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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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Altair had honestly no idea why he'd had agreed to this in the first place and other than Malik's hands on his body he could remember almost nothing of what have happened after he'd told Altair they'd go shopping. Sure, he'd said that for a couple of times now but every time Malik had planned to take him on a shopping tour something other had come up so a couple of weeks had passed where Altair thought himself safe – he hated shopping and he would rather go see his dentist than go.

“What do you think of this one?”

Altair turned around and his cheeks flamed up instantly. “The fuck”, he hissed and ripped the- the dildo right out of Malik's hand and put it back onto the shelf. It was huge! Longer than his forearm and by far more bigger, black and in the shape of a penis; it even had freaking veins on it. “You can't be serious”, Altair muttered and his blush only increased, traveling up to the tips of his ears and down to his chest. “That's a joke, right? No way any man -or woman- could fit this into them.”

Malik just blinked at Altair. “It's no joke, it's an actual sex toy”, he told him unimpressed. “I've seen a man fucking one of these which was even bigger and-”

“I really don't want to hear it.”

Malik chuckled. "Alright. I just thought exotic dongs were in fashion this year," he smirked. "If you don't like this one, how about this?" he reached for a pearly-pink one next, it's head featuring a small series of ribs shaped like rose flowers. He held it up in front of Altair's face. “Well?”

“This looks really...”

“Feminine?”

“Gay”, Altair concluded.

"No shit Sherlock," Malik snorted, shaking his head, princess dildo still in hand. "And what do you think us to be?"

Altair kept quiet for a long moment before huffing his answer. "We're gay but we're not... This," he pointed at the pink object with a scowl. "If this somehow enters my butt I am sure my balls will dry and fall off."

"That bad, huh?" Malik smirked, placing the dildo back. "Alright, alright... Moving on... Pick one you like already”, he huffed and propelled Altair around and shoving him down the aisle. “We're not going to leave until you find one you like.” Altair muttered a reply and Malik's hand reached for his wrist, fingers digging into his skin and pulling Altair back. “What was that?”, he whispered and leaned into the young man's body, smirking an evil grin.

“Nothing”, Altair huffed, his cheeks still feeling hot and Malik's hand sneaking in between their bodies and palming his crotch didn't help at all. “Alright, let me. I find myself one”, he told him quickly before things could get out of hands. He started walking again and looked at the display of various dildos and vibrators in all shapes and forms – it was kind of impressive and the sheer amount of bright colors was overwhelming. Altair soon realized he didn't like the... realistic one's at all. He also felt drawn to the colorful ones; but not pink, thank you very much. He stopped then. “How about this one?”, he pondered and pointed at a normal-sized vibrator. It was a very dark blue and looked almost purple, curved lines moving in small patterns across it with an implemented remote at the end of the shaft.

“No, if you're not careful it can get lost. We need one especially for anal use”, Malik explained and Altair blinked at the 'lost' part before it dawned on him. Oh! No – no, he really wouldn't want to make a trip to the ER to get a vibrator removed from his butt.

“I have no idea”, he sighed eventually and his shoulders slumped. “I really- I really don't know Malik”, and he looked at him from the corner of his eye. Malik simply took Altair's hand and laced their fingers together. “Alright”, he nodded and placed a small kiss on his cheek. “I have another suggestion. How about anal beads?”

“Anal what now?”

Malik chuckled again. “Oh my, it's so cute how innocent you are when it comes to sex toys. Here... anal beads”, he said and pulled a box out of the shelf. It was a string with beads on it in various sizes and they got bigger the closer they got to the end. It actually didn't look so bad, rather nice, simple really. No fancy color, no alien form and no veins. “I might like that”, Altair nodded especially since he thought the grooves would be able to stimulate him very, very nice. His eyes roamed over the shelf and settled onto one in particular. “This one”, he told Malik and pointed at it, the man reaching up and pulling it down. It was made out of stainless steel, the color anthracite.

“This one?”, Malik pondered and looked it over. “Sure”, he said eventually. “What else?”

Altair stared at him. “Malik that things costs 150 $ - do you really want to buy this?”

“Yep”, Malik grinned and squeezed his hand. “What else?” Altair thought he looked like a small boy in a candy shop, happy to spend his weekly allowance on all the sweets he could eat and maybe more. Altair snorted. “You're hopeless... I think that's enough for now”, and Malik simply shrugged with his shoulders. “I might want a few more things”, he told Altair and let go of his hand and made his way through the store leaving Altair behind. Altair though couldn't say he was that much interested in the remains of the sex shop so he strolled back to the cashier and eventually Malik caught back up with him, the little basket almost full with various sex toys and Altair went a little pale at the sight of them. Malik handed his credit card to the cashier, smirking at Altair. "You happy?" he cocked his head just so, watching the man with a pleased smile. "Yes, very," Altair admitted with a sharp not, failing to will the redness away from his cheeks. "Good. I'm expecting you to show me your gratitude tonight," Malik noted in a quiet voice, accepting the receipt and swiftly writing his signature on it.

Altair's throat felt like sand paper. He breathed out slowly and rubbed his nape, wordlessly nodding. He could not deny the heat stirring at the pit of his stomach when he thought about the night to come. If he knew anything about Malik, the man would be sure to make good use of the variety of toys he had gotten him today. In a very poetic way, it felt like someone was brushing the bottom of his abdomen with a plume of feathers. He felt Malik's gaze lingering on him and looked up to meet his eyes. Oh, right. Malik was waiting for an answer. “Uhm, yes I will”, he told him and damn Malik, he can wipe off that smug grin of his right away!

When they stepped back out into the street Malik put his sunglasses back on since it was rather warm and sunny, even for a day in March and Altair was wondering what sex shops thought by handing their costumers those ominous black bags, they could as well just hand them one with their logo on it. Either way, people were no idiots. Everybody who saw the simple black bag knew where it was from – the thought didn't help at all for Altair's blush to go down. “We're done yet?”, he pondered as they made their way down the street. He didn't mind spending his time with Malik, didn't mind going shopping with him – but Altair really didn't want to keep walking around with that damn bag.

“What is it, Boy, are you nervous?” Malik smirked at him, taking his hand once more.

“I'm not nervous”, Altair huffed and pulled up his shoulders.

"Then why do you seem to do anything to keep the bag from everyone's view, hm? You're not a very good actor," Malik smirked, narrowing his eyes at Altair behind his sunglasses.

"It's pretty normal to not want to walk around with a bag that obviously comes from a sex shop at broad daylight," the taller man hissed, the glare he sent at Malik dripping of venom. "You are the only one who thinks that, Altair," Malik announced in a calm tone, pointing at people going down the street with dark bags that did not vary much from the one Altair held. "I doubt they all have a bag full of cockrings and dildos in those bags."

Altair flushed again. “Why don't you just scream it across the street, I think the guy down the block hasn't heard you yet”, Altair muttered and looked around. He was being paranoid again, he knew that, thinking people would listening to them talking. Maybe some of them were but didn't show it – Altair should care less about what others thought but all of this was still so new... someone give him a break, okay? “Their bags look different”, he huffed then and pouted.

“You really are cute”, Malik chuckled and chose to ignore the angry glare Altair sent him. “Come on, you will survive walking around the city with that bag of ours. Do you really want to go home just because of that? We could put it in the car but honestly, I'm in no mood for your bitching and don't really see why I should walk back all the way to the car when I could take you somewhere by far nicer.”

“I'm not bitching I'm-”

Malik pulled him sharply aside and whirled Altair around, his back meeting the wall of a small shop. He stepped closer and for a moment it actually seemed as if Malik was bigger than him – if just for a moment. Malik leaned against Altair, sighing and shaking his head. “Altair”, he purred in a low voice and run one single finger down his chest. Altair just looked up at him, confusion washing across his face. “Huh?”

“Could you please just let it go?”, Malik hummed, smiling and playing with one of the buttons of his shirt. “Yes, it's a black bag. Yes, it has sex toys. And yes, I am going to use all of them on you, maybe all night long. But believe me”, and now he narrowed his eyes, fingers curling in Altair's collar and pulling him close, “if you keep acting like this I won't let you cum at all”, Malik hissed and let go of him, smoothing his hand across Altair's shirt before he stepped back and smiled at him. Altair was a bit short of breath – fuck that had turned him on even though only a little, but he thought he'd felt his cock twitch a bit. “Now... Leonardo invited us tonight, I thought you would like to see him as well?”

“Leonardo?” He soon fell back into step next to Malik's side. “Uhm, yes sure why not?” They rounded another corner, Malik's hand slipping back into Altair's. “Why do you only mention it now?”

“Oh, I wanted it to be a surprise.”

“Surprise... why?” Now Altair eyed him skeptical.

“He prepared something for us.”

Altair felt excitement coil at his lower abdomen. Mhpf, he hated surprises, he was too impatient for them! He wanted to know now. “What?”, he asked and practically beamed.

“I'm not going to tell you. Ezio's going to be there too.”

"Hey... I uh... Wanted to ask," Altair licked his lips, looking sideways in an uncertain gaze. "How did you get to know those two?"

Malik laughed at that. "It's a long story, I will tell it to you some other time," he promised, leading Altair down the street. "Are you hungry? There should be a nice little restaurant down the street where we could get a coffee and eat something.”.

“Why are you trying to change the subject?”, Altair kept on pushing – well, this was probably one of his biggest weakness, his impatience. And he could throw a tantrum about it too.

Malik rose one eyebrow at Altair. “Well, you're already freaking out about a single bag we carry in public I doubt you want to hear this story when we're walking down the street”, he added with a grin and it shut Altair immediately up. Oh – so it was something like that, was it? For a second jealousy tore through his body. Was Leonardo or Ezio one of Malik's past lover? But then again, how weird would it be for Malik to still see his ex? Unless it was just sex and-

“Altair”, Malik called him softly, “you look like as if your brain is about to explode. Stop doing your own head in okay?” He stopped in front of a restaurant which looked more like a small coffee shop and Malik was gentleman enough to hold the door open for Altair to enter. “Let's drink and eat something. We still have two hours to kill before we meet with them.”

“What is this place?”, Altair asked once they sat down on a small table – this didn't look like your usual coffee shop or Starbucks.

"A place you should know about, their food is great," Malik explained, his tone laced with light amusement. "What? Never ate hummus with ful before?" his tone was disbelieving more than anything. "What did you eat at family dinners?"

"Potatoes... Chicken, sometimes turkey," Altair shrugged, inspecting their surroundings. "...Everything here looks so... Oily and savory," he commented in a quiet tone.

"Everything here is delicious," Malik retorted. "Come on, my virgin-tongued friend, I have a lot of culinary experiences to get you through."

Altair cleared his throat and loosened his collar some. "Not sure I like the sound of that..."

"Pity. You're still going to have to live through it."

Altair picked up the menu but Malik took it from him. "Let me pick for you since you obviously have no taste when it comes to good food. How about something vegetarian?"

"You know I still like meat-"

"Oh I know", Malik grinned at him and Altair knew exactly what he was thinking about. He ignored it.

"So there really is no reason I can't have some meat."

At this Malik rose his eyebrows. "Oh but there is a reason: Me picking your food. Come on Altair I really just want you to have your first foodgasm." He actually tried to look innocent and cute and damn, it worked on Altair.

"Alright... what am I going to have then?"

"Hummus with mushrooms and tehini," Malik placed the menu down when the waitress came to their tables, placing their order.. "And hummus ful," he added before he forgot. The young woman nodded and scribbled everything down before taking their menus and leaving again. She returned shortly with their drinks. Malik had ordered tea. Mint tea. With a bit of lemon and cold. So basically it was iced mint tea and when Altair tasted it he thought he could get used to it. "It's good”, he nodded and watched how Malik leaned back in his chair with a satisfied smile. "Do you come here often?"

"Not so much-", Malik started but was interrupted.

"Hey there!" It was another waitress and she stopped by their table smiling down at Malik. "Malik, wow I haven't seen you in here for so long! We've started worrying where our favorite costumer went", she chuckled and brushed back some of her long hair.

Malik looked a bit... knocked off his balance and Altair simply grinned. "Well there was work and all-"

"Oh it seems not just work", and she winked at Altair who in return flushed again.

Malik nodded. "Yes and if you don't mind, Aveline, we're kind of in the middle of a conversation here..."

"Oh yes, sure! I'm sorry Malik. I leave you two alone, I'm just glad to see you again." She waved at them, still smiling and she reminded Altair of an anime character with how huge her smile was.

"So you don't come often here eh?" Altair chuckled. "That's fine Malik, I thought I've told you you don't have to hide around me?"

"Hardly. It took me so long to bring you here because I had to make sure you would not run away screaming when you see something delicious. I got you rid of that bottled beer habit, didn't I? Now I have to work on making you realize that a subway sandwich is not the best fast-served food," Malik noted as his leg started crawling up against Altair's under the table. "If you behave, maybe next time I will let you have some meat here," he smirked, toeing his shoe off and using his socked foot to rub up and down Altair's leg underneath the cloth-clad table.

Altair almost choke on his tea and it took all of his willpower to not cough everything up again and draw the attention of other people onto them. He already hated himself for reacting like this and he didn't want to give Malik the satisfaction of his touches getting to Altair. They did, oh yes they did but he didn't want it to show - too much pride. So, he swallowed it all down and tried to not squirm on his seat.

"You know beer can be delicious though I agree with you when it comes to American beer. I should buy you a Pilsner or Erdinger maybe? You know Germany is famous for their beer... and maybe you like it?", Altair pondered and he had to concentrate very, very hard on each word. Since Altair wasn't showing any reaction to Malik's invading foot the man really saw no point in stopping with what he did.

"That might be true but I bet they don't drink their beer out of bottles like monkeys with no manners? I tend to like Hoegaarden," Malik explained calmly, his toes flickering against Altair's crotch, climbing up and down in slow and rhythmical cycles.

"That's not a German beer though," Altair cleared his throat, straightening in his seat. "You... are probably right about the bottled beer though. Tastes like shit compared to the barrel one."

Malik's face split into a smile at that. "Remind me to take you drinking sometime soon," his fingers were drumming on the table and toes pressing against Altair's member. "I think we would both enjoy it quite a bit." Altair bit down on the inside of his cheek and his fingers curled so tightly around his glass their knuckles turned white. Malik would probably soon be able to tell he was growing. Fuck, how could he not? He was having a wonderful day with a handsome, intelligent and funny (Yes he said it. Funny. Malik could be funny if he wanted to) man. He was enjoying himself - he was enjoying Malik.

"There's- there's a place I know. Has- has all sorts of beer and... and... it's really good." Altair almost squealed the last part and he shifted his weight, legs falling further apart. Nobody was able to see what was going on... right? At least it's what Altair liked to believe.

Malik smirked at him. "Yes? What place? Maybe I've heard of it", Malik muttered and pressed his heel softly into Altair's crotch before his toes started brushing across it once more. Yes, he could feel him grow for sure. Altair tried to think but it was getting hard to remember. "I- I don't know anymore."

Malik chuckled at that. "Drink some of the tea, maybe it would help you remember," he offered in a teasing tone, his foot sloping to wander over the other man's inner thighs.

Altair did as he was told, taking a large gulp and letting it dwell in his mouth before swallowing. "I'll... have to get back to you on this one," his voice had a slightly pleading quality to it, as if he really wanted to beg Malik to go back to touching him where he needed it most. "But... I'd really, really like to go there with you..." he forced out, his own voice sounding somewhat incoherent to him.

"You do, don't you now?" Malik grinned at him and oh, he hated and loved that grin at the same time. "But if you don't remember I can't go with you...", Malik told him in a sad tone and picked at a crumble laying on the table. Altair somehow got the feeling that Malik's words also held another message. "It's- I think it's that place on 8th street..." He swallowed and shook his head. Malik wasn't touching him anymore - why was it so difficult to think? Oh that's right. Because he now wanted Malik to touch him again.

"Oh! It's O'reilly's! They serve a lot of Irish beer as well but really, they sells all sort of European beer." Malik cocked one eyebrow, his foot slowly traveling back.

"I might have heard about it," Malik looked thoughtful, his foot tapping rhythmically over Altair's inner thigh, close to his crotch but not quite touching... it virtually drove Altair mad. Malik was one gifted bastard when it came to driving Altair out of his mind. "We could go there this Friday," Malik's fingers were rubbing circles over a napkin while his eyes locked into Altair's own. "If you're free, we will go."

Altair couldn't do much more than to nod eagerly and press his arms tight against his body. "Malik...", he whispered eventually and he shifted his weight, trying to force Malik's foot onto his crotch. "Yes?" He looked at him curiously but did pull his foot away and his eyes narrowed a little at Altair. "Something you want Boy", he grinned but before Altair could open his mouth, they were interrupted again.

"Malik I forgot..." It was Aveline again. Altair flushed an interesting color of red.

"Well actually you forgot", she smiled and now -now!- Malik's foot pressed down on Altair's crotch. "You left your watch the last time." Altair looked at her and tried to keep himself from moaning.

"You took it off when you were reading the newspaper and you left it here... I just thought you might want it back?"

Malik glanced at Altair and smiled still, his toes rubbing up and down his length now. "Oh yes, that's very kind of you."

Aveline smiled. "It's no problem."

Altair grunted and slumped forward, his hands grabbing the table. Aveline looked worried. "Are you okay?"

Altair nodded, "Yes just a headache", he forced out and his leg twitched. Malik had increased the pressure.

"Thank you Aveline, I will make sure to repay you somehow", he smiled and with that she was dismissed. He turned back to Altair.

He could feel Malik's toes moving against the fabric of his pants in small waves and his eyes were boring at the dark green cloth with immense intensity- he was convinced that if he kept on staring long enough, the table cloth might catch on fire. Malik just increased his touch and Altair's eyes shot up to meet Malik's, a mix of anger and helplessness whirring inside his glare. Malik looked pleased, the damn bastard. If he would go on like this, Altair would hate to admit it but he might have to go and see if he could dry his underwear before making Malik buy him a new, clean pair as compensation.

Altair was just about to tell Malik to stop or he would soil his pants and he really wasn't eager to do so in public. It was one thing to turn him on, it was another to make him actual come. He just opened his mouth when their food arrived and he released a small sigh of relief. Surely Malik would stop now? If not, Altair wasn't sure how he should make it through their visit at Leonardo's.

Malik placed the two bowls of hummus in the center, a plate with freshly baked pitas and a small tray with pickled olives, cucumbers and onions standing between the two. "Try this one first," he ordered at Altair, pointing at the plate with mushrooms on it and tearing a piece of pita for the man. "Scoop it up with the pita and take a bite off one of these," he pointed at the pickles and falafel balls next.

Altair looked puzzled. "I thought Mediterranean food was supposed to be healthy," he protested, his brow wrinkling with dismay.

"It's better than McDonalds, that's for sure," Malik smirked, leaning back in his chair. His foot was slowly kneading Altair's crotch. Not intense enough to make him cum, but still keeping a constant fire to eventually build up his orgasm. "Well it does look delicious, I'm not denying that but that pita there will kill me if you're going to keep this up", Altair glared at Malik and his eyes went towards the table, then back up at the other man. "I'm going to choke on it."

Malik was busy to rip off a piece of pita and scooped some of the food onto it and took a bite. "Oh?", he grinned at Altair and swallowed. "Silly boy... as if I'd let you come here", he purred in a quiet voice, low enough for only them to hear and he took another bite, obviously enjoying himself as he kept a firm pressure on Altair's crotch. "If you want me to stop just tell me so", he shrugged with his shoulders. Altair's expression turned miserable for a fraction of a second before he managed to compose himself once more. Malik knew him too well to simply offer Altair to ask him to stop... He knew that it wouldn't happen... Not at this stage at least.

Altair breathed out a slow breath and attempted to concentrate on his food, his legs falling further apart. "Take a piece of that hard boiled egg and try it with the hummus," Malik instructed, taking a bite off his food. Altair looked back up at him and said nothing, suppressing another shudder. He reached for the egg though and tried it just as Malik had told him to do. It did taste good - and he could really start to like it though it tasted foreign and nothing like he'd ever had before. Just then, Malik changed the angle of his foot, his toes rubbing devilishly along his member. Altair moaned and slumped a bit forward, quickly getting his act back together.

"Is it that good?", Malik hummed while he picked up some food.

Altair decided to retort with a nasty glare before sipping some cold tea and swallowed a lump of food. "You're not going to let me enjoy my meal, are you?" he hissed from behind his glass, his eyes narrowing.

"On the contrary. It seems that I am giving you a very good time. I think there might have been a research telling that food tastes better when you are stimulated," Malik chuckled in a quiet voice. "So tell me Altair", he purred his name, "is it true?" He leaned a bit forward and narrowed his eyes at him, a slight smirk standing on his lips. Altair run his fingers along the glass and tried to concentrate more on the smooth texture of it than Malik's foot massaging his crotch. "You should ask me that when I have something I have eaten before so I can tell you the difference."

"So do you like honey?", Malik hummed and licked one of his fingers.

"Why? Yes I do." Altair blinked confused at him.

"Then we're going to try it next time I have you tied up", Malik whispered. "See if it tastes better with you kneeling to my feet and enjoying your new cockring."

Altair's face, if possible, had gone even darker. "You're going to...?" he panted and quietly cursed himself for hoping he would be conscious enough to give Malik a proper answer when he did that. His cock gave an involuntary twitch at the though. "Malik... I'm not going to last much longer now, you know," he hissed, taking another bite off his pita.

"Well you do look a little flushed my dear", Malik muttered and his expression betrayed nothing but Altair was sure he had felt his cock move underneath his foot. "Not that you're running a fever? Maybe you should go to the restroom and freshen up a bit?" His foot pressed a little firmer into Altair, and he gave him an obvious little nod. Altair's thoughts were whirling like a black vortex inside his head and he took his napkin to wipe it across his mouth. "Will I feel better when I go?", he pondered quietly just to make sure he understood Malik correctly. ]

Malik chuckled at that, nodding. "You can be sure. Take the last stall from the right, it has more room so you will find it more comfortable. Stay there until you're feeling better," he explained, finishing off his pita bit.

Altair nodded obediently. "I'll be going then," he announced, waiting for Malik's nod of approval before quickly making his way to the restrooms. He thought his heart was beating so fast that it would jump any second now out of his chest. He... well, he hoped nobody saw in what a condition he was in but he doubted it since he didn't wear those tight jeans Malik had gotten him the other day. God he'd never done something like this before and when he entered the restroom, he leaned against the door for a moment to take a deep breath. Shit... he really was going to do this, right? He was about to have some fun in a public restroom. The worst part? It turned him on more than he would have ever thought.
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