« Good return to Masyaf, Grand Master ! How was the mission ? »
« Over and it's for the better. »
Altair just arrived and all he noticed was the missing Dai. Somehow, he felt disappointed, it has been a few days since the last time he saw his mate.
« … I need to talk to Malik. Where is he ? The library ? »
« Hum, we haven't seen him today. He's in his room, Grand Master. »
A pang of worry fell on him, even if he knew that Malik could take care of himself. He is still an assassin. And he will call you a novice for worrying without reason.
He sighed and made his way to his room, still wearing his full armour and weapons. Once in front of the door, Altair didn't hesitate and rushed in.
Once the door closed, he thought he was suffocating, air stifling. And a knife hit the door, next to him, thrown by the other person in the room.
« I THOUGHT IT WAS CLEAR, I DON'T WANT TO BE BOTHERED- oh it's you » voice still furious but hinted with relief. « I'm not in the mood for your mission report, go away »
His usual grumpy self. No reason to worry at all.
Something was off, he could feel it. The scent... Not caring about the order to leave, the Eagle of Masyaf reached for his mate, gaze looking for the other's in the dim light.
Malik was lying on his bed, only covered by a blanket and stared at him like an angry cat. Still, he allowed the other man to embrace him, relishing in the closeness. Altair nuzzled his neck, inhaling the scent to confirm his thought. He noticed also the dark flush on his shoulders and face, gaze already exhausted , feverish.
« You're in heat »
« No, really ? How could I miss something as annoying as a damned heat ? » He rolled his eyes.
There was no use to argue so instead the Grand Master took the matter in hand, stroking his lover's cock. The latter moaned loudly, touch-starved and let his head fall back on the pillows, spreading his legs to give more space to work.
« Altair... if you don't hurry, I swear I'll pin you down and fuck myself on your dick. Move ! »
« Don't try me » he smirked, the idea was indeed appealing but he prefered to do it his way, shoving two fingers roughly in the wet entrance.
The gasp that resonated was music to his ears so he fingered him at his own pace, slow, just enough to tease. After all, he didn't really need to be prepared, his pliant body was ready.
« Now ! » it sounded more desperate than what the darker man intended, now shaking from the waiting, it was like a torture.
His mate licked his lips, in earnest and complied, pushing in one smooth motion then bottomed out and slammed back home. It would be so easy to let go and fuck merciless in that sweet warmth. Altair leaned and kissed him with passion, devouring the profanities he let out.
« You're so needy » each powerful thrust aiming for his prostate, relentless.
« What took you so long ? » The Dai was now clutching at him, his only arm gripping his back, certainly leaving bruises.
« The target would not go outside without guards. Hard to have a secret kill » He would keep the detail for later.
« Tsk, novice- » Malik replied, breathless then choked on a groan, surprised when the pace increased.
The alpha was litteraly rutting into him, grasp on sanity faltering with each new noise made by the man beneath him. The heat was running through his veins, a poisonous aphrodisiac, heart beating at the rhythm of their bond.
« Altair... I'm near... » It wasn't often that his voice broke in such a helpless way and it caught the attention of the golden-eyed man. Himself could feel the telltale of a forming knot so he fisted his partner's cock, bringing him to completion after a few jerks.
He couldn't tell what got him off, the tight warmth clenching around him or the shattered keen that followed, maybe both. The omega spilled between their bodies, going limp in the afterglow. He whimpered at the familiar sensation of a knot and cum deep inside of him.
Altair relaxed a bit and rolled them both on their side, comfortable while joined. An instinct made him nip at the mark on Malik's neck, normally hidden by his assassin's clothes. The latter felt the same urge and burried his nose in the crook of the other's neck. Sand and steel, mixed together. Strange scent.
« Was it good ? »
« Don't flatter yourself, you know it was. »
The Dai held the other close with his arm, cluddling him.
« I love you, habibi » a rare grin
« Don't give me your sentimental side, that doesn't excuse you for being late »
« Sorry »
« Shut up and sleep » an even more rare smile, only reserved to their intimate moments.
They took a well deserved nap, tangled together on the bed.