AN: And yet another chapter. xD I'm really burning through these tonight, my AC muse is high. I'd love to get some comments, guys, reviews are like cake for a fat man. Let me know what you want to see, and I'll see what I can do!

There was no spot in the world as comfortable as sitting in Altair's lap, back pressed to his chest, with a hookah hose in hand. Malik would contest to it profusely, as it seemed to be a comfortable place he'd find himself on nights when Altair stalled his missions on purpose to stay in Damascus a little longer with his lover. The elder male sighed smoke out of his nose, closing his eyes and relishing the quiet moment that they chose to spend together.

While he would admit a lot of their time they spent fighting, it seemed he was coming to terms with his anger, and he could still find it in his heart to love the other. They would sometimes share lazy kisses, almost as if neither felt pressed to impress, simply enjoying being in each other's company. When the hose was gently set down with nary a sound, Altair's focus was taken from his thoughts and placed attentively on Malik's arm snaking around his shoulders, and those lips pressing gently to his own.

The pair made soft, breathy sounds as their lips connected, first in small pecks and quick presses of lips on lips, soon evolving into sweet, open-mouthed kisses. Fingers carding through the soft hair at the nape of the younger's neck, he relished in the feeling of roving hands over his own well-kept body. Just because he only had one arm didn't mean he had to let his whole body fester, did it? Loving those rough hands pushing his clothing away until they could feel over hardened, scarred flesh, he offered up a soft moan that was swallowed up by that demanding mouth and questing tongue.

Altair's mouth soon moved to latch onto Malik's neck, sucking a dark mark at the junction of his neck and shoulder, leaving his calling card. After all, the hickies he'd left the last time they'd had this chance had long faded, and he wanted to see some fresh ones. Hands working into the other's clothes, he soon had them both naked and as close as could be. Once their bodies fit in a streamline sort of way, he gave a few rough grinds that had the elder panting, jerking his hips up and crashing his mouth into the younger assassin's. The Dai soon couldn't handle anymore of the novice's teasing, shoving him off and moving onto his belly, knees raising his needy ass into the air.

Eyes wild as he searched the room for their usual jar of slick oil, he frowned when he didn't immediately see it. The younger male was on a mission, and if he didn't find it soon, he'd continue on without it; and more than likely get his ass kicked for it, later. With a soft click of pottery on stone, Malik produced it from behind the pillows they'd been laying on, scooting it back in order to be sure he'd still be able to walk tomorrow. Dipping his fingers in it and coating them hastily, they soon pressed against that tight, puckered entrance and he licked his lips. More teasing began, now, as two fingers pushed inside with just enough pressure to be not enough, scissoring and soon becoming three. Not really wanting to wait long enough to fully stretch the other, he slipped in a fourth for but a second before the intrusion was gone and something quite a bit bigger waited to replace it.

Wanting to be a bigger tease, always loving when Malik grew desperate enough to beg him for it, he found his own impatience wouldn't let him. Shoving home with one smooth thrust, they both grunted and groaned rather loudly at the feeling. Those silken walls clamped around his engorged member, leaving Altair panting softly and trying to steel his nerves so he didn't come on the spot. The elder male gave a slight quiver and a soft, breathy 'move', and the younger sucked in a deep breath before slowly sliding out. Every inch that escaped was felt and it seemed like an eternity before the entire length was forcefully shoved back inside its perfect sheath.

With two writhing bodies already so close, it didn't take long before Malik uttered a choked cry, spilling over the stone floor with a feeling of perfect pleasure and connection buzzing through his every nerve. That clamping, tight passage only growing tighter, it didn't take long for his lover to reach his peak, as well, tossing back his head with a feral growl of pleasure as he spilled inside the other's prone body. Soon, the pair slunk into the pillows once more, curled into each other's bodies and ignoring the stickiness between them. Soft whispers of long-forgotten words left them, before sleep overcame the Bureau and the two lay softly snoring, entangled in one another's arms.

Felt like some smut, but I don't know if I really like this one so much. I guess it was kind of a challenge to do smut without them speaking, I'm not so sure it turned out as well as I'd like. Let me know what you think, okay?