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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
- 13
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- 15
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The clattering noise of plates, glasses and silverware being washed stopped and he heard feet shuffling across the floor and he lifted his head, looking into the direction where they came from but Malik pushed him back down. “I didn't say you could move now did I?”, he asked Altair, and fuck that grin of his. He didn't have to see to know it was there as he could hear it in his voice, that delightful little upbeat whenever he was dominating him.

“Everything is alright, Ezio”, Leonardo said from his position on the couch, legs folded and chin propped up on one palm as the busy little bee started working again. Altair could feel his gaze heavy on his back, crawling underneath his skin, Leonardo's eyes burning him. “Why do I even deserve this?”, he muttered underneath his breath as Malik's fingers moved through his hair, combing it this way and that way, the strands slipping through his fingers in a slow, lazy dance. “Because I say so”, he answered and for a second his grip in Altair's hair tightened before he scratched his scalp almost lovingly, one single finger tracing the line of his ear. Malik sounded bored, almost distant but he knew by now it was the man's way to perform, his method of slipping into his role. “Because I want to show our friend just how good you are.” He leaned down and towards Altair, one finger pushing underneath his chin and tilting his head up so he had to meet Malik's eyes. “You wouldn't disappoint me, would you?”

He slowly shook his head, the tip of his tongue darting out from between his lips, flickering across them as Malik run his thumb over it - he knew what this meant, didn't have to hear the words but sucked the man's digit into his mouth, sucking on it gently. “Altair.” Malik pulled his thumb out of his mouth and his fingers dug back into his cheeks as he gripped his chin, forcing him to meet his eyes once more. He held his breath for a second. Malik just didn't say his name like that. He hadn't used it once when he'd introduced him into this kind of … surreal world the first time. He always called him boy, but never his name – so he just assumed one thing: this was about to get serious, this was Malik's way of asking him if he was alright, if he was sure that he wanted this, that he was okay with what else could happen later the evening. Altair closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in and his mind felt heavy as he was pulled deeper and deeper into his own abyss. “I won't disappoint you Sir.”

That was it. This was his answer for the night and it was too late now to take it back – not that he wanted to anyway. Once he'd made his decision he felt strangely calm. His back felt cold and his eyes were set on Malik's eyes, everything else around him fading to a small white knot at the back of his head. He completely blocked out everything else. The smell of leftover food and black coffee, the sour taste of wine still lingering on his tongue. All he could really focus on were Malik's eyes.

Malik sighed and he let go of his chin and leaned back in his chair, folding his legs once more, one arm draped across the chair's back. The shadow of a smile tugged at one corner of his lips. “Good”, he simply told him and he made a small gesture. “Come on here”, and he let his legs fall apart, pointing down between them. Altair didn't even try to get up – of course he wasn't allowed to walk, he knew better than that. So he crawled and he sat back on his kneels, eyes set on Malik's crotch and he thought he could see a bulge growing there. It made the hair on his neck stand to end and his throat just got a little more dry. Apparently he had some effect on Malik as well and it almost made him feel smug, powerful even. Malik could maybe force his will upon Altair, could make him do almost everything he asked him to but he wasn't the only one in control here.

“How many, mh?”, Malik pondered and cocked his head to one side, sighing deeply as if he really didn't know. Altair had no doubt the man knew exactly what he wanted to do with him – he had probably planned everything out right from the beginning. Malik sat back up again, his shoulders straight. “How many boy?”, and he took the belt again, folding it twice and waiting patiently for Altair's answer. It was kind of a trick question – if the number was too low Malik wouldn't be pleased. If the number was too high Altair maybe wouldn't be able to take it. “Come on... just pick a number. Between one and five.”

One and five? Altair almost frowned, his eyes still set on the man's crotch, licking his lips yet again. He hadn't expected for Malik to show some mercy on him. “Three”, he settled for a number eventually as he didn't want to pick the highest. He could hear Malik whistle, followed by a sharp inhale of air. “Three times five – makes a total of fifteen.”

Shit. Altair gritted his teeth – what a sneaky little bastard!

“So...”, Malik purred softly and rose his arm, the belt brushing across Altair's shoulders. “Back? Or ass? Maybe thighs? It's your choice boy.”

He shuddered and Altair didn't know if he should hate or adore him. He had to admit Malik knew what he was doing, had probably doing it for a long time now. He let Altair made the decisions so he felt somehow in control and yet, even though while he could choose between his options, it seemed no matter what Altair decided, in the end it got Malik exactly what he wanted. It probably didn't matter what choice he'd make – all of it would hurt so it really was more about damage control right now. “Back”, he decided eventually since he would spare himself some humiliation that way. No chance in hell he would take off his pants.

“Mmh, what a fine choice you made”, and there it was again, that upbeat and shit... he did something wrong just there, didn't he? He just didn't know his mistake yet but he was sure Malik wouldn't hesitate to show him any second now. “Leonardo, my friend... would you mind assisting me please? It seems I need your help with the matter.”

Leonardo. He would have almost forgotten about him and Altair's muscles went tense, his shoulders rigid. “It would be my pleasure”, he heard his voice, rich and deep coming from behind him and for a moment he thought he could feel his breath brushing across his neck but that was probably just his mind playing tricks on him. Out of the corner of his eye he could see how Malik made a small gesture. He heard fabric moving against fabric and a body shifting behind him, then kneeling down. He startled when one clothed arm wrapped around his middle section, fingers laying sprawled across his skin, a beard tickling his shoulder as Leonardo leaned his chin on it, watching Altair's profile. He could smell the wine on his breath when he breathed out as his hips pressed tight against his backside. “Be a good boy and turn around”, Malik told him, nudging his thigh with one foot and Altair did but it seemed like as if time stood still, the seconds slowly crawling as he turned around, presenting Malik his back. He couldn't pretend anymore Leonardo wasn't there, couldn't pretend that it was just Malik and him. Leonardo's gaze burned into his, his bright blue eyes shining with excitement and yet his face showed nothing of it, replaced by raw, primal hunger. “Come on don't be so shy... he won't bite – not if I don't tell him to”, Malik added with a low chuckle and Leonardo put both arms around Altair's frame, one holding him around his waist, the other one wrapped around his neck with his fingers running through his short hair. They were watching each other and the position was so intimate that it didn't leave him anywhere else to look at but Leonardo.

“I trust you know how to use this?”, Leonardo asked across Altair's shoulder, eying the leather in Malik's hand skeptical. The man just rolled his eyes. “Of course I know. I wouldn't want my boy to get hurt – not in a bad way”, he added with a smirk. “And I won't hurt you either. I'm just going to hit him and his back... you just keep holding him like that. Don't want him to wriggle away”, Malik grinned. Altair just took a sharp breath in as he tried to look away from Leonardo but just couldn't do it – the man managed to hold his gaze somehow, not letting him escape from this. “Will you count for me?” He nodded weakly. It wasn't like as if he really got a choice, was it?

Leonardo smiled at him and he thought it looked almost gentle, maybe reassuring and he kept smiling even as the belt hit his back for the first time, right across his shoulder blades, the pain sharp and unforgivable. Altair gritted his teeth and slumped a little forward, his brow touching the man's shoulder. He closed his eyes tightly and breathed through the pain, his chest heaving heavily. Wow did it hurt! He had no idea it would sting that much, honestly had no idea and now he knew what Malik had been talking about – he would have never picked the belt if he knew just how much pain it could wield. Fuck!

Fingers curled in his short hair just above his neck and Leonardo pulled his head back and away from his shoulder. “No, no, no. I want to see your face when he does this to you”, he purred, his lips still pulled into a gentle, friendly smile.

“I'm waiting boy”, Malik said and Altair searched Leonardo's eyes for mercy but he couldn't find anything in there, just pure and simple curiosity with a hint of lust. “One”, he whispered, emotionless and he hissed when Malik hit him again, his back arching and hips meeting Leonardo's as the force of the blow pushed him forwards. Leonardo tightened the grip around Altair's waist and he could feel it now, that obvious bulge in his pants, his erect member pressing through the fabric and against him. “Two”, he breathed out slowly and when the third one hit him he had to muffle a soft scream, groaning heavily and squeezing his eyes shut. After that, welts formed quickly across his skin and his voice was hoarse when Malik came to fifteen, sweating and panting. At one point Leonardo had let go of his neck and his hand had sneaked between their bodies, his palm pressing into Altair's crotch. Altair had slowly grown hard, the situation just too much for him to handle and he tried to focus onto that soft burning between his legs instead of the one on his back. Honestly, his back stood on fire! Fuck that, fuck Malik, this was just absolutely insane. He would never pick the belt ever again, hell no!

Malik crouched down behind him, his chin resting on Altair's shoulder and he watched Leonardo. Altair felt like a sandwich, trapped between the two men and Malik's hand sneaked around his stomach, brushing across taut muscles and dipping lower, covering Leonardo's. “Do you want to make me proud boy? Do you want more?”, he whispered into Altair's ear as he added pressure to Leonardo's hand causing the man's palm pressing more tightly against his semi erect cock. “I might reward you if you do good”, he added and licked across his ear, sucking gently on the lobe. “Mh?”, he pondered. “Prove me wrong boy. Make me proud”, he purred and stroke across his side and pressing up against his back. Altair trembled as the simple touch of fabric meeting heated skin hurt like a bitch. He moaned and not because of the pressure against his crotch but because Malik knew exactly where he had to push, where it hurt the most. He leaned his head back on Malik's shoulder, watching Leonardo through lidded eyes and for the first time he felt superior to the other man. Leonardo's cheeks were flushed and his breaths shallow, lips slightly parted. He enjoyed watching them, enjoyed watching Altair. He liked what he was seeing, what Malik did to him. Let's see if he could set his mind on fire...

“Yes”, he whispered as his eyes were locked with Leonardo's, “please Sir. I want more.”

Malik kissed his neck, his lips pulled into a grin he could feel against his skin. “What a good boy.”
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