affect him at all.
“I can’t make dinner with you latched on to me Desmond.” Malik was proud of himself, he’d actually sounded grumpy when he said that. But Desmond’s reaction was to tighten his hold and tug Malik’s ear between his teeth.
At that moment Clay decided to walk through the front door and loudly complain that Cross Country practice had sucked, saving Malik from melting to a puddle of goo on the kitchen floor.
“He’s such a baby.” Desmond murmured running a hand up Malik’s chest.
Malik flinched and grabbed Desmond’s wayward hand along with the one still resting against his stomach and turned to face him. “I’d say he’s allowed, Cross Country is pretty hardcore.”
Desmond didn’t complain when Malik kept a hold of his hands after he turned to face him, he even grinned when Malik took no notice of him entwining their fingers. “Maybe, but Football is harder.”
“Not really.” Malik stated as Clay slumped into the kitchen.
“Oh? How would you know?” Desmond challenged a gleam in his eyes.
“He’s on both teams Des.” Clay inserted having heard the tail end of the conversation, “He’s your star line-backer not to mention the fastest guy on the Cross Country team.”
Desmond blinked several times, “No, that guy’s name is Al.”
Malik lost it; he laughed so hard tears streamed down his face. Desmond looked put-out by this and Clay and Shaun (who had come into the kitchen with Clay) looked dumbstruck, they’d honestly thought Desmond knew who he was. Resting his head on Desmond’s shoulder Malik choked out, “My last name is Al-Sayf. Doffus.”
When Malik finally had himself under control he looked over into the shell-shocked face of his leaning post. In order to not have another giggle fest Malik untangled his fingers from Desmond’s and went about getting things set up to make dinner shaking his head all the while. While still pulling pots and pans out he asked, “You gonna want in on dinner Clay?”
When he didn’t get an answer Malik looked over at him as he reached into the fridge. Eyes widening in surprise Malik put the tomatoes on the counter and closed the fridge, turning back to an obviously angry Clay. “What’s wrong Clay?”
Having brought everyone’s distracted attention to said Cross Country runner Shaun took one look at Clay and then hastily left the room.
“Shaun?” Malik was confused as to why he’d left, let alone in such a hurry.
But not for long. “How DARE you!” Clay exploded.
“Huh?”
“Desmond is mine!” Malik simply blinked at him, he honestly didn’t know what to say to that.
“Oh shut up! Fuck Clay, I broke up with you a month ago!” Desmond rounded on him, “Because of behavior like this! Shit like this is why you aren’t allowed on the Football team.” Desmond turned to look at Malik an indiscernible emotion in his brown eyes. “Besides,” he turned back to Clay. “That was MY doing. I don’t think Malik even noticed that I’d twined our fingers until he had to pull them apart.” Desmond’s shoulders suddenly slumped in a defeated way, “And he didn’t even seem to care about it then. I really am always second best to you Malik. Damn.” This comment directed at Malik by Desmond looking at him, the sorrow in his eyes almost killed Malik with its intensity. Desmond left the room and a few seconds later his bedroom door was heard slamming.
/Again with the second best thing. What the heck does that even MEAN!?/ Malik was seriously lost now.
“I assume Shaun vanished because he knew you guys dated?” Malik asked of the heavy atmosphere in the kitchen after a long and inhumanly silent pause.
Clay’s broken expression quirked a smile, “Probably.” And then Clay crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back against the counter, the island with the dinner makings between them. “Though until last year we were actually a threesome.”
Malik blinked at that, “I never would have pegged any of you as gay.” He said truthfully.
“Yeah, keeping it from you was the hardest part.” Clay winced as his mouth filter broke.
“Why didn’t you just tell me?” Malik started chopping tomatoes, lettuce and cucumbers into a large bowl. The whole slight from Shaun rising to the fore again with this new one added to it. /Some 'best friend'./
“You making Spaghetti? I’ll finish the salad.” Clay was fearful for the cutting board's life.
“Sure thing.” And Malik stomped to the stove and started boiling water and browning hamburger, not sure if Clay was going to answer him or not. Hell Malik wasn’t sure he even cared what the answer was; he was pretty pissed by this point. The only thing keeping him from violence was cooking, Malik liked cooking.
When the salad was done Clay set it to chill in the fridge and put away the remaining stock. “Garlic bread? You guys never get this.”
Malik looked over from the stove to where Clay was staring at the bread on the counter, “Yeah, Shaun put it on the list, so...” Malik shrugged.
Clay smiled, “Must have known Des was gonna be here.”
“Maybe. Italian food a favorite of his or something?” Malik asked.
“Yeah, it is. I’m sorry for snapping at you. It was really uncalled for. It’s just-. I assume that Des didn’t tell you about us because he doesn’t really know you. The whole you being on the Football team thing being case and point. The reason me and Shaun didn’t tell you is that we both realized Des had a thing for you the moment he saw you at your guys’ orientation and Shaun could tell that you were gay.” Clay’s voice got quieter and quieter until it died out altogether.
Malik was sure of two things: one; that if he turned around Clay would have his head hanging down staring morosely at his feet and two; if he turned around Clay would get the ass kicking of his life.
“You were afraid I’d steal him?” It was more statement than question, but it was said so incredulously that Clay actually flinched. “I’m not like that.” Malik spit out through his teeth. Clay took that as his cue to quietly leave the room.
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