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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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Malik slipped his hand underneath Leonardo's fingers, popping the first of his jean's buttons open and he tensed, trying to lean back and away from the touch. “What's that? I thought you wanted some fun”, he purred into his ear, breath crawling in hot little puffs across his skin and Altair sucked his stomach in, his eyes closed. There was only so much he could take and yes, having a man he only knew for a couple of hours see his dick wasn't one of them. Malik must have known right from the beginning, there was no other way for Altair to explain why he would chuckle into his ear as he did right now, pulling him closer against his chest while Leonardo followed – there wasn't anywhere else for him to go so he went completely still, his chest rising and falling with every shuddering breath he took. “You don't want him to jerk you off?”, Malik asked him and Altair could imagine how his eyes narrowed, watching his profile and licking over his lips, like a hungry wolf playing with its prey.

“No”, he told him, a soft whine following soon as Malik squeezed him since his fingers had found their goal and wrapped around his hardening cock. Altair cracked one eye open and Leonardo was looking at him, watching their exchange of words with curious eyes. His breath was a bit more erratic than it had been a few minutes ago and yes, he could see it very clearly, the outlines of the man's dick very visible underneath the taut fabric of his jeans. He was a little proud he could make a man feel like this without even touching him – could make him hard without laying a hand on him. He hadn't even got naked, beside his lost shirt of course.

“Why?”, Malik whispered into his ear, his teeth closing around the lobe, pulling and biting but it didn't hurt, in fact it did quite the opposite and Altair suppressed another shudder.

“I'm yours to touch”, Altair swallowed thickly and Malik withdrew his hand and instead curled his fingers in Altair's short hair above his neck, pulling his head back so he was laying on his shoulder, throat exposed. “Not his.”

“Oh I see... you did your homework boy. I'm proud, I have to admit that. But Leonardo's a good friend and I allow him to touch you.” Leonardo had pushing his fingers close to Altair's waistband, the tips almost dipping underneath the elastic material of his boxers.

“No.”

Leonardo's hand stilled and Altair opened his eyes fully, the grip of Malik's hand in his hair tightening. “No?”

“No Sir.”

“Why?”

“I can't- I don't want him to-”

He was at a loss of words, stumbling over the letters. Malik's fingers came loose and instead he scratched across his neck in an almost loving manner. “What color boy?” He didn't answer at first so Malik asked again. “What color Altair?”

“Orange.”

This was something Malik had told him via SMS a few days ago and Altair could remember. He wasn't a fan of safe words but liked the color method and Altair couldn't disagree with that as he liked it better as well – it didn't destroy the mood completely as a safe word would maybe do. With colors, Malik could make sure if he was alright without stopping the game. Green meant everything was alright and he was fine with what was going on. Orange he was at his limits and can't go further. Red meant to stop, right away. At the moment he wasn't really sure if he was at his limits but he also knew Malik would let Leonardo jerk him off, because it's what he wanted to see – this wasn't a reward, it never is - it's really about what Malik wants to see and what not. And right now he wanted to see his friend giving him a handjob.

“Alright”, Malik nodded and he run his fingers through his hair before he stood up and he already missed the warmth of his chest against his heated back. Altair watched Leonardo and saw how his eyes followed Malik's movements and he nodded, why he didn't know. He stood up and Altair slumped forwards as he was knocked off his balance for a split second but it was hardly a movement.

“Five more.”

Ah, he'd almost forgotten about that and he braced himself for what was to come. It got him excited and it wasn't because of the pain. What got him really excited was the knowing of somebody deciding when and where the pain would come, the idea of somebody owning him in a certain kind of way – it made him feel oddly strange, almost secure and his breath got quicker. He probably liked this even more than getting beaten with a belt – no, he liked this a lot more. This was what Malik wanted after all and he came to realize that he wanted to give some of that feeling back by making him proud. He wanted to serve, wanted to make him feel good.

“Thank you Sir.”

He could tell by the look on Leonardo's face that something changed just right now. His eyes got a little wider and flickered quickly to Malik standing behind him before they settled back on Altair's face and for a few moments nothing happened at all. The couch cracked when he leaned forwards, grabbing Altair's wrists and pulling him between his legs holding his hands tightly so he had to follow his movements. If it weren't for Leonardo he would lose his balance in that position and their faces came close, very close so they practically breathed the same air. He could hear the belt moving through the air before it even hit him, right across the shoulders from left to right. Altair groaned and took a sharp inhale of air, holding it in for half a second before he released his breath through his lips in a small hiss. “One”, he muttered and Leonardo changed his hold, using only one hand to keep his wrists in place and tilted his head upwards with his other one by pressing two fingers underneath his chin. Altair didn't close his eyes, not this time – this time he wanted Leonardo to see, wanted to show him exactly what Malik did to him, how it made him feel and that he loved it, that this was something he gave Malik by his own free will, that it was him who secretly had control right now.

He felt the pain before he heard the belt cutting through the air this time, the pain sharp and leaving nothing but a hot memory on his skin. The leather hit him lower and he flinched, his back arching and forcing him further into Leonardo's hold, their faces so close their lips were almost touching and his eyes crossing when he looked at him. “Two”, Altair said, louder this time and he swallowed heavily, trying to push the pain down down down to the pit of his stomach where it'd be eaten by his lust.

Time and space blend into each other, making it difficult for him to decide which came first, the pain or the noise of the belt moving in Malik's hand but it didn't matter because in the end, he swallowed a silent sob as he'd hit him again. Altair opened his eyes, he hadn't realized he'd closed them and they were wide, dilated and glassy as his gaze roamed over Leonardo's face. He could tell he was slowly drifting away as he couldn't feel the man's fingers on his skin anymore holding his wrist, couldn't hear the soft noise of his breathing. “Three”, he said and couldn't really hear his own voice but knew he'd moved his lips, formed the letters with his tongue and let them roll across his lips in a soft whisper. The pain was there, yes, but he couldn't tell where it started or where it ended, he was drowning in a sea of agony and pure, simple bliss.

The fourth came and he only knew because his muscles were twitching where the belt had made contact with his skin. Altair whispered the number, his voice hoarse as he sounded out of breath and everything seemed just so far away, his body weightless and head light. Leonardo pulled him further in between his legs and he slumped forwards, his brow meeting the man's shoulder as he couldn't hold himself upright anymore. His thighs were trembling and he hoped it would be over soon because he could hardly take this a second longer – not because of the pain but because of what Malik did to his head. He felt like slowly going insane, losing contact with reality and he needed Malik to prove him wrong to show him he was still there. The last blow came and Altair's eyes rolled back, his stomach's muscles contracting as he trembled violently. He cried the number and bit hard on his tongue, tasting the iron of blood, his chest heaving underneath heavy breaths. He was gone, completely gone and out of it. His world turned upside down and there was the loud noise of running water like a waterfall as his vision started to blur, his view getting smaller as the walls came closer and closer until everything just swallowed him in a whole.

He felt an arm sneaking around his waist and pulling him, his back meeting a warm strong chest and he slowly opened his eyes, his breath heavy. A hand stroke over his face down to his jaw and across his throat and when the fingers traveled over his mouth his tongue met them, the digits leaving trails of his own saliva on his skin. “Altair...” It was Malik, Malik's voice whispering his name into his ear, Malik holding him in a loose embrace as he knelt behind him. For a moment he thought he could feel his heart beating underneath the fabric of his shirt and skin. Altair's head rolled to one side, Malik cupping his cheek until his fingers came to a stop and spread across his throat, his thumb drawing small circles.

“Wow...”

It was Leonardo's voice and he watched him through heavy lidded eyes before his gaze found Ezio's figure standing in the doorway to the kitchen, a plate and a towel in his hand, staring at them open-mouthed.

“You did good Altair”, Malik whispered again and kissed his temple. “You did good.”

His eyes fell shut again and a goofy grin spread across his lips. He was tired and felt satisfied, completely satisfied and at peace, Malik holding him in arms probably one of the best feeling he'd ever experienced.

Yeah he did good.
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