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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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Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed or any of its characters.

Malik stood in front of him looking Altair over. His gaze roamed over his body as it where a treasure and he slowly licked his lips.
He stepped around Altair's bound frame until he stood right behind his back, his chest pressed tight against his while his arms encircled his upper body with one hand creeping down over his stomach and pelvic until Malik grabbed his cock. He added a bit too much pressure, a small flicker of pain shooting up his spine and Altair groaned.
"I'm listening", Malik told him and his warm breath crawled over Altair's neck and left goosebumps behind.
His throat felt dry and he swallowed thickly against the sandy feeling. Malik lazily started to stroke him and it made it difficult for Altair to sort his thoughts. When another few seconds had passed with only his erratic breathing cutting through the silence, Malik squeezed him again, hard enough for Altair to snap out of the pleasure which was slowly engulfing him like thick honey.
Malik was growing inpatient.
"There was this one girl", he murmured and instantly Malik's grip loosened and instead started to jerk him off again, his touches so much more gentle now and Altair leaned his head back against the man's shoulder, his eyes heavy-lidded. "I met her at a club – we went home and had sex." His voice was barely above a whisper as it still pained him to recall the memory of when he first had lay his eyes on Maria. The muscles within his back tensed and he cursed the man silently that he made him go back to that night, Altair's hands clenching to tight fists.
"That wasn't so bad, was it?", Malik teased while his second hand was occupied with brushing over the taut muscles of Altair's stomach. "She was a one-nightstand?", he pondered and his fingers let go of Altair's length but started to caress his balls. Altair bit back a moan, not sure if he should just let him fall into the bliss of pleasure Malik's fingers created. It would certainly be the better choice than to dwell on those things he had lost.
Altair shook his head. "N-no", he chocked out and hadn't notice how his hips started to push into Malik's palm. "She became my girlfriend."
Malik used the flat of his hand to slap him against his stomach. Altair hissed as the skin immediately reddened and he tried to withdraw from the man's hold but wasn't able to. "No, Sir", he added as he realized his mistake and it felt oh so humiliating. What was this? Altair thought it was about sex but now it felt more like an interrogation and it made him angry that he revealed so much of himself in front of a man he barely knew – and who hold his balls within his hand.
"Does she know where you are? Was it her idea for you to come here?", Malik went on and his palm smoothed over the red skin of Altair's stomach as if he would actually try to ease the sharp pain.
Altair bit the inner of his cheek as he hated the fact how Malik was able to make him talk about Maria. "She doesn't", he stated simply not wanting to say anything more as it just was nothing of Malik's fucking business. He tried again to take a step forward, to wriggle himself free of the man's embrace but Malik wouldn't let him. Clearly he must sense his discomfort? Altair almost scoffed. What was he expecting – the man was a sadistic bastard, of course he wouldn't care about how he'd feel.
"We broke up", he said within an afterthought, hoping it would finally end Malik's questioning.
"Ah I see", Malik chuckled and Altair could have punched him for how... sweet and understanding his voice sounded. "She left you, didn't she?"
Altair's gaze snapped upwards, fixing on the ceiling and he suppressed a snarl. Malik kept his one hand around his hips to keep him in place and again he hit him until his whole stomach was red and hot, every slap causing a sharp pain that rolled through his whole body in strong waves. Altair bit onto his bottom lip to keep himself from crying out loud. Malik's fingers were brushing over the abused skin, massaging his stomach and he had to close his eyes as he couldn't deny the fact it felt good and eased a little of the pain. Before he had time to relax, one hand was back at his chest, pinching one nipple violently. Malik's hand grabbed the whole area around the areola, taking the soft flesh and the muscles which lie underneath and pulling at it. Pure agony collapsed over Altair's body, making his mind go blank for a few seconds. He heard himself groaning heavily but was surprised to not scream out yet. He breathed through his nose, his breaths slowly becoming erratic.
Malik let go and Altair slumped against his body with his head resting against the man's shoulder. He saw stars and needed to blink a couple of times to get back from the rush he had only felt seconds ago. His whole upper body felt as if it was on fire and he looked down on him. Fingerprints were clearly showing on his chest and stomach from where Malik had abused his skin.
"Wh- why?", he forced out, not sure why Malik had done this to him and he felt betrayed as he didn't think he had broken any of the rules. He had answered his questions hadn't he?
"She's not worth it", was all Malik told him, his hand returning to stroke Altair but his touches were as light as a feather – not hard enough to satisfy Altair in any way and it made him confused. Pain mixing with pleasure was difficult to bear. He didn't know on which sensation he should focus more but he soon realized that while the pain was still stark it was easier for him to focus on the pleasure and he closed his eyes for a brief second. "And I don't want you to think about her and what you shared. Tonight you're mine, got it?"
And he slowly understood as his thoughts about Maria really had shattered like glass as soon as Malik had started to torment him – he had to admit it was a clever move to make him distract from his troubled mind.
"Now that I got you warmed up a little... shall we take the next step?" Malik's lips closed around his neck and he could feel him smile against his skin when he bit down softly.
Altair didn't know if he was supposed to answer and it confused him to no end that Malik showed him some affection which that much gentleness. The man's tongue moved over his neck, placing small kisses against damp flesh and blew warm air over it. "Why... did you want to know?", he dared to ask, confusion clearly showing within Altair's voice.
"To get to know you better", Malik answered him instantly with his lips never stop working and his voice sounded muffled. It oddly made sense to Altair but it still left him wondering when the time would come Malik would tell something about himself...
He let go of Altair's need and his hand moved from his hips to his backside, the tips of his fingers stroking through his buttock's cleft. Altair tensed as he felt his digits dangerously close to his entrance. All Malik had left for him was another low chuckle. "Don't be afraid my little virgin", he chuckled and one finger just brushed over his hole before Malik withdraw. "We start slowly." He sighed then as he took a step back from Altair and he suddenly realized how... comfortable Malik's warmth had made him feel and how he almost felt lonely now that it was gone.
He eyed Malik as he walked to a big trunk standing against the opposite wall and he followed his movements with unknown curiosity. Right now it became difficult for Altair to think. He felt aroused thanks to Malik's hand but as his mind was troubled by whirling thoughts only minutes ago, now everything within him seemed to be at ease. All he could feel was mind-blowing curiosity of what would happen next. There were no doubts if it had been the right choice to submit to the other man, there was no thinking of why he did it. Everything he had been fighting an inner battle about earlier in the evening was gone. All he could do was just stand there and watch as Malik opened the trunk and crouched down next to it.
What made him wonder the most was the fact that Altair didn't feel fear any more and he had to admit that it was... oddly comfortable of not having control. In fact he did feel very... secure – even though Malik could still piss him off with what he did to him.
At the sound of the trunk closing again Altair was pulled out of his train of thoughts. He watched Malik closing the distance between them, holding something behind his back. The man smirked as he caught Altair's curious look.
"You seem more relaxed there", he noticed as he stood at an arm's length in front of Altair. "This is good", and he brought his hand in front of his chest and showed Altair the item he hold between his fingers.
Within half a second Altair got tense again, his face going pale as his eyes roamed over the black dildo. It was an anal plug, pointy at the tip and getting wider to the end. He took a step back and all of the sudden there was the cold grip of fear again. Malik however noticed his discomfort this time and did act upon it. He took another step forward and reached for Altair's face with one hand, his thumb running over his lips. "Don't be such a pussy", he smirked but despite the cruel mask his face was wearing, Malik's voice was gentle. It didn't made much sense. "What, I thought there's nothing you wouldn't be able to take." He looked down onto the dildo. "And may I just say this one is a rather small one? It's for beginners after all."
At those words Altair's gaze snapped upwards and he threw an angry glare at Malik, his jaw tense and his teeth clenched. Malik was fucking again with him, he knew it and he didn't know if he should act to those words or if it would make Malik angry if he would decide not to play his little game. He swallowed again and forced his facial expression into indifference.
"I can take it", he told him quickly, but his voice shook and betrayed his true feelings. Now, Malik wasn't a fool and he knew exactly how nervous Altair was but decided to go with it.
"Good", he pet the man's cheek and Altair almost bit off his tongue as anger started to boil within his lower stomach.
"Kneel", he told him in a firm voice and it took a while for him to follow Malik's order. In the end he did and it was a bit difficult to find his balance with his arms bound behind his back.
"Spread your legs", Malik's command came and again, he did as he were told with his heart pounding wildly inside his chest.
Malik stepped around him and kicked his feet further apart. "Move your ass up."
Altair tried to hide the fact how much he was trembling. He had felt so good only moments ago and now everything had turned into disaster. He wasn't just nervous – he was fucking terrified. This was happening too soon and yes, Malik had told him he would fuck him and yes, when he had agreed to all of this he had been aware it would probably lead to sex... but so soon? No, he didn't want this, he just didn't. It wasn't right, wrong and the alarm in his head went off, everything inside of him screaming to get up and get away as soon as possible.
But Altair didn't move. He could feel how Malik placed the plug onto the ground between his legs and seconds later he could hear the sound of something which reminded him of a cap being opened. He was sure it was lubrication and it was feeding his fear. Malik run his fingers softly over his back.
"You're so scared right now, aren't you?" He leaned close to Altair's ear and his hot breath crawled over his skin and it sickened him to his stomach. "You're going to take the dildo all the way in, you're going to fuck yourself with it and love it", Malik whispered and all the warmth within his voice was gone.
Altair slowly shook his head. "No..." It sounded so weak and he wondered were his fighting spirit had gone, why he wouldn't trash and spit at the other man with fury.
It earned him a hard slap from Malik's palm onto his right buttock's cheek and he almost fell forward right down on his face by the sheer force of it. He could keep his balance just in time and groaned.
"I don't like my property talking back to me", the man hissed and grabbed Altair by his hair to pull him up against his chest. He gave him another slap onto the same cheek and a third one, just as hard as the other two before. Altair forced down a yelp, breathing heavily through his nose as his skin stung with pain. Malik then turned to rub his hand gently over his flesh, almost soothingly. "You want me to stop?" And his voice was so much softer all of the sudden and engulfed Altair like a warm, comfortable blanket.
The cold grip of fear around his heart eased a little but was still there. He suddenly remembered that he could, in fact, make Malik stop. All it would take was for him to say so and his thoughts were racing with the possibility. Altair licked his lips, fumbling with the right words to say. Truth was... he didn't want him to stop. Not now, not when nothing had really happened so far. But it went too fast and he was fucking scared and he wasn't able to hold up the act where he tried to convince Malik that his actions had no impact on him – they did and he suddenly didn't see the point in hiding any more. Altair realized now that if he wanted to play this game with Malik he had to be honest. He would have to shed his pride but it was a hard thing to do. He hadn't felt naked before in front of Malik even though he was and only because he still had his pride he could hold onto... if he would let go of it then it meant there wasn't a chance for him to hide anymore. His very own soul would lie exposed in front of the man's eyes.
"It's too early", he finally whispered admitting his fear and he felt so small, so very helpless right now that it physically hurt him. It was a terrible feeling which he could hardly bear. If it weren't for the grip of his hair he would let his head hung low between his shoulders.
Altair was defeated.
Malik slowly let go of his head and stroke his neck. "You finally start to understand do you Altair?", and a shudder went up his spine when Malik whispered his name. "I own you... and I am a sadistic bastard but I'm not cruel. I would like to give you a choice."
Altair hardly moved, not showing any signs he had heard him. His heart was beating so strongly that he was sure Malik was able to hear it.
The man ran his fingers once more over his backside and in between his cleft, rubbing over his entrance in a teasing manner and Altair clenched his cheeks on instinct.
"You won't get away with it though. You will have this", and Malik picked up the plug again and tapped it against Altair's buttocks, "but it's nice to know that you finally start to voice your own boundaries."
He could hear the rustling of clothes as Malik got up again. He heard his steps walking away from him but didn't dare to turn around to see what he was doing. He felt frozen to the spot, his mind overwhelmed with what had just happened. There was still fear and Altair was still nervous but he felt so much lighter now, almost relieved. He swallowed thickly around the lump which had built inside his throat.
He startled when something touched his bound arms behind his back. It felt like leather and when Malik walked around him he saw what it was. A cat o'nine whip. His eyes widened again but it wasn't fear which surprised him and he eased once more back into the state of simple curiosity.
"Will you accept your punishment?", Malik asked and he let the whip run over Altair's chest and face.
Altair straightened his back and he looked up at Malik with new confident. He locked his gaze with the man's eyes and they were so dark and deep that he thought he could lose himself into the vortex of brown.
"Yes Sir", and his voice was firm and strong and while he thought only minutes ago that he would pass out from nervousness he now felt so very clam as it was easier to accept pain – pain was something he knew, something he could deal with. Pain would pass and he slowly started to trust Malik. He had given him a choice earlier and he knew, if this would become too much he would stop – if Altair choose to say so. It gave him back a bit of control and it felt so much better now. It was his choice to kneel to his feet, his choice to stay and Malik couldn't do anything if he just said no. The feeling itself, the knowing of it was total bliss.
Malik smiled and gently stroke with one hand over his face. The touch was innocent and soft and Altair caught himself as he leaned his cheek into the man's rough palm, seeking more of the comfort it brought. He felt as if he had done something right and when he looked back up at Malik he thought he saw pride within his gaze and it made him that much more...
But before he could end the thought Malik brought his hand quickly back into his hair and shoved Altair hard onto the ground with his face buried into the soft carpet. He grabbed his bound wrists and moved them higher up his back, stretching his shoulders painfully. He took a step forward and hovered over Altair's body. He could hear the whip slicing through the air before it hit his backside and dear god, it hurt – it stung so much more than Malik's hand would ever do. The rough treatment had caught him by surprise but nevertheless, the mere seconds Malik had showed him kindness had been enough to brace himself for what was about to come.
Again the whip crushed back onto his skin and it did three more times, each hit delivered with such accuracy that it didn't give Altair any time to adjust to the feeling. With the last blow he cried out, panting heavily.
Malik hoovered above him, his legs framing his body and he let the whip gently brush over his reddened skin. "Do you know why I'm doing this to you?", he asked lowly and Altair pressed his cheek against the carpet with his behind sticking up in the air and his legs parted wildly.
He needed a few seconds to focus onto something else than the pain and gladly, Malik granted it to him. Altair moved his fingers and his arms and shoulders hurt as the man still hold them high above his back so the whip would have easier access to his behind.
"B-because I told you no", he whimpered and he knew it wouldn't take much more for his pride to vanish completely. Suddenly Altair asked himself if he ever had his pride when being with Malik or if it was just an illusion he had liked to believe as the truth.
Malik chuckled. "No." And he brought the whip down again, harder than before and Altair clenched his teeth. His skin felt burnt.
"Because you forgot your good manners." Malik lifted his hand again and Altair squeezed his eyes shut as he thought the whip would hit him again but no such thing happened. Instead Malik hold his hand still and only the tips of the whip brushed over his skin.
Altair cracked one eye open and at first he didn't understand but then it became all so very clear to him. He chocked down his pride.
"I'm sorry, Sir."
And then it happened. It was gone and before he had spoken Altair had felt humiliated but now... now that he his pride and arrogance had vanished, he was free and it felt so damn right to lie here to Malik's feet, to let him do this to him and if his master wanted him to fuck himself with a dildo, hell, he would fucking do it.
Again, he could hear the soft smile within Malik's voice: "Such a good boy."
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