This took me alot of editing, but I finally got it done. I just had to keep motivating myself to continue working on this one, because it is long, and you all already know how I feel about long chapters. But, I am willing to put more into these chapters, cuz that's what you all wanted, and I love u all for it.

And not much left to say, so enjoy~

The unbearable pain in Altair's body was becoming excruciating, having him curl into a fetal position, as he did his best to fight against his thirst. As he wrapped his arms around his torso; he tries to fight back his urges to hunt for blood. His eye sight was blaring red and as silence surrounded him, he could hear his heart beat rapidly. But, for how long he can keep this up, he didn't know. It would suck if he lost control of himself now. All it would take is just a scent of a human close by; and he'll go breaking loose and dash over there in an instant and sink his teeth into the unlikely soul.

Ezio came to an abrupt halt outside of the boys' restroom, quickly picking up his friend's scent again. As he entered through the doorway, he could hear someone panting heavily and grunting quietly. Ezio went further, pulling up his hoodie to cover his face from the bright lights in the room, hearing the noise get louder, realizing it is coming from one of the restroom stalls. "Altair?" He tried calling out.

Altair heard Ezio's voice, carefully getting up only to stagger to the door to the stall, "E-Ezio…I…I need…" He trailed off, unable to breathe properly.

"Altair? What happened?" Ezio came to the door quickly. When he got near the metallic door, placing his hand up to the door slowly, Altair had punched the door hard with his fist, leaving a huge dent in the center. Staring puzzled, Ezio didn't have a clue what was going on with his friend.

Altair leaned on the door for support, "I-I need…" He said, voice sounding rough and harsh in desperation.

The Italian understood what he wanted. He hastily removed his backpack, unzipping it to pull out only two blood packs, since they were all he had left. He stood up again, trying his best to get close enough to the door again, "We only have two blood packs left, Altair," He informed, "Will they be enough-"

"Just give them to me!" Altair growled.

Without hesitating, Ezio got down to his knees, getting low enough to successfully slide the packs through the opening underneath the door. Altair had picked them up, having difficulty opening the first one. After he got one of them open, he started to chug it all down as much as he could. Ezio had to wait a couple of minutes for his friend to finish up, before Altair finally pushed the busted door open, looking more relaxed and satisfied; blood was all over his jaw and chin, dripping to the floor. The Arabic had gone over to the sink, beginning to wash his face thoroughly, cleaning off any remaining blood stains around his face. "So, you feeling better?" Altair glanced over at him, but didn't answer, "What happened just now?"

"….Nothing" Altair responded.

"Oh?" Ezio looked at him quizzically, "And what about Malik?"

"What about him?"

"I saw you chasing after him when you left the gym, Altair." Ezio said, crossing his arms over his chest. "You didn't do anything bad to him, right?"

Altair stood up to his full height, glaring at the Italian, "Of course I didn't….He was able to get away from me before I could-" He trailed off.

"Before you could what?" Ezio raised a brow.

"Never mind" Altair said quickly, looking away.

The Italian sighed, "Clearly there is something wrong with you. You do seem to be behaving quite differently when you are around Malik…"

"Yeah, except he wasn't the reason why I was like this." Altair informed, "It was someone else…"

Ezio only shook his head slightly, "I could only presume that it was another student you came across?"

"No, not a student….A teacher."

"Well, I have seen some teachers around here that I grew suspicious of-"

"This one was different, Ezio" Altair glanced over at him, "The man I saw, was Robert De Sable."

"W-What? Are you certain?" There was that disbelieving look in Ezio's eyes, he could tell.

"I think so….The man looked like De Sable very much. But, his usual scent was not the same. And that made me very uncertain."

Ezio took a cautious step closer to his friend, "But….He is a vampire, right?"

"Yes?"

"This man looks almost identical to De Sable, yet, the scent from him was different?...Maybe you were mistaken."

Altair scowled, "No, I was not…The sound of his voice, and the way he would always glare at me; I knew there was something about him I didn't like. I can't be wrong about this!"

Ezio sighed, "Altair, you already said you were uncertain about him being our guy. His scent should be proof enough. And besides; there are a lot of people out there that may have particular features on their faces that have them looking identical. That is probably why you saw another Robert look alike." Altair lowered his gaze, not in the mood to start an argument in his condition. "And then what happened?" Ezio pressed on.

"Nothing…I had to hold myself back and wait for him to leave. Then, I ended up here…"

"Ah, now I see" Ezio said, understanding the situation, "Do you feel alright, though?"

Altair lifted an eyebrow, "I'm a bit thirsty still, but I think I will manage."

Ezio scrutinized his friend closely as he shifted on his feet. "So, why were you following Al-Sayf?" He asked.

Getting annoyed, Altair furrowed his brows, hating how Ezio brought up the subject from before, "I just wanted to have a little talk with him." He said simply

"About?"

Altair nearly gritted his teeth, but he resisted showing the annoyance in his face, "Nothing; it's not important."

"Mio amico, please. You shouldn't be afraid to tell me anything." He rested a hand to Altair's shoulder, only to get brushed off quickly.

"Don't tell me I'm afraid" Altair growled, turning around to walk toward the restroom door. Ezio rushed after him, barely grabbing him by the sleeve, stopping him before he reached the exit. "What now!?"

"I don't think it would be such a good idea for you to go out just yet."

"Why?"

"Because, you may not be well enough to be around students in your state; you may need more blood than what I've already given you." Ezio stated.

Altair only shrugged his shoulders, "I think I will get through my fourth class without any problems."

The Italian sighed, "Well, I can at least walk you back to your classroom, just to be sure."

The Arabic gave a small laugh, raising a brow, "What? Do you not trust me?"

"It's not that I don't trust you, Altair; it's just that I worry about you. And so do the others." Ezio said, looking at him seriously.

"I bet…" Altair muttered, storming out the doorway, with Ezio striding right behind him. He paused and glanced over at the Italian again, "If you feel it is necessary to escort me, then do whatever you want. Just don't blame me for your tardiness when you get back to your classroom."

As Altair started walking away from the Italian, Ezio gave a defeated sigh and just rolled his eyes, following after him.

After school

After the long lecture in class, Altair finally came out, sighing that class was over with for today. When he exited, he noticed that Ezio was waiting outside for him, just leaning casually against the wall as if the man was there throughout the fourth period. This was very unpleasant for Altair. He already had clarified to his friends that he wanted his space. But with Ezio barely scratching the surface of what is actually going on with him and monitoring him in his classroom; it was starting to make him feel that he has lost that privilege. He is going to have a long talk about this with Ezio later.

A buzz went off in Ezio's pocket. He reached for his cell phone, showing it had a text message. It said that Desmond wanted to meet him and Altair at the front of the main office, saying that it was important. Later, they went to their destination and they finally met up with the younger man at the area. Desmond gave a small smile at them as they walked up to him. "Hey guys" He said.

"What is up, Desmond? You needed to tell us something important?" Ezio asked.

"Not me; Lucy was the one that wanted to talk with us. She's on her way right now."

For a moment, Ezio and Altair shared a confused glance at each other, wondering what she wanted. Desmond's expression suddenly brightens when he saw her approaching, "Lucy…"

"Hey" She gave a smile to them, stopping in front of them.

"Is there something you wanted to tell us?" Altair asked, looking at her seriously.

Lucy glanced at him before speaking, "I wanted to talk to them, not you." She stated, nodding her head over at Desmond and Ezio.

Being left out of an important conversation? Is she hiding something? "Why? Are you keeping secrets from me?" He slowly narrowed his eyes at her.

"No, no secrets, I promise. I just need to discuss something with Ezio and Desmond only, if you don't mind." She said softly.

"About what exactly?"

Altair looked at her quizzically, then turning his attention to his friends. "Look, just wait for us out in the parking lot, Altair. We won't be long." Desmond said.

They all knew that he wasn't going to let this go so easily; they knew. Whatever it is that Lucy is going to share with the other two, she knows it's a matter of time before Altair finds out. Why would she be hiding something anyways? Is it something he won't approve of? Is he able to trust her? Now that he thinks about it, he is starting to question his alliance with this woman. He doesn't really know much about her. Except that she can be quite bitchy at times.

It took a few seconds for Altair to glance between his friends, shooting each of them a suspicious look. Until he finally did as he was told, much to his dislike. "Very well" He said quietly, turning on his heels and heading for an exit close by. Altair pushed through one of the clear glass doors, beginning to walk down the set of stairs, as he went down he passed by a person sitting on the steps, but came to a halt as soon as he caught that familiar scent. He glanced over his shoulder, seeing Malik sitting hunched over on the stairs, with a small book in hand. Malik was staring up at him with wide eyes, looking very flushed in the face. He suddenly narrowed his gaze, and turned his attention back to his book.

Altair bit his lower lip, forcing himself not to look in his direction. He continued to go down the steps, reaching the last step, but had to stop again. He looked back over at the smaller man, who was purposely covering his face with his book. "Malik…" The darker man flinched, but didn't bother moving his book down, "I-I'm sorry," Malik wasn't moving an inch, "About what happened earlier; I was not thinking clearly. I was just upset with you; I hated how you kept pushing me away and running off all the time. I'm starting to think this is becoming some kind of silly routine for us every time we see each other. And because of that I had assaulted you, but I couldn't get myself to stop." He said in almost a whisper as he stared down for a moment.

Malik slowly lowered his book, just barely enough to see over it.

"I understand if you are angry with me for it. I wouldn't blame you if you are…Just know that I am sorry if I ever was a nuisance to you. But, I promise I will try to leave you alone from now on."

As he turned around, beginning to take a few steps forward, Malik suddenly spoke up, "Altair, wait…" The taller man froze, anticipating what Malik was about to say to him. "There is no need for apologies. I was the one acting like a complete ass toward you. Everything I said in the locker room was indignant and rude and….Wrong."

"Hmm?" Altair quickly snapped his head around to see Malik going down the steps slowly. The darker male wasn't looking at him; he kept averting his eyes from Altair every time he took a step closer, with a hand sliding down the rails.

Malik paused right in front of Altair, only a few feet apart from him, crossing his arms "I was only afraid…"

Altair raised a brow, "Afraid of what?"

Malik bit his lower lip, turning his gaze at the ground, "I…..I am just afraid of having certain people get close to me. I am not used to this…..Having the company of another, and having them care for me."

Turning around fully, Altair could only stare at the shorter man. Right now, Malik was tensing up, face looking flush, and avoided eye contact. A smile creased Altair's lips, "So, that's the reason why you kept avoiding me?" Malik didn't answer, but a nod of his head was enough for a reply. Altair chuckled, "I know how that is like. The same happened to me a long time ago. I always avoided everyone in my life, and…I still do today; because I was different from them. Sure, I had people that were envious of me, hated my guts and other stuff like that. But there were others that actually liked me; even though, my feelings were never mutual."

"Wow, I never knew you were that type of person."

"Yeah well….Pretty much everyone I met in my life, I've never learned to like. It didn't really matter who was a friend to me and who wasn't."

Malik gave a small smile, "Perhaps, I should consider myself lucky. You don't seem to have a problem being around me." He chuckled.

"You should be…" Altair grinned, "I happen to like you a lot, Malik. You are precious to me."

Malik's face was heating up, and he began to rub his arm uncomfortably. He felt like shying away, but felt like his feet were glued to the ground, preventing him from escaping. He started to clear his throat, "Well, hopefully, we can put all this behind us now."

"….Perhaps" Altair said, his hands resting in his pockets.

"So, you and I are cool, right?"

"Of course…"

"Well then, I'm glad for that" Malik said, growing a nervous smile over his face, "Oh and…Uh, there is one more thing I need to ask of you."

"Hmm?"

"The time you fought with those students, getting them off my back I mean. I was grateful and all that you came to defend me at those times, I really am; but I'd appreciate it if you stop acting as my bodyguard." A thin line formed on Altair's lips, "I would hate to be the reason the both of us ended up getting suspended, because you feel the need to beat anyone that tries to touch me."

Somehow, Altair had a funny feeling he would bring that up. He only shook his head, "I'm afraid I cannot promise that."

Malik frowned, "What do you mean?"

"I am aware that you are a big target in this school. I'm gonna have to give you some protection, to prevent the other students from harming you." Altair gave a simple reply.

Malik clenched his fist, not liking that answer, "What makes you think you should feel obligated to protect me? If you keep getting into fights with other assholes, you'll eventually get in trouble for sure….Or even worse; you'll get me into trouble. Don't you see that!?" He said exasperatedly.

"I don't have much of a choice, Malik. You may not realize this, but students like Abbas are more dangerous than you may think." Altair explained, folding his arms. "They are hunters, and they will try to hurt you."

"What the hell do you know!? It's not like I was scared when Abbas was on the verge to pummel me to death." Malik sneered.

"It doesn't matter. It is complicated, so you wouldn't understand anyways." Getting a weird feeling in his chest, Altair turned his back on him, deciding that it was best to just walk away now, but Malik stormed after him, grabbing his arm, pulling him around to face him.

"It's not like I ever asked you to watch over me!"

"I know that; but, I couldn't care less if you need me or not. I shall continue to do as I please." Altair said calmly, yanking his arm free, taking his leave.

"Altair!" Malik grabbed him by the shoulder this time, successfully twisting the man around. "You idiotic novice; you're not listening to me." He nearly shouted, grasping him by the collar of his hoodie, and pulling him down to his eye level. Then without warning, Altair threw his hands up to cup Malik's face, roughly pulling him closer and crushing their lips together.

This sudden action had Malik blushing hard. He was staring wide eyed in shock as his hand was dropping down to his side, feeling as though he has lost the strength in his arm. His body felt weak, and helpless to the taller man, as his hands guided their way to Malik's neck and slowly to his shoulders. Malik watch through half lidded eyes as he was unable do anything but to give into this simple kiss; it didn't make much sense to him why he couldn't shove this man away and curse him for doing such a thing. He wasn't even sure if he wanted this to stop.

Malik had to be glad that Altair was holding him up right now; he felt like all the blood in his body was flowing to his head, and could have him passing out on the floor.

Altair slowly allowed his hands to wander down to Malik's hips, making sure to keep him in place. It amazed him that Malik wasn't reacting; he hasn't done anything to stop him yet. He wondered if he could take it further. Deciding to that action, Altair's tongue tried making its way through parting lips, easily slipping between them, and entering inside. As his tongue started to roam around, taking in every taste he could, that's when Malik's brain started working again. He began to squirm and push at Altair's chest, getting the taller man to let go of him. Malik successfully moved out of the man's reach, his hands flew up to cover his mouth, like a protective shield. Altair had a rather smug look as he notices the shorter man's silly reaction. Letting his arms fall to his sides, Malik started glaring at the taller man, "W-Why the hell did you do that!?"

Altair only smirked, "Do what?" He said, trying to act innocent.

"You were sticking your tongue down my throat, that's what you were trying to do!" Malik started wiping his lips with the back of his palm.

That had Altair laughing, "Is that what you think? Okay, I will be honest….I did. But, I just needed a way to shut you up completely." He explains, shaking his head. "So don't get the wrong idea."

"Uh?..." Malik blushed again. He stood up to his full height, crossing his arms over his chest. His gaze remained on the man, looking him up and down as if observing him. "Couldn't…Couldn't you have done something else that didn't have to do with you locking lips with me?"

Altair shrugged his shoulder, "Maybe…..Although, it was quite effective, wouldn't you agree?" That infuriating smirk was once again spreading over his face.

"Shut the fuck up" Malik's face went beat red.

Seeing that expression on the darker man's face had Altair raising a brow in curiosity. Sticking his hands in his pockets, he spoke up, "Don't be disappointed that it wasn't an actual kiss, MalMal."

Malik's eyes widen, tensing up a bit, that comment was really unexpected. His eyes quickly turned into slits, "I am not disappointed! You just caught me off guard, that's all." He spat, panic could be noticed in the tone of his voice; the blush on his cheeks was now spreading more over his face and neck area. From the sudden outburst, Altair felt his smirk falter into a frown. Breathing in slowly, Malik took a few seconds to compose himself, "Altair….I...I've never been kissed by a guy before." He said in a quieter, upset tone.

"Never, huh? Well, I don't see why you would be upset about this. Judging by your first experience, it looked like to me you were enjoying it just a while ago."

"Shut up!" Malik growled, "That doesn't mean anything. I am not like that; I'm not into men. I never was!"

Altair took a step forward, a devilish grin creeping over his face, "And how do you know that?" Noticing the sudden approach, Malik started backing up as the man came closer. He backtracks up until he reached the stairway, stumbling down and landing on his behind. The fall had given a painful sting to his back, as he was now laying on the set of stairs uncomfortably. Altair had stopped in front of him, crouching down before him, staring into his dark brown eyes. "If you are telling the truth; then you would have pushed me away a lot sooner."

Darting his eyes away, Malik bit back the urge to scowl, "It was only a delayed reaction. You did happen to take me by surprise, you know." He said quietly, carefully gazing into the taller man's eyes. Within those unsettling moments, Altair just stayed there, acting like a statue that wouldn't move a muscle.

Then he sighed, standing up straight, now staring the man down. "Hmph….I guess you're right. I am sorry about that." He extends his hand out, waiting for the darker man to do the same, but the other continued to stare up at him. Malik sat there silently, not making any movements, but after a while, he finally grabs Altair's hand, and gets pulled up to his feet. It barely occurred to them that they were within each other's space again, both watching the other closely. Altair scanned the other's eyes as if in search for something, while Malik stood stock still, contemplating if he should make a run for it or not move at all. It became quite obvious which one he chose.

"What?" He asked, blushing again.

Not realizing how long he was staring, Altair had averted his eyes, starting to move back in his tracks, "Nothing…" He said, turning his back on Malik once again, and started striding off.

"Now wait a minute!" Malik called out to him, gaining his attention. He isn't finished with him yet.

Altair glanced over his shoulder, his golden eyes gleaming at the shorter man, "Yes?" He smiled.

That look on Altair's face had Malik shrink back a bit. He shifted on one foot to the other nervously, "…..Never mind."

Altair's smile nearly faltered, but only to grow into a wider smile, "I'll catch you later, Malik." He said as he started to take his leave.

Watching Altair stalking towards the parking lot, Malik went over to the staircase, walking up and retrieving his book he had left alone. He held it in his hands for quite a while, before deciding to put it away in his backpack, no longer in the mood to read.

He just sat there where he previously was, with his arms over his knees, thinking in thought about what Altair had said to him. It was nothing to strain his mind over, since he knew Altair was just having his fun, but….Malik has been acting differently whenever the taller man was around. Every time he saw Altair, he'd have a strange feeling on the inside; like having butterflies in his stomach as a way to describe it. But, this wasn't going to have him start questioning his sexuality….Or was it?

Okay, so maybe once or twice he had fantasized about kissing another man, just to know what that was like, but he'd never had that chance, because he was afraid to actually do it. And now that he has, it was a lot more satisfying than he thought. But, would he have courage enough to admit this to Altair- He dismissed that thought, standing to his feet and deciding to go back inside the school. His head felt hot and the heat from outside was making it worse for him to even think anymore. One thing that was left on his mind was….He really hoped that no one had witnessed what happened out here.

Darim saw the student enter into the building, through the second floor window. He had been sitting on the open window sill, looking out to the view; until he started hearing voices coming from below, and that's when he caught that familiar guy, Altair, talking with someone. Oh, he heard and watched everything that had went on between the new kid and….Al-Sayf he believes. And he saw the little kissing scene too. He was puzzled for a while when the two had kissed, but that didn't disturb him in any way. It was only shocking to him that the tough looking new guy was like that. And he had done it with the kid that has such a bad reputation in this school. Yes, he knows about Malik Al-Sayf. He is the one who claims of predicting the future or some weird shit like that. Of course he doesn't think that's true, you'd have to be crazy if you believe any of those rumors. "Hmm…" He cocked his head to the side; a devilish smile crept over his face, "Altair with the Al-Sayf kid. This just got a whole lot better." He laughed softly.

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And I am sorry if I took so long. I will try to work on the next one, if I am in the mood. It can be sooner or could take while depending on how things are going for me. I've just been feeling negative lately at home. Just some things been going on, but I blame some of it on my father ):