Warning: MATURE SEXUAL CONTENTS!, M/M, (yes, that is male/male), Incest (a kiss between Malik and Kadar but i'd rather be safe than sorry and include that as a warning XD) , Bad language

I hope you'll like it, at least a little. Please let me know if it appeals to you at all. I also love constructive criticism! XD thank you in advance for the read! And if the characters are totally OOC, I do apologize in advance.

Disclaimers: This first chapter was completely inspired by an already existing comic on y!gallery. Therefore, I choose not to take credit for this first ch. idea, but the rest of them are complete derivatives my twisted imagination...XD I wish I knew who the artist is so I could give him the credits, but I couldn't find him/her. (I think it's Saynomore but I can't be certain) However, if anyone wants to see the comic (it's really well drawn and definitely worth a read) you can find it on Aarinfantasy and it's posted by ron. Once more I'm very sorry for the misunderstanding!

Also, i do NOT own Assassin's Creed or any of the characters! (except for the fanatics but they come into play much later)

1

Malik walked briskly as he was looking for his brother, Kadar. He glanced around, roaming the surroundings with his keen gaze. There was a slight urgency to his search. It was training time and all the novice assassins were gathered for their daily practice, yet Kadar hadn't been there. He was sent to look for him and so, there he was searching for his brother.

Malik wondered where his brother would be in the middle of the afternoon. It was strange. Kadar wasn't the sort to skip on his duties. In fact, he was more driven than Malik. Kadar gave his all and desperately desired to get the title of master assassin.

He knew the reason for his younger sibling's wish was Altair. Kadar wanted to be an equal to him. He looked with such admiration towards the superior assassin anyone seeing it would assume Altair was some sort of Messiah. Malik scowled at the concept.

Altair was nothing but a stubborn, hot-headed, frustrating, zealous and arrogant fool. The man pushed Altair out of his mind, having no intention of letting his 'superior' darken his day. Unfortunately once the assassin wormed his way into his thoughts it was almost impossible to get rid of him. Like a virus, or a weed.

Despite his disapproval of Altair's reckless ways, Malik had to admit a part of him admired the golden eyed fool. He was superior in both skill and title to himself and certainly to Kadar, who was the youngest of the three. Malik knew Altair ever since they were both young boys and he saw how fast and grand his rise had been. There was no doubt Altair was a genius assassin. He was a fast learner and there really wasn't much of a surprise when he received the title of master assassin at such a young age earning both respect and admiration even amongst the elders.

And despite all that, Altair was an impossible man to deal with. Malik pondered the multitude of times Altair went out of his way just to make his life miserable. The assassin saw great fun in messing with Malik and as much as he hated it, there was little he could do to oppose Altair. As a novice, he was bound by the code to follow his orders. That didn't mean he had to like it and he made sure to let Altair know just how much he disapproved of his behaviour any chance he got.

Malik stopped and looked around surprised. He almost forgot the reason why he was roaming the dusty streets. Altair had that effect on him. When Malik thought of him he seemed to forget all else. He shook his head violently as if that could physically throw the man out of his thoughts.

The stables loomed in front of him. He could hear the neighing and whining of the bored horses. He couldn't blame them. Standing all day long in a tiny space constantly pastured by flies, was not his idea of a nice time. He resolved to take one of them out for a ride later that day. He could do with some fresh air himself anyway. Beside the stable was a tall stone construction. It was used as storage for horse related necessities. That's where the assassins kept the hay and other foods for the loyal, necessary animals.

He didn't know why, but Malik felt like he should go there. Maybe he would find Kadar. A few seconds to ponder this new thought and Malik realized the possibility was highly likely. The hay was very comfortable and Kadar liked high places. Maybe he went there before training started, fell asleep and didn't realize what time it was.

Malik made his way towards the building. The heavy wooden doors were open. They were only closed at night. In a village full of highly trained assassins, doors were not a problem. They were a slight inconvenience and any assassin worth his salt could easily access the storage through one of the dozen windows up ahead. There wasn't any glass or anything else to cover the openings. To top it all, there were even a few wooden beams one could use as a platform spiralling around the construction.

Malik slit inside the welcoming shade. The day was hot and the Syrian sun shone high and proud, making the assassin garbs seem like a terrible confinement. Malik stood there for a minute, despite his assignment, and let the coolness wash over him. If Kadar fell asleep here, Malik couldn't blame him. He almost wanted to do it himself and had not been on a mission he most likely would have indulged.

'Maybe later…..' He went further, reaching the flight of spiralling stairs leading to the second floor. That's where the hay was. If Kadar was in there that would be the most likely place to find him.

Malik reached the top and he scanned the place. There were three large hay stacks around the room. Other smaller hay clusters covered more of the floor. The place was silent and Kadar wasn't in sight. Malik advanced another few steps, aware that a lot of his view was obstructed by dry straw and he couldn't reach a final conclusion until he mapped the entire premise.

'….ah…..'

The noise caught Malik's attention. It had been very soft, almost like it didn't want to be heard and Malik followed the sound with his eyes, coming to rest on one of the large stacks. Someone was behind it. Considering most of the assassins were accounted for, it could very well be Kadar. Malik walked towards the sound.


Altair heard the door below the floor being pushed open .The creek was almost inaudible but Altair had been expecting it. That's the only reason why he was able to catch the sound so easily. Still, it could have been someone else... There was only one man he wanted to come up the flight of stairs.

Below him, the younger boy hadn't heard anything. Altair bent down and kissed Kadar's mouth again. He pressed the lips together, letting Kadar melt into his embrace and willingly part his lips. He felt the youth's fingers curl around the hay by his side and his body tremble, vibrating with want.

The sound of footsteps could be heard closer and closer. The 'guest' was nearly at the top of the stairs now. When he reached the last step, Kadar finally heard him as well. He broke from Altair's kiss and glanced in the direction of the steps. Both saw Malik looking around, evidently searching for something, or someone.

'Oh no! My brother…..' Kadar's voice was below a whisper. The only reason Altair heard it was because Kadar's lips were nearly pressed to his ear.

The assassin smiled mischievously. Exactly as he had planned. Who else were they going to send in search of Kadar if not his older, responsible brother? It was time for Altair to extract a little more revenge for the constant insubordination he had to put up with from Malik.

Quickly, before Kadar could protest, Altair lowered his body and licked that one spot aching for release. The noise came involuntarily out of Kadar's mouth, attracting the attention of his sibling but Altair continued to concentrate on his task.

In the short time Malik listened for the whereabouts of the sound and made his way towards the hay stack, Altair ran his experienced tongue in taunting long licks around Kadar's shaft and across the throbbing head. Kadar placed his palms tightly against his lips, managing to stop any further noise but it was already too late.

If the silent shaking of Kadar's body was anything to go by, it was clear he ached desperately for Altair to hurry. The assassin complied and took the whole trembling member between his lips, moving his head so he could have the whole thing inside his fleshy cavern. Kadar shuddered and bit his lips to stop the moans from escaping.

Malik was one step away from seeing them. Altair didn't relent his sucking as he heard the foot hit the ground and he saw the widening brown eyes with his peripheral vision.


Malik couldn't believe his eyes. He wondered if he was delusional and for a while he just stared mutely at the scene unfolding before him. The person who he had been searching for, he found. And though Kadar was lying back on top of the comfortable golden straws, he was most certainly not sleeping.

The white uniform top was removed, revealing his tanned chest, glistening with sweat. The white material still covered the boy's arms, but that was all. The red sash at his waist was undone and lay stranded below its trembling owner. The trousers were also pulled back down to the knee, showing a leather band wrapped around his thigh packed with silver throwing knives.

Altair still had his full assassin clothes on. Even his hood was pulled up, covering his eyes. His gloved hands were keeping Kadar in place by pushing against his slightly raised hips. But more importantly was his mouth. Malik's cheeks reddened as he watched Altair move his lips and tongue around the erect cock while Kadar abandoned his struggle to keep the moans inside.

Malik's muscles twitched. He wanted to move, to turn away, to cover his eyes. But he couldn't. Altair didn't seem to be bothered by Malik's presence. He didn't even seem to acknowledge it. He continued to make Kadar feel pleasure until with a shuddering cry, the younger assassin came. The white substance trailed a little down Altair lips, before he licked them, running his tongue over the pink flesh as if he was tasting something delicious.

The youngest man slumped back, his breath coming in ragged succession while Malik struggled to understand the situation. Kadar wouldn't meet his eyes. He opened his mouth to speak, but never had the chance.

He was falling before he realized it. Altair's fingers hooked themselves in his leather waist guard and they pulled the startled man to the ground. Malik was thrown on top of his brother and all he could do was stop his fall slightly by using his arms to suspend his body above Kadar's.

Altair's hand pushed his head low and Malik's lips locked with Kadar's. The younger brother was still dazed by the orgasm and he opened his lips instantly relishing the touch of the other pair of warm, soft lips. Malik was taken aback by the unexpected situation and he didn't struggle. The hand on top of his head pushed him lower, forcing the pair of lips to crush tightly against each other.

Just as suddenly he felt his head being pulled back. Altair's fingers flexed and pulled Malik's hair so his head snapped upwards. The two assassins locked eyes. Altair's golden ones shone with lust and a smirk adorned his lips in direct contrast with Malik's features contracted in a deep furrow while his checks flushed a dark shade of red.

'Liked that?' Altair's teasing tone made Malik's skin bristle. He was still holding his head up by painfully pulling on his hair. Malik's blush deepened and he ground his teeth in annoyance. This was not the behaviour an assassin should have!

'Let me go. Al Mualim sent me.' He kept his voice as steady as he could. The last thing he was going to do was let Altair have his 'fun'.

'Oh? I didn't realize what time it was. We were rather…occupied.' He grinned wider as Malik's blush returned.

'Let me go!' He couldn't help raise his voice a little.

'Are you sure you want that? You seemed to enjoy yourself. Kadar is good at what he does….' Altair's wish to see Malik lose his cool worked to perfection. At the mention of his little brother's name, he slapped Altair's hand away forcefully and faster than one could blink he was on his feet and delivering a well-aimed punch at Altair's face.

With exaggerated ease the more experienced assassin swatted the blow away and easily got around Malik's back, grasping his wrist and twisting it painfully around. Malik gave a yelp of pain and fell to his knees, completely incapacitated. Kadar watched with fearful eyes unsure of what to do. Should he stand up to Altair or trust his superior judgement. Surely, while the two nursed this rivalry of theirs, they wouldn't actually hurt each other. He knew that for a fact...

'You know you can't fight me Malik. For all your barking you have no bite. Now stop getting in my way and let me finish. If you don't want to join, keep an eye out. That's an order.'

Altair let go of the wrist and Malik stumbled in front of him. He glared at his superior, hating him more than he ever did before. He hated the way he said 'that's an order'. Once that was said, he had no choice but comply according to the assassin's code. The only time it was allowed to break an order was when the assassin in question was a betrayer or had some sort of evil agenda towards the creed and the innocents. As much as Malik wanted to say this was the case he knew it wasn't.

He didn't say anything, though his eyes screamed all the insanities and profanities he could call to mind. He got to his feet, while massaging his pained hand, and made to leave down the stairs.

'Where do you think you're going?' Altair's question stopped Malik and he threw an uncertain, but still smouldering, look his way.

'To keep an eye out...'

'You can do that from here. Stand over there.' Malik didn't move. His jaw clenched as did his fists. Altair just had to have the last laugh. 'Do I have to say it again Malik? That's an order.'

Malik stomped over to the pointed place. Right in front of the two assassins, where he had a perfect unobstructed view of what was happening. More than anything Malik wanted to tell Altair where he could shove his order and he struggled inwardly to stop himself from doing exactly so.

Behind the two was one of the gaping windows. Malik could see through, and that's how he was supposed to keep an eye out. Unfortunately no matter how he looked at the window he couldn't not see the two as well, while standing on that exact spot.

'Good.'

'Get it over with! Al Mualim is still waiting!' Exasperation washed over him mixing with his anger in a bitter combination. Usually he was a relatively calm, even-minded person but when it came to Altair…..his nerves always got the better of him.

Altair didn't seem bothered by his outburst. In fact he seemed happy. Happy to see Malik on edge. The assassin lowered himself on top of Kadar again. The man hadn't moved since Malik's arrival. His body was still mostly naked and waiting expectantly for Altair's touch.

He melted at the feel of the calloused hand moving across his exposed skin. He shuddered when his nipples were touched and when his mouth was taken over by Altair's he moaned. There was no doubt Altair was good at what he did. He knew how to touch all the right places.

While they were kissing, Altair removed the pants completely, also getting rid of the leather boots in the process. Kadar lifted his liberated feet up and Altair easily hoisted them over his shoulder. The younger man was already properly prepared. Altair was free to thrust in without having to worry about Kadar being in pain.

He still didn't throw any of his clothes off. He didn't have the patience to do it. Instead he lowered his trousers just enough for his member to slip out. Besides, he didn't want Malik to have a sneak peak. He'd have his chance later…

Once the last barrier was discarded, Altair pushed in, groaning as the tight muscles closed around him. Kadar matched the noises of pleasure with lust filled gasps of his own, making Altair thrust in deeper and harder. The two bodies rocked in union. Altair's hood fell back as his movements became more demanding.

Kadar wrapped his arms tightly around his lover's back pulling him deeper into himself. The tempo was once more increased until Altair was pushed over the edge. He quickly pulled back and stroked himself until he came on Kadar's stomach. Altair's lips pursed and his muscles were tense as he arched his back, relishing the amazing sensation of release.

Once his needs were satisfied he took care of Kadar's. He kissed the boy passionately while his hand closed around the hard cock. He expertly moved the fist across the member, squeezing just hard enough so it was pleasant without being painful. Kadar was already at the edge and it didn't take long before he was pushed down into the sea of pleasure.

When he came his back arched and his lips let loose a noise only associated with pleasure, before he fell back into the welcoming bed of straw. He lay there panting hard, his nerves still vibrating with the electricity of sex.

Altair took the time to look at Malik, while his brother was recovering his breath. He studied his frozen subordinate. What he saw pleased him greatly. Malik's punishment was complete for the day. Altair's golden eyes twinkled with triumph.

Malik found that his mouth was unnaturally dry. He couldn't swallow anything more than air. His body was the exact opposite. He was drenched. Sweat trickled down his back, neck, chest and face. He would blame it on the heat of the sun but the heat he was feeling had nothing to do with the celestial globe of fire.

Through the whole thing he tried fixing his eyes on the window. He didn't want to see, but his eyes fell down like they had a mind of their own. His gaze was glued to Altair's body the whole time. He felt a strange sensation stir inside him and he couldn't believe it. He was excited seeing the man he so disapproved off fucking his brother.

Malik felt horrible. Ashamed of his feelings. He wanted to run towards that open window and throw himself out of it. He knew he wouldn't die from such a small height but maybe he would break a leg or arm. He figured the pain was better than what he was thinking of...

When Altair's hood fell back and Malik saw his face, he nearly stepped forwards and kissed him. He had an urge, a thirst, a need to feel the assassin's touch. He wanted to taste his lips and run his fingers through the short trimmed auburn hair. It took a superhuman will to stop himself, but he couldn't peel his eyes away.

And Altair's face when he came…Malik reached new heights of heat. He wasn't burning anymore, he was melting. Altair was a handsome man, but at that moment, with his eyes closed and his lips pursed, his skin flushed and his eyebrows furrowed, he was more than handsome.

'Like what you saw?' Altair's taunting voice broke the silence. Malik snapped his eyes back looking at the golden ones. He couldn't speak. He knew his voice will be shaking. Deep inside his whole body was shaking. He retreated down and let the hatred for Altair wash over him. He would use that as his shield against those new strange feelings twisting in his stomach.

Malik didn't wait for Altair to say anymore. He turned on his heels and left as quickly as his feet would carry him, without running. He remembered his plan to take one of the horses for a ride. He needed some fresh air. Now.


Thank you very much for the read and I hope I captured your interest, at least a little. XD please let me know what you think and I will continue! I really appreciate any comment.