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Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Part 28
- 29-Part 29
- 30-Part 30
- 31-Part 31
- 32-Part 32
- 33-Part 33
- 34-Part 34
- 35-Part 35
- 36-Prt 36
- 37-Part 37
- 38-Part 38
- 39-Part 39
- 40-Part 40
- 41-Part 41
- 42-Part 42
- 43-Part 43
- 44-Part 44
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The doorbell rang and Altair startled.

Malik chuckled at that, pressing a swift peck on Altair's lips. "I'll be right back," he promised.

Altair growled, unhappy when Malik slipped away. He pulled the blanket Malik had gotten them tighter around himself and slumped a little further onto the couch so he couldn't bee seen from the door, grabbing the remote and turning the volume a little down. He shifted uncomfortable, already missing Malik's warmth and his touches. He heard him answering the door, talking briefly with the delivery man, he heard the rustling of plastic bags being handed over, a brief "Good bye, have a nice evening" and then the door was closed again.

Malik returned to the couch and put the bags onto the small coffee table in front of Altair and he rose again, taking a inhale of air. "Smells good", he grinned up at Malik.

“Smells like deep fried frozen food and ginger," Malik smirked, yanking the blanket aside so he could fit underneath it next to Altair. "Make sure to save some for Kadar. He's going to be super hungry when he comes back."

Altair nodded, shifting aside so Malik would have more space on the couch. "What did you order him, anyway?”

"Beef and steamed vegetables. I know he is not a big fan of vitamins, but he does needs them, so I decided to health it up for him," Malik snorted.

"He is not going to like it," Altair concluded, narrowing his eyes.

"Not a single bit," by now, Malik was already grinning.

"It never stops to amaze me just how big of a sadist you are", Altair grinned and reached for one box, opening it and peering inside. Looked like fried rice, yes and the next one - yes, sweet'n'sour chicken. That was his alright.

"I'm a caring sibling promoted to parent," Malik reasoned, grabbing his own pair of chopsticks.

"What did you order for yourself?", Altair pondered and was taking the chopsticks and picking up a piece of chicken, serving it to his mouth and chewing and... food, delicious food and meat and yes it was good.

"Rice and vegetables in garlic sauce," Malik chimed. "Hope you like smelly kisses," he purred, checking through a few boxes before placing two of them on his lap.

Altair scrunched his nose, only to laugh a moment later. "I'll survive, I think," he winked, chewing on some more chicken.

"You can have some, you won't smell it so badly then", Malik grinned and took a bite himself.

"Maybe I will", Altair hummed and he sat up because he couldn't really eat when he was half laying half sitting. "I'm just glad you're still kissing me even after I've had some meat", he winked at Malik.

"Yes well, you're not having a bloody steak today. I have to tell you that was nasty, I'm not doing that again. I won't kiss you when you have steak or you just don't have to eat it when you're with me and I dare to say, you're with me most of the times", he smirked.

Altair stuck his tongue out. "The steak was delicious, thank you very much," he huffed, then went back to eating his rice. "I can't understand why you don't order food. Especially Chinese food. That stuff is delicious, come on. You have to admit that", he smiled softly at Malik and nudged him with his elbow.

"It tastes better when I cook myself", he hummed instead and inspected a piece of vegetable on his chopsticks before sticking it into his mouth.

"I don't think anything tastes good when I cook it," Altair snorted, taking a bite of chicken.

"It feels good to know you made something delicious for other people," Malik chuckled then. "And it feels good to know someone is enjoying something that is good for their body," he pointed a chopstick at Altair. "Although I have to agree, I might consider ordering food every now and then," he sighed, stretching his legs. "It's much easier than cooking."

"Much easier, yes and you don't have to clean up the mess in the kitchen", Altair agreed and when Malik grinned at him he cocked one eyebrow. "What?"

"Well I have you for that now, don't I?", he teased Altair lightly and the man just put another piece of chicken into his mouth.

"I doubt that", he snorted and Malik just answered him with a chuckle.

"Oh but I could have you do it if I promise you the right things in return - isn't that right?"

Altair almost chocked on a piece of chicken and swallowed heavily. "Really?", he pondered then and tried to sound as calm as ever.

"Yes don't get too excited though. I only do it if you behave real good. Sort of as a reward you know?", he told him and put his box down. It was only half empty. He didn't share Altair's enthusiasm about ordered food even though it wasn't all that bad.

"I can be good," Altair huffed, rubbing his cheek with the back of his hand.

"I know”, Malik smirked, wiping Altair's lip. "You made a mess, look at you..."

Altair looked horrified for a second. "I did not", he told Malik with a straight face though there was a tiny bit of sauce sticking to his bottom lip and Malik rolled his eyes at him, leaning forwards to cup the back of Altair's head, pulling him close for a kiss, his tongue briefly flickering across his bottom lip. "There", he told him.

Altair wet his lips. "Oh, that," he cleared his throat. "Maybe I should make some more mess, if it means I get a kiss.”

Malik rolled his eyes. "Make sure you mess yourself with some rice next time," he snorted, ruffling Altair's hair lovingly.

Altair looked at the food. "Will an eggroll be fine? Rice is kinda... not fun to get messy with."

"Eggroll... I don't know about egg-" He didn't get any further as Altair picked up a roll with his chopsticks and guiding it towards Malik's lips so when he spoke he bit down on it. He looked puzzled to say the least, the eggroll half hanging out of his mouth and he bit further down and bit a piece off. "What-", he muttered at Altair around a mouthful of food, then swallowed quickly. "-was that for?"

"You looked a bit hungry", Altair grinned.

Malik rolled his eyes at that, taking another bite off the fried roll before shoving it inside Altair's mouth with a growl. "You look hungrier," he announced, licking his lips free of crumbs.

Altair chewed quickly. "Come on Malik, eat some more. We have to celebrate tonight, you ordered take-away, you know?"

"Yes and Kadar will be happy when there's more food we're leave for him", he announced and Altair scooted closer to him, mischievous shining within his eyes. "Now, don't forget your manners", Malik warned him and Altair pulled a face, looking at him all innocent. "I always behave", he told him with a small smirk and Malik rolled his eyes at that, then cocked his head to one side. "Is that the reason why you wiggle so much when sitting on that red ass of yours?"

Altair's grin sloped into a scowl. "Hey, you know I can behave," he huffed, scooting closer.

Malik snorted. “You sometimes lack some manners Boy, and you know it”, he huffed but was grinning and slowly took the box of egg rolls still in Altair's hand from him and placed it on the coffee table next to the fried rice and Altair's chicken.

He only yelped a little when Malik pushed him backwards onto the couch again, slipping in between the couch's back and Altair's body. Malik felt a bit crowded with the back of the couch to one side and Altair to his other and he made a small gesture so Altair was laying half on top of him with one leg between Malik's, the other one resting on the couch. He had his head on Malik's shoulder and Malik turned a little on his side, "Blanket is missing", he murmured and Altair sighed, propping himself up on his elbow and pulling the soft fabric back over them so they were covered to their hips. "That's better", Malik hummed approving. “Back's killing me...”

Altair groaned softly, shifting his legs further apart. "We should go have professional massages once," he clicked his tongue.

"I've had a rough few days at work”, he said.

"Why? What's with work?", Altair pondered, the TV in the background completely forgotten now as Malik and his tired muscles seemed to be the center of his world now.

"It's still the same assignment I've told you about", he huffed.

"Maybe you need a few days off - or at least one."

"Can't. Too much work."

"And you're the only one who can do it." Altair rolled his eyes. "Let your co-workers do it. How about you take a few days off after that project. Hm?" He shook his head.

"I'll think about it, maybe I really could allow it," Malik chuckled "I haven't had any in a long time now. Didn't really have a reason to take them," Malik stifled a yawn and grinned. "Why, are you planning on taking a day off as well?"

"Maybe." Altair offered him a small smirk, his back arching as he shifted his weight, allowing Malik more access to his body. "I could think of a few things we could do together then", he hummed and his hand moved to Malik's neck. "You know, besides ordering unhealthy food", he chuckled. "And watching gore", he added as an afterthought.

"Mh", Malik looked thoughtful, one single finger running over Altair's spine. "I'm not sure how much those really attract me," Malik concluded eventually. "I would rather spend my time at work than watching men get their throat slit in a garage," he murmured, slowly blinking. "You better think of a proper past time for us if you want me to take a day off."

Altair snickered and shifted closer still. "Trust me on that one, I'll find something for us to do. And if not, well, I'll have to get a punishment for breaking my promise. Deal?"

"I'm sure you'll get a punishment one way or the other but deal", Malik grinned and squeezed Altair's balls a bit though it was far from being painful - at least not much. It earned him a groan and let his grin grow even wider. Altair's face turned an interesting color and he watched how his Adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed.

"I'll think of something", he squeaked and groaned a second later, sending Malik a small glare. "I think we should do something which relaxes you."

"Squeezing your balls relaxes me," Malik smirked, pressing a small kiss to Altair's lips.

"Well it relaxes you but it doesn't relax me", Altair huffed a little and Malik grinned.

"That might be true but we were talking about what relaxes me and not you", he purred with something which came close to an evil grin and Altair's shoulders slumped a bit. There was no way of denying that he liked being at Malik's mercy and to get back on higher grounds, Altair leaned up to place a kiss on Malik's lips.

Altair sighed softly, his body relaxing into Malik's touches. He hardly heard the clink of keys and sound of a door opening beyond his little bubble of bliss at having Malik being so affectionate. Malik was kind of on top of him. Well, almost. Just half of his body was and he pressed Altair further into the couch not minding the sound of the door falling back into the lock and the rustling of clothes, his tongue sweeping in small circles over Altair's, his thumb rolling over the man's jaw.

"I've got you your dumb coo-...kie." Kadar stopped within his tracks, eyes falling onto the couch where he could see his brother lying underneath that fluffy cover which was usually draped over the back of the couch and ugh, no, no his eyes! His brother, who was making out with somebody. "What the hell?!", he almost yelped and Altair's eyes went wide and he tried to get away from Malik but the man held his head close and pressed one last kiss to his lips before he lazily lifted his head and looking at Kadar. "Hey."

"Malik," Kadar whined. "God... I mean, I never get to make out with girls in the living room, this is unfair," he announced, locking the door behind him with a scowl.

"I don't want them tearing up the couch with their nails. Plus, they make noise. If I ask Altair to be quiet, he will do his best, no?" Malik purred, pressing another small kiss to Altair's lips.

Altair swallowed heavily and nodded slowly. "Uh-huh." His face was flushed as Malik had sort of caught him off guard with that kiss, causing him to curl his toes and press up against his body. His breathing was still a little heavy. "Plus, if he can't keep quiet I'll just make him", Malik smiled sweetly at him and kissed the end of his nose.

Kadar rolled his eyes and made his way over to the open kitchen and placed his backpack onto the small table there and a paper bag next to it. "Yeah, why isn't he gagged? I'm not used to coming home to something like- like this." He gestured towards them.

"You know I'm right here", Altair said softly. Really, they talked like as if he wasn't!

"Because he has been behaving well and I want to spoil him," Malik reasoned, scratching Altair's ear affectionately.

"You never spoil them - and even if you do, you never do it in the living room," Kadar reasoned, ignoring Altair's remark. Kadar then stopped with everything he was doing and slowly turned towards Malik. "...are you high or something?" the young al-Sayif's sibling's eyes went wide. "Shit, that would explain everything," he shook his head, grabbing a glass from the rack and filling it with water.

"I'm not high", Malik sort of barked at him. Please, his body was a temple- it was bad enough he was smoking occasionally be he would never turn to drugs. "I'm in a good mood", and he turned his eyes back on Altair who was blinking up at him, looking oh so very confused and a little embarrassed. "Isn't that so?", Malik asked him with a small smile, kissing him again.

Kadar grunted from behind them and almost chocked on his water as he was leaning with his hips against the counter, watching the exchange. It was then when Malik pulled back that Altair propped himself up as well using one elbow and he looked at Kadar from over the back of the couch. "I'm not them you know?", he told him and he just sounded a little snappy.

Kadar tapped his fingers against the glass, watching Altair. "Well... Mm. No, guess you're not. Malik hardly ever lets anyone in for such long time," he reasoned, placing the now empty cup in the sink. "And I admit he never actually looks top happy when he is with them, I mean, his face is usually like this," Kadar scowled, frowned and growled all at once. It was a bit exaggerated, but it described Malik when he was unsatisfied pretty well.

"Kadar...", Malik told him warningly and was about to get up but Altair quickly pulled him back down by the collar of his sweater since he was taking the blanket with him when rising.

"Hey you know to be fair...", Altair gestured towards Kadar, "this does look a lot like you." Malik's face snapped back so fast at Altair he thought he might need to massage him again later for pulling a muscle. "What?"

"A little?" Altair held up his finger and thumb close together, hen pushed himself higher and placed a small kiss on the corner of Malik's mouth. "Don't be a sourball."

"I'm not a sourball."

"You are", Kadar called from the kitchen and Altair laughed at that and only when Malik heard the sound did his face soften.

"Told you I want to keep this one", Malik spoke over his shoulder and rolled his eyes at Altair with a smile and mouthed a small 'bad boy' at him.

Kadar made his way over to them and let himself fall heavily onto the armchair next to the couch. "Food!", he cried excited and grabbed for the nearest box.

"That's Altair's. Your own is inside the bag," Malik instructed, huffing at the younger sibling as he hugged Altair close.

"Mm... Let's see what you got me, then," Kadar chimed, opening his two boxes, only to groan with frustration later. "Malik! Vegetables!" he whined, looking at his brother with miserable eyes. "Why?... Do you hate me or something?"

"No, I love you very much which is why I want you to eat healthy things", Malik explained and Altair leaned his head to one side, watching the exchange of words with a small grin on his face.

"You can have some of my chicken", he said and ignored Malik's look and Kadar's whole face seemed to light up as he took the box again he'd had before.

"Okay you can keep him Malik, he doesn't seem so bad."

"You're such a glutton you know that? I bet you would sell your own brother for some food", Malik said.

"For pizza probably", Kadar nodded with a shrug, eating a piece of chicken. "It's cold", he noted with a wrinkle of his nose. "And your boyfriend as a hickey on his neck", he pointed at Altair with a chopstick.

"Well what did you expect? For us to wait until we get married when we have our gay little wedding in Canada?" Malik rolled his eyes. "We'll cover it up," he added a few moments later, looking down at Altair and kissing his forehead.

Altair snickered. He was... not used to seeing Malik behaving so normal. This was completely new and quite thrilling.

Kadar shrugged again and ate the cold chicken, making a grab for the vegetables next. Apparently he was hungry and would rather eat that than nothing at all. "And stop doing that", he made a waving motion with his hand and made a kissing face. "I can deal with so much but I can't deal with you being all... touchy feely." Kadar pulled a face.

Altair had to agree with that, Kadar seemed actually more cool about it when he was kneeling gagged and blindfolded in the middle of the living room when he'd been the first time to Malik's place.

"Do you plan on staying here or can I expect you to shove your lazy ass into your room after you're done eating?", Malik pondered and oh really, Altair wished he'd seen Malik interacting with his brother sooner - this was quite entertaining.

"I wanted to watch the Late Night Show," Kadar complained, slouching back into the couch.

"Watch it online," Malik waved his hand, rolling his eyes. "Come on. This is what you have WiFi for."

"It always gets stuck when buffering, Malik," Kadar groaned, shoving another piece of pepper between his lips.

"I am your older brother and I am making the rules here," Malik growled, narrowing his eyes at Kadar.

"I'm the younger brother and you should not be selfish and let me watch the show," Kadar claimed, waving his chopsticks in the air.

"Well then, I hope you won't mind us getting it on the couch, then," Malik cleared his throat.

Altair made a small sound, maybe it sounded like an 'eep' but who could really tell?

"Well then you do that", Kadar huffed and damn, this looked like a fight for power and Altair sure knew as hell Malik wouldn't back down. To make his point, Kadar took up the remote and changed the channel, not even asking if they were still watching Dexter - which they weren't but hey, he could have asked right?

"You're so rude", Malik told him and sunk further onto Altair, his hand reaching for his and lacing their fingers together, pulling Altair's wrist over his head and kissing him again - he could melt just right then and there, wherever Kadar was there or not and Altair couldn't help it, but he groaned a little when Malik cupped his jaw, his thumb rolling over his cheek and urging him to part his lips to let his tongue slip inside.

"Ewww... Malik, come on, calm down the wet noises," Kadar groaned then, throwing the remote at the two and storming off with three bags of Chinese food in hand. "You can't keep him because he makes you suck ass," with that, the door to Kadar's room slammed shut.

As soon as the younger sibling was away Malik burst out laughing. "Suck ass... If only he knew how right he was..."

Altair's face lit up like a match and his cheeks felt very, very hot. "Don't say that he might hear you", he whispered at him and sure thing, "Yeah I heard that!" came Kadar's voice through the closed door.

"Well that was fun", Malik chuckled and squeezed Altair's hand.

"I feel a bit sorry for him - seeing his brother acting like a real human being-"

"Oh?" Malik arched his eyebrows at him but he did look a little amused and not angry at all - just the fake sort of angry.

"You know what I mean", Altair huffed. "You know, from how you treat them", he huffed again. He just felt a little jealous.

"Oh, you mean the onenightstands and short term subs?" Malik sighed. "Yes, he got used to seeing them. I'm not exactly proud of it, but hell get used to you and learn to like you eventually. You're a keeper, and I really feel like settling down," Malik smiled, curling his hand around Altair.

Altair leaned his forehead against Malik's shoulder. "So, am I part of the family now?" he smirked, feeling the blood rushing to his cheeks.

"You let Kadar eat your food of course you are", Malik chuckled softly and sat up and slipped in Altair's legs, the blanket going with him and riding up behind his back. Kadar wasn't hear anymore so...

Altair rubbed the back of his neck. "You know just- when you took me to your place the first time he wasn't really so surprised at all. Did you know he told me when I scream and he's not being able to sleep he'll tell you and make sure I get punished?"

"I've not been the best brother in that aspect", Malik sighed. "So Kadar stared making jokes about all my subs. I think he kind of lost hope in me finding someone to go out steady with. I think I was on the verge of it myself," he admitted, rubbing Altair's back soothingly. "Kadar jokes about things. It's his way of dealing with life. He's not some sheltered boy, Altair. I might be protecting him but trust me, I know he can stand on his own two feet when needed." ]

"I wasn't saying he's not able to look after himself." In all honesty, Altair thought when Kadar was able to put up with a brother like Malik and watching him being in scene with one of his subs was answer enough.

"He likes a lot to joke doesn't he?", Altair pondered. The little shit got him more often than not... but still, Altair thought Kadar was a person he liked. He wasn't bad after all and it made him wonder how it'd be if he had siblings. Malik was up now and between his legs, sitting on his heels and running his palms over Altair's parted thighs. "Yes he does, I've told you", Malik hummed. "Don't take him too seriously. Just ignore him. It's what I do most of the times", he chuckled.

"He did look like he wanted to watch TV though," Altair chuckled, leaning forward and kissing Malik's cheek. "Is the Internet connection that bad?"

"Not at all. Kadar just likes the couch," Malik chuckled, squeezing Altair's hips lovingly. "Can't blame him. It really is very comfortable." ]

"Yes but also not very private", Altair hummed and watched how Malik pushed his sweater upwards. "He could come back out."

"No he won't", Malik smirked at him.

"But if he needs to go to the bath-"

"He won't come out Altair. Believe me."

"But-"

"He's going to watch the Late Night Show", Malik said, "and after that he's going to be occupied but if you feel more comfortable we just move to my room”, Malik told him and nudged Altair's thigh.

Altair groaned - he really didn't want to move but he doubted Malik would carry him to his bedroom so he sat up and pulled the blanket back over his waist and watched how Malik got up.

Altair followed him and put the blanket around his waist and noticed how Malik rose one eyebrow. "Huh", he said and leaned against the kitchen counter. "What?", Altair asked.

"Looks a bit like a long skirt wearing the blanket like that..."

Altair looked down himself. "No it does not", he snorted but Malik's grin just grew.

"I bet you would look fantastic in a dress-"

"Malik!"

"Just saying. I think I'll buy you one."

"I won't wear a dress..."

"Yes you will. You'll like it", and he winked at him again. "Alright we'll talk about it later...", Malik told him and walked towards his bedroom.

"No chance in hell am I going to wear a dress," Altair groaned, holding the blanket up with one hand, following Malik into the bedroom as the other man picked up the paper bag.
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