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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
- 44
- 45
"Damn," Malik panted, rolling on his back and throwing his arm over his eyes.

"Couldn't... hah... Say it better," Altair gasped and let his body meet the mattress as well. He was looking at Malik with hazy eyes and a silly grin. "Does that mean I did good?"

Malik snorted but didn't have the energy to move at all. "Yeah that would be about right. You did good", Malik sighed and took deep calming breaths. He would have at least a minute before the condom would gross him out too much and he'd need to take it off and go to the bathroom. He slowly pulled his arm from his eyes and watched Altair from the corner of his eye.

"You need to put on new sheets later", he smirked as he discovered the mess underneath the man's body and Altair chuckled and tried rolling onto his side and skipping closer to Malik - which wasn't an easy task with your hands tied behind your back.

Malik helped Altair close before pulling the first knot off and unwinding the rope from around his neck. "How do you feel?" he pondered.

"Wonderfully sore. And happy," Altair chuckled, helping Malik free his arms before stretching them forward and scooting close.

"The cuddling might have to wait a few minutes little kitten, I need to go throw something in the trash can," Malik chuckled and ruffled Altair's hair.

"Little kitten?" Altair looked at Malik and watched getting him up with a small pout. He sat and rubbed his wrists and arms - they just felt a little sore from being kept in the same position for so long, nothing serious. "Why little kitten?", he called after Malik and rolled back on his stomach, hugging one of the pillows as his eyes roamed over Malik's naked backside when he took off the condom and tied it up, then threw it into his trash bin and opened the door to his room.

"Because", Malik hummed and grinned.

Altair sighed, frustrated. "I'm not a little kitten... I'm a fucking lion," he muttered into the pillow and slipped his eyes shut. "Maybe jaguar... no. Lion," he decided eventually, smirking at his own silly thoughts.

Malik sat down onto the bed, running his fingers softly through Altair's mess he liked to call hair.

"You're not a lion", he smirked. "I bet right now you're just as strong as a newborn kitten.” He leaned closer and placed a kiss to Altair's temple.

"A lion cub," Altair insisted, one of his arms swinging weakly and warping around Malik's hips. "Maybe even a teenage lion..."

Malik laughed again and soothed Altair's messy hair back. "A kitten. You're attention-demanding like one."

Altair kept quiet for a few long moments. Malik thought he could almost hear the wheels creaking inside the man's head as he tried to figure out a comeback.

"Well, I'll accept it if you admit to simply adoring kittens, and finding them irresistible," Altair concluded eventually and allowed a wide grin to curl on his lips.

"Idiot", Malik huffed and ruffled Altair's hair back into a mess and hooked one arm around his shoulders, pulling him flush against his chest. "I adore you, isn't that enough?", he smirked and just loved how Altair's whole body tensed for a few seconds before it relaxed again and a soft smile melted on his lips.

"Yes alright... I'll accept that just as well", he sighed eventually and closed his eyes, nose brushing over Malik's chest.

"So how was it for you?", Malik pondered eventually and run his fingers through Altair's hair in soothing circles, playing with it and tracing the line of his ear. "Did you feel comfortable or was there something you didn't like?" He would have to speak with him about subspace - Malik wasn't even sure if Altair knew what it was he experienced during those moments.

"Mmh - I really didn't like the limit on my messages and calls, but... The rest was really good," Altair grinned. "I can't believe you actually sucked me - I've been dreaming about it for a while now," he murmured, taking a deep breath in. "Felt a lot better than any dream, if I might say."

"Good things happen for good boys, bad things happen for bad boys. It's simple as that", Malik chuckled. "And you've earned your reward so you better remember what I can do to you when you don't behave like that little punk you sometimes are."

"Hey!"

"Oh come on Altair, we both know you have a punk somewhere inside of you and you like to act like a rebel at times", Malik smirked and brushed his fingers down his spine. "Do you know why I set you a limit for your messages?", he purred a second later and Altair smiled dreamingly when Malik nuzzled him behind the ear.

"So I won't bother you with your work?" Altair pursed his lips, looking up at Malik with curious eyes.

"To keep you looking forward to meeting me after work, Altair. Do you think you would have been as excited to see me if you were allowed to communicate with me as much as you wished through your cellphone?" Malik chuckled, kissing the top of Altair's head. "It was a game Altair", he purred softly and gently rocked him in his arms, holding him close to he could feel the man's heartbeat underneath his skin.

"Well I'm not good at it then", Altair huffed and felt the heat rising to his cheeks. "It's just... I..." He felt at a loss of words, not sure if he should show Malik so much of himself. "I just need to feel close to you when doing this", he eventually breathed. "I hated it how you ignored me", he added in a soft voice then. "Was that one of your punishments you don't enjoy?", he pondered carefully.

The man nodded. "I don't like ignoring you", he admitted and Altair nodded as well. "It did the trick though", Altair smiled carefully.

Malik rubbed Altair's side. "You didn't go over ten messages though, I'm proud.”

"I put an alarm clock every hour and wrote down the things I wanted to say," Altair admitted quietly. "Didn't trust my own memory," he chuckled at that and slipped his eyes shut, curling both arms around Malik.

"Well, it worked, but I would like you to trust yourself more and rely on your own self restraint in the future," Malik instructed and leaned Altair against himself. "All in all, except for a few stumbles here and there, you've been a very good Boy," he smiled into Altair's hair. "And after we shower, I'll give you your well-earned collar."

Altair's toes curled and he had to bite his lip hard to keep himself from grinning like an idiot. He would never say it out loud but he'd rather have it now now now! Malik was right when he said Altair suffered from impatience... "Yes I'd want that", he admitted softly and curled closer still as if he would try to crawl into Malik.

"Do you have any idea what subspace is little kitten? You were high as a kite again today", Malik told him. "Actually, I think you might have been high the whole time when I re-call the moment you've called me."

"Never heard about it," Altair lifted his eyes up and licked his lips. "Subspace?" he frowned and cocked his head.

"Yes. Long story short, due to intense amounts of pain and pleasure, your body begins to produce hormones which have a vary particular effect on you. While under their effect, you become much less sensitive to pain - up to the point of not feeling any at all, your sense of judgment is hurt, and you're feeling incredibly happy. Now, the last part is not a single bit bad, but the first two combined can be quite dangerous," Malik explained caressing Altair's back soothingly. "I can only read you to a certain extent Kitten, this is why I rely on you to guide me and tell me when it's too much. Under that state you cannot feel pain to it's full magnitude, and your ability to think situations through is practically null. An inexperienced Dom might not stop and pull his sub out of that high and instead hurt him," Malik concluded, kissing Altair's forehead. "Capice?" he smiled.

"Uhm... wow, yes I mean- I didn't know something like this can happen... It sounds kind of cool", Altair sighed and stretched his body, his brow in wrinkles as he was thinking hard. "So what you're telling me is when I'm not able to judge anymore, you're the one who's deciding if I can still take it and stop even though I tell you Green?", he pondered softly while a trail of goosebumps followed Malik's fingers down his spine.

"Exactly... you're quite adorable though when you're out of it", Malik chuckled. "I once met a sub who experienced subspace very strongly and was sometimes out of it for a long time even though the scene had already ended", he hummed and Altair blinked at him.

"Really? What did you do then?"

Malik cocked his head to one side. "It was scary the first time because he didn't react to anything I said so I just took care of him afterwards, waited until he snapped out of it."

"Oh," Altair lowered his eyes and slipped them shut, cheek leaning on Malik's chest.

“Let's go shower and get your collar on, alright?", Malik offered.

xxx

It wasn't long until the water was warm, the both of them standing in Malik's shower with Malik currently soaping Altair back. “Is it good?”, Malik pondered and run his palm down Altair's spine.

"My butt feels like a whole beehive had a stingfest on it," he murmured, rolling his head sideways while he leaned back against Malik's chest.

"See why I was a bit partial about letting you sit on that chair?" Malik's fingers were slowly caressing down Altair's abdomen, scrubbing the leftovers of dried sperm off of his skin.

"Yes I know but - but I don't want you to think I can't take it", Altair said and frowned a little. He didn't want Malik to go soft on him but-

"There's nothing bad with admitting your limits, I thought we already covered the topic."

"That's not what I meant", Altair told him and relaxed further against the gentle touches, the swift fingers moving over his skin, tickling lightly. "I wouldn't have thought to ever say that since I think a couple of weeks ago I wouldn't have been able to sit at all, but I don't want you to go easy on me."

Malik chuckled at that and wiped the sponge once more over Altair's back. "Silly you - as if I would ever go easy on you...", he purred into Altair's ear, his chin resting on his shoulder.

"You know what I meant," Altair groaned and shook his head, frustrated.

"I know, yes," Malik chuckled and kissed the man's temple. "Trust me, if I'm not able to give you my best, I won't even try."

"I hope so", Altair muttered. "I think I very much like this part as well", he added after a short while of silence. "Makes me remember the time when I asked you if you even could do vanilla", he chuckled.

"I think I proved you that night", he hummed.

"Yes you did", Altair nodded slowly. "I also wouldn't have thought for it to be possible for you sleeping by my side without even trying to go for my dick."

"I can do vanilla just fine, it's not as fun as what we have though," Malik smirked. "Though... It's nice every now and then, relaxing and non-committing," he smiled while scrubbing between Altair's fingers. "I don't have to worry for your safety," he smirked.

"Sounds like BDSM is a bother for you," Altair noted, cocking a brow and Malik turned the shower off.

"Hardly, but it does require more effort," Malik answered with a click of his tongue. "The outcome is more than worth it, obviously, else I wouldn't have practiced it so vigorously." ]

"So are you telling me how you've came into contact with it the first time?", Altair pondered carefully and took the towel Malik was handing him, stepping out of the shower.

"When I went to college a friend of mine told me about these parties... I've actually heard of them but thought they were some sort of college urban legend until he got us two invitations. It was sort of an illegal party though they were quite strict when it came to age so we had to come up with faked ID's... and I don't know to this day how he did it but we've got inside and well..."

"Well?" Altair said while he rubbed the towel over his head to dry his hair.

"It was interesting to say the least, a regular party somewhere in a warehouse all wild and how you would expect it and then there were those extra rooms."

"Extra rooms?" Altair actually had a hard time to imagine something like that.

"Where people could go to have fun. Like orgies."

And Altair gulped audible. "So there was a- a performance or what...?"

"Sort of yes. We only watched but we couldn't forget about it."

"And that got you into BDSM?" Altair pondered, blinking at Malik curiously and sat down onto the rim of the tub, towel around his waist and watched Malik getting dry.

"Well, it got me experimenting with fetishes. It got the process of self discovery going, you could say," Malik chuckled and shook his head. "It was... interesting." ]

"Why?" Altair wasn't ready yet to let the topic go. He really wanted to know, he wanted to know this part of Malik's past and - and it made him realizes that he wanted to learn everything about him, was ready to soak all of Malik in like a little sponge and never let go of the knowledge.

"Because it was my first experience. My friend eventually grew out of it - you could say that. I didn't", he said a moment later and for a moment Altair thought he actually sounded... sad?

"May I ask what fetishes?", he asked carefully and Malik was silent for a moment, again and simply stood there holding the towel around his waist.

"I think it started with Bondage... some mild spanking. I've soon started to buy books and read about it, went to certain clubs, met some people and underwent my own training."

"How do you mean that?"

"I didn't always know I like to top Altair", Malik chuckled soft although he thought it sounded empty and shallow. "Besides, I think when you want to spank somebody or pour wax on them you should know how it feels at least."

"You've... you've tried on being submissive?" Altair blinked. He would have never thought that.

“Went horribly," Malik chuckled. "I was too much in charge most of the time, someone once told me I was topping from the bottom and chased me away," he smirked. "And then I met Leonardo who kind of... showed me the right track to being a responsible, proper Dom."

"I didn't think you've known each other for so long," Altair noted, looking down at his hands before Malik tabbed him on the nose.

"He was great aid. I owe him a lot," Malik sighed, pulling Altair up by grabbing his hand "Got me out of the neck-deep mud I was stuck in..."

"Was it that bad for you?", Altair murmured softly, his brain feeling all fuzzy and sort of blown away.

"Let's just say I had a very, very wrong picture of what BDSM is about. Leonardo taught me differently and it went quite wonderful from there on", Malik chuckled. "I'll tell you the whole story some time... maybe", he added and kissed his ear, his fingers moving lightly over the small of his back.

Malik granted him a few more seconds of peace before he spoke again, “So, ready to have your first and last collar?" he narrowed his eyes, grinning.

"Last collar..." Altair lowered his eyes for a second and his eyes were dilated again when he looked back up at Malik. "Yes", he whispered because he wasn't able to speak any louder, not when his tongue felt too heavy and his throat as dry as sandpaper.

"The very last", Malik hummed and leaned in, kissing him briefly on the lips before he pulled away to grab the pair of boxers and pants he'd brought with him and got dressed. When he saw Altair didn't follow his example he smirked. "Come here princess", he teased and that did the trick and Altair snapped out of his high-like state. He frowned at Malik, "Why do you always call me princess?"

"Because I can. Comb your hair little Kitten, I'm not giving you your collar looking like this.” He clicked his tongue a second later when Altair reached for his own pair of underwear. “No no no. You're fine just like that”, Malik noted and gestured at Altair naked body – it only made him blush a little.

"Yes sir", he smirked and waited for Malik to lead the way back into the living room where he saw Malik standing, inspecting the small wooden black box with the collar inside.

Malik looked at Altair, then at the window shut tight by curtains. “Kneel in front of me," he ordered in a quiet voice, placing the box on the coffee table next to him and waiting for Altair to do as he was told.

Altair nodded, his back straightening up as if by instinct. "Yes sir," he murmured and sunk down.

He knelt in front of Malik, head bowed low as a sign of respect.

"Look at me, Boy," Malik instructed, opening the box and placing one hand at Altair's nape.

Ever so slowly, Altair rose his head, his eyes searching Malik's gaze and he was glad for kneeling or else the man might have noticed how much he as trembling - but who was he kidding? His whole body shook like a leaf in the wind.

"I want you to accept this collar not only as a sign of whom you belong to but also that it means I'm always going to take care of you as long as you're wearing it. This will not only be a sign of ownership but also a sign of respect I hold for you", Malik said slowly and his hand slipped from Altair's neck to cup his chin, forcing his head up higher.

"You are to wear it day and night, you will never take it off without my permission. I will give you the code but I want you to keep it in a safe place without looking at it. I will save the number into your phone so in a case of emergency people are able to take it off", Malik spoke slowly and put his thumb on Altair's lips, parting them. "When I'm going to put this on you, you're going to be mine Altair", he purred his name. "Mine to do with what I please, mine to own and control, to care for and supporting you in finding your own self. Are you going to accept this Boy?"

"Yes Sir," Altair whispered, his eyes lidding. He never looked sideways, his gaze trained on the man alone. He was smiling, nothing like the huge grin he had on earlier, but a more subtle, content one.

"Good Boy," Malik nodded once. "Hold your head up and be proud you have a master who cares for your well being, a master who will not judge you, who will accept your faults with understanding and who you can always rely on in times of need," he placed the collar around Altair's neck and clicked it shut, setting the initial code and holding the two pieces tight together before setting the personal code in and released it. He turned the collar around then, bringing the ring to the front and smiling. "It looks beautiful around your neck, Boy. How does it feel?"

Altair actually held his breath, not daring to breath and only when his lungs started burning did he inhale again. The collar was cool on his skin, of course since it was made of stainless steel but where Malik had touched it, it felt warm and it made him smile as he thought this rather represents how he felt about Malik on the inside, the man not only able to touch his body but also to touch his soul. "It feels right sir", he told him in a quiet voice, the words barely above a whisper. "Thank you sir", he added a moment later, leaning his cheek into Malik's palm.

"You look proud like this", Malik smiled and he rubbed his thumb along Altair's jaw. "And I expect you to answer truthfully when asked what it is. You should never feel ashamed for who you are."

"Yes Sir," Altair nodded once and sucked a deep breath in.

"Good. Now it's time for my treat," Malik smirked and took the leash out, feeling it between his fingers before reaching it out for Altair to take. "Clasp it to your collar and give it to me," he instructed quietly and placed the leash made of stainless steel links in his hands.

Altair's eyes went a little wide - he had almost forgotten about the leash and he felt a little ashamed of doing so but did as he was told with shaking hands. He could feel the weight pulling on the collar, the leash dangling from the small ring and touching his chest before he collected the little links in his hand to reach it up for Malik to take again. If he didn't have just cum he would probably get hard again although he might have just experienced a little mind-orgasm. "Thank you sir", he breathed again.

"With this, I promise to take care of you and not abuse the right given to me as your Dom", Malik nodded once and took the leash from Altair's hands, urging him up on his feet with a gentle yank. "Come here," he smiled, pulling Altair's head close for a kiss.

He almost answered Malik's kiss desperately, his lips parting underneath the man's and inviting his tongue to enter. His hands were still shaking as he lifted his arms slowly, as if he didn't know if it was okay to lay them around Malik's shoulders but when he made a soft sound at the back of his throat while kissing Altair, he knew it was alright and he closed the gap, his arms closing around Malik's back and letting himself fall.

He breathed softly through his nose, Malik's tongue gliding over his own, the weight of the collar around his neck, the cool steel pressing on his skin a constant reminder of what had just happened and Altair was more happy than he could have wished for ever since everything of this -of Malik- had started.

Once parted, Malik smiled and looped both arms around Altair's waist. "I want you to bring over lots of clothes next time you stay, alright? You should have a stock of them over here in case you need to stay the night," he smirked.

"Consider it done," Altair laughed, pressing their brows together.

"And your coffee mug, too..." Malik went on, squeezing the man's back lightly.

"And my toothbrush," Altair smirked.

Malik pulled against the leash so Altair had to lean forward and he held him short underneath the collar of it, kissing him once more again. Once they parted he run his fingers over Altair's chest, shortly out of breath and Altair thought it was a sight he didn't have often, Malik being just a bit knocked off his balance.

"So basically I move sort of in, yeah alright", Altair chuckled and shrugged with his shoulders. "Your clothes are too small for me anyway, I feel a little... wedged if you know what I mean", he grinned.

Malik snorted at that. "Like your balls are going to slip back into your stomach and hibernate there?"

Altair's face remained blank. "How does that even..."

"It's part of a thing called 'tucking', widely used by drag queens. They push their balls back inside their body and duct-tape the shaft back."

"Why do you know that," the corners of Altair's mouth dropped.

"I have knowledge vast and various of how to cause pain," Malik supplied easily. "Tea? Coffee?" he chimed then, an innocent grin on his face.

xxx

The water for Altair's tea would soon be boiling and Malik's coffee wouldn't take much longer to finish. He just finished placing the kettle on it's base and turned it on. "You may touch me," he snickered, noticing Altair standing not too far behind him, wearing nothing but his boxers and a simple plain shirt and looking like a starved dog.

Less than a moment later, Altair's arms were already around him, pulling Malik into a tight hug with his back against Altair's chest.

"My my, you're behaving like a starved dog Boy", Malik chuckled and run his palm over Altair's wrist, stroking up and down his left arm.

"Maybe I am", Altair muttered as he spoke into Malik's neck, eyes closed and he still felt a little worn out and shaky on his legs and only parts of it where because of the sex but mostly because of the collar around his neck. He would have to need to go into the bathroom to look at it, see how it was when the leash was connected to it.

"Are you going to keep the leash on or... is that for special occasions", he muttered softly and placed a kiss right behind Malik's ear.

"Nn... Special occasions. I am well aware of how uncomfortable a leash might get, the collar itself should be very comfortable," Malik paused then. "If it isn't, let me know right away, Boy. I don't want you restless because of the collar. We can get you a new one if this irritates your skin somehow," Malik instructed in a serious tone. "Am I clear?"

"Crystal, sir," deep inside, Altair prayed he would not find the collar uncomfortable.

"Good", Malik told him with a smile and turned around in Altair's arm, the water boiling behind him and he quickly pushed the button for his coffee maker to stop working. He run the tips of his fingers over the edge of the simple collar, smiling fondly. "It really fits you well", he murmured softy as if more to himself and wrapped an arm around Altair's waist, pulling him close and just his once he did let it slip that Altair's hand slowly stroke down his back until they could rest on the firm round flesh of his behind. Just this once, because well- it was like Christmas all over again, wasn't it? With Altair getting his collar...

"You don't have to come with me tonight", he said after a while and leaned against the kitchen's counter with Altair still in his hold. "You can crash on the couch and wait for us. Kadar smells like the whole burger joint he's working at when I pick him up. I want to safe you from that and his constant nagging about his boss."

"I don't think I'll be awake enough for that," Altair chuckled. "Can I crash on your bed instead?" he smiled, slowly squeezing Malik's behind in his palms.

"If you behave," Malik winked, his backside tensing under the other's fingers.

"I'll be the best Boy I can," Altair murmured, sneaking a kiss to Malik's lips. "I like your bed better than the couch..."

"Make sure you leave me some room to sleep next to you then, else I'll have to roll your lazy ass off the bed," Malik smirked and narrowed his eyes. "I could curl up into a really, really tiny ball", Altair pinched his thumb and finger close together and showed Malik, "at the end of the bed to your feet."

Malik wrinkled his nose. "No - if I would want to have you sleep like that I'd buy you a cage", and Altair's eyes went wide while Malik laughed. "Just kidding. You're my Boy, not my pet darling", he winked at him and tensed one cheek, then the other and the motion didn't go unnoticed by Altair, making him blush once more as he realized how much he just enjoyed that feeling.

The boiling water told them it was ready for Altair's tea and Malik tried to move so he could grab a cup but found it difficult with Altair still clinging to him. "What is it with you?", he chuckled and kept on moving even though Altair held his arms still around his waist. He did manage though to pour the water and add a tea bag.

"Nothing it's comfortable and you're warm", Altair muttered with a shrug and slipped his cold toes over Malik's.

"Is it now? Too bad, I was planning to spoil you some if you told me you wanted my affection and closeness, but it seems like those are not called for," Malik smirked knowingly and narrowed his eyes at Altair.

"...Can I take my words back?" Altair's grin dropped into a flat line. "Please?"

Malik winked at him - Altair was amusing at times and he loved toying with him. "Mmmh...." He thought for a moment and crossed his arms in front of his chest, hips leaning against the kitchen counter. He could see how Altair was gnawing on his lip; patience had never been one of his strength and Malik just knew waiting was killing him. "You may", he said eventually.

"I really want your attention and spoils and I love it when you show me your affection sir so please give it to me?" The words flew from Altair's lips like a waterfall and Malik was surprised he didn't choke on them. He was smirking still as he pushed himself off the counter and draw small patterns on Altair's chest with one single finger, then curled said finger around the leash close to his collar.

"Maybe", he grinned in a husky voice and leaned in as if to kiss Altair but at the last second withdrew and returned to his tea. Altair whined, looking positively miserable. "Sir," he mewed, boring his pleading eyes into Malik's own.

"What is it, Boy?" Malik grinned, enjoying each and every moment of having Altair begging for his affection.

"Could I please get some spoils and affection from you? Please? You are going to leave to get Kadar from work soon and I'll have to stay all alone," Altair pursed his lips. His own words seemed rather feeble in his ears but... he was hoping they would do the trick and soften Malik.

"You can do a little better than that Boy", Malik purred and took the tea bag out of Altair's cup and threw it in the sink before he turned around, he was surprised by the sight greeting him.

Altair was kneeling in front of him, the leash dangling from the collar and over his chest, going in between his legs and with his arms behind his back. He looked up at Malik with his best puppy eyes and a trembling bottom lip. "Please sir", he asked Malik in his most innocent voice. "Can I please get your affection sir?"

Malik had to swallow his saliva. Shit. He did not expect Altair to do that.

"How much sugar?" he spoke in a quiet voice, soaking the sight of Altair kneeling in front of him.

"None sir, please..." Altair murmured again.

"Get up," Malik had to clear his throat. His hand was resting around Altair's nape now. "You bastard..." he grinned and pulled Altair by the neck to claim his lips in a kiss.

Altair would have grinned triumphantly if it weren't for the kiss and he slumped against Malik's body, his arms closing around the man's waist and he didn't care if he was allowed to or not, he just needed to hold on to him or else his legs might give out underneath him. He moaned softly into Malik's mouth, answering the kiss desperately with the tip of his tongue gently running over Malik's, panting and gasping as he tried to press tighter still like a starving man.

"Sir", he mewled when they parted again, his voice small and almost broken and he looked at Malik pleadingly.

"Patience," Malik clicked his tongue and scratched the back of Altair's head. "Your tea and my coffee will get cold."

Altair lowered his eyes but nodded anyway, taking a small step closer and sneaking a kiss to Malik's shoulder. "I'll wait," he agreed eventually and took his own cup, placing it on the table and returning to Malik's side so he could take the man's coffee as well.

Malik looked surprised, arms crossing on front of his chest once more and he nodded with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I'm impressed Boy. How thoughtful of you, but-" He walked up to Altair and took off the leash from the collar. "I don't want you to trip over this when you're carrying hot fluids", he purred and admired the sight of his boy's collar once more.

Altair felt himself blushing underneath Malik's gaze and followed him to the small table standing in front of the couch. Malik sat down first, of course he did and he beckoned at Altair to sit down as well and when he lowered himself, Malik pulled him onto his lap, nuzzling him underneath the ear. "Since when are you so thoughtful my dear boy?", he purred, "Do you need my affection that much?"

"Need and want it, sir," Altair nodded, looking down at Malik with a small smile.

Malik handed Altair his cup. "Careful now. Don't spill it on yourself," he warned, caressing up and down Altair's thigh.

"No sir I won't", Altair nodded with a small smile and held the cup in his hands, waiting for it to cool down before blowing across and then took a small sip. "It's good... what is it?", he pondered in a quiet voice.

"Nothing fancy but simple black tea", Malik chuckled and Altair leaned forwards to place his mug back onto the table. He waited for Malik to finish his coffee and then slid down his lap a little so he could curl up against his side, his head resting close to Malik's crotch.

"Do you really have to go soon?", he asked Malik with a sad tone.

"Yes, Kadar had a double shift today," Malik explained, slowly caressing Altair's cheek.

"I'll be waiting for you," Altair announced and slipped his eyes shut.

"I know. I'll be back as fast as possible," the older man chuckled and soothed some of Altair's hair behind his ear. "I'll make us breakfast tomorrow," he decided. "Brew us some coffee..." his voice turned quiet. "Kiss you in the elevator on our way to the car, squeeze your thigh as I lift you to work," he chuckled at that. "How does that sound?"

"Sounds... perfect", Altair breathed and he could see it actually happening in front of his closed eyes, the pictures playing vividly and colorful like a movie inside his mind.

He wanted this. He really wanted this, waking up with Malik by his side every morning, eating breakfast and going to work together, coming home with somebody waiting for him. Fucking hell, he wanted to have this so badly - who knew Altair would turn domestic when being in a BDSM relationship? "It actually sounds very wonderful", he admitted in a soft voice and reached up to cup Malik's face.

Their eyes met and for a long time Altair didn't say anything. There were so many words whirling inside his head, so many things he wanted to say and... and for a moment he thought about just saying it but when he opened his mouth he swallowed the letter back down again. "I'm looking forward for it and- and I hope you will return soon. I'm going to miss you Malik", Altair said and he had wanted to call him by his name, no nickname, no title, but his real name.

"I'm going to miss you too," Malik chuckled and rolled his eyes, caressing the man's side slowly. "Now off to bed you go. I'll cover you up and next thing you know you wake up with me shaking you awake, alright?" His hands looped around Altair's body and helped him up into a sitting position.

"Yes", Altair nodded softly and his fingers reached up to brush over the collar. A small smile was tugging at his lips and he let Malik usher him towards the bedroom. When he entered the room it still smelled like sex and when he saw the bed and it covers he flushed crimson all over again. Nonetheless did he slip underneath the blankets and he rolled to Malik's side of the bed, the one which smelled like him and watched how the man got dressed. "How long will it take for you to return?", Altair asked him.

"An hour, maybe 90 minutes. Too long for you to stay up and wait", Malik grinned and sat down onto the bed once he was dressed.

His fingers were caressing Altair's head as he slowly watched the man. "I'll see you later," he promised andfixed the blanket around Altair and leaned down to kiss his temple. "Sleep now... You must be tiered after today," he murmured and stood up.

"I am...", Altair muttered and he knew he'd be sore in the morning but he would wear his marks with pride just as he would wear his collar with pride. His head rested heavily on the pillow and he watched Malik through lidded eyes standing in the door. "Hey...", Altair called after him, his voice somewhat hoarse, "Return safe to me...", and Malik smiled.

"Of course I will", he grinned and turned off the light, closing the door behind him. Altair could hear Malik grabbing his keys and wallet and a second later he was out the door and it didn't take long for sleep to come.

Altair woke up in the middle of the night and when he looked at the clock on his phone it read 2:48 am. He reached for the free space next to him, there was no Malik and Altair groaned, then collected some of the sheets and curled himself inside them, breathing in some of Malik's scent. He was enough awake for a few dozens reasons to come to his mind why Malik wasn't still in bed with him but eventually Altair sighed and rolled out of bed, tired as hell and turned on the lights, then made his way into the living room. He checked for shoes and saw Malik's weren't there, neither were Kadar's.

He frowned. Malik had left at around 11 - he should have been home a long time ago. Thoughts swirled in his head, from Malik having a simple car breakdown to the worst possibilities including both brothers dead.

He stood up once more, feeling queasy as the minutes passed and tried finding his own cellphone with shaky hands, dialing Malik's number.

One ring. Two rings. Three... Five... No answer.

Again.

Again.

Altair could taste the bile in his mouth as he tried calling Malik's number for the eight time, his fingers numb and head dizzy. "Shit Malik... Answer me already!" he hissed at the phone, clutching it for dear life.

It was then when he heard the rustling of keys which made his heart bounce and legs take him back to the living room. "Fuck, Malik, I was so worried," he groaned, stumbling to the door but found no Malik and no Kadar.

Leonardo's hair was tied back messily and his expression grim as he watched Altair for a few long seconds. "Madonna mia, ti ha laschiato qui da solo," he murmured and collected Altair in his arms and hugged him tightly.

"What? Shit, I didn't understand a word of that Leonardo", Altair said and tried to free himself from the artist's arms clutching him tightly and took a step back once he was finally able to get out of his tight embrace. He stared at Leonardo who just stood there and reached out to grab his arms when he slumped back against the door.

"What are you doing here, how-? Did Malik send you?", Altair asked and saw how he squeezed his eyes shut when he said his lover's name and pressed his lips tightly together.

"Fuck, Leonardo don't just stand there but tell me! I can't reach Malik, he was supposed to be back two hours ago, where the hell are they?"

And when Leonardo still kept silent, his eyes slowly opening Altair took a step back, an ugly cold feeling settling in his stomach. "Don't tell me something happened...", he whispered.

Lenaordo sighed and he buried his fingers in his hair, pulling it before he looked back up at Altair. "I got a call an hour ago, there was an accident...," Leonardo shook his head, the words quietly whispered.

It felt like as if somebody had hit him into the stomach, all of the air escaping his lungs and it just hurt to breath. "No..." Altair chocked on his own breath, his mouth filling with saliva and throat drying up at the same time. "How...?", he wheezed, shaking his head. "This cannot.. No. No way," he growled, sinking back further into the apartment and leaning against the kitchen counter. "No..."

“I've wanted to tell you in person”, Leonardo whispered softly as he followed him, placing his hand on Altair's shoulder, but he couldn't move.

He swallowed heavily and nodded. It was difficult to move since his legs felt just too heavy, his body broken and his heart shattered.

“Where's Malik... and Kadar?”, Altair asked eventually and when he saw Leonardo's pale face, the red rimmed eyes he wasn't sure if he wanted to hear the answer.

“Malik is... and Kadar...”

It was as if someone had pressed a button, ending the pleasant zero gravity state Altair has been floating in all those past weeks and months. Everything around him seemed to tower above, suffocating him, pressing him down in a stomach-twisting freefall, turning his life upside down while the walls of his world came tumbling down. He'd never thought for the impact to come and just realized how good life had been with Malik by his side, but now all of it was gone within the blink of an eye.

Altair had tried his best not to fall but gravity was a bitch.

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