"Master Altair?" Kahleem's voice reached the assassin's ears. He'd been laying quietly in the sun, half asleep. The man simply did not want to train him when he didn't need it, he deserved a vacation, of sorts. He sat up on his elbows, looking over at the dripping wet boy.
"What."
"Will you play in the w-"
"No." Altair cut him off. He'd had to slip into his cold exterior to hide their relationship and was having a hard time slipping out again.
Kahleem's face twisted into a pout, crossing his arms and limping over to his teacher.
"Why?"
"I have no desire to strip down to my underthings and romp around in that filthy river." Altair replied, scowling as the boy stood over him, water dripping off him as his skin started to dry in the Arabian sun.
"You are just scared." Kahleem taunted, fixing those murky green eyes on his mentor. "You have never gone swimming. Malik told me so."
"Malik does not know everything, boy." Altair said sharply, warningly.
"Well, until I see that you have swum, I will just assume you are petrifyed of water." The boy could push his buttons already. They'd been together now for five months in secrecy and Kahleem was slowly becoming more human.
"I am not afraid."
"Is that so?" The teen smirked, wringing out the cloth he had tied around his leg to help smooth out movements over his partner. Altair jerked away with a gasp, then scowled deeply at the boy.
"I...do not like water."
"It is nessecary, Master Altair!" Kahleem quickly grabbed his hand, using his one-hundred-nine pound frame to yank the one-hundred-thirty-seven pound man off the ground. "Please, come swim with me!"
Altair scowled darkly at him, but began to remove his pants anyway. He remained in his underwraps, following the limping male to the gently flowing river. He stared at it unhappily.
Altair had to keep this facade of indifference while he was around the creed. It was bleeding into him still. He shook his head.
Kahleem pushed at him lightly, smiling a bit. Altair responded by shoving him in with a smirk. The boy resurfaced after a bit, gasping and quickly pulled himself up onto the bank nearby.
"Fuck!"
"Kahleem," Altair reprimanded, "why on earth.."
"My leg," Kahleem snapped, "my Goddamned leg! You pulled it out of it's socket!"
"Watch your mouth, boy!" He shot back, leaning over to inspect the boy's knee before he was tackled back into the water.
This brought on a wrestling match, Kahleem won and they rolled onto the bank.
"Oh, Altair," The teen's long hair dripped into his face as he said with his low voice, "you are acting like my superior."
"I am supposed to be training you," he replied with a smirk, "but instead, I take you out of the city to swim." Altair rolled the boy under him. "I should be making you run laps, but instead, I will have you on your back."
"I had other plans," Kahleem grumbled, wrapping his legs around his lover's waist, "but, I suppose we could do it your way."
"I am your superior," he reminded him, "and I do believe I should punish you for your language."
"And...just how will you do that?"
"I have my ways."
The pair then had their own romp in the filthy river water.
