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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
- 42
- 43
- 44
A/N: Two more chapters to go.

Malik was the first to wake up comes morning, quietly slipping from the bed and getting a pair of fresh boxers before moving on to his daily morning routine of teeth brushing (Malik's personal favorite- getting rid of the sleep breath). washing his face, shaving his stubble off.

Once Malik was done in the bathroom he made his way back to his bedroom. Altair was still sleeping, buried underneath the covers with only the mess of his hair sticking out and it made Malik smile. He tried to be quiet when he took his clothes to wear for the day. One gray button-up shirt with a dark red tie and a matching waist-coat plus matching pants. He didn't put on the tie yet or the waist-coat. That'll come later but for now it was good enough and he went back into the kitchen after closing the door silently behind him and started making coffee. Coffee was very important. Once the machine was running he took out a frying pan and started working on scrambled eggs and toast. Kadar was probably still sleeping. If Malik remembered correctly the little shit didn't have classes today.

Smell of breakfast cooking soon filled Malik's nostrils, making his stomach rumbling demandingly, requiring some fried eggs.

Once done, he removed them to two plates and threw two pieces of bread in the toaster before he made his way to the bedroom and sat on the bed next to Altair and watched him just a little longer, then his hand reached for his shoulder. "Altair", Malik said softly. No reaction. He shook him gently. "Altair", he said again and at this the man's head emerged from the covers. Altair was laying on his stomach, one arm shoved underneath the pillow. He blinked his tired eyes open and made a small grunt. "Huh?"

"Wake up Sleeping Beauty."

Altair rubbed one eye, head falling back onto the mattress and he sighed deeply. He turned around, stretching with the sheets riding low his hips, revealing the trail of hair leading down his sex. With half-opened eyes he reached down, adjusting his half hard member. "Whut...?" He looked up at Malik. "Food", he muttered when he smelled it though it might as well have been a question. He was still so damn sleepy and his ass felt funny.

Malik smirked and reached down to cup the man's member through the sheets. "Go wash your face," he ordered in a quiet voice while watching Altair with a smile.

Altair moaned at the sudden attention to his member and jerked from his place. "Okay", he panted, rubbing both his eyes now and watching his member covered by Malik's warm hand. "Okay", he repeated, propping himself up on both elbows.

Last night's memories slowly came back to him, making his cheeks paint deep red and lips stretch into a face-splitting grin. Malik looked at him with a smile and maybe Altair was still too sleepy but he thought it looked sort of... evil. Sadistic maybe. Malik's hand hadn't moved an inch and Altair let his own hand travel down his body and underneath the sheets, feeling for the plug. When his fingers brushed over the smooth plastic he smiled. "That's probably the reason why I feel so horny", he muttered, voice still thick with sleep and his words sluggish.

Malik squeezed him, cupping his balls. "Maybe", he grinned at him, "Or maybe you're just horny in general. I wouldn't blame you for it boy. Now, go wash your face", he told him again, squeezing Altair once more.

Altair rolled his head sideways and stretched his back before sitting up. "You made breakfast?" he hummed in realization before grinning. Altair's head was up. Malik making food was not a rare occasion, really, but it was not a very common one, either, and seeing he did something as considerate as making breakfast for both of them... Well, it made his chest warm up a tad.

"Face. Now", Malik smirked at him and slapped Altair's thigh lightly, watching how the skin bounced and Altair as well as it made the plug inside of him moving up a bit.

"Not helping here", he muttered at Malik with a small pout and watched how he sat back, putting one leg over the other with a satisfied smile. "Oh but I'm not trying to", he told Altair with a waving motion of his hand. "If I were you I'd hurry up or else you have to eat by yourself", he teased Altair.

Altair's pout quickly evolved into a full-blown scowl as he made his way into the hall, naked still.

He eyed Kadar's door for a second... silence. He just hoped he wouldn't get out but then again, he'd seen him kneeling and gagged and all. Okay, Altair didn't want Kadar to see him naked but he doubted the boy would come out at 6 in the morning.

When he was in the bathroom, he turned in front of the mirror. Yep, the evidence of Malik's whipping was still there. Especially the prints of the belt were still showing on his skin and Altair thought it was beautiful as pride let his chest swell. He smiled to himself, washing his face and splashed some of the water onto his chest as well, quickly cleaning himself before he would take a shower later. He smoothed down some of his hair so it didn't look like as if he just rolled out of bed.

Altair's eye traveled lower and he cupped himself. His member was almost erect thanks to the plug. With every movement the tip of it brushed over his prostate and he closed his eyes for a few seconds, remembering the last day and night while he gave himself two or four quick strokes, sighing before he returned to the older man. He closed the door and kept standing in front of Malik, "Clean enough for you?", he smirked at him.

"We'll have to see. Show me your hands," Malik smirked and took both Altair's hands for examination. "You could do better. You will clean under your nails next time," he instructed before standing up. "I made us eggs and toast," he grinned and opened the door for Altair. ]

"I have to dress first-"

"Don't be silly now", Malik just told him as he made his way out of the door. "Kadar's in a coma right now", he told him, knowing exactly what Altair was thinking about just now.

Altair rubbed the back of his head, still standing there and Malik sighed, walking back and leaning in the door. "I'm waiting", he said, arms crossed in front of his chest with a grin on his face.

He felt the heat rising to his cheeks, a tingling sensation building in his lower stomach. Altair sighed, "Fine but only because it's you asking me", he told Malik with a wink, making his way towards the door where Malik was still standing.

Malik smirked. "Good boy," he purred, pulling Altair close by the back of his head and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

As soon as both were in the kitchen, Malik quickly took out the two pieces of toasted bread, placing one on each plate and taking a box of cream cheese and a carton of orange juice from the fridge. He also went for the pot of coffee since it was done and placed a cup in front of Altair, another on his place. "I wonder how sitting is going to be for you", he grinned up at Altair, gesturing to the chair for Altair to take.

Altair cocked an eyebrow, "You have too much fun this morning."

"And you've forgotten your manners this morning", Malik told him though his voice didn't sound angry at all, he rather sounded happy. He slowly sat down and gritted his teeth, his back going straight. Oh that was- that was... He couldn't decide if he liked it or not. It felt good, yes. It also made the heat rise further across his cheeks. Malik poured him a glass of orange juice. "How did you sleep boy?", he asked.

Good," Altair decided, pressing the cup to his lips and taking a small sip. "...And how did you sleep?" he asked a moment later, looking at Malik.

"Wonderful", Malik told him and he looked at Altair for a very long moment. He looked so long at him Altair grew a bit... well not uncomfortable, but confused until Malik lowered his eyes.

"How about I pick you up at work tonight", Malik hummed and took a sip of his coffee next. "When do you get off?"

Altair almost chocked on his piece of egg, trying to swallow it down with some orange juice. "Uhm, five?"

Malik chuckled. "Yes five... and the correct answer would also be 'I get off when you tell me to'", Malik grinned. "I might be a bit late though, I will let you know when I am to pick you up", he explained and stabbed his fork into a piece of egg.

"Okay..." Altair picked at his own food. "I'll come downstairs then", he told him quickly and Malik looked up at him, chewing then smiling.

"Why don't you let me decide that, mh? I'll come up and get you", he declared and it sounded as if there was no room for any discussion.

"You won't embarrass me right?"

Malik looked hurt for a second. "Who do you think I am?"]

"Last time you came there Rauf started thinking I'm some kind of sex slave," Altair sighed.

"He'll come to terms with it eventually. It's not as if we are doing something wrong," Malik shook his head before leaning forward and squeezing Altair's hand in a gesture of support. "I very much hope you are not doubting yourself because of that, Altair."

"No, I'm not doubting myself it's just sometimes..." Altair trailed off and took a bite of his toast. "I just don't feel all too comfortable about people knowing. I mean with certain people, yes and I guess if I would ever go back to the 3:88 I would wear your collar with pride and I wouldn't mind for a leash to go with it... But I don't like for the whole world to know. With Rauf it's different. He's just freaked out, but he's a good guy after all." Altair looked back up at Malik. "Does this sound weird?"

Malik shook his head. "No, not at all." He didn't let it show though how much he liked to hear Altair using the words 'collar' 'wearing' and 'pride' within one sentence. He stroke with his thumb over his wrist and pulled his hand away. "It makes perfectly sense", he smiled at him, then went back to his breakfast. He picked up his coffee and held it with both hands. "How's that plug doing by the way?"

"I don't really feel it most of the time, only when I move," Altair admitted, hiding his face behind the rim of his coffee mug.

"So it's comfortable?", Malik hummed and ate the last of his toast, watching Altair with dark eyes and heshrugged his shoulders. "Yeah I'd say so."

"Good", Malik nodded and leaned back in his chair, patting his leg. "Come here please..."

Altair eyed him for a few long seconds but didn't move. "I won't repeat myself Boy", Malik warned him and he slowly stood, making his way over to Malik and sat down on his lap. Malik wrapped one arm around Altair's waist and stroke his thigh, looking up at his sub. "Then we're going to let it inside of you the whole day, mh? I'm going to write you some texts during the day and ask you how it goes and I want you to answer them whenever you get the chance. What do you say?", he purred softly and rubbed slow circles into Altair's thigh and grabbed his chin gently, pulling Altair down so he could kiss him. "Too bad you're working at an office - you said you feel it whenever you move, mh? Maybe you should offer Rauf to get his coffee today."

Altair's cheeks reddened instantly. "But it would show..."

Malik laughed at that. "Well then, do your best to hide it Boy. Think of unattractive things," he smirked, kissing Altair's cheek.

"I can't do that", Altair whispered a little breathless. His legs grew warm and he felt his heart skipping a beat, his palm starting to get wet with sweat.

"Mmmh, well then you better don't wear those tight jeans. And a long shirt maybe. Something you could hide it with", Malik grinned and slipped his fingers in between Altair's thighs, just an inch away from his cock.

Altair's head roll back and he swallowed heavily, adam's apple bobbing and a delightful little shiver run up his spine. Malik's hand plus the toy certainly did the trick. "So I'm not allowed to jerk off at work?", he pondered just to make sure. Not like as if he would actually jerk himself off in the restroom but - well. The thought was tempting.

"No. Did you already forget? You get off when I tell you to", Malik grinned and let Altair's sac roll through his fingers, his muscles twitching. Altair squirmed on top of him, his cheeks darkening further still. "I'll... do we have time to drive to my place get some clothes?" he pondered quietly, swallowing and trying to focus on something different than Malik's searching fingers.

"If we hurry up we just might, why?" Malik chuckled. "Aren't yesterday's pants comfortable enough?"

"They're tight", Altair huffed and while he usually didn't like wearing wide pants he didn't wear tight ones usually. Well - they weren't that tight he supposed, but Malik told him he liked how his ass looked in them.

"So?", Malik purred. "I should take you out shopping again. You really need to get a suit and stop wearing something which makes you look like coming straight from the street-"

"I do not!", Altair huffed.

"I saw you wearing the Converse the other day and they look like they're about to fall apart..."

"They're comfortable."

"They're disgusting", Malik purred again and closed his fingers around Altair's member, giving it two quick strong strokes and Altair gasped and Malik grinned satisfied. "If you want to get another pair of pants you better get ready", he chuckled and added another stroke.

Altair bit his lip. "May I please start getting ready then?", he huffed.

Malik nodded, not taking his hand off of Altair's member.

Altair's eyes strayed down, looking at Malik's fingers pointedly.

Malik cocked his head. "What is it Boy?", Malik hummed and licked over his lips, his fingers moving down to Altair's sac and then back up to the tip of his member, his thumb circling across it.

Altair closed his eyes, shoulders slumping and the muscles in his backside tensed. How would he be able to make it through the day? Right - he wasn't. "Please", he whispered softly and put his arm around Malik's shoulder. "I really need to get ready."

"Yeah I can see how much you need to get ready."

Altair huffed again. "Please Sir," he looked down at himself.

"Then get up," Malik shrugged, his index finger rubbing over Altair's slit.

"I can't," Altair groaned, shaking his head. Malik's fingers felt too good.

"Then I don't know what you want me to do", Malik sighed and watched Altair with curious eyes, jaw tense and he looked oh so smug. "You want me to stop?", he cooed and Altair shook his head. "You want me to go on?", and again, Altair shook his head and swallowed thickly once more, his fingers curling against Malik's skin. "I fear there's nothing I can do now", Malik smirked and run one single finger from the tip of Altair's member down to the base.

"Could you please stop?" he asked in a small voice, shifting uncomfortably. Altair wouldn't have thought this might what Malik wanted to hear but - the man did look pleased at him while a soft, warm smile was caressing his lips. "Good boy", he hummed and let go of Altair, slapping him lightly on his thigh and rubbing over his back until his fingers curled in his short hair above his neck. "Get ready then - it's already late enough as it is. Wouldn't want you to be late for your job", he noted and Altair closed his eyes for a brief second, feeling empty for the loss of Malik's touch and also relieved. "Thank you sir", he muttered softly, the words falling easy from his lips by now and slowly got up. "What if I can't take it?"

"Oh. I know you will Boy. But if you won't- your punishment won't be light, you should know by now I do not slack off," Malik chuckled, getting up as well. "Go get dressed," he called over his shoulder as he made his way towards his room to get ready for work as well.

Once the both of them were ready and about to go, Altair took Malik's wrist and he turned around just as he was about to open the door to leave. “I've wanted to ask you something”, Altair said. “If I can borrow something from you.”

"Borrow something?" Malik turned fully around and watched Altair, one arm sneaking its way around his waist and pulling him close so their hips met. "Well that depends - you're kind of already borrowing the plug I gave you", Malik hummed.

God he was in an awful good mood this morning and Altair gnawed o his lips. "I saw that single cuff on your dresser", he said. "I've wanted to put it on. Just on my left wrist. As a reminder of you so..." He shrugged as if it wasn't a big deal and his gaze shifted sideways and he only looked up when Malik pushed two fingers underneath his chin, forcing him to meet his eyes.

"Like a wristband?", he asked and Altair nodded, eyes lidded and simply staring as Malik leaned in closer and closer, his lips almost touching and- "Go get it then", he whispered and pulled away, grinning. “I'm going to wait for you.”

xxx

Malik stopped in front of Altair's apartment complex, turning off the engine and reaching for Altair's knee. "You'll get a few clothes. Get pants, shirts, underwear and if you have one or two you pack some button-up shirts as well. I like seeing you wearing them. Bring something comfortable as well though I don't mind having you wearing my old hoodie. We get some of your porn too. I know you have some”, he winked

Altair blinked at the flood of words. "Porn, what? Why?"

"I want to see what you used to jerk off to", Malik grinned and made to get out of the car.

Altair followed him quickly and hoped the man wouldn't laugh at him for watching girl on girl porn. Malik was a sausage lover, after all.

They walked in silence into Altair's building and took the stairs since he lived at the third floor. "So how about you sleep more often at my place, I get tired of picking you up at your place. I give you Kadar's spare key later, you don't have to return it to me", Malik told him and Altair's jaw dropped.

Malik chuckled. "Don't look like a deer caught in headlights. You have earned it by your frank effort."

"I- really,... Malik... you have no idea how much it means to me", Altair whispered once they stood in front of his door and he put the key into the lock.

"You can be excited all you want about it in the evening when I actually give you the key," Malik smirked. "I'll make you a copy today after work," he made known and followed Altair inside his apartment.

Altair walked towards his bedroom, grabbing a bag and collecting a few things he needed while Malik followed him and was now standing in the door. "I need to fuck you here once... I think we've never done it on your bed. Against your wall, on your table but never on your bed", he grinned. "Where's your porn?", he kept pondering and only when Altair looked at him all pale did he narrow his eyes. "Is it really such a big deal for your Altair?"

"I'm a bit worried of what you might think”, Altair sighed, placing his clothes on his bed. He tried not to freak out too much about the whole key thing.

"Get your things and change in your other pants and tell me where I find your porn and we're good to go", he hummed and looked around Altair's room.

"Living room", he said, "last shelf behind the DVD's..." He fished some pants out of his closet.

Malik headed outside, leaving the door open and making it to the living room. The porn was not too hard to find, which was not surprising considering Altair's lonesome lifestyle, what did surprise him was that almost none of the movies were straight porn. In fact, most contained girls in them, and girls alone.

"The Amazon Valley 2- Return To Lake Cacatiti," Malik breathed out.

"Shut up", Altair grumbled as he joined Malik, packed bag in his hand.

"Manners", Malik simply hummed and turned the DVD around. "I didn't know you were a guy to like big fake tits."

"I'm not but you can hardly find porn without having big boobs in it."

"You like boobs?"

Altair shrugged. "They're soft and squashy..."

"Squashy?" Malik rose an eyebrow at him, then smirked. "We're going to watch this tonight and then I show you one of mine.”

"I have a feeling I'm going to feel very uneducated," Altair sighed.

Malik simply chuckled.

xxx

The day flew by from one project to another for Malik, a commercial office here, a design for a new shampoo bottle there - the only moments of repose he had were when reading Altair's messages sent to his phone, so far there were three and Altair was sending them in almost perfectly timed one hour intervals. Malik had given him a little assignment the day earlier. Only ten messages were allowed during the day and until Malik would pick Altair up – so far he did good and if Altair would keep to it, Malik had a surprise for him in store.

'The secretary has been giving me the evil eye. Think she knows I have a toy inside me?'

'Hey, what if I get us something sweet for dessert tonight? Rauf told me about a bakery shop downtown that sells arabic sweets. He told me they have great malabi and kadaif. You like those?'

Malik smirked as he shoved the phone back into his pocket, shaking his head.

'I had to go and get coffee for the whole office. Worst. Walk. EVER! If I wouldn't know better I'd say Rauf knows what I have shoved up my butt.'

It was the last of Altair's messages and Malik grinned. He hadn't been able to respond to any of them yet as he'd been really busy. Altair of course knew that and he was glad for not having one of those 'Why don't you write me?'-messages in his inbox. He pulled his phone out and was ready to type his answer.

"You coming for lunch Malik?" He looked up and Carol stood in front of his desk. Malik shook his head. "I pass today. There's too much to do", he muttered and rolled his eyes while Carol shrugged. "Alright, cool", and she was off, leaving Malik behind and alone. He went back to his pone and started typing.

'Don't think so much about Rauf. Think about me. Four more hours and I'm going to pick you up. And yes, get us something sweet. I don't know what's your problem with Rauf, he seems to has good taste when it comes to food.'

Altair replied less than a minute later. 'Yes, he does, but I didn't know if you liked those two in particular. Does that count as a message?'

Malik chuckled. 'Yes.'

No reply came. He could only imagine Altair's frustration.

If Malik counted correctly Altair was at seven now. He didn't say anything about limits including himself, did he?

'Hey Altair. I want to try something new with you. I think I have to buy new rope. What do you like better, red or blue? I think red would look lovely on your body. We also need a chair.' Malik hit send and grinned to himself. He could see Altair was online, he could see Altair read it - he could see Altair was writing and then erased everything and went offline. He chuckled and typed another message.

'I thought I could tie you to a chair. You're going to sit the wrong way on it. I will tie your arms to the back and your feet to the chair's legs. You'll have to curve your back like this so your ass will stick out nicely.'

The same thing happened again. Altair came online, read the message, wrote something... very, very long and then erased everything once more.

Malik put his phone away and started working again. Lunch was almost over, his colleagues gone for an hour now and he expected them to be back soon when his phone was ringing with Altair's ID.

"Yes?" Malik chuckled, answering the phone to the sound of Altair's huffs.

"Malik," the voice from the other end of the line was muffled by rustling sounds.

"Yes," he repeated again, pressing the tip of his pen against a sheet of paper, watching a dark dot forming underneath.

"Red... I'd like it in red," the rustling stopped, but Altair's voice seemed somewhat breathy.

"Good choice. So, how do you feel about that chair experiment?" Malik smirked, drawing a careful spiral with his pen.

"I wish I could portray how I feel about it. I really, really, really like the idea, and am very excited," Altair sighed. "I think my balls might be heavy enough to make my pants slip off..."

"Good", Malik smirked and drew a large circle around the small dot of ink. "Where are you right now?"

"I'm at my desk, Rauf- everybody else is at lunch, I said I wasn't hungry. Rauf wanted to go to this place again and that's a really, really long walk-" Altair sighed while Malik hummed, trying his best to swallow his chuckle.

"Sit up straight on your chair then", and he could hear the sound of rustling again. "Both feet on the ground."

"I- I'm sitting", Altair said softly and Malik could hear a small groan.

"You feel the plug now, don't you?", he smirked and Altair groaned again.

"Yes," Altair's voice sounded strained. "I might not even need to touch myself Malik," he panted.

"No. If you feel like it's too much squeeze your base," Malik growled into the phone. Altair whined in response.

"I'll do my best," he breathed out slowly. "When will you buy the ropes?"

"Oh I don't know - if you manage not to cum during our talk we might get it once I've picked you up at work. How does that sound? Move your hips back and forth."

"Sounds good to me-he-he....oh!" Malik imagined Altair biting his lip and keeping perfectly still.

"Keep moving Boy", he told him in a very matter-of-fact tone and looked at his nails, then drew a square next to the circle. "I've told you, squeeze your base if it's too much."

"But I have to open my pants for that", Altair whispered as if somebody was close by though Malik knew he was all by himself.

"Well then you have to think about something else to keep you from cuming. But I thought we pick it up tonight. Mh? How would you like it if I tie you up for desert?"

"Yessir," Altair gasped on the other end of the line.

"W... What if... I...can't hold it in, sir?" Altair wheezed.

"Then we pick up the ropes but you won't get to play with them", Malik said and enjoyed every single second of their conversation. He leaned back into his own chair and cupped himself through his pants. He was as hard as a rock.

"I'm trying sir", Altair panted, "Ireallyamtryingnottocomesir", he said really fast.

"I know you can do it Boy. I want to have my fun with you when you're tied to that chair. You know, in this position I can use so many toys on you - and you can suck my dick perfectly."

Altair gasped into the phone. "I want to play with them.” His breath seemed laboured, but his tone was filled with relief.

"Good Boy. There isn't much time to wait," Malik purred, leaning back in his chair and sighing. If only Altair knew how tempting he was - and he wasn't even in front of Malik. "All you have to do his to keep on going without reaching an orgasm. I know you can do it, I have no doubt about your skills”, he murmured softly, "you're doing great.” He kept praising Altair, knowing that it's exactly what he needed right now.

"Yes -ngh- thank you sir", he gasped. "Please, oh god... sir please I'm so close to come..."

Malik clicked his tongue. "No no no. You can't remember? I do not allow it," he sighed. "Come on Boy, I trust you can do it”, he purred, grinning into the phone.

"I am doing my best", Altair panted into the line.

Malik could hear the wheels of Altair's office chair squeaking. He loved hearing him like that, loved every second of it - the way how Altair's voice grew more desperate, more needy. It wouldn't need much and he would probably beg him to either stop or finish the job. He would show his most primal side and Malik would take it all from him, would take everything Altair got to offer. "Don't come Boy", he whispered again and wasn't even sure if Altair could still hear him. "I want you to tie you down to that chair, I want to play with that nice little ass of yours. I could use a plug in you - or maybe a vibrator. Yes, I think I use a vibrator that pushes up so nicely against your prostate”, he told Altair and his eyes grew dark and cold, the hand cupping his sex, squeezing himself.

Altair choked on his own breath, “Sir, I won't last much longer", he croaked. "Please... Sir..."

"Please what?" Malik growled right back.

"Mercy," Altair begged, his voice turning shaky.

Malik released a soft breath. "Stop", he told Altair and he could hear the sigh of relieve leaving his boy's mouth.

"Tha-"

"Don't talk", Malik interrupted him. "I'm proud of you", he told Altair since he knew the man was probably confused why he would talk in such a stern voice with him. "I'm proud of you for telling me your limits, asking me for mercy." If this wasn't over the phone Malik would have probably asked Altair for the Color to pre-long their games. But the truth was, every second now his co-workers could return just as well as Altair's. "Although I think we have to work on your limits - wouldn't you agree? Maybe I need to play with you a few edging games", he grinned and could hear Altair gasp on the other side of the line.

"Edging..." Altair repeated weakly.

"Yes," Malik hummed in a low voice. "Keep on in there. I will collect you after work, alright?”

"Yes sir," Altair murmured.

"Good. I am proud of you, Boy," Malik allowed some warmth to sip into his voice then. "You held up well, but we still need to work on your stamina."

"Yes sir, we will sir", Altair said in a hushed voice. "Thank you."

Malik blinked confused. "For what?"

"For picking me up later", Altair whispered. Malik could hear an elevator's bell ringing on the other side of the phone and knew knew Altair's co-workers were back. Time to end the call.

"Yeah", Malik smiled and he swallowed heavily. "Take care", although he thought those weren't the right words. He ended the call and leaned back in his chair, wiping his face with both hands and looking up the ceiling. His phone was buzzing.

'Rauf and the others just returned. I can't get up and go to the bathroom.'

Malik laughed.
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