Now Altair got up and he walked the distance between him until he stood only inches behind Malik. His lifted his arm and his fingers hovered over Malik's shoulder but he didn't dare to touch him, not yet. Finally he closed the distance and turned the man around to face him. He leaned in, brushing his lips over Malik's but before he could finish the kiss he withdraw again and instead starred into Malik's eyes that were clouded with anger and fear.
For a few seconds they just stood there, starring at each other before Malik's face turned into an angry mask and he used his arm to push Altair away. The push was forceful enough to let him stumble a few steps away.
Altair just stood there, starring at his hands for a while before he nodded. “Good. If this is what you want then you should get what you want.”
The fist that hit Malik in the stomach caught him off guard. He doubled over in pain as he used his arm immediately to cover his stomach.
“What the fuck?” He starred up furiously at Altair but before he could do anything else, Altair gripped his collar and pulled him upwards again.
“After all we've been through, after everything we'd survived you tell me to leave – that it is over? Why?”, he demanded to know. Altair used his left leg and his weight to push Malik back against the wall.
“Altair”, Malik slowly said, “let me go.”
“No. Not until you tell me the truth.”
At this Malik smiled a cruel smile. “Stop acting like a woman Altair. I don't need to explain myself to you. Stop acting like I owe you anything.”
“You owe me everything!” Altair shouted, his voice raw with anger and he slammed Malik's right hand against the wall to hold it pinned above his head.
Unimpressed, Malik lifted one elegant eyebrow. “Since when?”, he asked calmly.
“Since we started to share a bed”, he hissed and leaned in closer.
Malik laughed; it was dry and harsh. “Why so modest now Altair? It was sex, just fucking, nothing more, nothing less. So why do you make such a big deal out of it?”
It was Altair's turn to laugh now. “I make a big deal out of this? Tell me Malik, if it's just sex, just fucking as you've said then what is it you're freaking out about it?”
For a long time Malik didn't answer and just starred at Altair. Then, finally, the took a deep breath, before opening his mouth to talk: “All this time I waited for his punishment but it never came. I guess I got careless, but now... I know better. He never stops watching us.” He locked his eyes with Altair's. “This was punishment. We can put ourselfs about the one and only, Altair. We're no gods.”
“Gods?”, Altair asked and looked dumfounded. “Is this about Allah?” Malik looked away and said nothing.
“No it's not”, Altair whispered. “You never cared about religions just as I did. Nothing is true, everything is permitted. We live by the creed, you told me that many times. Stop lying, Malik. It is me, Altair. Don't you trust me?”
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He leaned in, brushing his lips over Malik's but before he could finish the kiss he withdraw again and instead starred into Malik's eyes that were clouded with anger and fear.
For a few seconds they just stood there, starring at each other before Malik's face turned into an angry mask and he used his arm to push Altair away. The push was forceful enough to let him stumble a few steps away.
Altair just stood there, starring at his hands for a while before he nodded. “Good. If this is what you want then you should get what you want.”
The fist that hit Malik in the stomach caught him off guard. He doubled over in pain as he used his arm immediately to cover his stomach.
“What the fuck?” He starred up furiously at Altair but before he could do anything else, Altair gripped his collar and pulled him upwards again.
“After all we've been through, after everything we'd survived you tell me to leave – that it is over? Why?”, he demanded to know. Altair used his left leg and his weight to push Malik back against the wall.
“Altair”, Malik slowly said, “let me go.”
“No. Not until you tell me the truth.”
At this Malik smiled a cruel smile. “Stop acting like a woman Altair. I don't need to explain myself to you. Stop acting like I owe you anything.”
“You owe me everything!” Altair shouted, his voice raw with anger and he slammed Malik's right hand against the wall to hold it pinned above his head.
Unimpressed, Malik lifted one elegant eyebrow. “Since when?”, he asked calmly.
“Since we started to share a bed”, he hissed and leaned in closer.
Malik laughed; it was dry and harsh. “Why so modest now Altair? It was sex, just fucking, nothing more, nothing less. So why do you make such a big deal out of it?”
It was Altair's turn to laugh now. “I make a big deal out of this? Tell me Malik, if it's just sex, just fucking as you've said then what is it you're freaking out about it?”
For a long time Malik didn't answer and just starred at Altair. Then, finally, the took a deep breath, before opening his mouth to talk: “All this time I waited for his punishment but it never came. I guess I got careless, but now... I know better. He never stops watching us.” He locked his eyes with Altair's. “This was punishment. We can put ourselfs about the one and only, Altair. We're no gods.”
“Gods?”, Altair asked and looked dumfounded. “Is this about Allah?” Malik looked away and said nothing.
“No it's not”, Altair whispered. “You never cared about religions just as I did. Nothing is true, everything is permitted. We live by the creed, you told me that many times. Stop lying, Malik. It is me, Altair. Don't you trust me?”