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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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How they'd ended up here was a mystery on its own but Altair certainly didn't mind – hell no, he wasn't complaining about it. The last time they'd been here was under total different circumstances, Malik the one being in control with Altair at his mercy. Today was different and Altair came to realize he liked this, a lot. Malik dominating him was something wonderful, something he liked since it helped him relax – it was sexual in every way. But this? This wasn't sex, this was something by far more deeper. Maybe some people wouldn't understand why he'd gone back to Malik since the start of it had been sort of shitty. Some people would probably never understand how safe he felt when lying tied up to Malik's feet. Yes, Altair liked being the center of attention and Malik gladly gave it to him whenever they were in the middle of a scene. It hadn't took him too long to figure it out and really, if he looked from the right angle onto their relationship it wasn't Malik who was in control. It was Altair because no matter how Malik liked to act, in the end the one who said what was going to happen and what not was really Altair.

He run his fingers across Malik's shoulder, the water softly splashing with the movement. He picked up the wet cloth and placed it on the man's back, dragging the fabric across it. Altair's skin felt damp from the steam rising from the bathtub Malik was currently sitting in, eyes closed while Altair sat on the edge, pants rolled up with his feet in the water, washing him.

“When does your brother come back home?”, Altair muttered gently, drawing small circles on Malik's skin and watched how his chest rose and fell with even breaths. He cracked one eye open and looked up at Altair. “Why? You've got plans?” The effect of his smirk was a little lost with how sore his voice sounded.

“I was just wondering”, Altair shrugged his shoulders and put the cloth back into the water then wrung it out over Malik's back once more. “How did you two end up living together anyway?”

He saw how Malik pursed his lips and for a moment it looked like as if he was about to snap at Altair but then his eyes closed and while he still looked sort of troubled Altair also got the impression he was going to answer him. “My father died when I was in my second year in college”, he muttered softly, his eyes closed again and Altair felt a wave of remorse washing over him and he bit his bottom lip – why the hell did he have to ask? “After that my uncle took care of Kadar while I worked a part-time job to look after my mother and to help her out with the rent.” Altair whistled softly – he thought it was impressive and sad at the same time. No young man should share such a fate. “My mother died two years later of a stroke”, Malik continued and his voice got softer and softer and the gentle noise of the water splashing almost drowned his words. “Kadar was in High School. If it wouldn't have been for my uncle I wouldn't have been able to keep going to school. I graduated and got a job. When Kadar got accepted into the school he wanted to go to he moved in with me.”

Altair nodded. He didn't say 'I'm sorry'. He was sure Malik had heard it often enough, had people pity him more than one time. “So you've pulled through a lot”, he told him instead and Malik nodded. “Why did you tell me that?”, Altair pondered softly and he brushed the cloth over Malik's neck, the short hair there getting wet. “You usually don't tell me anything about yourself.”

“Maybe because I'm sick”, Malik hummed. “I don't know – maybe I just felt like sharing.” He leaned further back into the tub and his arms were resting on the rim while he opened one eye and looked up at Altair. “Does it bother you now?”, and Altair quickly shook his head, dragging the cloth over Malik's chest. “No – not at all. It feels nice”, he flashed him a small smile.

“I take it you and your brother share a strong bond then. It mustn't be easy to lose your parents at such an early age.” Altair reached for the soap and run it in small circles over Malik's chest. He felt insecure and uncertain, his grasp for his words just as slippery as the soap in his hands – he didn't want to say anything wrong.

“We do... he's eight years younger after all. I've looked after him when we were children – my parents worked a lot until my father got sick so it was basically me raising him for a short while.” Malik smiled a little and Altair thought he looked lost in his own memories, his face so soft and gentle now. He wanted to see Malik smile more often like that. They kept silent after that and Altair thought what Malik had just given too him was probably bigger than a first 'I love you'. Not... not that he thought Malik would feel like this for him, not that he would dare to talk about 'love' when it came to Malik but- having Malik tell him something personal was just something which wouldn't happen under normal circumstances, not in a million yeas and yet it did and it made Altair feeling warm from the inside.

“The water gets cold”, Malik announced eventually and yes, Altair's toes felt a little cold as well. “Get me a towel and I get out of this.” There it was again, that demanding tone and Alair looked back at Malik. His eyes were still closed, his body still relaxed but the expression on his face had changed. He'd put his mask back on.

“Yes sir”, he muttered and hadn't realized what he just said, only when the words slipped past his lips. He hadn't meant them like that anyway, it was more of a joke but when Malik cracked one eye open and rose his eyebrow, Altair knew he should be more careful about them. “You come to terms with your true self?”, Malik pondered and shit... Altair wasn't ready to have that conversation today.

“I go slow steps”, he told Malik instead and got out of the tub, grabbing a small towel to dry his feet then took a bigger one for Malik and handed it towards him.

“Well at least you're taking them”, Malik chuckled with a hoarse voice and when he stood up a small waterfall rushed down his body and Altair felt the color rising to his cheeks but he wasn't able to take his eyes off of Malik – he didn't want to anyway. “It's all I really ask you for”, Malik hummed and cupped Altair's cheek once he stood, the towel around his waist.

“Sex is a big deal for you, isn't it?”, Altair pondered once Malik was out of the tub and sitting on the toilet seat, his face flushed. The warm water must have tired him and Malik nodded. “It is”, he told Altair and held out his hand, Altair quickly placing a small towel in his palm for him to rub over his wet hair. “I've spent... a lot of years in the closet”, and again he was smiling but this time it seemed empty and sad. “And I've wasted even more years with searching my true self”, he muttered softly. “Yes Altair, sex is a great part of my life after it made me miserable for so long.”

“Because you haven't been able to just be yourself for so long?”, Altair kept on pondering and rolled the legs of his pants back down, his feet still naked. Malik nodded simply. “Exactly... life can feel like a cage if you have to hide.” He almost whispered the last part and Altair wondered what he meant with that but he didn't want to push him. Malik looked up at him, his eyes glassy. “I'm tired”, he announced and his voice sounded heavy.

Altair chuckled softly. “Well then we better get you back to bed, mh?” He held out his hand for Malik to take, towel still around his waist as he got up. After all, bathing was tiring when you were sick and it was late in the evening anyway. They made their way back towards Malik's room and Malik just grabbed a pair of boxers and an old shirt, quickly slipping them on and crawling underneath the blankets. Altair just stood there for a while, not really knowing what to do know as Malik was showing him his back. Eventually, his head rose from the bed. “What are you waiting for? Get in here already”, he barked and Altair grinned, starting to undress.

Sometimes, when Malik tried to be tough... he really wasn't tough at all.

xxxx

Altair woke up somewhere in the middle of the night. He felt warm, hot really and there was a thin sheet of sweat covering his skin. He groaned a little, his head felt still heavy from sleep and he tried to kick off the bed covers but found he wasn't able to move. When he looked down he could see in the dim light how Malik had put one arm around his waist, his face pressing into Altair's neck as he had snug up tightly against his body. Well... wasn't that adorable? It was so out of place for Malik to do such a thing that Altair couldn't bring it over his heart to move or else he might risk for the moment to shatter into a million pieces and having Malik like this was something he didn't want to end. He knew such an opportunity wouldn't come anytime soon again so he relished the feeling of the man's breath brushing across his neck as long as possible. Unfortunately Altair soon remembered why he'd woken in the first place, his bladder telling him he better get up soon. He carefully tried to pull the man's arm from his waist but if anything happened than that Malik's grip just tightened around his mid-section. While doing so he pressed painfully into Altair's stomach and he moaned a little. “Malik”, he whispered and tried to turn around, finally facing the man and rubbing his thumb over his cheek in hopes it'd wake him up. “Malik let me up...”, he whispered and leaned forwards, kissing the corner of his mouth. Why Altair felt so brave to touch him like this was easy to explain: Malik was sick, wasn't he? He hardly possessed the strength to keep his head up, he certainly didn't have the strength to whip Altair's ass into oblivion – right? Malik simply muttered something in his sleep, pulling Altair tight against his body. It was then when Altair realized that he didn't feel so hot because of the sheet but because Malik was kind of glowing with heat. He frowned then reached with his free hand for the man's brow. Damn, yes, his fever had gotten higher.

“Malik, come on now”, Altair nudged him a little and managed to take his arm off his waist. Eventually Malik did wake, slowly blinking his eyes open. “What?”, he muttered and his eyes closed again almost instantly. “Did you go see a doctor?”, Altair pondered quietly and threw the sheets back, the cool night's air hitting them and causing Altair to shiver. Malik shook his head tiredly. “No...”, he groaned and Altair pursed his lips. “You're really warm you know that?”

“Just let me sleep”, Malik grumbled and tried to pull the bed cover back up over his body but Altair stopped him from doing so. “No, we need to get your temperature a bit down. I don't like it how you look.”

Malik's eyes snapped back open and he pouted at Altair. “Well you don't look so fancy in the middle of night either”, he huffed and rolled his eyes, then gnawed on his bottom lip as if he was thinking. “No that's not true... you always look hot”, he told Altair with a heavy sigh and the younger man just simply stared at Malik, blinking a couple of times. “Excuse me?”, Altair asked him but Malik didn't look as if he would repeat himself.

“Don't joke around now, you know exactly how I meant it.”

“And how did you mean it?”, Malik kept on pondering, his words a little sluggish and Altair assumed this was Malik when he really didn't care about what Altair might think of him and when he didn't filter his words – at all.

“You're sick okay? You're hot, I don't want you to get any worse, that's all.”

Malik blinked at Altair innocently. “Mh? How is me looking hot a bad thing?”

Altair groaned and pressed his palm to his face. “You idiot”, he muttered underneath his breath and then got up from bed. “I'll go get you something cold to drink or something.” And maybe he would find some medication that might help to keep the fever down. Malik made an attempt to crawl out of bed behind him and Altair turned sharply around. “No! You stay in there”, he barked at Malik and shit, he really hoped the older man wouldn't remember that in the morning. “Go back in bed and stay put until I come back.”

Again, Malik blinked at him, his head tilted to one side in confusion and then he frowned, inspecting Altair's face closer. “Oh”, he murmured and rubbed the back of his head, “I didn't recognize you, I'm sorry.” Altair simply looked confused, not understanding anything of what was going on. “I didn't want to disrespect you Leonardo”, Malik muttered and lay back into the bed, pulling the covers up high his body only for Altair to yank them down again. “You're already too... warm as it is”, Altair growled, deciding to no longer use the word 'hot' when Malik was in that state.

He had no idea why Malik would call him Leonardo, had no idea why he was so obedient all of the sudden but it did the trick, Malik doing what Altair wanted so he didn't question it any further. Right now he needed to get that fever down. He rubbed his face with both hands and eyed Malik. “Where's your phone”, he muttered and only sounded a little pissed off as he watched how Malik had rolled himself into the blankets like a burrito. The man lifted his head, lazily blinking his eyes open and looking up at Altair. “Huh?”

“Your phone”, Altair repeated and Malik yawned. He'd probably gone back to sleep within the last few seconds – just how did he do that?! “My... what?” Altair sighed and rolled his eyes up the ceiling, walked the short distance back to the bed and slumped heavily down onto the mattress so Malik was bouncing a bit. “Your phone princess”, Altair said again and cupped Malik's face, his thumb rubbing over one hot cheek. Malik looked amazingly cute when blinking up at him naïve like that and Altair felt his heart melting. “I dunno”, Malik told him and shook his head. “Call it Sherlock”, he grinned up at Altair and he in return leaned down, placing a small kiss on the end of his nose. “That's actually not such a bad idea missy”, he grinned and wondered just how long he could keep giving Malik those names. He decided then he would call him one name per hour to see if his fever went down – as soon as Malik would snap at him again Altair knew he was back to his old self. He walked back to where he had lost his pants earlier the evening and pulled his own cell out of its pockets and called Malik's number. He could hear it vibrating from the other room and eyed Malik who was grinning dumbly at him, then opened the door and made his way towards the kitchen, hanging up as he saw the phone blinking on the counter. He picked it up and went into his contacts, searching for Kadar's number. Only a few seconds later it was ringing.

“Malik, didn't get laid tonight or why do you call?”

“Uhm it's not Malik”, Altair muttered softly and why the fuck was he blushing, Kadar wasn't even there and he was only nineteen! He shouldn't blush because of that little shit.

“Oh, hey Altair. Whassup?”

“Does Malik has any medication for his cold?”

He could almost hear the frown in Kadar's voice. “Not that I know of... why? Did he get worse?”

“Uhm kind of. His fever's pretty high.”

“I think we have some NyQuil left. Top drawer underneath the left cabinet next to the fridge”, he explained to Altair and he went towards it, pulled the drawer open and shifted through band aids until he found what he was looking for. “Yeah it's there”, he muttered and put the phone to his other ear. “Thanks a lot.”

He thought their conversation was finished but Kadar took a breath at the other end of the line. “So what am I supposed to call you now? Malik's fucktoy or his boyfriend?” Altair cringed at the word and his face twisted into a grimace. Just why did Kadar have to talk like that? Well – maybe he was being unfair towards the young man. Maybe Malik had put him through more than he would like to admit. “I'm not his fucktoy, alright?”, he hissed though and slammed the drawer shut again, the NyQuil in his hand. “And I'm not his boyfriend either. Why can't I just be Altair?” He almost sounded miserable and slumped a bit against the fridge, rubbing his face again. Alright – so maybe taking care of a sick Malik hasn't been one of his best ideas so far though he had to admit, he rather enjoyed seeing Malik like that, so human, so carefree; his mask completely down and torn away from his face.

“Because he has your number under 'Boy' in his phone”, Kadar laughed and Altair bit his fist in frustration. “Why do you even know how he's saved my number?”

“I just do”, Kadar grinned and Altair knew he was grinning, he didn't have to seem him to know that. “Whatever... I need to take care of your sick brother. Have fun working”, Alair spat and ended the call, staring at the phone in his hand. His finger twitched and before he knew it, he went through Malik's contacts again and looked under B – no ones number was saved as 'Boy' and he went up to A and actually found his name. “Kadar you little shit!” He even was on speed dial and it filled Altair's heart with warmth and made him smile like a fool.

He urned the phone off again, took the NyQuil with him and went back into Malik's room. The man was sleeping again but the covers lay crumbled-up at the bed's end and he'd also taken his shirt off leaving him to wear nothing but his boxers. He slipped into the bed right next to him and leaned closely over his face. “Hey there peaches”, he grinned and run one single finger over Malik's temple, watching how the man's face twisted slightly.

Malik simply groaned. “Lemme sleep”, he huffed but did pull closer against Altair's body.

“I've got you some NyQuil. Take a little, it's going to make you feel better tomorrow.”

Malik sighed heavily and he opened his eyes, sighing deeply and propping himself up on one elbow. “Can I go back to sleep then?”, and Altair grinned, “Yes you can”, he smiled and leaned close, kissing the top of Malik's head before he withdrew, popping the medicine open and pouring Malik a little into the cup and leading it towards his lips. He drank all of it and as soon as the little cup was empty, his head hit the pillow again.

Altair put the NyQuil onto the small bedside table, making himself comfortable next to Malik's body and drew one arm around the man's waist to pull him close. “Hey Malik?”, he whispered and the man just 'hmed' in response. “Get well soon.”
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