Chapter 13
Sorry it took me so long to post this, I have been sick this week and haven't really felt like writing. The chapter might seem a little odd, again, I'm not really in my right mind right now, so sorry.
Altair had guided Malik to the bed and laid him down. Malik grunted against Altair's lips as the younger assassin continued to kiss him. He spread Malik's legs open but was stopped when Malik hit his shoulder. Altair pulled away and raised an eyebrow, "What?" Malik took a deep breath and pushed Altair off, "What makes you think I want you here?" Malik leaned his back against the wall behind his bed and glared at the younger assassin. Altair scratched his head, "I just assumed…" Malik put his hand over Altair's mouth.
"That is your problem, novice." Malik said with a hint of annoyance, "You assume, you do not actually think." Malik scoffed and removed his hand, "You are young, and you let your heart tell you how to do things. That is another problem of yours. You are too immature!" Altair nipped Malik's ear and whispered, "I am only a few months younger than you, Malik…" Malik frowned and tried pushing Altair away, "This is not about physical age, Altair. You do not think about consequences. You were like that ever since we were both apprentices." Altair pulled away looking into Malik's eyes.
"I didn't think you remembered me being an apprentice at the same time as you were." Altair said in slight amusement. Malik frowned narrowing his eyes, "What are you talking about? How could I not remember you being an apprentice? You were the favorite of all our mentors…" Altair frowned going back on his heels. He pulled his hood up over his eyes and his frowned deepened, "I only say that because you ignored me our entire apprenticeship." Malik frowned his arm falling to his side, "How could anyone ignore you? You were the perfect student. Except of course, for your knack of disobeying the creed and nearly everyone else."
Altair frowned and crawled off the bed. Malik watched him with curiosity, "Why do you bring this up?" The younger assassin crossed his arms, "Because you never spoke to me, you told your brother to stay away from me but we never spoke and we never had trained together…" Malik frowned raising an eyebrow "What are you talking about? We went on missions together all the time…" Altair frowned pinning Malik to the bed, "No, not as children, not as apprentices. You acted like I was a deadly disease and stayed as far away from me as possible…" Malik struggled against the younger assassin's grasp. Altair released him and backed away. Malik narrowed his eyes and sneered.
"Do you think because I stayed away from you I didn't remember you? You were my one rival as an apprentice, even if you did not know it. I kept my distance because if I did go near you I would have probably tried to fight you." Malik sat straight up glaring at the younger assassin, "Do you honestly believe that I would be like everyone else in Masayf and fawn over you? You had corrupted my brother, but you would not corrupt me!" Malik looked away narrowing his eyes, "At least that was what I once thought." Altair remained silent, standing over Malik. The older assassin frowned and bit his fist.
"Shaytan has cursed me with you…" Malik mumbled as he turned his head up to face Altair, "You are a burden to me, a curse. Our unity is nothing but a sin, a sin I will never be able to face down for as long as I live. I am now nothing but a joke to Allah, a shame to my brother's memory. The things I have done are blasphemous…" Altair frowned clenching his fists and forcefully pinned Malik back. Malik blinked in shock, the wind knocked out of him. Altair sneered and shook him once.
"A curse? A curse?! If I was a curse, then why did you let me make love to you? You could have said no! You did not have to do any of the things you did, do not blame that on ME! You blame me for all that has happened, but perhaps it is your fault as well!" Malik sneered and pushed Altair away, "How dare you blame me for anything that happened! It was your entire fault, all of it! You may not have wielded the blade but your insolence had proved fatal!" Malik narrowed his eyes and turned his face away. Altair took Malik's head in his hands and forced the older assassin to look at him.
"We all make mistakes. It is unfortunate about what happened to Kadar and what happened to your arm, but that was the Templar's who did that, not I…" Malik frowned and tried to pull away. Altair pulled Malik close and held him tight so he could not get away. Malik struggled against the younger assassin's grasp but soon relaxed. Altair dug his fingers into Malik's side and frowned deeply, "It was not my fault… Why do you resent me even after I have tried to make it up to you?" Malik frowned and fought against Altair's grasp, "You did not try to make it up to me, you are just trying to further your own position and damn my soul to Jahannam." Malik tried to pull away again and glared at the younger assassin. Altair frowned and whispered, "I told you I would not leave until you put our past behind you…" Malik narrowed his eyes.
Malik tried to pull away but Altair kept a solid grip on the older assassin. Malik grunted and narrowed his eyes, "Never forget the past; there are important lessons to be learned from the mistakes of the past." Altair frowned and leaned in closer, "Do you ever get a nose bleed from taking the high road all the time?" This made Malik smirk a little bit. Altair leaned in and bit on Malik's bottom lip, and Malik tried to pull away, "Get away novice…" Altair chuckled dryly and pinned Malik to the bed crawling on top of him, "If you will not forget about the past, then I shall force you to live in the present, at least for a little while…" Altair's lips pressed against Malik's and he pressed tight against the older assassin. Malik tried to pull away, but soon feel into a lustful state and kissed Altair back, opening his mouth slightly.