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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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“No- please, don't use that on me”, Altair whispered while his eyes were set on the little toy. It looked so innocent like that, when Malik held it between his fingers. It was oh so tiny but Altair knew how much pain it could bring. His eyes turned upwards, his gaze setting on Malik's face. “Sir, please”, he asked again in a small voice.

“Color.”

Altair licked over his lips, not sure how he should reply to this. He was... He was honestly curious about it and as most of the times, he wanted to see just how far Malik could go with him but on the other side he really feared of not being able to take it and he wanted to spare himself and Malik the embarrassment. “... yellow sir but.”

Malik cocked an eyebrow at him. “But?”, he smirked down at Altair.

“I'm not sure if I- if I can go through with it.”

At that Malik chuckled. “Well, if it's getting too much for you I'll tell you and stop, alright? Trust me Altair. You can do this”, and Altair nodded weakly, believing every one of Malik's words. Malik had never given him a reason to not trust him before – if he believed into Altair, so could he... right?

“Alright.”

“Good.” Malik nodded and held up the two items. “This one here...” He wiggled the smaller one in his hand, “Will go in your dick. The other one in your butt and both... both are connected with this lovely battery here. Let's see how much electricity you can take, mh?” He smiled down at Altair, all charismatic and yet he looked exactly like the sadistic bastard Altair remembered from the 3:88. A shiver went down his spine and excitement settled in his lower abdomen.

He watched how Malik placed the dildo down and instead picked up the urethra toy. It reminded Altair of a little crown or cage... There was one single slim tube going down from the center, the part which would go inside while the rest would sit snuggly around the tip of his shaft to keep it in place, like a tiny cage. All Malik had to do then was to connect it with the battery.

He saw how the man lubed the whole toy, then his fingers moved to Altair's dick, spreading the lube across his member as well. All he could do was watch as Malik had tied his hands behind his head to the headboard of his bed, his knees bent since he'd tied his legs with his thighs, one large leather strap going around them to keep them in that position. “Now relax”, Malik hummed, “and don't move Boy.”

He couldn't look away and it felt... not pleasant at all, like it didn't belong there -which was true- and something he wanted to have out of himright now. Altair looked up at Malik who kept his eyes on his work as he still put the small cage in and on Altair and he released a small moan out of pain, trying his best to keep still. “I don't like it”, he whispered with sweat running down his temple.

“Well but I do”, Malik hummed and lubed up the dildo as well, then slapped Altair's thighs. “And up go your legs please”, he smirked down at Altair.

Altair tried his best to avoid fast movements – he didn't want that thing in him to move. “Take it out please?”, he whispered while he bent his knees and pulled them close to his body. Malik's fingers moved to his member and they almost touched it-

“No. You'll have to endure it just a little longer. I'm only leaving it in for five minutes, alright? If the time's up I'm going to ask you your color and if it's not Red I'll leave it five more minutes – uness you tell me Red, I won't take it out. I really just want you to keep it in for a few minutes. If you can mange that I'm going to be very, very proud of you.”

Altair nodded slowly. He could understand this and he knew he could end it all right then and there. He really just had to say the word but he also wanted to see how far he could really go. Feeling uncomfortable didn't count for him. It had to be a lot worse for him to stop a scene. “Alright”, Altair swallowed thickly. “It stays on.”

“Good.” Malik grinned and patted Altair's cheek, then moved in between his legs again, pressing the dildo slowly into him. It was connected with the battery with a thin cable and Malik picked up a little clamp which was connected with a cable to the battery as well. “We'll start slow, I promise”, Malik hummed and once everything was done, he switched the battery on.

Altair flinched – it didn't hurt that much but it... it was kind of tickling actually and for now, it didn't feel so bad at all. “So?”

Altair looked at Malik, licking over his lips. “It's... it's weird.”

“Let's see what we can do with this then, shall we?”

Altair watched how Malik turned it up and oh, no that wasn't nice. His muscles tensed and he started wiggling. “Still weird?”, Malik pondered and watched with a delightful little grin how pain took over Altair's features.

“No, it's- ngh, fuck!” He screamed out when Malik put it higher still and he wondered which one hurt the most, his ass or his dick. He settled for his dick, he just wanted the fucking metal out of his body, right now.

“Five minutes Boy...”, Malik reminded him in a soft whisper and Altair groaned, rolling his head from one side to the other as he breathed through the pain, doing his best to endure it, to not disappoint Malik or himself.

“Don't turn it higher, please”, he muttered miserable but when he saw the look on Malik's face he knew the man wouldn't listen. He followed Malik's fingers and they went back to the battery, notching the electricity up a bit. Altair's muscles started spasming by now and he started arching his back, heels digging into the mattress. “No more”, he gasped, “don't-” He watched Malik's fingers hovering over the battery and he shook his head. “I can't- no, please-” and he switched it higher still, Altair groaning heavily and crying out, his leg kicking into empty air, his whole body trashing as he pulled against the leather cuffs, trying to get free and to crawl away from the pain.

"Fuck... Malik! Red!" Altair hissed, his whole body thrashing against his restraints as the small electric toy kept buzzing inside of him.

He felt the sharp going through his body and it got all the more intense and he watched through lidded eyes how Malik still held his fingers on the battery. “Red! You fucking bastard, red!”

On the fourth call Malik finally cranked the battery shut.

"What, can't take a little bit of elec-..." Malik's words were cut off by a sharp growl.

"Untie me," Altair commanded, his face drenched with sweat and veins popping out underneath flushed skin. "Right now Malik. Untie me."

"I don't think you have a right to deci-..." Malik's words were once again disturbed by a loud bark.

"What, do you want me to fucking scream at the neighbors?!" the taller man panted, pulling his leather cuffs hard enough to make the wood of Malik's headboard squeak.

Malik remained quiet for a few long moments before reluctantly reaching out and releasing Altair's cuffs.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" the older man asked in a cold tone, masking the intimidation he felt by a deep frown.

"I think I should be asking that question here," Altair spat, practically tearing the cuffs on his legs and yanking the plug out of himself. "Are you deaf or something?" his voice was dripping with venom. "Or are you just some asshole with self esteem issues?" he kept on, standing up and towering Malik, who was still crouching on the bed.

Malik's throat felt incredibly dry as a well-known feeling of being small and powerless dawned on him.

"Did you not hear me saying red? Four times?" Altair breathed through his teeth, looking like a rabid Rottweiler ready to sink his fangs into the man's neck and crush his spinal chord in his mouth.

Malik kept quiet, looking at Altair's eyes and feeling the world growing tall and heavy around him, pressing his chest and shoulders down.

"And you don't even fucking have anything to say to save your pride... Fuck, I should be going home... Stopping right away once I asked for mercy my ass," Altair breathed out, hurt finally cracking through the anger in his voice.

"I don't even know you Malik. I figured you were a man to keep his word and be respectful towards his subs. Perhaps I got the wrong impression, you know? This is so pitiful..." Altair shook his head, trying to will the shakiness from his voice. "I fucking trusted you,"

Malik's heart was sinking like a boulder in a river, slamming down the pit of his stomach as the magnitude of Altair's words hit him like a cannonball to the face. A moment later though he finally snapped out of his stupor, the trapped animal inside of him suddenly unleashed. “You haven't been very clear”, he barked at Altair, showing his teeth.

Altair rubbed his face and looked in disbelieve at the older man. “Not clear? Not clear?!”, he roared before his eyes grew cold and distant. “Fuck you Malik”, he spat and he pushed himself off the mattress and was limping towards his pants while he ripped the electrodes pads off his chest and thighs. He could hear the bed creaking behind him as Malik shifted his weight but he didn't turn to look and instead grabbed his shirt from the chair and pushed his head and arms through.

“It's not my fault”, Malik told him in a sharp voice and Altair just stopped with all his movements, threw his arms in the air and then turned around with a frustrated groan.

“It's not? It's not your fault?” Altair glared at him and he thought he'd never been so angry his entire life – he was actually thinking to just punch Malik in the face, maybe that would bring some sense to him. “So it wasn't you who kept on turning that fucking electricity higher and higher? And it wasn't you who didn't STOP when I've told you Red, not one time, not two times but four fucking times Malik! I've told you four fucking times to stop your bullshit and you didn't listen!” Altair's voice was hoarse now, his chest heaving underneath heavy breaths and he was shaking with rage.

“It's not my fault for you being such a pussy not able to take some pain! What kind of sub are you for wanting to stop just because it gets a little rough? Don't you have any pride at all?” Malik was being unfair, he knew that. He was doing everything Leonardo had told him to never ever do and yet, he couldn't stop himself. He'd fucked up. Big time and he was about to lose Altair over it. The cold grip of fear crushed Malik's heart and pushed him into a corner he couldn't escape from unless he'd leash out. He was about go down and he would take Altair with him. If the fear of losing Altair was driving him mad, then he should act like a madman.

Altair stared at Malik, simply stared at him, his face twisted into an ugly mask of pure rage. His features softened a few seconds later and he blinked rapidly, his chest feeling tight. “I can't believe you”, he whispered gently and picked up his shoes. “I've trusted you”, he told Malik and his voice was thick. “What, you're a sadist but not a bully? No Malik...” Altair shook his head slowly. “You're just another fucking asshole”, and it took all his willpower to not throw up as the pain was slowly suffocating him.

"I'm not... Altair!" Malik growled, not controlling the panic filtering into his voice.

"You know... I used to respect you. Actually, I respected you until a few minutes ago more than anyone else in the world," Altair disregarded Malik's words completely, slipping into his shoes with odd calmness, as if he had already came to terms with what just happened. "I respected you because you were a man of your word, because you would not shut off the voice of reason no matter what was happening. You would listen to me and read the small signs, it always amazed me how accurate you were," he pursed his lips then, sighing. "And you treated me with respect. Now I just feel like your cum bucket," he shrugged, looking down at his shoes. "Am I, Malik?"

Malik's chest burnt with the ugly feeling of regret. It was just like an accident: he hadn't focused for one tiny second and it had all went downhill, his world crushing down. Now he wished he could turn back time. He sat up and reached for Altair's wrist but the man shrug him off and snarled at him. “Don't touch me”, he hissed and Malik sunk back. He could no longer hide, not when Altair was like this. He thought he'd never had to deal with such a strong storm of rage before and he wasn't sure if he was able to face such anger. “You should know better than that”, Malik told him and tried to control his voice but it was no use. He was shaking so bad, he was trembling and there was nothing he could do to make it better. Altair had every right to be mad at him. Every right to hate him...

“Yes, I should know better and that's the thing Malik! I should know better but I don't because I don't think I know you anymore!” Altair's shoulders were trembling it still looked like as if he was about to leave but didn't move yet. It was silent for a long moment and eventually Altair just shook his head. “Just...” His voice was cracking and he pinched the bridge of his nose, hiding his eyes from Malik.

“I know I've fucked up”, Malik told him and voice soft, his glance turned towards the floor and he put his legs underneath his body. “But if you want to hate me, fine, do whatever you think you have to do but let me tell you, you're being an idiot right now!” The words just kept coming and there was hardly anything Malik could do to fight them. He so often said he was a sadist but right now... right now it seemed like Malik was the biggest masochist to exist. With every insult, with every hurt thrown at Altair, he cut into his own flesh.

“Shut up”, Altair growled again and now he was actually sniffling. “Shut up Malik”, he whispered, one hand rubbing over his scalp as he looked up the ceiling trying so hard to keep the tears from falling. “You know what's the worst? I really... I really want to punch you so bad right now. I want to leave and never come back, I want to hate you. But you know what? I can't, you fucking asshole.” Altair let his shoes fall down to the floor and slipped inside them, not even bothering to tie them.

“So what now? You really want to go?” Malik's heart was beating wildly and no, dear god no he didn't want Altair to go, he wanted to pull him back onto the bed, he wanted to close his arms around him and hug him tight, wanted to comfort him, wanted to lo-

“Yes”, Altair nodded weakly and when he looked at Malik now he saw the bloodshot eyes and red nose. He was crying, openly so and Malik had never envied Altair more than in that moment for being able to show his emotions like that and to not feel ashamed of them.

"Altair don--..." Malik's words were once again cut short by a sound of a door clicking shut.

Altair left. No slamming, no storming out, no thrashing or yelling. The wooden door slipping shut behind him seemed to turn Malik's room into a tank filled with quicksilver, or at least it felt that way for the man still sitting on the bed.

He felt incredibly hollow. An empty shell, like a ball of thin glass- looking pretty and colorful on the outside but completely empty once you passed the pretty patterns.

"t go..." he croaked out the rest of the sentence, watching the door with a slack jaw.

But Altair was already out.

Shit.
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