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Down The Rabbit Hole And Back Again	By : Imoshen Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 3972 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Down The Rabbit Hole And Back Again
- 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
- 15
- 16
- 17
She was floating, her mind numb and body weightless. She wasn't breathing, didn't have to – the dead didn't need air. She remembered how it felt to be alive, the warm contact of skin meeting skin, an embrace, the touch of fingers, a kiss. There was no light, only darkness, her feet didn't touch the ground, her hands grabbed nothing. There was nothing, just empty space.

“She's still alive isn't she?”

“Yes.”

She could hear them talking, their voices distant and sounding familiar. She thought of them as memories, maybe.

“Why do you keep her alive?”, the younger voice of the two of them asked but there wasn't an answer.

For a moment she thought she should feel scared but she didn't. The darkness and empty space felt comfortable, as if she'd spent a long time in here, sleeping. She had no idea why she'd woken up but didn't feel eager to go back to rest. She felt weak, as if she hadn't eaten in a very long time but she wasn't hungry nor was she thirsty.

She held no memories, didn't know what she looked like, who she was what she was. Only that she was existing and she didn't have an idea why she thought of herself as female but she knew it felt right.

Her head was empty.

“He will come for her eventually.”

It was the second voice, the older sounding once. She thought maybe it was her father who'd sounded like that – did she even have a father? She wouldn't know. Was it of importance? Probably not. She understood the concept of life and death and while she kept thinking she was dead, she also wondered if she'd ever really been alive.

She closed her eyes, at least she thought she did. She wasn't able to feel her body and in the darkness she wouldn't be able to tell the difference. But she had the feeling she needed to wait just a little longer, just a bit more. Maybe she'd feel human again.

xxx

Another motel, another bed, another fridge and another table and yet it still looked all the same to Altair when he threw the pizza box onto the bed, watching it bounce a little before he turned around to Malik who'd closed the door behind him, whirling the key around his finger.

“Okay, so tell me again why we've been here for another week when we need to get back to New York?” he asked Altair and took off his jacket, an old leather one somebody had left at a bus station – okay, maybe they didn't leave it there but Malik stole it. Big deal. They had fucking Abstergo on their heels, stealing was the least of their problems.

“Isn't it what they expect us to do? Trying to get away as fast as possible? And fuck me if it wasn't my fist reaction after I got that doctor off my ass”, Altair muttered sourly and slumped down onto the bed, kicking his shoes off and folding his legs underneath his body.

“Yes I know, you already said that but- I don't think I've ever seen you waiting that long before making a move.”

“I've waited that long before”, Altair snorted while he turned towards the pizza box, flipping it over.

“Hardly”, Malik said and a small smile tugged at the corner of of his lips but he did come over eventually and sat down next to Altair, picking up a slice.

“I've waited for you”, Altair shrugged and took the first bite. He tried to ignore Malik's stare, really did but in the end he just couldn't stand the weight of his gaze any longer and turned around, mouth still half full of pizza. “What?”

Malik kept staring, then blinked and shook his head. “Nothing.”

Altair snorted. It was ridiculous how fast they'd fallen back into their old roles and how little had changed – the only thing really bothering was Malik being the bitch he knew back from when he'd been the rafiq of Jerusalem, pissed at a young blood thirsty Altair – a man who died a long time ago. He wasn't that arrogant little prick anymore, was he? He'd learned. He'd paid for his sins – and still, Malik made sure to remind him every day just how much he'd fucked up -again- and how much he hated it.

Which made it even worse was the fact that Malik knew he wasn't being reasonable – that he couldn't blame this on Altair. Knowing this made it even worse because now Malik was also angry at himself which made him even more angry at Altair. He thought it made no sense at all but Malik almost gave him a bloody nose three days ago when he'd told him he acted like a woman on her period. He'd tried to lighten the mood but had obviously failed with it – again.

“Then stop staring at me”, Altair said once he'd swallowed, quickly finishing his slice and reaching for the next one. “I won't leave anything for you, you know?”, he said eventually and pointed at the box between their bodies, urging Malik to start eating again.

“Do you think they're observing your friends, co-workers, girlfriend?”

“I don't have friends”, Altair muttered around a mouth full of cheese. “And the people I work with, I work with – I don't hang out with them or anything. I doubt it they expect me to show up at one of their places”, he shrugged.

“And your girlfriend?”, Malik kept pondering and Altair tried hard not to grin – Malik was so blunt at times when he really thought he was so smart.

“Don't know what you're talking about”, although Altair knew exactly what Malik tried to ask.

It wasn't like as if they'd spoken much the last couple of days. To be honest they hadn't spoken at all for most of the time. They'd kept quiet, had changed their locations at night and really tried to keep a low profile and Malik was still pissed at Altair for something he had no control over. He'd thought it was unfair but had soon realized that Malik needed his anger to keep on functioning so he had just taken every blow Malik had thrown at him without complaining. So yeah, right now Altair enjoyed it that Malik wanted to know if he was taken in this time, with Altair being an ass about it and playing dumb.

“Is there someone waiting for you?” Malik tried it again while Altair licked his thumb clean of grease.

“Waiting?”, he asked innocently and while Malik was still holding his first slice, Altair was already going for his third. He could see how Malik's eyes narrowed and dear god, that man had to learn to keep his patience longer! He looked as if he was ready to explode again and Altair supposed he maybe just needed to get laid to get some of the tension out of his system.

“You know what I'm talking about.”

“No Malik, I really don't”, Altair said and guided the piece of pizza towards his mouth, ready to take a bite when Malik slapped his hand, hard, sending the slice flying across the room and it landed with the topping on the dirty carpet. Altair looked at his lost piece of pizza, then slowly at Malik.

“Why did you do that?!”, he asked him while he got up and went for the food, picking it off the ground.

“Don't tell me you're still going to eat that?”

“I once hid in a pile of shit when I was a novice... It just has a little fluff on it, it's still good I can still eat it.”

“I'd rather have you not eating right now.”

“Why not?”

“ Because you haven't answered me yet.”

“If you want to know if I'm available you just have to ask”, Altair told him with one eyebrow arched as he picked the fluffs off his pizza.

“I thought I did”, Malik said sourly.

“Well, you've asked if I have a girlfriend but I think what you really want to know is if you can have that hot piece of ass.”

“You're so full of yourself Altair...”

“Why, you're allowed to be a bitch all the time and I can't be the ass?”

Malik sighed and rubbed his face with both palms, then watched with a disgusted look how Altair took a bite of the pizza slice. “Alright, I admit I haven't been very nice to you the last days-”

“You ever been nice to me?”

“I was nice to you!”

“When?”

“When you got married... oh and when Darim was born.”

It only hurt a little to hear his son's name... Altair liked to pretend it. Just a little - a little reminder of what he once had and what was now lost. He liked to pretend...

He quickly shook the feeling off, tried to push the memories away and he snorted.

Malik offering him a small smile.

“You look even more terrifying when you smile”, Altair noted and pointed at Malik with his food.

“Yeah right”, he scoffed and turned back to eat again.

“So is it out of your system yet?”

“What do you mean?”, Malik asked.

“I don't know, whatever it is that made you look as if you're about to murder me any minute.”

“I still want to murder you.”

“You know I didn't do anything Malik...”, Altair said softly and grew more serious. They needed to end this once and for all. Sometimes he thought Malik had completely forgotten what he'd done after Solomon's Temple, that he'd paid for his sins and was forgiven by Malik.

“I've told you to destroy that thing.”

Oh.

“They're not looking after the Apple, I've thought I've told you that.”

“No”, Malik slowly shook his head. “I'm talking about the Chalice”

“Adha was the Chalice.”

“I know.”

Altair's muscles went tense and he stared into empty space.

“The mentor send you to retrieve it, I've already told you back then that such power doesn't belong in the hands of mankind.”

“So what you're saying is that I should have killed Adha.”

“Yes.” Malik nodded.

Altair took a sharp breath in, suddenly not feeling hungry anymore. “I'm not you.”

“I know. We have different ethics.”

“Would you have killed Kadar if he were to be the Chalice?”

Malik's eyes grew dark. “That's different.”

“No it's not.”

“Yes it is, I loved Kadar-” But Malik grew silent, his eyebrows rising upwards. “Oh I see”, he whispered eventually and Altair got up, forgetting about the half eaten slice of pizza and turning his back towards Malik.

“No you don't. Whatever it is you think you understand, I assure you it's not.”

Malik slowly pulled the pizza box off the bed and put it onto the floor next to his feet. “Then why don't you tell me?”, he asked him and to Altair's surprise, his voice sounded soft, almost understanding and this really made him angry, hands turning into fists so hard his knuckles turned white but in the end, he slowly uncurled his fingers and sighed heavily.

“I don't have a girl.”

“What?” Malik blinked confused and Altair could feel his gaze on his back before he looked at him over his shoulder.

“You wanted to know, didn't you?”

“Well yes, but... but that seems really off topic right now.”

“I don't think it is.”

“I don't understand Altair.”

“Yeah like you never do.”

“What?”

Altair crossed the small distance between them and maybe it was because Malik had been sleeping for so long, forgotten about his reflexes and instincts that he didn't saw Altair's attack coming but before he could even lift his arm, he found himself on the bed with Altair half on top of him.

“What are you doing?”

“Something I should have done a long time ago...”, he said hoarsely, lips just inches from Malik's and Malik's eyes were drawn to them, then met Altair's as he felt his fingertips pressing against his hips, drawing small circles into the skin underneath his shirt.

“You're going to rape me?”

Altair looked hurt, his face turning into a mask of pure white pain. “What? Why would you think that?”

“Are you?”

“Fuck Malik, no I-” But whatever it was he wanted to say he didn't but closed the gap between them, kissing Malik and the man protested underneath him, his body bucking upwards like a wild angry horse fighting against its master, a beast not ready to be tamed yet but his movements came to a stop eventually and Altair thought Malik practically melted into the mattress underneath him when he finally started to return the kiss.

“Why are you always doing this to me?”, Malik whispered after they broke apart for air, his lips a little red and swollen and his voice trembled.

“What do you mean?” Altair looked confused, sitting back on his heels while his hands slowly fell from Malik's body, landing in his lap.

Malik looked hurt. He looked beyond hurt, almost crushed and now Altair could see it in his eyes, how lost and... afraid he actually was. Malik swallowed hard. “Why can't you leave me alone? I've told you centuries ago-”

“You've told me lies!”, Altair roared and he was surprised how angry he sounded, how angry he really felt but he couldn't control himself, not at this moment. “You've told me lies centuries ago and you're telling me lies now”, he added. “You've fucked women?”

Altair's question broke the spell which had befallen Malik and he tore ffo his stupor, eyes blinking and meeting Altair's gaze. “What? Yes I have but this is not the current topic-”

“Yes it is”, Altair interrupted him, hissing the words and he leaned closer again with his flat palm pressing up against Malik's chest. “You've fucked them and you liked it?”, he kept on pondering, narrowing his eyes at Malik.

“Yes I liked it-”, Malik snarled at him, angry and about to attack as Altair kept pressing him into the corner he couldn't escape from.

“Liar.” Altair whispered, his fingers curling over Malik's chest, twisting the fabric of the shirt he wore.

“I'm not lying”, Malik said although his voice had grown softer by now.

“You've fucked them so nobody would know”, Altair kept on challenging him, his hand moving further down Malik's stomach.

“Would know what?”, he asked and now Altair thought his voice sounded thin and broken and there was something hiding between the words, something he hadn't figured out yet.

“How much you like being kissed by a man”, he whispered hoarsely, his hand moving underneath Malik's shirt and he in return gasped.

“I hate it”, Malik insisted although he leaned further onto the bed, his back almost touching the mattress now.

“You love it”, Altair murmured softly and kissed his throat while pushing in between his legs.

“No...”

“You want me.”

Malik didn't say anything to that, head rolling back to offer Altair's lips more access, legs falling further apart as Altair's fingertips moved underneath the waistband of his pants. “You missed this”, Altair added and he nodded weakly.

“I've missed this”, Malik said in a quiet voice and swallowed thickly, his adam's apple bobbing with the movement and he released a shaky breath of air when Altair's hand vanished underneath his jeans in between his legs.

When Malik pressed up against him, his hands searching for Altair's belt to unclasp it Altair hoped he would maybe understand this time.
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