AC/DC One Shots

Together (Bon X Mal and Brian X Mal)

This one was already posted, but in German. I translated it for Delilah2347

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"Angus?" Asked Brian. Angus was sitting in front of him, tuning his guitar and holding a coffee mug in one hand.

"Yes?" Angus didn't look up.

"I have to discuss something with you."

"Go ahead." Brian moved restlessly from one leg to the other.

"Well, could we ... maybe do this privately?" Angus looked up.

"Em ... of course." Angus put his guitar in the holder and followed his friend into his room. Brian sat on his bed. Angus planted himself on Brian's desk chair. "So what's going on?" Angus asked, leaning forward to look Brian in the eye.

"I ... I have a crush." ​​Brian muttered to himself.

"Really? In whom?" Angus asked eagerly. "Is it Emma?"

"No."

"Who else?"

"It's not a girl, Ang." Brian whispered.

"Who?"

"Your brother." It came back weak.

"Malcolm?" Asked Angus. Brian nodded and started crying.

"I'm so sorry, Ang. I tried to suppress it, but I can't."

"Hey, stop crying. You can't help falling in love." Angus said and hugged him. Brian clutched at him.

"But he's your brother, Ang."

"And? Bon was in love with him too, and so was Mark. Lots of people are in love with him, Brian. You're not the first." Angus grinned a little.

"Really?" Brian asked with wide eyes.

"Yes, he and Bon were together. But only a few months and then Bon died. Mal loved him from the start, but they didn't get together. Only four months before Bon's death."

"That's why he mourned so much." Brian muttered.

"He really loved him very much ... Brian, I'll give you a good tip, give him time and approach him slowly. He's not really over Bon yet." Brian nodded.

"You're the best friend ever, Ang." They hugged again.

*

When everyone was sitting in the kitchen at dinner that evening, they noticed that Malcolm was missing.

"Where's Mal?" Asked Phil. Cliff and Phil now also knew that Brian was in Malcolm.

"I have no idea." Angus said as he sat down in his chair.

"It's raining heavily outside." Thought Phil. They heard the front door open. There was a loud bang and then:

"Damn it!" They giggled briefly. That was Malcolm. They heard him close the door again and after a few seconds he was standing in the kitchen. He was soaking wet. His long hair was dripping. His arm was bleeding profusely.

"What the hell." Brian muttered. Malcolm went to the sink and put his arm under the running water. The blood flowed from the cut and he hissed briefly.

"What did you do again?" Angus asked as he carefully wrapped a kitchen towel around Malcolm's wrist.

"I slipped and cut myself." Malcolm grumbled.

"What?" Malcolm didn't answer. "What?" Repeated Angus. Malcolm pulled a broken milk bottle out of his jacket pocket. Most of the milk had run out.

"I wanted to surprise you." Malcolm muttered sadly. Angus hugged him.