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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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The ride didn't take too long and the silence had felt like a wave crushing over his body. Malik didn't speak, not at all. Maybe he just didn't like talking in a cab when their driver could follow every piece of conversation. It didn't help with Altair's nervousness though as he didn't know what to expect. Not really at least. They arrived twenty minutes later in front of a small apartment complex in a nice neighborhood. Malik paid the man driving them there and he stood next to the car, hands in his pockets waiting for him. The car drove off and it was cold, the tip of Altair's nose turning red, cheeks rosy and there was a small cloud of breath gathering in front of his face.

“Can I ask now just who we're visiting?”, he asked eventually and his voice was a bit trembling – if it was because of the cold or Altair's nervousness was a mystery not to be solved at the moment.

“Ezio's a friend of mine I've known for a few years now”, Malik explained and turned towards the building's entrance its many windows mostly dark and there were only a few with some light shinning behind closed curtains. “He invited me over for dinner a couple of weeks ago.”

“And the reason I'm coming with you is...?”

“Because I wanted you to come with me”, he said and flashed Altair a smile that was about to melt his heart, heat slowly traveling through his body leaving his fingertips tingling.

“It just seems odd for me meeting one of your friends when I know so little about you”, Altair hummed and was holding the door open for Malik to follow him inside.

“So you want to know more about me?”

“Wasn't that the reason why you invited me for dinner? You wanted to get to know me – is it such a shock for me to want the same?”

“Not really, no”, Malik grinned and they waited together in front of the elevator in the barely lit hall. “You better take the opportunity tonight then. Ezio has kind of a loose mouth. Ask him the right questions about me and he'll probably answer you.”

“Or I could just ask you”, Altair muttered as the elevator arrived and they got it. It was a small one, one of those in which the sign told you designed for 6 people and you wonder where they hell those six people should find the space to stand in when your chests were already touching with only two people inside. Malik's breath crawled over his face as they stood like this, facing each other. “I'm not the person who likes to talk about themselves”, Malik said slowly and Altair scoffed. “I would have thought differently when you like hearing yourself talking so much”, he said and rolled his eyes, startling just a second later when Malik's arm found its way around his waist. “You're a bit cocky tonight”, Malik murmured and pulled Altair closer, his hand falling from his waist to cup one round cheek of his backside. “I think I like it”, he smirked and leaned a bit closer, his nose nuzzling behind his ear. “But don't overdo it, boy”, he whispered, his voice husky and low and it send another shiver down Altair's spine.

The doors opened and Malik pulled away, winking at him and reaching for his hand, pulling Altair behind him and down the hall until they stopped at the very end in front of a door. It smelled like food outside and if Altair would have to guess it smelled like pasta.

“Alright”, he nodded, “but I don't have to expect for you to order me to strip naked in front of them?”, he asked quickly as Malik already pressed the doorbell.

“Only if you're not behaving”, he grinned and Altair watched him from the corner of his eye, trying to figure out if he was kidding or not.

He was kidding, of course he was – and Malik was glancing sideways at him, the smug smile on his lips only getting wider. The door opened and Malik squeezed his hand. He didn't get the chance to dwell longer on his thoughts, brushing them aside as a man stood in front of them, a huge smile on his face with blond hair framing it.

“Ah, it's you! Welcome, welcome, come inside, please”, he said with too much enthusiasm for Altair's like, beckoning them inside and taking a step aside for them to walk pass him. Once he closed the door behind them, Malik turned around and found himself in a tight hug. “I haven't seen you in such a long time my friend”, the man said and Altair could see how the muscles in Malik's shoulders went tense and then relaxed the second the man let go of him. Seemed like he didn't like getting greeted like that.

“Leonardo”, Malik said softly and his hand reached behind him, wrapping around Altair's wrist and pulling him to his side – if Altair would have to guess he'd say that Malik felt... uncomfortable and needed him near to fall back into ease. Odd – really, really odd and Altair shook his head because no, that didn't seem to be right and he probably just imagined it. “And who's that?”, Leonardo asked, his eyes roaming over Altair's body taking his sight in from head to toe.

“Uhm, it's Altair”, he said and shook Leonardo's offering hand. He wasn't really good at this, never knew what to do what was expected of him or how to act. So he just went with what was first crossing his mind; shaking hands. Shaking hands was a good start, right?

“What a pleasure to meet you”, Leonardo smiled at him and Altair thought he looked like someone who was high on something – or somebody who just drank too much coffee.

“Come on inside then, Ezio's still in the kitchen”, Leonardo ushered them through the small hall and into the living room. “Sit, sit please”, he said and gestured towards the table, facing a fake fireplace and Altair sat right next to Malik's side.

He was nervous as fuck and didn't know if he'd be able to keep the food down. He looked up when another man, Ezio, entered the room smiling at them and Altair reached for Malik's hand underneath the table.

Malik squeezed his hand back.

xxx

Malik stroke his leg, fingertips brushing ever so softly across his knee and back to the inner of his thigh – maybe it should made Altair uncomfortable being touched like that in the company of others even though Malik's hand was hidden underneath the table, but all he could feel was pure peace. Malik's hand was comforting and Altair's heart started to beat a calm and steady rhythm. He watched the others talking, Ezio telling a joke and Leonardo laughing. Malik's hand though went higher, his fingers wrapping around his thigh near his crotch, squeezing. He gasped quietly and it wasn't noticed by Malik's friends but by the man himself. His eyes shifted sideways, his gaze laying heavily upon Malik and the other man just smirked at him.

They had coffee right now after Malik's friends, a young artist with the name Leonardo and his friend Ezio, had cooked them dinner. It had been a nice evening so far and Altair had to admit that Malik seemed like good company. He was so very different when he was with Altair, almost acting carefree. Sometimes, so it seemed to him, Malik was too much focused on his role he was playing when being with Altair – never showing any weakness, never able to let his mask slip. He liked hearing him laugh and, dear god did he laugh and it sounded like music to Altair's ears and he melted every time a little when Malik flashed him one of his honest, warming smiles.

Apparently Malik had met Ezio during college, that much Altair had learned during their evening and Ezio had met Leonardo only a few months ago. There was chemistry between the two men and it was obvious even to Altair who was known to not be very good with socializing.

Altair knew this was a game for Malik and maybe it should upset him that his hand was currently in his lap, but it didn't. He didn't even mind having the others sitting so close while Malik's fingers wandered upwards, opening his jeans, reaching inside and stroking across his soft cock. He didn't expect him to go all the way anyway, so nothing to worry about – right? It was probably the fact that Malik held a lot more experience than him and he... started to trust him, thinking that the man knew what he was doing and that he knew Altair's limits, that he would turn him on all over but never made him come in public. Malik slipped his fingers underneath the waistband of his boxers and it was then that Altair wondered what kind of 'friend' Ezio really was. His cheeks painted a nice shade of red as he mused over the thought if the two men had shared anything sexual and he pictured Ezio standing above Leonardo then, dominating him just as Malik liked to dominate Altair. His cock twitched as his memories brought him back to their night at the 3:88 and Malik squeezed him, offering Altair another of his smirks.

He was getting hard and didn't know if that was good or bad but he didn't have the time to keep dwelling on his thoughts as Leonardo addressed him. “So how did you two meet?”, he asked and gestured between Malik and him and Altair's flush only increased.

He slumped a bit in his chair, his legs parting and he thought Malik would pull his hand away now, but no, not Malik that bastard who only tightened his hold he had of Altair's dick.

“The 3:88”, Malik said without blinking and he said it as if a sex club was the most normal place in the world to meeting somebody, like the supermarket. Leonardo rose his eyebrows and his lips turned into the shape of a small 'o'. Then he scrunched his nose. “I don't think I know that place”, and he turned towards Ezio who seemed to choke on his coffee, coughing fiercely. “You know it?”, and Ezio just kept coughing, turning slightly away as Malik finally withdrew his hand from Altair's crotch but didn't zip him up.

“Ezio knows though he hasn't been there yet. I'm always trying to get him there but he refuses”, Malik sighed as if it was truly a shame his friend never wanted to accompany him. “It's a sex club”, Malik said and took another sip of his coffee and Altair wished for the ground to open and swallow him alive. He liked to keep his life private and he only knew Malik's friend for a few hours but apparently, Malik wasn't so secretly about his own life and liked to share.

Leonardo blinked and Ezio wasn't coughing anymore but just had this huge obnoxious grin on his face and excused himself, taking some of the empty plates with him. Leonardo watched him leave before he faced Malik and Altair once more.

“That sounds interesting”, he said and Altair's eyes widened as he couldn't believe his ears. “You go there often?”, Leonardo asked him and looked at Altair with interested and yet oh so innocent eyes, his chin propped on his palm as he leaned closer over the table.

“N-no”, Altair muttered and shifted uncomfortable in his chair.

“No he doesn't”, Malik said again, his fingers brushing over Altair's wrist and he had the nerve to wink at him. “You see, you could say Altair's my... mh, 'slave'”, he made a small rotating motion with his hand. Altair hit him with his elbow in the side and Malik turned towards him acting as if he didn't feel the blow at all. “What? I said 'you could say' not that you really are my slave. He's my boy”, Malik explained and faced Leonardo again.

Leonardo leaned back in his chair, his eyebrows almost meeting the line of his hair. “Really?”, he pondered. “How interesting!”, he exclaimed and clapped his hands together, smiling widely. “I've heard and read about it. Well... how does it work?”, he asked them, gesturing between the two of them and Altair just wished he would shut up because it wasn't anybodies business what he did behind closed doors in bed but then again, it was also kind of refreshing having somebody from the 'outside' knowing about this, talking about it like it wasn't big a deal – and maybe it really wasn't and the problem was only in Altair's head.

Malik shrugged with his shoulders. “He still needs to learn his place.”

“Hey!” Altair looked outraged at him as Malik turned towards Leonardo, having a look on his face that said 'See what I mean?'. Leonardo just looked confused. “So... what does that mean?”, he pondered slightly and it dawned on Altair then that he maybe got the wrong picture, probably thinking that Altair was Malik's boy toy and that it was sex they shared – only that whipping him, tying him up and then fucking him didn't even come close to just having sex. A soft chuckle rolled from Malik's lips and he showed one of his most charming smiles and Altair didn't know if he should hate himself for what effect it had on him. “You ever heard about BDSM?”

“Bondage and discipline, dominance and submission, sadism and masochism”, Leonardo said and his cheeks flushed. “Oh. I see. So, you own him?”, and he looked straight at Malik who said “Yes” while Altair said “No” at the same time. It made Leonardo chuckle. “Ah yes I see what you mean then”, he winked at Malik. “He needs to learn his place, yes?” The artist chuckled lightly. “What does he to do you when you're not behaving then, mh?”, he pondered and leaned a bit more across the table, eying Altair with curiosity.

“Yes, Altair, what do I do to you?”, Malik asked as well and leaned back, smug grin on his face and crossing his hands behind his back. He looked at him with stern eyes even though he was smiling and he remembered what he told him earlier that night.

You better behave.

“He gags me”, he said carefully and painfully slowly, thinking maybe it was the best to start with the most... innocent. He didn't want to back away, didn't want to give any of these men the satisfaction of being humiliated like that. He did feel uncomfortable though as all eyes were sat on him and it would be probably easier for him if nobody was staring at him or if he could somehow blend out their looks, ignoring them. “What else?”, Leonardo pondered and why didn't it surprise him that the man wouldn't stop asking? He never would have thought for the artist to be so curios. He would have expected Ezio to be but not Leonardo.

“Uhm, what else?” He shifted a little uncomfortable on his chair but in that moment, Malik reached for his hand, lacing their fingers and his thumb stroke across his wrist in a reassuring manner.

“Well....” And he told him.
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