Alrighty, before you read this fanfiction, please, PLEASE heed my warning that it contains rape/pedophilia.

I wrote this fanfiction when I was 13 years old, not to put you off or anything, but to be honest, it is pretty terrible because of my age. I haven't touched this fanfiction since I was about 14 years old so do not hate me if some of the authors notes in later chapters are silly and ridiculous. Do not hate on 13 year old me because 13 year old me has disappeared completely and I am glad. My views on rape have changed since I was that age and I now know that it is a sensitive subject for some and thankfully another user, Malashar, brought it to my attention that this didn't have a rape warning on it, so I've only just put one on here. Understand that I haven't paid attention to this fanfiction for ages and it never even crossed my mind!

Before anybody asks, I am keeping this fanfiction up because of sentimental reasons (I like to show people how much I've improved over the years with my writing) and because people actually favourited this.

If you read all of that and still want to read this, thank you and I hope you enjoy my terrible writing! And if you went along and read the fanfiction without the warning and complain, that's your own problem c:

Al Mualim sat at his desk, thinking of the times when he was young. How many women he had, he had all the women. But none of them seemed to satisfy him, he didn't want women; he wanted boys. Yes! Boys! Not men, boys. He never spoke to anyone about this, these were his thoughts and his thoughts only. If anyone knew, his reputation would be destroyed and he possibly could be hanged. His erotic thoughts were interupted by a voice, he turned towards the source in sudden reaction, it was Altair.

"Master, Adbu'l Addin is dead." He announced, Al Mualim rose from his chair, a small smile edging on his face, thoughts of the youngest assassin making him quite happy.

"Well done, Altair, you've amazed me once again." He praised, a sudden thought appearing in his head, soon feeling something move in his robes. The boy, Altair, aged 17 now, was very vunerable. He was also naive to the ones who he looked up to. Maybe Al Mualim could use this as an advantage, 'NO! How could I think that? Yes, thinking about a young boy pleasuring me, but actually doing it would be very serious.' He thought deeply, noticing Altair still there, 'If I were to do it...I'd need to be aware that there were no guards around...'

"Altair...I have a request for you." Al Mualim began, soon pausing for a moment to think, "Meet me in the tower at dusk." Altair nodded, then disappearing down the steps out of the library. Al Mualim hopped into action, awaring all the guards that today was a day off. A 'Special' day for Al Mualim, so he would like to be left alone to his thoughts, all guards must return to their homes and no one must disturb the master tonight. No one except Altair, of course.

It was dusk and Al Mualim was waiting in the tower. He sat in a chair opposite the window, looking out upon the ocean which mixed beautifully with the sky and moon. He heard footsteps leading to a door being opened and then shut. He stood and turned to see Altair, he bowed to Al Mualim, "Master, you requested me here. What is it that needs to be done?"

"I know how you can higher your rank and skill as an assassin, Altair." Al Mualim stated, Altair didn't respond, letting Al Mualim continue; "Have you ever heard of giving 'head'?" He asked, Altair shook his head clueless of what he meant, "There will be times when you're an assassin where this little trick will come in handy." Al Mualim made a gesture with his hand for Altair to approach him, "Come foward." As did Altair do what he was told. Al Mualim pulled Altair foward by his arm until he was close enough to see his face under the hood, "Now listen to my instructions very closely, Altair." He said strictly, "I want you to-" there was knock at the door, Al Mualim raged with anger, "Enter!" He shouted, Malik stepped in, "Al Mualim, I'm sorry to interupt, but this is ergant."

"Out with it!" Al Mualim ordered, making Malik jump with fear,

"M-Majd Addin has come here with his army, he wants to speak with you about his brother's assassination." Malik blurted, Al Mualim held in a sigh of annoyance.

"Very well. I'll be at the front of the castle at once." He said, then turned to Altair, "This will have to wait. Follow me." and left with Altair behind him.