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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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Altair had pulled up his hood when he'd entered the train to shield him from the eyes of others. It was late in the evening but it wasn't the last train yet to come so it was still pretty much crowded but he did manage to get a seat next to a window though and looked outside into the dark night, trying to ignore his reflection. He leaned his head into his palm, trying to swallow the tears but they just wouldn't stop coming. He never was a cryer he really wasn't but- His heart hurt so badly – he had no idea emotional pain could hurt that much but it was and he thought it was slowly killing him. He felt incredible lost and needed to be hold so badly but the only person who could offer him the comfort he needed was Malik and- shit, the realization hurt him even more. Malik was the only person he'd ever let close to him after Maria and Maria... She was a friend, yes, but after she'd cheated on Altair he had never been able to ever let her close again so she wasn't an option either.

Somebody was taking the seat next to him but Altair didn't pay it much attention. He got his phone out and didn't even know why he did it but before he knew it, he was in his contacts and reading old messages... reading Malik. No. Fuck that, fuck him. He shoved his phone back into his pocket, sniffling. Altair pressed his palm to his eyes, gritting his teeth as he tried desperately to all hold it back – he didn't want to have a breakdown on a public train, he didn't want to-

“Everything alright dear?”

Altair slowly pulled his hand from his face and his eyes rolled sideways, watching the old grandma sitting on the seat next to him. She leaned a little forwards, a purse in her lap and looking at him worried. “Are you alright?”, she asked again, her voice low and soothing just how you imagined a sweet old lady to be.

Altair shook his head. “No”, he croaked, his voice hoarse and he was about to start crying again. He snuffled again and the lady looked through her purse, handing him a tissue. He eyed it for a moment but eventually accepted it and wiped his nose. “Thank you”, he whispered.

“You want to talk about this son?”, she offered. “You look like as if you need it...”

For a moment he thought just to take her offer but then he shook his head, looking back and out of the window again. “No... 's alright.”

“Nonsense”, the old lady huffed and Altair felt her shifting closer. She wore glasses riding low on her nose and she was looking over them at Altair. “We have November and unless you didn't just kiss a cat or dog, I don't assume your eyes are all that red because of some allergy.”

At that Altair actually had to smile a little and wiped his nose once more. “No it's no allergies.”

The lady sighed again. “Alright... I don't have to get up for another fourty minutes. I have time. If you want to talk, I'm here for a while”, she murmured softly and Altair was just glad she stopped pushing him, leaving him with his thoughts alone and-

And he found he was barely able to stand his thoughts as they all returned to Malik and it made his heart ache with hurt. “It's just-” Altair stopped and pressed his lips tightly together. The old lady turned back to him, smiling a warm and friendly smile at him. She didn't say anything but just waited for him to continue.

“I really thought I could trust him...” He watched her from the corner of his eye but she simply nodded. “I thought he cares about me but apparently... apparently...” Altair coughed as new tears were building, threatening to run down his cheeks. “All this time I tried to tell myself 'He's not so bad, he's not an asshole – it's all just an act'... I've tried to ignore his flaws but now”, Altair laughed dryly, “now I see he just really is that asshole. He just wanted to get into my pants, that's all”, he forced out between tight lips.

The lady nodded and she held a little smile on her face, the wrinkles only getting deeper when she did. “Did he succeed?”, she muttered softly so only Altair was able to hear her words. He felt himself blush and was wondering why he was discussion such things with an old lady on a public train and who he didn't know at all but... but she was right. It did help. Altair wiped his eyes and nodded weakly. “And now he left you?”, she pondered. Altair shook his head. “No, I left him.”

xxxx

“I've fucked up.”

“Wha-?” Leonardo simply blinked when Malik shoved his body pass him and entered his apartment. It smelled like food and he could hear Ezio shifting through items in the kitchen, something was frying in a pan on the oven and the table was already set. He was interrupting something, he could see that but Malik didn't care. He was shaking and had hardly slept the last three nights, hadn't shaved and his hair was tousled as he'd run his fingers through it again and again every time he recalled his last moments with Altair.

“I've fucked up Leonardo”, he said again and turned around, facing the man with dark circles underneath his eyes. “He's gone.”

Leonardo closed the door gently behind him and his eyes turned towards the kitchen when he caught sight of Ezio's head appearing, looking at the both of them with arched eyebrows. “Go back inside, I'll deal with it”, Leonardo sighed, his tone gentle and Ezio nodded with pursed lips. “You need to explain this Malik”, Leonardo told him, his voice stern and cold now. “Let's go upstairs in my studio, it's quiet there. We can talk.”

Malik nodded and followed Leonardo up the stairs which lead into the little art gallery he had there and suddenly found himself between all the paintings and drafts of the man's work. Leonardo crossed his arms in front of his chest, standing in front of Malik. It was evening and the dim light gave the man's atelier a somehow surreal atmosphere. He sighed again and rubbed his face with both hands. “Altair left me.”

“What? Why? What did you do?”, Leonardo growled, his arms sinking to the side of his body, one hand on his hip while he rubbed his chin with the other one.

“You know I use colors instead of safe words like you two do, right?” He made a small gesture with his hand but it was clear he meant Leonardo and Ezio. The artist nodded and Malik braced himself for what was to come. “Altair told me Red and I didn't stop-”

“What?” Leonardo's voice was quiet but cold as ice and so sharp it could cut right through Malik and chop his head off his shoulders.

“I didn't want to stop yet, I've wanted to push him, show him he can take more... I would have stopped-”

“No”, Leonardo said sharply and pointed one finger at Malik, interrupting him. “You don't get to decide what's going to happen when your sub tells you to stop. You do it without questioning. You do it right away. You should know that better than anybody else.”

Malik pressed his lips tightly together and didn't say anything for a long while, Leonardo simply standing there and waiting for him to continue. He knew Malik better than to push him – if he'd do that he might chase the man away and that wouldn't get them anywhere. Eventually Malik's shoulders slumped, his face turning soft his expression sad and he released a breath he'd been holding ever since Altair had walked out of his apartment. “I've never seen him so angry and hurt”, he whispered softly. He looked back up at Leonardo, eyes empty. “I've hurt him badly.”

“Yes you did”, Leonardo nodded – if Malik wanted pity, Leonardo was the wrong man to go to. Probably the reason why Malik valued their friendship, Leonardo was no man to crawl in front of other people, always saying what he really thought but without sounding like an ass and keeping his politeniss - not right now though.

“He said he doesn't know me anymore, couldn't trust me.”

“And he has every right to feel like this.”

“Yes but it's not-”

“Not true?” Leonardo cocked an eyebrow at Malik. “Do you want to tell me he can still trust you?”

Malik nodded slowly, his throat dry. “Yes he-”

“No”, Leonardo barked at him. “Altair's right. You're not somebody to trust Malik.”

At that Malik's eyes snapped back at Leonardo, his gaze turning dark.

“Don't look at me like that, it's your own fault! You've abused his trust, what do you expect? That all you do is say 'I'm sorry' and then simply move on?”

Malik kept quiet, gritting his teeth and the muscle in his jaw twitched. Only then did it dawn on Leonardo. “Oh you didn't”, he told Malik softly, “you didn't even say you're sorry. What did you do instead?”

Malik took a sharp inhale of air. “I might have... turned it around.”

Leonardo simply shook his head. “I can't believe you, haven't I taught you anything?”, he growled and Malik felt like as if he was shrinking. “You've fucked up before”, and Malik cringed because Leonardo hardly used curses like that, “but I've thought we were pass this. What's the matter with you? I don't think I know you anymore either. So what the hell is going on?”

“You know me”, Malik scoffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. “You know exactly I like to push them. I don't take pussies, I want them to grow when they're with me.”

"He's not somebody to push", Leonardo pointed at him. "I've seen so when you brought him here, the way he talks about this. It's new, everything of it is new to him."

"I know but-"

"No buts. The way he reacted the last time should have been a warning. I've told you back then he's not somebody you treat like this. He's a good guy, he deserves better."

"But he did so well when we were here and I thought I could... make him realize he can take more and-"

“And to what cost? That you put him through torture?”

“I didn't put him through torture!”

“But you did! You didn't stop when he told you to!” Leonardo was panting now, his voice loud and he glared at Malik looking as if he was about to punch him. “I could throttle you”, the artist hissed. “I'm so very disappointed in you. That's not how I've taught you.”

“Yeah well, you also told me I need to find my own way and-”

“Finding your own way does not mean doing whatever the hell you want to do! Do you wanna turn into Vieri?”

Malik's head snapped up and he looked at Leonardo as if he was about to rip off his head. “Don't you dare comparing me to Vieri.”

“Why not?” Leonardo scoffed at him. “What's the difference between the two of you?”

“Vieri is a sadistic motherfucker who-”

“And you're not a sadistic motherfucker?”, Leonardo pondered with a bittersweet voice. “You do realize what would have happened to you if it hadn't been for me back then, don't you? Isn't that the reason why we agreed to this? Looking after each other? Isn't that why you brought him here so I could see?"

Malik worked his jaw. “Nothing would've happened”, he forced out through gritted teeth.

“Oh yes, believe that if you want to but we both know the truth. Vieri is probably one of the worst doms I've ever met and you'd had the bad luck of meeting him – so tell me, was it bad luck for Altair as well meeting you?”

“I'm nothing like Vieri.”

Leonardo slapped him right in the face and Malik's cheek stung and felt hot but he refused to reach for it and rub it. Instead he didn't move at all, just kept glaring at Leonardo and took one breath after the other. Leonardo didn't move as well and he didn't even look sorry or surprised at all for slapping Malik but as if he held every right to – which was maybe true. “If you really think you're in the right here you better go”, Leonardo told him softly.

“Don't act like you're perfect”, Malik said.

“I'm not perfect”, Leonard replied calmly, “Unlike you, I know that.”

“Then I think it's better if I go.”

“I think so too”, the artist nodded but when Malik walked pass him, he held him by the wrist. “Was it worth it?”, he asked him quietly. He looked up at him confused and not understanding at all. “What do you mean?”, Malik pondered.

Leonardo sighed. “What were you doing when he'd told you to stop?”

“We tried electricity.”

Leonardo whistled. “That's... heavy.”

“He did good Leonardo”, Malik told him softly. “Real good. You know what I like about him so much, why I was so interested into taking him?” When Leonardo didn't reply, Malik continued. “Because he wants to see his limits and he wants to go past them. He wants to challenge himself, I've seen it on that first evening when he was new to everything and he kept enduring all these things and not once did he say stop. It seems as if he's pushing himself so hard that he needs me to tell him when it's enough.” At this, Leonardo finally met Malik's gaze.

“There you have your answer”, he told Malik simply and let go of his wrist, making his way down the stairs and left Malik by himself. He stood there for a moment, wondering what the artist meant with that but then it dawned on him.

He kept enduring all these things and not once did he say stop.

He's pushing himself so hard that he needs me to tell him when it's enough.

He needs me to tell him when it's enough.

He needs me.

Malik stood there, his shoulders slumping. “Fuck.”
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