WARNING!! This chappie contains a (hopefully well written) lemon! If you wish to keep your virgin eyes and mind, dun read this chapter!!

And I dun own Altaïr. If I did, well…this chappie may explain what I'd do with him, bwahahaha.

Just kidding.

Pain and Pleasure

I sat at the window, staring out into the night sky. It had taken us nearly a full day to reach Masayf, the stronghold and village that was the home and headquarters to the assassins. I hadn't really noticed the details of its location or sites. I'd just let Altaïr lead me into the fortress and to a bedroom in one of the towers. There he had left me and had yet to return. So I sat at the window and stared.

The events of the previous evening kept running through my head.

R'ad betrayed me.

Father forced me to marry.

Biyya was my mother.

Who I thought was my mother killed my real mother.

And Biyya was dead.

I had disappointed Altaïr.

And Biyya was dead.

I laid my head in my arms and cried, not able to hold back the tears and grief any longer. I don't know how long I sat there crying, but eventually a knock at the door snapped me out of my depressed stupor. I stood, shuffling over and opened the door a crack. It was Altaïr. I opened the door all the way and let him enter. He went over and sat down on the bed.

"Malak said I need to talk with you," he said quietly. I blinked in confusion.

"Malak is here?"

"Yes," his eyes narrowed, "He traveled with us from Jerusalem, don't you remember?"

"Hm…" I leaned my back against the wall, "I didn't notice…"

"You were in a bit of a daze," he pointed out. I nodded and looked away.

"Nadra, what happened?" he finally asked, sounding tired and a bit aggravated. I guess he has a reason. I'm too much of a burden. I sighed and slid to a sitting position on the floor.

"Father threatened to kill Biyya if I didn't marry Ghalib. I panicked and Biyya said not to because they'd kill her anyway," I stared at the floor, willing the burning tears to leave, "And then…that idiot my father married started yelling about Biyya being a horrid person. Biyya confessed to being my mother and…"

"You married Ghalib to save your newfound mother," Altaïr guessed, even though he already knew he was right. I nodded and refused to look at him. He continued to press, however, "What happened then?"

I opened my mouth to tell him but instead a chocked sob came out. I covered my mouth with my hands and closed my eyes, but it was too late.

My whole body shook with sobs as I finally lost it. Before I had cried lightly, but this was different. I couldn't hold it in and I soon moaned loudly as my heart felt like it was being ripped apart. I was barely aware of being lifted off the floor and cradled against someone's chest. A tiny voice in the back of my mind told me it was Altaïr, but right then, I didn't care. I think he may have sat down on the bed, but I wasn't sure. And still didn't care. I clung to him like he was the last lifeline I had. And he let me. Time passed slowly, and I don't know if he held me for ten minutes or ten hours. All I know is that an eternity later I couldn't cry anymore. It seemed to be that my tears were used up. So I lay quietly in his arms, clinging to his pristine, white clothes. I had never felt so…vulnerable and weak. And I hated it. But I was too worn out to care.

"Nadra?"

I looked up at Altaïr with weary eyes. He cocked his head, "Being this vulnerable doesn't suite you."

I frowned and racked my brain for a retort, but then something happened.

He kissed me.

My mind went blank and before I could wake up enough to shove him off, he pulled back. I stared at him and then snapped back to reality. I quickly pulled out of his hold and stumbled to my feet, whirling on him.

"What the hell was that for, you freak?" I practically screamed. He smiled evilly.

"Now that's the Nadra I know," he stood and stretched, cracking his neck loudly. I glared at him.

"You had better explain yourself right now."

"Or what?" he asked with a smirk, walking towards me. I backed up until I bumped into the wall. He didn't stop until he was only inches from me.

"I'll hurt you," I said, raising my fist. He quickly caught my wrist in his hand and snatched up the other one. I gasped and moved to knee him but he pressed himself against me, trapping me against the wall.

"Go ahead and try," he whispered in my ear. My eyes grew wide and I struggled against his hold.

But it was no use. He was so much stronger than me. I cursed under my breath as he laughed in my ear, his breath hot against my neck. What the hell was he doing?

"Get off me you bastard!" I yelled, trying to push him off and still failing. He pulled his head back to look me in the eye, a wicked grin plastered on his face.

"No," he said smartly, and then kissed me again. I blinked several times and couldn't help but close my eyes as his mouth moved against mine. It was only the second time I'd been kissed, and I'm man enough to admit I was curious. He nibbled my lower lip and I whimpered.

"What…?" he murmured against my mouth without breaking the kiss, "Not going to fight back? Are you that weak?"

I could feel my anger rising and I bit his lip. Hard. He inhaled deeply but didn't jerk back, like I wanted him to. I had planned on headbutting him. Instead he bit back, just as hard. And the worst part?

I liked it. A lot.

I jerked away this time as much as I could. Altaïr didn't try to kiss me again, just brushed his lips along my cheek and jawbone to my ear. I tried to turn away but he caught the lobe in his mouth and nibbled on it. I froze again and tried to remember how to breathe as my eyelids fluttered shut. I was lost in the sensation of his warm tongue working the soft flesh of my ear between his teeth. Every now and then he would bite down, relatively hard, and I was still embarrassed for liking the pain. Suddenly, he stopped.

"Altaïr," I gasped and pushed against him again, much weaker this time, however, "Get off me! Stop it!"

He just chuckled, though, and kissed the skin of my neck, right below my ear. I swallowed a moan as he nibbled and bit, harder and harder, working his way slowly down the side of my neck. He pushed down the shoulder of my dress and bit down hard on the muscle of my shoulder. I couldn't stop the gasp and moan this time. It just felt so good. I almost told him harder, but clamped my mouth shut. No. I would not let him know I enjoyed this. But my previous noise of satisfaction had already tipped him off, and he bit the same area again, taking a great amount of flesh and muscle into his mouth. He clamped down, flicking his tongue over the skin trapped in his mouth and once again a loud moan escaped me. I tried to fight it, but I was really enjoying what he was doing.

"Al-ta-ïr," I managed to stutter out, "No-no…don't…"

He laughed again and licked the area he bit, which was throbbing almost pleasantly. I guess it wasn't just me who heard the lack of command in my voice. He pressed his body closer to mine and kissed me roughly on the mouth, probing at my lips with his tongue. I didn't know what I was doing though, and didn't really want his tongue in my mouth. The notion seemed disgusting.

But apparently I took to long to respond. He raised my hands about my head and transferred both my wrists to his right hand. Then, with his left, he trailed lightly down my side, tickling over my ribs. He let his hand wander down to my backside, where he ran his finger over my buttocks. I gasped, just as he wanted, and he slipped his tongue into my mouth.

It was very awkward, at first. I tried to jerk back but he just pressed closer. And then, as usual, I grew curious. As his tongue twisted around my mouth and tongue, I reacted. When I flicked my tongue against his, he encouraged me with gentle strokes at first, and as I learned to dance, he became more rough and insistent.

He broke the kiss suddenly and I gasped for air along with him. When he wasn't kissing me I could ignore his hand on my arse and was about to tell him off when he kissed me again, so hard I was sure he'd bruise my lips. He didn't wait for me this time, instead he forced his tongue in my mouth. What else could I do but go along? Or better yet, make him leave my poor mouth alone.

I shoved at his tongue with my own, and when he wouldn't back down, I bit down on his. I was surprised when he moaned happily, and even more so when the moan excited me. Without thinking, I rhythmically bit on his tongue, thrilled to hear small whimpers and moans coming from deep in his throat.

And suddenly I was aware of something hard pressed against my lower stomach, and then I remembered the 'talks' Biyya and I had shared. I swiftly turned my head, causing his lips to press against my cheek.

"No, Altaïr!" I panted, pleased that my voice was much more stern and sincere, "Stop it now!"

"No," he growled and bit the side of my neck, so hard I wouldn't have been surprised if it had bled. I gasped loudly and my knees buckled. He caught me easily and held me against him. Stars danced before my eyes and I couldn't move as he sucked, nibbled and bit my neck. It was too much for me to handle. I let him lead me over to the bed where he pushed me down onto my back and proceeded to kiss me again, though more gently this time.

He propped himself up so he didn't crush me and allowed his hands to flutter over my body, brushing over my breasts, stomach and thighs. I was dizzy again, even though I was laying down.

And then I was aware of him tugging my dress up.

"NO!" I gasped when he sat back to pull it off over my head. I fought him but he won, of course. I crossed my arms over my chest and curled up on my side, not letting him take off my sleeveless shirt. He paused and touched the back of my neck with a calloused hand, leaning down till his lips were by my ear.

"Nadra…" Altaïr whispered, massaging my neck, "Roll over, Nadra."

I shuddered when he said my name like that. So…commanding and…I don't know. Something in his voice made my body say YES! But I still thought NO. My body, however, seemed to overpower my mind and I slowly relaxed. Slipping a hand between my stomach and legs, he slowly moved me into the position I had been. He then kissed me softly and pushed my legs apart a bit. I was about to protest, but then he stroked me between my legs and my brain melted. My breath hitched and I kissed him forcefully. He responded eagerly and rubbed me harder. My body felt warm and I wanted him to never stop.

With his free hand, he pulled my shirt off and I let him take it off to toss it aside. He stopped then and sat back, leaving his one hand between my legs. He cocked his head and smiled as he studied my bare torso. I opened my mouth to say something, but he twirled his thumb in a circle on the sensitive area between my legs and I closed my eyes, my breathing heavy. I heard him chuckle.

His mouth was suddenly against my chest and he trailed kisses along the bone between my breasts. Extracting his hand, he pushed my lower half up a bit and slipped his hands under the waist band of my pants, pulling them off along with my undergarments in one swift move.

I was suddenly completely aware of my nudity.

I sat up and scooted away from him, realizing I was wet between my legs. Biyya had said that would happen when you wanted or needed to…well, you know. I shook my head. I didn't want to…have sex with Altaïr. I hated him. I looked over at him to find the assassin studying me again. Then he started to remove his clothes.

"Altaïr don't," I pleaded, but he ignored me, stripping to his undergarment. He crawled toward me and I tried to move away. He grabbed my ankles and held me still as he moved up to kiss me. I froze again, unable to form a coherent thought as he stroked my tongue with his, gentle as can be.

And then he touched me again.

Only this time it was much more personal because there was no cloth. And it felt much better, even though I didn't think that was possible. I moaned against his mouth as he played with the sensitive folds of skin. When he slipped a finger inside me I gasped loudly and he bit my lip. He began to pull his finger out and I wasn't sure if I was happy or not, but then he pushed it back in, farther this time. I moaned again and squirmed a little underneath him. He growled and kissed his way to my neck, where he literally chewed on the soft skin. I didn't mind all that much though. It felt wonderful.

When he pushed a second finger inside me, my body reacted on its own and I bucked my hips. He apparently enjoyed that, for he began to work his fingers in and out, forming a rhythm. I meant to say something but, as if he knew and wanted to silence me, he worked a third finger in. It was barely painful, but it felt so good. I moaned again, not bothering to try to silence it and he moved more quickly, flicking his fingers inside me and hitting a spot somewhere that made me see white.

"Altaïr…" I groaned and he suddenly stopped, moving his hand out. I was confused and almost scolded him, but then I remembered I wanted him to stop. I gasped for air, "Get off me."

Altaïr's response was to kiss me roughly as he lifted his body off me a little bit. I wasn't sure what he was doing until I saw him toss that last bit of clothing off to the side.

Then I really panicked. I tried to push him off but he held me down, using one hand to push my legs apart. I bit down on his lips and tongue but he didn't budge, only bit back, which was bad for me, seeing as I liked it. I tried not to comply but I found myself spreading my legs for him.

And then I felt something at my entrance. Something hard. "No, Altaïr," I moaned against his mouth. A tiny part of me prodded my brain and pointed out the fact that I didn't mean that. I ignored that part, "Please don't."

"Hush, Nadra," he whispered, kissing me very softly and then traced over my nipple with his hand. I gasped and then several things happened at once.

He gripped my right breast with his left hand, he pushed my hips up a bit with his right hand, kissed me very hard, and thrust up into me. I screamed against his mouth at the immediate pain that washed over me. Once he was all the way inside me, he stilled, only moving to massage his lips against mine. The pain was intense, but under that was pleasure.

Very slowly, he pulled out of me and the pain washed over me again. I moaned loudly and when he thrust back into me again I bit back a scream. He began to slowly pull in an out of me as he rubbed my breast, kissing me softly on the lips and neck.

"Altaïr…no…stop…" I said slowly. He growled at me a bit.

"I'm not going to stop, Nadra," he grunted and bit my ear. I gasped and forced myself to talk.

"I wasn't going…to say that," I moaned as he pushed inside me again. He was still holding back though, "I…was gonna say…stop being so…gentle."

Altaïr froze and jerked his head back, staring at me with dark eyes, "What?"

"You're too gentle," I gasped, "I…………"

"What?" his breathing was heavy and the feel of him inside me was unnerving, "Nadra, you're speaking too quietly."

"I like pain, okay!" I finally admitted blushing and laying my head back, trying to catch my breath. Altaïr was silent and still for a while.

"Dammit!" I cried out, finally angry. I reached up and tangled my hands in his messy hair. Pulling him down to me, I kissed him roughly, biting his lips until he opened his mouth. Our tongues danced together and he finally snapped out of it.

"Fine," he growled after pulling back for air, "You want rough, great."

I shushed him and pulled him down for another passionate kiss. The next time he thrust into me, he didn't hold back and went much deeper than before. I screamed, but not in pain. He moved around and found purchase on the foot of the bed, using it to help push himself deeper inside of me. Finding a rhythm, he kissed his way down my neck to the muscle on my shoulder again, where he bit me hard, massaging my breast at the same time.

Going on instinct, I bucked my hips up and soon learned how to meet him just as he thrust into me. Working together, a spot was touched inside me that caused my vision to blur with pleasure. I wrapped my arms and legs around him and begged for him to go faster and harder. He complied and soon I lost sense of the rhythm, and everything. I was vaguely aware of him breaking out of the rhythm as well, and just thrusting his hard member into me as quickly as possible.

Then everything exploded around me and I went numb, calling out Altaïr's name. Soon after that Altaïr moaned my own name and with one final thrust, he flowed into me. It was the oddest sensation, but I liked it. He rolled off to the side and collapsed. We both lay for a moment, nothing but the sound of our heavy breathing filling the air. Then he wrapped his arms around my waist and shoulders, pulling me against him, my back to his chest. I closed my eyes and settled against him, the pleasure of what just happened throbbing around my body and mind.

I fell asleep to Altaïr murmuring into my hair, "Nadra…my Nadra…"

A/N: -taps fingers together- Um…wow. I guess I was…in a mood when I wrote this. –eyes grow wide- Am I a bad person?

R&R please…