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3:88	By : Imoshen Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 12171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed or any of its characters. I do not make any money by publishing this story.

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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A/N: If there are any mistakes... tch, I'm drunk don't expect anything from this update.

“Oh that was cruel Malik.” Leonardo leaned across the table, both elbows resting on top of it and chin propped on one of his palms, a thin smile caressed his lips though. He looked back at Altair. “And you didn't go insane?”

He shook his head and glanced at Malik from the corner of his eye. “It was torture – I have to admit that. I can take a lot but when he took my speech, my eyesight and my hearing it was... difficult to stay sane, yes. I had to trust him but I hardly knew him so I was all by myself with my thoughts and I happen... I happen to think a lot. I would like to avoid an experience like that in the future.”

“That really depends on how you behave. I'm a sadist, Altair, you shouldn't forget that. If I see it fitting I'd punish you like that again.” Malik reached for the glass of wine in front of him and brought it to his lips, taking a small sip of the red liquid. Altair's cheeks felt hot and he tried not to show how much of an effect Malik's words had on him. His voice had gotten a little bit more deep, a little bit more icy and his fingers had wrapped around his thigh, squeezing hard. He knew what this was, this was Malik warning him – tch, Altair couldn't care less at the moment. If Malik wanted a docile little fuck toy he shouldn't have asked Altair back at the 3:88 to come home with him. He watched how Leonardo's eyes went from Altair to Malik and then back again, a delightful smile standing on his lips.

“Oh that's fantastic”, he grinned and from the kitchen came the sound of rattling plates and silverware since Ezio was doing the dish washing – after Leonardo had asked him to do so and Altair had found it funny. Clearly Leonardo was the dominant one here... “Do you have any plans for the night?”, he asked them and gestured between Malik and Altair. The latter turned his head to watch Malik, but he just leaned forwards and let his fingers run across the glass' rim. He smirked a little and oh, that didn't look good, did it?

“You mean plans like in gagging Altair and whipping that cute little ass of his?”

Leonardo's grin only brightened while Altair thought he would choke on his water. Malik leaned a little back, crossing his legs. “That depends...”

“Like so many other things?”, Leonardo chuckled and watched both men across his glass. “What do I have to do to get a little extra show from the two of you?”

Malik's brows rose high but he still smiled, not feeling intimated at all while Altair tried to make himself smaller on his chair – if he tried hard enough maybe he could manage to somehow vanish?

“What were you thinking?”, Malik asked and it sounded more like as if he was talking business.

Leonardo sighed a little and rubbed across his chin and beard and it was the moment Altair realized Leonardo was a sadist as well, even though he seemed at bit more... nicer than Malik when it came to that. “I don't know... I think I would like to watch you playing with him. Let's see if he can really take as much as he claims he can”, Leonardo smirked and shit, he hadn't seen the trap and walked right into it. Malik nodded thoughtfully, his hand rubbing along the inner of Altair's thigh.

“Wait, wait, wait – don't I have a say in this?” He glanced at Malik, uncertain.

The man just smirked smugly at him. “If it comes to sex? No, not really”, he sighed, sounding almost bored and brushed some dust off his shoulder before his fingers crawled over Altair's crotch and over his stomach until he reached his chin, turning his head towards him. “Don't test me boy”, he said low, his fingers tightening their grip and now the game was on and Altair fell into his role just like that, forget everything and all of it around him.

“No Sir”, he said softly and swallowed as he felt Malik's eyes roaming over his body, saw that look in his eyes, that hunger. Malik pushed himself back from the table in his chair and gestured towards the floor next to him.

Altair didn't move and just watched. He didn't know how it happened but it was like as if somebody had pulled a switch inside his head and right now, he was fighting an inner battle between just surrendering to Malik or to keep up a fight. “Kneel.” Malik's voice was dark and raspy, so much different from how he knew it but fuck it if it didn't turn him on.

He slowly slipped from his chair, his knees hitting the ground and he looked up at Malik, his palms resting gently on his thighs. Malik grabbed his chin once more, pulling it down. “I didn't say you could look at me.” He could hear the legs of another chair scratching across the floor and Altair had no doubt it was Leonardo. Soft footsteps followed soon but he didn't look up to see if it really was the other man – he wanted to pretend he wasn't there, wanted to focus on Malik completely, the man was everything he needed anyway. He could do this – if Malik could, Altair could as well. Besides... he wanted do. He didn't like to admit to it, but he wanted to make Malik proud. “Take off your shirt and belt.”

He did and he had no idea why but he folded his shirt neatly and placed it right next to his body, pulling his belt free but Malik held his wrist and gently took the leather off his palm. “The belt or my hand boy? What will it be?”, he whispered into his ear as he leaned down to Altair, his hot breath brushing over his skin, making goosebumps rise across his skin like a rash and he shuddered as Leonardo sat down onto the couch behind him, the leather cracking, watching them.

Altair sucked a deep breath in – this was a trick question. Probably. Maybe? He didn't know. He didn't want Malik to be disappointed – he didn't want Leonardo to think of him as a pussy who couldn't take a spanking. So he made his decision. “The belt Sir”, he said softly and lowered his eyes once more, looking down on his hands which lay against his thighs once more, his lashes brushing over his cheeks.

Malik took a sharp breath in and Leonardo whistled softly. “The belt? Really?” His fingers run through Altair's hair and it felt like as if he wanted to comfort him. “Have you ever felt a belt against your skin?”, the man pondered and now his voice turned as gentle as his touches felt against his scalp. Altair shook his head. No he hadn't. All he felt so far was Malik's hand and whip but never a belt. “Then why did you choose it?”

He didn't know how to answer to this for a long time, his breaths the only sounds filling the room and eventually Malik got tired of waiting and his fingers run over his jaw and down his chest, twisting one nipple and Altair leaned forward, his eyes widened with surprise, moaning. “I want to make you proud”, he forced out between gritted teeth and Malik's grip loosened before he pulled his hand back completely. “Really?” He run his thumb lovingly over Altair's nipple and the little nub hardened immediately. “I didn't know you had that in you. I'm impressed but I'm sure it's just bullshit”, and that statement felt like a blow to his stomach. Malik whispered once more into his hear, “You have no idea how much a belt hurts – if you would, you would have never picked it so... it's just empty words, that's all. If you really want to make me proud you're going to beg me for more later”, he smirked and his foot sneaked in between Altair's legs, rubbing along his crotch.

A/N: I don't know how this could happen, I didn't even plan that! I think I've turned Leonardo into a pervert and Ezio's like Maggie from The Simpsons – which I think is funny.
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