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3:88	By : Imoshen Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 12171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Part 28
- 29-Part 29
- 30-Part 30
- 31-Part 31
- 32-Part 32
- 33-Part 33
- 34-Part 34
- 35-Part 35
- 36-Prt 36
- 37-Part 37
- 38-Part 38
- 39-Part 39
- 40-Part 40
- 41-Part 41
- 42-Part 42
- 43-Part 43
- 44-Part 44
- 45-Part 45
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"I find you very interesting, Altair", Malik said once their dinner had been brought to their table. The look of surprise on Altair's face when Malik had ordered something vegetarian for himself must have been priceless, at least if he believed Malik's reaction. Altair though had ordered the most expensive dish on the menu and was enjoying his 25 $ steak, rare of course. He wondered just then if Malik would kiss him, now that the metallic taste of blood still lingered on his lips. Altair almost smirked. He would love to see that smug smile wiped off of Malik's face.

"I've thought you're very interesting when I first met you at the 3:88. But now... now that you stopped lying about yourself you're quite fascinating." Malik picked at a piece of potato with his fork and ate it. Altair looked up as he had ripped off a piece of bread, sweeping it over his plate to soak up some of the bloody juice from his food and shoved it into his mouth.

"Lying about myself? What do you mean?", he pondered between chewing. He didn't show his best manners today and by the mild look of disgust on Malik's face he wasn't the only one thinking that. Good. If Malik thought he would forget everything just because he bought him a fancy dinner he was mistaken. He wanted to get to know Altair? He better work for it.

Malik leaned back in his seat, eying the rest of the bloody piece of bread between Altair's fingers and took another bite of his salad. "Well, for once... how about you being straight?"

Altair snorted. "Oh please, you already said I'm at least bi and-"

"And what do you say?", Malik interrupted him.

"My opinion suddenly matters?"

"It always mattered."

Altair rolled his eyes at him but he didn't want to get into this conversation again. They already got this part covered. He sighed and ate the last of his bread. "I would agree with you", he murmured and leaned heavily over his empty plate, picking up the glass of whiskey in front of him, swallowing a rather large sip and Malik looked at him as if he expected more for Altair to say, but he kept quiet and just blinked at him. "What?", Altair finally asked. Malik's lips split into a tiny grin.

"Maybe gay", he murmured and was still eating his food and Altair's eyes went wide.

"No, no I'm not. Are you?"

"Yes."

The answer surprised Altair and Malik reached for his jaw to push it back up as it kind of... just dropped down.

"Hasn't it been obvious?", Malik teased him and chuckled because of Altair's face. "You really do think a bit slower than most people, don't you?"

Altair glared at him but said nothing – he wouldn't act on Malik's stupid comments every time. If he did that, he was sure he would never be able to have a normal conversation with the man. He shook his head to dismiss that thought. "Whatever", he said and his glance slipped sideways, watching the world outside the restaurant. It had gotten dark, the streets filled with the colorful lights of ads and cars. "What do you expect me to do now?", he asked eventually, his eyes still watching the busy life outside and his voice sounded distant.

"How do you mean that?"

"Do you expect me to call you? Asking for another date? Do we go see a movie, are you going to escort me back home, will you stand with me in front of my door, trying to find the courage to kiss me, to get to first base?" It seemed as if Altair was miles away, the pictures playing like a movie in front of his mind's eye and he had somehow lost his filter, saying all the things which kept spinning inside his head. "But that would be awkward, wouldn't it since you already fucked me." He didn't even bother to keep his voice down.

Malik didn't say anything but waited for Altair to continue as he knew that there was something the man wanted to say still.

"You asked me if I'd accept you as my master and I said yes." Now he looked up and met Malik's eyes. "So what do you expect me to do?", he asked again, a frown on his face and his voice sounded thick and husky. "I could wear a collar around my neck, waiting for your orders. So what is it? What is... this?" He gestured between them.

"Couldn't we just have both?", and Altair thought Malik looked so much more human right now that it was kind of frightening.

Altair smiled faintly. "No", he said and by the look of Malik's face he knew he hadn't expected that answer coming from Altair. "I went over my limits the other night. I don't know what I want right now. It was just as you said. I wasn't honest with you or with myself. If you want to date me I can't be your... well...", he made a small waving gesture with his hand, "slave."

"Ah, I see...", Malik murmured then and Altair thought that he saw... disappointment washing over his face. He couldn't tell, he wasn't able to read all of Malik yet.

"I could, maybe some day. But I'd have to see how things go between us first."

"That sounds only fair", Malik breathed, leaning back in his chair, arms loosely crossed in front of his chest, watching Altair across the table.

"I'm not saying that I didn't like what we had that night – but I went from zero to one-hundred in one evening. I can't do that again. Start at one with me and I'll see if I want to take the remaining ninety-nine steps with you."

Malik looked thoughtful. "I could agree to that."

"You're talking to me as Malik now, don't you?", he smiled softly, the whiskey warming the inner of his stomach.

"Well of course I do", he replied and Altair thought that yes, he liked the honest Malik better. "No", he murmured then and he shifted his weight, looking more serious, more older now. "No Altair, I don't expect you calling me because I'll be calling you. I don't like going to the movies and yes, I will escort you back home but not today." He smiled at Altair. "I'm probably going to stand in front of your door with you but I wouldn't hesitate to kiss you and you're probably going to ask me if I want to come inside for a coffee", he smirked. "Is this better?"

Altair nodded slowly, a small smile spreading over his face and stretching his lips. It was better.

They had espresso after their meal and Malik had paid which unnerved Altair, because really, you didn't have to! It had gotten late when they stood in front of the restaurant, the wind had picked up and was ripping at Altair's clothes, it was freezing and he shoved his hands into his pockets to keep them warm. Malik wore a dark coat and the piece of fabric clung to his body in a very attractive way - even Altair couldn't deny that.

"So", he said slowly and stepped aside as a group of people entered the restaurant behind them and Malik arched one eyebrow as he watched him with a questioning look. "So?", Malik asked right back and offered Altair a lopsided smirk and it was ridiculous what effect it held on him, goosebumps rushing over his skin and a shiver crawling over his spine, heat coiling in the pit of his stomach. Fuck it all.. how Malik was looking at him right now was rather charming and Altair would be damned if he fell for it.

He smiled uncertainly, looking up into the night's sky which wasn't that dark at all – not in the middle of the city with all the lights. Altair rubbed his neck, sighing and shifted his weight from one leg to the other. "I have to admit you wasn't as much of a jerk as I thought you'd be."

"So I was jerk?"

"Yes-"

"I'm hurt", Malik placed his hand on his chest in a theatricality manner.

"It was tolerable", Altair noted and the corners of his mouth turned into a small smile. "I would even dare to say that... it was kind of nice in between."

Malik took a step closer, not minding the people passing by and the cars honking in the streets. The man felt bigger than he actually was and Altair had to remind himself that Malik was the smaller one of the two of them and still, he felt like Malik was towering over him. "I want to see you again", he said straight forward, hand reaching for Altair's cheek, cupping his face with his thumb brushing across his skin.

Altair swallowed thickly and he thought he could almost see his own reflection in Malik's dark eyes and it made him feel smaller still. He was leaning closer and wet his lips. "Alright", he heard himself say and his own voice sounded foreign to his ears, rough and raw even though the word was only whispered. "I could tolerate you for another evening", he added in a soft murmur, only to remind Malik that he wouldn't take all of his shit.

Malik's thumb stroke over the corner of Altair's mouth and over his bottom lip. "We're doing something more fun next time then", Malik said quietly and the wind was cold and Malik was warm and Altair stepped closer, his arms snaking around the man's waist, his hands slipping over his warm back.

"What's fun for you?", he asked, his eyes moving to Malik's and down to his mouth, then back up again to meet his gaze.

"It's not always fucking, I assure you", he grinned and Altair rolled his eyes because that had been kind of a mood killer but before he could complain, Malik had closed the distance between them and was kissing him. It wasn't the first time Malik was kissing him – was it? Altair honestly couldn't remember but it felt amazing and he pressed tight against Malik's body, relishing the feeling of lips moving across lips. It felt rather innocent how Malik was kissing him as if he was actually holding back, his fingers moving towards Altair's neck, curling in the short hair there and holding him. He leaned into him, their chests touching and Altair made a small sound at the back of his throat, a noise which came close to a moan and when Malik pulled back he chuckled softly. At least he got his answer now if a vegetarian would kiss somebody who had just a rare and bloody steak for dinner.

When Altair blinked his eyes open he found that Malik looked rather... smug and yet he couldn't help it but smile. His cheeks felt flushed and he run his tongue over his own lips.

"I call you", Malik said, still holding Altair's face between his hands and placing a small peck of a kiss on his lips again before he let go of him.

"For sure this time?", Altair pondered, his hands falling from Malik's waist and he took a step back.

"Yeah, maybe – if you behave", Malik smirked and winked at him and Altair knew it was Malik's way of saying yes.

Altair chuckled and he brushed his thumb over his bottom lip where he thought he could still taste Malik. "If I have behave", he murmured and nodded, his smile turning into a grin, "I see." He looked up at the other man. "I look forward it", he added then and watched another of those small grins spreading over Malik's face as he walked slowly backwards.

"Don't make plans for the weekend", Malik called and he stopped a cab, his hand at the door. "And I mean the whole weekend", he said before he entered the cab without giving Altair the chance to reply. Not that he needed to – he didn't mind. He didn't mind at all and he watched Malik go before he turned around to walk his way back home. He wondered what Malik had in mind.

Altair decided then that it wasn't so bad that he came here to meet Malik and maybe it hadn't been one of his dumbest idea ever to agree to go out and on another date with him. It certainly made life more interesting.
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