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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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“So what is it?”, Maria simply asked him and Altair looked up from his coffee he'd been stirring in for the last couple of minutes. They were sitting in a small café just a few blocks from his office and since it was still early in the afternoon it wasn't as crowded as it used to be when people got off work or during lunch time. They were almost alone, sitting on a table for four right next to the window and he could watch people passing by, most of them in a hurry.

“I need your advice”, he told her in a low murmur, not daring to meet her eyes. It still somewhat hurt seeing her and when he woke up this morning he'd wished for a small moment it had only been a dream him texting her but as he had looked on his cell he had groaned in frustration. It hadn't been a dream and she really had picked him up after work. Now they were sitting here, Altair having a coffee while Maria nibbed on her tea, adding sugar and milk to it. Why he asked Maria to meet him was a mystery of its own and Altair hadn't found the answer to it yet. Probably because he didn't have much friends, didn't like the company of others that much. Maria and he had been dating for a long time and she probably was the only person who knew him the best even though they'd been separated for a couple of months now and had hardly spoken a word with each other.

“Really?” She cocked one eyebrow at him but smiled. “I was worried for a moment, you know? When I got your text last night.” She took a small sip of her tea. “That you maybe want for us to get back together...”

Altair looked sharply up at her. “No”, he shook his head and for split second his face turned into a grimace. He hadn't thought of Maria for a long time now and... he hated to admit it but Malik was mostly the reason for that. “How is Robert anyway?” Maria simply looked at him and released the air slowly between her lips. His question was more like a peace offer, making it clear he knew exactly to whom her heart belonged to and that he wasn't interested in her any longer. She nodded once and tilted her head to one side. “He's good... meeting with some graphic designer right now. For the new flyer for his company you know? He started working there just a couple of weeks ago. Abstergo Industries or something.

Altair nodded, pursing his lips. “Good...”, he said after a while and for a moment anger was rising inside of him but it was a long time ago and... and ever since Malik he thought he'd made his peace. “I just need the advice of somebody who knows me – and I mean really knows me.”

Maria leaned back in her chair. “Okay now... spill it. You're making me really curious here”, she smirked and brought her cup of tea back to her lips, blowing across it so it would cool a little and she'd be able to drink it.

“I met somebody”, and as soon as he started to speak she put the cup back down and leaned a bit forwards. He wasn't a fan of not cutting to the chase right away so he didn't see the point in doing small talk first. “And I have no idea...” Altair run his fingers through his hair, “I have no idea what to make out of it. I'm... I'm really confused.”

“What are you confused about exactly?”, Maria asked in a gentle voice, leaning down on her elbows.

Altair took a deep breath and he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. “Well... for once... it's a man-”

“A man?!”

“Shh! I think the guy down the block couldn't hear you”, he hushed her and glared at her angry. “Yes, a man”, he told her and made a small waving motion with his hand. “Don't look at me like that. Maria. Stop. Stop grinning like that. Maria!”

The woman chuckled softly and hid her smile behind her palm. “I'm sorry but this is really cute.”

“What?” He looked at her in disbelieve and maybe also a little lost – was it that everybody knew expect for him?

“It's not like as this comes as a surprise. I mean, yeah, it does but I've always thought you're bi.”

Altair's eyes narrowed with confusion and he leaned back in his chair, one leg stretched while the other one bounced nervously. Maria brushed him off, “A woman's intuition. The first time I considered you bi was when we watched that football game and you got horny like a-”

Altair hushed her again. “Yes thank you, I can remember. No need for you to tell that story again.” He looked miserable and grumpy, a small pout standing on his lips and his facial expression didn't help at all for Maria's smirk to vanish. “It's alright Altair. I don't judge you”, she told him in a gentle voice as it became clear his distress only grew within the minute. She reached for his hand and as her thumb stroke across his wrist he wanted to pull away. It was one thing to meet his ex who'd cheated on him, it was another when she touched him. Though he didn't withdraw but granted himself the small gesture of comfort. He'd really missed it talking with somebody who understood him on so many levels.

“So, tell me about him”, she reassured him, her voice small, quieter now so not many could hear them.

“He's a jerk”, Altair muttered and his fingers run over the rim of his cup of coffee as he tried to distract himself so his face wouldn't hold the color of a tomato. “I met him at this club and we spent the night together... or half the night. He kicked me out afterwards and-”

“Afterwards?”, Maria repeated, her eyebrows shooting up so they met the line of her hair, eyes wide with curiosity. “What does that mean?” She held one of those smirks again and it reminded him of Malik.

“It's exactly what you think it is”, he nodded and wiped his face with one hand. “And I really... I don't... I don't know, okay?” Altair looked at her helpless.

“So you're freaking out because you had sex?” Maria arched one eyebrow at him.

“Sort of...”

“Because he's a man?”

“No, no”, he told her quickly. It hadn't really bothered him that much. It wasn't the real issue after all.

“Then why do you look like a scared little chicken?”

At that he shot her an angry glare and pulled his hand away. “I'm this close to just leave you here”, he told her and held his finger and thumb close together so they were almost touching.

“Alright”, Maria shook her head, her hair falling like a wave over her shoulders. “I didn't mean to offend you. But you do look like one Altair. I'm honest with you, I never knew you could be like this”, she gestured down his body and there was concern showing in her voice. “You know?”

He thought about it for a while and yes, yes it was true. He felt like as if Malik had knocked him right off his balance. This wasn't him on so many levels and Altair had to admit to himself, even he didn't recognize himself anymore. “It's not because I had sex with a man... it's- it's more because of the sex itself. He's- he's into some real heavy stuff.”

“What? Fisting?”

“Maria! No!” He looked at her horrified. “God, no... no!” Well... though it wouldn't kind of surprise him if Malik were but... no! Away with those mental pictures, no no no. He stared puzzled at her before he shook his head as a small shiver run down his spine. “He's... really into BDSM”, he told her and his voice was so quiet she had to lean forward to understand him. She didn't say anything to that and Altair just continued. Better to get over with this sooner than later. “We met at this club... the 3:88”, and by the look on her face he was sure she'd heard about it, “and he showed me a few things. Made me call him 'Sir', tied me up, gagged me... took me home with him, asked me if I wanted to do this on a regular basis...”

His voice trailed off and when he didn't continue talking Maria couldn't hold back anymore. “And?”, she asked, urging him to tell her more.

“And I sort of... maybe have said yes to it. That I would think about it and- and he told me he would call and he didn't and then I met him on my way to work and he asked me out. I said yes even though I was real angry that he kicked me out after our night together and then that he didn't call me like he said he would.” Altair sighed deeply, rubbing his face once more with both hands. “And he'd told me he waited for me to be ready and-” He went quiet again, staring for a long time down on his coffee. “I think he's quite fascinating. He has all these layers of personality and it's difficult to understand him or his actions. But it seems like he's really concerned all the time and then the other night-”

“Yes?”

“He went out with me and told me to he wanted to spend to whole weekend with me. I met friends of his and... I don't know how I was ever able to do this but I submitted to him in front of his friends and when I was at my limits he accepted it.” His voice grew quieter with every word that spilled over his lips, with every letter rolling across his tongue. “I asked him what I am to him... what we are. I needed to know. I can't put all my trust into somebody who's just after sex”, Altair sighed in the end.

Maria's expression had went from sheer curiosity to mild concern, but now she was looking at him with nothing but warm eyes. “And what did he say?”, she asked gently.

“He told me I'm art to him.”

It was Maria now who looked puzzled. “Art?”

“It was me who brought it up first. He said he finds me interesting, I told him art is interesting but nothing you really care about. He said art is something to love, that it's passion...”

He looked up then, meeting her eyes and she held her hand in front of her mouth, looking at him emotionally. “Oh that's wonderful”, she said and Altair hung his head low between his shoulders. “But that's wonderful Altair. He cares about you doesn't he? He's more than just interested in you...”

“Yes I know and that's the problem!”

“Why? Are you not interested in him?”

“Yes, yes I am and probably more than I should-”

“You're scared”, she told him and it was neither a question nor statement, just a simple fact she voiced out loud.

“Yes...”, he admitted and his shoulders were trembling now that it was out in the open.

“Because of me – what I did to you.” Her voice was full of regret.

“Yes”, and he looked up at her just then and maybe it should satisfy him seeing the hurt written all over her face but it didn't. Hard feelings wouldn't help at all, they were adults he could deal better with this than a teenager.

Maria leaned back in her chair, playing with her cup of tea. “Call him.”

“Why should I?”, he muttered and leaned his cheek on his palm, eyes lowering to watch the milk in his coffee swirling.

Maria sighed, a lopsided smirk standing on her lips. “Come on now Altair... don't tell me you really are that oblivious?”

“Oblivious to what?”

“You falling in love.”

His head snapped back up. “No I'm not. I don't know him that well and...”

“Call him. He's working so hard to gain your trust. It seems like he's worth the try. You can't keep hiding behind your past, you know? You can't play the card of me cheating on you all the time. From what you've told me he deserves to get at least a chance. So give it to him. Call him. I can see you want to. It hurts you not having contact with him.”

Altair just watched her for a long, long time and his face grew hard again, his look cold and distant. He fumbled with his pocket and Maria sighed as she knew him just too well, knowing what was about to come. “You're running again...”

He didn't answer her as he put the money down on the table, enough to pay for his coffee and some generous tip. Before he could leave Maria grabbed his wrist and he looked down on her hand, then met her eyes.

“You're running again Altair”, she said again, much softer now. “Think about my words. You were the one coming to me and asking for advice. That's all I want, just think about what I've told you and what you've told me. No wrong will come out of it. Just get clear about what you really want and then make your decision.”

There was a soft buzzing noise coming from her and she let go of his hand, holding up one finger while she reached into her pocket. “Don't go”, she told him sternly and Altair didn't know why but he waited. Maria flipped her phone open, reading the message she got. She put her cell back just a second later.

“Everything alright?”, Altair asked her, watching Maria gathering her coat and purse.

“Yeah... just Robert. His graphic designer is sick so he leaves early...” Maria sighed and looked at Altair. “Come on. I give you a ride home.”

He nodded and once she got up, followed her out of the small café, fingers twitching as he wanted to pull put his own phone and call Malik.
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