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3:88	By : Imoshen Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 12171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed or any of its characters. I do not make any money by publishing this story.

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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There was a small drop of sweat running over Altair's brow, following the line of his nose until it reached his lips, his tongue darting out, licking over them and tasting the salt when a soft moan crawled up his throat. The muscles in his throat were tensing as his mouth fell open, back arching while he dug his heels into the mattress, trying to find some hold when he was pulled deeper and deeper into an abyss of madness Malik had unleashed upon him. They hadn't spoken a word for several minutes now, there hadn't been any need for that.

Malik currently held Altair's hard-on loosely with both hands, fingers slick with oil while he stroke his thumbs over his length, all the way up and then back down again. Altair's toes curled and he turned his head, gasping into the crook of his elbow when Malik's thumbs traveled further down to the base of his erection. This had been going on for quite a while now, Malik's touches slowly coaxing Altair into a state of pure arousal, his fingers moving slow and gentle over his body while he still held all of the power. It didn't need pain, it didn't need any ropes to keep Altair exactly where Malik wanted him to be – if Altair would have wanted, he could have freed himself a long time ago, the silk was far too loose as if it could truly hold Altair back from getting up. No, what kept him in place wasn't his arousal, weren't Malik's touches. What kept him in place was something rather simple but oh so precious. Trust. Malik wanted to do this to Altair, wanted to have him at his mercy while Altair wanted Malik to have all the control, wanted to please and serve him. The silk gently looped around his wrists was more of a symbol than anything else.

This was important for the both of them and Altair had come to realization that it wasn't something only for him, that Malik wasn't doing this just to prove he was worth Altair's trust. No – if this was a test for Malik then it was just as well a test for Altair. He hadn't always been honest with Malik in the past, had tried to take everything Malik had offered without listening to his own limits, had pushed himself too far. Altair understood now in order for this to work he would have to work on himself first. Malik trusted him to say when it was too much – just as Altair trusted Malik to stop when he said so. He wanted to forget about the one time where Malik hadn't stopped and yet, he wanted to always remember it because it made him realize just how extreme their games were and just how thin the border between sanity and madness really was.

Malik curled his fingers tightly around Altair's member but it wasn't painful and when he started stroking him again, he bit into his bottom lip to stifle a low groan. He couldn't see, could only feel, Malik's touches leading him through a sea of thick darkness and it felt good, he felt taken care of and for a tiny moment, he thought he felt loved. Malik was still sitting on his lap, his weight shifting whenever Altair couldn't keep still and moved his legs, going along with it to keep his balance but right now he was tightening his legs, knees digging into Altair's hips to hold him still. He didn't mind, not one bit. Malik was performing a silent way of dominance, making Altair do what he wanted without saying a word and it was working, Altair stopping his wiggling in order to keep still.

His chest rose and fell in waves, his voice sounding foreign to his own ears when he heard himself crying out whenever Malik added just the right amount of pressure to his fingers holding Altair, whenever he stroke him in just the perfect pace. He wouldn't last much longer, Malik had started gently with him, had pulled him into a deep state or relaxation. His muscles felt as soft as warm wax now, his mind was at ease and when Malik had had worked him, his arousal had grown with every passing minute until Altair had finally reached the state he was currently in.

His legs were twitching, his abdomen's muscles trembling and his fingers curled into tight fists. Altair could feel how his balls drew tightly against his body, he could feel how hot liquid seemed to gather in his lower stomach, turning into a tiny ball ready to explode. “May I come?”, he asked in a hoarse voice since he hadn't spoken for so long now. “Please Sir”, he added in just a whisper, the words swallowed by a soft sigh when his hips started thrusting upwards into Malik's hands.

Malik's pace sped up, wet noises filling the room when his slick palm slid over Altair's cock. Malik wasn't answering and Altair bit down hard on his lips. He knew Malik had heard him but his silence was answer enough, he didn't give him permission to cum just yet so he tried to hold it back, tried to keep himself from reaching his climax. Altair wanted to ask again just a few seconds later, thinking he wouldn't be able to stop his orgasm any longer but Malik knew he was close and he would tell Altair when he'd be allowed to come – there was no need for begging, only when Malik asked him to do so and Altair wouldn't beg, wouldn't whine. Malik would grant him his orgasm, just not yet... not yet.

“You may come”, Malik whispered at him, his voice smooth and deep, almost husky and it pushed Altair right over the edge. He groaned heavily, his head coming off the mattress and face twisted into a mask of pure honest pleasure. His cock was twitching, his cum gathering on his stomach in a tiny puddle, running over Malik's hand.

For a few moments, all Altair could really do was breathing – he felt worn out and tired, as if he'd run a marathon and finally reached the finish line with Malik waiting for him there. He almost didn't realize how Malik pulled the silk from his wrist, his arms falling down onto the bed and the mattress dunk underneath him when Malik pushed himself off and a short moment later, he felt a tissue being wiped over his stomach and member to clean him of the remains of his orgasm. Malik's hand moved to his head next, his fingers moving quickly to open the knot of the blindfold to pull it from Altair's eyes. Only then did Malik drop down next to Altair's side, his arm curling over his stomach to pull him close against his body, kissing his cheek.

Malik didn't say anything but waited for his heartbeat to calm down, his thumb drawing patterns into Altair's skin while he placed one leg over Altair's, his breath brushing over his neck. “Did you like it boy?”, he asked eventually, his voice nothing but a soft murmur and his lips moving over Altair's skin with how close his face was.

Altair swallowed heavily, adam's apple bobbing and he nodded weakly. “Y-yeah, I think I did... Sir.”, he sighed and run his fingers through his hair before his arm fell down to the mattress, Altair too weak as if he could hold it up any longer. His hands were trembling and shit, that had been intense. He blinked his eyes and looked up the ceiling, listening to his own erratic breathing while Malik kept nuzzling his neck, kissing him underneath his ear. He grew restless after neither him nor Malik had spoken and after the man didn't do any move to get his own release. He scratched gently over Altair's stomach, drawing small circles. “Don't you... want to-”

“No”, Malik interrupted him, nose brushing across Altair's throat. “I'm perfectly fine like this, Altair.”

“Oh.” He blinked again and turned on his side, facing Malik . When he'd said his name, Altair just knew it was the end of it, their game over for now. Yet he somehow felt as if still in role... it was comforting and he didn't want to let go of the feeling, not so soon. “Don't you want me to pleasure you Sir?”, he muttered and closed his eyes, head bowed so his brow met Malik's shoulder.

“You don't have to call me that now”, Malik hummed and his hand reached behind Altair's back, his fingers tracing the little bumps of his spine.

“But I want to”, he said breathless.

“You want to suck me off or you want to call me Sir?”, Malik chuckled and scratched Altair behind one ear.

“Both?”, he asked almost sheepishly, cheeks turning into a soft shade of red.

“No”, Malik shook his head again, “to the first”, he added with a smirk.

“Why not?”, Altair pondered and actually sounded... hurt. “Am I so bad?”

“Altair, fuck, no you aren't bad, you're quite the opposite but I'm not in the mood tonight to get off alright? This has nothing to do with you. You're a good boy”, he said, his fingers slipping into the short hair above Altair's neck. “I don't need an orgasm to enjoy watching you coming”, and Altair blushed again, this time even harder.

“Can I still call you Sir?”

“Yeah but you need to explain why”, Malik grinned.

Altair pursed his lips, thinking for a while – at first he didn't know the answer, could only say that it felt right to do so, that it made him feel warm from the inside. But that sounded just like empty words, it wasn't a real answer.

“Because it makes me feel at ease, like... maybe it sounds silly, but like finally coming home after a long, stressful day at work, soaked through the bones because it'd been raining and sitting down after walking five miles because the train wouldn't come. It's comforting...”

“Okay”, Malik smiled, kissing the top of his head, “I can accept that answer for now.”

“I don't want to get out of it just yet”, he muttered in a tired voice, body relaxing further against Malik's as he let himself pull closer against his chest, finding himself in a tight hug.

“How did it make you feel?”

“How did make me feel what?”

Malik rolled his eyes. “Flying to the moon... what I just did to you. What, you want to keep calling me Sir but forget your good manners? Tch, and here I thought you are a good boy”, Malik chuckled.

Altair grinned himself, eyes slipping shut with his head resting right underneath Malik's chin, his breath curling against the man's chest. “It actually felt... pretty amazing Sir. Like... I have no idea what time it is, for all I know you could have been doing this to me for a day or two I- I just completely forgot about everything... made me real relaxed...” He yawned the last part and swallowed.

“Did you feel nervous?”

“A little... maybe.”

“Because of the blindfold?”, Malik pondered and one single finger followed the line of Altair's ear.

“No because we haven't done anything sexual in a long time.”

Malik hummed and nodded, the motion rippling through his body like gentle waves.

“Hey Altair?”

He huffed something close to a 'yes' but since Altair was falling asleep it was hard to tell.

“Stay the night.”

At that, Altair rose his head, big tired eyes blinking up at Malik. “Are you going to give me a ride to work tomorrow?”

Malik nodded and he smiled, his head falling back on Malik's chest, eyes closed again. “Okay I'll stay then”, he grinned and Malik drew his arms close around his body-

“Don't be so cocky now.”

“I'm not Sir.”

“Yes you are.”

“Maybe a little”, Altair smirked.

“Well maybe I need to punish you a little then.”

“But I'm a good boy”, Altair purred and rubbed his nose along Malik's chest and it made the other man laugh again and yes, Altair didn't want to spend another day without hearing Malik laughing again.

“Sometimes you are, I suppose”, Malik nodded and tried to pull his arm from underneath Altair's neck. “Come on, let me get up. I'm not very fond of sleeping in a suit.”

Altair groaned and huffed, his body felt too heavy as if he could move but he did roll to his side with the grace of a walrus. He was lying on his stomach, face buried in Malik's pillow and it smelled like him and when he heard Malik opening his belt, he turned his head to face him, peering an eye open and reached for the covers, pulling them over his body up to his chin.

A little jolt of excitement went through his body once Malik climbed back into bed to him, wearing a pair of boxers and a short, turning off the lights. He liked spending the nights with Malik and he hoped the feeling of his stomach making back flips when Malik slept snuggled tight against his body at night's would never end. He thought those were the only time where Malik allowed himself to not only offer Altair some comfort by holding him when he slept, but also himself by allowing to show some tenderness.

“Malik?”, he whispered into the dark and once he had curled up against the side of Malik's body, head resting on his shoulder. “Thank you...”

“For what?”

“For making it worth it.”

“What, sex with me?” Malik snorted amused.

“No, to take a leap of faith.”
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