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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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“So what's she like?”

“What do you mean?”

“As if you don't know...”, Rauf chuckled softly and rolled his eyes at Altair.

“I have no idea what you're talking about.”

“You met somebody”, Rauf said and wiggled his eyebrows mischievously.

“It's none of your business”, Altair hissed and looked up, smiling as one of their co-workers walked by them.

“Aw, come on Altair. What's she look like?” Only a second later Rauf's wide grin died on his lips. “You didn't hook up with Maria again, didn't you?”, he asked very serious now and leaned in closer, his work completely forgotten.

Altair rolled his eyes. “It's not Maria.”

“Alright, then who is it?”, Rauf kept pondering and went silent when Altair's cell was vibrating. He pulled it out of his pocket, looked down on the caller ID and shoved it back, not bothering to read the text message.

“That her?”

Altair shot him an angry glare. “No. Now, get back to work”, he urged him and turned around to face his own screen once more. His cell started vibrating again and Altair sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping down. He reached back into his pocket and turned off vibrating and placed it on his desk next to his keyboard.

Rauf kept asking to tell him about Altair's 'new flame' but he decided to just ignore him and didn't answer. Five minutes later his cell started flashing again and this time it was a call coming in. Altair's head sunk onto his desktop as he sighed heavily with defeat.

“Pick up, Altair!”, Rauf groaned and when Altair showed no reaction he stood up and stopped next to him, reaching for his cell. He almost shrieked with surprise, shocked, wide eyes staring up at Rauf as he held Altair's phone in one hand, grinning smugly. Altair grabbed for it but Rauf held it only further up. His friend snickered and walked backwards, flipping Altair's cell open and read the last two messages he received since the call already went to his voice mail. He arched one eyebrow and looked slowly from Altair's cell to the man himself and then back.

“So... you've got plans for the weekend?”, he asked him and the cockiness was gone from his voice.

Altair groaned and wiped his face with one hand, sitting with slumped shoulders on his chair and he looked a little lost. “Yeah”, he murmured miserable and peaked at Rauf from between his fingers.

“With a-- man?”, Rauf asked quiet in disbelieve.

“Yes with a man”, he answered truthfully since there was no point in lying – he just hadn't wanted for anybody to know. At least not yet when he didn't even know where his thing with Malik was going.

“He's no some weirdo, isn't he?”, Rauf asked him carefully and handed Altair his cell back as he sat down on the edge of his desk.

Altair laughed sharply, “If only”, he murmured and picked up his cell reading the last two messages.

I'm going to pick you up Friday so I need your address. Wear something nice we're going out :)

Well, that was a rather harmless text message considered to those he got the last couple of days He swallowed thickly though as he read the next one.

We're meeting some friends so you better behave boy.

This one really wasn't as dirty as those Malik liked to send him but it made perfectly clear who was going to be in charge and what they would do.

“I didn't know you're gay Altair”, Rauf said and Altair hushed him as another of his colleagues passed them.

“I'm not”, he said quietly and huffed a little, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Maybe a little bi...”

“So what is this now? Maria left you and you don't wanna know about women anymore-”

“Stop saying her name”, he hissed at Rauf, clearly loosing his patience with his noseyness. “Maria's no part of my life anymore and that's it. She has nothing to do with this.”

Only that this wasn't true was it now? Maria was probably the reason why he was currently seeing Malik. He wouldn't have went to the 3:88 if it hadn't been for their breakup and he wouldn't have met him there.

“No, I really do want to know”, Rauf leaned closer, his arms crossed in front of his chest as well as he eyed Altair like a hawk eying its prey. “He's your suggar dady or something?”, he made a waving motion with his hand. “Or why would he call you boy? Makes him sound really old...”

“It's nothing what you think it is now drop it. It's none of your concern and it isn't anything serious anyway.”

He hoped that Rauf would finally let go of the matter and he turned back to his work, staring at his screen. Altair ignored Rauf's eyes burning into his back until the man sighed while shaking his head and went back to his own desk, leaving Altair by himself. After a few minutes have passed he took his cell again and sent Malik his address.

***

Malik was right on time and was leaning against Altair's door frame when he opened the door, offering him a lopsided grin.

“Hey”, he greeted him casual and Altair wallowed thickly.

He was nervous. He'd been nervous all week but now it felt like as if his heart would jump right out of his chest and his knees were weak.

“Hey”, Altair swallowed and smiled a little while his palms were wet. “I'm ready, we can go”, he said quickly and grabbed his keys from the small table right next to his door but Malik curled his fingers around his wrist.

“We can spare a few minutes”, he grinned and pulled Altair flush against his chest, one arm around his waist as he placed a small kiss on his lips. It was innocent and rather sweet, no tongue, just a quick peck on his mouth.

It happened too fast as if he could do anything else as Malik stepped already back, giving him some space.

“You look good”, he nodded, his eyes roaming over Altair's body and he almost thought that Malik was already undressing him with his look alone. It was kind of nice... to have somebody looking at him like that. It made him feel wanted and desirable. “Such a good boy”, Malik grinned and Altair felt his cheeks growing hot. He couldn't deny what effect his words had on him. Going out with Malik was either the most dumb decision he ever made or the best one because with Malik he never knew what to expect. The dinner they had the week before had been a surprise. Altair wouldn't have thought that Malik could be interested into something so innocent. He would have thought that the man was only interested in some fun, wanting sex and nothing more. But he'd been wrong about that as he came to realize that no, Malik was interested into something else – him, Altair. He had made sure to convince Altair that he was interested in him as a person, that he wanted to get to know him better. This wasn't just sex anymore, not a game – at least for now. He knew that Malik had something planned for them this weekend and he was curious what it was he had in mind.

“So where are we going? Meeting your friends, right?”, he asked with a thin voice not looking at the older man and fumbling with his keys, forcing Malik out of the door as he stepped forward closing the door behind him.

“Yes”, the other man nodded and he still had that hint of a smirk standing on his lips as he leaned against the next wall, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“Isn't that a bit early for me to meet your friends?”, Altair asked, offering a smug smirk himself now once he put his keys back into his pockets.

“You're not the first they meet and not the last.”

Ouch. Nice move asshole.

“Well then it seems I don't have to try to make a good impression I guess”, Altair shrugged his shoulders and stood in front of Malik, both hands buried in his pockets now, trying to think not too hard about that. If this would turn into a nice affair so be it... If Malik really wanted to go through all the trouble just for sex – so be it. Though Altair doubted it and he really tried his best not too pay to much attention to Malik's last comment. It was probably nothing – he didn't want to think about that know. He was done with getting hurt and Malik would certainly not manage to do that, Altair simply wouldn't let him. He didn't know where this was going to and Malik probably was faking being an asshole again so he thought the best decision would be to simply ignore it.

“No, you don't really have to but I would recommend it for your sake”, Malik said casually and gestured Altair to get moving, his fingers slipping to Altair's wrist and pulling his hand into his. Huh – that was odd now wasn't it? He never would have thought Malik was the type who likes holding hands.

“Why?”, Altair asked and Malik squeezed his hand as they stopped in front of the elevator and pushed the button.

“Because I don't like boys without manners”, he noted and once the elevator doors opened he pressed Altair with his back against the wall, the doors closing behind them and he kissed him, one knee pressing in between his legs and riding up against his crotch. His hands stroke down to his waist and resting on his hips as his lips found Altair's mouth, breathing hotly across them and there was only a hint of tongue but Altair was all too willingly to open his mouth and let him enter.

Malik pulled back with a grin before their kiss could develop into something deeper, their foreheads touching as he panted softly. “No, not yet”, he said with a low chuckle and cupped Altair's face with his hands, his thumb brushing across his cheek and Altair could feel his heart beating wildly inside his chest. His knees felt as soft as wax and his hands were trembling and all of this just from a... kiss?

“Understood?”, he asked Altair, licking his lips like an animal which just tasted blood and wanted more.

Altair nodded slowly, not feeling intimidated at all like he maybe would have had just a few weeks ago but slightly turned on. “Yes”, he nodded, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips and he pushed himself off the wall and pressing Malik against it as he took a step forward, pushing flush against his body and kissing him. Two could play the game and he didn't have to lose anything, did he? So why not having a little fun...

He nibbed along Malik's jaw, kissing his way to the corner of his mouth, his tongue sweeping across it. “Perfectly clear”, he murmured as he shifted his weight and leaned heavily against the other man, his fingers digging into Malik's hips as he pulled them forward to meet his crotch. Altair withdraw, slightly panting and let his eyes roam over Malik's face looking for any evidence that he went to far with this. He'd never done the first move since he'd met Malik at least he couldn't remember it right now but... it felt good acting on what he desired, just doing what he wanted to do without thinking too much about it.

Malik smiled at him lazily, his palm stroking over Altair's back and following his spine, fingers curling in his short hair above his nape and he pulled, hard. “Good”, he smirked, his grip not loosening and Altair groaned but he wouldn't yield, not this time. He just pushed his hips forwards meeting Malik's again. He was earned with a low chuckle erupting from Malik's chest and the elevator came to a stop, breaking their spell and both men parted as the doors opened revealing an old woman who was about to enter. She eyed them suspiciously, her gaze wandering over Altair's flushed cheeks and she winked at him as if she knew exactly what's been going on only seconds before.

“Come on, cab's waiting”, Malik winked at him and Altair took a deep breathing before following.

This could get interesting.
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