Summary: Altair can't forget what he was forced to do to his master and he can't cope with it, who will come to save him. Rated M for Angst, self harming, attempted suicide. Eventually Altair/Malik
Disclaimer: I only own a copy of Assassin's creed not the rights to it. I make no money from this story so I can't lend any to anyone.
To the bitter end
Bold: Peoples thought
"Now we have a lot of talking to do as I recall."
Altair blinked once, twice and then a big grin spread across his face. He nuzzled his head further in Malik's chest and whispered;
"Yeah, let's go back to my room."
Malik looked over the younger mans shoulder and nodded to the other two men who were sitting down. Ralim simply waved his hand in a nonchalant manner and Doctor Ishtar smiled as he watched them leave his house. When they were gone the Doctor turned to Ralim with a confused look on his face.
"Why did you ask him to tell us his feelings about Malik?"
Ralim chuckled slyly.
"Malik was feeling a little nervous, he thought Altairs feelings might have changed after a year being apart. That was just my way of reassuring him."
The doctor's grin grew sly.
"You're sneaky, you know that."
"That's why I'm an assassin."
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They didn't even make it to the door before they were devouring each other. Altairs bedroom door flung open and Malik stumbled in, holding Altair aloft with his one hand and Altairs legs around his hips.
"I…thought we were going…to talk."
Altair pushed him onto his bed and looked down with a devilish grin.
"Talk later…promise. God Malik I've missed you so much."
Malik back arched as Altair bent over him and bit down hard on his neck and lapped the mark that he left. He looked up at the pleasured look on Malik's face and grinned.
"Mine!"
"Yes…yes I'm yours."
Malik's mind was hazy, he knew there was something important he should have been talking about but he couldn't think what it was, especially with Altairs tongue running over his throat. He heard a rip and looked down to see Altair pulling apart his shirt. He pouted down at the younger man.
"That was my favourite shirt."
Malik's heart skipped a beat as Altair looked back up at him with eyes clouded with lust. Malik knew that he had to intervene now. They needed to talk. He didn't want to make love to Altair until they had sorted everything out. He gently pushed Altair back, laughing slightly at the large amount of resistance the usually stoic man was giving him.
He must really want this bad
Altair gave him a wounded look and Malik quickly grabbed his head and put a heart-felt kiss on his lips.
"I want you Altair but I want to talk first. Then I'll give you what you want so badly."
Altair frowned and ground his hips down into the older mans, earning himself another groan and a sharp shove. Malik groaned, arched his hips and looked up at his partner;
"Later."
Altair frowned and sniffed, getting up off of Malik. Malik couldn't contain the grin at the sight of the grumpy assassin, Altair sat down with his arms and legs folded and looked over at his lover.
"Okay Malik so you wanted to talk?"
Malik sat up and flashed a blinding smile at his boyfriend.
"Yeah, it's been so long since we saw each other last that I want us to catch up before we start tearing each others clothes off."
Altair gave a sultry smile and scooted up the bed, closer to his love.
"Why can't we do it the other way around?"
Malik rolled his eyes, sometimes his Altair acted more like a teenager than a hardened assassin. He gently laid his hand onto of Altairs.
"Because I want everything straightened out, then I'll love you anyway you want me too."
Altair smirked at his boyfriend;
"You do know how clichéd that sounds don't you?"
"Yes but I meant every word."
Malik loosely embraced Altair and leant his head onto the young mans shoulder. He really had missed him a lot and now he was back with him he wouldn't let the other man out of his sight.
"I never stopped thinking about you. Every second I was away from here felt like an eternity."
Altair squeezed the man in his arms; he felt a slight shudder run through the older man and grinned. He rubbed his cheek against Malik's and sighed. He dreamt about this for years and now he had the man he'd longed for in his arms, and he was going to be able to make love to him. He smiled.
Dream come true
"So how have you been Altair?"
"Fine, Ralim says my psychosis is almost gone and the doctor helped heal all the cuts on my arms but I'm going to have some serious scarring."
Malik frowned and pulled up Altairs sleeve. Sure enough there was new scarring all over his arm but there were also fainter ones, many years old.
"There are older scars."
"Those are from the fights I got into. You can't be an assassin without getting hurt."
Malik nodded in understanding. He'd got quite a few scars where he had been careless and let an enemy get too close or a lucky swing in. He gently kissed Altairs arm and earned a breathless gasp as a reward. He grinned, gave a quick lick and pulled away.
"They do nothing to detract from your beauty that comes from the inside. Altair you're a good guy no matter what I or anybody else might have said and I've love you for such a long time. I was just incredibly dense and didn't see it."
Altairs eyes welled up and he pulled Malik's face towards his. He placed a small kiss on Malik's lips and pulled back. He gently stroked it and looked deep into Malik's eyes. Malik was shocked at the amount of love and trust that was in them. An assassin was trained to conceal his feelings and when they were shown it was a sight to behold. Like when Malik had raged about Altair's incompetence, that was a breaking of his own barriers, but seeing Altair pour out his emotions through his eyes it took Malik's breath away and all he could do was utter three words.
"I love you."
Mega short chapter I know but I currently have the mother of all writers blocks so if you bear with me I will try to work through it. Sorry again and thanks to everyone who has read this and stuck with it, it's appreciated. Please R and R, no flames thank you.