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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?”

Altair chewed a little longer, couscous lingering on his tongue before he swallowed, taking all of the flavor in. “Needs some salt”, he commented and Malik chuckled. “Have some”, he said and pushed the salt over to Altair who picked it up.

“But other than that this is real good”, he noted while he kept on eating.

They were sitting at Malik's kitchen table which really wasn't that big and only had two chairs. Altair just assumed this was where the brothers were usually eating. “Kadar's working I guess?”, he asked after a while of silence and watched Malik swallowing.

“He works in the evening most times, but yes he is”, Malik grinned, “so this leaves more time for us. His shift ends at 1 tonight.”

“Couldn't you just pay for his school?”

“No”, Malik snorted amused and pointed his fork at Altair. “I don't have that much money-” at this Altair snorted, “-but most of all I want him to learn what independence means and this also includes paying for your own stuff. He's old enough, he can work at a part time job. My father had taught us this at an early age.”

“I'm sorry about your father”, he muttered a moment later since he thought he just had to say it, he couldn't just say anything at all.

“It's alright”, Malik said softly and for a moment his eyes grew distant. “It's a long time ago now and I've seen in how much pain he'd been in all the time... it's better this way. When you see somebody struggle with death for so long you just- you just feel relieved when it's finally over you know?”

“I think I do. I guess it's hard watching somebody die.”

“It's not easy”, Malik nodded and rolled his shoulders as if he wanted to shrug off the memories. “What about your parents?”

“Oh they live in Texas-”

“Texas? You hardly have an accent.” Malik rose both eyebrows in surprise.

“Yeah well they moved back there a few years ago, I grew up here. I see them at Christmas and on their birthdays, but that's about it.”

“You're not close?”

“No we are, we just don't see each other very often”, Altair hummed.

“So what would they say if you say you're dating a man?”

Altair grew silent and stopped eating. “Well I think I rather not tell them.”

“That bad?”

“No- I mean... I have no idea, but I'd rather not.”

“Okay”, Malik nodded and Altair was glad he decided to let the topic rest. “You want some more?”, he asked when he saw Altair was done but he shook his head and Malik simply collected their plates and put them into the sink. There were leftovers but those were for Kadar when he would get home later the night.

“So what are your plans for the weekend?”, Malik asked when he was cleaning the plates and Altair got up, grabbing a towel to help dry them. “I don't know but since you just asked I assume I'm having plans with you”, he grinned and took the first plate out of Malik's hands.

“I thought we could do some shopping”, he hummed and at that Altair rose one single eyebrow.

“Shopping?”

Malik nodded. “Yeah I think you need a few things.”

“And what would that be?”

“Oh you'll see”, Malik grinned and from how he looked Altair just knew he wouldn't tell him anything more and he sighed with defeat. “Okay, we go shopping”, he groaned and put the plate back into the shelf.

“And you could stay the night”, Malik added and handed Altair the second plate.

“I could”, he mused out loud, wiping the towel across the plate before he put it back as well. “Do you have anything special planned?”, he asked carefully.

“Sort of.”

“I just hope nothing bad...”

“No, not really. You're going to enjoy it, it's harmless. I promise you. I just don't want to tell you yet”, Malik grinned and once he was done, he unclogged the sink and pulled Altair close by curling his fingers around his belt, leaving Altair gasping with surprise.

Malik tilted his head to one side and smiled softly at him, “Couch?”, he pondered in a low murmur and leaned in close, kissing him and he could taste the faint traces of couscous on Malik's lips. Altair nodded weakly and just let Malik pull him away until the both of them were sitting though Malik was a bit too far away for Altair's liking.

“I've wanted to talk with you about something”, Malik started and Altair listened up at this. “Oh?”

“You've signed the contract.”

“Oh.”

“Yes”, Malik nodded, “And since you did I'm... expecting a few things of you. First of all, you tell me when you can't take it anymore-”

“We already covered the topic Malik”, Altair groaned.

“Yes but I think I can't stretch this enough. You're going to tell.”

Altair nodded but Malik took his hand, thumb rolling over his wrist. “Say it.”

“I'm going to tell you”, Altair sighed but honestly, he liked it how serious Malik took this.

“I want you to respect me.”

Altair blinked surprised. “But I do”, he said confused.

“You're manners are not always the best”, Malik smirked. “And I know there are a few things I still need to teach you.”

That was probably right and Altair nodded again. “I want you to obey me”, Malik continued, “and I want you to grow with me in this. I'm going to push you at times”, and again Altair nodded. Malik had explained this to him already and back then it had made perfectly sense and he actually was curious about how something like this would go. “But I'm going to try to not cross your limits – so...”

Altair thought Malik had finally reached what he actually wanted to say and yes, here it was: “I'm going to ask you, do you trust me? Because none of this will be fun for me or for you if you don't... if you don't, it's alright okay? We can wait but it's not going to work if you're afraid to let yourself fall.”

Altair pursed his lips, his tongue darting out to lick over them and he took a deep inhale of air. “I wouldn't have signed the contract if I didn't, I- I admit it wasn't easy but I want this to work Malik, I really do and... yeah I trust you”, he smiled softly and looked up at Malik, scooting closer so their thighs were touching.

Malik was returning the smile, swallowing and closing his eyes while he took a deep breath and when he opened them again, Altair thought something had changed in his gaze. “Should I remind you of the rules?”, he said so softly that his voice was barely above a whisper – it was the moment Altair got nervous again, the good kind of feeling nervous. Altair shook his head, no, he didn't need to hear the rules again.

“I'm going to tell you anyway”, Malik said after a short moment. “I want your respect so , you're going to show me your respect by calling me Sir whenever in a scene. You're going to follow my orders, you're not going to move or speak until I tell you so. You're going to answers my questions but remember boy, if you can't take it anymore you're always allowed to ask for my mercy. Am I clear?”

“Yes sir”, Altair nodded and Malik's tone held such authority that it practically left him no other choice but to add the title and from Malik's grin on his lips, it was the right choice.

“Good boy”, he smirked and squeezed Altair's hand. “Now I want to see if you really trust me...” His gaze went over Altair's shoulder, his eyes setting on the door to his bedroom. “This is what's going to happen now. You will get in my bedroom and you will undress. You're going to wait on my bed and I will tie you up.”

Altair swallowed nervously. Yes. He could do this, he supposed. “Yes sir.”

“Good”, Malik muttered and cupped Altair's cheek as he leaned over, turning his head just so to kiss him and Malik's lips on his felt like a sanctuary. “Get up then”, Malik whispered with his lips still lingering on Altair's, his hand slipping between his legs and squeezing Altair's thigh gently.

“Yes sir”, he nodded again, unable to say anything else while he could hear his heartbeat in his ears, legs heavy and hands shaking when he got up, making his way towards Malik's room and he could feel the other man's eyes on his back. Once he was there and started getting to undress, he heard Malik's feet moving over the floor and saw him stopping in the door, arms crossed in front of his chest, eyes lidded while he watched Altair silently.

“On your back”, Malik hummed when Altair was naked and climbing on his bed. He walked over to his dresser and pulled two scarfs out, white plain silk.

“Relax”, Malik murmured softly when he straddled Altair's lap and looped the silk around his wrists. It was loose enough for him to get out of it anytime, he wouldn't even call it bondage but this wasn't so much about Altair not being able to move but rather about trust. “Will you let me blindfold you?”, Malik whispered, pulling his arms upwards and tied the silk around the bed's headboard so they were above Altair's head, sitting back down and nuzzling Altair underneath his ear.

Altair was quiet for a small moment, Malik's breath curling against his ear in tiny puffs, lips closing around his earlobe and sucking on it – it was kind of difficult to think like this. “Yes, Sir”, he nodded weakly and turned his head more sideways, offering Malik more access like that. “I trust you enough for not being that stupid and fuck up twice...”, he chuckled breathless, trying to hide the fact just how nervous he was about this but Malik was far away from being stupid. He knew.

“Watch your mouth boy”, he whispered and followed the line of Altair's ear with the tip of his tongue, “Or else I need to find other use for it if badmouthing is all it's good for...” Malik withdrew just a second later and sat back up on top of Altair, leaning to his side and reaching for the bedside table to pull the top drawer open, revealing a thin piece of red fabric and from the look of it, Altair assumed it was velvet. Malik held the blindfold loosely between his fingers, letting its ends brush across Altair's chest, head tilted to one side. “Do you want to play a game?”, he purred softly and while he was smirking at him, his eyes were set on Altair's, their gazes locked and Altair just knew Malik waited for his approval waited for him to say the words to know that this was alright, that it was what Altair wanted as well.

“Yes sir”, he breathed and licked across his dry lips, not waisting another second with thinking. This was what he wanted, what he craved for and it send a small jolt down his spine while excitement coiled in his lower abdomen. Malik's smirk turned into a smile and this time it reached his eyes, this was him not playing a role, not playing games but his true self showing and it was a rare sight, something Altair would always enjoy to witness. Malik didn't say a word when he fastened the blindfold around his head and over his eyes, Altair's world turning dark and his lips parted as he drew a trembling breath inside.

“This is as much of vanilla as I can do”, Malik whispered, his palms placed on Altair's chest before they stroke down over his stomach only to rest against his hips, thumbs drawing small circles into Altair's skin.

Altair felt how Malik's weight changed on top of him, how the mattress underneath him dipped and could hear a pair of naked feet touching the ground. “I'm not going anywhere”, Malik said and Altair heard how he walked across the room, pulling another drawer open, then returned to bed to him and got back on top of his lap, straddling his thighs. He popped something open and soon he could smell... cherries?

“What is this?”, Altair whispered and then something could and wet hit his stomach and Malik pressed his hand on it.

“Just some oil”, he hummed, his fingers moving over Altair's skin, massaging it into his stomach. “Relax”, he said again and Altair tried to, really but- oh. Okay. Wait. For a moment he focused on breathing, then on Malik's hands moving up and down his chest and stomach, rubbing more of the oil into his skin. Yes. Alright, this didn't feel bad, not at all and it was... really nice. It wasn't that cold anymore, the oil slowly taking on his body's temperature growing slowly hot. He could fall asleep like this and his head did feel heavy, especially when Malik moved on to his arms, starting at his bound wrist and making his way down to Altair's shoulders.

“Are you getting comfortable boy?”, Malik whispered as he leaned close to Altair's ear.

“Yes Sir”, he nodded with a small smile caressing his lips.

“Good”, Malik hummed and his fingers finally found his slowly hardening dick, caressing it gently, “because this is going to take a while.”
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