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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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A/N: Betaed by the lovely Opal lighT

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Altair had dialed Malik's number and was waiting for the man to pick up as he sat down on his couch, crossing one foot over the other and placing both of them on the small coffee table, taking the remote and turning on the TV. He was wearing his none-too-fancy attire consisted of boxers and a way too big t-shirt as it was already pretty late in the evening and there was little need for formality. It took him a day worth of working up the courage to call the other man. He grew impatient as it was ringing still and he slowly released the breath he was holding. Malik eventually did pick up and Altair opened his mouth to speak but for a moment he was at a loss. Malik didn't say anything but Altair could hear him breathing so he knew he was there.

“Malik?”, he asked carefully with a breathy voice.

“It's me”, he told Altair and oh, that didn't sound good. Malik's voice was nasal and hoarse as if he was sick, maybe a cold or something. “So how drunk are you?”

Altair blinked and he switched through the channels, stopping at ESPN. “Drunk? What do you mean?”

Malik chuckled softly but it ended in a small coughing fit. “It took you three weeks to call. And knowing you you're probably nervous as hell. I won't judge you for giving yourself some liquid courage.”

There was a football game going on and Altair blushed as he remembered Maria's remark at the coffee house today. “I had one or two beer-”

“Ugh. Beer? When will you finally start drinking something good?”

“-or maybe four”, Altair muttered and he leaned back into the couch, making himself comfortable as he watched the players running across the field. He wondered how long it would take for him to finally ask Malik what he really wanted to ask, but his heart was beating too fast at the moment and he could barely think as it was. Maybe he should have stopped at the third beer... He wasn't drinking usually so it was no surprise when the alcohol washed over his brain after less than ten minutes.

“I take it that since you're calling me you calmed down a bit”, Malik murmured and Altair felt relieved that it was Malik and not him bringing up the topic. He would have probably started talking nonsense and made a fool out of himself was it the opposite. Perhaps he already was – but to hell with it, he was drunk and couldn't care less now.

“Yeah”, he admitted shyly and his hand fell loosely in his lap once he had put the remote next to his side. “Malik. I, uhm... Could we meet?”

“I thought you said it'd be better if we wouldn't see each other anymore.”

Ouch. Yes, that sounded about correct but Altair hadn't realized how much it hurt hearing those words and he felt sorry for them. “I did”, he nodded and his eyes wandered towards a close-up on the TV, a pretty good close-up of some guy's backside showing his ass in this ridiculous tight pants. Altair tilted his head to one side as he watched the muscles moving and shifting underneath the thin fabric. “About that... Look, I would rather tell you in person.”

Malik coughed again and it sounded like as if he put his palm over the speaker as he blew his nose. “If you still want to end things you can just as well do it now. Look, we've been on a few dates. It's not like as if you own me anything.” But when Malik said, Altair thought it wasn't what he really wanted to say – maybe he was just imagining thing. He liked to believe that. A lot.

“No, it's not like that.” He leaned a bit forward, one elbow propped on his knee and he ran his fingers over his face. “I don't- I don't want to end this”, Altair whispered into the speaker and closed his eyes. He thought it was a bit of a mood trasher as Malik coughed again. “You're sick, I'm sorry. Maybe it's the best if I call you some time later-”

“Alright”, Malik interrupted Altair and he sounded tired, his voice yet stern as if he had just gained a bit of control back. “I've called in sick at work for today, but I'm going to meet you Friday if I feel better.”

“Uh, yeah sure. I would love that.” He was actually smiling, slowly letting go of a breath of relief and Altair leaned back again, eyes once more roaming over the TV screen.

“Oh would you now? We're going to meet at the restaurant we did the last time”, and Altair found it sort of... appealing how Malik's voice left no room for an argument. “8 pm – and you won't order beer or any of that shit. You're going to get yourself something nice to drink.” He hadn't realized how his fingers started playing with the waistband of his boxers, the tips slowly dipping underneath the elastic material and brushing through the first curls of hair leading from his navel down to his crotch. “That's fine...” Altair was lost. He would never admit to it, would always deny if somebody would ask him but he needed to get back on some familiar ground with Malik – and that meant sex. It was all he knew since it seemed the moments where he was honest the most where the moments he knelt to Malik's feet.

There was a long pause on both ends and eventually Malik broke the silence. “Is there anything else boy?”

Oh... oh. Altair shuddered and he closed his eyes for a split second, the word itself enough to get himself lost in his own mental cinema. Wow – he had really missed that, hadn't he? And even though it could drive him out of his mind, it also helped Altair to settle his whirling thoughts and brought them back into focus. “I'm having my hand down my boxers.”

... what the fuck did he just say? What the fucking hell did he just say? Altair went very, very quiet and propped himself up a bit, shoulders tense as he didn't dare to move. That was the beer talking. Of course it was – there simply was no other explanation for why he would say such a thing - on the phone no less! Malik chuckled but it sounded raspy. “Is that so, mh?” he pondered amused. “Is that your way of telling me you've missed me?”

Altair cupped his balls before he dragged his fingers over his shaft and curled them around it. He let go of a shaky breath. “It's me telling you I'm horny.” Of course he had missed him – but there was no chance in hell he would tell Malik that over the phone. That was something he actually wanted to tell him in person and he wasn't that drunk. He could still filter his words but, … shit. That also meant he couldn't blame the alcohol for telling Malik he was playing with himself, right? Tch. It probably was that man’s fault then. He had turned Altair into a pervert. That sounded about right, a very good excuse for him to help shake the embarrassing feeling away.

“And now?”, Malik pondered and Altair thought his voice was something which could get him off within a few seconds if he would whisper just the right words to his ear.

“Uh – I- I don't know”, he admitted quietly, his cock growing hard as he moved his fingers across the sensitive skin, his thumb playing with the tip and rubbing along it. “I thought you would tell me...” He licked carefully over his lips, wriggling his hips and pushing down his boxers with one hand before he returned taking his dick in his hand once more. Malik sniffled on the other side of the line.

“Well if you don't know I can't help you boy”, Malik rasped and shit, he was really sick wasn't he? Oh god this was just a stupid, stupid idea.

“Altair”, Malik sighed, “I have no idea what you're so afraid of, I have honestly no idea what's going on in that pretty little head of yours. So you don't want to talk with me on the phone about this, that's fine and I understand. But I am going to tell you one thing: if you still want to see me, if you still want to go out with me, then you won't touch yourself until we meet on Friday. If it's that what you need right now then that’s what I'm going to give you. I'm sick, I'm tired and I'd rather be awake when you're going to moan in my ear.”

Altair let go of his member, eyebrows rising and his lips held the shape of a small 'o'.

“There are two more days 'till Friday. I'm sure you've been thinking about this for the last three weeks but I recommend you figuring out what you want within the next two days. You not being allowed to touch yourself is just a little foretaste of how it's going to be if you decide to keep seeing me so you won't forget what I'm into.”

He could tell Malik was holding back – there was something more going on he didn't want to tell him and Altair wondered what it was. He thought Malik sounded angry but that didn't feel right. He wasn't angry but he couldn't put his finger on it yet. He pulled his boxers back up, suddenly very embarrassed for doing this while talking with Malik on the phone, actually telling him what his hand was taking care of. He swallowed thickly. “Okay... no touching myself”, he whispered while his cheeks heated up and thank god Malik couldn't see him right now. “Won't do it”, he breathed into the speaker and he stared off into empty space.

“Altair?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you understand what I was trying to tell you?”

There was silence for a whole of three seconds.

“Yeah...?”

Malik sighed, Altair imagined him rubbing his face with frustration. “I'm going to tell you on Friday.”

“No, you can tell me now, I don't mind.”

“I do. I would rather see your face”, Malik voice sounded soft, gentle even. “It's only fair isn't it?”

“I guess it is”, Altair shrugged and bit his lower lip. He thought he'd understand. “I see you Friday then?” Now he felt excited and he couldn't hide the hope in his voice.

“If I feel better. Can I sleep now?” The grin was obvious in Malik's voice and Altair smiled himself.

“Yeah you can sleep. Get well soon...”

“I will.”

He ended the call and Altair just sat there, staring straight ahead, the game forgotten. He got quickly up and curled his fingers in his hair, pulling while he groaned with frustration as he walked small circles in his living room. Malik was tired of playing games, yes of course he was, Altair was just as tired as well – but this was difficult for him alright? This wasn't something he did everyday, something he held no experience with at all , he was lost and all he really wanted was-

Altair stopped.

He'd been pretty selfish and Malik wanted a decision. He'd been so busy being afraid of making a decision he completely forgot about the other man. It never occurred to him his behavior might be hurtful. To be honest, Altair did have a hard time imagining Malik being hurt. But Malik did have his weak moments, was just human after all. Altair liked to think differently but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't hold on to that thought for very long. Malik always found a way to wriggle his way back into his heart.
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