This is written with 191026 and also betat by her^^ Enjoy people only one more chapter to go
As night fell, Altair snuck out his room.
He wanted to see Malik. Altair needed to hold the man close no matter how much he would protest.
During the day Altair had forgotten about the letter he had received. Now that he had read it, he felt a crushing misery. He had known the orders would come sooner rather than later.
Altair hoped Malik was alone in his office at this time of night. He knocked quietly and waited for a moment before entering. The room was almost pitch black. Only a single small desk lamp was on. Malik was lying on his couch, clearly he had fallen asleep while reading a book.
Altair smiled slightly. Malik looked so peaceful there. The soldier tiptoed to Malik's side and crouched there. He was still for a long time until he started to ache and he had to actually sit properly.
Altair wondered what Malik dreamed about, if he was dreaming at all. Maybe he wasn't for he was so still. Altair reached to caress Malik's cheek gently but drew his hand back as Malik started awake gasping. Malik looked around frantically for a moment before noticing Altair on the floor.
"Altair? What are you doing here?" Malik asked, face reddening.
He was happy of the dim light. Altair wouldn't see the blush. He had been dreaming about the soldier yet again. Thankfully not one of those embarrassing, shameful and lust filled dreams as they usually were.
This dream had been disturbing though. Malik had seen Altair in it walking away from him. No matter how loudly he called out or walked or ran he couldn't catch the man or even have his attention.
Altair rose from the floor.
" I just wanted to see you for a bit.…may I sit?"
Malik sat up properly, making room on the sofa for Altair to sit down.
Altair sat beside Malik quietly. The doctor looked at him, sleepy and confused.
He would have to tell Malik, he would be leaving. He wished he could stay forever.
"It seems you have something on your mind..." Malik said as he stretched.
His back was sore from all the sleeping on the couch. Soon he could go to his own comfortable bed though. And maybe he could invite Altair into it as well.…
Malik banished such thoughts immediately for they were embarrassingly desired sinful thoughts.
He wouldn't do that while Altair was injured.
Malik watched Altair shake his head slightly.
"I just realized I don't know that much about you. You are a doctor, obviously but you fight? And do free running? I don't even know what you like and what you don't. Aside from the thoughts about the war ofcourse..." Altair shrugged as he spoke.
Malik smiled slightly.
"Yes that's true. I do parkour.…I don't really fight though. Only defend myself….nowadays anyway."
He stood and placed his book on the table, then turned around to regard Altair with his charcoal eyes, a little smile playing on his lips.
"I can see you wish to know more?" Malik's smile widened as he saw the curiosity and unasked questions in the younger mans golden eyes.
Altair nodded.
"Yeah, I wanna know. Why did your brother call you a... hooligan?" Malik chuckled at that.
"He did so because that's what I was. I was a disgrace to my parents and the whole town in my youth, fighting, drinking, stealing even... It's.…nothing as drastic as your past."
Malik's voice went quiet and weary as he mentioned Altair's past, in fear of hurting the man.
Altair simply nodded. Malik cleared his throat.
"Anyway. I learned parkour from a European boy that came here. We were both fourteen. His parents were both doctors. We became friends and I learned he was sick. And that there was no cure, but my friend was only afraid of one thing. That there was no time for him to do everything he wanted."
Altair watched as Malik spoke. It was with nostalgia. He listened in silence.
"First, I felt pity for him and he saw it in my eyes. He said he did not want my pity, only that I show him everything there is to do in this town for he was bored. I wasn't the best choice for it ofcourse, and the adults warned him not to befriend me. Instead of listening them he thought he could learn from me and I him. No doubt for one purpose only; to get my mind away from the.…things that brought shame to my parents."
Malik came to sit beside Altair.
"He succeeded in it ofcourse. But sick as he was, his passing was un avoidable. He was my only friend at that time so I was, rather devastated. Even Kadar avoided me. My friends parents grieved greatly but they offered to send me to school. They wanted to show gratitude to the only person that had not pitied their son. At that moment I decided that I would become a doctor and I would not allow any other person dear to me die without me doing everything I could to save them..."
Malik glanced at Altair's expression. It was mostly neutral but a little bit of awe shone in his eyes.
"It seems you have kept your decision and promise this far. Kadar is alive." He smiled at Malik.
"My parents unfortunately are not. They believed in me and supported me when I was studying. Even after all of my mistakes as a youngster." Altair nodded at those words, his smile fading.
"This war has robbed you of a lot..."
"I consider myself lucky, Altair. I have not lost nearly as much as many others."
Malik took Altair's hand in his.
"You're an amazing person, Malik. I'm only good at killing people..." Altair said as he rested his forehead against Malik's shoulder.
Despite his words about himself, he smiled at the pride he felt for Malik. He was proud he loved such an amazing person.
Malik put his hand on Altair's shoulder and pulled him closer for a hug.
"Don't say such things. At least you're brave and honest. Both to yourself and those around you."
Altair looked up at Malik as the man spoke.
Malik smiled at him. A true genuine smile. Altair couldn't help himself. He had to kiss those smiling lips. Keeping it gentle he drew Malik even closer.
Malik went willingly close to Altair until he was almost sitting on the mans lap. He felt Altair's arms wind around his body and welcomed the embrace.
Their lips touched softly, just a few light kisses here and there as both shimmed slightly on the couch to get comfier.
Malik felt large hands running gently up and down his back as his own arms draped themselves over Altair's shoulders.
Altair slowly ran his tongue over Malik's bottom lip and was inwardly delighted when the other male opened his mouth to the kiss.
Their tongues danced and explored, earning soft moans from each male as finger tips clutched onto fabric that bit tighter and hearts picked up their pace.
Almost like a floodgate had opened, Malik clutched tightly onto the back of Altair's head and pulled him in closer, kissing him harder, longer.
Both broke apart for precious air before Altair pulled Malik to him again, this time tilting the dark skinned males head so he could pepper nips and kisses up and down the column of his neck, revelling in the soft sounds coming from Malik's mouth.
Hands moved to the buttons of Malik's shirt, quickly loosening them and dragging the offending shirt off his sculpted body. All the while, Altair's lips remained on Malik's neck, biting, sucking and licking the dark skin.
Moving back up, Altair pulled Malik in for another passionate kiss as he pulled the other male onto his lap, the feeling of those legs tensing at his sides made Altair smirk into the kiss.
Fingers raking down his naked back pulled Malik from his trance.
"Altair? Altair stop."
"No, not this time. I said I wanted you and I will have you."
Malik dislodged Altair's hands from around his waist and scooted back off the soldier.
"What is it Malik?"
"I….I….don't think I can."
Altair edged closer to the seemingly shivering Malik. Lightly placing a hand atop his shoulder.
"Why not?"
Malik eyed Altair for a few moments, hating to see that crushed look upon his face. That pout, the way he looked almost close to tears.
Taking Altair's hand from his shoulder and lacing their fingers together, Malik lightly kissed Altair's knuckles….trying his damnest to tell him.
Altair's whole body tensed as Malik fell silent. The only sounds throughout the small office came from the feather light kisses atop his knuckles. Altair tensed so much, he could feel his body starting to ache as he stressed the still healing wounds.
"Malik?"
Malik finally looked at Altair again, leaned in and softly brushed their lips together again in an effort to calm his raging stomach.
Fuck butterflies, it felt like a stampede parading around inside him.
"I do want you Altair….it's just that….well."
Malik stopped again. Never before had he felt this tongue tied. This fucking nervous. It was driving him insane. For all his intellect, he couldn't string four simple words together through fear of Altair laughing at him.
Taking a deep breath and calming his nerves, Malik just and no more whispered, "I….I've never…."
Altair's eyes widened slightly as he took in the few words that Malik uttered. He blinked stupidly a few times before mumbling, "You're a virgin?"
A quick nod of the head was all he got.
"Malik? You know I wouldn't hurt you right? I totally understand if you don't want to have sex. It's just that….I can't help how I feel about you right now. I want to touch you, kiss you. I want you."
Malik sat in silence for a minute or so before he slowly looked into Altair's glowing yellow gold orbs.
His chest was heaving and his legs turned to jelly as he launched himself back onto Altair's lap, pulling the other males clothes for him quicker than he thought his hands could move.
Pulling back for air again, Malik saw the beads of sweat forming on Altair's forehead before he kissed him hard again, ignoring the ringing in his head as their teeth clinked together.
Both males, still clad in their trousers pushed and pulled both themselves and each other closer, hands caressing every bit of skin they could.
Malik could feel his trousers become too tight. He longed to rip them from his body as his hips moved of their own accord and lightly thrust up against Altair.
Altair groaned deep in the back of his throat each time he felt Malik's erection brush against his own. Despite his aching body, he couldn't and wouldn't stop this wonderful pleasure for anything. Kadar could parade through and he wouldn't give a fuck.
Malik harshly kissed Altair once again as heat pooled deep within his belly. Sure he had touched himself before but never had he felt like he did at that second. So desperate, so hungry, craving every touch that Altair could give him.
His arms tightened round Altair's neck as he thrust his hips that bit harder and quicker, effectively pushing Altair back onto what he thought was the couch.
Altair's hand however tried to brace himself but missed, sending both males crashing to the floor.
Altair broke the kiss and hissed through clenched teeth.
"Fuck Altair I'm sorry!" Malik uttered as he began to disentangle himself from the other male.
"Don't fucking move." Altair growled, pulling Malik back on top of him.
Despite the pain in his body, Altair managed to strip himself down to just his boxers, blushing slightly as Malik sat back a bit and just stared at him.
Even though Malik had seen Altair's body, touched it before, it was as if he was looking at each muscle, scar, every perfect little flaw for the first time. Reaching out his shaking hands, he lightly ran them over Altair's chest, tickled his finger tips over each bump of muscle as he trailed down his stomach. However, lost his nerve before he touched the obvious tent in the others boxers but quickly hid it by grinding his hips against Altair's while running his fingers back up the path they had came down.
Altair couldn't help the soft gasps that escaped his lips as Malik's fingers explored his body, gently but thoroughly. He couldn't help but notice the other being too nervous to touch his straining erection but quickly shoved that aside, there would be plenty of time for that later.
Malik hooked his hands round the back of Altair's head while dropping his own body lightly on top of Altair's, kissing him harshly once again. He groaned into the kiss as he felt Altair's hands run down his back and stop on his backside, lightly squeezing before sneaking round to the button at the front of his trousers.
Swallowing his nerves again, Malik shimmied his way out of his trousers before straddling Altair's waist again and lightly grinding their hips together again, devouring his neck and chest with open mouthed kisses.
"M-Malik….can I?"
Both males locked eyes, Malik's chest was heaving at Altair's question.
Did he want the other male to touch him so intimately?
Malik stopped his kisses and touches and slowly got to his feet, stepping away from Altair.
Altair froze in place as Malik stepped away from him. His stomach felt like it was caught in an icy grip.
Was Malik rejecting him?
His eyes widened as the dark skinned man trailed his fingers over the waistband of his own boxers, hooked his thumbs into them then pulled them from his body, far enough until they just slipped down his long powerful legs.
His golden eyes looked Malik up and down, totally entranced as Malik dropped back down and pulled his own underwear from his body.
Malik couldn't look away from the rock solid flesh resting proudly against Altair's belly. His stomach spun as a thought dawned on him. The thought being, how that was going to fit inside him.
"Come here." Came the husky whisper into the almost pitch black office.
Their hands linked, fingers lacing together as Altair used Malik to pull himself into a sitting position, ignoring the pain in his screaming joints. His still healing wounds pulling painfully.
Their lips met again, tongues dancing together, groans escaping their mouths as their hips moved against each other, delicious friction building up between their erections.
Altair could have kicked himself when he realised that he had forgotten the lube that Ezio had sent him. He would have to improvise.
Latching his lips onto Malik's neck, Altair raised his fingers to kiss swollen lips, running them lightly over the bruised flesh.
Malik seemed to understand as he drew Altair's fingers into his mouth. Swirling his tongue around the talented digits, thoroughly coating them in saliva.
Malik dropped his head back as Altair looped one hand under his backside and lifted him slightly, pushing their chests flush together.
Malik jumped slightly as fingers circled his virgin entrance. His breath escaped his lips in short, sharp gasps.
"Malik?"
Coal black eyes stare back into his golden depths.
Their lips crushed together as Altair pushed one finger in, edging in to the first knuckle, then the second.
Malik hissed as a second finger joined the first, scissoring inside him, stretching him, preparing him.
Those fingers seemed to push forever inside him until his back pulled taught, sparks bouncing infront of his eyes as lurid gasp escaped his throat as his prostate was touched.
Altair smirked against Malik's throat as the older male harshly whispered his name over and over again.
Sweat ran down their faces as their hips ground together, chests rubbed together, sweat making their bodies slip slightly against each other.
Malik sighed deeply as fingers slid from his body, leaving him with a strange detached empty feeling, quickly vanishing as a hand wrapped itself round his erection, moving up and down his flesh.
Altair lightly kissed Malik's neck, face, collar bones as he felt pre-come coat his finger tips.
Spreading the fluid over his own erection, Altair nudged Malik to sit up on his knees.
"Are you sure?" he whispered into Malik's ear.
Malik sharply nodded his head as he slowly dropped his body, feeling himself be breached for the first time.
His gasps came in short pants as he edged himself further and further down Altair's solid flesh, tears pooling in his closed eyes at the painful burn.
A silent scream flies from his throat as his hips bump against Altair's, feeling himself being filled to breaking point. The agonising burn fading away to something else entirely.
His watering eyes opened enough to take in Altair's face. Cheeks pink, eyes staring intently but with a mask of pure pleasure caressing his whole face.
They kissed softly, slowly despite the intimacy of the position they were in.
Kisses lingered until Malik felt powerful arms looping under his backside again, effectively lifting him up slightly and dropping him back down.
"Please Malik….move." Altair hissed as his head dropped back.
Unsure of how to move, Malik lifted himself up, shimmed his hips slightly before dropping back down.
Malik didn't recognise his own voice as his hips established a brutal pace. He barely heard Altair's own voice echoing his own moans as his finger nails drew deep crescent circles into Altair's shoulders, using his grip on those shoulders to help pull himself up. Blood pounded in his ears as his teeth latched onto the juncture between Altair's shoulder and neck, his back bowing at an uncomfortable angle as he moved harder, faster.
Altair wasn't going to last, he was close to coming. The heat pooling in his belly was almost aching as he took Malik's length in hand again, pumping his hand in time to Malik's movements.
His legs were burning, thighs aching as he felt his completion creeping up on him.
Malik opened his eyes in time to see Altair's expression as he came.
Between the hand round his erection, the aching burn and the feeling of the other male coming caused Malik to cry out Altair's name as he too came, collapsing against Altair, chest heaving, sweat dripping off his brow.
Both collapsed onto the floor, panting harshly, too tired to say anything. Malik pulled himself off of Altair, groaning at the empty feeling as he fell onto his side, an arm draped around Altair's stomach.
Both looked at each other after a few silent minutes before leaning in, letting their lips brush softly together.
Malik laughed lightly after a few light kisses.
"What's so funny?"
"That was fucking marvellous." Malik breathed out as his head dropped onto Altair's chest.
Altair hummed his agreement, the pain from his wounds totally forgotten about.
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Malik grimaced at pain he felt in his backside as he helped Altair back to his room. Stupid man had strained his injuries but Malik had no right to say anything this time….he was just as much to blame.
He had known beforehand it would hurt at first but he had no idea it would hurt this much even hours after. It had been worth the pain though. Altair was worth the pain.
Malik smiled to himself at the thought.
Altair hadn't missed the grimace. As he sat on his bed he stared at Malik in silence. The doctor seemed to be in a very good mood despite the obvious pain.
His own back and ribs ached with each breath but he didn't mind. Malik was so worth it.
As Altair sat there he drew Malik closer between his legs and wrapped his arms around the mans shoulders.
"Go to sleep you stupid man." Malik laughed the words more than spoke them.
Altair nuzzled the mans neck fondly as a sort of response.
"Mmm….I am a stupid man but I'm your stupid man. And we slept for two hours. It's enough."
Malik laughed softly. The sound of Malik's laughter was captivating for Altair. He had hoped to hear it for so long and now he had been graced to hear it twice in just a few short hours.
He hugged the man a little bit closer.
"That is so cheesy Altair." Malik whispered as he hugged the soldier back. "And you're wrong, you need to rest."
He stepped away from Altair's embrace and pushed the man gently on the bed.
Altair lay down without objection.
"I wish you could sleep with me here..." Altair's voice held a suggestion but he knew Malik wouldn't.
"I can't, but I will be here."
At Malik's promise, Altair closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep almost immediately.
Malik smiled as he watched Altair. He felt happier than he had in years.
A piece of paper caught his attention on the table.
The letter Altair had received. He knew he shouldn't but he picked it up and read it through.
He had to read it three times over for the words were so shocking and downright painful.
So painful that he felt like his heart was being ripped out of his chest.
Altair had been ordered to return home.
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