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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
- 16
- 17
- 18
A/N: I realized there's one chapter missing. You can find the missing part in chapter 2. ^^

“Open your mouth boy.”

He could feel fingers brushing over his lips, a thumb pressing down on his bottom lip and he opened his mouth obediently, tongue flickering across salty skin as he sucked along the digit. Altair was sweating, one single drop of it running down his spine, chest falling and rising heavily with every breath he took. He couldn't see, eyes covered by soft black fabric and it made him feel everything so much more intense. He breathed through his nose as Malik pulled away, his thumb stroking down his chin, leaving a wet trail of Altair's saliva behind. His head rolled to his right and he sighed deeply as he was completely at ease, carefree and oh so aroused. He wasn't wearing a shirt, feet free of socks and shoes, his jeans the only barrier between him and the man hovering above his chest. With his cock pressing up against the rough fabric it created a blissful sensation against his heated skin and he pushed his hips upwards, trying to meet some friction. Malik's hand found his stomach, palm laying flat against it and pushing his hips back down. “None of that”, he whispered and Altair licked over his lips, thirsty from anticipation, Malik's fingers kneading his stomach muscles, stroking lower until he reached the waistband of his pants. “Tell me”, he murmured and his palm pressed down over the bulge, rubbing across it and Altair stifled a moan by biting the inside of his cheek.

“Tell you- tell you what?”, Altair pondered and leaned his head back against the mattress, trying to see through the small gap where the blindfold crossed his nose and didn't reach his cheeks completely, giving him the small opportunity to see just a fraction of the world around him. He was able to caught the hint of a smile playing around Malik's lips before the man reached for his face, his palm covering his eyes, adding pressure to keep him from seeing.

“The truth.”

“Truth?”

“What are you, a copycat? Stop repeating everything I say and just spill it boy”, the man's tone grew cold and distant and Altair could tell Malik was close to lose his patience. He rolled his hips underneath Malik's hand and he pulled away. “I said... none of that.” He could feel his breath meeting the warm skin of his face as he leaned close and Altair parted his lips, expecting a kiss but nothing happened. Instead, fingers run through his hair, pushing single strands this way and that way. “Don't make me repeat myself.”

Altair smirked. Just how far could he push Malik? He craned his neck and licked across Malik's throat, using just the tip of his tongue and followed the line of his Adam's apple. The fingers in his hair tightened and pulled his head roughly away. “You can't have this if you won't tell me the truth.”

“I don't know what you're talking about”, Altair whispered while Malik pulled his blindfold away and he blinked against the light invading his eyes, causing them to water. As the world stop blurring and when the images turned distinct again he caught sight of Malik's face, his green eyes [since when did he have green eyes?] watching Altair sternly.

“Why do you keep running away?”

Altair woke up with the sheets tangled around his legs, breathing heavily and staring up the ceiling with wide eyes. He was sweating and his cock stood very much erect and proud between his legs. Just.. fucking hell.

He sighed and rolled to his side, looking for the small clock on his nightstand. 3.29 am. Great. It hasn't been his first dream about Malik, at least this time he woke before his orgasm. No soiled underwear, yay...

Altair knew exactly what went wrong the other night. It was about him and not being able to make up his mind. First, he thought of Malik as a jerk as it had seemed he was only interested in sex, fucking him through the mattress and beyond. Then, Malik actually convinced him that this, all of this was more than just mindless games and then... then Altair dropped Malik. Just like that and he hadn't heard of him ever since. Altair rubbed his face with both hands, groaning and looking up his ceiling. He grabbed his cell from his nightstand, his thumb hovering over the small button which would open his text messages. He put the phone back again. No. He wouldn't do this. He would just forget about it and all which happened and move on with his life.

He didn't want any of this. He didn't want to be just Malik's boy toy and he didn't want for the man to care about him. He didn't want to become someone important and he didn't want to be a nobody either to Malik. To make things short: Altair had absolutely no idea about what he really wanted.

No. That wasn't true actually. It was what he liked to tell himself, what he tried to convince himself of. The real problem was that he knew exactly what he wanted, but he's too afraid to admit to it. Too much of a stubborn, too much of an idiot and Altair just wanted Malik to call him. Wanted the man to call him and make the decision for him. But Malik hadn't called and probably wouldn't. Why should he anyway? Malik just wasn't a man who would run after him, begging Altair to come back. No chance in hell and truth be told, Altair would be disappointed if Malik did something like that. It would somehow shatter the image he had of him. But just as much as Malik wouldn't run after him, Altair wouldn't do so as well. Too proud anyway.

He wouldn't be able to go back to sleep soon and he could still imagine Malik's smell and taste on his lips. He was longing for him, he couldn't deny that. The dreams he had about him told him that almost every night. He couldn't really focus on his work and Rauf was starting to worry. The first couple of days he kept teasing Altair about the dark circles underneath his eyes, making obscene jokes. Then his teasing turned into pity as he realized something was wrong which made Altair even more angry and which almost earned Rauf a punch to his nose. And now it had turned into worry, making it especially hard to work for Altair since Rauf took on most of his assignments and he felt guilty about that. It seemed his life was out of control and while Altair knew Rauf was just trying to help him, it didn't help at all for him to regain some of that control but made his life slip more and more through his hands, just like sand running through his fingers.

He pushed down his boxers and freed his member, his fingers wrapping around the shaft and giving it one delicious first stroke, making him sigh with content as his eyes slipped close. He sometimes wondered if Malik held a gentle side as well, if being dominant was something he couldn't give up during sex or if he would be able to enjoy something vanilla as well. Sometimes he imagined it to be both, Malik tying him up, blindfolding his eyes and kissing every little inch of his body, sucking him and prepping Altair before he would push into him, fucking him gentle and sensual, bringing him ever so slowly to orgasm... He thought he would like that as well just as he liked it kneeling to Malik's feet and opening his mouth wide, taking him all the way in while he would grab the back of his head, guiding Altair's movements and forcing himself deeper down his throat. Altair groaned, toes curling as the image invaded his mind, spinning around and a shuttered moan broke through his lips. Hell yeah he would like that...

Warm semen splashed over his wrist, white strings covering his stomach when he came as he rode his orgasm to the end. He kept slowly stroking himself, his thumb brushing over the tip of his member and it hurt as it was so sensitive now, but he couldn't stop as he was still trapped inside the thick walls of his fantasy and he thought it'd be Malik's hand touching him, Malik pushing him over his limits, ruining his orgasm for him, forcing him to endure the pain... it made it all the more sweeter and only when he could hardly bear it did he let go, his hand falling to the side of his body as he breathed heavily and slowly opened his eyes again. One could almost think he was punishing himself in some sort of way...

It wasn't like as if he missed Malik... he couldn't really say that. They'd only had three dates... two if he didn't count their night at the 3:88. Altair wasn't the type who would fall for somebody fast. But yeah – shit, he did miss talking to him. Missed those fucking smirks and smug smiles, missed that bastard's rare laugh.

Altair sighed and he slowly rolled to his side and sat up, reaching for a paper towel on his nightstand, wiping himself clean. So here he was again, coming down from the high of his climax lying once more to himself. Altair felt disgusted with himself and he threw the paper into one corner of his bedroom. He was torn, torn between his feelings, thoughts and doubts and actually didn't know what to do. This- all of it was just crazy. Right? He needed to talk with somebody about this, needed some input and no, he couldn't ask Rauf as he was somebody he had to meet on a daily basis and he probably wouldn't be able to stand his gaze once he told him about Malik, wouldn't be able to work with him every day if he would know... So why not just talk with the one person who could help him the most in that matter?

Altair grabbed his phone and opened his text messages, his thumb flying across the screen typing the words. For a moment he didn't know if he should actually send it but then again... it couldn't get worse could it?

He pushed send and put his phone back onto his nightstand, curling into his blankets and tried to go back to sleep. When his cell vibrated it caught him by surprise as it was in the middle of the night. When he read the message he rose his eyebrows. He wouldn't have expected such a fast answer.

Yeah we can meet. I pick you up after work tomorrow.

He fiddled with his cell for a second and typed his answer.

Thank you Maria.
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