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“Malik, the fuck! Open the door!”



Altair startled when he heard the man hammering against the bathroom's door, shooting up and water splashing over the tub's edge by the sudden movement. For a moment he was confused, his eyes open but still not able to see. Only half a second later did he realize where he was, the blindfold still taking his sight. He heard a deep sigh coming from next to him and the faint sound of rustling clothes when Malik pushed himself upwards. The door opened and the tips of Altair's ears were burning with humiliation as his hands moved instinctively to his groin, covering his nakedness as best as he could. He sat awkward in the tub with his head hanging low between his shoulders, facing away from the door.



“Malik”, the brother groaned and Altair could imagine how he peered inside the room, craning his neck to see better. “Aren't you done already?”, Kadar hissed and Altair heard some shoving, followed by a soft yelp.



“Wait your turn”, Malik told his brother and Altair almost smiled as it seemed that Malik wasn't only dominant when it came to sex.



He could hear how a whoosh of air escaped Kadar's mouth as if he wanted to say something but kept silent as the door was slammed right in front of his face.



The water started to become cold now and Altair shivered, turning his head and looking upwards where he assumed Malik was standing. “You're getting up”, Malik said and fingers wrapped around his bicep hoisting him upwards. Altair stood on weak legs and had a hard time to keep his balance. He felt like as if he was drunk, not yet fully orientated as he had woken so short ago. He hold onto Malik's arm and lifted his legs, stepping out of the tub with a waterfall of small droplets running down his body. A towel was put around his shoulders and rubbed over his body to dry him. It hurt were the rough texture met his stomach and backside, his skin still sore from the whipping earlier that night. Malik took his time to rub over those parts and between his legs. He was far to exhausted to get aroused again but couldn't help the small moan escaping his lips. It earned him a low chuckle from Malik and the man spent a few more seconds with his hands lingering on Altair's crotch, cupping his balls through the towel. 



He pat Altair's cheek and finally let go of him. “Alright”, he purred close to his ear, his tongue sweeping over it before he bit down onto his lobe. “Let me call you a cab to bring you home.”



Altair's head snapped up. “Wh- what? You said that-”



“What did I say?”, Malik murmured gently but his fingers had found Altair's chin, pressing slightly down and turning his head towards him. His voice was cold and so much different from the gentle touches earlier.



Altair worked his jaw. Hadn't Malik told him for him to stay at his place for the night? Now why the sudden change of plans? He wouldn't like to admit it but... the thought of spending the night together somehow had sounded appealing to him. He wasn't yet ready to leave – he wasn't yet ready to let go of what Malik had showed him about himself. He couldn't leave yet. It felt... wrong and Malik pushing him back into reality all of the sudden seemed cruel to him.



“I... I thought you said...”



“I believe I said if you behave I may consider to let you sleep in my bed. Tell me, Altair... did you?”



For a moment Altair wondered if it was a trick question. But then he swallowed thickly and nodded. “I think I did”, he told him in a firm voice but his body was shaking – he liked to believe it was because of the bath and his still damp skin.



“You did”, Malik praised him, “but,” and Malik sighed theatrically, “I changed my mind.”



Altair's head snapped up and if it weren't for the blindfold Malik would meet an angry glare. This wasn't part of their deal and Altair felt kind of... cheated. 



Malik leaned close into Altair's body, his lips brushing over his ear, “I think that's a reward I'd like to keep for later. When you come back to me”, his whispers were rough. He pulled away and Altair already missed the warmth radiating from the man's body. The sudden loss of heat made him feel empty, almost disconnected from the world and yearning for more. “But for now”, and Malik gave one of his buttocks a small slap but since it caught Altair by surprise he couldn't keep the yelp inside, “you're going home.” Malik left the towel wrapped around Altair's shoulders and went out of the bathroom. Altair heard the jingling of his belt as his pants were picked up and only seconds later he could hear Malik returning to him. He nudged Altair's left foot. “Up”, was all he said and Altair did, his underwear and pants placed over it and Malik tapped against his right foot, not saying anything because Altair already knew what to do. His pants were put back on and it was a bit difficult to get his shirt on without being able to see but he managed with Malik's help. Last came his shoes and he assumed Malik was kneeling in front of him as he tied them back up.



A single finger curled into Altair's collar in front of his shirt, pulling him forwards and out of the bathroom. His hair was still damp and a thing layer of sweat was covering his skin from the bathroom's humidity. He felt Malik's hand slip something into his front pocket. “You can find my number in your phone. I'll call you when I want to see you again”, he purred next to Altair's ear as he stood behind him, one hand on his left hip, the other one still inside his pocket before Malik let go of him. 



“Cab's waiting for you”, and Malik pulled the blindfold from Altair's head and all it needed was a gentle push between his shoulders blades which sent him outside and into the hall of the apartment complex. 

 

Altair was to perplex to say anything, his eyes blinking rapidly as he fought against the black dots dancing in front of him as his sight needed to adjust to the dim light in the hall. Malik pushing him out of the door hold the same meaning as if he'd just pushed him into a bottomless pit. He was falling, falling fast and for a moment Altair just stood still, eyes closed as he fought against the nausea rising in his throat. He swallowed the bitter taste of bile, turning around and staring at the closed door. For a second he considered to hammer at the door, demanding Malik to stop fucking with him and, what the hell, he didn't deserve such treatment! His knuckles were already hovering in the air before his hand sunk back down to the side of his body. Behavior like that wouldn't get him anywhere, not tonight at least.

Altair's face was set into a grim mask when he shoved his hands into his pockets and turned around, walking back the way they'd come from and went outside. Malik was right though, the cab was already waiting for him and when he finally opened the door to his own place, he slumped with his back against the wall, looking up the ceiling and sighing deeply. A quick glance to his clock told him that it was after 3 am., almost 4 in the morning. Well, shit. He rubbed his face with both hands and closed the door behind him before wobbling into his bedroom. He had to work tomorrow. He'd almost forgot. He only managed to take off his jeans and shoes, kicking them across the room and fell face first into his bed, groaning into his pillow. Fuck it. Tomorrow was another day and all of what he'd experienced would be nothing more but the memory of a dream he'd had. While Altair didn't like to admit it, the night had changed his entire life and he might not know it yet but nothing would ever be the same when he would wake in the morning.