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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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“So how about Frankie's?”, Rauf pondered as they strolled through the main hall in their building, the sun already settling down for the night and light was spilling through the high windows making it seem as if liquid gold was spreading over the floor, a soft orange glow engulfing the world around them.

“Can't. I have plans for tonight and need to get home so I can change”, Altair shook his head, hoisting his messenger bag over his shoulder. Apparently Rauf didn't agree with that as he looked at Altair, sulking and rolling his shoulders. “You know you still owe me one because you forgot my coffee this morning”, he huffed with a faked pout. “How could you even forget? You were the one saying you'd be getting coffee for us.”

Altair swallowed at that, hoping Rauf wouldn't be able to see the small blush on his cheeks in the sun's light. “It slipped my mind I've told you already... I wasn't able to focus on work much lately, I need to catch up with a lot of things.”

“Yeah, somehow I don't believe you. So, Frankie's?”

Altair sighed as they walked through the doors and out into the street. “Seriously Rauf, I can't.”

“So cancel. Say you're rather having a beer with your best buddy-”

“You're not my best buddy.”

“- and you can't make it. Simple as that”, Rauf smirked and grinned at Altair.

“Now come on don't make me feel bad. I've been looking forward to this for a long time...” Two months actually, the one thing Altair secretly had hoped for all the time: to have Malik back and working things out. “I can't cancel, it's important”, he simply said then and hoped Rauf would finally drop it.

But not Rauf. “So what are your plans for tonight?”

Altair pressed his lips tightly together, “Dinner”, he said eventually.

“With whooo?”, Rauf asked in a sing-song voice.

“Malik.”

“What?” Rauf stopped dead in his tracks.

“You heard me”, he muttered and turned back to Rauf.

“Why?”, he asked and for a moment Altair thought he was about to throttle him.

“You don't know him Rauf, you don't know what happened and you don't know what we talked about so don't judge without knowing all the facts.”

Rauf pursed his lips and after he opened his mouth to say something and with Altair just sending him a glare, he closed it again and kept silent. “Alright”, he nodded, “because I saw you actually smile when you came into work today and I somehow think it has something to do with him. So what are you going to do tonight? Movie or anything?”

“Just dinner”, Altair smiled softly.

The same smile which now froze on his face as his eyes fell on the man leaning against the side of his car, one hand shoved into the pocket of his pants the other one holding a cell, reading something as his thumb flew across the touch screen. A water bottle on the car's roof next to him and Malik looked up, a smile spreading across his face.

Altair gulped because shit... Rauf was probably the first of his social contacts to ever meet Malik. He slowly walked up to him, with Rauf peering over Altair's shoulder when he stopped in front of him."Uh, what are you doing here?", he asked him and damn, did his voice tremble? His eyes moved up and down over Malik's body and he wasn't sure if it was the man's physics which made his voice sound thin or the fact Rauf stood just right behind him, looking between Malik and Altair. "Thought I'd pick you up”, Malik said nonchalantly, smirking and winking at Altair. “We said 8”, Altair told him.

“You stopped by at my place unannounced, I thought I should return the favor so here I am”, Malik grinned. All Rauf had to do now was to put one and one together and, yepp, here it was. Rauf nudged him hard into his side, using his elbow and Altair coughed, sending the man an angry glare before he was pulled back to Malik's face.

"So who's your friend there?", he asked as he looked at Rauf who was standing there, looking as if he'd just seen an UFO landing.

"That's, uhm, that's one of my co-workers, Rauf." Malik grabbed Rauf's offered hand and shook it. When Altair didn't say anything he turned towards him again. "Well aren't you to introduce me?", he asked and damn him, he was still wearing that smug grin of his. "Yes, well, Rauf that's..." He rubbed his neck nervously and actually yelped a little when Malik stood next to his side, gently placing his arm around his waist and kissing the back of Altair's neck. "I believe what Altair here wants to say is I'm the one he's dating."

Altair just stared at him wide eyed and he could feel Rauf's gaze laying heavily on him. “You- are you a sadist or something? Do you like seeing me suffering?”, he just blurted out and Malik turned his face towards him and he could see that amused little smirk of his while he rose one of his eyebrows. Altair bit down on his lips. Shit.

“Well yes of course I am. You should know that by now, shouldn't you? After you spent so many times on your knees-”,

“Shut up!”, he hissed and Malik simply grinned while Rauf just stared open-mouthed at them. Altair turned the color of a tomato and when neither of them said anything, Malik cleared his throat.

“So, I take it you were about to get to the train?”

Rauf nodded slowly. “Yes we were, although I've actually tried to convince Altair to go for a beer down at Frankie's. Hey, now you're here we could go together if you're up to-”

“No, he isn't”, Altair quickly said once he was finally able to break free from his stupor. “I'm sure there's another reason for him picking me up so I'm sorry but it seems we don't have the time to join you”, and while Altair said that, he glared at Malik with a look that could kill. 'Why are you doing this to me?', he mouthed at him but Malik shrugged and grinned, pulling up his shoulders as if to say 'Why not?'.

“Well if that's the case...”, Rauf muttered though he looked confused.

“Altair is a bit... overreacting here. I'm going to cook so there's really no rush” Malik turned towards Altair, his arm squeezing around his waist and pulling him close again.

“But didn't you have this big meeting today? I bet you're exhausted and-”

“Oh, thanks to your coffee I'm very much awake and I don't need a nanny telling me what I can and can't do.” His voice held a stern tone and Altair knew this was the moment where he should just stop arguing with him. He nodded eventually. “Okay, good. Let's go have a beer, fine”, he waved at Malik and freed himself from the man's arm, taking a step back to bring some distance between them.

“Are you... always like this?”, Rauf slowly asked and gestured between the two of them.

“It's Altair's fault”, Malik commented while Altair said “It's Malik's fault”.

“Oh I see”, Rauf chuckled and beckoned at them to follow him. They fell easy into steps and Altair glared at Malik from the corner of his eye when he wanted to put his arm around his waist – he better not do that, not when he was angry with him. Well, alright he wasn't that angry but Malik better knew not to push Altair.

“I thought you'd be older”, Rauf said eventually, choosing to ignore the death glares being sent between Altair and Malik and the latter turned towards Rauf. “Excuse me?”

“You know...” Rauf chuckled softly. “I accidentally read one of your messages to Altair a few months ago. I just thought you'd be older since you've called him boy.”

“Oh, yes”, Malik nodded as he understood now though he did nudge Altair into his side using his elbow and damn, that hurt it was the same spot Rauf had hit earlier. Why was everybody so violent around him now? “I have to tell you Rauf, I don't like it when somebody reads messages meant for other people but I will let it slip just this one time, because we don't know each other very well.” He flashed him a smile. “I call Altair my boy because he is.”

“He is what?”

“My Boy.”

“What?” Rauf was confused and Altair quickly stepped in between them, placing his arms around Malik and Rauf. “Hey, okay, Frankie's – it's really not that much of a great place, we could go somewhere else.”

“He's your... boy?” Rauf ignored Altair and looked around him and at Malik, his breath gathering in front of his face due to the cold now that the sun was going down. “What's that supposed to mean?”

“Seriously, why Frankie's all the time? We should try something new Rauf.”

“It's supposed to mean I'm his Dom.”

“I think they're selling drugs in there or something...”

“What's that?”, Rauf pondered.

“And their beer isn't really that great...”

“That's me putting a collar around his-”, Malik started but Altair had enough.

“Okay stop!” Altair pressed his palms on both Malik's and Rauf's chests and pushed the two away from him. “Stop acting as if I'm not here, damn it”, he growled then took a step back and pointed his finger at Malik. “You! You just don't tell people stuff like this, alright? Not if you want to keep seeing me, I thought we were clear on this? What we do in bed is nobody's matter, okay? Fuck Malik, you just don't do that! And you!” He turned around to face Rauf. “If you tell anybody about this I will rip off your balls and I swear I'm not kidding.”

Both men blinked at Altair, surprised by his outburst. He was a quiet person and while he could get pretty pissed he hardly ever rose his voice or yelled and usually just gave you the stinky eye. To see Altair standing in front of them, chest heaving with rage and eyes wide face red was quite an usual sight. Rauf lifted his hands, palms up. “Hey, Altair... I just thought it's interesting but what you do is none of my business, relax. I've told you before I'm not judging you for anything – it's cool, alright?”

He nodded. “Good”, he huffed at Rauf and then faced Malik once more. “How do you always manage to piss me off that much? Fuck Malik, you can't walk around and tell everybody without even talking to me first.”

“I actually don't see why you're making a big deal out of this-”

“Well but it is”, Altair hissed, “it is a big deal for me. You don't have to understand it, just to accept it alright? You like using colors Malik and this is fucking Red, okay?”

At this Malik closed his mouth and Altair was sure he'd already formed his next replay but seemed to swallow it now. He nodded and cocked his head to one side. “No, you're right”, and Altair blinked at him. He was right? Really? Without even an argument, just like that? “I apologize.”

“Uhm, what now?” Altair looked dumbfounded.

“I said I'm sorry”, Malik repeated.

“Wow I didn't think-”

“Yeah, you didn't think I'd agree with that”, Malik told him but before Altair could open his mouth to say something he cut him off, “I might have been over the top yes, but I'm a reasonable man Altair. You call me on my shit, simple as that.”

“I would've thought-”

“That I don't listen to you? Tch, yeah thank you for your trust.”

“Well, can you blame me?”

“Hey uhm... guys? Maybe that's something you should discuss in private.” Both Malik and Altair turned to face Rauf. He seemed a little lost standing there and listening to them. Altair looked back at Malik. “He's probably right so... Frankie's?”

The older man nodded, his hand slipping into Altair and yes, this felt actually much better.

“Why are you doing this to me?”, Altair whispered at Rauf as they walked further down the street. “I've thought you don't like Malik.”

“I don't even know him”, Rauf murmured softly, “but you're right, I don't like him.”

“Then why?”

“To see if he's worth your trouble”, Rauf hummed.

xxx

Frankie's really was something Altair usually didn't went to for obvious reasons and he sort of felt embarrassed that Malik came along. Right now Rauf was on his third beer, to celebrate he said but Altair actually had no idea what he was celebrating – maybe for Altair and Malik being back together but who knew...

“You know, I've told Altair this before and I'm really not in the place to judge here but you seem kind of like an asshole Malik”, Rauf said without even blushing or blinking his eyes, one finger pointing at the older man while he held his beer bottle in the same hand. He was a little drunk, Altair knew that and while he didn't slur his words yet it definitely got his tongue loose.

Malik didn't seem to mind in the slightest and kept calm, one leg put over the other as he leaned back in his chair, his hand resting on Altair's thigh with his thumb slowly rubbing over it – he certainly didn't mind the touch, it felt rather soothing and Frankie's was dark enough for people not to see it. He wasn't that comfortable yet as if he would like to openly show he was dating a man at a place like Frankie's. “Why that?”, Malik pondered in a quiet tone, a glass of coke standing in front of him, almost empty.

“I have no idea what you did to piss Altair off but I've never seen him so miserable as those last couple of weeks, not even after he broke up with Maria and-”

“Rauf”, Altair said and nodded at the man, “it's okay now. I can look after myself just fine.”

“Well yeah sure you can, but I can still tell Malik how it's been right? You were not the only one suffering”, he told Altair and took another sip of his beer.

“I wasn't?”, Altair blinked while Rauf rolled his eyes.

“No you big llama head. I had to see you every day coming into work looking as if you'd fall apart any minute and you might not have noticed it, but I did some of your work as well.”

“No, yeah I did”, Altair said softly and picked at a crumble on the table. “You have all my thanks for that.”

But Rauf ignored that and still had his gaze set on Malik. “So I hope you better not do again what you did for make him act like that. I'm sick of playing his nanny”, he snorted but really, all of them knew that he didn't mean it and was just more concerned about Altair and his well being as he maybe should. After all, Altair wouldn't really consider him a friend but he guessed over the last couple of weeks it had changed.

“You're right when you say you're in no position to judge Rauf, so I'm not sure what you really want to hear from me”, Malik said and took his glass, guiding it towards his mouth. “That I'm sorry? I've apologized to Altair which is all what really matters in my opinion. We're actual grown ups and I don't know what's going to happen between Altair and me and where dating will lead us to. We're going to fight, we're going to make up but I tell you I won't fuck up as bad as I did before. You're happy now?”

“I can accept”, Rauf muttered after a short while. “You're right, Altair's old enough to make his own decisions and I'm not friends enough with him to tell him what he should and shouldn't do – not to mention he wouldn't even listen anyway”, he grinned and looked at Altair. “I'm sorry Altair but I just had to bring it up after I've heard you complaining about him all the time.”

“Me? Complaining? When did I do that?” Altair seemed confused and blinked at him.

“A couple of times when we went out and when I had to help you into your bed”, Rauf grinned. “Don't tell me you forgot about it?”

“I... I actually can't remember”, Altair said softly – he'd done that for him?

“Aw, I'm hurt man”, Rauf chuckled and put his hand to his chest towards the imaginary knife.

Altair flashed him a weak smile, still feeling slightly uncomfortable. “Okay, now that we got this topic covered, are we done with this alpha male bullshit?” He looked between the two men. “I'm no damsel in distress, I can look after myself and I'm getting just a little annoyed by the two of you.”

“Don't look at me like that, I say you can come to my place every time and get your ass beaten”, Malik hummed nonchalant.

“God you're awful Malik”, Altair sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.

“You know”, Rauf said and gestured between Altair and Malik, “it's actually quite entertaining to watch the two of you”, he smirked. “We should do this more often”, and Altair groaned.

“No, we shouldn't”, he said and looked at Malik's glass which was empty now. “And I think this is our clue to go before Rauf gets any more embarrassing.”

Malik grinned as he pulled out his phone, looking at the time. “If we don't want to have our dinner at midnight, I think we really should”, he nodded with agreement. “So Rauf”, he said as he turned towards the man, getting out his wallet but Altair put his hand on his wrist, shaking his head and Malik put it back, “do I have your permission to take the boy home?”, he chuckled and Altair released a breath of relieve – obviously Malik hadn't taken the man too seriously which was good since Rauf wasn't serious most of the times.

He snorted, “Nothing I can say about it, right?”

“Exactly”, Malik grinned while Altair kept himself busy paying for their drinks, then took his hand and squeezed it gently – his clue to get up.

“Thanks for inviting me”, he muttered as he wrapped his arm around Altair's waist to pull him close, placing a small kiss on his cheek. “Say good bye to Rauf, he looks like as if his head is going to explode.”

“I'm not”, he snorted, a lop-sided smirk pulling at one corner of his mouth. “Go have fun having dinner”, he said although Altair could clearly hear the quotation marks in his voice and rolled his eyes.

“See you tomorrow”, he waved his good byes at Rauf when Malik tugged at his arm, pulling him towards the exit.

Once they were outside, Malik put his arm back around Altair's neck. “So that's Rauf, huh?”

“Yeah that's him”, Altair huffed and rubbed his face tiredly.

“Now dinner?”, Malik pondered, his arm slipping from Altair's shoulders and going straight for his hand – it still felt weird at times to have him doing that. Altair nodded, “What have you planned?”

“Something simple, Taboulé.”

“What now?”

“Taboulé. It's Lebanese food. Couscous with parsley, shallots, onions, olive oil, lemon juice and peppermint. I think you're going to like it.”

“So is there a special reason for you cooking Lebanese food?”

“No. It's tasty Altair”, Malik grinned and unlocked his car, taking his seat while Altair did the same.

“You will survive”, he grinned as Altair fastened his seatbelt then leaned over him and pulling him close for a kiss by burying his fingers in the short hair above his neck. “You know what they say, the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.”

Altair nodded silently while Malik started the car. He really didn't have to cook for him to get to Altair's heart.
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