A/N: This was a kink that I had filled. Hope you gais like it!
Malik looked at him. Really looked at him. He stared into Altair's amber eyes. They both lay naked, sweating in the summer heat and from previous activities. Malik lay under Altair propped up on his on elbow, which made him lean slightly to the side. Altair straddled his hips, looking serious and determined.
"Excuse me? I don't believe I heard right. You want me to do what?" Malik asked incredulously.
Altair narrowed his eyes, his lips thinning in an annoyed line. "You heard what I said. I will not repeat myself."
Malik closed his eyes, shaking his head and chuckling, "Correct me if I am wrong, but did you just asked me to fuck you? Fuck you?" The last you was stretched for emphasis.
Altair stared at him, thighs trembling and cock leaking,"...Yes." He hissed.
Malik's eyes widen slightly, nodding slowly, "Yes, I thought so. So, you want this, almighty assassin?" Malik asked him leeringly, nudging Altair's clenching hole with the tip of his cock. Altair jaw clenched, holding back a moan, "Fuck yes." He hissed.
Malik flopped on the many pillows and blankets, his hand caressing Altair's tan thighs and hips. "Fine then, take it." Altair moaned as he brought his fingers to his entrance, already wet from when Malik sucked them for him. He breached himself with two fingers, impatient to have Malik inside of him. When he was stretched as much as he had patients for, he planted his hands on Malik's chest and lowered himself on Malik's weeping dick. The burn of the stretch causing him to moan.
He gently rocked him onto Malik's cock until he was fully seated. The hand on his waist squeezing him, leaving bruises. Altair let himself adjust, wiggling to get use to the intrusion in his body. He jerked and whimpered when the head of Malik's cock brushed against his prostate. He didn't noticed he was rolling his hips to get more of the feeling until Malik moaned under him. He felt the breath whoosh out of his body as Malik sat up and pushed him onto his back.
Malik set a brutal pace. His hand an iron clamp on Altair's waist. His hips snapped into the Master Assassin. Driving to make him a blathering mess and he believed he was succeeding. Altair moaned like a whore, clenching around his cock. His legs wrapped around his waist.
"You like that whore? My cock in your ass? How many cocks have you had in your body, Altair? Such a fucking harlot." Malik grunted. Altair tossed his head back in forth, clutching Malik's bicep, moaning his name. "Ma-Malik...so close." He was nearing his end. The feeling of Malik's cock stabbing his sweet spot and the dirty things coming from his mouth pulling him closer to the edge. His balls drew up tight and his cock drooled.
Malik was amazed. The sight of the Grandmaster coming undone below him blew his mind. He never would've guessed that Altair loved to be fucked so much. Malik rolled his hips into Altair and brushed his now free hand against Altair's cock. That did him end.
"Malik!" Altair seized up as his come squirting from his body, hitting his and Malik's bellies. His hips began to twitch as Malik continued his assault on his oversensitive body. Malik thrust in once, twice, three times before he spilled inside of the assassin, collapsing on the heaving body beneath him. They slowly regained their breath. Malik began chuckling. "Who would have thought the Grandmaster of Masayf likes to be fucked."
"Shut up Malik." Altair grumbled.