Malik woke to light breathing next to him. He turned around carefully and smiled at the sleeping Altaïr next to him. He reached out and let his fingers trace carefully over Altair's cheek and up into his hair.

The other male stirred slightly and cracked open an eye. "Mmm…Malik?" he called out.

"Shh…sleep," Malik murmured and closed his eyes.

"Alright…"

"Sleep." Malik smiled again and lent up so his lips could caress Altair's slightly.

"I'm sleeping…" Altaïr mumbled into the kiss as his hand reached up and held Malik's head in place.

"No you're not," Malik chuckled and opened his mouth to let the other's tongue in. Altaïr rolled over so he was hovering over Malik, deepening the kiss.

The door to the bed room opened, but it went unnoticed by the two males in the bed. "For god's sake you two!" Desmond groaned as he saw the two in bed. Malik wanted to pull away to shoot an apologetic look at his friend, but Altaïr ignored both his tries to pull away and Desmond's presence. Desmond sighed helplessly at his cousin's stubborn behavior. "The gang is coming over any minute. I called them in for you, so get your ass out of bed."

"Fifteen minutes." Altaïr shot Desmond a glare.

"Two." Desmond countered.

"Ten?"

"Five and that's final."

"Fine, five."

Desmond shook his head as Altaïr dove back and pressed his lips against Malik's just when Malik was about to say something. Malik waved his hand at Desmond as Altaïr pressed his tongue in again. Desmond shook his head again while chuckling slightly before he left, closing the door carefully behind him.

"Where the hell have you two been?" Ezio stared up at Malik and Altaïr who just entered the living room. Most of the main members of Altair's gang were already there.

"We had a…rough night last night, alright?" Altaïr rolled his eyes as Malik coughed slightly before he sat down next to Desmond.

"Doesn't hurt, does it?" Desmond whispered with a teasing grin. Malik swatted at him half halfheartedly.

"So what's going on? There must be something since we were called together here," The guy who liked to talk a lot pointed out. Desmond could never seem to remember the guy's name, and everyone just called him Rafik. Which Desmond found quite confusing since their geography teacher was named Rafiq. In an attempt to help Desmond, Malik had said that the geography teacher was originally from a city in Syria called Acre and Rafik's ancestors came from Damascus. Didn't help Desmond much at all.

"Desmond hasn't told us anything. He said it was for you to say," the guy called Abbas, who made it his personal mission to try and piss off Altaïr, said.

"How thoughtful of him," Altaïr mumbled.

He let his grey eyes scan over them all and when they halted on Jamal, Desmond was almost sure the guy would whimper.

"There is a traitor among us," Altaïr began, but paused. "There was a traitor by my side, which sounds more correct, I would think?" He looked at Malik who nodded.

"Are we talking about Maria then?" Lucy asked with a serious undertone.

"Yes."

"See? I always knew she was up to something," Shaun stated and looked victoriously at Rebecca before he returned his gaze to Altaïr with a puzzled look " What exactly has she done?"

Altaïr shook his head. "Have any of you been attacked randomly by Robert's gang?"

Some people mumbled yes or nodded, not so very surprising all the females confirmed that that had happened.

"Did it strangely enough happen right after you'd been with Altaïr or something?" Malik added.

Everyone pondered for a second before some nods began to occur. Leonardo suddenly rose to his feet.

"She's been ordering attacks because of jealousy!"

Everyone stared at Leonardo before they looked at Altaïr.

"I guess you could call it that. I'd rather call it possessiveness," Malik mumbled.

"But why guys as well?" Abbas blinked.

"Ever heard about homosexuality Abbas?" Ezio asked dryly.

"But surely she'd never think that Altaïr would…" Abbas began before drifting off.

"Oh, wouldn't I?" Altaïr arched an eyebrow and managed to get everyone's attention again. It took a few seconds for the words to sink in, and when it did 10% of the group gaped while 90 % stared.

"You've-?" Lucy began to ask, but was cut off by several with the same question.

"Who!" the others blurted out.

"When did my private life begin concern all of you?" Altaïr demanded, slightly embarrassed and also a bit annoyed.

"When you proved your poor taste in women," Ezio said.

"That's your fault. You all pressured me to steal Robert's girlfriend."

"It isn't Robert is it?" Rauf looked a little scared.

"What? NO!" Altaïr looked a little scared himself at the thought.

"Malik…" Everyone went silent and looked at Leonardo, including Malik. Leonardo smiled at them. "It's Malik"

Once again everyone looked at Altaïr who was now studying the ceiling, a slight (nearly invisible) red color tinting his cheeks. It was silent for a while and Malik was studying his hands closely.

"Well…Malik is better than Maria," Ezio finally said.

"Better? Are you kidding? It's freaking awesome!" Rebecca threw herself over Malik.

"About time if you ask me," Rauf added and smiled slightly.

"Yeah, you're a tad slow Altaïr," Shaun said and got a piercing glare from the leader.

"Congratulations you two," Lucy smiled whole heartily.

"If I can get this bundle of hyper off of me, I'll thank you Lucy," Malik groaned as he fought against Rebecca's glomp.

"So, you all consent?" The gray eyes that swept over them dared them to say otherwise. But, by the looks of it, no one disagreed - if they did they kept their mouths shut.

Ezio measured Malik for a while. "I give cousin. You have a far better taste in men than in women."

The gang broke out in laughter and Altaïr just smiled, exchanging a loving look with Malik.

"How would you know Ezio. You're a womanizer, after all," Rebecca pointed out as she let Malik go.

Ezio's face fell a little before he answered. "Well yeah, but I can still see if a man is attractive or not. I mean, you too can think another girl looks pretty, right?"

"Oh right. Still…Gosh! I got this really cute picture of Altaïr and Malik!" Rebecca grinned like a child as the gang laughed again at the grimaces the two new found lovers made.

"But this isn't the last we'll see of her," Leonardo stated as the gang was once again serious. Altaïr had sat down next to Malik.

Their leader shook his head.

"Well first our dear leader has to break up with her," Shaun said sarcastically.

"Bring it on…" Altaïr mumbled.

Almost on cue, the doorbell rang. Rauf leant backwards to glance out from the window.

"It's Maria…"

"Yeah, just make yourself at home. I'll handle it outside…go for a walk or something." Altaïr got up, his hand that had lied comfortably in Malik's hand slid out of the warm grip and hung useless at his side. His face was stern, but his lip quivered slightly.

Then he suddenly leant down and pressed his lips almost desperately against Malik's who automatically put his hand on the side of Altair's face. When he pulled back Malik looked a little dazzled, but Altaïr wore a warm grin.

"One for luck." He winked and left. Not long after that, they heard the door open and close.

Desmond wasn't the only one that sprinted over to spy out from the window.