#which malek twin is better in bed part two

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Which Malek Twin is Better in Bed: An Experiment; Part Two

@theultraviolencefan

Word Count: 9500. This is a big boy. 

This is Sami’s part but there may be some bonus Rami. I did the best I could. Sorry this took so long but I had some struggles. Special shout-out to @diasimar, @xmxisxforxmaybe, @r-ahh-mi, and @breadnbutternips for your input, guidance, suggestions, and overall support. I swear I wouldn’t keep writing if it wasn’t for you wonderful ladies. <3  I love you all. 

Warnings: Protected/Unprotected Sex, Slightly dom-ish behavior, alcohol consumption referenced, some fluff, some self-indulgent random sort of Pride & Prejudice references. 

Part One ( H E R E )

You’d been in a fantastic mood since Tuesday night and the people you were closest too had definitely taken notice. Currently you didn’t possess the ability to stop laughing, singing and dancing around playfully and you could thank Rami for that. The entire experience with him had rocked your world in ways that you could never imagine. According to some of your other friends you’d been wound a little tight as of late, and the intensely amazing orgasms Rami had given you had left you a lot more relaxed. 

When the boys both texted you and asked if you wanted to meet them for brunch you had happily accepted. You joked that it had been a stroke of luck that you all wanted to enjoy the weather on the outdoor patio and there were no other patrons choosing to do the same.

Your jovial mood was more than obvious at your brunch meet up with twins that Friday because the state you were in had been a topic of conversation on and off for the last half hour. The only damper on the mood had been that Rami was acting a little out of character today. He was still your happy friend; smiling, laughing, and cracking his smart ass jokes but whenever tomorrow came up, he withdrew a little bit his smile definitely turning into a slight frown.

You were determined to not allow his odd behavior to dictate your mood at this point so you’d just continue to smile and laugh at the witty banter between the two men. It was an ongoing inside joke that the two of them should have a stand-up routine. Whenever they were together around you, you were always in stitches at their antics. The fame had not changed Rami in that way even though he is a lot more guarded now than he used to be.

“Damn bro what did you do to her?” Sami jokes, taking another bite of his sandwich. .

“Nothing out of the ordinary, other than prove that I can fuck her better than you can," Rami says wearing a proudly smug look on his face. 

“I guess I’m going to have to up my game for tomorrow then,” Sami shoots back and Rami frowns so slightly you almost missed it.

 He must have noticed you silently observing him because he reaches down grabbing a fry from his plate, popping into his mouth and shooting you a wink.You sat back and watched him chew, then swallow, before his gorgeous eyes found yours as he began inquiring about how you were feeling about tomorrow.

"So, YN, are you looking forward to your date with my brother tomorrow?" Rami asks. You felt as if the question was a little odd and for the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why the hell he’d want to know this information.

"Of course I am Ram. Just as excited as I was before our date. Why? Am I not supposed to be?" 

“I don’t know YN. You aren’t feeling any kind of apprehension at all? Nervousness?”

“Ram, I. I don’t know how I feel. Excited for sure, maybe a little nervous. It’s not an easy decision to have relations with someone and still come out of it just friends. Why? Do you want me to be nervous or something? Is this some kind of trick question?”

Uncertain as to what was happening to you internally;  the more Rami questions, the more anxious you start to feel about this whole thing. 

“Did you want me to call this whole thing off Ram? It isn’t fair to your brother though, is it? That you got to fuck me but he didn’t. I thought the whole fucking point of this thing was to figure out once and for all which one of you was better in bed?! I’m not backing away from the challenge, that if I remember correctly I was hesitant to agree to because I am terrified that this whole ‘experiment’ will irrevocably damage our long standing friendship. I can’t help but feel like I’m being interrogated or something; I’ve committed no crime.” you say a little more sharply than you actually intended. 

Your eyes try to scan his face for some read on what he could be thinking. 

“I just thought that maybe you’d be nervous is all,” he half-whispers, eyes cast downward clearly internally struggling to make sense of something. 

“I am! Jesus H Christ. Rami I was so nervous Tuesday night that I almost called the whole thing off. I love you both and I would never want to jeopardize our friendship over a fuck.”

Something you’d said must have set him off because his lips formed a hard line and he pushed away from the table with such force that the metal cafe chairs you were all seated in made a cacophonous racket against the concrete. You watch him take a deep breath and stand up, pushing his chair toward the table a little more forcefully than he may have intended. You watch in confusion as he tosses his napkin down next to his plate that holds his barely touched food before he wordlessly walks away, you assume towards the bathrooms.

"Sam did I do or say something wrong?" you ask on the verge of tears. 

“No YN, I don’t think you did. Sometimes he just-he is moody that’s all. I think maybe this new project that he’s been prepping for may be exacting a toll on him and his stress is coming out in some form of misplaced anger or something. I just call him Mr. Moody when he gets like this. Perhaps it’s an actor thing? I don’t really know,” came his response with a slight smirk. You were definitely not prepared to deal with the asshole-ish behavior this morning. Irritation begins to  settle in and you wanted to slap that famous Malek smirk right off of Sami’s face just as badly as you wanted to smack Rami in the side of his head for acting like a jerk. 

"I know, I've dealt with him before when he gets like this," you retort with a sigh. Rami is definitely more high strung and sometimes dealing with him during role prep can be emotionally exhausting for everyone around him. Everyone knows about his level of dedication and commitment to performing as authentically as possible, which meant that everyone just dealt with his affectionately dubbed ‘role prep insanity.’

Taking a few deep breaths of your own you come to the decision of ‘fuck him,’ if he wants to be an ass then you’d let him but you were going to try your best to not let him dictate your mood any further. Sami and you continue eating and making casual conversation until Rami comes back, wearing a stoic expression, the Malek poker face and he isn't very verbose. The one thing that you couldn't miss were his eyes;  red and puffy as if he'd been crying. He undoubtedly could  feel your eyes on him when you caught his gaze, he managed a small strained smile and then pulled his sunglasses from atop his head down his nose as he settled them in place on his perfect face.

For the most part the remainder of brunch passed almost amicably with the two of them, everyone deluded into believing that there hadn’t been any issue in the first place. Rami did keep his sunglasses firmly in place which carefully guarded his expressive eyes and you couldn’t help but to wonder if he was attempting to use them as a diversion, a mask, or some kind of shield. 

Conversation flowed easily enough after Rami had ordered himself a few more mimosas, which were an indulgence he’d never openly admit to . He became quite animated and excitable as he began to talk to the both of you about his latest project, the one he was leaving for on Sunday.on he did speak it was openly about the latest project that he was leaving for on Sunday. You’d never tire of watching him discuss his upcoming projects, the excitement that radiates from him is contagious making everyone else around him share that energy. You highly suspect that’s why people enjoy working with him so much; the little bean was always a ball of high energy enthusiasm, he attacks everything with every bit of skill he has. 

The happy mood that had tentatively settled over the table quickly dissipated once Sami brought up his plans for tomorrow and it pained you to watch as Rami completely shut down. He stopped talking and sat back in his chair, arms folded across his chest. He honestly reminded you of a toddler throwing a temper tantrum, like Rami did once when you were six and he was being forced to eat the three pieces of broccoli that had been served to him. The moment the waitress reappeared holding the large black envelope that contained the check Rami just wordlessly handed her his credit card.

You could feel his eyes on you as you shifted uncomfortably in your chair. You couldn't help feeling as if you'd done something wrong and you found yourself fighting back tears. In all the years that you’d know the Malek twins neither of them had ever made you feel the kind of uncomfortable that you were feeling now. Neither of them had ever been a reason for you to cry and you’d be damned if you let that happen now.

Pushing back from the table so quickly that the heavy metal chair nearly tipped over, you shot to your feet and rapidly muttered out,"I guess, ummm,  if you've got this, thank you Rami for brunch. I appreciate it very much and I’m excited for you and your project. Sami, I’ll see you tomorrow and Ram I hope you’re in a better mood on Sunday.”

With a nod of your head towards each of the boys, you turned on your heel and exited the restaurant hurriedly. Fishing your keys out of your purse and unlocking your car door you slowly release the breath that you’d been unaware you were holding. 

Why was Rami acting like that? Was he jealous? Confusion wracking your brain as you attempt to try and puzzle out Rami and his moods. The man's mood swings were legendary but you chalk all that up as one of the reasons he’s such an incredibly talented actor, but they could give you whiplash sometimes. 

Settling back at  home trying to get the confusing Rami thoughts out of your head you resort to the one thing that had always helped clear your mind. You scrubbed every inch of your house from top to bottom. After all was said and done, the house shining with absolute perfection and reeking of the oversaturated ‘tropical’  floral scents you favored in your cleaning products, you settle on your sofa after a hot shower with some shitty leftover Chinese takeout and even shittier television. 

Sami sent you a very succinct text early Saturday morning to let you know that he’d be over to pick you up around noon time promising you a quiet picnic in the park. Sami was never jealous of his brother's success or his brother's money, but sometimes you got the feeling that the two of them were constantly competing in a weird way with each other. He was well aware that his brother had wined and dined you at one of the poshest restaurants in town. Sami couldn’t afford a place like that and you both knew it, and you’d never hold him the same bar his brother had set. He knew you just as well as Rami did, and he knew that you actually favored the small, quiet type of dates. Rami had only chosen the type of date that he had for the simple fact that his rise to fame did not afford him the luxury of anonymity anymore and maintaining his privacy was becoming increasingly more difficult in the digital age of instant uploads and ‘peeping Toms’. 

FIdgeting nervously with the buttons on your light cardigan feeling the familiar sort of butterflies in your stomach feeling that you’d had prior to your date with Rami, you nearly jump out of your skin when the doorbell rang out loudly. You couldn’t help the small timid smile as you swung the door open to a beaming Sami. He looked so adorable standing there in some dark, tight fitting jeans and a t-shirt with a large blanket draped over his shoulder and an old school style picnic basket in the crook of his left elbow. 

"Ready?" he asks confidently as he reaches out to grab your hand. 

"Let's go Sami, let's go,"you tell him through your timid smile. 

You knew you wouldn’t be gone long but you let go of his hand for a few moments to lock your front door. While your neighborhood was considered quite safe and there wasn’t a lot of crime in your housing area, this was still Los Angeles and you weren’t going to take any chances. 

You turn back around, dropping the keys into your small cross body bag as you place your left hand in Sami’s right one as the two of you head off towards the small neighborhood park. 

Taking a turn about the park before scouting out the perfect place to lay the blanket out, Sami makes a joke about feeling like Caroline Bingley and Elizabeth Bennet as they casually stroll around the large drawing room at Netherfield Park. You couldn’t help but joke back about how he would actually be the perfect Charles Bingley, sitting back and observing making silly jokes. His quiet laugh brought on a small giggle of your own. 

“Very astute in your observations of me YN, but wouldn’t I be more suited to Mr. Darcy?”

“Not at all. You are much too relaxed and far more playful.You aren’t conceited enough to be a proper Caroline Bingley either, Rami would definitely be more suited to Mr. Darcy. He’s broody as hell but secretly in love with me,” you joke back, completely unaware of actual accuracy of your statement. 

Sami snorts but doesn’t say much after that, his primary focus was on setting out the blanket perfectly so that you were both in a position to either sit in the sun or in the shade that the large tree offered. 

Once he had everything positioned exactly as he wanted it to be, he gestures for you to have a seat and finding the perfect half shaded half sunny spot you attempt to gracefully sit. He sets the basket down to your left as he maneuvers his body so that you are situated between his legs. This position afforded you both views of the many people mulling about the park. Your favorites were the older couples out for an afternoon stroll, hand in hand. 

“So Charles, how are you feeling this fine afternoon?”

“Why Miss Bennett, I do believe that I am feeling fine, especially now that I get to enjoy your company. I’m pretty sure that this is considered quite inappropriate as we are unchaperoned.”

The laugh that left you was infectious as he joined you. 

“Very well my good Sir, considering that you are already planning on defiling me later I suppose that it is a good thing that we are unaccompanied on this warm day.I sure wouldn’t want any witnesses to whatever debauchery lay before us.”

You feel him shift his weight as he sits up a little straighter and whispers in your ear,  "All things considered YN, you have bewitched me body and soul."

“Oh you naughty, naughty boy. You know exactly what Mr. Darcy quotes do to me,” you scold as you playfully smack him on his arm. “You’ve always been such a charmer Sami. Actually you were always so suave and smooth.”

“Oh hell. Not this shit again. Everyone always says that but I seriously used to feel so awkward and weird. 

“No Sam, awkward and weird, that’s your brother,” you laugh out again. Sami is definitely bringing out the best in you today. The butterflies from earlier had disappeared now being replaced with a loud rumbling as your stomach makes you well aware of the fact that you haven’t eaten yet today. 

“That is the most accurate statement about Rami I’ve ever heard YN. You know the both of us so well.”

“I just can’t believe that you remembered my favorite book.”

“Why do you say that? You think I wouldn’t remember those kinds of things about one of my best friends?”

“I never know exactly what you or your brother do or don’t remember.”

“More than you might think YN. Definitely way more than you think. I remember your favorite color, movie, flower, drink, meal, you sing to yourself when you are really happy, you dance when you think no one is watching, you can fall asleep nearly anywhere as long as you have a blanket, you are always cold but you never complain about it, you bite your lip when you are concentrating, you curse like a sailor and make no apologies for it. You march to the beat of your own drum. You are a breath of fresh air sometimes and it is beautifully refreshing.”

“I bite my lip when I’m concentrating?”

“Yeah, you also furrow your brows and chew on your nails when you are attempting to puzzle something out.”

“Damn man. I didn’t think-I had no idea I had so many tells.”

“Rami and I have known you forever YN, of course we’d know these things after so long a friendship.”

You smile to yourself as your stomach rumbles again and he casually asks if you are hungry.

"Starving."

You pull your body away from his chest and turn to sit facing him on the blanket while he reaches over and pulls the basket between the two of you removing an array of plastic containers filled with food, disposable plates, disposable cutlery and a few bottles of ice cold water.

Jaw slackening at the sheer volume of food options laid before you, looking up at him you couldn’t help but ask,"Sam, did you make all of this yourself?" 

"Yeah most of it. Rami did help out a little bit but I think that was mostly because his skinny ass just wanted the extras,"he laughs out in response as he begins to plate the food.

“You’re feast madam, is ready,”he intones using a poorly mimicked, possible sort of English accent. 

Bowing your head you couldn’t help but to croon back in an equally bad accent, “Thank you kindly Sir.”

Both of you all smiles as you sit together on the blanket in the sunshine as you eat just making casual small talk, sharing jokes and sipping from the cold water bottles.The casual atmosphere of the date definitely had the both of you feeling incredibly relaxed as the sun beat down on your back. The genuine smiles being exchanged was not unnoticed by other park patrons. 

You overheard an older couple walking through the soft grass nearby comment about how the two of you reminded them of themselves about forty years ago, which set off a fit of giggles between the two of you. 

Finishing your meal, leaving the used items stacked haphazardly on one side of the blanket you settle back between Sami’s legs as he wraps his arms around your waist. People watching was one of your favorite activities and the two of you often made it a fun game when you both played together. Making up random commentary or dialogue of the park's random assortment of visitors, giggling at some of the antics of the children observing how much fun some of the families in the park were having just running amok. Some children had popsicles that were half-melted in their tiny fists. There was a smattering of young couples that had a similar idea as the two of you and were sprawled on blankets snuggling in, some openly kissing, a group of teenagers near the basketball court smoking and shoving one another, and some older couples just strolling around the park. 

This afternoon had been gorgeously sunny and warm but surprisingly not too hot. The warmth of the air, and the feeling of Sami's arms around you made your mind start wandering to Rami.You began to question why you were having the intrusive thoughts about Rami, and then your mind took a sharp turn to the left and you were stunned at how easily you admitted to yourself about how fun it would be to be in this exact situation with him. Sitting on a blanket watching the children play, talking about having a family, placing small but meaningful kisses to each other's lips. You let out a sigh and shake your head hoping to rid your mind of those thoughts. It almost started to make this moment with Sami feel wrong but you were a woman on a mission, and you weren’t going to fail. This whole thing had been your idea in the first place and you weren’t going to back down from the challenge.

Somehow, managing to clear your mind of the wayward and fantastical thoughts of Rami, your body relaxes back into Sami’s arms where you pleasantly discover that you're content to stay. Time seems to fly and before you know it you’d spent twenty minutes joking about what was happening around you. The two of you making up dialogue for some of the other couples around you. Loud laughter from the two of you had other park patrons casting curious glances at the two of you, some shaking their heads and others smiling widely. 

A few beats passed between the two of you and he cleared his throat; was he ready to go?

“Sam it’s getting a little warm out did you want to-” you hesitate struggling to articulate that you wanted to leave without sounding too eager, “do you want to stay? Or do you want to go ahead and head back to mine?

He doesn't say anything but he nods his head, releasing you from his grip  and together you get everything cleared up, depositing the trash into the appropriate bins, shaking out the blanket and folding it up. You gather up the basket resting it in the crook of your elbow much as he had little over an hour earlier. Without thinking you reach out to offer him your hand which he accepts wearing a shy smile; slowly exhaling as the familiar comforting feeling settles over you both. 

The walk back to your house had consisted of you mostly chattering away about anything and everything to distract yourself. Looking over at Sami every once in a while he just appeared to be content to listen to whatever it was that you couldn’t stop yammering on about. 

Strolling up the driveway the butterflies came back tenfold and you find yourself feeling almost dizzy with anticipation. This wasn’t unexpected since the both of you knew that all of this was the point of the whole thing. Unlocking the door and kicking your shoes off nearly in the same manner that you’d done with Rami you almost laugh out loud. This doesn’t feel  awkward like it had with Rami but rather just an anxiousness. Could you go through with this?

Observing Sami as he kicks off his shoes as you had, and setting his basket down in nearly the same place that Rami had haphazardly tossed his stuff earlier in the week you let out a weak laugh. Sami cocked a brow at you as if to question what could be so funny but he didn’t press for details as you shook your head.

For the briefest of moments things felt awkward and you swear that you could nearly cut the tension with a knife but that was swiftly put to bed as Sami takes you by the hand and guides you into the living room, stopping only once you reach the sofa. 

Neither of you exactly sure how to proceed which was hard for you as you’d never been the one to completely take charge in most sexual matters. Rami had taken the lead earlier in the week and now you feel as if you’d made some incorrect assumptions about Sami. Between both twins you’d always presumed that he’d be the one to definitely take charge in all matters sexual in nature. 

Perching yourself on the arm of the sofa while Sami stood in front of you he grasps both your arms in his and roughly pulls you back into a standing position in front of him, his hands skating up your arms until his hands come to a stop on either side of your face. With a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth moments before his lips descend on yours. There was not an ounce of hesitation in the way his soft mouth works yours, his right hand settling on the back of your neck to pull your face closer to his.

Your body moving on its own accord, becoming putty in his hands melting into him as your hips unconsciously pressing into his. His left hand slowly drifting downwards from your face; his fingers deftly working the buttons of your cardigan open sliding it off your shoulders. The faux pearl buttons quietly clacking on the hardwood; something about that small noise awoke a primal part of yourself. 

Reaching down, grasping the hem of his shirt and lifting it up working together with him until it joined your cardigan in a crumpled heap on the floor. Seizing an opportunity to stare at his bare chest and arms for the first time in ages, viewing him now in a completely different light. You’d never seen Sami as the object of your sexual attention until this moment. Your eyes drinking in the sight of him; admiring the dark patch of hair on his chest, the light smattering of hair that trailed down into the waistband of his dark jeans, his strong arms and you felt a rush of heat to your core. Both brothers were physically identical but while Rami was lean, Sami was definitely fuller and you could appreciate the difference. 

You must have been ogling his body longer than intended because he let out a breathy little laugh, “Like what you see?”

You just smirk at him and reach out for him, your lips finding his this time as your bodies begin a semi-graceful, lustful dance down the hallway towards your bedroom. Neither of you break the kiss, even his hands snake around your waist and end up on your back, fingers locating the zipper of your dress. His skilled fingers tugging the tiny piece of metal,freeing you from the confines of your dress, you let out a small moan at the sensation of the soft fabric ghosting your skin as it flutters to the floor and settles in a pool around your bare feet. 

Your hips desperately trying to come in contact with his seeking the heated friction you were craving. The evidence of his arousal currently pressed into your pelvis elicits another small moan from you. You reach down and slither your hands into his jeans and into the waistband of his underwear. 

Gently grasping his firm length in your hand, you move your hand in the restricted space, sliding your thumb over the head of his cock and smearing the little beads of precum onto him as you begin to work him. His eyes squeezed tightly shut as his forehead gently presses into yours, letting out small shaky breaths. 

Raising your chin slightly to reclaim his mouth, your hand still working him. He lets out a quiet moan against your mouth. When you withdraw your hand from his pants and begin fumbling with this belt, his hands gently come to rest on yours. Looking up to catch and hold his gaze, his eyes are half lidded, pupils blown wide and glassy with lust. 

"No, amira (princess), this is all about you. Don't worry about me."

Suddenly he lifts you into his arms and presses your back to the wall, the shock barely registering before you feel the roughness of his beard scraping along your skin as his mouth explores every inch of skin from navel to pelvis. 

Sami's mouth begins to lick and suck at your soft skin in between murmurs of how gorgeous you are. 

Your mouth opens and closes in a shocked silence as his lips graze over your center. Gasping as his beard scrapes against the sensitive flesh of your thighs, and the fingers of his right hand ghost along your panty line before roughly pulling them aside.

He ends up pushing you further along the wall as he places his shoulders under your knees,his left hand on your hip to steady the both of you as his tongue finds your clit and the fingers of his right hand find your slick center. 

"Oh fuck," you whine out your eyes nearly rolling back into your head, your head just thumping back against the wall, as your hips unconsciously buck into his face. His grip on your hip tightens and you're certain there will be bruises in the morning.

"Oh God Sami."

You press your thighs tight around his face, his beard adding to the delicious friction your body was seeking. Your hands come down in his hair, grabbing onto the chestnut strands as you start face fucking him. 

He responds by working his tongue and fingers at a much more rapid pace. Once he starts the come hither motion inside you, you nearly lose it. 

You respond with grunts, moans and desperate whiny pleas for him to not stop. Soon enough you came undone around him, screaming a nearly incoherent chorus of fucks, oh God's and his name. He doesn't stop until he's worked you through your orgasm and the trembling in your legs has subsided. 

He eases your legs off his shoulders and as you look at him you couldn't help the self satisfied smirk on your face. Your juices were coating his face from nose to chin. Sami's eyes lock with yours, a slow smirk creeping across his face as he slowly brings his hand to his mouth and sucks his fingers clean. 

Removing his fingers from his mouth, eyes still locked with yours, licking his lips he says, "You taste so good YN. So damn good."

You let out a quiet moan before a giggle escapes.

"I bet you do too Sam. Come here I wanna taste you."

"No amira, this is all about you.”

You just wrap your arms around his neck and his lips found yours in a bruising kiss. The slow dance down the rest of the hallway ended once the back of your legs had hit the edge of your bed. Both of you were so turned on that neither of you hesitated to keep going.

“Lay back on the bed,” he instructs

You do as you were told and lift your hips to rid yourself of your panties, tossing them aside while he finishes removing his clothing.

You don’t notice when he pulls the condom out of the pocket of his jeans and effortlessly slips it on. It only felt like a few seconds had passed as his body doesn’t take long before his body is hovering over yours his hands coming to grip your hips.Letting out a slow breath as he eased himself inside of you. Sami’s hips stilled for a few moments giving you a chance to get used to the feel of him and when you whined out for him to move, he did. 

His hips pounding into yours and hitting every sweet spot inside of you while you claw at his shoulders and back, wanting nothing more than to pull him deeper into you. 

“Ohhhh Rami” you whine out and for just a moment you feel Sami’s hips stutter, still for a few seconds, and then continue moving. 

Your eyes widen in shock as you realize what you’ve just done. He doesn’t say anything at all as his right hand comes up and grabs your chin tightly. His hips never falter in their pace as he looks you in the eye and says,”Wrong brother.”

You weren’t expecting that reaction from him and the slight aggressiveness of his handling of you made you clench around him. The pleasure coursing through your body was very different to the pleasure you had been given by Rami and you were unsure of how you felt. 

Suddenly you feel his hands roughly pull your hips closer to his, as he pulls you damn near into his lap, his arms now firmly holding you around your waist as he fucks up into you. Sami buries his face in the crook of your neck for a moment before he takes the sensitive flesh at the base of your throat between his teeth as he sucks a mark into the flesh that you are certain is going to be a bright reddish purple in the morning, The hair from his beard scratching at your neck in a pleasant way just before you feel his hot breath on your ear.

“I bet you my brother didn’t make you feel this good.”

Those words made you moan into his shoulder as you come completely undone around him. He continues to fuck you through your second orgasm of the afternoon but it’s clear that he isn’t done with you yet. 

Without warning he releases you and you fall back onto the mattress.

“Such a good girl, so soft and compliant. Now I’m going to make you scream. I want you on all fours.”

You scramble to your knees quickly and he wastes no time reentering you from behind. Sami places his left hand on your hip and his right hand fists on your hair. 

"Say my name,"he breathlessly demands. 

You quietly mutter out his name but he wasn't satisfied with that. His grip in your hair tightens. Sami’s hips have set a brutal pace that have your fingers scrambling for purchase on anything. Pulling on your fitted sheet so hard that you end up pulling the soft blue material right off the corner of the mattress. The blood pounding in your ears as another orgasm quickly approaches you hear Sami saying something.

" Say my name. Louder." He demands again, as his left hand comes down to circle your clit.

You couldn’t help it, you let loose and you scream out his name quite a bit louder than you had the first. He still wasn’t satisfied with your response. You can hear him barely keeping it together somehow staving off his orgasm as yours crashes around you. Legs trembling and your arms giving out making you face plant onto the soft mattress as you scream his name repeatedly. Clenching around him as you give in completely to the pleasure that has overtaken your body. 

Sami responds by tightening his grip on your hair as his body tenses and he cums with a shout of your name, Both of you gasping for air as he collapses onto your back in a sweaty heap of tangled limbs. 

Time seemed to pass too quickly after your encounter with Sami. It seems like as soon as the two of you had come back down to Earth you both got up and began the process of cleaning up. 

He left by three thirty that afternoon, which left you with way too much time on your hands to mull over the details from Tuesday and today. Could you accurately be able to figure out who had actually been better in bed? Why did everything feel so different with Rami than it had with Sami? Too many questions floating around your head and you were nervous. In less than twenty-four hours you’d have to deliver your verdict to the two of them. Did you just end up in an impossible situation? Head in your hands mostly in frustration. Both of them were stellar in bed. Why is this so hard?

Trying to drown out the thoughts running through your head you decide to distract yourself with cleaning. Starting in the bedroom, you strip the bedding and replace the soft blue colored linens with the silver gray colored ones that you’d had on the bed the night you and Rami had slept together. 

Picking up some other scattered laundry and doing some other menial chores around the house you realize that you were absolutely starving. Hours had passed since your picnic with Sami and the exertions of the afternoon were taking a toll. Deciding that there is no better time for pizza and wine, both a comfort to you, so that you could pull your thoughts together to be able to come to a decision about the boys.

 Picking up your phone and smiling at the picture on your background. It was a photo of the three of you at the Oscars with Rami the night that he’d won. He had jokingly called you his good luck charm, and even though he had brought his family, he insisted that you too were like family to him and it would mean the world if you were there too.

Placing your order with the pizza place you decided that a quick shower was in order. You couldn’t focus while you still smelled like Sami. 

Deciding to forgo any clothes for the evening, wrapping yourself in your favorite oversized fluffy robe, you head back to the living room. You picked up a pen and notepad that you’d left on the coffee table after Sami left to try and start comparing notes. So far all you’d scribbled on the page were their names. You weren’t sure how the hell you were even supposed to score this. Should you do it like the Olympics? Form, Execution, Dismount? You scribbled down orgasms placing tallies under the header. Rami two, Sami three. Was that a good thing? The sex with Rami had been so different though that you weren’t sure that it mattered. 

So focused on trying to scribble down other comparisons you almost missed the knock at your front door that was quickly followed by the ringing of the doorbell. Tossing the notepad and pen down on the table with a frustrated sigh, you got up to go answer the door. Paying for your pizza and leaving the pizza delivery kid a generous tip, you drop the box onto your coffee table next to the notepad, padding into the kitchen to grab your wine. No wine glass needed tonight, you had a lot on your mind and you needed to focus, so you just drank directly from the bottle. 

Grabbing a slice from the box and stuffing as much of the deliciousness that was the pizza into your mouth, you picked up your pen and began scribbling more notes onto the paper. Getting to the header of form. Rami’s form had been flawless at least in your eyes. The sex with him had been slow and gentle almost as if he’d been making love to you rather than the fuck that it was supposed to be. 

After finishing your first slice of pizza you frustratedly toss the notepad back on the table and reach for another slice. As soon as it was halfway to your mouth you heard a knock on the door followed by the incessant ringing of the doorbell. Glancing at the clock on the wall it was nearly eight pm and you weren’t expecting anyone. 

Swinging open the door in mild irritation giving way to amusement as Rami nearly tumbles to the floor. He manages to catch himself but ends up face planting directly into your cleavage. 

“YNNNN!” Rami shouts, dragging out the last half of your name. “And HELLO YN”s tits! Such pretty things, I wanna touch 'em again. They were so soft and squishy.”

“Rami? What are you doing here?” you ask with a brow raised. You really were curious as to how he’d ended up here. You didn’t see his car or any other car. 

“I just thought I’d come say hello. You know. You’re my best friend and also because I kind of wanted to kiss you again,” he half mumbles with his face still buried in your cleavage.

 Laughter bubbling out of you at his boldness. Rami when even partially was intoxicated could be quite bold and had no problem saying what was on his mind. You help him stand upright and pull him into the house slamming the door shut behind you; his laughter loud as he struggles to remove his shoes. As soon as he gets his shoes off he follows you deeper into the house.

“Rami what is going on?”

You gesture for him to have  a seat on the couch watching as he clumsily plops down next to you. His face is an alternating mixture of serious and forlorn. Rami doesn’t say anything for long enough that you were certain that he didn’t hear your question. Just as you are about to repeat the question he decides to respond.

“I don’t want you to forget about me. I know that it’s been several days but I don’t want my brother to win. I sometimes suspect that he’s better at everything than me. All I can do is act but my brother is better at everything else,” he rambles. 

“Ram- I couldn’t forget about you even if I wanted to. You can do so much more than you think you can. I think you’re an incredible person. How much have you had to drink tonight? I think you need to eat something.”

“I’ve had plenty enough to drink but that pizza looks sooo good. I want to eat it as badly, almost as I want to eat you. You tasted like what I imagine heaven does.”

From his position on the couch he looks so sad and small. He isn’t a big guy by any means but when he gets sad he tends to shrink into himself which gives him the appearance of being much smaller than he actually is. You almost cry when he looks up at you with tears shining in his beautifully expressive eyes, and you react the only way you know how in that moment. 

“Here, eat this,” you suggest as you hold the pizza up for him to take. He just smiles and leans forward not bothering to actually take the slice into his own large hands instead opting to just take a large bite of the end.

“Mmmmm so good. This is the best pizza ever.”

“Then take this slice, I’m going to go get you a bottle of water. Please don’t go anywhere,” you instruct as he finally grabs the pizza from your hand, taking another large bite.

Re-entering the living room from the kitchen less than a minute later, what you see nearly makes you faint. There was Rami casually munching on his pizza that he had gripped in one of his large hands, your notepad in the other. You clear your throat and he tosses the notepad back onto the coffee table looking a little sheepish.

“Snooping isn’t nice Rami.”

“He gave you three orgasms?”

“He did Rami. It doesn’t mean anything really I’m just trying to make comparisons that’s all. Wasn’t that the whole point of this experiment?”

His face changes from the sheepish one to the stoic Malek poker face that you hated. It was the ultimate unreadable expression and both twins wore it well. That face you always assumed was their attempt at neutrality and it drove you insane. Sometimes you call it the mask, and this is the same face he made the other day at brunch before he threw his little Rami temper tantrum. 

“Rami?” 

“Yes?”he responds, arching a brow at you just before he takes another bite of his pizza.  

“Why are you really here?”

He suddenly starts to choke on his food but somehow manages to recover quickly before swallowing the bite of food that he’d been chewing, his face switching from Malek poker face to amusement. 

“I’m  here because…. I want to be! Since when have we ever needed an excuse to hang out together? I’m going away tomorrow and I’m going to miss my best friend so maybe I just wanted some quality time before I have to leave.”

You don’t buy it. His behavior at brunch yesterday and the awkwardness today in conjunction with a few things he’d said are contributing to the Malek bullshit detector that is being set off in your brain. He must have read your facial expression because he just lets out an awkward laugh before nearly inhaling the rest of his food.

“Rami, I’m not complaining. I’m just curious if the timing for the visit has something to do with your brother and what happened today,” you casually mention as you reclaim your spot on the sofa next to him. Rami doesn’t say anything but silently retrieves the water bottle you were holding out to him. 

“YN why is your face all red? What is that?” he asks as he pokes at the mark that Sami had left at the base of your throat.

No response from you told Rami everything he needed to know.

“My brother did that, didn't he?”

There was no point in telling any lies. Rami would see right through it and would call you out on it immediately, so you nod your head silently to answer his question. You weren’t expecting what happened next and that was Rami letting out a growl, yes a growl, as his lithe body collided with yours knocking you back into the arm of the sofa.

“I need to give you a reminder, a refresher, about who can fuck you the best. I can’t hold this back anymore. Sami may have given you three orgasms today, but I can do it so much better. I refuse to lose to my brother. I want, no I need, to give you at least four. I’ll prove to you which Malek is the better lover,” he asserts, using a tone unlike one you’ve ever heard from him before. You knew yourself well enough to know that you wouldn’t deny him anything.

His eyes search yours for a few moments, giving you an opportunity to decline, when you brooked no denial everything seemed to happen very rapidly from there.  

His lips land on yours in an unexpected heated kiss that feels way to brief for your liking. Rami had a mouth that was made for kissing and you never wanted to stop. You whine in protest at the abrupt departure of his lips from yours but you reign in your displeasure the moment his hands fist in your hair and he roughly jerks your head to the side, allowing him better access to your neck. You gasp in shock when you feel his lips attach to the most sensitive bit of flesh on your neck, his teeth and lips working together to create the right amount of pressure needed to leave a mark. Once he was satisfied that a large enough mark would clearly be visible tomorrow he works his way upwards towards your hairline leaving a trail of smaller hickies in his wake. Rami giggles to himself, obviously proud of his handiwork as he works on leaving another trail of marks along your shoulder and collarbone. All the while he was muttering something to himself about how he refused to be outdone by his brother. 

He releases your hair from his grip, his mouth licking and sucking along every inch of exposed skin eliciting a shiver from you. You move only in an attempt to adjust your body so that you can position yourself in a way that is more open to him, not noticing when his fingers gently tug at the belt of your robe allowing the fabric to fall away from your skin. Rami’s mouth continues its downward explorative journey of your body leaving nothing but goosebumps along the way.

Your mouth opens in shock and your head lolls back on the armrest of the couch the moment his lips come in contact with one of your nipples both of them hardening under the gentle pressure of his tongue, his other hand gently kneading the flesh of your other breast. His thumb tweaking the nipple just as he lightly bit down on the nipple he had in his mouth.  Moaning out quietly at the wonderful sensations that his mouth were  evoking, swearing that you could cum just from his stimulation of your breasts. When he felt he’d paid enough attention to one breast he moved on to the other repeating the process. 

When he finally stopped lavishing all the attention on your breasts you were a panting, sweating mess. 

“God Rami. How the hell do you do this to me?”

He offers no verbal response to your question but instead spreads your legs wide and slips his fingers between your wet folds.

“I knew you’d be wet for me already.”

Rami slips his fingers through your damp folds and starts to work you, his eyes never leaving your face as he watches in amused satisfaction; content that he is making you fall apart like this. Your head thrown back onto the arm of the sofa, hips bucking on their against Rami’s hand while he coos nothing but praise for you.

“That’s it baby, that’s it. You’re so beautiful spread open like this for me. Let go, cum on my fingers baby.”

HIs gentle praise and the way his thumb was circling your clit as his fingers hit that sweet spot inside of you, you came undone way too quickly for your liking. A strangled moan leaves your lips as you clench around his fingers, while one of his hands holds you steady to prevent you from bucking yourself off the couch.

“One,”he half-shouts sounding something that could best be described as victorious. “I told you that I’m going to give you four, and that’s one.”

 Once your legs stop trembling you watch as he slithers his body down yours and his face aligns with your center. He spreads you open, and his tongue gets to work, stimulating your sensitive pink bundle with his tongue. Slow, languid flicks of his  tongue, just enough to tease but not stimulate in the one way that you want it to be. Whining in protest, bringing your hand down to his hair hoping to spur him on just a little.

He begins to hum against you while his tongue begins to work a little faster, moving in a way that has you nearing orgasm way too quickly. Why is sex with him like this?

Without warning your thighs clamp tightly shut against his head, your hips once again moving on their own as your thighs tremble and shake. 

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Raaaaami fuuuuuuuck” you scream out.

You can feel him smile against your core as his tongue continues to work you through your orgasm. Once your body has stopped convulsing you feel his hand release the grip they had on your hips and he pulls himself up to his knees. 

“Two.”

You try to sit up but his hands shove you back down onto the couch.

“No,” he protests when you try to reach up to help  him with his pants. You want to get your hands or mouth on  his beautiful cock but apparently he has other plans. Watching as he strips himself down faster than you’d ever thought it was possible for anyone to do, he strokes himself languidly for a few seconds and then maneuvers himself between your open thighs. 

Rami wastes no time at all pulling your hips up and easing himself into you. The noise that escapes you makes him react with his own noises. His hips pounding into yours though his eyes never leave yours. He is a man on a pleasure mission and you know he won’t stop until he gets you exactly where he wants you.

“You feel so good baby. So good for me,” he coos.

Your body responding to him and his praise. 

“Do you like this?”

“Oh fuuuuckkkk Rami. Yesssss don’t stop,” you shout, feeling so close to orgasm already. His hands coming down to pull your  hips upwards,changing the angle, so that his cock hits every part of you that makes you feel good. Your body shivering at the sensations.

“I can feel you getting close baby. So good, so good for me, cum for me baby,” he encourages. His brow is furrowed and both of your bodies so overheated and coated in sweat. WIth his words of encouragement you feel that something inside of you snap and you cum hard screaming his name. You haven't completely recovered from your third orgasm with Rami yet but when your eyes snap open you are met with the sight of his eyes boring into yours with an intense concentration coupled with lust.

“Three.”

He moves his hips at a slower, less frantic pace which was surprising to you but he slides his hands up your body, your legs wrapped around his waist as his hands slide into yours much as they had on Tuesday night. 

You could barely register anything as his mouth starts singing your praises

“Love everything about you. Love these hands,” he murmurs as he squeezed his fingers against yours where they were now intertwined above your head, “these beautiful lips of yours so soft and sweet,” he kisses you softly, “every inch of your body is divine, like you are a goddess sent from the heavens just for me,” he lowers his body so that it is now flush against yours, “just-everything, everything, everything.” (Thank you @diasimar)

Your breath catches in your throat at his words disbelieving that he would ever utter these words to you in any other circumstances. The only explanation is that he’s caught in a moment.

“You’re so beautiful, so beautiful,” he continues as he moves his hips against yours

Your breath catches in your throat at his words and you aren’t aware if he knows what he is saying. His hips never stopping, his eyes locked on yours until you can feel his body tense and you know his orgasm is getting close. 

“Baby cum for me,” he nearly pleads. Closing your eyes and giving into the pleasure coursing through your body. Your insides clench around him as you feel your body spasming in pleasure for the seventh time today, you cry out his name again and again until you feel him reach his release. Forcing your eyes open to watch him as he cums, his jaw tensing and his mouth in an ‘o’ shape, his eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Both of you struggle to catch your breath as he relaxes all of his weight on top of you, you release his hands and much as you had on Tuesday night you bring your hands up to his hair to run them through his damp curls. He just rests head on your shoulder and you let out a small laugh when he weakly mumbles out , “Four.”

The warm weight of him on top of you combined with your exertions from the day of sexual activities has your eyes closing and you aren’t sure exactly when you fell asleep. When you wake up in your bed in the morning you smile to yourself, rolling over and reaching out but you find the space on the mattress next to you empty. 

A part of you didn’t want to feel a bit sad or abandoned but you couldn’t stop the tears from flowing freely. Why are you so emotional when it comes to Rami? You let the tears fall for a few minutes and then try to pull yourself together. You have to deliver your findings today to the boys but you needed to get up and prepare yourself for the day. Rolling over and swinging your feet over the side of your bed, you wince in pain, as you were incredibly sore from yesterday’s vigorous activities. That’s when you notice a folded piece of paper with your name on the outside in a very familiar scrawl. Confusion racking your brain when you open the notecard and realize that you don’t know what the actual note said:  ahbik. la 'astatie alaintizar liruyatak baed zuhr hdha alyawm. (Google translated so I apologize for any inaccuracies but it’s supposed to be translated to: I love you. I can’t wait to see you this afternoon.)

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Twin-Swap: “Rami Malek, part I”

A/N: For the sake of a better story, Sami is more introverted than Rami. I don’t really believe that he is (in fact, I’d like to wager it is the other way around) . . . but Sami, the slight introvert, feels right for this tale 💛

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Sami frowned as he dug through Rami’s toiletries bag. He looked at the razor and rolled his eyes, thinking that if he had to spend time in his brother’s body, he was buying an electric shaver.

Sami’s frown turned into a smirk as he realized he could just have someone buy it for him.

Filling the sink with warm water, he was just about to slather Rami’s face with shaving cream when there was a knock on his door. Adjusting the towel around his waist, he peered out of the peephole and saw a blur of dark brown hair.

 Sami unlocked and opened the door and the woman in the hallway nearly ran into him as she went to step inside.

 She looked at him with a huff of irritation and Sami stepped back, allowing her to swiftly enter his room.

 “Here’s your plane ticket—do not lose this. Do you need any help with your luggage?”

 “Uh . . . no.”

 She made a note in her phone.

 “I emailed you the itinerary for when we land. Remember, we go straight from the airport to the conference hall. Make sure you read over the list of questions—not much changed. Same old, same old.”

 When Sami didn’t speak, the woman looked up from her phone and for the first time, really appeared to look at him. Her gaze made him nervous even though he knew this woman he didn’t know from Eve had no idea that Rami wasn’t Rami.

 “Thanks.”

 “Not particularly talkative today, huh? I guess I should just be happy you’re actually showered already so there’s a chance you’ll be on time,” she finished with a quick grin, and Sami returned it, hoping she’d leave just as quickly as she’d entered.

 “The car leaves for the airport in an hour, okay?”

 “I won’t be late,” Sami said, meaning it. Rami’s inability to be on time for anything was a fault he did not share. Rami had been that way since childhood, and it had always drove him and Jasmine crazy.

 The woman looked down as her phone chirped and she let herself out without a glance back.

 Sami retrieved Rami’s cellphone and punched in the passcode, looking at his twin’s email app with horror. Rami had over 1,000 unread messages and Sami swallowed thickly, thinking that if he ever let his email go for that long, it would only be because he was dead.

 Luckily, the email Sami was looking for was right at the top considering—no, surely not. Sami blinked and checked again.

 Yup.

 Melissa.

 Sami laughed soundlessly and shook his head at the weird coincidence that Rami was currently relying on his Melissa while Sami was currently relying on Rami’s Melissa.

 At some point, one of these coincidences had to be more, had to offer an explanation for this body-swap.

 Sami tossed Rami’s phone on the bed as he got up and went back into the bathroom, the water in the sink too cool now so he refilled it.

 Freshly shaven with only two knicks, one just under his chin and one near his ear, Sami went to the closet and discovered that Rami’s clothes were already planned. He pulled out the garment bag marked “Dallas” and got dressed, then finished packing.

 With 20 minutes to spare, Sami sat down on the bed and sent a text to Rami.

 Sami: Did you survive first period?

 He waited, but no bubbled appeared, which Sami took as a good sign. If Rami was doing what he was supposed to be doing as Mr. Malek, he wouldn’t have time to text back until his planning period at 11:05.

 Sami did one more lap around his brother’s hotel room to make sure he gathered up all of Rami’s things. Glancing again at his twin’s cellphone, he saw he had a text.

 Joe: Miss said you were *gasp* on time! Come hang with us in Gwil’s room?

 Sami typed okay, but before he sent the text, he realized he had no idea what room Gwil was in.

 Sami: Room #? Forgot.

 Joe: 407

 Sami stuffed Rami’s phone in the back pocket of his trousers and gathered up all of his luggage, making his way to a man’s room that he had only met once. Sami knew his brother inside and out, but Rami Malek, the actor? He knew that side of his twin about as well as Rami knew Sami, the English teacher.

 As Sami pulled his brother’s bag along behind him, he grew more concerned about spending time with Joe. What Sami didn’t know about Rami’s life, Joe sure as hell did. They had a long friendship and having worked together on this film, there were a million new inside jokes, references, and day-to-day doings that Sami knew nothing about.

 Headache—stick to the headache thing. Sometimes Rami is as talkative as a can of paint, Sami reminded himself.

 After knocking on Room 407, Sami was met with the soothing purr of Gwilym Lee’s voice as he greeted, “Hey, mate.”

 “Morning,” Sami answered, parking his luggage and quickly shuffling his brother’s small frame to a chair that was facing the mussed king-sized bed.

 “Last night was wild, huh?” Joe directed at Sami from where he was sprawled, face-up on one half of Gwil’s bed.

 Sami pursed Rami’s lips and almost brought a fingernail to his teeth before remembering Rami didn’t do that.

 “Uh, it was something. Yeah.”

 Joe popped up onto his elbows and fixed Sami with a look that made him feel like Joe was looking right through him.

 He shuffled in the chair, dropping his eyes until Joe chuckled and said, “Just got a text from that cutie in the pink dress.”

 Gwil answered, and Sami took the opportunity to raise his eyes, but Joe was already lying flat again, his phone hovering over his face as he debated how to reply.

 “What’s the point of gettin’ someone’s number in a city you might not visit again for . . .” Gwill trailed off, his hand waving in a gesture that indicated an unknown amount of time.

 “Uh, how about pride? Considering how you all made my life a living dry-spell when I had a permmm!” Joe finished, his lips pressed together to emphasize the disastrous hairstyle.

 Sami laughed quietly, thinking of one of the pictures Rami had sent him.

 “Uh huh. Yuck it up over there, Mr. Early Evening.”

 Sami suddenly realized he had a chance to piece more of Rami’s night together.

 “I did go to bed pretty early. Can’t even remember how early—do either of you?”

 Gwil shook his head, but Joe piped up, “9:17—you texted me when you got to your room.”

 Sami made a noise of consent and quickly pulled up the Notes app on Rami’s phone. He wrote down the time and that he texted Joe, reminding himself to go through the phone for more clues once they were on the plane. Sami was excellent at tuning out background noise, so he knew he’d be able to get some sleuthing done, even if Joe and Gwil and whoever else was with them on their flight was chatty.

 “Well, shall we go to the lobby? Really knock Melissa’s socks off since Ram is . . . the “e” word?”

 “Shut up,” Sami said with a roll of his eye, his tone harsher than he intended because Joe and Gwil both looked at him funnily.

 “Got a headache—sorry. I meant it playfully. I swear.”

 Gwil gave him a soft smile, and Joe bounced up off the bed and onto his feet.

 “Mmhmm, grumpy-grump. Nothing we aren’t used to when your ass has to be out of bed before noon,” Joe said with a light tousle of Rami’s hair.

 Sami was not as affectionate as his brother and almost reared back from the touch before he steadied himself, instead giving Joe a light punch to the hipbone.

 “Fuck off,” Sami said, sure to grin through it this time.

 “There’s the delightful Rami we all know and love.”

 Rolling his brother’s eyes, but keeping the smile planted on his face, Sami stood. He was the last one out of the hotel room, and he took a deep breath, wondering if he could do this, if he could live the much more extroverted life of his brother without fucking it all up.

 As he trailed after Joe and Gwil, a group of hotel guests gasping as they recognized the three men, Sami realized he had no choice.

 From now until he could tuck himself away in the safety of his Dallas hotel room, he was Rami Malek, the star of Bohemian Rhapsody.

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The Prince of the Sea and his Child of Fire - On Kurt’s Island (Rated NC17)

This is one of two one-shots I wrote for this story that is just a bit of happy fluff to follow the HEA :)

Read on AO3.

Blaine reclines on the sand and watches his Fairy King construct his arbor, wishing he could steal Kurt’s attention away from the meticulous work he’s doing. Blaine knows he shouldn’t bother him. Kurt has been trying to build this structure for the better part of five days. And Blaine … well, he’s of little help in that arena, never having had created anything that’s stood on land. But watching Kurt work - the muscles in his back stretching as he reaches, his wings fluttering in reflex - Blaine can’t help his urges.

Those wings. Those gorgeous, ethereal wings are Blaine’s weakness. Blaine loves looking at Kurt’s wings. Blaine can say it’s because he comes from the sea and there are no creatures below the water with appendages like those, but that’s not the complete truth. There are many fish with gossamer fins that look remarkably like wings. They might not fly through the water the same way Kurt soars through the sky, but they hang and drift, suspended on the current. The effect can be described as similar, but it’s in no way the same.

Kurt’s wings are a magical thing to behold. They are magnificent in span, even compared to others of his kind, and they look like skeletal lace. During the day, they capture the rays of the sun and glimmer like twin flames. And at night, they hold the moonlight and reflect it like an aurora. The fairies tried to fashion the windows of Kurt’s palace after them, out of woven gold mesh and fine, spindly, pearlescent glass, except that the effect of Kurt’s wings could never be re-created. They are unique, singular, exceptional.

Just like the Great Fairy King himself.

For Blaine, being around Kurt is like drinking a fine wine, one that you don’t have to put your lips to in order to feel its effects. Kurt makes Blaine dizzy. He makes Blaine’s world spin in several different directions at once. He makes everything brighter and warmer and effervescent.

Kurt is a force of nature. Blaine knows that firsthand.

He creates fire from his fingertips.

He can make flowers grow.

And he outshines the sun.

Watching Kurt work and listening to him sing gives Blaine fuel to daydream. He often watches Kurt and wonders how things would have turned out if everything had gone the way Kurt had originally wanted, and they had made it to that Star. Blaine imagines that things for them would not be much different. They would be together, the way they are on this little island of theirs, and they would be in love. But they would be starting the world over – Blaine controlling the water, filling it with life, with Kurt doing the same on the surface.

The only difference would be that the world where they were born would be gone - a victim of their parents’ intolerance and hate.

Blaine prefers this so much better.

Blaine watches as Kurt carefully crafts his roses one petal at a time. Kurt’s patience astounds Blaine. Blaine was often told that the fairies of the fire were impetuous, prone to rash decisions, and that the sprites of the water were the level-headed ones. But in Blaine’s experience with Kurt, nothing could be further from the truth. Yes, Kurt has a temper to rival any fairy, but he had the patience of the moon waiting through its phases to show its entire face to the world. That’s how Kurt creates. He’s perfected the art of manipulating light. He could spend all evening on a single flower, infusing it with every color ever known from the cells on out.

If Blaine lets him … which he finds that he can’t, and not because of the rising sun calling to them, warning them of its appearance. They’ve found ways around the sunrise. Kurt’s arbor is one of them, but that’s not all. They’ve spent whole days chasing the night, from one side of the world to the other, just to spend time together. Kurt also discovered that his palace has an outlet to an underground waterway. He never knew about it because the only way to reach it is through a staircase in the Queen’s chambers – his mother’s room. He likes to believe that his mother had it built that way in case Malek ever decided to return to her. Blaine uses it in his father’s stead to visit Kurt in his palace, sleep beside him in his bed.

But aside from all of this, in Kurt’s arms, the sun doesn’t harm Blaine, just as in Blaine’s arms, the water leaves Kurt be.

Blaine rises from the sand and walks over to his busy fairy, eager to touch him. Kurt’s body is Blaine’s paradise. It’s warm and comforting. His skin feels like satin, his hair like silk, and his mouth ...

Whenever Blaine feels like going to heaven, that’s the first place he visits.

Kissing his Fairy King takes him straight there.

“You know,” Kurt says, as Blaine wraps his arms around him from behind, “this arbor’s never going to get done.”

“Yes, it will,” Blaine says, pressing cool kisses to Kurt’s shoulder. “And if it doesn’t, it will have very little to do with me, my King, and more to do with the fact that you’re such a perfectionist.”

“This arbor is for you, my love,” Kurt points out. He pauses a moment where he’s been darkening a petal to the exact shade of gold as Blaine’s lust blown eyes to lean into Blaine’s skin and surrender to his kisses. “I would like it to be as close to perfect as possible.”

“It will be …” Blaine tightens his arms around Kurt’s waist “… if it has you in it.”

Kurt smiles. “Well, of course,” he agrees, completing his petal, then snapping his fingers to make the others around it the exact same shade.

“It’s gorgeous,” Blaine says of Kurt’s rose. “Now, make half of them that color, and it’ll be wonderful.”

Wh-what about the other half?” Kurt’s words waver when Blaine moves his kisses to the junction of Kurt’s wings where they meet his shoulder. Kurt never imagined that would feel as good as it does. He never liked having his wings – any part of them – touched before. But Blaine is so gentle about it, his mouth so tender around them, that it has become the one touch Kurt craves most.

“Make those the color of your eyes,” Blaine whispers against the glassine flesh of his wings, “and I will be supremely happy.”

“So blue then?” Kurt asks, trembling fingers moving to a bare branch of the arbor. White roses bloom at his touch, waiting to be transformed.

“No.” Blaine shakes his head, brushing the nape of Kurt’s neck with his hair, that sensation sizzling with the memory of other times Blaine’s hair has brushed the nape of the Fairy King’s neck, in what throes of passionate embrace they were locked in. “Not just blue. Some should be blue like the sky at sunset when I first see you - that deep, mysterious shade of lapis that heralds the dark.” Blaine’s tongue lingers at the top of Kurt’s spine, licking in small circles that make Kurt’s wings vibrate from pure pleasure. “Make some of them the blue at sunrise, right before we say good-bye – that light, wispy, dreamlike blue that seems so cheerful, but for us, can be so sad. Then make the rest gray, closer to silver, like the sky before a hurricane.”

“When are my eyes that color?” Kurt asks. The question comes out whispered, bordering on a gasp.

“They’re that color right now, my love,” Blaine says, the sentence drifting down Kurt’s back. “They’re the color your eyes become when you want me.” Blaine’s lips wander back up Kurt’s spine to hover around the edge of his ear. “How can I have you, my King? Tell me what I have to do.”

Kurt turns in Blaine’s arms to rest his hands on Blaine’s shoulders and gaze into his eyes. “Is it in the nature of the Great Sea King to kneel?” he teases.

“Only for you,” Blaine says, dropping to his knees, understanding what Kurt wants, what’s sometimes hard for him to say out loud.

Kurt watches Blaine lower himself for him, peeling his pants down his legs as he goes. It seems to please Blaine to do this, to make Kurt feel good. He expresses his love for Kurt this way, without saying a single word.

Kurt’s skin is pure heat when Blaine takes him into his mouth. Everything about Kurt is light and fire and power. It’s an intoxicating feeling having that in Blaine’s body, to feel that strength, knowing Kurt reserves it for him only.

As Blaine does for Kurt.

They belong to one another – powerful elementals. Together they form balance, life. If things were different, if they were enemies, the power of one could surely extinguish the other.

If they suffered the sin of vanity that their parents bequeathed to them.

But together like this, they create harmony.

With Kurt’s head thrown back, his voice singing with pleasure, the trees above him bear fruit, the flowers of the arbor his hands rest on flourish like wild, bursting in vivid shades of blue and green - and as he gets closer to climaxing, a fiery autumn red. The waters pull up to the shore and the clouds in the sky part.

“No,” Kurt begs, removing one hand from his roses to thread his fingers through Blaine’s hair. “Not yet. Not without you.”

Blaine pulls off his Fairy King and kisses around his hips. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. Please.”

“If that’s what you wish.”

“I do.” Kurt falls to wobbly knees to address his Sea King’s flushed face. “That’s all I ever want.”

No one taught them how to do this. No one told them how it was done. Kurt knew absolutely nothing about it and Blaine, he had heard talk from tactless guards around his palace. But from the moment he saw Kurt tending his fire, he’d dreamed of this, knew it could become a reality if Kurt would ever fall in love with him. They’ve made it more than a reality. It’s so much better than Blaine could have ever imagined, so much better than the ways he experimented on himself, alone in his room.

Being with Kurt like this has turned reality into a dream.

Blaine doesn’t enter Kurt. He becomes one with him. Just because Blaine leans over Kurt from behind doesn’t, in any way, put him above his Fairy King. When they make love, they’re the same person, joined together, moving as one. There are points on Kurt’s skin that Blaine swears he can feel deep inside when he touches them, places that seem like doorways from one to the other. Every stroke, every kiss, every caress is more than an act with a drive towards a goal. It’s a way for them to communicate, and not only with one another, but with the earth beneath them, the sky above.

Blaine has often said that Kurt’s moans of ecstasy trigger the sun to rise, and Kurt has many times claimed that Blaine calling out his name makes the earth beneath the sea quake. With Blaine inside him, Kurt’s skin glows pink. He becomes his own star, and the stars above them twinkle in response.

Blaine puts a hand to Kurt’s cheek and turns his face, needing to look in Kurt’s eyes when he cums. He stares with wonder at Kurt’s smiling face, his eyes shimmering in the starlight, and as much as Kurt adores it, he has to look away. Sometimes it’s just too much, the emotion that Blaine keeps in his eyes – the love, the loss, all the near misses, the things that they thought would never be. But here together on Kurt’s island, there is no loss, and their lives are forever.

When love making ends, when they collapse, still connected, and moans fade into sighs, they relax in the sand together, with Blaine’s head pressed against Kurt’s back, listening to the beat of his heart serenade him sweetly. They look up at the sky, which seems to be filled with hundreds more stars, called out of hiding, called into existence, by the love of the Sea King and his Fire Child.

“Kurt,” Blaine says, “you are, without a doubt, the greatest thing that has ever existed in my life.”

Kurt places kisses on Blaine’s fingertips and smiles. “And you, my King, are the greatest in mine.”

[unknownauthor]

It's Friday, I'm in Love

Pairing: Rami x Reader

Summary: Your life was planned out before your birth. Grow up, get good grades, go to college, become a doctor. Every second planned....except for the moment you met Rami. For ten long years you hide you feelings from each other, remaining best friends....until the night before you leave for college, when Rami shows up outside your window, offering you a different life path.

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

I groan into my pillow as my hand reaches from beneath the blankets towards my night stand where my phone sat. I didn't know what time it was, but I had gone to bed after 1 am. The previous day having been filled with lots of tearful goodbyes and last minute packing. I was going to college in just a few short hours.

Finally, I feel my hand collide with the cool surface of my phone and I grasp it, squinting as my eyes adjusted to the glaring light in the dark.

Rami.

I smiled and pushed the answer button, noting it was after three am. I didn't care though, I would answer anytime Rami called. He was after all, my very best friend.

Me and Rami had met at the tender age of eight, after he saved me from a fly away dodge ball, that nearly broke my nose. Ever since that day the two of us had always been side by side, never one without the other.

Until tomorrow. I shake my head as I bring the phone to my ear, pushing the thought to the back of my mind.

"You know it's after three, right?" I say with a smile, I can hear my  friend's deep hearty laugh on the other end of the line and feel my stomach do back flips....Lately I'd been thinking of Rami as more than a friend, of course I'd never tell him but a girl can dream right?

"I know you need your 40 hours of sleep but I have a surprise for you," I chuckle at the dramatics in his tone.

"There aren't forty hours in a day. I'd like at least five hours," I joke back.

"You always were the smarter one." He replied, I smiled, sitting up and hanging onto his voice.

"What's the surprise?" I ask curiously.

"Open your window and let me in. I'll show you." I feel my heart pound as I look toward my window. My house was one story which was perfect because I could always sneak out easily, and there had been many nights when Rami, who lived just down the street, had come over to comfort me or to be comforted by me. I sigh, shaking my head as I climb out of bed.

"You better feel special," I say as I make my way towards my window, "I don't answer the phone at three am for just anybody, or even let just anybody into my room for that matter." I hear his actual chuckle as I hang up and pull back the curtains.

I can see the outline of him standing on the other side of the glass as I unlock and pull up the window, Rami grunts softly as he climbs through, trying to be as quiet as possible. I go back to my bedside table and turn on the light, squinting as the brightness floods the room.

"It looks so....empty in here," Rami says sadly. When I turn around I can see the conflict in my friend's face. While I had had my whole life planned out since before I was born, he came from a different background completely. With an older sister, a twin and hard working immigrant parents.

Rami looked exhausted. He wore a white tank top, beneath a loose fitting hoodie, his sweats hung low off his hips. His eyes had dark circles and bags beneath them, his hair was tossed like he’d spent hours pulling at it, and he just looked worn out. He smiled at me softly.

I crossed the distance between us and wrapped my arms around him, relishing in delight as his strong arms came down around me as well, I breathed him in, loving the faint smell of the car shop he worked at, masked beneath his cologne and deodorant. He smelled like home. I always felt safe with him.

"There's something I need to tell you," his voice rumbles in his chest, vibrating against my ear, I can hear his heart quicken and I pull back to look up at him. I don't know what it is, but the glint in his eye sends a thrill through my body.

"What?" I whisper breathlessly. I can feel the tension in the room picking up as Rami steps back and pulls a little box out of his pocket. I don't know what it is but are curious, as a light blush crosses his face.

"You've been my best friend since we were eight years old. I've always loved and admired you. I've always tried to keep you safe and be that supportive friend that you needed, and I'm grateful for everything you've done for me as well," I smile, touched by his words.

Rami sinks to one knee and opens the box and I swear my heart nearly jumps out of my chest.

"You've always had a plan, a singular goal that was picked out for you and I've watched you work hard to obtain it all your life. And I know....I know it's not really what you want. I have to believe that somewhere along the way you fell for me like I fell for you...." He takes my limp hand into his own, I don't move, tears stinging my eyes, "but I'm asking you to make your own choice and take a different route. With me. Y/F/N, I'm asking you to marry me. I'm asking you to run away with me and be with me....choose me....please." I take in the sight before me;  Rami Malek, my best friend, on his knees, asking me to run away and get married. His eyes were desperate, as they stayed locked on mine, waiting for a reaction. I didn't know what to say, the boy had rendered me speechless.

But he was right.

I hated the idea of being a doctor....but only because I never got the choice. My career -hell my entire life had been planned for me. No one had ever asked me what I wanted. Until Rami. He always gave me a choice. Like now.

I took a deep breath, I could feel my palm begin to sweat in his. He didn't mind. "This is crazy." I say with a smile.

"I know. That's why I trust it."

"And....say we do this. Run off and get married. Then what? What about Sami? Jas? Your parents? Where would we live? How would we make money?" I didn't mention my parents. I knew they didn't like Rami, and they would never forgive me if I did this. All their dreams shattered. I’d be a disappointment.

Rami stood, keeping my hand in his, he stepped closer, peering down at me. He looked at me like I held all the secrets of the universe. It made me feel warm.

"They understand....my whole life my parents taught me to choose my own path and live my own life. And the life I want has you in the center of it." He let go of my hand to caress my cheek tenderly. "And I don't care where we go or what we do. I have some money saved up and I have the van. We could travel the country and sleep on beaches or move to Idaho and buy a potato farm. I don't care. I don't care where we are or what we do. As long as I'm with you." He held the ring up, it was a simple gold band, and it was beautiful. "All you have to do is say yes. Please Y/N. We can leave right now. Get out of this town and go anywhere. Do anything...."  He trailed off, waiting for my reply.

I spent my whole life following the rules. Rami had always been the risk taker, the limit pusher. And I thought that balanced us out. But now I’m not so sure. All I knew was the boy in front of me loved me. He loved me. And he was giving me something no one else ever did. A choice.

I was on the edge, and for the first time, I jumped.

"Okay," I whispered.

"What?"

"You heard me." I pull away, plucking the ring from him and sliding it on. It fit perfectly. "Let's get married." Rami's grin was breathtaking. He captured my lips excitedly, cupping my face in his hands, before wrapping his arms around me and spinning me around the room. “Shh!” I scold him happily, he sets me down, face still beaming, “My parents are asleep.” he takes my hands in his, kissing my knuckles, I can almost feel the relief washing over him.

“I love you,” he whispers, pressing his forehead against mine, his thumb resting against the base of my throat.

“Let me get some things around and I’ll meet you at your house in forty five minutes.”

I set the letter to my parents on their bedside table gently. They slept on peacefully, never knowing that I had even stirred. Of course when they did wake to find me gone, they’d be angry, they’d probably scream, maybe go try and yell at Rami’s mom, but that woman could hold her own, just be generally disappointed in me.

I bite my lip, fighting the urge to submit, fighting the urge to take it all back and stay. I couldn’t do that. I didn’t want to leave Rami anymore than he wanted me to go. If this is what it took to live free. Live together. I would do it.

I shut the door to my old home, and headed down the street, towards my new future.

“Everything copacetic?” Rami asks as I open the door to his Astro. It was an old van, with only a driver and passenger seat, the back was usually full of car parts or tools, but as I look back there now, all I see is a mattress, some blankets and the bags the two of us packed.

“How long have you been planning this?” I chuckle at him. He blushes slightly as he starts the car.

“Sophomore year? I think,” he screws up his face, trying to remember, “At least that was exactly when I knew I was going to marry you someday.” my heart fluttered.

“I didn’t know you could be such a romantic,” I teased. He reached out, placing a warm hand on my knee.

“Only for you babe,” he says as he pulls out of his driveway and onto the road. It’s still dark out, slight tones of dawn coming on in the distance. He turns on the heater and I snuggle down into my seat, wrapping my arms around myself. I’ve never felt more content. “So where to Mrs. Malek?” I look up through heavy lidded eyes to see Rami smirking at me. God he was so beautiful.

“The ends of the earth Mr. Malek.” I reply before falling into a gentle and peaceful sleep.

[anonysquirrel]

World-hopping AU continues...

Continuing the “Molly wakes up in an entirely different world with lots of portals to other universes” fic from part 1...

By the time the sun was setting, Melandrix the Marvelous had crumpled back into Mollymel the miserable (and footsore). The circus wagons had spoiled him; the thigh-high boots were fantastically theatrical, but not precisely meant for cross country treks.

He’d found the beach, and there was a lot of it; he’d found all the water he couldn’t drink, and started being judicious with his waterskin. Clearly it was more than one afternoon’s walk around the edge of the island.

Before he lost the light entirely, he cast a clairvoyant eye into the sky and looked down from a mile up.

On the one hand: Bless the Moonweaver, there was a city on the northeastern coast. He’d pour out a shot in Her name the next time he encountered a beverage worthy of the offering.

On the other hand: Of course he’d chosen the wrong slope of hill to follow downward. He’d followed the sun to the south, and landed himself on the coast without the people on it. Sometimes he dearly wished he was clever like Alsbet; she would have thought to look from above before she had five hours of walking in.

On the tail: It wasn’t the worst idea to rest up, recover the magic he’d spent along the way, and make sure he was as prepared as he could be for the next day’s command performance in a city where for all he knew he might not have any languages at all in common with the natives.

...Dammit, he hated being alone.

Alsbet was the wise one; Bill was the kind one; the twins were pure hellions that made sure no one had the opportunity to get bored; and between the dramas and delights and squabbles and trysts and gleeful chaos of the rest of the carnival crew, his head had never been this damned quiet.

Melandrix had been the showman, the blade-dancer, the charming fortune-teller; Molly had been the one who snuck apples to the horses and tucked the children in to their beds at night and then found an enthusiastic and flexible partner or two to share his own bed most nights. And he’d never needed to find out whether, when you took his circus family away, all that was left behind was a thing to name malek.

It was a frivolous expenditure of power, but he indulged himself anyway. He wrapped the memory-illusion of the circus tent around himself: the scent of the hay, the animals rustling, a quiet giggle from the tumblers, Glory tuning her lute, all the sounds of living that kept away the cold silence from the time before he had words.

It wouldn’t last the night, but maybe it would last long enough to fall asleep. Once he got closer to the town, he could see whether his spark of clairvoyance was enough to tell which way the rest of the circus had pitched their tents. It was an island; he couldn’t have gotten that far away from the others.

All right, maybe he could have gotten that far away from the others.

He’d found a junkpile made of ships, and ...other things. Things that looked kind of like ships made out of metal.

Molly would freely admit he wasn’t the cleverest creature around, but he was bright enough to recognize that when you put a piece of metal on water, it was going to sink. The more metal, the heavier the thing, the faster the sinking. And yet apparently somebody with more coin than sense had made a bloody great pile of the useless things, maybe looking to chuck them in a few at a time or some like?

Oh, this could be promising: apparently somebody around here did have more coin than sense!

Suddenly, both Molly and Melandrix were feeling much better about this place. “Patron of the arts” had such a lovely ring to it, and rich men liked their fortunes told in ways that insinuated compounding wealth, and anyone who had the resources to heap up a bloody huge pile of metal ships on the edge of an ocean would never miss a few things here and there.

He just wished he’d been able to spot the tents; he wanted to tell Alsbet all about the ridiculous ship-pile and the chances to pick up some trinkets and treasures that wouldn’t be missed. The tents ought to have been up by now, somewhere around the city; it was noon, they had to be set by noon in order to finish the rigging in time to have an evening performance, but he’d cast his last clairvoyant eye toward the sky and hadn’t seen the Haversham tents anywhere in the city or on the edges.

They wouldn’t have left him, would they?

They wouldn’t have. Even if they’d somehow bundled the entire circus onto ships overnight and sailed for the horizon, Bill and Alsbet wouldn’t have left him behind.

If they wouldn’t leave him… maybe he’d left them, somehow?

He’d just been staggering home pleasantly drunk, like a thousand nights before, and while he was quite capable of forgetting which bed was his own on a given night on the road, there was no way he could have taken a wrong turn in landlocked Whitfell and come out on an island. No way short of some daft idiot wizard ripping open a hole in the world, of course, but the chances of that--

Molly’s jaw dropped open as a hole tore itself open in the sky and some vast hunk of twisted metal fell screaming through white-hot and plowed into the ocean’s edge with a roar.

“Well, bugger me sideways,” he said faintly, staring at the still-steaming hulk of metal that had started the seawater simmering around it. The tossed coin of unrealized potential kept spinning in his mind.

Upside: The Havershams hadn’t left him behind.

Downside: What bloody idiot wizard was he going to have to hunt down and shake until he tore open the right hole so he could get back to his circus-family?

Upside: So much looting potential. So much. If no rich bastard was building the things on a lark and chucking them out, then nobody would miss a damn thing.

Downside: If no rich bastard was building the things on a lark and chucking them out, then where would he find the patrons with more money than sense?

Well, even without the prospect of obscenely rich sheep to fleece, it would be a cold and bitter day in the blue hells before Melandrix the Marvelous couldn’t charm his dinner and a warm bed out of some innkeeper.

And whenever he made his way home to the Carnival of Dreams, this would be a magnificent story to tell. Alsbet wouldn’t believe a word of it. Bill and the twins would be hanging on every word. Terra, Luna, and Sol would want proof; he’d need to arrange for some exotic trinkets to find his pockets…

Some enterprising lads further down the beach were already putting together a boat and pointing excitedly at the new wreck. They were welcome to it. As with the floating properties of metal, Molly was enough of an observer of the laws of nature to stay well clear for a time.

His hands were a work of art and the tool of his trade. Granted, he was somewhat heat-resistant due to his nature, but he also had absolutely nothing in the way of cooling charms, and so he had no intention of placing his hands on metal that had come in hot enough to boil the surrounding ocean.

He wasn’t surprised by the range of heights among folk scrambling into the boat. But what did surprise him quite a bit was that amid the usual array of skin in shades of mud and sand, one of them was orange.

Maybe the Moonweaver had smiled upon him after all. Maybe he wasn’t going to be the most terrifying being any of these folk had ever seen, simply by wearing his own flesh.

Melandrix the Marvelous hadn’t a lick of actual precognitive talent, but Mollymel Haversham had a good feeling about this place.

[sherlollydramoine]

Which Malek Twin is Better in Bed: An Experiment Part One

Had this idea that was inspired by a few different asks that I received. This is going to be in either two or three parts. Part One is the set up and Rami’s turn. 

This is completely unedited so I apologize for the millions of mistakes that are probably plaguing this piece. 

Warnings: alcohol use, language, and unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it y’all)

Word Count: 5285

“No, she said that she thought that I’d be the one that was better at cunnilingus,” Sami shot back.

“No she did not. She said it would be me because ‘I’ve got a mouth made to sin’ according to her,” Rami counters with a shrug.

“We’re identical twins asshole we have the same mouth!”

“So, that doesn’t mean that we are both as equally skilled with it,” Rami counters again.

“I’m still better with my hands and dick though. You may have the oral skills but I have other skills that the ladies love. I’ve never had any complaints,” Sami adds, and Rami rolls his eyes.

“Righttttt and who almost got in trouble when I snuck Michelle in back in eleventh grade. She was definitely not being quiet and was not displeased with my performance skills,” Rami says, which elicits an eye roll from Sami this time.

“BOYS!” you holler trying to catch their attention. They’d been arguing the better part of an hour over some girl that they knew and who was better in bed all around. You were fairly certain that whoever this mystery woman was her assessment of the boys was all speculative. You’d known them for years and had never known them to share a woman, then again, you never know they didn’t share all their secrets with you.

They both turn their heads to look in your direction and you shoot them both a look. Picking up your beer off the table and bringing it your mouth you take a long pull from the bottle. Neither one of the boys dared to say a word, until after you had said whatever it was that you had to say. 

“Ya know boys there is really only one way to figure out who is better in bed!”

“You aren’t going to try and call all of our exes are you? I’m no- I’m a little worried that some of the reports wouldn’t be accurate and a few of my exes aren’t exactly happy with me. I used to be kind of a dick,” Rami says suddenly, eyes wide looking mildly horrified, while Sami just lets out a short bark of laughter.

“Serve you right for being a dick bro. I’m sure my exes would have nothing but praise for my exemplary skills in the bedroom.”

“As amusing as that would be to contact all of your exes, there is another way to settle this debate once and for all. You both are going to have to find a woman that would be willing to sleep with both of you, separately of course, and get her feedback,” you suggest.

Rami’s brows nearly shoot into his hairline while Sami just lets out another bark of laughter.

“I’m sure Mr. Hollywood here can have no problem finding available pussy but I don’t like the idea of it being some random person.” Sami casually mentions in between sips of his rum and coke.

“Yeah, honestly, I don’t really like the idea of fucking some random chick that only knows me as ‘that famous guy from the robot show’. I’d rather it be someone we know that can give an unbiased opinion. If we went the route of me picking someone up I might win by default just because she got to fuck some famous guy,” Rami states.

“Ram since when have you ever had an issue finding some random pussy to fuck? Everyone knows you are a total fucking player. Besides Mr. Hollywood, you can walk into any bar or restaurant and the pussy will literally find you,” Sami says. Rami just frowns and flips his brother the bird while you try not to choke on your beer. 

“Boys! Just stop. As highly entertained as I am by this conversation I think you guys are missing the point. There has got to be some woman on this planet that doesn’t know who you are Rami. Someone that would be willing to experiment,” you start to explain. Stopping for a moment to gather your thoughts and take another sip of your beer when an idea strikes you. Neither of the boys have piped up or offered any other alternative solution so you decide to go ahead and voice your idea.

“Rami you work in Hollywood. Hollywood is known for its lascivious nature, so surely you know someone that knows something about high class escorts. Sure, they are expensive but don’t they get paid a small fortune to buy their silence as well as providing you with a warm wet hole to fuck? Make some phone calls and then explain to her what you want to do. If she agrees, no matter the cost you can have her take notes and then compare them after she has had her turn with both of you.”

“NO!” Both boys shouted in unison with horrified expressions on their faces. The sudden raucous of the raised voices caused a few nearby patrons to look your way out of curiosity.

“Damn boys sorry. It was just a thought. This might be a tougher solution than I thought when I suggested it.”

“So back to square one, who would be the perfect person to do this? I just. It’s kind of nerve wracking though because I don’t want to screw up any relationships with any of our friends. Clearly choosing someone from our pool of mutual friends is probably the best option. They wouldn’t tell anyone about this peculiar situation if they wanted to maintain our friendship.” Sami adds.

For the first time in over an hour silence descends on the table while both boys look deep in thought. Suddenly their heads snap up and they look at each other and nod. Before you know what hit you you had four blue-green eyes staring at you.

“What?” you ask nervously, picking up your beer again to take another sip.

“YN! Come on, you’d be the perfect person to do this. You wouldn’t let something like this interfere with our friendship and you would give us your honest feedback. You wouldn’t lie to either one of us just to inflate our egos.” Rami says, looking hopeful.

“I don’t know if this is a good idea boys. I mean. I’m just. Look at me. I-I-I can, can I think about this?”

“I want to say yes you can, but babe I’m leaving after this next weekend and I’ll be gone for a little over a month. This is kind of a time is of the essence thing,” Rami states with a shrug. 

“I’m gonna need something stronger than this,” you mumble, pushing your chair away from the table and heading towards the bar. 

Once you were back at your table you began taking large sips of whatever cocktail that the bartender had whipped up for you, as you contemplated what to do. Three cocktails and a bunch of awkward conversation later you looked up at both of them and croaked out, “I’ll do it!”

Both boys grinned their same beautiful smiles as they high-fived each other and you raised a brow.

“I'm cumming over Saturday!” Sami exclaimed and then giggled. “I mean, I’m coming over Saturday!” he giggled again, and his brother just shot him a look while you shook your head.

“Wow! I didn’t realize you were so eager to get to fuck me Sam!” You laugh as you avert your gaze. You send up a silent prayer that you won’t end up regretting agreeing to do this.

“YN what’s your schedule like this week? The weekend won’t work for me because I’m leaving Sunday night so I’ll have to come over sometime during the week. Sami is all yours Saturday and then Sunday morning we can all meet up and you can compare your notes and finally settle the debate about which Malek twin is better in bed.”

“As it were, I’m in between gigs right now so I’m free the whole week so just let me know what time and day work best for you Rami and we’ll meet up. I think it’s best if you come to mine so that way there are no sabotages or interruptions,” you inform him shooting Sami, a look who is just sitting there with a devilish grin on his face.

After a few more drinks the three of you decide to call it a night and the boys drop you off at home where you couldn't help but feel a little drunkenly excited for the coming week. It had been far too long since you’d had any kind of intimate relations with anyone and you were definitely looking forward to getting dicked twice in one week. Of course the twins didn’t know that you’d had the biggest crush on Rami since you were like seven after he’d beat up the boy that was harassing you on the playground. You chuckle at the memory of Rami getting into trouble for fighting.

Your dreams that night were definitely very vivid and extremely pornorgraphic and now you were headed into the new week with the thoughts of that dream floating around your head. You’d sell your soul to make it happen. The thoughts of both of them kneeling on either side of you on your bed jerking themselves off on you, and covering your breasts, stomach and thighs with their cum was enough to make you start salivating and your panties wet. 

On Tuesday Rami sent you a text asking if you wanted to meet for dinner later, and you’d agreed. The restaurant he told you that you were going to was definitely the type of place that you’d never have been able to afford on your own but Rami reassured you that it was his treat. His turn to wine and dine you. This is it. It was Rami’s night to show you what he could do in the sack, the dinner was just an excuse for the two of you to talk and become a little more relaxed before you got down to business.

You took your time to prepare for the evening. You’d splurged on a manicure, pedicure and a bikini wax. You weren’t sure of Rami’s preferences for body hair but you felt good. Choosing your favorite red dress from the closet and pulling it on, glancing at yourself in the mirror you smile. You looked damn good. Just as you were swiping your lipstick on you heard the doorbell;  sliding your feet into your black pumps that he had gifted you two years ago, you head to the door.

Grabbing your black clutch from the table in your entryway, you swing the door open. Rami was dressed in a nice suit complete with black tie, holding a small bouquet of your favorite flowers.. You can feel his eyes rake up and down your body and he lets out a low whistle. 

“You look amazing,” he smiles at you, as he hands you the bouquet. You invited him in for a moment after he reassured you the car wasn’t going anywhere, so that you can go put the flowers in a vase. He followed you into the kitchen, the nervousness rolling off of him in waves. At this point you have no idea who was more nervous about the events of this evening. 

“Same could be said for you Malek.”

“Oh this thing. I’ve had it in my closet for ages but haven’t worn it yet,” he rambles nervously.

You get the flowers unwrapped and into the vase full of water and then letting out a soft sigh you turn to him and ask,”Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be,” was his response. He casually grabs your hand as you make your way back to the door. You turn to lock the door and he puts his hand on your waist as he leads you to the fancy black car that was waiting at the end of your driveway. He opens the door for you and confidently says, “Ladies first.”

You giggle and slide into the car. He follows a few seconds later and then slams the door closed. He looks over at you and takes your left hand into his right one and gives it a soft squeeze. 

“So?” you ask.

“So” he responds with a smile.

“Are you-excited for tonight?”

“YN, honestly, it’s all I’ve thought about since Saturday night. I-I-I hope this doesn’t make things awkward because I’m really good at doing that, but I- I - I’m excited. I know that you haven’t been with anyone in a while and so it’s going to be such a pleasure for me to show you what I can do, but also have some fun,” he says, nervously scratching the back of his head with his left hand. He gives your hand another squeeze but you couldn’t help the smile that was slowly  spreading across your face. 

“Honestly Ram, it’s all I’ve thought about too. I-I-uh- had a dream about this on Saturday night.”

He lets out a nervous chuckle, “I hope I can live up to your dream expectations.”

“I'm more than positive that you will Rami, so don’t be nervous. We can’t both be nervous or we’ll just freak each other out and then this whole thing will have been for nothing.”

You catch his eyes and you both laugh, his hand never leaving yours.

Dinner went by way too quickly as you chatted away happily, ate the best meal you’ve ever had, and imbibed several glasses of champagne that Rami insisted on. He joked that this was a celebration of sorts though you couldn’t figure out exactly what. You just figured the champagne was mostly for the nerves. 

The two of you had previously discussed him staying the night in the event that one or both of you got a little intoxicated at dinner and it didn’t make sense for him to have a car on standby. You also didn’t think it was fair to have the car waiting because neither of you were aware of how long you would otherwise be indisposed. 

In the car on the way back you sat in the middle this time, with your head resting on his shoulder, while his right hand held your left one firmly, his thumb gently stroking the soft skin of your hand. Neither of you were conversing just content to be in silence mostly due to nerves.  The closer that the car got to pulling up to your house the tension in the air became palpable. Both of you let out a shaky breath as the car came to a stop in front of your place. The butterflies in your stomach had you feeling oddly restless and you were squirming in your seat while Rami’s left leg was bouncing restlessly. Despite all the nerves you were also plagued with arousal. You’d had a crush on him for so long that getting a chance to finally get to find out exactly what he is like in bed is a dream come true for you, though you’d never admit it out loud.

As he had earlier at the restaurant, he got out first this time holding a small overnight bag in one hand, as he held out one hand for you. You take the offered hand and slowly slide out of the car. Once you were fully out of the car he wrapped his right arm around your waist and walked with you to the door. Your trembling hands were a dead giveaway to the jitters you were experiencing, as you reached into your clutch to retrieve your house keys. In your frazzled state you’d accidentally dropped them twice, and Rami just lets out a soft chuckle, bends down to pick up your keys and unlocks the door for you. Stepping through the threshold you let out a breath and unthinkingly kick your shoes off by the door and he follows suit, dropping his bag next to his shoes. Your back turned to him so that you could shut and lock the door, he removes his jacket and haphazardly tosses it over his bag not caring that the expensive fabric will be terribly wrinkled in the morning. Turning back around you catch sight of his beautiful hands working his tie loose and carelessly tossing it on top of his jacket. 

Angling your body towards his reaching up to touch his face and then thinking better of it dropping your hand back to your side you open your mouth and barely manage to squeak out,“Soooo.. How do-” 

Shock barely registering as your words were suddenly cut off by his lips on yours.This is it. The  first kiss ever between the two of you and it was soft and hesitant, nearly awkward as if you were teenagers again; it wasn’t until your hands came up to interlock at the back of his head that he deepened the kiss and you nearly faint in his arms as you moan against his mouth. You blame the champagne for the boldness of both your actions, even though you knew it was going to come to this point eventually. Maybe in this case it was like ripping off a band aid the sooner someone initiated the encounter, the easier it will be to go through with it.

When you finally pulled away from each other both of you were damn near breathless, chests heaving, hair mussed, and pupils blown wide with lust. You both just stand in front of each other for a couple of seconds before instinct took over for both of you and your lips crashed together again. All traces of nerves gone from either of you now as your bodies nearly melted together. You both don’t realize that you’d begun moving, stopping only when your backside came in contact with the back of the couch. 

Your whole body felt as if it had been lit on fire and the ache in your core was becoming increasingly unbearable in such an embarrassingly short amount of time. You could feel his arousal pressing against your stomach and all you wanted at that moment was for him to rip your dress off and fuck you senseless. All of your dreams and fantasies could never compare to the reality of actually being intimate with one of your best friends, the one you’d had a crush on for so long. 

“Bed?” he asks breathily, as he smiles at you, his lips swollen lips and a delicious shade of red. 

You nod in response and without warning you find yourself being lifted into his arms and carried down the hall to the master bedroom. He carries you across the threshold and gently sets you down not hesitating at all as he brings your faces back together reigniting whatever passion had been latent for the few moments that it had taken for him to carry you down the hallway. 

You couldn’t help but to feel like he is savoring every moment of this because nothing about this moment is feeling rushed. Your mouths collide again. The passion behind his kisses feels so sincere that you almost allow yourself to feel like this was meant to be, but only allowing that to be a fleeting thought when you remember he is an actor. An award winning, highly skilled actor. This situation was only happening because you’d drunkenly agreed to settle some debate between him and his brother.

Shivering against his touch as his hands slide their way down your shoulders until his fingers come in contact with the zipper on the back of your dress. Begrudgingly pulling your mouth away from his beautifully swollen mouth, God his lips, you could spend eternity kissing those damn lips. It’s almost as if your body is acting purely on instinct because you never realize the moment that your hands glide up his arms, across his shoulders, and then down his chest. Your fingers trembling and struggling with the buttons of his dress shirt. Huffing a little in frustration wanting nothing more than to rip the damn thing to shreds.

His fingers had finished working the zipper down your back and you couldn’t help but to watch the fabric as it fell into a red pool at your feet. He lets out a quiet gasp as he realizes that you are standing before him completely bare. Releasing another huff as you continue to struggle with the buttons of his shirt,he lets out a soft chuckle.

“Let me,” he says, his voice breaking the quiet of the room as he gently pries yours hands away from his shirt. You watch in fascination as his fingers work  the buttons of his dress shirt open at lightning speed, you couldn’t help but to wonder what else those hands were capable of. Then again, that was that the whole point of this right? For each of the boys to prove to you just how well rounded their bedroom skills are. The second the last button is open, you damn near go feral and roughly push the fabric off his shoulders. The material stops moving as it is caught at his wrists and you couldn’t stop watching as he pulls his arms the rest of the way out of the sleeves. You just tosses the shirt, as it flutters to the ground, landing at your feet and on top of the red material of your dress.

You bring your eyes back up to his and for a second you feel shy, exposed. The dress you’d been wearing didn’t allow for underwear and you didn’t see any point since you knew that this is how the night was going to end anyway. 

You unconsciously begin to cover your chest with your arms when you feel his hands come down and gently remove them.

“Don’t hide from me YN. You are so beautiful, don’t ever hide from me,” he says so lovingly that you almost burst into tears. It had been a long time since anyone had ever called you beautiful. 

You can feel his fingers ghost down your sides leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake when his hands settle on your hips. Rami slowly pulls you towards him as he raises his right hand to  brush away a stray bit of hair away from your face. His eyes search yours for a quick moment before his lips find yours once again. You could kiss him forever, his mouth was made for it.

Lifting your hands from where they’d be resting down at your sides, you put your hands on his hips and give a little tug bringing your bodies as close together as humanly possible without being intimately connected. Without thinking you skim your hand along his hip bone to the front of his crotch and begin to palm him through his dress pants eliciting a deep moan from him that was so sinful you nearly came undone. 

The two of you slowly start dancing your way across the floor of your room towards your bed with lips locked, not stopping until the back of your knees made contact with the edge of your mattress. 

You groan in protest when he pulls his mouth away from yours and you frown slightly.

“Lay down for me,” he quietly instructed and there was absolutely no hesitation in your willingness to comply. You weren’t sure what he was going to do, but you were nearly panting in eager anticipation.

His body slides its way up yours as his mouth starts nipping, kissing, and sucking every inch of skin from your jaw to your navel. Feeling his eyes on your face watching your chest heave as your body writhes against his seeking friction. Your eyes widen in shock as you feel his fingers ghost themselves over your center. 

"Oh my God babe you are completely soaked for me and I’ve barely touched you," he says voice tinged with shock

You can't help the smile that forms as you watch his face disappear between your thighs. Your hips nearly buck off the bed and a noise that you’ve never made before escapes your lips, when you feel his tongue flick your clit, at the same time that he slides a few fingers into your soaking center. His free hand comes up to rest on your hip, in an attempt to keep your hips still. 

“OH GOD” you cry out, and your hands acting on their own accord come down to fist in his curls. You can feel him smirk against you as he hums in delight with the way you’ve been so responsive to his touch in such a short time.

His fingers pump in out of you in time with the movements of your tongue, and you can feel that familiar feeling beginning low in the pit of your stomach. Your eyes screw tightly shut, your body warm and coated with a light sheen of sweat, your chest heaving, and you are babbling a bunch of incoherent nonsense. Unbeknownst to you, your grip tightens exponentially in Rami’s hair and despite the pain radiating through his scalp he never relents.

“Don’t stop Rami. Don’t stop,” you whine and plead.

With another flick of his tongue in combination with the ‘come hither’ motion that his fingers, your legs begin trembling and you're whining out his name. Suddenly that warm feeling spreads from your stomach outward and your body begins to convulse, your thighs snap shut around his head and you can’t stop yourself from grinding into his face. You’d never felt anything like this before, but you are content to ride out this wave of pleasure on Rami’s face. 

“Oh God… Oh God.. Oh God…Rami” you moan, repeating it like a mantra.

You can  hear him mumbling something against your core and you can feel his tongue lapping at your juices. After what feels like an eternity the convulsing in your body stops and your thighs and body relax. You feel high. You’ve never had anyone make you feel like this and it makes you wonder if your suppressed feelings for him is the culprit for this.

Propping yourself up on your elbows you can see his chin is glistening with your juices as he smiles down at you. Weakly attempting to sit up to pull him towards you. This moment that you’ve been so nervous for all night however he just uses his hands to push you back down into the mattress, gently yet firmly.

You can hear the jangle of his belt buckle coming undone followed by a soft ‘thunk’ as his belt and pants hit the hardwood floor.

“Oh Rami,” you whisper so quietly that you don’t think he heard you. His eyes snap up and lock with yours seconds before his naked body slides its way up yours. His lips capture yours for a soft, sweet kiss and you can taste yourself on his lips as you wrap your arms around his neck trying to coax him to deepen the kiss. The nerves are back,your heart is thundering in your chest, and you aren’t sure what his next move is going to be. 

Extracting his lips from yours, he asks if you are ready, both of you take a shaky breath as you make eye contact with him and  whisper,”Yes” 

His forehead rests against yours for a moment, as you breathe each other in. He lets out a little  gasp when you bring your legs up and wrap them around his hips, your sensitive center rubbing against him almost playfully. Your body is in desperate need of something now, something to dull the ache your feel, so you reach down to grab a hold of him. He beats you to it by taking himself in hand and after taking another deep breath he slowly guides himself into you.

You let out a breathy moan as the warm sensation of being filled so completely overwhelms your senses. His eyes are screwed tightly shut, and his breath has hitched. Neither of you move for several seconds just simply basking in the pleasure of being so intimately connected for the first time. It’s a feeling that you only get once with someone. 

The moment both of you regain some semblance of control of your breathing his hips begin to move. This was better than any fantasy or dream you’ve ever had. He is in no hurry to finish and you don’t mind, every slow thrust of his hips brings about a new batch of sensations. At some point your fingers had intertwined with his as he kept his hips moving at a slow, but steady pace. 

Both of you were breathing heavily, your bodies glistening with sweat. His eyes catch yours as you breathily moan out his name, and you feel as if you are in heaven. He doesn’t make any attempt to increase the pace he’s set.

“Oh Rami... “ you mumble. His forehead comes down to rest on yours, and you lift your chin to place some small kisses to his lips.

“Baby you feel so good,” he whispers into your lips. The intimacy of this moment causes a whole new set of feelings to bubble their way to the surface and you couldn’t help the small tear that rolls down your cheek. You don’t think he noticed as you rock your hips with his.

As slow as the pace that he’d set is, it still didn’t stop his cock from hitting all of the right place inside of you, and after twenty minutes you can feel it building. You know he can sense it because he starts to slightly alter the rhythm of his hips as they move in time with yours. 

“Fly with me baby.” he whispers in your ear only moments before your second orgasm of the night washes over you. With your sweaty chests heaving, legs trembling again, and your walls clenching around him it does indeed feel as if you were flying, like your soul has left your body and you were now on some transcendental plane of existence. 

You can feel his body tense above yours and his breathing change as he follows you into orgasmic bliss, emptying himself deep within you, as you clench around him. Neither of you say anything but the gentle whispers of each other's names over and over until he collapses on top of you in a sweaty heap. You untangle your fingers from his and bring your hands up to run your fingers through his hair. 

In the blissful moments afterwards you realize something and it hits you hard. He is the first man that you’ve ever had sex with that has given you an orgasm. You couldn't help the tears that begin leaking from your eyes on their own accord,

“Oh baby, please tell me that it wasn’t that bad?”he questions, soundly slightly alarmed.

“No-no-no Rami, it’s not that. That was. Oh my God, that was the most incredible thing I’ve ever experienced. It’s just that. I’ve never had a sexual partner give me an orgasm before, and you’ve given me two in an hour. I’m sorry”

You both hiss when he pulls himself out of you and rolls his body so that he is situated at your side. He pulls you into his arms and gently strokes your hair.

“I’m honored. I love,” he hesitates for a second before continuing,”being able to give my partner an orgasm.”

“Oh Rami- you are-God you are amazing.”

Neither of you spoke again that night. Only sweet kisses and a lot of cuddling until you both fall into a deep sleep feeling completely sated and happy; a tangle of limbs. 

( P A R T T W O )

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Here’s an itty bitty snippet from Which Malek Twin is Better in Bed, part 3.... keep in mind this is unedited and may change before final posting.

 In their shocked states, you see an opportunity so you move quickly to try and run between them so that you could go cry in your bedroom alone. You moved a second too late because just as you were about to push through the two of them, you found four arms suddenly wrapping themselves around you enveloping you in a Malek twin  bear hug.

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Here's a snippet from Which Malek Twin is Better in Bed: An Experiment, Part Two: Sami's Turn

Your mouth opens and closes in a shocked silence as his lips graze over center. Gasping as his beard scrapes against the sensitive flesh of your thighs, and the fingers of his right hand ghost along your panty line before roughly pulling them aside.

He ends up pushing you further along the wall as he places his shoulders under your knees,his left hand on your hip to steady the both of you as his tongue finds your clit and the fingers of his left hand find your slick center. 

"Oh fuck," you whine out your eyes nearly rolling back into your head as your hips unconsciously buck into his face. His grip on your hip tightens and you're certain there will be bruises in the morning.

"Oh God Sami."

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Another snippet from Which Malek Twin is Better in Bed: An Experiment; Part Two

“My brother did that, didn't he?”

There was no point in telling any lies. Rami would see right through it and would call you out on it immediately, so you nod your head silently to answer his question. You weren’t expecting what happened next and that was Rami letting out a growl, yes a growl, as his lithe body collided with yours knocking you back into the arm of the sofa.

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It’s late but I’m NOT doing Smutty Saturday today...

I apologize lovies but I have a ton of requests in my inbox already. I feel bad for opening up for more requests when I have a ton of requests that deserve attention. I’m trying y’all. 

I’m also working on part two of “Which Malek Twin is Better in Bed: An Experiment”. In case you didn’t know Part Two: Sami’s Turn is coming along.