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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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“I could go for a coffee or tea”, Altair announced when they made their way out of the park and his nose was red from the cold wind, eyes puffy since it had gotten really strong, bringing tears to his eyes and he narrowed them at another strong gust. Malik squeezed his hand which was back in the pocket of the man's coat together with Malik's own. “You do look like as if you're about to freeze to death”, he chuckled and they walked down the street.

“There's a BK just further down the street...”, Altair hummed. “We could go warm up there.”

Malik frowned, then wrinkled his nose. “That doesn't sound like a place where I want to spend a date. The golden crown? Mhpf”, he hunched his shoulders in dismay.

“Oh come on now”, Altair teased and when Malik stopped walking, tried to pull him along further. “Have you ever even been to a fast-food-restaurant? Their coffee and food is alright.”

“They mainly serve meat.”

“So? You don't have to eat it.”

“But I have to smell it”, Malik said and sounded like a sulking child.

“Pf, don't be a pussy now...”

“Watch it”, Malik growled but Altair simply chuckled and opened the door and shoved Malik inside.

“Yeah I know you beat my ass up for it”, he grinned and Malik shot him an angry glare.

“I have a creative mind, I can punish you in more ways than just spanking you”, he huffed and unbuttoned his coat, slipping off his gloves as well. “Go and order whatever you want, I'll get us a table”, Malik announced and Altair shrugged and walked up the counter to place his order.

He went for a simple coffee and thought to order Malik one as well, grabbing cream and sugar on his way back since he didn't know how Malik liked to drink it and slipped into the small booth, sitting opposite from the other man and put the coffee down in front of him.

“Here”, Altair said and put the cream and sugar onto the table, adding just cream to his own coffee.

“Thanks”, Malik said. none the less and simply took the lid off his cup, waiting for the hot beverage to cool down a bit.

“How much time do I have to sign the contract?”, Altair asked quietly once he took the first sip of coffee, the warmth running down his throat and spreading through his entire body and it felt just wonderful. He slumped a little in his seat, relaxing.

“I've told you, as much time as you need to. I thought I won't do anything... heavily BDSM related with you until you've signed it”, he explained in a soft sigh, still not touching his coffee.

“What does 'heavily BDSM related' mean?”

“It means I think you would rather enjoy it being tied up with me worshiping your body instead of having me whipping your ass”, Malik told him and was grinning widely now when he saw how Altair blushed again.

“That uhm... could be fun I guess”, he told Malik quickly and tried to hide his flushed cheeks behind the cup of coffee while he felt Malik's foot slipping in between his own. “As long as you don't do anything else”, he added with a warning glare.

Malik shook his head. “How about I tell you about everything I'm going to do then?”

“What, now?”, Altair practically squeaked and looked around the restaurant – as if somebody was really following their conversation, yeah... no.

“Well I'd rather thought when I'd be at it but I can tell you now as well if you want me to”, Malik grinned and leaned back, one arm cross the back of his seat.

“No thanks”, Altair growled but he do was curious. “You know it sounds like... vanilla BDSM”, he added only a second later.

“Mh yes, maybe you could call it like that. So I take it you're interested?”, he chuckled. “I assure you, you'd be able to free yourself anytime you want to. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable anytime”, he added and now finally wrapped his fingers around the cup of coffee steaming in front of him, led it towards his lips but didn't drink it and instead put it back down.

“Now I really want to know what you have in mind”, Altair huffed and when Malik opened his mouth again he cut right through whatever it was he wanted to say, “No, don't tell me I don't want to get a boner while in public”, he whispered.

“I somehow find it very flattering you think you would get a hard-on right here and now by just hearing what I'm going to do to you”, Malik chuckled and damn it, yes he was right and Altair was torn between wanting Malik to tell him or to just forget about it. He thought not knowing was probably just as bad as knowing since now he got all these images playing in vivid bright colors inside his head, showing him all the possibilities Malik could do and it didn't help at all to calm down. If anything, it just made everything worse and he felt his member stirring.

“You can be such a bastard”, he hissed and Malik just looked with a faked expression of pity at him before he smirked.

“You so love it boy”, Malik purred and drank his coffee.

Altair pressed his lips tightly together and stared at his own cup in his hand but he couldn't stay angry much longer and angry was probably too strong a word anyway for what he felt... maybe he was just annoyed because Malik was right. “Maybe”, he admitted after a while, smiling to himself and this time it wasn't the coffee warming him from the inside.

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Monday had eventually come and his phone had been almost in constant use once Malik had dropped him off at his own place after they had finished their coffee. Malik had told him he still had some work to do at home as he had a rather important meeting Monday afternoon and still needed to prepare a few things and while Altair hadn't agreed with Malik going to his own place again, he'd understood. They'd been writing texts and it made Altair feel like a teenager again, his heart skipping a beat every time his phone was showing him he got a new message. They had agreed on seeing each other tonight, Malik offered to cook and wow... He really looked forward to it and every time he thought about it he couldn't help it but smile. Malik didn't seem like the guy to cook for his dates but Altair had learned a long time ago to not judge a book by its covers, especially not when it came to Malik.

There was only one little thing he still needed to do and the reason why he had hardly slept at all the night. He felt nervous about this when he pushed the button to the elevator and waited for it to arrive. It was early in the morning and he had told Rauf he was about to get coffee and be right back – well, that was only half the truth. He was holding a cup of coffee in his hand, still with the lid closed but he had walked a little further than the small coffee shop down the street from where he worked to get it... And maybe he hadn't walked at all but rather taken a cab to get here but all of it didn't really matter when the elevator arrived and Altair got in because right now he was going up to visit Malik at his office and Malik didn't know a thing about him coming. So when he got off the elevator and looked down the hall to his right a really tiny part of him wished Malik wasn't at his working place and he could just drop off the envelope and don't have to hand it over to him personally.

“Can I help you sir?”

Altair slowly turned around to the young woman walking up behind him, a clipboard clutched to her chest with both hands, glasses riding low on her nose and with her hair pulled back into a bun – to be honest she looked like your typical secretary from TV.

Alright. So here goes nothing.

“I'm looking for someone, maybe you can point me to his working place... Malik Al-Sayf?”, he asked her and straightened his back, chin up.

“Oh.” She smiled at him and let go of the clipboard with one hand to brush a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I'm Carol, his assistant. Do you have an appointment with Mr. Al-Sayf?”

Altair slowly shook his head. “No, I don't but if this is a bad timing-”

Carol looked on her board and brushed a sheet of paper back to look at the one underneath it. “Well you're lucky he's available, his 8.30 got canceled. Your name sir?”

“It's Altair...”

Carol cocked an eyebrow at him and smirked a little but quickly got her expression back under control.

“He knows when you tell him Altair is here to see him”, he quickly told her because it was easier to save the trouble of her trying to pronounce his last name.

“Did you have business with Mr. Al-Sayf before?”, she asked as she beckoned at him to follow her and to Altair's surprise she lead him the opposite direction, away from the open space office down the hall. He felt himself blushing and hold on tighter to his coffee cup, “You could say that”, he muttered and looked around as they took a left turn. There were several offices, all behind glass walls and Carol stopped at the very last one, knocking at the door. Altair held his distance so Malik wasn't able to see him just yet.

He watched Carol smiling and then opening the door. “There's-”

“Is Burrman here?”, Altair heard Malik's voice.

“Well he actually canceled sir but-”

“And he couldn't tell us earlier?”

“I'm afraid not”, Carol smiled and shrugged.

“No”, Malik sighed, “but that gives us at least some more time to work on the final draft.”

“Yes sir.” Carol waited for a moment, probably to see if Malik had to say anything else but when he kept silent, she continued. “There's somebody here to see you.”

“Well I don't have time”, Malik huffed, “Tell them to make an appointment with you.”

“His name is Altair he says you know him”, she told Malik and again, Altair could see that little smirk of hers.

There was a long moment of silence and then, “You can send him in.”

Carol still smiled and turned back to Altair, nodding at him. “He will see you now”, she told him and Altair slowly stepped forwards and stopped next to Carol who held the door open for him. Once he was inside, she closed it and left them alone.

Okay, Malik's office wasn't as fancy as Altair would have imagined when he first learned he had an assistant. It was rather small, messy as hell and Malik was sitting behind a desk, laptop open, drawing tablet next to it, papers in one hand and-

“Since when do you wear glasses?”, Altair blurted out while Malik slowly took them off to rub the bridge of his nose.

“Since I get a headache otherwise when working on a computer. Hello to you too by the way”, he growled and pushed himself from the desk, turning his chair towards Altair and looked up at him before he finally stood to let the shutters down so nobody could see inside. Only then did he push a few papers away to sadown onto the edge of his desk, arms crossed in front of his chest. He looked at Altair with one arched eyebrow and when Altair didn't say anything he got a little impatient, “Well?”

“I brought you coffee”, he held out the cup, Malik slowly took it out of Altair's hand and placed it onto the desk next to him, not paying any attention to it.

“I somehow doubt coffee was the only reason for you to come here”, he said and showed Altair one of his lopsided smirks, his palm softly patting his own thigh and right on command, Altair stepped forwards. “So why are you here?”, Malik purred when he wrapped his arms around Altair's waist and pulled him close against him so he could stand in between his legs.

“I- I've wanted to say hi”, he muttered and tried to avoid Malik's gaze and to ignore that damn fucking handsome smirk of his.

“Bullshit”, Malik grinned and his hand slipped down to his right buttock cheek, pinching it roughly through his jeans and Altair bit on his lip to keep the tiny yelp inside. “So why are you here boy?”

“I missed you?”, Altair asked and tried not to show what effect Malik had on him right now but... it was probably too late already. Now Malik laughed and his second hand joined the first one, aiming to pinch Altair's left cheek- “What's this?”

“What's what?”, Altair asked in an innocent matter and cringed when Malik pulled out the envelope from his left back pocket.

“This”, Malik held it out in front of Altair to see. “Are you trying to safe on postal charges or is there a reason why you bring me your mail?” Malik turned it around and when he read the name on the front his eyebrows rose. “Oh so it's for me”, he grinned and looked back up at Altair.

“So I came here to give you something”, Altair said as if he hadn't lied about the reason of him coming to Malik's office three times already, trying to play it all off and be cool about it.

“What is it?”, Malik hummed and was about to open it when Altair put his hand on top of Malik's.

“Maybe you open it once I'm gone”, he said in an almost pleading tone.

“Why, is it a love letter or something?”, Malik chuckled and pulled his hand from Altair's grip and continued to open it.

“No”, Altair pouted and sighed deeply. Just who's idea has it been to come here? Yeah right... that would have been him. “I... signed the contract”, he murmured softly, his shoulders slumping and he looked aside and on the floor. He could hear how the rustling of paper and fabric stopped, could feel Malik's gaze laying heavily on him and only when he no longer could stand the silence did he look back at him. What he saw surprised him. Malik was looking at him, a mix of surprise and affection showing on his face, eyes warm and soft.

“You could have waited till tonight to give it to me”, he said softly and put the letter aside.

“I know but- I actually... kind of wanted to avoid this”, Altair groaned and gestured between the two of them. “I didn't want to make a too big of a deal out of it”, he admitted softly.

“Yet you still came”, Malik noted and Altair chuckled helplessly, nervously, “Yes it seems like I did, I- I don't know.” He rubbed the side of his nose uncomfortable. “But I really did bring you coffee. And I missed you”, he smirked a little and when Malik laughed, he felt happy and it only got better when Malik cupped his face and placed a small kiss on his lips.

“Idiot”, he grinned and Altair felt as if his breath was sucked right out of his lungs before Malik finally pulled himself away and walked back around his desk, sitting down again and gestured Altair towards a chair, silently offering him a seat. Once Altair was sitting, Malik spoke again, “You're lucky one of my appointments got canceled. I suggest calling first the next time you want to visit me.”

Altair rolled his eyes. “I will keep it in mind.”

“Yes you will”, Malik smirked at him and Altair knew there was a reason why he shouldn't trust that look on his face, not with how fucking smugMalik looked but oh well...

“Why did Carol looked funny at me?”, he asked when Malik was eying him over the contract in his hand, then slowly letting it slip from his fingers and put it down in front of him. He shrugged, “She's one of those who won the pot I guess”, he said, no big deal.

“What?” Altair frowned at him, confused.

“There was a small bet going on and I assume she's among the winners.”

“What did they bet on?”

“If I'm gay”, Malik said nonchalantly and leaned back in his chair, one leg placed over the other and hands resting on his knee.

Altair blinked, “They don't know?”

Malik leaned a bit forwards, now the one looking confused. “Why should they?”

“You could have told them.”

“Do you walk around telling people you're straight?”, Malik asked and made little quotation marks in the air using the fingers of both hands when he said the last word.

Altair shook his head, “No I-”

“So why should I walk around telling people I'm gay?”

“I don't know I just-”

“Don't be stupid Altair it doesn't really suit you – you're smarter than this”, Malik hummed though he grinned and winked at Altair.

“Okay, then tell me this, how does she know you're gay because I'm here?”

“Your name might have slipped a few times... I didn't say anything obvious, you know just the occasionally answers to what I did on my weekends and I think a few of them assume I'm dating you”, Malik smirked widely since yeah, most of the times he did Altair on the weekends, didn't he?

Altair sat up straight. “It did?” Shit, did he really jut say that? And why the fuck couldn't he stop himself from smiling?

“Yeah it did”, Malik chuckled, “now stop looking like a kid in a candy store and wipe that smile off your face. Unless you're not planning on getting on your knees to suck me off underneath my desk I actually have some work to do”, Malik told him with as much of a straight face as he could manage before he broke and laughed softly when he saw the look on Altair's face. “I was kidding”, he said, “we do that another time but I really do have work to do and as much as I love it having you visiting me I have another appointment in about 15 minutes, big fish you know?”

“I really didn't mean to interrupt you”, he muttered and blushed when Malik laughed again, a soft and gentle sound emerging from his chest.

“You didn't, I thought I've already told you that but you should know better... I don't like it to get unexpected visitors”, Malik said with narrowed eyes and it made Altair remember the time he'd come to see him when he'd been sick. He flushed crimson but his eyes got a little wide when he saw Malik pulling the contract back in front of him.

The sound of the pen scratching across the paper when Malik signed it was loud in the silence, the ink drying quickly and he slowly sat back, handing Altair the piece of paper. “Here”, he said, his voice soft now and almost shy. “This is for you to hold on to”, and Altair took it out of his hand.

“I wouldn't have thought for you to sign it so quickly”, he added while Altair put it back into the envelope.

“I wouldn't have either but...”

“But?”

“I've felt too miserable without you these last couple of weeks and I kept remembering how I felt with you around. I'm happy you know? You make me happy and I've wanted to feel like it again and Sunday was actually really nice and... and I guess I took a leap of faith”, he explained, his eyes set onto Malik's desk since he couldn't tell him all of this with meeting his gaze. “I couldn't wait much longer, it just would have felt like as if somebody would have put a cake in front of me but not allowing me to eat it.”

“You associate me with cake?”

“No”, Altair groaned, “Malik please focus on what's important here...”, he huffed. “So basically what I'm trying to say is... I want you. Okay? I want my cake.”

“I know”, Malik nodded and it only made Altair more aware of not being able to hide his true feelings when around Malik – the man could probably read him like an open book.

Malik was about to open his mouth for another reply when a knock came from his door.

“Yes?”, he called and Carol's head appeared again. “Your appointment is here”, she told him and eyed Altair, smiling briefly then looked back at Malik. “The Frenchman”, she added and Malik nodded, getting up from his seat and Altair rose as well.

“I'll see him right away”, he told Carol and she waited in the door while Malik turned towards Altair. “I see you tonight”, he said in a whisper so only Altair could hear him and Malik leaned into him, kissing him while he held Altair by the back of his head, his fingers slipping into his short hair. Altair was about to forget everything around them when-

“Carol, he doesn't want coffee but-”, he could hear a man's voice and who stopped speaking right away when he peered into the office.

Malik's lips moved in small waves over Altair's just a second longer before he ended their kiss, his thumb brushing over Altair's parted lips, winking at him. “See you”, he said again and Altair nodded, smiling softly at him when Malik gently turned him around and towards his door.

“What's going on?”, he heard the man whispering to Carol once he passed them on his way back to the elevator.

“You lost your bet Shaun, that's going on”, she grinned at him and Altair wished for the floor to open up and swallow him alive.
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