Well hello people of Assassin Creed! Pure here with a story for you! So I created this for a few dear friends who love this pairing and even came up with this idea! I just turned it into a story, sorry for OOC but hey! This was for them anyway! Hope you like it too then!
I don't own AC!
"Wah! Sorry!"
The door closed with a loud slam soft panting coming from the one that came in. A man around the age of 26 stood at the door a large grin on his lips. He wore a white coat with a hood covering their whole face save their mouth. Walking in after locking the door, the man was met with a not too pleasant sight.
"You idiot!"
"Ah!" The man jumped back almost running into the other.
Standing in front of him a slightly shorter man glared with his coal black eyes a hand on his hip. His short black hair held some of its bed head making it stand up in a cute fashion. An overly large shirt covered the quite large bulge of his stomach along with some sweats.
"What did I do this time wifey?" Pulling down his hood revealed messy short brown hair. Hazel eyes stared back down at him head tilted to the side.
"That's Malik Al-Sayf to you!" Malik huffed before turning from him walking back into the kitchen.
"Awww Mal-Mal don't be so mean!" The brunet grinned taking his coat off before following the other man.
A scowl came on the ravenet's lips as he moved to make lunch. "Oh? And what exactly have you been doing Ibn-La'Ahad?"
The man pouted coming up helping taking down a pan for the 29 year old. "What happened to Altair or even Alty?"
"Pardon me! I was so sure it was Jackass Ibn-La'Ahad." He took the pan putting it on the stove as he got some fish from the fridge.
Crossing his arms, Altair leaned against the kitchen island. "Careful now that you don't drop it."
"Go die Novice." Malik slowly carried the ingredients to the counter.
Altair sighed running a hand through his hair. "Why don't you let me help you? It must be hard with one-" His mouth instantly shut when something flew past his head.
Malik turned a knife in his hand with a glint in his eyes. "What was that Novice? How do you think I lost my damn arm huh?"
The brunet scrambled around hiding behind the island. "Whoa whoa! Hold on there! Just put the knife down Mal-Mal...let's talk about this..."
"Talk? You want to talk shit? Okay let's talk shit!"
"Wait wait wait wait!" Altair backed up his hand held in front of him.
Stopping, the ravenet still held the knife. "What?!"
"I think I hear the doorbell ringing I'll get that! Gah!" Another knife was thrown a few inches in front of his face.
As Malik reached for another one, the other had already sprinted out. "Novice!"
"Wah Malik is in another of his mood swings..." Altair walked down the street, knowing that he had to wait out a couple hours before returning back home.
I have to remember how to not bring up the arm...I keep forgetting that... A sigh came from the brunet's lips as he slipped his hands in his pockets.
"I even forgot my coat...he's too scary for his own good...How can I make it up to him?" Thinking to himself he kept walking not seeing the group of girls walking the way he was coming from.
"Ah I'm sorry!" One of the girls said holding onto his arm for balance.
Looking back down, Altair stared at her before pulling back his arm. "It's fine." He moved around her to keep walking but was once more stop.
"Wait! Let me make it up to you!" She asked as the rest of her friends giggled off to the side.
He turned a bit to look back at her, turning fully he put a finger to her forehead pushing her head back. "I'm married slut. So back off." Taking his arm back he stared at her dumbfounded expression. Altair titled his head before snapping his fingers. "That's it!"
The girls jumped back from the sudden change of mood.
"It's perfect! See ya bitches." Using two fingers he saluted them before running off.
This will definitely work! He will totally love me for it and everything will get better! Altair grinned punching the air.
The brunet opened the door closing it behind him smiling brightly. There is no way that won't work, now just have to buy my time.
"You idiot!"
Altair jumped throwing his arms up around his face preparing to get hit, when nothing came he lowered one arm enough for him to see.
Malik stood there pouting greatly tears falling down his cheeks.
Dropping his arms, the brunet stared back at him. "M-Malik?"
He came up as he pounded his fist on the younger's chest tears still streaming down. "How dare you leave! Leaving me all by myself! You asshole!"
More of his mood swings... Altair carefully wrapped his arms around him gently rubbing his back feeling Malik clench his shirt.
"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to..." He whispered gently stroking his hair.
Malik's mouth twitched as he gripped at his shirt before letting it go and grabbing the knife from behind him. "Ibn-La'A-ha-d~"
Altair's eyes widened. "Oh shit!" He ducked as the knife swung at where his head once was. Falling to the ground, he backed away holding up his hands again. "Wait wait wait! What did I do this time?!"
"You ran out on me before I was done with lunch, husband. Now it's dinner time, lunch was wasted and I'm not happy at all."
Gulping the brunet tried to think of what to do now. "W-Wait! How about I make it up to you?"
Malik tapped the knife against his shoulder glaring down at him. "And what could you do?"
"U-Um...w-whatever you want Mal-Mal, I'll do anything!"
The ravenet seemed to think about it before going over to a single seated chair in their living room. He sat down crossing one leg over the other, he propped his elbow up on the arm of the chair letting his closed fist keep his head up. The knife pointed outward so it wouldn't hit him. "Massage my feet Novice."
You have to look like a fucking king while doing so? Altair sighed as he went over getting on his knees. Grabbing some lotion he lathered up his hands before massaging the foot on the crossed over leg first.
Watching closely, Malik's eyes trailed over Altair's form, watching how his hands moved with skill over his feet. How long his eyelashes were making his already irresistible hazel eyes stand out more. That messy brown hair of his always cute no matter how it was. The older man hadn't realized that the younger was already massaging his other foot, having moved his legs around to do so.
"Kiss my feet."
"Whaaaat?" Altair looked up after he had finished the second foot.
Malik's stare hardened and that was more than enough to make the other comply.
Leaning down the brunet was inches away from the foot when an idea struck him. Smirking he closed his eyes, instead of kissing he licked along the foot coming around to the underside making it painfully slow.
Eyes widened, the ravenet kicked the other's face before standing up. "I said kiss not lick!" Though his cheeks were a deep red Malik stormed off back to the kitchen.
Altair held his face but was grinning madly when he saw the blush on the older's face. That's a win for me. Chuckling the younger man got up following after his love.
Grumbling to himself, Malik began to make dinner the blush still profoundly on his face.
"Mal-Mal don't be so sad! I did what you wanted me to do!"
"I didn't tell you to lick my foot!" He turned facing him, glaring with his black eyes contrast with the blush on his cheeks making him look less intimidating.
"But you liked it~ I could do more if you want~" Altair grinned coming closer to him.
Malik backed away hitting the counter. "I don't want you to-"
"Aw come on! I rocked your world before!"
"Ibn-La'Ahad."
"I'll be careful with the baby! You won't feel a thing!"
"Altair..."
"Let me pleasure you until you can't even-!"
"Novice!"
"What?!" Altair looked back at him seeing Malik have a hand on his stomach. "Why are you holding your stomach? Contractions?! Are you going into labor?!"
"Oh yes I'm going into fucking labor you can just see the water all over the ground." Malik rolled his eyes taking hold of his hand making him touch where he was just touching. "Feel that."
The brunet kept his hand there, then he felt it. "A kick!" He gasped looking down at the stomach. "They just kicked!"
Malik nodded placing his hand over his. "One of their first..." He softly smiled looking down.
Altair looked back at the older man seeing a real smile on his lips, he came closer gently bringing him into a hug. "A strong one there."
"More hard headed if anything."
Laughter filled the quiet kitchen a large smile on the younger's lips. "Yeah, probably got that from me."
"Definitely not from me that's for sure." Malik huffed before leaning his head on his shoulder.
Altair smiled more as he held him closer. "I love you Malik."
"...I love you too..." The ravenet mumbled bringing his arm around him no knife in it this time.
The brunet lifted up his chin staring back down at him, slowly he leaned down placing his lips on his.
It was slow, sweet kiss, both moving their lips with one another.
Altair stroke his hair bringing the back of his neck closer to deepen the kiss. Glad that the other wasn't trying to kill him yet. Wow we're okay now...maybe I should call him to tell him to call everything off...Like I doubt he was able to get anything.
Malik blushed a bit more a soft moan coming from his lips as he clung to the back of the younger man's shirt. He felt a tongue slip into his mouth causing him to moan again his face a deeper shade of red.
The mood had lighten up greatly between the two, the killing intent gone, though it would never last long.
"Altair! Everything is prepared!" A man walked into the house then the kitchen, the man looked near identical to Malik save the blue eyes.
Turning his head Altair saw him eyes widened for he covered Malik from him. "W-Wait Kadar!"
"You cannot believe it! Okay I got the (beep), then the (beep), and do you know how long it took me to find the (beeeeeep)?! I mean come on! Then booking the (beeeep) at the last minute! Just an hour ahead of notice! I mean who does that?!"
"Kadar!"
"But I managed to get the impossible item (beeeeeeeeeep)! Praise me! Hell ya!"
"Kadar!"
"My brother better appreciate all that I've done for him! I went to such length to set all this up for you both! I deserve at least some-!"
Altair quickly took his shoe off throwing it at the younger's head. "Damn it Kadar why can't you shut up?!" The brunet tensed up when a cold shiver went down his spine. He slowly turned around.
A dark aura surrounded the shorter man his hand once more gripping the knife; an evil, creepy smile came on his lips. "Ibn-La'A-ha-d~" A small giggle came from his mouth as he moved toward him.
Face instantly draining of all color, Altair backed away from the man before turning, bursting into a sprint his face inches away from the knife that was thrown. "I'm sooooooorry!"
"You're dead!" Malik ran after him being careful with his stomach.
"Don't kill meeeee!"
"Stupid Novice!"
Hehe I'll let your mind run wild on what he got for him~ Review and tell me what you thought!