"Fucking jackass, he was just asking for my fist in his face." Altair slurred as Malik pulled him backward through the crowd. The people moved aside to allow them to pass, uneasy looking expression on their faces.
"You promised to behave yourself Altair, we aren't teenagers anymore, getting drunk and beating people up isn't what we do." Malik whispered harshly, as Altair all but fell onto the raise platform; luckily there were plenty of cushions to soften his fall.
"But he was trying to steal my money Mal, he was asking for it." Altair whined like a child, looking completely innocent- or as innocent as Altair could manage-. Malik resisted the urge to smile and sat down, giving Altair the looks of no amusement and crossing his arms. Altair sat up, moulding his body to the shape of Malik's back and wrapping his arms around his torso.
"Don't be mad at me, please, don't be mad." Altair whimpered nuzzling his head between Malik's shoulder blades and mouthing against the fabric of his shirt. Malik's face wavered as he hummed, leaning into the touch. There was no point staying mad at Altair, the younger assassin was totally off his head and he doubted he'd remember any of this in the morning.
"I guess I can forgive you for the time being, but I'm not going to forget this Altair. Next time we go out you are not allowed to drink" Altair moaned weakly against his back, resting his head on Malik's shoulder and breathing against his neck. Malik could smell the alcohol, but the feeling of Altair's warm breath tickling against his skin gave a reason not to push him away.
"My Malik always takes care of me... my beautiful Malik is always sorting out my shit." Altair mumbled tiredly as the alcohol sunk deeper into his systems. Malik's breath hitched... had Altair just said what he thought he'd said. No, he was drunk out of him mind, Altair didn't know what he was saying. Even if the words did send a shiver down his spine and an immense feeling of being wanted shocked his systems.
Slipping his hands backwards into Altair's jeans pocket, Malik flipping open his partners phone and checked the time. It was long past midnight, no wonder why Altair was getting tired. Snapping the phone closed, Malik took Altair' hands in his own and whispered
"Do you want to sleep?" Altair whimpered and nodded gripping Malik tighter as he breathing got slightly heavily.
"I didn't mean right now Altair; wait until we've got a room at least." Malik sighed, prising Altair's reluctant arms from around his body and getting up. Altair lolled his head before getting up and following sluggishly after Malik.
They found Ezio at the other side of the garden with his brother and date. Altair tensed, wrapping his arm back around Malik and pulling him flush against his side. Ezio's date was a flirt, and the little slut needed to know who belonged to who.
"Ezio, Altair and I are going to retire, we've both consumed a reasonable amount of alcohol and it's about we got some sleep." Ezio smiled and got up, hugging the two men in one big group hug.
"Si, Si amici, sleep well and I'll see you in the morning, you know where your room is?"
"Yes thank you, see you in the morning Ezio." Malik stepped back and turned on one heel, pulling Altair after him. Malik lead Altair through the house, recapping the directions in his head until he found he room he was looking for. Altair was starting to lose his footing slightly and had taken a more braced position on Malik's side.
Altair hit the end of the bed and flopped down as he body turned into dead weight. Malik chuckled as he undressed. Altair fumbled with his clothes and eventually managed to wriggle out of them in an awkward fashion before slipping groggily under the covers and spooning himself against Malik's back. He fell into a drunken sleep a matter of seconds afterwards.
In the morning.
"Oh my fucking head." Altair groaned, shielding his eyes against the rays of sunlight that appeared way too bright. Malik chuckled and rolled over, his body blocking out the light. Altair felt like someone was trying to bash his head open with a spade, his stomach was churning uncomfortably but he still had a fetish for something covered in grease. He buried his head in the soft pillow, welcoming the soft darkness that enclosed around him. He felt Malik's hand stroke his hair for a moment before he got up. Turning his head slightly, Altair watched Malik dress, his body silhouetting against the sunlight and casting a shadow over Altair's eyes. He smiled softly before turning his head back into the pillow.
"I'm going to get something for breakfast, join me when you're ready." Malik whispered in Altair's ear, giving his hair a finale affectionate stroke before walking away. Altair listened until the gentle pat of bare feet faded and the click of the door being shut rung in his ears. Groaning, he got up, being careful to move slowly to avoid a blood rush. The room rocked slightly, his vision blurring; he blinked as he walked into the bathroom connected to the room.
Turning the tap on, Altair splashed his face with water, rubbing the coolness into his face and clearing his eyes of sleep dust. Passing his wet hands over his hair, Altair looked at himself in the mirror. He didn't look rough, his golden eyes may have dulled a bit with grogginess, but apart from that he didn't look so bad.
Pulling on his baggy jeans and his black hoody over his chest, Altair opened the door and walked out. Looking up and down the hallway, Altair bit his lip, he had no idea where he was going, he hadn't really listened to Ezio when he was telling them directions. Taking a lucky guess, Altair turned left and carried on down the hall. He smelt the coffee before he heard the noise.
Ducking under an archway in the wall, Altair sighed inwardly. He had reached the right place. Malik was by the coffee maker, stirring his black coffee with a spoon. Ezio was sat a leather sofa, yawning loudly. To Altair's surprise, Ezio friend Leonardo, was sat at the breakfast bar nipping toast. So , he had stayed the night, Altair couldn't help the small grin that spread across his face as he went over to Malik.
"Morning Mal." Altair yawned since he hadn't exactly been very talkative earlier on since he felt like crap. Malik glanced at him and rolled his eyes.
"Haven't you heard of modesty?" Malik said pointing to Altair's totally exposed chest since his zip up hoody wasn't done up. Altair shrugged, pouring himself out a glass of water from the filter.
"I know you like it." Malik rolled his eyes and took a sip of his coffee. Altair smirked, hoisting himself up onto the counter top and taking a banana from the fruit bowl.
"Leonardo, what are you doing today?" Ezio finally piped up from the corner. Leonardo, turning in the chair, swallowing whatever was in his mouth before replying
"I was just going to do some commissions and mark some school work, why do you ask?" Leonardo said politely as always, eyes sparkling slightly. Ezio dragged his fingers through his hair, suddenly looking uncomfortable.
"I was just wondering... if you would like some company." Altair and Malik exchanged a glance, both of them holding a knowing grin on their faces. Both of them knew attraction when they saw it, if only the people involved would see it too.