Warning there is some sexual content in this chapter :)

Kadar was locked away inside his room when Malik got home. It really wasn't much of a surprise, knowing that the teenager just wanted to be alone than speak to him. The realization stung, but there was little he could do, he had made that decision as soon as he got in the car all those years ago. Gingerly he knocked on the door, easing it open. He felt more uneasy about speaking with his brother than tonight's task. It was nonsense to be this anxious and nervous around a member of his own family who he loved with all his heart.

Kadar sat cross legged on his bed, a text book rested on his knees as he took notes from it. Malik smiled slightly at the sight of his younger brother studying. The brothers looked at each other for a while before he decided to break the silence.

"Altair and I are going out tonight, just so you know." Kadar nodded and dipped his head back down to his notes. Malik chewed the inside of his cheek, and loitered. What should he do? Should he make sure he was okay with that? Ask him if he wanted food? What should he do?

"Mal, can I burrow some of your jeans, mine are in the wash?" thankfully Altair chose the right moment to steal his attention. Turning out of the dark bedroom, he went into his own to find Altair stood in his boxers and t-shirt, peering into a draw full of tatty jeans.

"Sure thing, but wear the blue ones, black doesn't suit you." Malik said, pointing towards the other draw before walking into the bathroom. He washed his face with a flannel and ruffled his hair, taking off his shirt and bunging it down for wash. After tonight he suspected there would be plenty of washing to be done.

Pulling on a fresh pair of black jeans and a black t-shirt, Malik peered over his shoulder at Altair who was staring intensely at two t-shirts he had pulled out the draw. One was white, the other was red. Rolling his eyes, Malik came up behind Altair and pushed the other mans hands onto the red polo top.

"Red, it will hide the blood stains better." Altair hummed and nodded. It was a wonder how he ever got dressed in the morning. Malik knew he preferred the white, but it would stain awfully and he had enough trouble with that white hoody of his. Whilst Altair pulled on his clothes and shoes, Malik clicked open his case.

Laid inside in a padded case were his weapons; two daggers, Swiss army knife, a hand gun and of course two hidden blades. Now they had another friend. Opening a second, smaller case, he gently cradled the hidden gun and slotted it onto one of the bracers. Altair soon joined him, slotting on their weapons in hidden compartments on their belts and under sleeves.

"Would it be foolish of me to say I'm excited?" Altair queried, his blade shooting in and out in a quick practice. They left putting on their hoodies until the last moment.

"Matters, if you are going to mess up because of it then yes, I'd say you're being foolish. But if you're just happy because we finally have some action then you have all the right." Malik said, feeling Altair approach from behind. Altair hummed; wrapping his arms around the others waist and leaning in to kiss up his neck.

Malik smirked, skin tingling as his sweet spot was given much attention. Eager to taste more than just flesh, Altair spun the smaller man around and drew him into a passionate kiss. Their tongues met, making Malik groan and hold onto Altair's shoulders. The pair staggered backwards, falling onto the bed without breaking any contact. Finally they broke, Malik latching onto Altair's throat as he slid his hands up his black shirt. It was starting to grow warm when Altair managed to wrestle Malik's shirt from his body. Locking his legs around the others waist, Altair jerked his body up and over so Malik was pinned on his back.

"Tosser." Malik said half heartedly as Altair threw his polo shirt onto the floor. Malik traced his fingers over the swirly tattoo on Altair chest, hand moving south to pinch and pull at the nipple. Altair hissed, head falling backwards as his teeth gritted with pleasure. His jeans were starting to feel tight and the air around him hot. Heck he had only just put on those clothes and he was already half undressed. Malik sat up, lips enveloping the other nipple as he continued to roll his fingers around the other. Altair groaned Malik's name, accidently flexing his left arm and sending the blade piercing through the mattress. Malik broke away and eyed the released blade.

"Shit, take those things off, you'll send the other through my leg soon."

"Fuck, right yeah." Altair mumbled, retracting the blade and unclasping it. Taking his right hand, which indeed lay on Malik's thigh, he tore the second bracer off and placed them on the bedside table.

"Right, now where were we? Oh yeah I remember" Altair smirked, pushing Malik back down and sucked on his neck. Malik hissed, knowing all too well that there would be a mark there in the morning. He couldn't quite grasp the fact they were obviously going to have sex right before a mission. Well at least it was one way to get rid of Altair's pent up excitement.

Just as Altair's hands drifted down to the zipper of Malik's jeans, the sound of Nirvana's 'smells like teen spirit' rung through the air.

"Fucking hell." Altair cursed, pushing up as he hand searched for his phone. Luckily it lay on the bedside table, meaning he didn't have to give up his straddling position. Malik raised an eyebrow as Altair swore again and flipped it open.

"What the fuck do you want Auditore?" Altair spat. He was feeling horny and all he wanted to do was find release before he went a killed someone.

"Altair amico mio where am I meeting you tonight? You never got back to me so I presume I'm staying at yours si?" Ezio said, perfectly cheery as always. Altair sighed and slid of Malik's body, arching his brow in apology. Malik waved a hand dismissively and slipped back into his clothes.

"Couldn't this have waited until later?" Altair growled, still pissed off and he re-attached his blades. The mood had been killed and they wouldn't feel like doing it when they got back, especially if Ezio was going to be around.

"No, because I wouldn't know where to meet you, and I'd call right in the middle of your assassination and you'd get pissed with me."

"I'm pissed with you now." Altair mumbled, fingers hooking in Malik's belt loops, only to get his hands smacked away. Yep the mood had defiantly been killed.

"Why? What have I done?" Ezio asked, confused and slightly worried.

"You interrupted me that's what!" Altair snapped as Malik rolled his eyes and retreated back into the bathroom.

"I interrupted... oh, mi dispiace, I'll call back later..."

"Save it, you've pretty much murdered the mood." There was a small silence on the other end before the conversation got back to its original topic.

"So I meet you where?"

"Uh, the Mexican restraint on the corner, we'll grab some food before going home, you're sleeping on the couch."

"On the couch? What happened to your spare room?"

"It got infested, we'll explain more later."

"Okay, I'll see you later." Instead of saying goodbye, Altair just clicked the phone down, ending the call abruptly. Mumbling a string of curses, he pulled on his polo shirt and packed some spare clothes in a bag. Swinging the strap over his shoulder, the two men looked at each other. Someone was going to die tonight; well it was all in a day's work for an assassin.

A/N: I got slightly lazy and you can probably tell.