The story was requested by TheCruelSea Thanks for the request! I hope you like it!

P.S. That was my first smut OS. So don't be mad, if it's not so good.

Warinings: Sex

Today was Malcolm and Bon's anniversary. The two had been together for a long time. In fact, three years. They really loved each other, even if the lead singer, the little rhythm guitarist, sometimes annoyed. But of course it was all just amicable. It was late in the evening and Malcolm was sitting in his hotel room. The band was on tour and was touring France. You were in a posh hotel in Paris. Malcolm had been against the expensive hotel with the words: "We don't need that much snooty." But the little brother Angus had a completely different opinion and so it happened that the band found accommodation in the most expensive hotel in France. The band members knew about Malcolm and Bon's relationship, so the two of them shared a room. Bon was out looking for a beautiful bouquet for the love of his life. Because he knew Malcolm loved flowers. Which the little Scotsman would of course never admit, since it is "gay". Bon giggled a little as he thought about it and watched the florist tie a beautiful bouquet of flowers. There was one more thing Malcolm loved and that was fireworks. He was crazy about them. But Bon couldn't give him fireworks. He paid for the bouquet and walked the nocturnal streets of Paris in a good mood and whistling. A bit of a coincidence, isn't it? Paris. City of love. And right here was her three year anniversary. The two had visited the Eiffel Tower that morning. Malcolm didn't understand what was so special about this iron tower, but when he saw the joy in Bon's eyes, he liked it anyway. Bon got into the hotel elevator and soon he was on the correct floor. He went down the hall and unlocked the door. Malcolm was in a bad mood on the bed watching a cooking series. Bon giggled a little. He hid the bouquet behind his back and took off his jacket and scarf as it was winter. Then he took off his boots and went to Malcolm.

"Why do you look so grumpy, darling?" Chuckled the singer.

"The TV only has French channels." Malcolm grumbled.

"We're in France." Bon laughed and sat down next to Malcolm.

"Yes! But English is the cursed world language! They should at least have a station that speaks English!" Bon giggled and kissed Malcolm gently. Then he pulled the bouquet from behind his back.

"Happy anniversary again, Mally." Malcolm looked at the bouquet and took it in awe.

"That's beautiful, Bonny." Malcolm breathed, looking at the different flowers. "And they are all my favorite flowers. Carnations, bleeding hearts, gerberas ... Simply wonderful! Thanks, Bon!" Malcolm shrieked and kissed Bon hard. Bon smiled.

"I was hoping you would like this." Malcolm nodded excitedly, looking a bit like the little dogs some people have in the back of their cars. Bon smiled and stroked Malcolm's long, soft hair. Malcolm got up and put the flowers in a vase. Then he lay down on the bed again.

"What do we do now?" Asked the little rhythm guitarist.

"I don't know." Bon muttered. They stretch out in silence again. Malcolm had turned off the television because the French language was getting on their nerves. They held each other's hand and looked at the ceiling.

"Malcolm?" Bon asked into the silence.

"Yes?"

"What do you think of dirty deeds?" It was quiet for a while.

"But only if they're done dirt cheap." Malcolm grinned. Bon giggled and rolled onto his stomach. He started kissing Malcolm passionately. Malcolm groaned a little and put his arms around Bon's neck to pull him closer. Bon's tongue slipped into Malcolm's mouth, causing the smaller one to moan softly. "I love you." Malcolm breathed. Bon brushed a strand of hair back from his face.

"I know sweetheart. I love you too." They kissed again and soon they were both just wearing underwear. Malcolm gasped excitedly. His small chest rose and fell quickly as he watched Bon kiss his stomach and grin at him. His brown eyes looked mischievously at him. Malcolm giggled a little and stroked Bon's hair. Bon's thumbs caught in Malcolm's black underpants and pulled the cotton down painfully slowly.

"Do it." Malcolm moaned and moved his hips a little. Bon giggled and pulled the last of the cloth off him. Malcolm's cock popped free. Bon looked at the naked body with a smile and ran his hand through the dark hair that grew on Malcolm's chest.

"You are beautiful, Malcolm Mitchell Young. Do you know that? Has anyone told you that before?"

"Yes." Malcolm grinned. "His name is Ronald Scott and he used to tell me that every night before I went to sleep." Bon started to laugh.

"God. I love you so much, Malcolm."

"I love you too, Bon." They kissed again. Bon's hand slid lower until he caressed Malcolm's entrance with his fingertip. Malcolm squealed in surprise. Bon laughed as they parted the kiss.

"Bon?" Malcolm asked quietly, looking into his boyfriend's eyes.

"Yes, what is it, dear?" Bon asked with a smile and patted Malcolm's stomach.

"I have a question." Malcolm muttered softly.

"What do you want to know, honey? Can it wait until later? I just can't wait to do dirty deeds with my beautiful boyfriend." Malcolm was silent for a moment.

"No, it can't wait. It's important."

"OK. What do you want to know?" Malcolm slowly sat up and leaned against the headboard of the bed.

"Bonny, I ... we've been together for three years now and we have sex quite a lot."

"That's right." Bon grinned. Malcolm giggled tightly.

"And ... well ... you always fuck me and I ..." Bon tilted his head and looked at him questioningly. What is he getting at? Bon wondered. "Well ... God, this is embarrassing." Malcolm muttered.

"Mal, you don't have to be embarrassed." Bon chuckled. "What do you want to ask me?"

"Well ... can I ... can I fuck you today, maybe? I want to be top too." Malcolm asked quietly. Bon looked at him in amazement. "I mean ... only if you want to, of course. I'm not forcing you, I just ... I want to set the pace and decide what we do." Bon was still looking at him.

"Don't you like it when I'm topping?" Bon asked quietly.

"Naturally! Of course, darling! Of course! I love it, but I ... I wanted to try something new and ... oh forget it. Not so important. Just a crazy thought. Nothing else." Malcolm got up and went into the bathroom. Bon looked after him, a little shocked, until he caught himself and followed Malcolm. Malcolm was sitting in an empty bathtub. He had his legs drawn up and his head on his knees. His dark hair shone strongly in the white bathroom.

"Honey?" Bon asked quietly, kneeling next to Malcolm. "Honey, what's wrong? Why did you ask me that?"

"I'm telling you it was just a crazy thought and I shouldn't have asked that and ..." Bon gently put his hand over Malcolm's mouth.

"Darling, I ... I've never been on bottom. I honestly have to admit that. But ... I'd like to try it with you." Malcolm looked up at him. His green eyes looked a little curious.

"Really?"

"Yes darling. Really. Come with me." Bon took Malcolm by the hand and the two of them went back to the bed. Bon lay down on the bed. Malcolm sat between the older man's legs. "It's strange to lie on the bottom." Bon muttered. Malcolm giggled and kissed his boyfriend hard. He ran his hands over Bon's sides.

"You're beautiful, dear." Bon blushed and giggled a little. Malcolm took off his boyfriend's panties and threw them on the floor. Now both men were naked. Malcolm ran his fingertips over the tattoo that was just above Bon's pubic hair. Then he bowed his head and kissed wet little kisses around Bon's pubic hair. Bon trembled with excitement. He slowly wrapped his fingers in Malcolm's hair and looked up at the smaller man. Malcolm smiled and reached for the drawer for lube. He opened the tube and let a little drip on his finger. "Can you spread your legs for me, Bonny?" Malcolm asked, kissing Bon's knee. Bon did it. Malcolm got a clear view of Bon's hole. He rubbed his finger gently against the small entrance. Bon groaned happily. His cock woke up and was getting hard. Malcolm groaned at the sight of Bon. "I don't even have a finger in you baby and you're so excited already." Malcolm grinned.

"Oh, shut up." Bon muttered and was red. Malcolm giggled and pulled Bon's leg so that Bon's foot was on the bed. Malcolm stroked Bon's knee with his free hand.

"It's really important that you relax now, okay?" Bon nodded slowly. Malcolm pressed his fingertip slowly against Bon's entrance. Bon hissed loudly. Malcolm wanted to keep pushing, but there was no progress. He leaned forward and sucked hickeys down Bon's throat. "Open up, darling. Let me in." Malcolm breathed. Bon slowly relaxed and Malcolm's finger slipped inside. Bon groaned loudly and cried a little. "Sh. It's fine, honey. It'll be better soon. I promise." Malcolm comforted him.

"Ow! Ow! Mal! It hurts!" Bon wailed.

"I'm sorry, Bonny. I'll stop." Malcolm tried to pull his hand back, but Bon wouldn't let him.

"No damn it! It feels good! Go on!" The pain was gone.

*

After a while (which wasn't that long since Bon turned out to be a bitch for stuff which was plugged in his ass) Bon nudged Malcolm's finger hard. The younger one already had three fingers in his boyfriend.

"God! That's so good!" Bon yelped. Malcolm chuckled softly and watched Bon move up and down on his fingers. Malcolm kissed him hard.

"Do you want to go further, darling?" Bon nodded quickly. Malcolm tried to pull his fingers out, but for every inch he pulled out, Bon pushed himself back on his fingers. Malcolm looked at him a little angry.

"All right." Bon growled and let Malcolm pull out his fingers. The singer turned to the side in a huff and looked at the wall. He didn't appreciate being treated like that on his anniversary. Malcolm kissed the hollow behind Bon's ear gently.

"I'm sorry, darling. Do you want to stop?" Bon looked up. Malcolm's sad green eyes looked at him and he immediately softened. He shook his head and kissed Malcolm hard.

"Let us continue."

*

"You really need to relax now, okay? Otherwise it will really hurt." Malcolm warned as he applied lube to his cock. Bon nodded, trembling. Malcolm placed a pillow under Bon's lower back and spread his friend's legs as he carefully slid into Bon. Bon buried his fingernails in Malcolm's back and screamed loudly. Malcolm slid lower and lower until he was completely in. He gasped a little. "Oh my God. You're so tight, Bonny. So tight." He stroked Bon's stomach, which showed a small bulge, since Malcolm's cock wasn't exactly small. For a man his height, it was actually impossible to have that large genitals in his pants. Bon groaned loudly. Malcolm had to grin a little. After three years he had finally managed to put Bon on the bottom. "Can I move, darling?"

"Yes." Bon gasped. "Move, Mally. Show me. Give it to me hard." Malcolm groaned at Bon's statement and pulled back. Bon groaned softly. Malcolm pushed back into his friend's warm body and the older one gasped sharply.

"Dirty deeds and they're done dirt cheap." Malcolm sang, panting. Bon giggled a little. Malcolm found his rhythm. In, out, in, out. He regularly pressed into his boyfriend. Bon was a panting, moaning mess under the much shorter man.

"Mal! Deeper! Quicker! Please! I love you so much and I need you damn deeper!" Malcolm took Bon's legs and put them on his shoulders. Both gasped as Malcolm slid lower. Bon gasped loudly and then suddenly screamed with every bump. "There! Yes! Exactly there! There! Oh shit!" Malcolm grinned.

"Did I hit your prostate?" Bon nodded, whimpering. Malcolm pushed steadily, keeping to his pace. Bon made a different sound with each push. A moan, a whine, a wail, a gasp. And Malcolm loved all sounds.

"H ... harder! F... fuck me harder!" Bon yelled over and over as Malcolm's hips bumped into him like a ten ton truck. "F ... fuck me harder! Oh god!" Malcolm grinned, panting. Both were pretty close. Bon's cock twitched between them. Malcolm put his little hand around Bon's length. Bon whined loudly. "I love you, Mal. You are so perfect"

"I love you too, Bonny! You are so tight! So tight!" Malcolm slowly leaned down and took Bon's cock in his mouth, his hips jerking like a pneumatic piston against Bon's ass. Bon saw stars and screamed. That was all too much for him. Malcolm's wide lips on his cock and Malcolm's wonderful thick cock thrusting up his ass.

"God! I will come! Will come!" Bon screamed. Malcolm pulled out of his ass quickly. Bon looked at him in shock. "Malcolm!" He yelled angrily. Malcolm giggled as he slipped between Bon's legs and slowly licked Bon's hole. Bon gasped for air. "Do it again! Please! Please, Mal!" Malcolm grinned at him and slowly stuck his tongue into Bon's hole. The singer gasped sharply as Malcolm sucked and licked him. "Oh my God! It feels so good!"Bon's hands wrapped themselves in Malcolm's hair and tugged. The guitarist grinned at him. Bon felt himself getting closer. His right leg started twitching violently and his toes curled up. "Mal! I love you!" He screeched and came on the spot. His sperm splashed into Malcolm's dark hair and drooped. Malcolm slowly raised his head and smiled at Bon. "Oh my God. Sweetheart. That was so good." The singer was still seeing stars and the world was spinning quickly around him. Malcolm kissed Bon hard. Bon stroked Malcolm's ass and held him close. Then he realized that Malcolm was still hard. He carefully wrapped his hand around Malcolm's cock. Malcolm gasped for air. His hips immediately began to thrust into Bon's hand.

"Bonny!" He screamed. Bon grinned.

"Moan my name, little Malcolm. Come on. Do it. Volume up. I know that you can do it louder."

"Bonnnnnnnnnnnnyyyyyyyyy !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Malcolm screamed so loudly that both ears hurt. "I loooooooooooooove youuuuuuuuu!" With that he came and injected it all over Bon's chest. He fell panting on the taller man. Bon held him to himself. Malcolm gasped heavily. "That was the best bloody anniversary of the century." Malcolm breathed sleepily.

"I know. I love you, Malcolm Mitchell Young." Bon kissed Malcolm gently.

"I love you too, Ronald Belford Scott."

THE END;