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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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Malik's head rested on Altair's shoulder when he was sleeping, his chest rising and falling underneath deep breaths with one arm curled around Altair's waist, clinging tight to the younger man's body. Altair couldn't remember when exactly they fell asleep like this but it probably wasn't of any importance. The important thing was the fact of Malik had gathered enough trust in Altair allow him to stay for a while.

He'd been awake for a while now and spent his time with watching Malik sleep. Altair run his fingers in lazy patterns through the man's hair, watching how it bent and slipped through his digits. The soup was cold by now and it had gotten dark outside, Altair assumed it was late in the afternoon – he would have to get up to go back home, though right now he couldn't find the strength nor the will to pull himself away from Malik's warm body, his weight a comfortable and familiar feeling he knew he would miss as soon as he'd get up. Malik shifted and groaned a little, sounding exhausted. He cracked one eye open, staring up at Altair and he thought he saw the shadow of a smile on his face. “You're still here”, he rasped and Altair could tell he felt worse. He touched his forehead, the heat radiating in small waves off his body. “Yes”, he nodded, “where else would I go?”

He yawned a little and the motion rippled through his frame. “Home”, he concluded and his leg twitched as he shifted his weight, pulling closer to Altair's body. “Do you want me to?”, Altair pondered and when Malik shook his head a small jolt of excitement went down his spine and spread into every direction through his body like electricity. “I wouldn't mind staying like this for a while”, he added in a soft chuckle and it was probably true as he had never felt this relaxed when around Malik. Altair wanted to get more of it, wanted to stay in this dream-like state, wanted to pretend just a little longer that the world outside didn't exist.

The other man grunted a reply and Altair had to lean in close, “Excuse me what was that?”

“I said”, and Malik lifted his head, looking at Altair with glassy and tired eyes, “you won't stay like this much longer because I'm about to get up.”

Both Altair’s eyebrows rose at that. “You can't get up you're sick. You need to stay in bed.”

“I need to take a piss, so you better move it”, Malik nudged his arm and tried to push himself up while Altair was busy trying to ignore his blunt statement. He watched him crawling out of bed, standing on shaky legs wearing nothing but what seemed to be like an old, worn-out pair of sweats. The muscles in his back rippled underneath his skin when he stretched and Altair looked away. His eyes fell on Malik's back just a second later because as two grown men there should be no shame in such an act, admiring his body and oh... Altair's head was tilted to one side as Malik picked up a t-shirt, the action granting Altair a nice view of his behind. He tried to tell himself this wasn't about sex – which was mostly true actually. He had come here for a different reason entirely, but when it came to his experience with men it was almost purely because frankly, Malik, who had been the sole man who had ever gone past a handshake or pat on the back with Altair, had his repertoire filled with almost exclusively experiences of the erotic and intimate kind.

Malik left the room and closed the door behind him, leaving Altair alone. Alone. In Malik's room. God, he felt like a teenage girl fan. He slowly sat up, feet touching the floor and eyes staring at thin air. He wasn't someone to snoop around but he was curious about who Malik really was and probing through some of his belongings really did seem like a wonderful opportunity to learn about the man’s true persona. His eyes landed on a rather large bookshelf standing on the opposite wall. He stood up and approached it in order to inspect it closer, leaning forward and tilting his head to one side to read the titles. There were only a few fictional titles but mostly specialist books. There was one about Adobe and a few about photography. He grabbed one book and pulled it out, opening it and read through a few pages. It looked complicated, something about how to get the perfect HDR photograph. He didn't hear Malik's return and startled when the door fell shut once more. He looked over his shoulder from his position, his smile uneasy. “I wasn't snooping”, he told him with the book still in his lap while Malik crawled underneath the bed covers and pulled them high to his chin.

“There's nothing I have to hide, you can take a look around”, he muttered with his eyes closed.

Altair straightened his back, the book still in hand and he blinked a couple of times. Nothing to hide? Right. He didn't really believe his words but decided the man was too sick to break off an argument. He couldn't really think about another reason as why Malik practically kicked him out the first night, saying something about Altair not worthy to see his bedroom yet. There were moments where Altair liked to believe it was all nothing but an act but he often got the feeling he was lying to himself when it came to Malik's behavior.

“You're interested in graphic design?”

Malik snorted and rolled onto his side. “You could say that. It's what I do for a living.”

Altair's eyebrows rose up to the line of his hair. “Really?”, he pondered, sounding surprised. “You are a graphic designer? I would have thought differently.”

“And what would that be?”

“I dunno...maybe a manager in some company”, at that Malik just snorted. “Hey I wouldn't know alright? It's not like as if you've ever told me what you do.”

“It's not like as if you've ever asked me.”

Well... that was true.

He returned to Malik's side and sat down on the bed. It was strange how comfortable he felt when he did what he wanted, without worrying about doing the wrong thing or what Malik might think of his behavior. It probably was the factor that held him back all these times they met and made their dates exhausting for Altair.

So he was into Malik... it wasn't a problem was it? Altair was too tired to fight any longer, was tired of being afraid and uncertain all the time. Maria had told him he was avoiding confrontation with unfamiliar ground – maybe he had been all his life... He hasn’t even realized he hasn’t spoken for several minutes while his fingers were combing through Malik's hair as he was staring off into empty space. It was only when Malik cleared his throat rather loudly, something that ended in yet another coughing fit that he came back from his train of thoughts. “You said something?” Altair looked down at the other man.

“I said you either need to go right now or call a cab later because the last train is about to leave in ten minutes.”

Altair blinked. Malik’s words felt like a blow to his guts and he was cold all over. He really didn't want to go, not so soon and not when they hardly had any time to talk at all. Malik though wasn't as oblivious as Altair sometimes liked to pretend he was and caught a glimpse of his distress. “Or... you could spend the night”, he said carefully and Altair heard how tense his voice was, saw how Malik's shoulders went up and his whole body turned rigid, oddly enough it seemed almost as if he was watching a fast-forward process of petrification. He licked carefully over his lips, his fingers in Malik's hair stilling.

He just realized the magnitude of those words.

This was an offer and Altair's answer was going to decide if Malik was going to continue seeing him or not. This was a test, he saw that now, this was Malik trying to protect himself if needed, Malik's way of saying he wouldn't be able to keep seeing Altair if he in return kept holding him on distance.

“I'd love to”, he breathed and suddenly felt like an idiot, a big lump forming in his throat and he swallowed heavily. “Malik”, he said and his voice was thick, eyes lowered and he was looking at the floor to avoid the man's gaze. “What I'm about to say is not going to be easy for me.” He took a deep breath in and withdrew his fingers from Malik's head, folding them in his lap instead. “I've been a fool”, and Malik snorted at that.

“Normally I would make no argument-”

“Just shut up for a moment”, Altair interrupted him, his voice calm and firm and he took a deep breath in, pinching the bridge of his nose. This was too damn important for Malik to jest about. “I... I want to see you again. I want to spend more time with you. I want to get to know you. I'm tired of these games, you know? I'm tired of running away.”

He felt fingers crawling over his arm and brushing up his wrist until they reached Altair's own. Malik laced them together, squeezing the other man’s palm in a reassuring way. Altair didn't dare look at him, he thought if he did he would forget about everything he wanted to say. He'd said these words often in his imagination, had tested them out and refined them to perfection until everything sounded right but now, now that he was about to say them he was so nervous he feared he might throw up. “But... this scares me – a lot. And I need you to understand it's not as easy as you probably think it is for me.” He looked at the ceiling, telling himself he was staring for just too long onto the same spot, and that it was the reason why his eyes turned watery. “I've learned a lot about myself these last couple of weeks and it took me a while to accept these things. I like you and I liked what we did the other time but-” His voice broke and he grew silent, pressing his lips together into a thin line. Malik didn't say anything and for that he was more than grateful, as the man's voice would've probably shattered his thoughts into a million pieces, lost forever. Altair stared down at his fingers. “Just stop fucking toying with me”, and now he looked up, eyes glassy and he swallowed again his gaze meeting Malik's. “Do you like me or... is this”, Altair made a small gesture between them, “just sex?”

Malik didn't say anything for the longest time and Altair was almost certain he made a fool of himself, his eyes narrowing with anger and fingers closing to a tight fist. Stupid, stupid, stupid... When he looked again he was still just staring at him and it irritated Altair further still, his rage growing from a small ripple into a colossal tide within a second. “Alright, okay, forget it”, he forced out between clenched teeth and made to get up but Malik's fingers curled around his elbow, pulling him back onto the bed. His knee hit the bedside table, knocking the bottle of cough syrup and spilling it’s green contents on the polished wood floor in the process.

“You idiot”, Malik whispered and his hand crawled over Altair's arm until it reached his neck. “Biggest idiot I have ever met”, he said again and Altair blinked several times when he tried to get out of his hold but Malik's grip against his neck just tightened. “No, this isn't just sex”, he rasped, dampening the moment only slightly with a wet sniffle from his nose. His fingers kept on running against his nape lovingly, a complete 180 from his demeanor during their first night at the club. “As much as this isn't only about you,” he added a moment later, the words heavy and thought-through in his mouth.

Now Altair was more than a bit confused and for a moment he thought about throwing the cold tomato soup into Malik's face, watching the red liquid running over his body just to be back on familiar ground and let his brain some rest. “What do you mean?”, he asked him, his voice low and barely above whisper. Malik pulled away, his hand falling from Altair's neck – he wouldn't have thought such a small gesture like a hand resting on his neck could feel so threatening and yet -now that it was gone- he missed the comfort it offered.

“Altair”, Malik sighed and rubbed his face, pushing himself higher up while still sitting. “I've wanted to talk about this with you when I don't look like shit and don't feel like shit but it seems you just won't give me another choice.” Altair felt cold sinking into him but Malik just smirked and he thought there was maybe some hope after all.

Malik took a deep inhale of air and slowly released it between his lips. “If you're looking for some sort of... Prince Charming or whatever, I'm not. Alright? I have my flaws and I'm miles away from being perfect. Sex is important to me and I'm sure you know by now what I like – that's not going to change Altair. I'm not going to change. The only question I have for you is if you want me like this. Because I'm not letting you rip my heart out by leaving in a couple of weeks when you realize I won't stop being a sarcastic asshole sometimes.”

Altair rose his eyebrow at the 'sometimes' part. That was such a horrible understatement it almost seemed improper.

Malik's fingers slid down his arm and found his wrist, pulling him closer. “This is me”, he hissed and Altair heard something dripping, the cough syrup gathering in a thick green puddle on the floor. “This is me and you either want me like this or you don't. So is this just sex? No, it's not, Altair because I want you.” It was Malik this time closing the small gap between them his lips brushing over Altair's and pulling away just half a second later as if he was trying to ask Altair for permission to kiss him, leaving him a choice about it. He looked at Malik from underneath his lashes, the back of his head tingling and his limbs felt heavy while his heart was skipping a beat. “Yes I want you”, he whispered and leaned forwards again, his palm resting on Malik's thigh as he returned his kiss.

Malik was wrong though. Right now, for Altair he was just imperfectly perfect.
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