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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
- 36
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- 38
Altair pushed himself from the door and went into the stall Malik had told him to go in. He closed it behind him and as soon as it fell shut he popped the first buttons of his pants open to take some of the pressure off and there was already a damp stain in front of his boxers. Well Malik has done a good job so far. Altair leaned against the wall, his elbows pressing onto cold black tiles with oriental ornaments. He let out a shaky breath and squeezed his eyes shut as tight as he could.

Malik sure took his time. He finished all of the food he'd left on his plate first, waited a little, drank some of his iced tea and waited some more. He wasn't in a hurry after all and he hated to fuck with a full stomach. So he ordered a coffee, sipped on it for a little while before he stood with a sigh, strolling towards the restrooms.

Altair let out a frustrated groan when Malik finally knocked, asking if there was someone inside. He opened up right away, peeking from behind the door before letting Malik slip in. "You really took your time," he noted in a sour tone, glaring at Malik. He just smirked at Altair and locked the door behind him. He reached for the man's waist and pulled him flush against his body, pushing one leg in between Altair's. He felt dizzy, his eyes rolling back as his back hurt since Malik had pushed him up against the stall's wall. "One more of this bad behavior and I'm going to have my fun with you without letting you come", he hissed as he leaned forwards, pulling Altair's earlobe in between his teeth and nibbing on it. He suppressed a frustrated groan and pushed back onto Malik's leg as he turned his head while Malik's hand vanished between their bodies and stroke over Altair's chest, down his stomach until he reached his crotch, cupping him through his jeans. "Did you touch yourself?", Malik whispered into his ear as he noticed the open zipper. "Are you that eager?"

Altair shook his head. "Wouldn't be... Ah... So frustrated if I did..." he whispered in a breathy voice, leaning into Malik's body in a silent plea for more of that wonderful, wonderful friction.

"Good," Malik smirked, biting Altair's earlobe and milking a soft whine from the other man's part. Malik tightened his fist around Altair's member before he released him again and reached into his pants, going straight for his shaft and ignoring his boxers. "I wouldn't have thought to get you this excited", he smirked and squeezed Altair again, his thumb rolling over its tip. Altair shook his head, eyes closed and lips tightly pressed together to keep himself from moaning out loud - after all, there was just a door separating them from a restaurant full of people. Altair would have almost forgotten about it but now the realization came back full speed. "What- what did you expect would happen?", Altair muttered underneath a low groan, his hand gripping Malik's bicep but the man simply grabbed his wrist and pushed it against the wall next to his head.

"I don't know", Malik told him and bit into his neck, his hand slowly starting to stroke him. "I think I wouldn't have thought to actually going to fuck you in a restroom at my favorite coffee shop."

"Well it's unexpected for me as well," Altair gasped, the fingers of his hand flexing and relaxing slowly. "God Malik... Just do something," he pleaded in a whisper, his head hanging low. Malik smirked at that. "You know it's going to hurt like a bitch if I don't prepare you well," he reminded in an amused tone, nibbling on Altair's collar.

"Then prepare me", he hissed back at him as he slowly got towards the end of his patience. It was like as if Altair's world got smaller and smaller with each of Malik's words. It seemed all his world really was, was Malik, that restroom stall and that burning need in his lower abdomen. He started to forget about the people outside again, started to forget his own shame. Altair quickly pulled his hand from Malik's grip and reached down to palm the man as well. "Just fucking get to it", Altair muttered again, close to being desperate.

"You're so impatient", Malik teased him and he didn't stop Altair's hand - he sure as hell would pay for it later though for doing something like this. Malik withdrew his hand from the Altair's member and held his fingers to his mouth.

"Wet them boy", he whispered hoarsely while Altair opened his mouth obediently, sucking the fingers in and groaning as his tongue roamed over them both, coating them in a slick layer of saliva. This wouldn't work as half as good as it would if they had some lube but it was all they got at the moment. Malik took his time to lower the cover of the toilet seat. "Get on your knees," he instructed, yanking pants and boxers down Altair's legs while he sat down. Altair almost yelped at the sudden movement and yet, he couldn't do anything but moan, the feeling of Malik's fingers moving over his tongue almost enough to set him on fire. Altair's eyes lidded and he let go of the digits watching Malik with a look which could make people think he was high. "Yes sir", he whispered and hoped the answer sent a shiver of pleasure down the other man's spine.

"Well what are you waiting for? It's not going to suck itself," Malik shook his head, already leaning forward. Altair knew this was supposed to be a treat for him - Malik actually didn't let Altair suck him off all too often. It was the same with seeing Malik naked: other than that one time where he'd bathed sick Malik, he'd hardly ever seen him naked - it probably was a power game. While Altair was most of the times with not clothes at all when they had sex, Malik sometimes didn't even take off his jacket. Right now though Altair must have done something good as he heard Malik's groans coming from above him. He curled his tongue around the tip of his shaft while his own hand reached into his pants to slowly stroke himself. Damn it... he thought he'd never been so horny for the other man.

"Go on Boy, harder," Malik instructed in a quiet but clipped tone, his lips pressing into a firm line to help keep the noises in. Altair's fingers pulled tightly against his own member and fuck... he really wanted Malik to do this to him.

"That's it", Malik whispered and yet again, he let it slip Altair was touching himself. Malik wiggled two fingers deeper inside, a third pushing up against it. Altair groaned, his torso slumping forward and cheek pressing against Malik's hip. He did his best to relax his behind, trying to take his mind off the alien feeling of penetration by cupping and squeezing himself. After a few minutes, Malik's third finger finally squeezed in, pushing past the muscles and joining the other two. No matter how often they were doing this, the first few seconds of feeling something inside of himself would always be overwhelming. It was the knowing of Malik doing this to him - Altair doubted he'd ever be able to do this with another man but Malik. Honestly, he hardly felt attracted to other men. Malik though... Malik was breathtaking and Altair wouldn't let this do him to him if he wouldn't feel safe or taken care of. Even when Malik was rough; maybe especially when he was rough.

Spittle was running down his chin as he sucked on Malik's member, one hand coming up to curl his fingers around it and to stroke him. He was already pretty numb with hot glowing desire since Malik had worked him up earlier. Maybe it was also the fault of their visit to the sex shop. Malik often, probably always, was radiating pure simple sexuality and it made Altair burn for him. He let go of his member and looked up at the other man with dark eyes. "Malik", he whispered, groaning when he twisted his fingers inside of him. Malik cocked a brow at him, his fingers curling deeper still as he watched the man pressed against his pelvis, probably realizing how shameful it must seem for him to do it, and at the same time adoring that feeling. Altair bit his lip as Malik fanned the fingers inside him, gulping down a moan of mixed pain and pleasure.

"If you want this you have to ask for it", Malik purred. "Do it properly," he demanded in a quiet tone that left little room for doubt.

"Please... Just... Fuck me, Malik," Altair swallowed his thick saliva, his eyes turning hopeful. "Please, sir?" It still felt awkward at times to beg Malik though once Altair found the start, it helped him to ease into his role just as it did now. Once the words slipped over his tongue he felt more calm - it was strange.

"That's a good boy", Malik hummed softly and he run his fingers through Altair's hair in an almost loving gesture. He pulled his hand from Altair and it made it made whimper with the sudden loss of the feeling of having something inside of him. "There's a condom in my pocket. Take it out and put it on on me", he ordered sternly. "Yes sir," Altair mumbled, hand already reaching for it, finding two packages inside. He looked up at him, confused. "The other one is for you to put on yourself. It's very disrespectful to soil the walls of a bathroom stall in one of my favorite dining places," Malik smirked, looking amused at the other man's puzzled expression.

He quickly tore the silver-colored packet open and placed the condom between his lips, pressing them against the tip of Malik's member and rolling the latex cover down by pushing the erect manhood inside his mouth, all the while looking up in hope of witnessing a sign of approval from Malik. He honestly hadn't thought for it to work - he'd practiced at home, with a banana but it never quite worked at the first try. Malik purred softly, one eyebrow cocked and yes, he was impressed and Altair felt all the more better now.

"Get up and bend over Boy", he hissed and curled his fingers around Altair's throat. Altair swallowed thickly, nodding and biting his own lip. "Don't do too much noise," he smirked. "Or people might call the security." Altair nodded almost weakly, his legs trembling.

"Yes Sir", he whispered softly, closing his eyes as he pushed his behind further up to give the man a better access.

Malik nodded, a smile swinging in his voice, "I trust you can behave Boy." His hand run along Altair's back and the touch soothed him as it was somewhat gentle. "I won't disappoint you, Sir," Altair answered in a shaky voice, swallowing his saliva. His whole body felt as if it was built from salt and sand, ready to crumble. Malik hummed at Altair's remark, smiling. "Good Boy," he noted, rubbing Altair's sides some before using one hand to hold his member firm as he began pushing inside. Altair was tensing and he knew there was really no need for being afraid as when it came to penetration, Malik was rather gentle though he would never admit to it and liked to bark orders at him or praise him, just anything to not let his soft side show. He took deep, calming breaths and Malik kept running his fingers along his body, rubbing small circles into his sides before he grabbed him hard by the waist.

"Are you nervous?", he whispered and one of his hands snaked around his chest, his thumb rubbing over one nipple which instantly hardened and pushed up against the fabric of his shirt. "Yes", Altair muttered and Malik pinched his nipple, earning a low hiss from Altair. "Yes Sir", he quickly corrected himself and bit his lips as Malik's member pushed deeper in so the tip was inside. The smell of latex filled his nose. “Why is that?”, Malik muttered.

"Because it hurts", he whispered and Malik returned to rub his nipple and pleasure rippled through Altair's body. Malik breathed out slowly. "The pain passes Boy, you know it already," he made known, circling his index finger around the man's nipple. Altair nodded frantically. "Yes Sir..." he gasped, his back arching and forehead pressing hard into his arms.

. "You've been through worse pain haven't you? I don't remember you making such a fuss when it comes to that", and to prove his point slapped Altair's behind. Altair yelped, not because it hurt that much but because it caught him by surprise and Malik slapped him again. "I said do keep your voice down", and Altair just knew Malik was grinning. Altair hunched his shoulders and tightened his jaw. That bastard... He was having too much fun watching Altair squirm.

Malik run his finger behind Altair's ear before he grabbed his hair tightly and slowly moved back and then pushed in, all very slowly. "Are you ready for me Boy", he whispered in a hoarse voice.

Altair shuddered, loving how Malik sounded and how he wasn't able to move because otherwise the pull on his hair got too painful. "Yes Sir, please Sir", he whispered and run his tongue over his lips.He panted softly as his body started to give in, hips quivering and his fingers drew tight underneath his forehead, turning into a fist. Yes he wanted this. If he'd doubts before now they were gone as Malik was giving him so much pleasure. "Yes", he whispered and groaned, starting to wiggle. "Ngh...!"

Malik's fingers curled in Altair's hair, squeezing tightly. "If you make one sound I will see to lecture you later", he grinned, voice breathless as a single drop of sweat run down his brow. Altair muttered a hasty 'yessir' and swallowed his saliva, biting his hand once more. He rose on his toes, lifting his backside up with a grunt. Malik's thrusts have turned rougher, making Altair cry feverishly into his hand and his body thrash in an attempt to contain himself. "Please... Please... Faster," Altair begged in a choked whisper, quickly biting his skin once more before a low moan could escape.

"You want me to go faster?", Malik rasped. "Too bad I make the decisions here", he huffed and almost stopped completely with his thrusts but kept himself buried to the hilt in Altair, his hips circling slowly. "Ngh, no...", Altair whimpered, Malik's dick just a hair away from his prostate, teasing him. "Please... just..."

"If you want me to seriously consider your request, better ask real good," Malik leaned down and hissed into Altair's ear, biting his shoulder for good measure. "Please... Sir... fuck me hard," Altair wheezed out, careful not to let his voice rise. After the last time when Malik noted him how he was being loud, the words were still ringing in his head in warning.

"Such a well behaved Boy you are... why aren't you always?", Malik grinned into his skin and then, with no warning at all started pounding back into Altair, harder and faster than before.

"Thank you Sir", he panted and bit his lip hard to keep the noise inside. His fingers around his member hardened and he started stroking him fast.

"So you are capable of learning it seems... All it needs is to fuck you in your ass for you to remember your manners?", Malik pondered and it surprised him how Malik was able to still talk.

Altair whimpered and simply nod, legs shaking as he bit into his hand. "Yes, please... Sir... ngh, yes li-like that... there, there..!" He mumbled nonsense but it was hard not to with all those wonderful things Malik did to him.

Malik pushed himself further up against Altair's body, kicking his legs roughly further apart so he had to bent some more. He run his hand over one round glove, kneading it, pinching it. He gritted his teeth to not make a sound and he managed, unlike Altair who started grunting by now but not Malik - Malik, that smooth bastard, kept himself in perfect control.

Altair was edging close to orgasm now, his abdomen feeling numb and dick swollen and stiff.

Malik drew a deep breath in, tightening his hold around Altair's body as he sensed the man tensing underneath him. By now he had learned quite a few of Altair's habits, like rubbing his nose when he was anxious, or tensing up right before orgasm.

"You want me to let you come Boy?", Malik breathed and while he could control his body quite well, his voice did betray the state he was in - he wasn't as close as Altair yet, but he was definitely enjoying himself, especially enjoying watching Altair losing all of his control.

"Please", he begged in a soft whisper, hearing how people were chatting outside, laughing, eating, having fun with their friends while he was bend over in a toilet stall, getting his brain fucked out. Malik shoved Altair's hand away from his erect prick. "Very well then, though you could have asked in a nicer way," he rasped into Altair's ear. "You're going to pay later... For all the times you touched yourself without my permission... This... is unacceptable, Boy," his voice turned into a hiss as he began stroking him rough and hard.

Malik smirked and his second hand came up, fingers finding their way over Altair's chin before he shoved two of them into his mouth, the man's lips closing around them, sucking them and using them as a made-shift gag in order to keep himself quiet. He was so close it was almost frustrating, so close to coming and get his mind blown. Altair's muscles began to clamp around Malik's cock in succession, his legs shaking violently. He sucked hard on the fingers, killing his moans and pleas against them and pushing his body back against the other man's pelvis.

Altair's whole frame was shaking as he came with a choked cry, his entire body going rigid. His eyes were wide, head thrown back and lips parting widely, letting go of Malik's fingers while he gasped silently. Malik acted quickly, not giving Altair a break at all as he grabbed his arms by his elbows and pulled them behind him forcing him to bend his back and go lower in his knees. He himself had to bent a little as well as he continued pounding into him, holding him by his arms and groaning softly.

He thought he felt dizzy, eyes rolling back and head lolling aside, heart beating fast. He was still shaking from head to toe, his cock twitching underneath him and shooting its load, wave after wave collapsing over his body, drowning him.

Malik was not too far himself, but his orgasm still needed to be built some before he could climax. "Don't you have something to say?", Malik muttered out of breath.

Altair nodded, panting still and gaping his lips as he attempted to get the words out. "Th... Th...ah.. Thank... Thank you... Sir," he rasped, his voice weak and pitiful as he attempted to lean back into Malik for at least some comfort.

"Good Boy, don't forget it next time," Malik hissed, changing the angle a bit and gulping a deep breath in. Slowly but surely, his peak was building. Altair tried to shift his weight to lean further back and into Malik but no chance, the man kept holding his wrists in such an angle it was almost impossible for him to move at all - what an effective way to keep him right where Malik wanted him to be. He was starting to get aware of the soggy condom clinging onto his softening manhood, slowly coming off his high. The need to have Malik's comfort was beginning to overcome him as well, yanking at him to turn around and hug Malik as tight as he could the moment the man pulled out of him.

"Sir," Altair whispered, biting his own lip. His backside was beginning to hurt in a way he didn't find very pleasurable, and his body felt worn out.

"What is it?" Malik growled next to Altair's ear, his voice sounding gruff and tense.

"May I... Ah... Please... Help with my mouth," Altair murmured, lolling his head sideways to press against Malik's prickly cheek. Malik's movements slowed down as he thought, his fingertips brushing over Altair's adam's apple. "Why?", he whispered close to his ear again, smirking widely as his thrusts had almost completely stopped - but only almost. He moved slow, yes, but slammed back in hard. "Can't take it anymore?", he grinned. Altair took a deep, shaky breath in.

"It's uncomfortable, sir," he made known in a weak voice, his body going rigid each time Malik thrust back into him.

"Then you either ask me to stop or you don't, but don't ask to suck me off because you want to avoid getting fucked", Malik hissed and made his point by thrusting back into him.

Altair tensed and flinched with every of Malik's motions, the muscles in his stomach going so tense it started to really hurt. "No, no", he whispered quickly, "I didn't mean- no." He licked over his lips and he started to get sore and fuck, thinking was hard like that. "Please... it's-" Altair wasn't getting anywhere, eyes squeezed shut and Malik sighed and it sounded disappointed, maybe. He pulled out of Altair and wrapped his fingers around his shoulders, turning him around.

"You better do a good job."

"Yes sir," Altair promised hastily, nodding. He almost instantly dropped to his knees, peeling the condom off and slipping it into the trash can together with his own before wetting his lips and looking up at the older man, pressing his lips against the swollen member. "Come on Boy, you already got my approval for that," Malik growled and narrowed his eyes at Altair, making him flinch and instantly take the head inside his mouth.

Malik pushed with his hand against the wall, his legs spreading a little and head rolling back with a silent sigh standing on his lips. He placed one hand on Altair's head, fingers running through his hair, tips moving soothingly over his scalp as he felt his balls pull tight against his body. "That's it...", he said and looked back down at Altair, grinning a lop-sided grin at him. "You should use your mouth more often like this and less for back mouthing at me", he chuckled darkly. "Could save you some trouble... maybe you're ass would be a little less red if I didn't have to spank it so often for you being naughty." He curled his fingers on top of Altair's head, then rubbed lovingly over that same spot to soothe the abused scalp.

Altair blinked slowly while running his tongue up and down Malik's shaft before his head started bobbing again. He felt Malik getting closer, and it made his chest fill with pride. Malik huffed and grunted under his breath, his fingers now turning shaky. "Swallow it," he hissed through grit teeth while his fingers wandered over to caress Altair's ear and jaw. One single moan rolled over Malik's lips, cock jumping as his orgasm started. His balls drew tight against his body, his cock twitching inside Altair's hands. The ejaculation was not late to come, filling Altair's mouth with hot, thick liquid. Altair breathed out through his nose, lapping at the tip of Malik's member while his hand massaged the shaft and base. After a few seconds, the sperm became hard to swallow, sticking to little caverns inside Altair's mouth and glazing his throat. He winced as he forced himself to swallow it all down. After all, he was a good Boy, wasn't he?

"Stop it", Malik told him after a while as he'd gotten too sensitive to be kept on touching. "Enough", he whispered and run his fingers through his hair so it didn't look all too tousled. "Clean yourself, you look and reek of sex", he told Altair and the younger man whispered a breathy "Yes sir", and realized he needed to hear Malik's praise so badly after he'd been so rough with him, after he'd grabbed his hair and fucked him while Altair had been able to hear the people outside chatting. He cleaned up the last bits of semen from Malik's organ before standing up and looking down at himself. There was no mirror inside the stall, or water that did not come from a toilet. He took some toilet paper from the roll, wiping his limp manhood and stretched hole, once done, he turned to look at Malik watching him.

He hadn't praised him yet and he kept waiting.

"I... May I help you dry it..? Sir?" Altair attempted feebly, hope lacing his voice. He needed Malik's affection more than anything, had always been a sucker for Malik's aftercare and right now, after he'd let himself fall completely he needed it the most, especially when his heart was still beating with the thrill of having sex somewhere public.

"No need," Malik sighed then, pulling his boxers and pants back on. Once done he turned to leave.

"Don't go.." Altair called out, quickly throwing the piece of paper he used to clean himself with inside the trash can and turning to face Malik. "I..." he groaned then, pressing his hand to his forehead. No chance Malik was going to do that if he simply demanded it from the man- he should know better. "Please, sir, don't leave," he corrected himself, standing in front of Malik with his pants down around his knees and his mouth twitching. Only then did it dawn on him how he was abandoning his pride for the sake of a loving gesture from Malik.

The older man shook his head, making his way to Altair and kissing his forehead, lips lingering against sweaty skin and he didn't want Malik to leave, no. "I have to go. Wait here for a few minutes, you're a big Boy, I'm sure you can handle it," he murmured, lips still pressed against Altair's forehead. He hoped for Malik to make it up for him in the car and he got the felling Malik didn't fancy the idea of leaving Altair alone like that either, but the sooner he left the better – they both did not want the staff, Aveline to be exact, to get suspicious.

Malik left the restroom and once the door fell shut behind him Altair slumped down onto the toilet seat. He wanted Malik to hold him - and he didn't know if that was a weird thing to want or not to. It wasn't like he had friends he could ask or turn to for their advice. All he knew though was that it'd felt oh so very wonderful to feel Malik's lips on his skin, to have him so close and almost gentle speaking. He wanted more of it, would always and forever want more. God he'd grown fond of Malik... hadn't he? Altair rubbed his face and waited, feeling lonely and cold.

When Malik returned, their food was cold and their iced tea warm. He sat back at the table with a sigh as Aveline came back to him. "Everything alright there Malik? You've two been awfully long gone..." She looked at him concerned.

Malik sighed again. He didn't like leaving Altair behind like that but then again he hadn't thought for his Boy to hit subdrop so hard. He would have rather stayed to make sure he was going to be alright. "My friend... seems like he's allergic to something in your food and I checked on him. Maybe you could bring us a glass of water? He really doesn't feel well."

Aveline nodded. "Yes of course", and she was off.

It took him a while but Altair was eventually able to get up and get dressed. He stepped outside, doing his best to not show his discomfort in his walk or how broody he was. Malik could be an asshole sometimes, Altair knew, but right now, he felt left behind. It stung more than he expected it to, or was willing to admit. He quietly washed his face, wiped it, and went back to the table, sitting down and looking at the food solemnly.

"We're going", Malik said as soon as Altair sat down and just when Aveline was coming back with Altair's water. She looked confused when Malik rose while Altair only slowly lifted his head. Malik fished in his pocket and put a few bills on the table. "Keep the change", he told her and when Altair didn't made a move he looked directly at him. "Altair. We are going. Now." Altair reluctantly got up, following Malik outside.

He was almost apathetic, breathing slowly and taking heavy steps behind the man. They were soon standing next to the car. "Backseat," Malik ordered in a quiet and firm tone, unlocking the car and waiting for Altair to enter the backseat before climbing in himself from the other side. "Come here," he sighed, his shoulders relaxing now that they were alone.

Malik hooked his arm around Altair's shoulder, pulling him against his chest and sighing. "Are you mad because I left you alone in the bathroom?" Altair was about to break just then and there and his limbs felt heavy as he slumped into Malik's arms. "No", he told him eventually, voice thin. "I've felt alone.... left behind." He swallowed heavily. It felt nice to be held like this, to hear Malik's heart beating, to feel his breath and smell his scent. It made him all the more vulnerable.

"I didn't want to be alone, I asked you not to leave and you- you knew- you- you saw and still-"

"Hey", Malik made a small soothing sound. "Calm down Altair. I'm not going anywhere, I'm right here now." He closed his arms around his shaking frame. "I didn't think you'd be like this", he admitted eventually. "I didn't think you would drop so hard. But you do understand why I had to go... don't you?”

"You could have stayed a little while," Altair growled, swallowing past the hurt in his throat.

"No, Altair. I couldn't. If I would have stayed any longer than I did, I would have spent too much time there. I would have..." he sighed, rubbing his face with his palm. "I would have not been able to let you go so easily," the words earned him a soft sigh from Altair. "I'm here now. I'm not going anywhere," Malik whispered, rubbing Altair's back soothingly.

"I don't know why I feel like this", Altair huffed. "You don't care about people and what they think about you usually", he said, "why did you care now and didn't stay?"

His blows kept right coming didn't they? Maybe Altair wasn't just only hurt but also very angry for being left behind especially... especially since he knew that feel all too well. It'd had happen before.

Malik followed Altair's spine with his fingers, then rubbed them across his side and along the soft flesh underneath his ribs. "No you're right butyou care about what other people think of you and I could have stayed longer if I wanted you to crawl back to your seat in shame, tearing yourself apart by your own paranoia that everybody in that restaurant knew you've just been fucked like the Boy you are." Malik's voice rose just a little towards the end. "Altair you do know it's not my will to hurt you – not like this."

Altair winced at Malik's statement, his shoulders tensing. "It just... Felt really bad to be left alone like that," he concluded eventually, his voice sounding raw.

Malik sighed, hfingers traveled up and down Altair's back, drawing incoherent patterns with his fingers. "Relax... It's water under the bridge Altair. I'm here with you now, and no, I'm not going away," Malik explained, letting his own body relax - finally.

Altair took a deep breath in, deciding to follow the man's words and ease against the warmth and security Malik's embrace radiated.

"You still have your flaws and need some correction but all in all you did good", Malik hummed and leaned close, kissing Altair on his head. "I'm still proud of you. I'm always proud of you as I know you always try your best... isn't that right?"

Altair was silent for a very long moment, taking deep breaths and relaxing further against Malik's body. He felt a little drained and exhausted as if he'd been on a bad drug trip - it was awesome as long as he was high but now he was crashing hard. "I always wanna do my best", he muttered and sounded very small, almost fragile. "I just can't take- can't take it being left alone afterwards."

"I know", Malik soothed him. "Haven't I always taken good care of you afterwards?" He took a deep breath next, "I'm sorry Altair."

Altair wet his lips, finally looking up at Malik. He looked like a drowned rat, to say the least- his hair was matted and tousled and he didn't say a word, just stared at him for the longest moment before leaning forward and kissing him, his fingers curling weakly against each side of Malik's neck.

He allowed Altair to kiss him, of course he did and maybe he craved the contact as much as the other man did. For Altair, Malik's lips felt like the sanctuary he needed so much, falling into the kiss hard and fast, forgetting everything around him completely. Malik pushed Altair closer against his body, caressing the back of his scalp with one hand and supporting the man's body with the other.

Altair released a soft sound into the kiss. Finally... He finally was starting to get the grasp of the ground under his feet back. Altair felt slowly more alive, the world's colors and sounds returning to him and the ugly feeling of being left alone slowly vanishing. He curled further into Malik, seeking his warmth and touch like a flower sought the rain in summer.

Eventually Malik withdrew, his breath uneven and lips slightly reddened from their kiss. He leaned into Altair again, kissing the corner o his mouth and rubbing his thumb along his bottom lip. "Do you feel better now Dove?"

Altair was quiet for the longest time before slowly nodding, his eyes rising up to look at Malik with a new shine. The name sounded so soft coming from Malik's lips. He was grinning silly in no time. "Yeah... Lot better," he whispered, sloping down to rest on the man's body. "So, so much better..." he felt like he could melt right there. Being called like that... It stroke a warm spot. It made him feel loved more than anything, that he was not just someone to spend some good time with.

"Do you know why I called you that?", Malik chuckled and let Altair rest on his lap. "Do you know what it means?" Altair nodded slowly. He didn't exactly knew what it stood for but he thought it wasn't that much of importance. The most important thing was how it made him feel and he wanted to keep that. "Do you really now? I'm not just calling you a pretty name, Altair," Malik insisted, his fingers stroking through the man's hair.

Altair shook his head eventually. "Well... no”, he admitted then.

"Dove comes from biblical Hebrew, it was used to describe the one you favor most," Malik explained, kissing Altair's forehead. "The one you choose over all others to be with you," he added, lifting Altair's head so the man would look up at him. "I am not easy at letting people past certain closeness, you should know it best," he paused then, wetting his lips. "But you have gained enough of my trust for me to allow you closer, Altair. Abuse that and see how I will not hesitate to close all the doors that were once freely open in front of you."

Altair swallowed thickly. He just wondered how Malik could change so fast between being incredible sweet and caring and the next he was dominating again, at least to some degree. It felt good, incredible good. "I would never abuse it", he whispered breathless and leaned in again to kiss Malik once more. Malik met Altair's kiss halfway through and holding him tight and secure against his body. Malik might be a sadist, but he was by no means malicious. Certain displays of suffering made him cringe.

When Altair came up for air he sighed and blinked his eyes open and looked high again. "I think I'm... good. Better. I'm better again."

"Good, I'm glad," Malik smiled at that, supporting Altair's head with his palm. "Let's go get some take away coffee, we're going to Leonardo's later, might as well be brimming with energy to match his pace while we're there," he smirked, scratching Altair's nape.

Altair smiled. "Yes sir," he murmured, slipping his eyes shut.

"Relish your moment of peace Boy", Malik chuckled while his voice was soft, lips brushing over Altair's ear as he spoke into it. "You know you hardly ate any of that delicious food... are you still hungry?", he murmured and Altair would have almost laughed because it seemed so out of place for Malik to ask him such a question. "No I'm good... some coffee is all I need", he smiled, “I feel quite spent”, he muttered but lifted his head to look at Malik. "We can go."
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