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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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- 21-Part 21
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- 28-Part 28
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- 31-Part 31
- 32-Part 32
- 33-Part 33
- 34-Part 34
- 35-Part 35
- 36-Prt 36
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Colored version of allahdammits fanart ;D http://arrrousal.tumblr.com/post/49090864463/zero-g-coloured-version-lol

Aaaah there's so much fluff in this chapter – I hope nobody minds because I certainly don't. ;D

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Altair woke up in his bed with an unfamiliar weight pressing down on his chest and his sleepy, hard-to-think brain didn't catch up with what was going on right away so he slowly blinked his eyes open, rubbing the sleep from last night away with his palm and looked down his body. There was ruffled dark hair, a soft wave of breaths lapping against his skin, an arm draped over his waist with a rather heavy body attached to it and- oh, yes. Right. Malik had been staying the night, first time ever and the memories of the last events returned to Altair's mind in vivid bright pictures, making him smile.

A quick turn of his head towards his alarm clock told him it was way too early in the morning to be awake, on a Sunday even but he was too excited as if going back to sleep was an option. Altair sighed and closed his eyes again, his fingers seeking Malik's hair and running them lazily through it, tousling it even more and making a further mess out of it. He was thinking back to their talk, about what Malik had asked of him; forgiveness. He wasn't sure if it was just as easy as Malik made it seem but he had also come to realization that staying angry and mad at Malik was something which had eaten him alive those past couple of weeks and he simply didn't have the energy anymore to keep on fighting. It wasn't the first time for Altair to think about forgiving Malik but he'd thought of it as wrong in the past, it just hadn't felt right but now...

Malik made a small grunt and Altair cracked an eye open, the man's arm twitching but he didn't wake up just yet. Altair relaxed again, going back to his thoughts while he drew small patterns through Malik's hair and massaging his scalp. He had never wanted to find himself in one of those complicated relationships, the ones where you didn't know if they were healthy for you or just downright abusive. But he couldn't find it to think of Malik as an abusive person and if he would completely overlook the fact of Malik living BDSM he would actually think of him as a gentle person with just a tad of an asshole... There'd been only a few very raw occasions where Altair had thought he'd been able to see Malik's true nature and he craved for these moments, was starving for them and every time he got to see a glimpse of it, he'd wanted more of it. Sex was one thing but Malik as a person the other and no matter how he looked at it, he just couldn't find it in himself to let go of him completely. He had never wanted to feel like a moth drawn to a flame when it was about Malik, had never wanted to feel so dependent on one person and yet- and yet he thought maybe that came with the package when falling in love. He would never give up his own personality, would never give up his freedom but he also didn't want to imagine a life without the man by his side.

Malik had asked him if he wanted to make this work and yes – yes he wanted to more than anything so he just guessed he had to pay his Blood Price as well, he had to take the leap of faith to slowly ease back into trusting Malik again and the really strange part? He thought it was very possible to happen. Over the years Altair had learned to trust his feeling and when Malik had stood in his living room yesterday he'd seen another of his colors. Blue. A bright soft glowing blue, the color of peace.

“Mmmh, that feels nice...”

Altair looked down and Malik was slowly stirring, his leg stretching and muscles rippling underneath his skin when he rolled his shoulders and turned his head, cheek pressing on Altair's stomach where his shirt had rode up from night's sleep and looking at him with small eyes. “Good morning”, he smiled and Altair felt warmth blossoming in his chest.

“Did I wake you?”, he pondered and played with strands of Malik's hair, turning them this way and that way and let them slip through his fingers.

“Sort of”, Malik yawned and drew his arm tighter around Altair's waist, “but nothing you should be concerned about.”

“Believe me I wasn't”, Altair snorted and shifted his weight, making Malik's head bounce on his stomach when he slowly shifted onto his side, head resting on his left palm while his fingers moved down to Malik's neck.

“Did you have a good sleep?”, Malik asked and pulled the covers over his shoulders, snuggling into them and looking like a burrito in them with only his head and neck still showing.

“I did until you're phone started going crazy. I swear it was vibrating every five minutes for at least an hour... or something.”

Malik arched an eyebrow and freed himself from the sheets and reached over behind him, body stretching as he searched on the ground until his fingers finally found his cell. “Probably Kadar that little shit- yep, Kadar”, Malik said once he'd read through his messages and quickly typed a reply. “I sort of was supposed to pick him up from work last night.”

“Sort of?”, Altair pondered while Malik placed his phone onto the small nightstand next to Altair's side, leaning across him while doing so and stealing a small kiss on his way before he rested his head back on Altair's stomach.

“More like... I forgot. I had more important things on my mind and he took a cab home so no big deal – I'm gonna buy him a pizza later, food usually calms him down”, Malik shrugged.

“Your brother sounds like a glutton”, Altair snorted and Malik chuckled at that.

“He's not it's just some old habit from our childhood I guess.”

“Why so?”

“Well”, Malik licked over his lips and the small movement made Altair aware of the stubbles on his chin scratching over his skin, “my father had Crohn's which is why he had to keep to a strict diet – he couldn't eat meat so there was none of it at our home.”

“So that's why you're a vegetarian?”

“Yes. I was used to growing up with no meat and after my father died I sort of... just sticked to it, maybe to keep the memories I have of him alive. I think it must be years, if not decades since the last time I had some.”

“Ah, see, I wouldn't have thought, not in a millions, that it's the reason for you being a vegetarian”, Altair hummed and he sounded a little amazed.

“Yes and Kadar- well let's just say Kadar is very fond of meat and wouldn't let a chance slip by to stuff his face with it. He used to eat over at friends a lot and when he was a kid and got the chance to eat a hamburger or hot dog he'd went for it right away.”

“But you cook for the two of you don't you?”

“Mostly. I don't eat what he's cooking”, Malik chuckled, “and when I do there's no chance in hell I fry him a steak or some chicken.”

Altair chuckled at that. “Well I see. Poor Kadar then”, he grinned and Malik pinched his hip for that but it was too light as if it would hurt.

“So I take it I'm just going to make some scrambled eggs for you?”

“As long as there's coffee”, Malik groaned. “It's Sunday and it's not even nine yet. Why are you up anyway?”

“Couldn't sleep anymore”, Altair told him in a mutter and slipped his fingers lazily through Malik's thick dark hair, bending single strands of it. “You want to get up then?”

“No... we can stay like this for a little while. We should go out and do something today. It's Sunday after all and the weather's fine”, Malik noted with a quick glance at Altair's window. The curtains were closed but they could see the sun shining brightly behind them.

“So? What do you suggest then?”

“How about a trip to the park?”

“The park?” Altair looked at him, mildly surprised.

“Yes. Why not?”

“But that's so... domestic.”

“And? Want to complain?”

“No”, Altair grinned. “I think domestic sounds just fine.”

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It was still early when they arrived at the park with big oak trees surrounding the small path they were currently following. The sun was shinning but there was a nasty wind going so Altair's mouth was covered by a thick wool scarf while Malik wore his leather gloves and when he had wrapped his fingers around Altair's to hold his hand, he had simply tugged Altair's hand into his coat pocket together with his own. They were walking closely side by side and for several minutes now neither of them had said a word. Since the sun was shinning but the wind strong not many people had found their way here on a slow Sunday morning, most of them had come with their dogs and played fetch with them. Neither of them paid attention to the two men holding hands and while it relieved Altair since he didn't think he would be able to take it yet to face some homophobic hate it also gave him enough confidence to enjoy the simple touch.

“This is nice”, he muttered eventually, the wind tousling his hair and he narrowed his eyes against it, his gaze set on a spot in far distance. “I like doing these things with you, you know? After the first couple of times we've met I thought it was all about sex.”

“And here I thought I would have made it clear it's not”, Malik huffed and bumped his shoulder playfully into Altair's, smiling.

“Yes, no – I know”, Altair sighed. “You proved me and my paranoia wrong.”

“Paranoia?”

“Ever since Maria...”, Altair muttered and kicked a small stone, sending it flying across the path in front of them right to the feet of a small squirrel which was munching a little nut it had found somewhere, quickly jumping away and running up a nearby tree.

“Wait, is that the same Maria you've told me about? The one after-”

“Yes, the one after the Da Vinci-disaster”, Altair chuckled. He liked to call it like that, the evening at Leonardo's when Malik had used the belt on him in front of the young artist and while Leonardo's last name certainly wasn't Da Vinci Altair liked to call him that in his head since he thought it would be ridiculous to not call him that.

“It wasn't a disaster”, Malik muttered and watched Altair closely from the corner of his eye. “Do you actually think that?”

“No”, he sighed, “but I needed the time to sort some things out, it's- it's not that easy.”

“You don't have to tell me”, Malik snorted and looked straight ahead, hunching his shoulders and Altair could just see how his whole body tensed. He quickly regret his words – of course he knew. Of all people Altair could talk to about this, Malik was the one who would understand perfectly.

“I didn't mean it like that.”

“I know”, Malik hummed and squeezed his hand in a reassuring way. “So tell me about Maria.”

“I've thought I've already told you enough about her.”

“Well okay, don't tell me about her but you can't let a bad experience hinder you from trusting someone again.”

Altair cocked an eyebrow at him. “How fitting”, he said sourly and Malik stopped just as they had reached a small low wall and Malik sat down on it, his hand slipping out from his pocket together with Altair's and he took both Altair's hands, looking up at him.

“I know”, Malik sighed. “I don't expect you trust me today or tomorrow or next week but I would like to have your trust back some day...”

“We're on the same page then”, Altair said and let Malik pull him closer to he could stand between his thighs, looking down on him. He pursed his lips and frowned, Altair was confused and squeezed Malik's hand. “What?”, he pondered and his voice sounded a little stressed.

“I've sent you an email from my phone this morning when you've been showering...”

“Aaaand?” Altair could honestly not see why Malik made it seem like a bad thing.

“It's a contract”, Malik admitted eventually, softly and pulled Altair down so he could sit on his lap and he simply let him, putting one arm around Malik's shoulders. “I just want you to look at it and see if it's something which could help you.”

Altair fumbled with his phone on his pocket, ready to pull it out and check his mails. “You don't have to do it now-”

“Oh but I want to”, Altair insisted and drew closer against Malik. He actually thought it was a little cute how concerned he was about this and Altair's reaction about it. He took his phone in the one hand which was currently around Malik's shoulder so Malik could read with him. “That's... kind of long.”

“Yes, what did you expect?”

“I don't know, but this really looks like a contract-”

“What do you think did I mean when I said contract?”, Malik asked him with disbelieve and as if Altair was a little slow with thinking.

“I have no idea but not- not this. When you've told me about it yesterday I thought it was something to come up in the future but not so soon-”

“That would make no sense.”

“Why?”

“Because I want the contract to make you feel more comfortable with us so why should I wait with it?”

“I am comfortable...”

“No you're not”, Malik told him and his fingers found their way into the short hair just above Altair's neck and underneath the scarf to scratch him there. “At least not completely. You can read it later when you're at home...”

“No, let me”, Altair told him and tried to get away from Malik's fingers since they made his skin prickle with goosebumps – it felt nice but it also was kind of distracting.

“Oh... you've put my name already into it?”

“Yes...”

“I, Altair Ibn'La-Ahad, with a free mind and an open heart ask of Malik Al-Sayf to accept the submission of my will and to take me into His care and guidance.” Altair looked at Malik from the corner of his eye. “You know for a moment I feared it will end with a proposal.”

Malik chuckled. “It does sound a little like marriage yes but you know, wherever it's a BDSM contract or a marriage, both are commitments and should be taken seriously.”

Altair nodded and scrolled further down the small screen of his phone, reading.

“We may grow together in trust and mutual respect, and the satisfaction of His wants, desire and whims are consistent with my desire as a submissive to please him. I will offer Him use of my time, talents and abilities. As my Master, He accepts the keeping of my body for the fulfillment and enhancement of our sexual, spiritual, emotional and intellectual needs. He may have unfettered use of my body any time, any place, in front of anyone to keep or to give away as He will determine.”

Again Altair stopped. “I will turn into a hot dog right here and now if you wrote that yourself”, he eyed Malik skeptical.

“I've downloaded it, you can find it everywhere on the net but I agree with every word of it.”

When he felt Altair's gaze still lingering on him he snorted, “What, is it that bad I didn't came up with it myself?”

“You could have gone the extra mile you know”, Altair huffed though he was grinning.

“Next time I will.”

“I think you do”, Altair nodded and Malik's hand fell from his neck and reached down to slap him lightly on the thigh.

“Don't get too cocky now boy.”

It was like a little jolt going through Altair's entire body and he sat up more straight, holding his breath for a small second only to release it a moment later. His nerves felt like on fire and even though Malik's slap hadn't hurt at all he could still feel it, could still feel the fingers of him. His mouth was dry, tongue thick and oh- oh he hadn't had the slightest idea just how much addicted he was to hear Malik calling him that until he finally got his fix again after so many weeks without it. He wouldn't have thought for it to have so much effect on him, that it was possible to turn his whole world upside down and... and it made him smile knowing that even though he and Malik had been separated for almost two months, they were back on the right track to being their old selfs.

“No sir”, he smirked and pushed just a little closer to Malik who in return put his arm around Altair's waist once more and he shook his head with a little smile on his lips.

“I ask that He guides me in any sexual, sensual or scene-related behavior, both together with and separate from Him in such a way as to further my growth as a person. I request of Malik Al-Sayf as my Master that he uses the power vested in His role to mold and shape me, assisting me to grow in strength, character, confidence and being and that He continues to help me to develop my artistic and intellectual abilities. In return I agree to obey His commands to the best of my ability...”

Altair had to pause again and he leaned his head against Malik's. “I have to admit this is something I wouldn't have expected when you've told me about this... contract... thingy.” He made a small waving motion with his free hand in front of their faces.

“I've thought so”, Malik hummed, nuzzling Altair underneath his ear and using his nose to pull the scarf down. “Sounds a little romantic?”

“A little, maybe, though I think romantic isn't the best fitting word for it.”

“Then what is?”

“I don't know, lo- … I don't know”, Altair said and bit hard on his tongue to swallow the word and to not let it resurface again. He felt a little hot and loosened his scarf, his blush traveling up to his cheeks. Altair cleared his throat. “Alright okay, let's go on”, he said before Malik could form a reply and with Altair ignoring the strange look he sent him.

“To strive to overcome feelings of guilt or shame and all inhibitions that interfere with my capability to serve Him and limit my growth as His submissive. To revel my thoughts, feelings and desire without hesitation or embarrassment. To inform Him of wants and perceived needs, recognizing that He is the sole judge of whether or how these shall be satisfied. To strive toward maintenance of a positive self-image and development of realistic expectations and goals. To work with Him to become a happy and self-fulfilled individual. To work against negative aspects of my ego and my insecurities that would interfere with advancement of these aims.”

Altair stopped again, smiling and watching Malik from the corner of his eye.

“My surrender as a submissive is done with the knowledge that nothing asked of me will demean me as a person and will in no way diminish my own responsibilities toward making utmost use of my potential.... I really like that part”, Altair said and Malik nudged his nose against his throat, urging him to keep on reading in a silent way.

“Should either of us find that our aspirations are not being well served by this agreement, find this commitment too burdensome, or for any other reason wish to cancel, either may do so by verbal notification to the other, in keeping with the consensual nature of this agreement. We both understand that cancellation means a cessation of the control stated and implied within this agreement, not a termination of our relationship. Upon cancellation, each of us agrees to offer to the other his reasons and to assess our new needs and situation openly and lovingly.

“This agreement shall serve as the basis for an extension of our relationship, committed to in the spirit of loving and consensual dominance and submission with the intention of furthering self-awareness and exploration.”

Altair read through all of it and at the bottom found a field for both his and Malik's signature.

Wow. Shit.

This, this surprised him especially as it seemed to be less about sex but more about mutual respect and trust and... and it was exactly what he needed, what he longed for.

“Do I have to sign it today?”, Altair whispered softly and swallowed heavily, his adam's apple bobbing up and down.

“You sign it when you want to and when you're ready”, Malik murmured and gently took the phone out of Altair's hands, closing his mails and slipping it back into the pocket of his jacket. “No pressure”, he added and turned Altair's face towards him, placing a small gentle kiss on the corner of his mouth.

“No pressure”, Altair repeated dumbly and just let Malik place a dozen tiny kisses over his jaw and down his throat to his ear, looking as if he was miles away with his thoughts. “Are you alright?”, Malik muttered and when Altair didn't answer but kept staring into empty space he withdrew his lips from his ear, snapping his fingers in front of him. “Seems like we have to catch up a lot with our training boy when you can't even answer my questions”, Malik smirked and yes, it did in fact the trick and Altair blinked looking back down on him.

“What?”

“I said, are you alright?”

He leaned his brow against Malik, eyes closed and taking a deep inhale of air.

“Yes. More than alright”, he whispered and if he wouldn't have known he had fallen in love with Malik before he would now.
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