Word from Hack: Malik and Altaïr fluff. Some Alt/Mal for you.
This is an alternate; it wouldn't leave me alone so I had to post.
Altair is feeling a lil' holiday spirit~
On the 1st Day of Xmas the Brotherhood gave to me...
One lovely Da'i
"Novice, what are you holding over my head?"
Malik looked up from where he was laid against Altaïr. It had gotten too cold for missions outside and Templar activity was low anyway; especially with the snow falling heavily. It had also gotten chilly inside the Bureau. The two Assassins had decided to cuddle together in Malik's room on the bed made of pillows on the floor.
The Da'i had his back against his lover's chest, with Altaïr's arms around his waist and Malik's head against the man's shoulder. Altaïr's legs were also splayed comfortably on either sides next to Malik's own. Both men were covered by the Rafiq's outer coat and other blankets while surrounded by pillows.
"A...traditional plant, habibi," Altaïr only ever used the endearment when they were alone. It made Malik feel all warm inside. Lifting his head from where it lay against Altaïr's shoulder, he only caught a glimpse of the plant before he felt warm lips on his own.
The Da'i relaxed into the kiss; eventually the need to breathe making both Assassins break away. Malik rested back against Altaïr, eyes closed and lightly dozing. A chuckle made him open his eyes. He blinked when his vision focused on a plant dangling from Altaïr's fingers in front of him.
"Altaïr, that's what you held above me?" He sighed when another kiss was planted on his head.
"It's mistletoe, Malik." Altaïr said, offering no other explanation.
Wow.
That went well.
Owari~