Recapture.

Well… I hope I was able to give you a good time today Altair."

His comment was responded by a light nod and another gaze from those soft amber eyes. Dastan could only hope that this would help to claim who was truly his from their first encounter, stepping up slightly to the other. Altair showed no sign of drawing back, giving the prince the courage. He leaned in quickly, gently placing a soft kiss onto the others lips, watching as amber eyes widened in shock. He held it there for a few seconds before pulling back, turning to head back to the palace, his grin as wide as his the distance from ear to ear.

Altair could only watch as the male left, his cheeks flushed a deep red. After collecting his thoughts and reality once again hit him, he gave a soft smile entering his temporary home.

'Maybe I won't kill you tonight… Dastan.'

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Chapter Three - Little Light

'Dark tresses mangled together, interlocking in droplets of sweat as he felt soft lips grazing the soft coils of hair; nips to the flexing muscles as skilled hands caressed his body. He could only shutter in response; calloused finger desperately trying to remain gentle, locked in its on carasses with the exposed nape of the male's neck. The gentle dangers of someone knowing every place to touch, every place to nurture, left his body auto-responsive.

His hand guided by his yearning desires routed ghostly against the ivory tone, only stopping once it reached the damaged skin tissue that somehow enhanced everything about the one before him. His thumb praising those soft lips earning a hasty welcome when said lips engulf his appendage, wet, warm, inviting. The motion earned a gasp from the bewildered prince as he watched in adornment as amber seas focused on him. His captivator, rose as he began to remove his garments, which only tightened the prince's. There was a whisper followed by a content smile as the robe began to slip beyond his shoulders'

Dastan awoke in a flutter. Panting he sat up rubbing back the sweaty locks that had formed in his time of rest. His eyes remained a gaze to the formed structure between his thighs faintly hidden only by the dampened silk that covered his lower half.

'This was more intimate. Recalling my sleep only floods me with memories that haven't happened.'

He let off a soft groan, unable to reject the resurfacing feelings of his captivating assailant, the feeling of his lips a haunt to his body. Touching his own in recollection, he found himself biting at the sensation as he fell into lust, for the rest of him wanted to experience those lips.

' it's dangerous how alive I feel for someone who's to put me down.'

The analysis earned a soft chuckle before he fell back with an exhausted sigh. It was only the 2nd sunrise and here he lied, swooning and craving a being... a man sent to kill him no less... never truly comprehending his own feelings or intentions. Was it lust; the distinct puzzling indecision of waking moments before an eternal sleep? Or curiosity; he was one most familiar with men physiques as he knew women, but there was a hidden underlying message behind amber windows.

' Could it be promise?'

His thoughts projected to the world as a questionable whisper, he steadied himself on the edge of the bed. The faint kisses of the sun tendering to the chill left from the cool night. Maybe in time he would understand what he sought in the assassin, but even still...

Would it matter?

Will it mean more than what's truly at stake

So many thoughts, but in time. With that in mind, he set to wash himself with the new ponder of the message sent to him by his brother prior to his slumber.

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Amber eyes set on the rising sun, watching as light painted the dark canvas of the night. He hadn't slept; sleep felt nonexistent with the day before replaying... reminding.

He felt like a failure. He felt misguided

He felt needing.

No mission has ever protruded his path array, but the reawakening of yearn with the soft tone of olive skin, chocolate eyes and audible bliss of a soothing tone. *smack* He scoffed, rubbing his reddening cheeks as he attempted to shake off the image that dazzled him. Why? Why could he not see the mission? Why could he now see the man, the being? Why him?

" Puzzled is not something I'm used to seeing you attire"

The voice force Altair to turn abruptly, greeted only by a mocking smirk laced with underlying disappointment. Altair sighed as he fixed his posture, frowning in response to the accompanied.

"Malik... you're looking finicky"

" And you look like you're a day late on your mission"

The seriousness of his tone caused invisible flinch from the cloaked man. Malik, slowly making himself visible as he approached Altair with a swift calculated motion. His step as swift as the gentle breeze and within seconds amber was faced with deep raven pools. Malik gave a frustrated rub to his amputated limb before his hand crashed down onto the head of Altair, his childish nature in full display, forcefully rubbing the buzzed cut male's scalp.

"Why the hell are you still here? And why didn't you report back to the scouting camp! I had to ride all the way here and that is a whole days travel! You were supposed to meet me half way idiot so what happened huh!?"

Altair groaned as he gave little fight before removing his friend's hand. In response, he lightly chopped Malik in the head before he peered towards the towering palace centered within the city. The silent response caused Malik to peer over to the site as well before he made a small inference.

"Is he a challenging adversary? It's not like you to still be on a mission"

Altair couldn't respond with words, but the confusion of his heart portraying through his eyes. How could he explain this, even to his right hand companion? Would Malik understand or will he laugh at him? His brows furrowed as he turned away in frustration, causing Malik to focus his attention to the back of his head. Malik may not understand Altair in entirety, but he knew when something truly left him in conflict and as his friend he ensured to always support the male in any way that provided the comfort. With minimal understanding, Malik stepped back with one more questioning stare before he ruffled his short locks and sighed.

"Well if it's time you need, I guess I can form a fib or two to give you time... but our hiree wants this done within the coming week before the ceremony."

With that final message, Malik turned on his heels. Pacing back to the small hostel, Altair motioned with his own quest... to figure out whether he could go through with this mission or not.

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As he ventured throughout the palace, the warm morning breeze brushing exposed skin in welcome, Dastan gave a relieved smile looking yonder beyond the small window opening. The city was always a wonderful site in the late passing of dawn, but the warm glow of the sand architect only pulled the image of Altair to prospective. It had only been but a couple of days in the two knowing each other but the magnetic feel of the other's presence made the longevity of their acquisition seem that much more than it truly was. A moon's passing felt like a decade risen and as much as it left Dastan confused, it also left him longing.

Longing slowly turned into yearn the longer his thoughts strung along on his memory film, a slight need to be in the presence of the other surfacing.. until..

" HEY DRUNKARD SOWELL YOU'VE RISEN AFTER TWO DAWNS!"

His thoughts were interrupted by the rambunctious vocals of his frightful but rather in bubbly older brother. Tus.

Tus was the elder of the three princes, being the eldest he held a hierarchy towards business regarding the empire in steed to the recent absence of their late father King Sharaman. Shoulder length waves of brunette dancing swiftly along broad upper build, almost stealing the shine of his lessened height factor to his younger siblings. Draped in formal gold attire suited for a grooming king, the leadership that's accompanied his suit identical to his ice blue irises and proud smile.

"Surely you speak on yourself dear brother"

Dastan bellowed in his own joyous response engulfing his brother in the strongest hug he could give, the familiarity returned in tow.

"I was just on my way to your quarters, I received your letter and must inquire on your thoughts"

Tus gave a devilish smiles, near impish how it spread from ear to ear, strong hands grasping Dastan's shoulders. With a light shake to the younger he once again spoke with no discrepancy.

"Brother it's time you and Garsiv sowed your future as wistful young men. I propose a Bridal Ceremony for you two!"

Dastan could only see the genuineness of his brother's actions but the gesture was not of interest to him. He had someone on his mind as of late, there was no need for anyone else to accompany... however his brother has never done anything to purposefully wrong him.

Also knowing Garsiv, he only agreed to this ceremony with understanding that Dastan had already agreed to it as well. Tus was pretty convincing when he felt the need to be. Or when he had something bigger in mind.

"Assuming Garsiv agreed to this because I have myself?"

"Calculated assumptions shows promise of a wise fool"

"Insulting said wise fool is only a foil to your future endeavors is it not?"

The witty comeback relieved a heartily laugh, the genuineness earning a chuckle from Dastan as well. Tus' positivity was as infectious and admirable as his leadership capability. Although the assassin held vacancy to his mental, encouraging the middle brother to finally focus on someone that was not an adversary did not show negative promise.

Garsiv was pretty socially inept.

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Altair, following his conversation with Malik, took the opportunity to discover what exactly could someone possibly want the young prince death for. He was last seated as holder to the throne, making his elder brother, the stand-in king, to be the most suitable for targeting. He held no rank in the militia that protected Persia, to Altair's understanding the other brother sought to those handling therefore where it would have been possibly difficult in conducting, that sibling's suitability for assassination set a higher priority than the charming bachelor. The swivel of questions stumped the young male until his frustration became slightly visible. He'd ventured through taverns, small courts of vendors, questioning and hinting to the prince.

He only got fawning broads and bellowing bloaks.

However, none could give inference to why anyone would want the young man dead. It only further forced questioning, 'was the mission worth diverging ?' This gave no light to Altair's sense of ethical importance. He only followed through with reason. He had learned long ago not every mission if suited to follow blindly,' the owl was not consider wise because of what it saw.

He took a swig of his nectar, peering outward to the busy streets from his seated position. It was becoming increasingly difficult for him not to hold Dastan within his thoughts… worse off none of those thoughts pertaining to his assignment. His mental paraded by the reminiscent of the other's touch, lingering electricity from soft lips.

He blushed. 'Hold it together.' Still such a rarity, he'd feel so lost for …words, emotions a plethora of allusion to someone who discarded what it meant to feel.. and essentially have a heart. It made the task easier, quicker, and more importantly left him keen. No one to protect but himself and his credence, meaning nothing to fear other than death itself and even that after a period was less frightening than what he ensured momentarily. The situation at hand was more than allusive, and the loss of clarity left the pale man paler. A growing banter between women at first grazed his hearing, until the repeated mentions of the 'charming one' and 'princess to be' kept surfacing. Peering into the detail he came to understand of a ceremony within the coming moons, held in regards to wedding the two younger of the royal family. The slight sting in his chest left subtle disbelief that the news affected him, however his curiosity displayed a undertone of feelings to the gossip behind him.

'There isn't anything to be ill tempered about… this should make my mission easier….' With a few more minutes in thought.. 'but it won't hurt to find out the severity of this ceremony myself… a few days won't set me too far back. Right?'

That question was more to himself, as he questioned the integrity of his procrastinating intentions.

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