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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
- 15
- 16
- 17
A/N: I just realized that there was one chapter missing - you can find the missing part in chapter 2!

It was already late in the evening and they had moved to the living room and sat down on the couch with Leonardo and Ezio sharing the second one so he and Malik had their own. His head was resting on Malik's lap, the man's fingers running in small little circles through his hair, soothing him and coaxing him towards sleep. His back felt hot and Malik had told him he would tend to it later – right now his limbs felt too heavy as if he could move, the whole scene had just made him too damn tired as if he could care about anything right now. The others were talking, their voices rising and falling in waves and sometimes Leonardo would laugh at something Ezio said. Altair didn't follow their conversation as he was half-asleep. He startled when Malik shook his shoulder and he blinked his eyes open, craning his neck to look up at him. "What?", he asked, his voice heavy with sleep and he slowly sat up.

"We're going", Malik told him and grinned, shaking his head. "Fix your hair, you look like as if you just gotten out of bed." Altair's hands flew to his hair, smoothing it down as best as he could.

"Somebody looks worn out", Leonardo grinned and Altair blushed. He blushed and lowered his gaze, not able to meet Leonardo's eyes. After their little... session he'd been too far gone as if to care about what the man thought about him. Now, as his mind slowly started working again he felt the lightest sting of remorse, maybe even shame for exposing himself in such a way. Oh well... it wasn't like as if Leonardo hadn't enjoyed it. If he didn't feel ashamed why should Altair? He groaned as he straightened his shoulders, his shirt rubbing along his skin creating a blissful sensation on his heated back. He rubbed the back of his head and shrugged with his shoulders. "Yeah well, Malik made sure of that", Altair muttered, trying to sound casual but his voice was a little pressed. He stood up with a light groan, his legs feeling still too heavy as if he could move them properly, his feet tingling as the blood started flowing back into his limbs.

"You should come by again", Leonardo purred as he followed them to the door, Ezio not too short behind him, hands shoved into his pockets. Malik patted Leonardo's shoulder as he passed him, smiling. "I agree with you. I think Altair had fun as well – isn't that right boy?"

Altair shuddered slightly, whole body tensing and he stopped, his eyes burning into Malik's back. He licked slowly across his lips, nodding once. "Yes." Malik reached behind him and turned his head to watch Altair over his shoulder as he took his hand into his own, squeezing once. It made him startle and he looked with surprise at the other man, then down on their joined hands and back up again. Malik pulled him out and into the hallway, letting go of Altair's hand for a brief second as he hugged Leonardo quickly for a good bye.

"Have fun you two", Leonardo grinned, standing in the door as Altair waved at him, Ezio standing like a shadow behind the other man, waving as well before he crept back into the apartment. He could hear the door closing behind them as he turned back to Malik, watching him from the corner of his eye. They didn't speak to each other and stopped in front of the elevator. Malik pushed the button and it lit up green. The doors closed behind them and still none of them breathed a word. "Did you plan any of this?", Altair asked eventually and broke the silence. Malik just smirked and shook his head. "Not one single thing."

"Then how come we did this?", Altair pondered and leaned against the elevator's wall, hands shoved into his pockets. Malik shrugged with his shoulders. "Why shouldn't I? I thought it fitted the situation just fine. Leonardo was curious and you practically invited him to watch a scene between the two of us."

He blinked at Malik, jaw slack. "Wait a minute- how?"

The doors opened again and they stepped outside and into the barely lit hall, making their way towards the doors and out into the cold night. "You could have just told him it's not any of his business what we do in bed and he would've probably shut up." He could feel Altair's look on him. "It's not like as if I forced you to answer him – didn't I?" He shrugged with his shoulders as if to make his point.

"No you didn't", Altair told him while Malik reached for his wrist, lacing their fingers together. "Then why did you do it?", he asked Altair straight forward as he looked ahead.

Altar was caught off guard and all his muscles went tense as he hunched his shoulders when they walked down the street, the lights illuminating them in a soft glowing orange. He knew exactly why he did it but he wasn't ready to tell him and maybe he'd never be. So instead, he pressed his lips tightly together thinking fast before he remembered that he didn't own Malik anything. "Personal reasons", he simply said, making it very clear he didn't want to tell him. Truth was, it was the way Malik had looked at him, how he'd taken his hand, squeezing and reassuring him with his silent support. It had felt right – simple as that and Altair actually stopped right underneath a streetlight, causing Malik to halt his movements as well.

"Why are you doing this?", he asked him, looking straight into Malik's eyes, Altair's fingers slipping away from his hand.

"What? This? I would call this a date and-"

"No", Altair interrupted him, shaking his head and made a small gesture with his hand. "I mean all of this. I mean- I make this one small decision one day, thinking to myself 'Try something new, go outside for a chance' and then I meet you and you turn my whole life upside down, just like that", he snapped his fingers. "Why?"

Oh – yes, he could see it on Malik's face, the way his eyes got a bit bigger, his lips turning into the shape of a small 'o'. He understood. The man licked over his lips, taking a step away from Altair and looking down. It- well, if this wasn't the first time he saw Malik... what, insecure? Nah... Altair was probably just imagine it and he expected Malik to look up any minute now, grinning smugly at him.

He didn't.

"Altair... when I came on to you that night you agreed coming with me and I'm pretty sure I know why. I bet you were annoyed by me and my behavior, ready to rip my head off."

Yes. That about sums it up.

"You probably kept saying yourself that you can't let me get away thinking you're a pussy, not able to take a good old fashioned spanking. Yeah, you wanted to show me, didn't you? You wanted to keep your pride in front of me even though you barely knew me." Malik took a step closer and the man he met at the 3:88 all those weeks ago came back into view again. "You can pretend all you want, Altair, but if you weren't truly interested you would have never come with me. You would've just told me to fuck off and moved on with your business. The reason why I do this is because I know who you are, who you truly are. You know this isn't about sex, at least not all of it is."

"But why me? I mean, you hardly know me and you didn't know me at all back when we met. So..."

At this, Malik smiled a little and he brushed some hair out of his face, his nose a little red from the cold while a white cloud of breath gathered in front of his mouth. "You're my type Altair. I find you interesting. All the things I've already told you – does the answer not satisfy you?"

He shook his head, his hands cold and he slowly curled and uncurled his fingers to keep them warm. "No, it actually doesn't satisfy me. You know what's interesting? Art. Something pretty to look at, to wonder about, to touch and see how it feels. It's nothing you really care about when you move from one sculpture or painting to another."

"Oh Altair... you have no idea about art have you? Or else you wouldn't speak in such way about it. You know what art is? It's passion, it has a soul and a life by its own. It's something to care about, something to love, something which can help setting your mind free to become who you truly are. So if you want to compare yourself with art then yes, that's exactly what you are to me."

They weren't standing too far away from an intersection, the traffic lights flashing a bright red and Altair bit the inside of his cheek, breathing heavily and staring at Malik who held his gaze, the both of them not moving at all. His chest rose and fell and he grit his teeth so hard it hurt his jaw. Malik's words hung heavily in the air above their heads, their weight pushing Altair down, making him feel like as if he was drowning and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't reach the surface, the meaning of them only made him sink deeper. "You care about me." It wasn't a question but a statement and he had no idea what to make out of this. Sex was one thing but feelings... Feelings meant Malik cared - cared about Altair and he had no idea what it did to him. He wasn't like that, wasn't he? He just... wasn't...

"It's what I've been telling you all this time", Malik told him softly and looked up the dark sky, sighing deeply.

"No", Altair rose one finger, pointing it at Malik. "Don't try to turn this around so I look like the idiot here. You didn't tell me 'all the time'." He made small little quotation marks in the air with his fingers. "You've been toying with me. Alright, maybe I've interested you enough to come onto me, I give you that. But don't you dare telling me you've been caring about me right from the beginning."

Malik blinked at him, looking almost heartbroken. He probably hadn't expected such a strong reaction especially not Altair's anger and, yes, he seemed actually helpless as he didn't understand any of it. "Why are you so angry?", he pondered and tried to reach for Altair, but he just shook his hand off. "I think we've already covered this subject. Didn't we?"

Altair actually shook with rage because yes, Malik was right and he had made a decision as he had agreed on going out with him. He realized he tried to turn this around, to wipe it off on Malik but it wasn't just that easy, was it? Altair knew exactly why he was so angry, why the man's statement caused him to stumble so badly, making it seem like as if nothing made sense anymore. Malik though made him feel like as if he put false words into his mouth and he curled his fingers into a tight fist and hit him, his knuckles meeting the man's jaw and since the blow had caught Malik off guard, he stumbled a few steps backwards before he found his balance. His hand flew to his chin and he spit out, leaning slightly forwards as he felt around the skin.

"What the fuck?", he looked up at Altair before he held his fingers in front of his face to see if they were covered with blood. They weren't but his jaw looked like as if it was about to bruise later.

"Fuck you Malik", he told him, his voice trembling with anger and as Malik tried to get closer he pushed against his shoulder as he didn't want him to touch him. "This -all of this- was a stupid idea. You know what? I think that's it." He made a small motion with his hand. "Let's just not see each other anymore."
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