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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 did you like the play?”

Altair closed the door behind them as they entered Malik's place, his eyes set on the man's back as he made his way towards the couch, throwing his coat across it. Malik turned his head and looked over at Altair. “I've asked you a question. Did you like it?” Altair slowly pushed himself from the door and pulled away his coat and kicked off his boots, following Malik into his room and sitting down on his bed. “It was quite interesting. I have to admit I think none of my dates has ever have before taken me to see a play.”

“That's a pity then.” Malik wrinkled up his nose, loosening the tie around his neck. He then moved to straddle Altair's lap and slowly pushed him towards the bed until his back hit the mattress. Altair simply cocked an eyebrow at him. “Do plays get you horny?”, he asked Malik a little breathless and with a nervous little chuckle. “Maybe”, Malik smirked at him, his fingers unbuttoning Altair's shirt. He couldn't say he didn't like it what Malik did. His clothes were still cold from the chilly wind outside and Malik's fingers were just as well. It created a blissful sensation against the warm skin of his stomach and shoulders when Malik took off shirt. Malik tabbed his finger once against Altair's hip, slowly getting up from his lap. “Take them off please”, he whispered softly and stood again, leaving a very flustered Altair on the bed behind.

Once he did, his socks flying across the room, Malik leaned back over him, one of his hands to each side of Altair's hips. “Have you prayed tonight Desdemona?”, Malik purred as his fingers wrapped around Altair's wrists, pulling them behind his head and tying them to the bed frame using the gray silk scarf he'd picked up earlier. “Because you might as well think of Lord Othello as merciful tonight”, Malik purred and leaned down, attaching his lips to Altair's throat and biting down softly. It only earned him a breathless moan, Altair's back arching off the bed and into Malik's body. He wasn't really sure if that was what he wanted, Malik's eyes were growing dark, lust whirling behind them and it made goosebumps crawl across Altair's skin – but he wanted to trust, so badly, and his body was craving Malik's touches while his mind was starving for the man's attention.

“Is it what the whore wants?”, he teased him and Altair's eyes snapped open while Malik's hand traveled down his body until he reached his crotch, palming him roughly through his briefs. “Does this whore like it when a man jerks him off?” Altair blinked at him with uncertain wide eyes and his breath grew erratic. Malik's words felt cold like ice, wrapping around his body like a blanket, suffocating him while he felt the heat radiating from his frame, collapsing over his body like the sea and drowning him, ripping him apart and leaving him wide and open. If Malik wanted to he could see all of Altair right now, every facet, every piece of his personality and Altair, in return, would gladly give it to him.

He couldn't help it but moan when Malik slipped his hand underneath the waistband and pulled them down, his fingers playing with his scrotum. “I think I should teach you some manners.” And Malik squeezed. “You're not even ashamed for this aren't you? Tch... what a filthy slut you are.” Each curse felt like a slap and Altair sunk deeper into his mind, hardly able to feel the mattress pressing up against his body anymore, not able to feel the silk tied around his wrists -tightly- keeping him in place. He slowly faded from the world and entered another state of his mind, one where Malik was able to turn him inside out and leave his true side out in the open for him to see and explore, for Malik to abuse and love and caress. His hand fell down on Altair's chest, his fingers reaching for one nipple and twisting it, hard. Altair moaned again and Malik let go, a satisfied grin on his face. “You're so greedy Boy.” The words stung probably more than the whip could ever manage to do and yet he would take the abuse. “Pathetic, really.” Altair pulled at his bindings, a frustrated huff passing over his lips. “Getting hard because of this”, Malik whispered, his fist closing over his cock and giving it three hard jerks. “Because of a man doing this to you, humiliating you, tormenting you. Such a bad boy you are”, he purred and Altair bit down on his bottom lip, causing it almost to bleed and refused to act up on Malik's words but kept silent instead.

Malik was starting slowly now, jerking him off almost gently. His fingers run over the tip of his cock and he added lube, his palm gliding over the heated skin in delicious ways. Altair bit his lip again, trying to keep the noise inside but couldn't stand it any longer and let go, his hips bucking up into Malik's fist. “That's it boy”, the older man whispered and he added his second hand to the action, his fingers closing around Altair's dick, his thumbs adding pressure, massaging him. It was probably the best handjob he'd ever experienced. Altair wasn't able to tell if it was amazing or humiliating how fast Malik worked him up, how fast his moans turned into loud gasps, his fingers flexing and toes curling as he wiggled in pleasure underneath Malik's body.

“Are you about to come?”, Malik whispered, his lips close enough to brush over Altair's to suck all of those moans right out of his mouth. Altair whimpered and nodded, yes, fuck, he was close, so very close and he wanted to come, Malik's fingers doing magic to his dick. He was panting heavily now, chest expanding underneath his inhales of air and back rising off the mattress. His skin was sticky and damp, sweat standing on his brow, running down his cheek, over his lips and it made him taste his own desire. He was at the peak of his lust and it wouldn't need much more to push him over the edge and-

“I don't think so.”

Malik let go and Altair groaned in frustration, his head falling back onto the cushion. He felt the mattress dip as Malik got up. His eyes had slipped close and he could hear his heart beating wildly, could feel his pulse in his neck. He heard feet moving over the floor and his head followed the direction of noise. He was still panting and his cock ached with the need to release. “Malik?”, he pondered and his voice broke, was hoarse with pure and honest lust. He blinked his eyes open and watched how Malik was pulling open a drawer and shifting through different items, taking something out. “Shall we see how far I can push you?”, the man chuckled and Altair pulled against the silk, his leg kicking out in a frustrated manner. “No”, he growled in a frustrated little huff.

“Yes we will”, Malik grinned again and held out the red scarf for Altair to see as he climbed back over his hips, straddling them. “Blindfold”, he simply told him and it was surprisingly how Altair lifted his head without any protest, letting Malik wrap the fabric around his head and cover his eyes until the world turned dark. “Open your legs”, the man purred as his whole body pressed down meeting Altair's, his lips gliding over his throat and leaving a warm trail behind – it made it feel like ants moving underneath his skin. It caused Altair to shudder and he turned his head in an attempt to meet Malik's lips for a kiss. “None of that”, he growled and grabbed Altair's chin between his fingers, keeping him from moving at all. “And I think”, he whispered again, his voice cold and hoarse, “I said open your legs.” He smacked him on the inside of his thigh, using his flat palm and it stung, it stung terrible and yet his legs fell open while he took a sharp inhale of air, hissing in pain. It was easy now to just slip into his role, to just stop fighting. Instead he did what he wanted to, what felt right, did what he desired. It was simple, really, to let his guard down when it came to Malik because when the man was dominating him he radiated such strength that Altair didn't even have to pretend to feel safe.

“Please”, Altair whispered. “I don't wanna play games tonight.” Again, he tried to free himself and both men knew all too well Altair's attempts were completely fake. Malik's fingers dug further into his skin, his eyebrows rising high. “What was that?”

Altair's little smirk didn't help at all to convince Malik he really wanted to stop. “Don't edge me...”

“What color Boy?”

“Green”, Altair whispered back and jumped a little when Malik loosely placed his palm over his cock, not adding pressure or moving at all.

“Good”, he nodded and he picked up the lube again, adding a rather large portion in his palm before he slid it over his cock. It sent another delightful little shiver through his body, the lube was cold and when it met his heated skin it made his eyes roll up into their sockets. Malik started slowly as he'd done before, smearing and massaging the liquid into the skin of his member, using both hands to jerk him off. He had trapped his dick right between his palms, his thumb rolling over his frenulum providing just the right amount of pressure there to bring Altair pleasure which made his toes curl and heels dig into the mattress. Malik pulled one hand away, the other still tight around Altair's shaft and he rolled two tips of his fingers over the head just then. He changed the pressure of his palm every now and then while he slid it up and down - it kept Altair just at the edge of his lust, Malik's thumb running in slow circles over his penis glans and down to the corona, the tip of his index finger following the curve of it.

“Are you enjoying yourself there?”, Malik whispered and Altair nodded fiercely, his nails digging into his palms as his hands turned into tight fists, showing the white of his knuckles. He handled his member with both hands again, working in precision. Malik's first hand was scaling down his shaft, followed directly by the other. “I asked you a question Boy, don't just nod at me”, Malik added in a husky voice and made a gentle twisting motion while his one hand moved down. It caused Altair's whole body to go rigid as if a jolt just shoot through his body, setting his nerves on fire. “Oh god”, he groaned and his voice was higher than usual, “yes, yes I like it very much”, he told Malik quickly as he feared the man would stop again if he didn't follow his orders right away.

“Good”, Malik hummed and with both his hands wrapped around Altair's cock he now moved them in opposite directions, working his way up and down his shaft. He could feel the man twitching underneath him and Altair felt it himself, heat coiling in his lower stomach, balls pulling tight against his body. His hips bucked up into Malik's oh so very much talented hands, his gasps and sighs filling the room. Altair turned his face towards his arm, his face buried in the crook of his elbow and he was close to drooling. Just a bit more, just... just a few more strokes and he would shoot his load.

“No”, Malik smirked and let go of him, Altair's member bouncing against his stomach and he let out a frustrated loud groan. His hands pulled against the silk and he growled darkly at his master, snarling like a wild beast. Malik slowly sat back and comfortable between Altair's legs, his fingertips brushing over the inside of his thighs. He had his head cocked to one side, watching his boy with curiosity, watched how his chest rose and fell with every of his breath, how sweat was glistening on his skin. He didn't do anything else, just watched him. After a while Altair's breathing had calmed down and it didn't took half as long for him to grow restless. His dick was aching by now and it demanded attention. Malik's fingers drew small circles into Altair's skin, the digits moving across his thigh. “Is there something you want?”, he purred almost lovingly but Altair thought his voice dripped pure venom. What a sadistic bastard.

“I want to come, god I- please, let me come”, he babbled, his head rolling from one side to the other. Fuck his pride! He just wanted Malik to finish the job.

“So you do...”, Malik grinned again.

“Yes!”, Altair snapped and his head rose off the cushion, lips pulled back into another snarl and he glared at the spot where he thought Malik's head was. “Just fucking touch me!”

“Very well then”, and maybe Altair should have thought that something was about to go very, very wrong just here as Malik would've never allowed such behavior coming from his boy but he did place his fingers once more around his sub's dick. Malik's hand moved fast over Altair's member, jerking him off and drawing the most embarrassing little sounds from his throat as his pleasure rose higher and higher and towards the edge once more. Malik grinned darkly and he stroke his fingers down his thighs and in between his legs, two fingertips brushing over Altair's perineum. It was like water dripping into hot oil: Altair's jaw dropped and he held his breath, sucked his stomach in. His eyes went wide behind his blindfold and he thought the whole universe shrunk into a a little ball only to explode into a million stars again as pure white heat flow down his back like magma. Too much – too much pleasure and he felt overstimulated. “F-fuck!”, he gasped and his shoulders hurt, the silk cutting into his wrists as he pulled against his bindings once more, his body spasming.

“That's it Boy”, Malik whispered and one finger still slick with lube made its way further down, circling around the man's entrance. “You've wanted me to touch you – now you have to take it”, he told him darkly, his voice dropping a few octaves. Another finger joined the first one and Malik kept massaging the small ring of muscles, teasing it while his hand around Altair's member slowed down to gentle jerks. He leaned across his body, Malik's lips seeking Altair's which were dry and chapped. He kissed him, his tongue invading Altair's mouth and he rose his head off the cushion, meeting Malik hungrily and as if his life would depend on it. He was almost too distracted with Malik's kisses, almost didn't feel one finger entering him – it didn't hurt anyway. Hell, he was already loose, his hips pressing down as his whole lower abdomen was set on fire. Malik withdrew from his lips, a thin thread of saliva still connecting their lips. It tore as he placed his lips close to Altair's ear to whisper into it, “If you ask nicely I might let you come.” He pushed a second finger in but didn't move them at all, the tips of them almost -almost!- touching the small little bump inside of him where his prostate lay. It was torture, pure simple torture and it made Altair go mad with lust, his fingers clenching to tight fists, his whole body shaking with desire. It was heaven.

There was the faint feeling of shame floating at the back of his head, something which told Altair to stop right now and it let heat rose to his cheeks, setting them aflame. Malik kissed along his jaw and nibbled on his earlobe, breathing hotly into it. “Let go”, he whispered, his nose brushing through his hair and he kissed his brow. “It's just me... give yourself to me.” He crooked his fingers upwards, brushing barely across the bump and it made Altair suck in the air in a sharp gasp, mouth falling open, eyes wide behind the blindfold. He slumped forwards, his brow pressing against Malik's shoulder and he whimpered helplessly, his whole body twitching while his muscles clamped around Malik's fingers. It was the one thing he needed to brush off the few remains of his shame. Altair kept silent, not because of shame but because he was too stubborn to give Malik yet what he wanted. This was a game for power, simple as that and Altair knew he'd be the one losing in the end but maybe there really wasn't a winner either.

“Very well then”, Malik purred and sat up again. He started to move his fingers, slowly pumping them in and out and Altair's chest fell and rose with every thrust of the digits. Malik's hand fell from his shaft and instead started to fondle his sac, his fingers pushing in more urgent and slowly propelling Altair forwards the peek of his lust. It didn't take too long for him to break and fall into pieces, his legs bending and heels digging into the mattress, hips moving with Malik's hand and pushing down down down to seek more of his touches, to finally push him over the edge. “May I come, please!”, there it was, finally, and he forced it out between tight lips, the muscles in his stomach quivering from his bent position, Malik hovering above his chest with his crotch pressing up against Altair's behind, Altair's knees almost touching his chest.

“No”, Malik chuckled and changed the angle of his invading fingers – while they still brought pleasure, it wasn't enough to give Altair the so much needed release. Altair huffed and let a long drawn whine spill from his lips, hips rising high and off the mattress and Malik let go of his testicles, his palm pushing flat against Altair's stomach to bring him down. He could clearly feel Malik's arousal behind the taut fabric of his trousers, could tell the man was maybe suffering just as Altair was and-

“Then fuck me”, he uttered and held his breath for a moment.

Malik completely stopped with everything he was doing and Altair wondered what expression he wore. Damn that blindfold, he really wanted to watch Malik doing this to him.

“Come again?”, Malik pondered and yes, Altair could hear the smirk in his voice. It filled him with new confidence as he just got the evidence that Malik liked his suggestion. Altair stretched his upper body, tried to wiggle just a bit more, tried to look appealing for his master. He sucked a shaky breath in, bit his lower lip and run his tongue across it. “Please sir”, he purred and pushed down so his backside moved across the firm bump in Malik's pants, “fuck me.”

Malik quickly pulled his fingers out of Altair and the movement came so suddenly that Altair gasped with surprise. He actually yelped when Malik grabbed him underneath the knees and pulled him higher up his lap, guiding Altair's legs around his waist and leaned forward. His elbow met the mattress next to Altair's head as he leaned forward, his fingers moving across his buckle and pulling down the zipper of his pants. “You want me to fuck you?”, he hissed and Altair could hear the tremble in his voice, could hear how his mask cracked a little for a brief moment. Ha, he was just as desperate as Altair was!

“Yes sir”, he nodded and swallowed his spittle. “Fuck me please?”

He heard the tearing of a condom wrapper and his lips trembled as he tried hard to keep himself from grinning. The mattress dipped underneath Malik's movements, Altair could hear how the latex was rolled down his shaft. Malik leaned back over his body, nuzzling his neck and Altair could feel his lips pulled back in a smirk against his skin. “So be it”, he whispered and bit down, skin almost breaking underneath sharp teeth. At the same moment he pushed the first inch of his cock inside and while Altair was loose and thoroughly prepared he still had to adjust to the feeling of being stretched. He groaned, his shoulder aching from where Malik bit him and it didn't help that his tongue licked across the abused skin. Malik on the other hand pushed forwards still and Altair forced himself to let go, tried to relax and instead focused on how close Malik was at the moment. He breathed in the man's scent, wrapped his legs tighter around his waist, tried to feel as much as possible of him. In the end it helped and Malik was completely buried inside of him. It surprised him a little for him being so gentle.

“I'm not cruel”, Malik whispered as if he'd read his thoughts and pulled almost completely out of Altair only to thrust back in half a second later. It made Altair squeeze his eyes tightly, head falling back and jaw going slack, his lips parted as he gasped in surprise. God, this was- this was better as he could have ever imagined for it to be.

It was a bit chaotic at first, Altair trying to meet Malik's thrusts, urging him to go faster while Malik wanted to keep it slow – in the end, he simply wrapped his fingers around Altair's throat and shut off his air circulation, pressing him down on the bed and only let go when Altair had calmed down, obeying Malik's will. He kept kissing along Altair's jaw and it made Altair purr, the slow and sensual fucking pushing all of his buttons and caused him to feel high. High on sex, huh – it almost made him giggle but before the sound was able to crawl across his lips, he yelped in pain instead as Malik pinched one of his nipples and kept holding it in a merciless grip. Altair moaned, pleasure and pain mixing as Malik never stopped moving inside of him, his lips never stilling as he sucked a bruise in Altair's skin just above the juncture of his shoulder where it met his neck.

It was... mindfucking how Malik managed to be so gentle with him when he was fucking Altair, his kisses like the touch of a feather across his skin while his hands brought him pain, his nails now raking down Altair's side, leaving angry red lines behind. Altair's whole upper body rose off the bed and curled into the side where Malik's nails had scratched, gasping. Malik, again, simply changed the angle of his thrusts and he now pushed against Altair's prostrate every time he slid back into his body. He was softy gasping, a sound almost too faint for Altair to hear but it was there. Malik sat up now and grabbed Altair's ankles, holding his legs apart to fuck him deeper still. It left Altair gasping and squirming, it was almost too much to bear to him. His head rolled back and he left his throat open and exposed to Malik, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed thickly. If Malik kept it up like this he'd maybe come without even touching his dick. His thrusts came stronger now and his pace sped up, his fingers digging into Altair's ankles. Altair was so close to coming again, he could already feel how his orgasm was about to emerge deeply from his lower abdomen.

“Ngh, ugh, please! May I come!”, he moaned, his head rolling from one side to the other and he jumped a little as Malik suddenly let go of one of his ankles, his finger and thumb closing around the base of Altair's member. He squeezed.

“Not yet”, Malik whispered and his voice was thick and pressed, his breaths growing more erratic and shallow. “Not yet Boy”, he said again and Altair whined, his back rising off the bed once more. He couldn't do this any longer, he wouldn't- he wouldn't be able to take it any longer, god, please he needed release, he-

“Please, please let me come, I want, I-!”

“Not yet”, Malik growled, his pace quickening still and the room was filled with Altair's howls of lust and the sound of skin slapping against skin as Malik fucked him, fast.

No, no, no – no! It was too much for him, it was- it hurt, it hurt so much and his balls ached, pulled tight against Altair's body and just... “Please may I come”, he said again but his voice was weak and thin, the words interrupted by silent gasps and moans. “May I come, please!”, and he was actually close to sobbing now, the pleasure eating its way through his muscles and bones, wave after wave of heat collapsing over his body and he was burning alive. He heard Malik grunting above him and he didn't say anything, didn't even made it known he somehow heard Altair, so he kept on murmuring, begging for release. Every time when he was about to come Malik would change the angles of his thrust or stop for a few seconds and it drove Altair mad.

When he thought he couldn't take it anymore, when he was about to cry something changed. Malik let go of his shaft, his palm hitting the cushion right next to Altair's head and he bend one of his legs, his knee almost touching his chest as Malik leaned close. His breath came short and brushed across Altair's face. Malik was moaning. Was. Moaning. Altair didn't know, had no idea what effect such a pure, innocent noise could have over him but it did and it worked, worked fast. Malik's brow was touching Altair's, his lips parted and he rocked his hips forwards, pumping in and out of Altair, his movements growing more and more frantic and it seemed as if Malik had lost his rhythm.

“Please, I need-”

“Yes”, Malik hissed, thrusting hard into Altair so it made his whole body tremble and it started with his toe, the slow tingling sensation there quickly growing and moving up his leg, the heat spreading across his body like a conflagration. Altair gasped, his mouth hanging open and all of his muscles went rigid, all of his movements stopping and he thought for a moment even his heart stopped beating.

Altair came. His cum gathering in a white pool in the depression of his stomach just underneath his navel, rope after rope of sperm keeping on coming. He groaned deeply, back arched and his chest hurt with the need to breath, his orgasm simply tearing through his body. It took him a moment to come down, his lungs slowly expanding again as he started breathing, sucking shaky breaths of air in again. He didn't even care that Malik was still moving, was still pounding into him and only now did the man gasp, his nails digging into Altair's skin as he came. A few seconds later he slumped down over Altair's body.

Altair didn't dare to move for the longest of moments, his arms slowly started to ache and when Malik still made no attempt to move, he started to try to somehow pull the blindfold off by rubbing against the inside of his bent elbow. He stilled all his motions just half a second later when Malik's fingers closed warningly over his hip. Malik shifted his weight above him, pulling out of Altair's body and he sighed heavily, satisfied. “Well Desdemona.... I hope you will think of your sins tonight.”

“Wha... why?”, he panted softly at him and when Malik slowly started rising, he swallowed thickly.

“Because it's going to be a long night for you.”
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