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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 did get better eventually the next morning. Altair slowly rose his head from the cushion when his alarm clock was going off, hair tousled from sleep and eyes still heavy as he blinked them open, watching Malik shifting through his room. “What are you doing up?”, he groaned, voice thick and throat dry. “You're sick... get back in bed”, and when Malik just glared at him Altair was relieved – yes, he was better. Not confusing him anymore with Leonardo or something...

“Need some work done”, was all which came as a reply as Malik pulled his laptop out of a leather case and walked back towards the bed, flopping down on the mattress next to him so Altair was close to bouncing and placing the computer on his lap. Altair groaned and rolled onto his stomach, shoving the cushion underneath him. “You've had a high fever tonight, get that thing down.”

“Is that an order?” Malik cocked an eyebrow at Altair and the man simply pouted at him, his jaw working underneath gritted teeth. “I thought so”, Malik hummed with delight and opened the laptop, turning it on and it soon came to live. “My company got this new assignment... it's kind of huge for us. I'm working in a small team that got appointed to it, I need to check things.”

“I'm sure they can survive a few days without you”, Altair told him in a sour voice, his head turned so he could watch the screen. “Or are you the head of your team or something”, and Malik simply nodded, leaving Altair blinking. “Oh you are?”

Malik snorted. “I'm the head of my department, yes I am. And stop making that face”, he told a frowning Altair, “it's going to stay like this if you keep that up. Besides, I've wanted to show you something”, and he typed something into the address bar once the browser flashed up on the screen. He then turned his laptop a little so Altair got a better view of it. His eyes roamed over the colorful letters, then up at Malik. “What's this?”

“Don't act like as if you're stupid. What does it look like?”

“Othello?” Altair propped himself up on his elbows, head leaned to one side.

“We're going to see it on Friday. Do you know it?”

Altair looked away, his cheeks feeling warm. “Uhm, no.”

“Then I'm going to take you see the play. You will like it. It's sort of... romantic. At least a little.”

“Something romantic?” Altair reached for Malik's brow to feel it but the man shoved him away. “Just thought you might be still sick. Since when do we do romantic?”

“Since I decided to take you a couple of weeks ago before you freaked out on me at Leonardo's.”

“Oh.” Altair looked dumbfounded for a couple of seconds before he got rid of his stupor and pulled himself up into a sitting position, drawing closer to Malik and looking over his shoulder. He grimaced a little when Malik was shaken by another coughing fit. “We go if you feel better”, he told him sternly and watched him from the corner of his eye. Malik simply waved him off. “I already feel better”, he told him though his voice sounded still sore and nasal.

“Yeah I can hear that”, Altair muttered and pulled the laptop a little closer, clicking through the page. “So, we're going to see an actual play? I think I've never been to a theater before.”

“Yeah you clearly lack some cultural education”, Malik told him and Altair nudged him lightly in the side – it earned him a low chuckle and he decided then, he liked this Malik even more. He seemed just a bite more carefree when he wasn't trying to prove something to Altair. Sometimes it got a bit tiring just how hard Malik fought to keep his reputation up all the time. Altair certainly didn't think he had to – Malik already got him on the hook.

“I didn't even know you like Shakespeare.”

“What's not to like about him?”

“I dunno”, Altair muttered and rubbed the side of his nose, reading over the page in front of him. “I just couldn't picture you as somebody who likes to go to the theater.”

“Well, you don't know me that well then.”

“No I don't”, Altair shook his head, flashing him a warm smile, “but I really want to”, and now Malik was smiling as well and it was one of those honest smiles, no grin or smirk but a deep smile coming right from his heart.

“How about I pick you up then on Friday... around eight?”

“How about I meet you there? That place is not too far away from mine”, was Altair's reply and he slumped out of bed, putting his feet on the floor and stretching his tired muscles while stifling a yawn. Malik nodded, following Altair getting out of bed. “Alright then I meet you there... you can bring something so you can stay for the night.”

Altair just pulled his shirt over and glanced at Malik while picking up his pants, smirking. “Oh should I know? Okay.” He'd rather not tell how happy it made him. He was beaming when he put on his jeans, fastening his belt. “I need to go”, he sighed eventually. “You know like... I actual work.” He made a small moving motion. “And it's after 8 so I better go now or else I risk my boss ripping my head off.”

Malik huffed a little, “No you're right, better not risk it. Besides it's more fun when I do that.”

“You mean when you can give me a spanking.”

“Exactly.”

xxxx

Rauf smirked at Altair when he tried to made his way rather inconspicuously to his work desk in hopes not to get Lucy's attention. She'd be pissed if she knew he was late for work almost... holy shit two hours. Altair rubbed his face once he slumped down into his chair, groaning. He'd hardly slept the night – apparently, taking care of a sick Malik wasn't an easy task.

“Rough night?”, Rauf muttered and turned around in his chair, eying Altair.

“You don't say Captain Obvious”, Altair told him with a light yawn, rubbing his eyes with the ball of his hand and turning his computer on.

“You're late.”

Altair rolled his eyes at Rauf. “Really now?”

“You're wearing the same clothes you did yesterday.”

“Who are you, Sherlock Holmes?”

“Had sex?”

Altair was silent for a moment, pressing his lips tightly together. “No.”

Rauf curved his eyebrows. “Bad mood?”

“No.”

“Then why are looking so... grumpy?”

“I'm not grumpy, I'm just tired.”

“So you're grumpy.”

“Rauf...”

“Yes darling?”

“Shut it.”

They've worked in silence after that and other then Lucy stopping by arching an eyebrow at Altair and looking at her watch nothing happened. Noon eventually came and Altair thought he couldn't keep his eyes any longer open, yawning more often than not and glaring at Rauf whenever he looked into his direction, smirking.

“So what kept you up then tonight?”, he asked him when they got ready for lunch. They had decided to go, Rauf apparently knew this place where they serve aaamazing subs which Altair should try, now.

“Cold”, Altair muttered and put his coat around his shoulders, all his movements slow and tired.

“You don't look very sick...”, Rauf muttered and checked his wallet for money then put it into his pocket.

“Well I'm not the one who was sick.”

“Then who was?”, and now Rauf wiggled his eyebrows Altair in a mischievous manner. “Oh, is that... uhm, guy you've met.”

“A friend”, Altair snapped.

“Oh come on now... don't be such a sourpuss. I'm buying you lunch you should be happy.”

“Alright, okay – let's get going then”, he nodded and managed a weak smile. Rauf was patting his back as they existed the building, pushing the doors open and walking onto the street. He was laughing at one of Rauf's jokes or rather smiling - he hardly did laugh in public, strangely enough, but Rauf always managed to pull a smile from his lips. The place Rauf had been talking about wasn't too far away and Altair ordered something simple – he wasn't in the mood for fancy and he was hardly hungry at all so he mostly just listened to Rauf talking of what he'd missed this morning, mostly not touching his food at all. By the time Rauf was done with his lunch, Altair still had half of his sandwich left.

“Okay now, spill it”, Rauf told him eventually and took a rather large sip of his coke, sipping it through a straw. “You look like as if you're miles away with your thoughts. What's up?”

Altair blinked at him and since he'd hardly slept this night everything seemed sort of out of place. When he was lacking sleep the world around him never seemed real, it was just the same right now. “Mh? What do you mean?”

“You've changed these last couple of weeks do you know that? You seem more.. absent. Mentally, you know? Like you're not really here”, Rauf said and leaned back in his chair. “What's on your mind?”

“Malik”, Altair said and it took him a couple of seconds to realize what he'd just said; it only dawned on him when Rauf leaned forward again, his elbows resting on top of the table both eyebrows arched. Oh... shit. He was sure this wouldn't have happened if he'd gotten enough sleep last night.

“Malik”, Rauf hummed and nodded, the name softly rolling over his lips and losing itself somewhere in between all the buzzing voices around them in the small sandwich shop. “Something you need to talk about so it seems.”

“I've got it already covered with Maria-”

“Maria? The Maria?”

Altair nodded.

“What happened to 'She's no longer any part of my life'?”

He sighed and picked up a small potato chip, gnawing on it then eating it in a whole. “I've figured she was the one who brought me into this mess and she's the one who's going to pull me out of it.” He looked up, picking up another chip and saw the confusion washing across Rauf's face. “You know if it hadn't been for her cheating on me I would have never met Malik.”

“Oh.” Rauf understood now. “That's some bad as fuck logic, you know that?”

Altair chuckled softly though it sounded hollow. “Yeah I know. It's not making sense so much does it?” After all Rauf knew Maria – he thought of despite her but basically just because he'd witnessed what a mess Altair was after their break up. He couldn't really hold it up against him, Rauf only knew one side of the story. “I think I've went to her because she's actually the one person who knows me really well and even though a lot has changed, I figured she knowing me might have not. And I was right. I've tried to cut her out of my life for so long now, I know. But-”

“But you've got weak.”

“I wouldn't call it weak Rauf. I think me calling her, asking for her advice was actually the prove for something I've tried to achieve all these months. I'm over here. I'm finally and officially over her.”

Rauf nodded, pursing his lips. “Good. And what about him?”

“What about him?”, Altair pondered.

“You're into men now?”

“I'm into a man”, he corrected slowly and he tested the words out. It felt weird saying them, admitting to them but then again, Altair was tired of fighting something he seemed to be powerless about. Malik was unnerving him, yes, he also got underneath Altair's skin and every time he thought Malik couldn't surprise him anymore, he did. It was confusing and exciting all together. “You got a problem with that?”

“No, no”, Rauf told him quickly, reaching for Altair's meal and picking up a potato chip as well, inspecting it before eating it. “It's not in my rights to judge you and I won't. I couldn't care less who you pick to have fun with.”

He wouldn't admit it but hearing Rauf thinking about it like that was kind of a relief. He honestly wouldn't know what he would do if the other man had a problem with it. He was just very insecure about all of this, alright? These last couple of weeks Altair has been doing his own head in about Malik, about what they shared, bondage, spanking and all the likes. He was tired of being confsed.

“Relax”, Rauf told him who sensed how tense Altair's shoulders had went. “Do what feels right to you.”

He nodded slowly. It sounded easy and it probably was but Altair had his doubts and it wasn't as easy to shrug them off as somebody might think. “He's going to take me to see a play this Friday”, he murmured eventually because Malik doing something as... normal as to go and see a play still sounded strange in his own ears.

Rauf arched his eyebrows once more. “Really now?”

“Yes, really now. Othello. You know it?”

“Never heard about”, Rauf shook his head. “But I assume you're going to have fun.”

Altair looked slowly up. He had to admit he was excited about going with Malik, after all it gave him a chance to see another side of the man. Also, seeing a play sounded somewhat vanilla and he wondered if Malik could ever pull vanilla. “Yes”, he smiled softly, the corner of his lips quivering. “You know I probably will.”
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