"There's only two types of guys out there
Ones that can hang with me and ones that are scared
So baby, I hope that you came prepared
I run a tight ship so beware"

There are some things in life you just do not expect from people. Then there are some things that are just so typical of someone you roll your eyes in exasperation as that very person does something utterly appalling if it was anyone else but them. Then, there is Altaïr Ibn La-Ahad. The arrogant, pompous, idiotic, grey-eyed dazzling six foot man, drop dead gorgeous. But that is if you ask Malik Al-Sayr when he is oogling said assassin, his mind sometimes lets the words dribble out without censoring a single one. Let's say blackmail is not always used on informants and interrogation victims.

Then there is Altaïr Ibn La-Ahad straddling Malik's lap, with a whip wrapped around his neck seductively as the younger man stares up in disbelief.

"Altaïr! W-What in A-Allah's name are you----??"

The taller assassin just smirked tantalizingly, moving to brush his lips along Malik's ear, nipping at it playfully with his teeth. "Mm…Al-Sayr, I want your eyes on only me…"

A shudder sped through Malik's body, but he managed to reply in a sputter, "I-Its kind of hard NOT to when you're d-dressed like that!"

Altaïr just let his grey eyes glint in small triumph. His outfit was a sight to behold. He wore black balloon pants that fit him quite snuggly in key places, high boots to his knees, his red jacket cut off at mid chest, but the jacket was made for a lither man. The older assassin's well sculpted chest was not hidden at all, the coattails barely reached the back of his legs . The outfit was completely with a white scarf and slithering whip that was currently wrapped around Malik's neck. The man was bound by his arms behind his seat in order to keep his audience in place.

The older assassin sucked on the younger male's sensitive ear lobe, he huskily whispers into Al-Sayr's ear. "I always see you watching me…I thought I should give you a performance worth seeing…Malik-nazirrr". He finished his statement with a purr and a subtle rock of his hips into Malik's.

The immediate response was a soft moan and a deep blush. The younger man would have grabbed the 'ringmaster's' waist to get the friction going, but his tied hands had other plans.

The older assassin smirked, cut Malik loose and pulled away completely edging towards the door of his room. He beckoned the man forward with his index finger enticingly and opens the door.

With a blush of scarlet, Malik rose quickly to his feet, making quick deliberate steps after Altaïr.

And a whip cracked.

"All eyes on me in the center of the ring just like a circus
When I crack that whip, everybody gon' trip just like a circus
Don't stand there watching me, follow me, show me what you can do
Everybody let go, we can make a dancefloor just like a circus"