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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Assassin's_Creed
  Relationship:
      Kadar_Al-Sayf/Malik_Al-Sayf
  Character:
      Kadar_Al-Sayf, Malik_Al-Sayf, Faheem_Al-Sayf
  Additional Tags:
      Sibling_Incest, PWP, Masturbation, Alternate_Universe_-_Modern_Setting
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-31 Words: 2752
****** Learning Is Fun ******
by metapod
Summary
     Just a couple of kids exploring their sexualities.
Notes
     I don't even know what to say about this. Kadar and Malik are
     probably 3 or 4 years apart in this fic. Enjoy!
It wasn’t uncommon that in the dark of the Al-Sayf’s shared bedroom, when the
sun had long gone down and the lights all turned off, the older brother would
toss his covers aside with a silent huff, and find his way to the opposite side
of the bedroom. Once there he would loom over his little brother’s bed like a
docile ghost, and if the snoring persisted he would grab Kadar’s side and
delicately push him onto his back. If that didn’t work he would be less
delicate in his pushing, and so on until the younger brother awoke snuffly and
grumbly. Then Malik would rush back to his own bed, to take advantage of the
short window of time he had to fall asleep to silence.
So, on a night when Malik (being the older brother) came to bed a little late,
and wasn’t given any greeting from his brother’s unmoving form laying in his
respective bed across the room, he did the normal thing and assumed the younger
brother was sleeping. Then, he proceeded getting ready for bed quietly.
It wasn’t until Malik had cozied up in bed, covers up to his chin and eyes
closed, that he recognized the oddity of the situation. Malik could scarcely
remember the last time he had to prepare for bed carefully; Kadar often made
enough noise in his sleep to drown out the sound of a marching band, let alone
the poised Malik.
“Kadar?” Malik’s voice was raspy in his attempt to whisper across the room, and
it didn’t appear to carry to his brother.
“Kadar.” He repeated, louder. The younger brother didn’t stir.
With growing concern, Malik threw off his covers and padded over to his
brother’s side. He kneeled down beside his brother’s bed, so that the two were
face-to-face. He waited for a beat, like he normally would, and their close
proximity allowed Malik to see the slightest flicker of eyelids through the
darkness.
“I know you’re awake,” Malik said with a grin.
Kadar didn’t say anything, but he let out a puff of air that Malik could feel
on his face, and eventually his eyebrows crossed and his eyes opened. The
brothers had something of a staring contest then, Malik with a smug smile on
his face, and Kadar with a stubborn frown. Malik spoke after a while.
“Why are you awake?” He asked.
“I dunno,” Kadar shrugged.
Malik noted his brother’s voice was a little off-kilter, like it often was when
Kadar tried to lie.
“Kadar,” Malik pressed, taking on a tone he learned from their father.
Kadar seemed particularly shifty then, and Malik recognized it as his brother
debating whether or not to tell him. He had to fess up eventually, so Malik
waited patiently, trying to imagine what was on his brother’s mind. Likely he’d
broken something of their father’s and was hiding it under the covers. Possible
he’d broken something of Malik’s, so the older brother crossed his fingers; he
didn’t own an item more valuable than his little brother’s wellbeing though, so
Malik wasn’t terribly concerned.
“Whatever it is, I won’t be mad, and if dad is we’ll say it was my fault,
okay?” Kadar already knew the drill, but Malik tried to reassure him to speed
up the process.
“...Promise?” Kadar mumbled into his blankets.
Malik nodded his head eagerly.
Kadar turned over onto his back, thoroughly twisting the blankets around, and
Malik leaned back from the bed to give room for his brother to sit up and sort
himself out. Just as Malik had expected, Kadar reached under the covers
hesitantly once he was situated. But, rather than pull something out from under
them, Kadar peeled the blankets off so that he was left in just his pyjamas.
After a short moment, Malik looked down and spluttered at what he saw. Kadar
looked positively mortified at his reaction; his hands dug into the mattress on
either side of him, and when Malik was able to avert his eyes from his younger
brother’s tented pants and look at his face, Malik saw the redness and watery
eyes – effectively sobering to the older brother.
“Oh, Kadar…” He bit his lip, eyes flickering down and up again. Malik’s mind
was whirring, trying to figure out an explanation for his brother in record
time. “It’s not – You’re – It’s okay.”
His explanation didn’t appear to help, Kadar just continued staring at him with
big, confused eyes. Malik tried again.
“It’s normal, you just have to, uh,” Malik faltered for a moment, but picked
back up with confidence. “It’ll go away.”
Kadar whined then, and his grip on the mattress went loose.
“When?” He asked, starting to sound more exasperated than concerned.
“Um, well, it depends.”
The younger brother stared again, awaiting an explanation.
“Well, you can always wait for it to go away.” Malik prayed that would be the
end of it, that his brother could find out through the internet or his friends,
but Kadar replied almost immediately with another whine.
“But it’s been forever!” Kadar accentuated his statement with a sort of
writhing, scooting his way down to a slouch against his headboard.
Malik blinked; his little brother must have an idea as to what to do. He
ignored the thought for a moment.
“How long?” Malik asked, trying for professional.
Kadar shrugged. “Since you came to bed I guess,” He said.
The older brother rolled his eyes, “That’s not long, Kadar.”
For the third time Kadar whined, although now it was more of a groan, and he
raised his hips as he slid down the bed completely to have his head on the
pillows again. Malik watched the motion with a troubled fascination. Finding
his mouth peculiarly dry, the older brother licked his lips.
Malik decided it would be too painful trying to describe to his little brother
exactly how you get rid of a hard-on, but as his eyes shifted uncomfortably
around the room they landed on a wooden chair sitting in the corner, and an
idea slowly began to form in the older brother’s mind. He spared a glance at
Kadar, whose eyes seemed to be burning holes through the dark to look at his
big brother, then abruptly stood to retrieve the chair without a word.
With his back turned Malik could hear the rustling of fabric against fabric,
but when he’d heaved the chair up off the ground and was hobbling back to his
brother’s bedside, Kadar hadn’t appeared to have moved.
“What are you doing?” Kadar’s childish voice asked through the darkness.
Malik dropped the chair to the ground, plopped down on top of it, and pondered
for a moment before replying, “I’m gonna show you.”
As hard as he’d been trying to avoid looking at his brother’s crotch, Malik
couldn’t help but to let his gaze flicker to the offending bulge as he dragged
a hand up his own thigh to reluctantly palm himself. Kadar’s interest was very
obviously piqued, as he was stock still and dead silent. Malik would even say
it seemed as though his younger brother was holding his breath. But, Malik’s
attentions were more on himself, surprised as he was by how easily his own
erection came. He vocalized his surprise with a soft grunt, leaning back more
into the chair as he did.
The movement seemed to shock Kadar out of his stupor, and after a few blinks he
began following after his brother’s demonstration, reaching a hesitant hand
downwards to grab at the bulge in his own pants with a breathy sound of
surprise, and relief.
Malik nearly snorted in reply, but instead did nothing more than glance up at
his brother, then bring his gaze back down again as he took his ministrations a
step further. His younger brother caught on quicker than the last time,
reaching a hand down his pants as Malik had done. Unfortunately, that gave
Kadar a rather poor view of his older brother’s actions.
“Your pants are in the way.” Kadar pointed out.
Malik shot him a swift look that said “shut up”, and Kadar aptly shut his mouth
again.
At this point Malik’s cheeks were burning, and he was awfully grateful for the
lack of lighting. He wasn’t sure whether it was helpful or not that his baby
brother seemed more curious than anything about the whole situation; unless
those big round eyes were the result of something other than curiosity.
Sucking in a breath, Malik pushed the front of his pants down to release his
cock, hard then. Kadar seemed to have suddenly picked up on instinct, rutting
against the hand stuffed down his pants, but not making a sound. Shedding his
embarrassment in exchange for an increasing arousal, Malik grabbed hold of his
erection, letting out a low groan as he did.
Kadar was quick to react at that, propping himself up on his elbows and pulling
his own pants down.
“Ha – Mal…”
Malik looked up again at his name being called, and with a jolt of arousal
noted his brother jerking himself off.
“Slow down,” Malik said, voice suddenly rough around the edges. Kadar slowed
down with some obvious effort.
Watching his brother in the compromising position he was in, Malik’s mind
surged with every memory he had of the dirty things he refused to discuss with
his friends, of every picture or video jokingly sent to him – meant to bug him
at the time. They certainly weren’t bugging him now. Although, Malik had to
wonder exactly how fortunate it really was to now be putting his baby brother
in those dirty memories. Either way, Malik’s head was full of ideas, and if
Kadar’s increasingly choppy, laboured breathing was anything to go by, he
wouldn’t get the time to follow through with them.
“Wait,” Malik said.
Kadar didn’t stop this time, instead he just gave his older brother a strained
look from the corner of his eye.
So, Malik reached forward with his left hand to grab his brother’s arm in a
grip much stronger than Kadar could fight off. The younger brother turned his
head to look at Malik, an almost pained expression on his face. And just as
Kadar opened his mouth to complain, Malik stood suddenly, and Kadar’s mouth was
left parted in surprise (awe?) as his older brother’s cock bounced hardly a
foot away from his face.
Malik’s one hand stayed on his brother’s arm, while the other hand shucked his
pants to the ground, allowing Malik to step out of them and climb up onto the
bed. He released his grip on Kadar to crawl atop his brother’s legs, straddling
his thighs, and luckily Kadar seemed too interested in whatever it was his big
brother was doing to continue jerking off.
Slowly, almost carefully, Malik positioned himself above his brother so that
when he sat their cocks bumped. Kadar took in a sharp, startled breath, and
looked up into his older brother’s eyes with a creased brow. Malik’s
expression, on the other hand, could only be described as ravenous as he caught
eyes with his younger brother. If he listened carefully Malik could hear his
own heartbeat in his ears over Kadar’s soft panting.
Kadar let out a strangled sound when Malik reached for his brother’s dick,
bringing it up to his to grab hold of both and start pumping. As the speed of
his ministrations increased Kadar continued ‘hmm’-ing and ‘ha’-ing. Malik
watched, absorbed in the look of his baby brother, mouth agape and thrashing
his head about, gripping the covers as if for his life.
The older brother could feel his own gut pooling with warmth rapidly, and let
out a choked noise of his own as he placed a hand up beside his brother’s arm,
moving to lean over him completely. Kadar’s hand shot up almost instantly to
grip at his brother’s shirt; their closeness allowed Malik a spectacular view
of his brother’s face, but he found himself having a hard time keeping his eyes
open to watch.
It wasn’t long before Kadar was making consistent grunts, and jerking his hips
up to meet Malik’s hand. The older brother was taken by surprise though, when
Kadar flung his arms around Malik’s neck to pull his big brother’s head down
beside his own. Malik just had the time to turn his head before it hit the
pillow, and perhaps it was Malik’s ragged breathing in his ear that had Kadar
leaning forward to bite down hard above his brother’s clothed collarbone,
muffling a drawn out groan as his erratic thrusting slowly came to a halt.
His position didn’t allow him to watch his younger brother’s orgasm, but Malik
was too far gone to care much. He was more focused on the biting, only becoming
harder as Malik continued pumping both of their cocks. Kadar was obviously
oversensitive, but it was only another ten seconds before Malik was burying his
face in his brother’s pillow, and the jerks became random as he came with no
more than a couple grunts.
Kadar grunted as well, when Malik let go of both of their cocks to flump down
on top of his brother, regretting it when the sticky feel of cum between their
shirts became apparent. After a few beats he pushed himself upwards with a
sigh, like he would waking up on a school day (although usually he wouldn’t be
straddling his brother), and tugged his shirt up over his head. Once his shirt
had been balled up, he motioned for his brother to raise his arms, but when he
looked Kadar’s eyes were already closed. He was up way after his bedtime, after
all. So, Malik raised each of his brother’s arms himself, careful not to get
semen anywhere as he pulled the shirt off of Kadar.
Twisting his upper half a good deal to aim properly, Malik tossed both of the
shirts towards their laundry hamper; grateful for learning how to play
basketball as they landed in the heap of clothing, completely inconspicuous
looking. Turning back to face his brother, Malik remembered to tuck his dick
back into his pants, halting as he looked down at his brother’s. He reasoned,
with a twinge of embarrassment, that he couldn’t exactly have qualms with
touching his brother’s penis now, and did the same for him.
After that Malik moved over to lay down beside his brother, pulling the
blankets out of their heap on the bed to throw over himself and Kadar. As he
did this Malik considered the next morning, when their father came to wake them
up. He would explain that Kadar had a nightmare, and needed his big brother to
comfort him (not an unlikely story in the least.) As for their shirts, it had
gotten hot in the night and they had needed to take them off; Malik had put
them in the laundry hamper, and would be happy to do the laundry that day.
Content with his plan, Malik closed his eyes and slung an arm over his brother,
silently praying he’d be able to fall asleep before Kadar started snoring.
“Goodnight brother,” Malik said.
“Mmmreh,” Kadar said.
––––––––––
The next morning, Kadar and Malik were both a little more difficult to get out
of bed than usual, but Malik – a perfect example of composure despite his lack
of sleep –explained to their father why. Faheem nodded in understanding, but
still held a curious look on his face.
“Malik... may I ask why you might be wearing a bite mark?”
Malik froze then, only just saving himself from going wide-eyed and blowing his
cover. Just as he opened his mouth to stammer out a half-assed response, Kadar
replied with an awfully cheeky grin.
“We were playfighting and he pinned me down,” Kadar explained, then continued
with a toothy grin: “So I bit him.”
Faheem laughed, then tsked in good humour.
“I thought I’d taught you better than that,” Faheem said, shaking his head as
he turned towards Kadar.
Malik watched closely; wary.
“I suppose I still have to teach you…” Faheem said.
Just as Kadar caught on and began scrambling for the wall, his father lunged
forward and slung the boy over his shoulder, laughing. Kadar squealed as his
ribs were attacked by Faheem’s hands; prodding and tickling until Kadar nearly
wiggled out of his grasp.
Malik continued to watch as Faheem carried his brother out of the room.
“Coming for breakfast, Mal?” His father called down the hall.
Malik smiled, “Yes father!”
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