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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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Please check out this fucking awesome fanart done by allahdammit for Zero-G: http://arrrousal.tumblr.com/post/49011111344/thats-how-i-see-altair-and-malik-from-imoshens This is so, so perfect ♥

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He had missed this, dear god had he missed this and Altair was falling hard and fast into their kiss, his arms coming around Malik's waist pulling him closer until he could feel their hips meeting. He felt short of breath as Malik gently pressed him further into the kitchen's counter so Altair had to let go of him and pushed himself up there, Malik standing between his thighs. Their kiss was slow, lazy and gentle and exactly what he had needed for so long now, the comfort Malik was offering him now coming almost two months too late but now, now it was finally there and he didn't want it to end. But it would end and the moment was to shatter as Altair couldn't shake off the ugly feeling of shame lingering at the pit of his stomach, shame of giving into this. He pulled away from him out of breath.

“No”, he shook his head and Malik looked confused, head tilted to one side with his hand resting on Altair's hip. “It can't be just as easy as that – can it?”, he looked up, searching Malik's gaze and he hoped he would have the answer for him.

“I never said it's easy Altair”, Malik told him, squeezing his hip. “But it's worth the try... don't you think?”

“That's easy for you to say because you have nothing to lose”, Altair growled.

“How do you mean that?”, Malik said.

“I am the one being at your mercy, I'm the one gagged and tied up with something possibly stuffed up my ass and- and if you're going to betray my trust again I think you're going to break me completely.”

“Altair”, Malik shook his head, sighing deeply and Altair thought for a moment he looked younger than he actually was and he realized he was probably looking at a Malik not wearing his mask. “If we can't make this work, if I can't keep myself under control... I won't continue this. Everything of this. Us or... dominating. If I can't do this no sub will ever be safe from me and I can't risk it. I don't want to actually hurt people.”

“Like you hurt me.”

Malik nodded. “Yes”, he whispered eventually.

“I can't just forget about it-”

“I don't want you to”, Malik interrupted him, cupping his cheek with his thumb gently rolling over Altair's lips. “Just give us a second chance. I think this could be the start of something really great”, he hummed and Altair closed his eyes. “I want to believe you so badly”, Altair whispered.

“Believe me.”

“But I don't trust you.”

“Then you need to take a leap of faith.”

Altair slowly opened his eyes and his hand reached up, fingers wrapping around Malik's neck and this time it was him pulling him in for a kiss, his legs parting further as Malik stepped closer, kissing him back.

“Will you catch me?”, Altair murmured as their lips parted, leaning their brows together and with his eyes still closed, his lips moving over Malik's as he spoke.

“I will try”, and it was probably all Altair really needed to hear and he smiled softly, a warm and fuzzy feeling rising from the bottom of his stomach and spreading through his entire body, chasing away the lingering shadows of his shame.

“Alright”, Altair nodded slowly and withdrew from Malik, looking back at him. “Okay.”

Malik arched an eyebrow it. “Okay?”

Altair nodded. “Yes, okay. Let's try this. But-”

“But?”

“But we need to set some rules-”

“We need to set a contract”, Malik said and Altair blinked with confusion.

“A contract?”

“A document about what's allowed and what is not between a sub and their dom, signed by both parties. It's usually something couples in a 24/7 relationship do but I think it'll be something helping you”, he noted and watched Altair's face closely. “It's not something you write in just a couple of minutes. It requires a lot of thoughts and care – maybe we should do this”, and Altair nodded.

“Yes”, he said, licking over his lips, “I think it really would help...” He rubbed the back of his neck and felt suddenly overwhelmed with how close Malik was after they'd been separated for so long. “Do you- do you want to stay for a little?”, he pondered and goosebumps spread over his skin like a rash when Malik smiled a lop-sided smile at him.

“I'd love to.”

“Okay”, Altair nodded again, his voice trembling and pushed his flat palm against Malik's chest so he had to take a step back and he could hop off the counter. “Alright”, Altair hummed again and he felt nervous all of the sudden. Malik hadn't been all too often to his place. To be honest he could only remember times where he'd picked him up and then left but never stayed longer than ten minutes. “You want something to drink?”, he asked and rubbed the back of his head once more, already pulling the fridge open to peer inside of it. “Let's see there's... milk, okay beer-”

“No chance in hell.”

“-OJ and water... yup, that's about it, I'm sorry.” Altair looked back up and watched how Malik rolled his eyes but he was smiling. “Yeah okay, gimme the beer”, he made known and held up his palm, curling his fingers in an impatient gesture.

Altair shrugged with his shoulders and handed him the bottle, then offered to open it for him but Malik declined and simply did it himself. His face twisted into a grimace when he took the first sip and opened his mouth to say something but Altair simply held up one finger. “Don't”, was all he said and Malik closed his mouth again.

They took their bottles over to Altair's couch and sat down and for a few long moments none of them said anything as it felt somehow awkward. “So uhm... a contract, yes? So what am I supposed to write then?”, Altair said eventually and broke the silence, watching Malik from the corner of his eye.

“That's up to you really”, he said and took another sip from his beer, still pulling a face and licking over his lips but keeping it to himself whatever it was he was thinking. “I can't decide about what you're going to write in your part just as you can't decide what I'm going to write in mine. We need to come to terms but I actually don't doubt it's going to be a problem.”

“But what if you're into something I'm not-”

“We don't do it then.”

“Yeah but... I mean- what if it's something I'm curious about but not sure if I like it?”

“If you're up to we could try it then”, Malik guessed and turned towards Altair. “But this isn't about sex only, Altair. It's about us”, he gestured between the two of them. “It shouldn't be always about sex. BDSM is more than that and I want you to know that. I think if you look at it from the right angle BDSM is quite... romantic.”

Altair snorted. “Yeah okay whatever.”

“I'm serious Altair.”

“Me too”, Altair said again though he sounded just like the opposite.

“Altair...”

Altair sighed and took another sip of his beer. “Okay... I stop joking around, fine. You're quite serious about it, aren't you?”

“It's my life.”

Altair cocked an eyebrow at him. “Really? You wouldn't be able to live without it?” Malik shook his head. “So when you said you wouldn't dominate anymore if the thing with us is not going to work-”

“It'd be like giving up on life”, Malik nodded.

“Oh.” Altair breathed out softly. “So I take it if I want you I have to take the whole package?”

“I believe so...”

“Can you even do vanilla?”, Altair pondered and arched his eyebrow at Malik, challenging him in a silent way and with a small smirk on his lips. It was almost unbelievable just how quickly he was able to fall back into old patterns and it made him realize just how much he had missed Malik those past few weeks and how much of an empty shell he'd been without Malik by his side. It almost was too good to be true and for a moment Altair feared he was dreaming and nothing more.

“Course I can”, Malik snorted.

“Yeah? I'd like to see that.”

Malik smiled softly. “Well... maybe you will.”

“Uh about that...” Again, Altair rubbed the back of his head uncomfortable. “I don't feel very comfortable doing... that so soon again, I- I might need some time.”

“'s okay... I never said we had to”, Malik quickly told him though he was blushing when Altair watched him and he thought it was odd, seeing him doing that.

“Good", he nodded and he bumped his knee against the side of Malikr's leg when he scooted closer and when none of them said another word, Malik put down his bottle and reached for Altair's hand, lacing their fingers together. Altair looked at their joined fingers then up at Malik and when he saw the look in his eyes, he knew things would work out just fine.

They had spent most of the night talking, mostly about the incident which happened weeks ago and how it had made Altair feel. This was important and it had felt like as if a huge weight has been finally lifted off Altair's chest and after everything the both of them had needed to say, they had both agreed on moving on and taking things slow. It still felt a little weird and like a first date all over but Altair slowly eased back into it. It was way after midnight and in a moment of awkwardness Altair had offered Malik to stay the night. They were currently getting ready for bed, Altair lending Malik clothes to wear since he hadn't brought anything for himself and after Altair had asked, Malik had confessed that he'd thought Altair would have thrown him out right away – he would have never thought to get this far and Altair was glad Malik had taken the risk to get beaten in order to get inside of Altair's apartment.

“Here, you can wear this”, Altair said and handed Malik an old shirt of his for him to sleep in it. “Maybe a little big...”

“A little? I think two of me would fit in there.”

“Stop complaining and be thankful you don't have to sleep naked.”

“I wouldn't mind”, Malik made known and Altair turned around. “But I would”, he said sharply to dismiss any rising discussion right away and Malik simply nodded.

He was currently undoing his shoes and kicked them off before his fingers worked over his belt to get out of his pants and Altair simply stood there for a few seconds, watching him before he was able to shake of his stupor. “Have you never fantasized about being with a man?”, Malik asked him while he unbuttoned his shirt.

Altair had sat down heavily on his bed and pulled off his socks one by one. “Guess not”, he shrugged with his shoulders. “It never bothered me seeing men kissing or making out with each other but I never- never thought too much of it”, he said nonchalantly and just stepped out of his sweats and kept his shirt on, making his way underneath the covers and waiting for Malik to hop in. He watched him how he folded all of his clothes neatly and put them on top of Altair's dresser and yes, the shirt was way too big for him and it looked quite funny.

“Next time you come back to my place again”, Malik huffed but there was a small smile playing around his lips. “I think this shirt looks more like a nightgown on me than anything else”, he chuckled and lay down next to Altair, crawling underneath the cover and turned towards him, his head propped up on his palm.

“What are you looking at?”, Altair frowned which made Malik chuckle.

“Just you”, he smirked and that made Altair flush, his cheeks painting in a soft shade of red.

“Idiot”, he huffed and reached across Malik to turn off the lights. When he settled back and moved into a comfortable position laying on his side, he could feel how Malik's arm sneaked around his waist so he could pull him flush with his back against his chest, his face buried in Altair's neck.

Okay. Alright - this was something new.

"Hey Altair?", Malik hummed, his voice somewhat heavy with sleep.

"Yeah?", he hummed and shoved one arm underneath his pillow.

"Sleep well.", Malik kissed his neck and it made Altair smile and for the first time after a few very long weeks without a good night's sleep, Altair was finally able to relax when he could feel Malik's breath brushing across his skin.

"Yes, you too..."

Another drawing by allahdammit, inspired by this chapter: http://allahdammit.deviantart.com/art/Sleep-well-368248054?q=gallery%3Aallahdammit%2F29047897&qo=0
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