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Kadar A-Sayf slipped into his room and leaned back against the door with a relieved sigh, shutting his eyes momentarily. It had been a long, grueling day. Now having reached the age of twenty the training he still received from his instructors and fellow assassins while not on a mission was a substantial step up from what it was in previous years. Having treated himself to a much-needed cool soak in the small lake outside of Masyaf after his lessons the young assassin was feeling rather content to just relax for the remainder of the evening, later challenge Malik to a game or few of chess perhaps.

“Happy birthday, my dear brother.”

Kadar’s eyes flew open in surprise at the voice, having not noticed anyone else in the room. He mentally kicked himself for letting his guard down; even in Masyaf it wasn’t entirely safe. As it was, he could now only gape wide-eyed at the sight before him, and what a tantalizing sight it was too. Standing off to the side near the small window Malik bit back a proud grin at the bewildered, almost disbelieving expression on his younger siblings’ face.

“Isn’t he just lovely, brother? A gift, if you will. I thought you may like him; a little bit on the feisty side, though I’m sure you won’t mind too much…” he trailed off with a wink and a chuckle. Kneeling rather obediently at his feet was none other than Altaïr ibn La’Ahad glowering viscously at a spot over Kadar’s shoulder, his wrists and ankles bound behind him and a deep angry flush spreading across his cheeks. A folded leather strip between his bared teeth was no doubt the only thing preventing any number of profanities at either brother’s expense. Naked as the day he was born, the only other item adorning his delectably toned body, Kadar noted, was a makeshift collar around his neck, the attached leash dangling playfully between Malik’s fingers. As Kadar’s eyes raked hungrily over his ‘gift’, the eldest smiled openly and handed the length of leather to his stunned brother with a friendly clap on the shoulder and a whispered “enjoy your present, I worked hard for that”, before quietly exiting, leaving the two other men alone in the room. Well, that changes the evening’s plans a bit now doesn’t it, Kadar smirked…

At the sound of the door shutting behind him Kadar came out from his shocked stupor and moved forward. He slowly circled the other man; wetting his rapidly drying lips as he surveyed his prize. Briefly, he wondered just how the hell his brother managed to get a fellow assassin – especially this one in particular - in such a position; he would have to ask him later. Altaïr glared defiantly back with unguarded hostility – and, was that a faint flicker of nervousness? - in response whilst subtly shifting in a fruitless attempt to conceal his privates, clearly not at all impressed by the situation. The younger of the two crouched before the other assassin, faces a mere inch apart, and ran rough gloved fingertips down his face in a soft caress, laughing softly when Altaïr flinched away from the touch with a deep growl. Kadar was positive Altaïr would have spat in his face were he able to. By the gods, he was going to enjoy this.

“Now now, my dear pet, none of that,” he said teasingly, accompanying his words with a light slap and extracting another snarl for his efforts. “Your master desires complete utter obedience from you. Understand?” Receiving nothing more than a sharpened scowl in response Kadar back-handed the other sharply across the face, the metal studs adorning the knuckles of his glove trailing minute scratches over the soft flesh of his cheek. “I said, do you understand me, pet?” he spat. Seething silently Altaïr gave a slight jerk of his head that Kadar generously interpreted as an affirmative.

“What a good boy” he crooned, nipping playfully at Altaïr’s lips before drawing back. The flush over Altaïr’s cheeks darkened, and the younger A-Sayf knew later he was going to pay dearly for his treatment of the higher-ranking man; nevertheless he couldn’t seriously bring himself to care at this time . After all the ridicule and belittlement he had endured over the last few years as the assassin’s plaything he felt a little payback was definitely in order, regardless of how short-lived, and damn if he wasn’t going to push it. A sudden hot flash of arousal swept through him at the mere thought of Altaïr – of all people! - at his complete and utter mercy. Holding the leash reasonably slack between his fingers he moved to settle comfortably on the edge of his cot, shrugging off his hood and robes, having already removed the majority of his weaponry before bathing. Clothed now only in his breeches Kadar beckoned the other assassin over.

“Come here.” His smile at Altaïr was sickeningly sweet, a mock attempt at reassurance; the gesture wasn’t returned as Altaïr was evidently too busy trying to burn a hole through the wall with his gaze, acting as though Kadar had never spoken. He may have – somehow – allowed himself to be put in such a state, but that didn’t mean he was going to make it easy for the A-Sayf brother. The younger mans’ demeanor changed abruptly at the lack of response, eyes narrowing dangerously as he yanked sharply on the makeshift leash. “I believe I asked you to come here!” he snarled, and Altaïr stumbled marginally in his surprise at the harsh tug around his neck, managing to regain his balance just in time to prevent his face from having a nasty collision with the hard stone floor. Awkwardly shuffling forward on his knees –deliberately slow, Kadar was sure - he reached the young man without any further mishaps. In a mixture of mild irritation at Altaïr’s lack of cooperation and getting into the role he’d been offered, Kadar clutched the others’ short hair painfully tight and jerked his head back roughly until he met his eyes.

Leaning down uncomfortably close to the master assassin Kadar whispered vehemently into his ear, “I dislike it immensely when those lesser than myself refuse to obey me; they deserve to be punished, in my eyes.” Loosening his grip on Altaïr to pet his head instead, he nuzzled against his lightly-stubbled face much to the others chagrin, who in his current position daren’t move with the other switching moods so fast; he’d in the past seen messy results of that. Speaking soothingly Kadar amended; “should said pet behave in a satisfactory manner, however-” he mouthed Altaïr’s ear and suckled lightly on the lobe, eliciting a reluctant muffled gasp, “I may feel inclined to reward them in turn”.

Altaïr struggled as he was hoisted over the other’s knees with surprising strength; however the naked assassin’s movements were severely hampered by his restraints and proceeded to cease entirely when Kadar looped his fingers beneath the makeshift collar and tugged, reducing his airflow somewhat.

“I don’t think you’re in any position to struggle, my sweet,” he crooned softly. “You’ve been a bad boy; your defiant behaviour shan’t go unpunished.”

With the fingers of one hand still holding the collar should Altaïr choose to put up a fight, Kadar slid his other hand softly down the others’ back, admiring the taut muscles and perfect dips and curves of his body, contrasting the soothing touch occasionally by tracing over the occasional scar littering – adorning, he corrected – the assassin’s flesh deeply with his fingernails, causing Altaïr to twitch and shudder silently until he rested his palm upon Altaïr’s buttocks. Said assassin tensed and growled deep in his throat but with the collar so tight around his neck already he wasn’t about to move and test Kadar’s patience further. Hot-headed though he may be, he wasn’t stupid.

Stroking the well-toned cheeks in a mock caress Kadar whispered hotly against Altaïr's shoulder blade, “how many strikes do you think you deserve for your disobedience, hmm? One? Five, perhaps? More?” Without any further warning his soft stroking became a harsh slap across Altaïr’s ass; the assassin exhaling forcefully through his nose but gave no further reaction.

Touching the afflicted area briefly with a light touch of his lips Kadar murmured deeply against his flesh, “if only you could see yourself right now, dearest Altaïr” – another hard spank had the older man twitching - “your hot body spread so delectably over my knees, as you yourself have had me so many times before,” – smack! followed by another soft brush of lips against reddening skin in a mock attempt to sooth the delicious burn – “it’s much more appealing from this position.” A fifth blow had Altaïr arching his back faintly, unable to keep back a small keening sound in the back of his throat. As he shifted Kadar felt something hard and deliciously hot rub against his clothed thigh.

“Oh?” he questioned innocently, alternating kisses and sharp bites up the man’s taut back whilst tenderly caressing the flesh he was abusing just moments ago. “Enjoying this, are you?” Moving his leg slightly Kadar grinned as he felt Altaïr trying to hold back from rutting against him, not wanting to give Kadar the satisfaction despite his obvious aroused state. In all honesty Kadar wasn’t all that surprised to discover that Altaïr enjoyed receiving pain, though he didn’t doubt that the other enjoyed inflicting it more so. Perhaps it was just a trait that developed from such a profession; their dark, sometimes animalistic natures leading them to seek pleasures in more outlandish ways. Altaïr tried to choke back a groan as Kadar suddenly bit down exceedingly hard on the junction of his neck and shoulder, unable to withhold grinding his arousal subtly against the coarse fabric of Kadar’s pants. “Well now, that’s hardly a punishment then, is it?” With one last lick and appreciative glance at the mark he had created, Kadar leaned back. “On your knees, now.”

Almost reluctantly Altaïr slid off of Kadar’s knees as his collar was released, back into a submissive kneeling position – as if anything Altaïr did could be referred to as submissive. His cheeks flushed a dusky red over his dark skin in a mixture of humiliation, ire and arousal; his cock already hard and straining between his legs.

Palming his now fully-erect cock through his breeches Kadar reached beneath his pillow and withdrew a small knife. He chuckled as Altaïr’s eyes widened marginally and a near-imperceptible flash of worry – not quite fear, never fear – passed through his eyes.

“Oh don’t fret, this isn’t for you. Unless,” he added in a saccharine tone, “you don’t do exactly as I say. I’m going to remove your gag - if you so much as speak without permission you’ll be out in the mess hall as you are until another brother finds you. And,” Kadar leaned in close, eyes burning intently into Altaïr’s, “if you even think of using your teeth I will slit your fucking throat where you kneel,” he ended in a near growl. The assassin accentuated his promise by dragging the blade ever so gently along the curve of Altaïr's perfectly still neck, leaving a thin white line in its wake. “Is that clear?” At Altaïr’s grudging huff of acceptance he gave a gentle smile and sliced neatly through the leather gag. As Kadar continued to play idly with the knife Altaïr wet his dry lips and tried not to think of how smoothly it would cut through his own skin.

“Now,” Kadar sighed cheerfully as he released his reasonably impressive erection from the confines of his clothing. “I think you know what to do here. After all, you’ve spent so long on your knees for our master.” He grinned maliciously as Altaïr glowered but struggled to bite back a retort at the implications of Kadar’s statement, wary his recent threat. Kadar may be younger and of a lower rank than Altaïr but that certainly wasn’t to say he lacked in skill in any way, and many of their brothers had been quick to learn that despite his cheerful and naïve exterior he could be as cruel and malicious as the rest of them, if not more so. Knowing Kadar would more than likely make do on his promises Altaïr definitely wasn’t about to push his boundaries any further than was necessary.

Kadar shifted until his cock bobbed just centimeters in front of Altaïr’s disbelieving face, which clearly read ‘you seriously expect me to do this?’ He reached out to grip the other’s hair once more and nudged his head towards his erection; Altaïr gritted his teeth at the movement, not at all happy with the current situation. “Come on. Let’s see what it is that makes you so special.” Noting Kadar’s still firm grip on the knife with the other hand, Altaïr reluctantly allowed his head to be pushed forward.

As Altaïr tentatively ran his tongue from the base to the tip, grimacing faintly at the action, Kadar hummed appreciatively both from the feeling and from the sight. The older assassin shut his eyes while laving the younger man’s cock, alternating between soft short licks and hard sweeps of his tongue, causing the other to emit soft moans of pleasure. Perhaps by closing his eyes he could lessen the reality of the situation, or even pretend it was someone else entirely not treating him as a subordinate.

Kadar’s grip on his hair tightened painfully when he moved down to suckle first on one lightly haired ball, switching to give the other the same attention a few moments later. “Ohh yes…” he hissed his approval as Altaïr grazed his teeth lightly up his cock before probing the slit with the tip of his tongue. He moaned around the head of the other assassin’s prick as Kadar began running his nails over Altaïr’s scalp, jolts of pleasure shooting throughout the both of them. Cracking an eye open Altaïr took in the sight of Kadar; back arched slightly, his own eyes closed, a light sheen of sweat beginning to form across his well-defined body, breath coming out in light gasps. Unconsciously he groaned deep in his throat at the image he made, causing Kadar to buck further into the warm heat.

Despite all appearances of the situation at hand, Altaïr saw himself currently in a position of control. Here, Kadar’s pleasure depended on Altaïr; how much he received being a result of the effort Altaïr put in. He entertained the notion briefly of deliberately denying him as much as possible, however the knife Kadar still held – albeit with a loosening grip – and the fact that he could force himself upon Altaïr at any point in time deterred him from thinking too much into it. Instead he decided upon the opposite, determined to show Kadar he knew he had the control for the time being. He inhaled deeply, noting the musky scent of Kadar’s manhood before taking as much of the hot flesh into his mouth as he could, slowly easing his way down to the base. “Fuck!” Kadar gasped, eyes flying open in surprise to see Altaïr looking back up at him smirking as well as he could with a cock lodged in his mouth.

“Son of a bitch,” he panted as Altaïr’s nose brushed against his pubes and – oh gods – he swallowed around Kadar’s length with apparent ease. Pulling back up Altaïr swiped his tongue across the swollen head, lapping at the precum beginning to ooze out, before swallowing Kadar’s cock again.

“Enough” Kadar choked out, forcing himself to pull Altaïr off of him with a small ‘pop’, not wanting to part from such pleasure yet not wanting to be finished so soon. At Altaïr’s shit-eating grin he crushed his lips against the others in a quick yet fervent kiss, all gnashing teeth and twining tongues and bitten lips, before hauling the bound assassin up onto the small cot on his knees and shoulders in a rather undignified manner, head turning to the side as to be able to breathe. Laying the knife down beside him Kadar shucked off his breeches and stretched his body across Altaïr’s with his prick resting heatedly between the other’s cheeks, murmuring heatedly into his ear, “I did say I would reward you should I see fit, and I do think that your performance – despite your attitude - was worthy of some praise.”

He nibbled and licked and sucked a searing wet trail down the firm muscles of Altaïr’s back while his hands roamed freely across his sculptured chest and abs, raking his nails across the flesh and pinching his nipples ever so slightly. The contrast of pleasure and pain sent delicious jolts through-out the elder’s body that elicited harsh pants and barely-contained groans of approval until the two feelings melded sinfully together and drew out a low moan. Reaching the assassin’s backside with his lips, Kadar had one hand gently running up and down Altaïr’s cock, the other spreading his cheeks, suckling down the skin until his tongue traced the other’s entrance. Altaïr jerked, startled at the contact of someone’s tongue in such an intimate area, his body both trying to arch away and yet move towards the strange pressure at the same time. Altaïr shuddered, and could feel the faint smile on Kadar’s face against his skin in response as he continued to kiss and flick his tongue with alternating hard and gentle strokes against the pucker. Where the hell did he learn about this? Altaïr thought fleetingly before his mind blanked in pleasure as the younger thrust the tip of his tongue inside while sucking lightly at the sensitive nerves on the outside; his bound hands clenched tightly behind his back as Kadar’s grip tightened and made twisting motions up and down his cock. Despite all his experience Altaïr had never physically felt anything like it; the sensations perfectly indescribable.

Somewhere in his mind a voice was berating him for being so submissive and succumbing to the others ministrations so easily but god right now Altaïr didn’t care that he was bound and unable to move, he didn’t care that he had never surrendered himself in any way to anyone before in his life until now - to Kadar, he didn’t care that between the two A-Sayf brothers he would never hear the end of it, just didn’t care as long as Kadar didn’t stop what he was doing anytime soon. He gasped and hissed against the pillow as the other switched to slow, leisurely licks up and down the cleft of his ass. Now and then he’d press his tongue against Altaïr’s perineum, making the other moan shamefully, before moving back up again. Kadar kissed the other’s entrance one last time before drawing back, his hand slowing down to smooth languid strokes along the others member before stopping altogether. Altaïr groaned faintly in frustration at the loss but tried to maintain the remnants of his ever-depleting dignity keep his body from arching back trying to regain that pleasure.

“Is it really so bad obeying your master?” Kadar teased with a light laugh, relishing the change in the others demeanor and the way his shoulders tightened up at the referral to his current position. Leaning over, he petted Altaïr’s head derisively before capturing his lips in a harsh and demanding kiss, tightening the grip on his hair and holding Altaïr in place in a show of dominance while he nipped and bit sharply at the others lips, the two groaning against each other’s mouths. Pulling back a little, Kadar’s vision zeroed in on a smear of blood around Altaïr’s mouth and a few small beads pooling at a cut on his lower lip. Another fierce rush of arousal swept through his body further knowing it was he himself who drew it – a rarity. With a feral grin he leant back in briefly to lap it up, the other moaning when Kadar then suckled the blood off his lip before licking the remainder from his own, his darker side relishing the metallic taste against his tongue.

He ran a hand gently down Altaïr’s face as he rummaged through the chest next to the bed with the other, amused as the other attempted to bite his fingers as they trailed past his ravaged mouth. He received a glare for his mirth; however the effect was ruined due to the anger burning in his eyes being overshadowed by the sheer unadulterated lust now showing through.

After retrieving a small pot of salve from the chest Kadar sat back on his haunches behind Altaïr, the other’s body tensing in knowledge of what was to come. Kadar didn’t doubt that Altaïr had been taken before – certainly, the swagger with which his brother had on occasion walked into the food hall with looking every bit like the cat who got the cream, and Altaïr accompanying him with a scowl and a very stiff walk said much; however he was indeed willing to bet it was a rarity. He emitted a small moan at the thought of he himself pounding into the master assassin’s body, having complete dominance over him. Gods, he certainly owed his brother big time for this opportunity.

Rubbing the others thigh in an almost soothing manner with one hand, Kadar slicked the fingers of his other in the salve before ghosting the tips teasingly over the others hole. Altaïr attempted to push back onto them, growling his displeasure as they were removed entirely.

"Ah ah ah, my pet," Kadar tutted, waiting until Altaïr stopped moving against him before resuming his task.

He eased his index finger in agonizingly slowly, watching in fascination as it disappeared inside the other assassin. Thrusting it in and out languidly he bit playfully at Altaïr's rump, delighting in the sounds he elicited.

Altaïr all but snarled when a second finger was inserted alongside the first, frustrated beyond belief at the slow progress; he was hardly going to break. Kadar merely grinned, using it as an opportunity to get a hold of himself; not only was he was in too much of a good mood to want to inflict any significant pain to the other for the time being, but when the time came he didn't want it to be over before it began, so to speak.

Scissoring his fingers he stretched Altaïr, occasionally crooking his fingers upwards in a teasing rub against his prostate, his own cock throbbing as the other shuddered and gasped, ass clenching tightly around his digits. After what felt an eternity to the older assassin a third finger joined the rest, thrusting in and out of him in a mockery of things to come. He groaned in pure frustration; it wasn't enough.

Withdrawing his fingers entirely Kadar reached around to stroke the other's cock, smearing the precum down the length as a lubricant. "Is there something you wanted, my pet?" Kadar asked sweetly, adding at Altaïr's silence and dubious expression, "you have permission to speak, for now."

Altaïr bit his lip but kept quiet, refusing to give in to the other. A chuckle accompanied by a quick squeeze to his cock, making him gasp. "I'm not going any further until you beg me for it. Don't worry, I can wait." Altaïr squirmed as Kadar stroked and caressed his body and his cock; biting down hard on his already bloody lip to prevent himself from giving in. However it was a losing battle, they both knew it; Kadar’s touch was pleasurable enough, but it wouldn’t be enough for release.

Just as Kadar was contemplating finishing himself off then and there Altaïr groaned and muttered into the pillow. Kadar released Altaïr’s cock – who positively keened in desperation – and reached for the salve again.

“I’m sorry, pet, what was that? Speak up” Lathering his prick in the cool substance, Kadar moaned as he touched himself, almost missing Altaïr’s strained admission.

“Please, master. Gods, please… fuck me goddamn it!” he forced out, almost feeling as if he would sob in relief when he felt the burn of Kadar’s hot prick stretching him as the younger slid inside. Both men were gasping heavily as Kadar didn’t wait for Altaïr to adjust to the intrusion; the sound of the master assassin literally begging for him shattered any self-control he had.

Technique and finesse was lost on the two as Kadar pounded roughly into the body beneath him, biting and clawing at the flesh beneath him much to the others carnal delight. The room filled with the sounds of flesh upon flesh, hisses, animalistic snarls, guttural moans; neither caring to be particularly quiet about their pleasures.

Kadar lapped at beads of sweat forming on Altaïr’s flesh and swiped his tongue along the scratches littering his back; a sense of pride filling him as he watched Altaïr’s bound hands clench tightly, knowing he was desperate to touch himself. Kadar knew he wasn’t going to last long, and if the tremors wracking the body beneath him were any indication, Altaïr wasn’t far off his release either. Groaning keep in his throat as Altaïr clenched deliciously tight around his cock Kadar reached down to grasp the others member, jacking him off with hard, erratic tugs.

Leaning as close to the other’s face as he could, the younger rasped out in sinful tones, “come for me, my pet”. Lost in the pleasure of the other assassin pounding sporadically against his prostate and the hot hand surrounding his prick, Altaïr’s body seized up almost painfully so; moaning Kadar’s name over and over as he came, vision going white. Altaïr’s passage clenched forcefully around Kadar’s cock as he continued to thrust into the delicious head, hand milking the other for all he was worth as he shot his seed onto the covers and some even across his own stomach.

Feeling himself on the border of release, Kadar rolled a breathless Altaïr onto his back, the man wincing slightly as his arms were trapped uncomfortably beneath him. Straddling the semen-streaked stomach Kadar ignored the mess beneath him and grabbed himself, cock throbbing painfully in his hand. With just a few rough tugs he hit his peak; eyes lidded, back arching, breath hitching, head thrown back, heart pounding. With the other gasping out his name, Altaïr had a, split-second to appreciate how incredibly erotic a sight it was before a truly scandalized expression crossed his face in a moment of realisation.

Kadar’s hips jerked forward as he came violently; semen shooting out in a few thick, hot spurts over Altaïr’s shocked face. Gasping for breath he gave himself a few more squeezes, urging the last of his seed out onto his shaking hand. Heart thudding wildly in his chest, Kadar glanced down to admire his handiwork.

White streaks marred the side of his face that Altaïr hadn’t managed to hide in the pillow, from his forehead to his chin. The master assassin grimaced as the fluid slowly trickled down his cheek, unconsciously licking at one shot that had, to Kadar’s amusement, landed in a perfect line across the scar on his lip. He was so going to pay for this.

Still panting lightly Kadar dropped to the cot beside a fuming Altaïr who appeared to be struggling furiously to keep his tongue in check. He was amused to know Altaïr had taken his earlier threat about speaking to heart. Chuckling breathlessly he leaned over and licked a trail up the other’s cum-splattered cheek, moaning at the bitter taste of himself. The other shut his eyes and appeared to be praying for strength as Kadar smiled cheerily.

“Don’t worry, we’re not finished, my pet. We’ve got all night to play.”
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