"Hi! Sorry to bother you; I know you probably get asked this a lot, but do you ever struggle with your faith because of your sexuality? - Anon."
Malik Ishtar is a Muslim journalism student who works for a freelance newspaper, and he lives in San Fra...
Hey, y'all. Sorry this is a touch late - I was travelling most of yesterday. But here you go!
CW: Listening to people have sex without their knowledge, smut.
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He wanted to kiss them so badly. All of them. He had managed to keep the idea at bay – for the most part. But all of the tension that came with this built up to a peak and burst a few nights after he and Mehi had been attacked.
Malik just couldn't sleep. It happened sometimes, and he began writing instead of trying to force himself – he found doing that resulted in even less sleep than tiring himself out. A plaster still covered his nose, but it wasn't broken. It would be fine in a week or so.
"Fuck, Bakura-"
His eyes flickered towards the bedroom door, and then the clock. Half past one. Ryou was probably sleep talking again. He had a tendency to do that.
He turned back to his article and frowned. What was the right wording to finish it? He needed a clever line.
A muffled moan echoed through the door and Malik looked up again. Okay. Maybe not sleep talking.
"Shh."
"Fuck!"
Definitely not.
"Holy fuck, yes! Ah, please!"
He bit his lip as the image came to his mind unbidden; Ryou on top of Mehi, hair cascading down his back, as Bakura kissed them both in turn.
He squeezed his eyes shut and closed his laptop. He shouldn't be thinking about this. It was creepy.
"Mehi!"
Bakura was thrusting up into Ryou now, and Mehi biting the latter's neck.
Malik's tongue darted out over his lips. What was he doing? Fuck, his pants were getting too tight, but he didn't want to deal with the problem.
"Holy fuck- Bakura don't stop!" A pause. "Oh, you fucking tease-"
"Sh, Malik's asleep."
"God, I don't care!"
Exactly. He had to be asleep. He had to be not listening to his roommates having sex.
Despite knowing this, Malik's hand slipped down his pants and he began slowly toying with himself, fingers running up his cock.
"Fuck me harder!"
He wrapped his hand around his dick and began stroking it in earnest, biting his lip to hold back a groan.
His head was spinning and he was half out of it with exhaustion.
An orchestra of expletives and groans burst from the room.
"Fuck- fuck fuck fuck, shit, fuck! Ryou!"
Malik ground his teeth together. His hand tightened and he snuck his free hand up his shirt, twisting his own nipples.
