Now Malik had never been the one to doubt himself, but this time he did. He doubted himself more than ever at this moment, after Majd Addin's army had been terminated by the assassins and he had retreated back to Jerusalem in fear, his thoughts traced back to what he walked in on a couple of moments ago; Al Mualim and Altair. Al Mualim seemed a bit close to Altair...a bit too close for Malik's view. He was begginning to think something strange was going on between them. The Master had ordered no one to disturb him that night...Saying it was a 'special' day for him, yet Altair had been asked to meet him at the tower. 'No, Al Mualim would never do something weird to Altair...Would he?' it was a stupid and false thought, he needed to rest, being deprived of sleep never helps anyone. Then he saw Al Mualim walking away with Altair to the empty tower, he didn't like the thoughts popping up in his head so he decided to save Altair from whatever Al Mualim had planned, and hoped to find out what had been going on.
"Al Mualim, I need to speak with Altair, it's urgent." Malik bowed to Al Mualim quickly,
"Can it not wait?" Al Mualim replied rather impatiently,
"No." was the simple answer, and with that Al Mualim dismissed Altair into Malik's presence, soon walking to the empty tower to pleasure himself, considering Altair wasn't going to be doing it any time soon.
"Malik, what-" Altair faced Malik, only to be pulled along by his arm into a secluded alley. After Malik had made sure there was no one listening to watching, he faced Altair, who was now utterly confused at Malik's sudden action,
"No lies, brother." Malik placed his hands on Altair's shoulders, "Has Al Mualim done anything...Weird to you?" He struggled to say, it was difficult to put into words. Altair had never been the smartest person alive when it came to sex. Malik didn't even think he knew what it was, just a meaningless word. Also that and the fact that he was extremely vunrable and would believe anything the master would say, although if it were someone else, he wouldn't believe them without proof. There was silence drifting between the two, Altair replied, "What do you mean?"
Malik thought for a moment, cursing the guy for asking that, "Well...Altair...Has he...Touched you?" he felt like he was talking to a little kid about a peadophile.
Altair shook his head slowly, looking Malik in the eye with more confusion, that awkward silence was back. Malik sighed, "Just don't get too close to him, don't believe everything he says and don't, I mean don't, let him touch you." Malik warned thoroughly pointing his finger at Altair. He nodded in conformaton that he understood Malik, even though he was completely clueless as to what Malik was talking about.
"Also, you have a mission to attend." Malik continued, "One of our brothers has been caught by Sibrand, save him before he is forced into slavery."
Altair nodded again, he went to walk on but Malik took his arm, "Be careful, brother...Safety and peace." A smile appeared on Altair's face, "On you aswell."
Altair had never liked travelling to Acre, it always took long to get there, worst part of it is is that he wasn't able to move quickly or else he'd attract unwanted attention from guards, and the fact that he needed to get to Acre as soon as possible. On his way to Acre, he was thinking of what Malik had said last night, warning him of Al Mualim. Altair's innocent mind was sure to get him in trouble sooner or later, his thought were corrupted when he heard a guard shout at him to watch where he was going, turns out he'd walked straight through an army of soldiers, knocking them all down. It didn't take them long to discover he was an assassin and ended up chasing him 7 miles on foot. At this rate, Altair would make it to Acre before sundown. (It's obviously the day after the events with Al Mualim) Once he figured the guards weren't chasing him anymore, he slowed down trying not to attract anymore attention to himself. He was happy when he saw the kingdom of Acre, discovering that it was way before sundown was greater news.
Plans; get in, kill, get out. Only one thing to remember, don't die. That's all that was going through the assassin's head as he blended with the scholars deep within the depts of Acre, then his thoughts were disturbed when seeing the main man himself, Sibrand, along with three slaves chained up. It wasn't difficult to find the assassin, his was white, now greyish with a mixture of crimson red, robes stood out to Altair.
"Assassin!"
Khara!
He was too lost in thought to realise a diseased and mentally ill man to his left who had pushed him into an army of guards.
He needed to run, more and more guards were approaching him, then he looked up to see his brother get sliced neck down by Sibrand, Yebnen kelp! Now he needed to run.
Sprinting through Acre, Altair was running out of energy, he needed to catch his breath, even for a few seconds, it would help him run a lot faster. A few seconds later, he discovered that the gates to Acre weren't that far, praise Allah.
Running literally for his life, Altair pushed through the guards at the entrance leaving Acre and jumped on his horse, fleeing away into a gallop. Looking behind him, he realized that the guards had given up then SMACK. He hit the ground, his horse falling with him, but fortunately not on him. There stood about 16 guards with their swords unseathed, starring down at Altair. Quickly he got back up, unseathing his own sword as they ran at him. Fighting them wasn't so easy, he managed to get out of the fight, back onto his injured horse with only a couple of bruises and cuts. Only after a while of riding did he feel a stinging and aching pain gape at his hip, looking down he saw a gaint patch of blood, along with a slice, not very big, but quite deep in need of stitching.
How could I have not noticed that? Probably because he was tired and the blood loss didn't make anything else easier. Keeping away from attention also disracted him from giving himself a quick check encase he was badly injured. After an hour of riding, his horse seemed to slow down, who could blame her? She had a gaping cut across her left set of legs, she was going to die soon, and that made Altair feel a lot worse. He'd failed his mission, he'd lost a brother, now he'd lose his horse. He just wanted to get to Masyaf, and fast.
Another 2 hours added on and Akriyas wasn't looking too good, her legs were buckling as she walked, and she was beginning to shiver. It was also getting dark, also Altair's condition ceased to better. Tired and frustrated, he decided to use up the rest of the energy Akriyas had left and pushed her into a full gallop, hearing her whinney made his guilt increase.
He's not sure how long he'd been walking, 3 hours, 4? It was dark, that's all he knew. His horse had failed shortly after the gallop, falling over and not being able to get back up. Luckily there was a hale barriel close just a few inches from where she'd fallen. Altair pushed the barriel closer to her so she could eat at least. Giving her a stroke and a kiss on the head, Altair got up with such pain and walked away. His side was bleeding still, but he was determined to live. He heard voices in the distance, probably villagers seeing blood droplets on the dirt. His consiousness was breaking, then he felt the floor hit him, well, himself hit the floor, then blackness.
The feel of prickling pain in his side made him awake with a sharp gasp of pain, sitting up suddenly, Altair regretted it, considering his head started to spin violently.
"Altair, glad to see you're awake." Al Mualim said, a small smile crossing his features, Altair looked up at him, then down at the doctor, sewing up his wound on his hip. "Your brothers got worried, we didn't recieve a letter from the bereau in Acre telling us you had completed your mission." The doctor continued to sew, "What happened?"
Altair couldn't look him in the eye and admit that he'd failed so he turned his head, "I'm sorry, master, I could not complete this mission." he paused, "I was blending with the scholars when I got distracted, not realising a diseased citizen in my tracks. He pushed me into guards and our brother was killed. So I ran." He was waiting for the scolding, for the feirce words to strike him, for him to be reminded that he is, indeed a failure. But nothing came. The doctor had finished with his work and rose from his chair, picking up his supplies and putting them in a box, "You must get plenty of rest, try not to re-open the wounds, Altair. Safety and peace." and he left. Al Mualim placed a hand on Altair's shoulder, "All is forgiven, son." Altair looked at the hand on his shoulder, then up at Al Mualim reluctantly, the small brown stubble revealing the weak creases of age in the master's face as he smiled down at him, "You are only seventeen years of age, I did not expect you to be successful at every mission I granted." Al Mualim's eyes cast down upon the naked torso of the young boy, lowering his gaze to the stomach, then stopping at his trousered legs, if only he'd been injured on his thigh. The way those trousers were pulled down slightly revealing two crotch lines and a small amount of pubic hair. He wanted that boy so bad.
"Master?" Altair interrupted his thoughts, he looked back up at the boy's face, confusion flustered over it.
"My apologies for staring, I was going to take an inspection of that wound." He lied, walking around the bed to the other side where the doctor was sitting just a few moments ago, eyeing up the now sealed up wound, then back down to those beautifully indented crotch lines.
"Altair..." He began, catching the boy's attention, "it seems there is a part of me that cannot forgive you."
Altair lowered his gaze, "I understand."
"Although, there is a way you can be forgiven."
His gaze marked back to Al Mualim's face, he didn't speak but only looked. Al Mualim enjoyed the boy's younger features. His smooth looking skin, not yet stubbled, his perfectly fine skin, not yet scarred from extreme missions. He ran his finger down the boy's stomach to his crotch, not waiting to grope it, hearing a small gasp escape Altair's mouth, making his own dick twitch. "All you have to do is listen too me and do what I tell you." groping the younger male's dick again.
Altair had no idea what was going on, but in his eyes, the master was always right. If he needs to earn forgiveness, then so be it. But suddenly Malik's words flashed in his mind,
'Just don't get too close to him, don't believe everything he says and don't, I mean don't, let him touch you.'
"Master...I cannot do as you say." Altair felt a small amount of betrayal in his stomach, Al Mualim paused everything he was doing, he looked up from Altair's crotch to the boy's eyes, "Pardon your words?"
"I said I cannot do as you say."
"Why not? Do you not want my forgiveness?"
Altair paused, "yes...I do want your forgiveness...I have failed again, I'm sorry."
"You will have to make it up to me." Al Mualim brushed his hand against one of Altair's nipples, gaining a small moan and a twitch from the younger male. Sliding his hand back down his chest to his crotch where he slid his hand into the boy's trousers, stroking his penis that was, strangely, becoming hard from the touching of a warm hand.
Altair was now leaning on his elbows and forearms to keep himself up as his head lolled back, small pants escaping his mouth as Al Mualim quickened his pace on Altair. He just wanted the boy hard so he could get to the pleasure for both of them. His cock became hard quite quickly, and was violenty seeping pre-cum, so Al Mualim took this as a sign of want, pumping harder and faster,
"M-master..." Altair's breathy tone sent chills down Al Mualim's back, going straight to his dick. After a few more hard pumps, Altair came in his master's hand, who smirked at the moan that leaked from Altair's mouth. Groping his own hard erection, Al Mualim climbed onto the bed, kneeling just over Altair's chest. He released his 'friend' from his pants, who looked up at his master,
"You are almost forgiven, my son." He needled his fingers in the younger males hair and faced him to his hugely erected penis, Altair, going by instinct, began to suck on it slowly, but then letting the master control the way his head moved by the hair on his head. The warmth and slickness of Altair's virgin mouth made him cum quicker than ever, a woman had never pleasured him this much before. With a couple more sucks, he came in Altair's mouth with a grunt, the younger male pulled away, coughing as a small trail of semen slipped passed his lips and ran down the side of his mouth, the rest of it got spat onto his cheek.
Al Mualim, having no time to waste, climbed off the younger male's chest and positioned himself at the end of the bed, soon lifting Altair's legs up and pulling down his trousers to reveal a sweet virgin arse. He licked his fingers and slicked the hole of Altair, inserting one finger to make sure it was wet enough. He inserted another to truely make sure, then curled his fingers a bit, hearing a moan from the youngster satisfied him enough. He placed the head of his penis at Altair's entrance, prodding slightly,
"now Altair, I will confess that this will hurt. Think of it as a concequence for failing." He pushed in slightly, feeling Altair tighten to the pain.
He'd wanted this boy for so long, so he was going to take him. Why was he being so nice to someone who had failed him? He may use his failure as an excuse to hurt him. He always did.
So with that thought, he thrusted all the way in, fast and hard. Just the was the 'master' liked it. A painful scream mixed with a sense of pleasure broke from the young assassin's mouth, he felt like his insides were being ripped apart. More screams were released as Al Mualim thrusted in and out of Altair, blood slicking the entrance so it was alot easier to go faster.
The tightness of Altair was extremely pleasurable, especially with the mixture of screams, that soon died down to moans of pleasure. Each thrust pushed closer to his climax, "Who is your master?" He asked roughly as he thrusted faster into Altair,
"y-y-you are!" Altair moaned as his master's dick hit his prostate harder with each hit.
"That's right." Al Mualim smirked, he could feel Altair tighten as he came, semen spilling over his chest, then with a few more thrusts, Al Mualim came, but he still continued to thrust while spilling himself inside Altair, he only stopped when his dick started to soften. He pulled out, enjoying the flush across Altair's face, the heavy breaths escaping his mouth and his closed eyes, his arms gave way as he fell back against the pillows of the bed, feeling his vision close on him, the last thing he felt was his face and stomach being wiped of the sperm and his trousers being done back up soon followed by a blanket being pulled over his bottom half.
