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3:88	By : Imoshen Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 12171 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 6-Part 6
- 7-Part 7
- 8-Part 8
- 9-Part 9
- 10-Part 10
- 11-Part 11
- 12-Part 12
- 13-Part 13
- 14-Part 14
- 15-Part 15
- 16-Part 16
- 17-Part 17
- 18-Part 18
- 19-Part 19
- 20-Part 20
- 21-Part 21
- 22-Part 22
- 23-Part 23
- 24-Part 24
- 25-Part 25
- 26-Part 26
- 27-Part 27
- 28-Part 28
- 29-Part 29
- 30-Part 30
- 31-Part 31
- 32-Part 32
- 33-Part 33
- 34-Part 34
- 35-Part 35
- 36-Prt 36
- 37-Part 37
- 38-Part 38
- 39-Part 39
- 40-Part 40
- 41-Part 41
- 42-Part 42
- 43-Part 43
- 44-Part 44
- 45-Part 45
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“Up”, came the simple order as Altair felt a bare foot between his legs, rubbing against his crotch. His head came up even though he couldn't see -thanks to the blindfold- and he starred at something where he thought Malik's head would be.

He was tired of this. He was tired of acting like the scarred little deer, tired of being afraid. If it weren't for the gag his lips would pull back to reveal an ugly grin. Malik might have broken him... that didn't mean he was defeated. Altair pulled his shoulders, stretching his back to sit more straight, more upwards. He would not yield. Not this time. Malik had had enough fun with that game of his – now it was about time to change the rules.

Altair thought he simply didn't care anymore. Malik had brought him here to play and yes, Altair was eager to have some fun. It couldn't get any worse now and he felt as if he were a Phoenix who had died and was born again from its ashes. He lifted his hips, pressing his member against that foot and moaning lightly – it wasn't as if he was aroused yet, the little sigh and gasp more of a show he put on for Malik.

With one last, long groan Altair pushed himself upwards, standing on shaky legs since he had knelt for too long. His muscles were hurting and still a bit stiff but he swallowed the pain and stood, starring right ahead as if he wanted to show Malik that he was wrong about him, that he got himself the wrong man. Altair was no pussy, was no fucking toy. His pride everything he hold so dear and he would never anybody let it strip off him, not even Malik.

He could almost imagine how the man would rise one elegant eyebrow, looking at him with surprise and mild amusement. He felt Malik stepping closer, smelling of soap and cologne.

“Oh?”, he heard him whisper and his breath crawled over Altair's face. Again he took one step until his chest touched Altair's. He was still damp from the shower, his unbuttoned shirt gaping and within a blink of an eye his palm was cupping Altair's sex – gently rubbing his fingers against it, making slow circling movements. This time it wasn't fake when he moaned quietly, just a whisper of a sound coming deep from within his throat, and passing his lips. Almost on instinct he pushed his hips against Malik's hand, growing slowly as sparks of pleasure went up his spine.

Malik brought his lips next to Altair's ear and they touched the skin as he spoke: “What's that?”, he asked him, his fingers squeezing and it earned him another gasp. “Aren't you even ashamed? My brother's sitting not even ten feet away and here you are, rubbing yourself against my hand like a whore.” He chuckled but didn't made any attempt to remove his palm nor to step back.

Altair would have grinned and right now he hated the fact he wasn't able to speak – if Malik only knew. Well, if all he was able to do were to make sounds then... he would do that. He closed the small gap between him and Malik, leaning his head against the man's shoulder, placing one leg between his thighs and pushing upwards while moaning – loud. He made sure it was loud enough for Kadar to hear and he would have shouted triumphantly when the TV was turned off if he only could.

“Oh you fucking...”, he heard the younger man growl, feet slammed down onto the ground and angry footsteps walking over the carpet followed by the sound of a door being opened and closed again.

Malik chuckled and the sound itself was warm and soft. “You're like an eagle Altair, aren't you? A bird eager for its freedom, fighting everyone who's trying to take it. But I have you now”, and his voice grew an octave deeper, “and you will come back to me, thinking it'll be by your own free will. Just like now when you think that you're able to gain back some control”, he almost purred, one finger running over Altair's cheek to his bottom lip. “There's yet so much you have to learn... novice.” He pulled down Altair's zipper, his hand disappearing into his pants and beneath the waistband of his briefs, the tips of his fingers dancing over his cock and lower until he cupped his balls.

“You're mine now. The moment when you agreed to come with me your handed yourself over. I am your master.” He squeezed his balls but not enough to cause pain. If anything, Altair moaned around his gag. “And as your master I do control every one of your moves.”

Malik's fingers hoked into his belt, pulling him forwards until he hit something, almost toppling over if it weren't for those strong hands wrapped around his waist. He was bent over something cold, yet soft and Altair could only assume it was the couch Kadar had been sitting on only moments ago.

Malik yanked his pants down, his boxers coming right with them until they were around his ankles. The man's body pressed against Altair's from behind, hands roaming over his back and between his legs. For a moment he hold his breath, trying to sort out his thoughts. Altair felt better now, much more confident as he had before when he hadn't been able to hear nor to move. He still couldn't see, couldn't speak but Malik was there, whispering all these words into his ear and even though Altair thought he should be angry he wasn't. Those words made him feel safe and Malik might think different if he told Altair that he was the one in control here... it didn't really matter for him, not now. Malik was there, guiding him through everything which was about to happen and it helped. It helped Altair to accept, helped him to trust. Was it really that important for him to being able to control? No, it wasn't. And he slowly realized that Malik would never take his pride and that he really didn't attempt of doing so. The only one being able to strip him of all he had was Altair himself. It wasn't Malik, never had been. Malik was just an instrument, working on Altair and turning him into something more. To loose control didn't mean to loose strength.

He was slapped hard on his behind before a hand spread his buttocks, exposing him shamefully for the eyes of Malik to see. Goosebumps spread over his skin and a shudder went through his body and it left him trembling. Altair tried to turn his head as if he wanted to look over his shoulder even if it was no use. Malik's finger wrapped around his neck, holding him in place and pushing him further over the back of the couch.

One finger entered him rough and Altair tensed, gasping – but accepting. He didn't try to fight anymore. After all this is what he wanted, always had wanted though he wouldn't have known it before. His body was willing to obey Malik's wishes.

“I told you I could break you and I did. Don't you see Altair? If I would remove that gag and ask you, wouldn't you tell me that this is so much better?”

Before he knew it the gag was taken off of him and Malik's fingers run over his jaw, pushing into his mouth before they withdraw, wet digits smearing spittle over his bottom lip.

“You want me to fuck you boy?”, Malik whispered, hot breath crawling over Altair's skin and he arched his back, pressing his hips against the growing bulge between Malik's legs.

“Yes”, he gasped, breathless and almost delirious with lust. “Fuck me”, he whispered, his voice hoarse with lust and want.

Another hard slap to his behind, making Altair moan. He almost welcomed the pain, heat traveling from where he had been hit through his entire body, flames of desire consuming everything in their way.

He bit down onto his bottom lip. “Yes, Sir”, he said again and almost expected another hit to his sore backside but instead, Malik soothingly brushed his palm over red skin. He pushed his finger further into Altair, curling upwards. It hurt to be stretched like that since there was no lubricant. He wondered if this was still part of his punishment, if Malik was just teasing him or if he really planned to fuck him right in the middle of the living room, bent over the couch with the man's brother just a few feet away, separated only by thin walls and a single door.

“Do you think you deserve that?”

Altair hold still for a moment, his thoughts racing. The finger was removed from his rectum and he almost whimpered at the sudden loss but before he could make any sound the digit was shoved back in, followed by a second one. The pain wasn't so bad but it was still uncomfortable and Altair tried to wriggle away – seriously, wasn't Malik going to use some lube?

Again the man chuckled, his hand holding Altair in place as he slowly started to pump, stretching him further. “Well?”, he asked again and finally, Altair nodded. Hell yes, he deserved a good fuck and to be honest, he thought he really was in need for one.

Malik let go of his waist, pushing his knee in between Altair's legs. “Alright then”, and he heard him fumbling with his belt and pants. For a moment panic collapsed over him like a wave, threating to take Altair with it, drowning in a black sea of fear. He gasped and gently shook his head.

Oh god, yes he wanted to get fucked but not like this, not without any lubricant especially when it was his first time! Of course Malik sensed his discomfort and Altair could only imagine the smirk standing on his face. “Who would've thought that a whore like you could be afraid of cock?” He pushed his legs further apart, bending Altair over the couch and in a position like that he had trouble with his breathing.

“If I show you some mercy will you behave?”

Altair nodded fiercely and Malik laughed. His palm hit his buttocks, hard and unforgivable, causing him to rock forwards and a muffled yelp sprung from his parted lips. “Stay like that”, Malik ordered and he heard him walking followed by the sound of a door being opened and some shuffling. It sounded like a drawer being pulled open and Altair turned his head towards the noise.

It didn't take long for the man to return, taking his position back behind Altair, his crotch pressing against his behind. Something cold and slick hit his cheeks and the liquid run down between his legs, over his entrance and balls. He shuddered against the lubricant and instantly Malik's hand was there, smearing it into his skin before he pushed two fingers inside with no warning.

This time, with the help of the lubricant, they went in easy and Altair relaxed immediately, his head hanging low between his shoulders as he groaned and rocked back into the man's hand. This – this felt so much better and he thought he saw stars when Malik curled his fingers, pushing upwards and hitting his prostate.

“You better thank me for not fucking you dry”, Malik groaned, adding a third digit and wriggling his fingers inside of him.

“Thank you”, Altair gasped and the words were almost lost underneath a deep sigh. His fingers twitched and his knees buckled as he tried to hold himself up. Malik snaked his arm around his waist, helping him to keep him in place as he slowly began to pump his fingers. To be honest it surprised Altair that Malik was going to do this... here. In the middle of the living room. He had thought he would have taken him into his room but then again – considering it was Malik he shouldn't be surprised at all.

Malik pushed his body further against Altair, trapping him securely between him and the couch. His arm let go of his hips and he started to hit him on his bare behind, again and again. The slaps didn't stung as much as before but they were strong enough to leave his skin tingling and hot. It was a steady rhythm which Malik used to deliver the blows and soon pain and pleasure mixed, making it difficult for Altair to say where one started and the other ended. He couldn't hold the sensations apart anymore, his hips pushing back on their own and he straightened his back, his feet coming off the ground as he balanced his weight on his toes.

Wet sounds invaded his ears as Malik pulled his fingers almost all the way out before he pushed them back in, using more force than necessary while he never stopped the beating. It was sinful, absolute bliss which send Altair in a spiral higher and higher, gasping, moaning and soon begging for more.

“Please”, he whispered, his hands turning into tight fists, slowly opening and closing again. “Please...”

“So polite”, Malik purred, changing the angle of his hand, crooking his fingers and pushing against his prostate. “Just say it”, he ordered him and the slapping and movements of his hand came to a sudden halt.

Altair gritted his teeth, his body feeling as if it was on fire. He was amazed that he could still stand on his own feet as he felt close to collapse. “Fuck me”, he murmured, heat rising to his cheeks as he realized what he asked for.

Malik pulled his fingers out of him and only seconds later something much bigger pushed against his hole. It didn't feel like skin on skin and Altair assumed he had put on a condom while he was gone to get the lubricant. Malik leaned over his back, his chest touching Altair with his chest hair tickling him. “As you wish”, he whispered next to his ear, biting down onto the sensitive earlobe before he pushed himself in.

It hurt, just a little as he was stretched but it soon faded once Malik was buried within him completely. He didn't give Altair any time to adjust to the feeling. He took a hold of his waist as he started to set a fast pace, thrusting into him with no mercy. Altair had hardly time to make out the different emotions which washed over his body. Pain and pleasure consumed him like a flame, tearing at his soul and ripping everything apart. His mouth hung open as he gasped, trying to catch his breath. It was too much and he tried to get away, pushing himself against the couch but Malik didn't let him go. He pulled Altair back against his hips to meet his thrusts, fucking him without mercy.

This – this was what he had wanted what he'd been looking for. Altair moaned with no shame and no matter how much he had tried to fight against this, he didn't possess the strength anymore to do so. He gave in, finally gave into the feeling, into Malik and he just let it happen. His muscles went slack as he let Malik guide him, pushing into him with such force that he was certain he would limp the next day.

“F-fuck”, he stuttered, arching his back as he wasn't able to hold still anymore. He bucked against Malik like a wild horse, meeting his thrusts and pushing back to get more. Between his own grunts and moans he heard Malik's erratic breathing but there wasn't any sound else. He wondered if it felt as good for the man as it was for him but then again, he couldn't care less right now. Skin slapping against skin and animalistic grunts filled the room, ringing loud inside Altair's ears.

Only then did he notice that he wasn't even erect but that didn't mean he felt no pleasure – hell, it felt amazing and his brows wrinkled in confusion about that little detail, wondering why he was soft but when Malik changed the angle of his thrusts, hot, bright light was exploding behind his eyes, leaving him blind for a second. Altair bit his bottom lip. Fuck... with the speed of Malik's pounding he wouldn't last long. His muscles clenched around Malik's cock and just in time he remembered one very important little detail:

“Let me cum... please let me cum”, he moaned and whimpered, his toes curling against the carpet and his hips hurting from where Malik slammed him into the couch.

The man chuckled and it sounded breathless. “Since- since you're asking so nicely”, he told him but the fact how strained the voice of him sounded showed Altair that he enjoyed this as much as he did and that Malik was close as well. His nails dug into Altair's hips and he pulled him back against his cock, pushing into him.

Every thrust brought him closer to the edge and he wasn't far to fall over and into the abyss. With his eyesight taken from him there was only Malik, only his touches and rough treatment which gave him something to hang onto. Sex like this was so much more intense and considering the fact that it was his first time taken by a man it was absolutely amazing. It was torture, sweet torture and so much more he could have ever asked for. Nothing could compare to this and yes, he had had great sex in the past but to fuck a woman was different. It didn't matter how rough, how raw the act itself was because the sensations Malik delivered to him, the deep, buried emotions he set free within Altair were by far more intimate.

He arched his back, coming up from his bent position and pressing against Malik, moaning and grunting. Altair felt as if his soul was floating above him, watching the scene as it happened separated from his body. His balls drew tight against his body, the knot inside his belly growing hard causing his muscles to tense. He pulled against his bindings, his arms clenched and his mouth open in a silent cry. Everything went still, even time as the wave of his orgasm took over his body. It started to roll from his stomach and up his spine right into his very own heart before it exploded into every direction. He gasped helpless for air not able to form a sound and if anything, it was just a small whimper which escaped his lips. It didn't stop, it just went on, Altair being hit brutally by his own pleasure, drowning and drowning, falling towards a bottomless pit waiting for the impact to come. But it didn't came and he was lost, swallowed by lust and desire, his frame shaking violently with sweat running down his temple and chest. A twister of flames swept across his body and mind, burning everything down until there was nothing left. He fell forwards, not able to control his muscles anymore.

Malik didn't stop with his movements, fucking him still and he hardly registered the man's motions behind him. Altair was too busy trying to gain his focus back, a grin slowly starting to pull against the corners of his lips. He was a madman and on the border to loose his sanity. He was still half delirious when suddenly Malik grasped his shoulder, turning him around with too much force and shoved him down onto his knees. He felt empty without having him inside of him but Altair hadn't the time to mourn the loss. Strong fingers grabbed his jaw, forcing his mouth open with Malik's thumb hooked onto his bottom lip.

“Don't make a mess”, he heard the man say and his voice sounded as it came from far away, small and quiet over the ringing he heard inside his ears. He could make out the noise of skin moving against skin, Malik's small groans and sighs and then, then there was warm, salty liquid on Altair's chin. Some of it hitting his mouth and lips and it surprised Altair how he tried to catch everything of the man's cum, his tongue sweeping over his lips to relish every single drop. He swallowed all Malik had to offer and where he couldn't reach it, his semen was slowly drying.

He panted softly now, his shoulders trembling, ass hurting and his arms aching as they were still pulled tight behind his back. He almost startled when Malik's finger caressed through his hair, brushing down his cheeks to his jaw.

“That look suits you”, he told him, his voice rough and raw from sex.

Altair couldn't help but to smile, satisfied and feeling so much more relaxed now, turning his head into the loving palm. Malik raked his nails over his neck and to his collarbone before he took his throat, forcing his head upwards. The hold he had of Altair wasn't strong enough to cut off the air but strong enough to show once more who was in charge.

“Is there anything you have to say?”, he murmured and Altair could hear that Malik was on the edge of punishing if he would fail again.

“Thank you, Sir”, he told him softly and couldn't fight against the goofy grin spreading over his face. He felt like as if he were on drugs. He pressed forwards, his head buried inside Malik's crotch, his nose brushing against curly pubic hair. He rubbed his cheek like a dog against his hipbone. “Thank you”, he told him again, his voice nothing but a whisper and he turned his head, kissing Malik's pelvic.

“Huh”, Malik let go of his throat and returned to stroke through his hair, the gesture itself almost lovingly. “If I knew all it would take to fuck you raw for you being so docile I would've done it sooner”, he said and Altair knew it was a lie. He felt the man's eyes on his body even when he wasn't able to see. “Ah, you're one of those man”, he said than and Altair's head came up in confusion. “You came without spilling your seed. I think it's kind of cute actually.”

Altair had heard of that. For some men it was common to go limp during the act of penetration, just as he had experienced earlier. They would come without having an ejaculation and to be honest, yes, his orgasm had felt different. It had been far more intense and longer, nothing he had experienced ever before.

He was tired, so very tired and to think he had to work tomorrow just lingered for a second inside his head. He couldn't care less right now.

Malik's fingers curled around his bicep, pulling him up on trembling legs. He turned him around, working quickly on the ropes and pulled them off his body. He didn't touch the blindfold and kept Altair in the dark.

“I'm proud of you”, he heard the soft words as Malik leaned close. He pressed his lips against Altair's and it almost caught him off guard. Just in time did he part his lips to welcome the man's tongue and only slowly, ever so slowly did he start to return the kiss, shy at first but with every second which passed Altair grew more confident.

He enjoyed the kiss more than he would like to admit, falling into the feeling of it and forgetting everything around. He sighed softly, pressing himself against Malik's chest hoping it would never end. Their kiss was nothing compared to the one they shared earlier. That one had been raw and nothing but an act of Malik showing dominance. This one on the other side... this one was gentle, loving and warm. It turned Altair's legs into soft wax and he almost fell slack against his Master's body. He remembered just in time that he was able to use his arms again and they wrapped around Malik's shoulders, holding onto him for support. Strangely, Malik accepted his touch, not shoving him away or scolding. Altair tried to deepen the kiss, his lips parting wider and his tongue whirling around the one of the man, sucking almost eagerly on the muscle.

When Malik withdraw he almost whimpered, the loss by far more greater than when he had felt before when Malik had pulled out of him. He wasn't yet ready for it to end, longing for more.

“I'm proud of you”, Malik told him again. “I think there's some hope for you after all.” He brushed his finger over Altair's lips. “I would say”, he leaned close, engulfing Altair with his body's warmth, his hands running over his tired arms and back, “we're going to get you clean now. Like I told you before, Altair... I'm not a cruel man. I can deliver pain and pleasure but I also like to take good care of my property. I believe you could use a bath?”

A bath. Warm, hot water surrounding his body and soothing his hurting backside? It sounded wonderful and all he could do was to nod as a tight knot inside his throat kept him from speaking. Malik's gentleness was overwhelming, leaving him speechless and shocked. He would have never thought the man could be that caring.

Malik leaned forwards, kissing the blindfold above his eyes and Altair's head snapped up in hope for him to free him of it already. But all Malik did was chuckling softly and Altair started to like that sound. It sent a warm, bubbling feeling through his body.

“No... you will keep the blindfold on for the rest of the night. I don't think you deserve it yet to see so much of my apartment. Maybe next time”, and he could hear the grin inside Malik's voice.

Next time. There was going to be a next time – and Altair wanted it. He suddenly realized. Malik was right. Had been right from the beginning. Altair would come back. He would come back for more, thinking it was by his own free will but it wasn't. Malik had him now, owned him and god... how he wanted to be owned by him. He wanted to belong, badly but most of all, he wanted to feel save and cared for.

Malik bent down to pull up his pants but didn't bother to fasten them before he took his hand, guiding him through the living room until they reached the bath. It didn't really hurt to walk, at least not yet but Altair limped anyway.

He was seated onto something which he assumed was the toilet and he heard Malik closing the door. The air in the bathroom was still moisture from the man's earlier shower and it smelled like his cologne. He quite liked the smell of it...

Altair leaned his head against the tiles as he heard Malik turning on the water before the man returned to him, crouching down to strip him of his clothes. When he pulled his legs free of Altair's pants his hands returned to rub his feet and calves, massaging tired and stiff muscles. Altair almost sighed in relief, slumping further against the tiled wall.

“You are very interesting, Altair”, he murmured softly and it was almost lost underneath the sound of the water running into the tub. “You told me so much tonight which I discovered not being true. One thing, you being straight.” He snickered. “You're bisexual, at least. You liked having my cock in your mouth and ass, didn't you? Wasn't it the best sex you ever had, bent over the couch like that and fucked by a man from behind?”

If the circumstances were different, Altair would have shot him an angry glare, maybe snarled at Malik and told him to shut the fuck up. But he was too tired to care for now and really, what was the point in denying? He slowly nod, that goofy grin returning onto his face as he still hadn't come down from his high. “Yes”, he told him and wet his dry lips. Malik pinched the inner of his thigh and Altair jerked. “Yes, Sir.”

“Good”, Malik pet the side of his leg. “I wonder what else we could discover, mh? I bet there's more you don't know about yourself yet.”

He could hear Malik's bones cracking when he got up and turned off the water, small sounds of splashing coming from the tub as he tested the temperature of the water. Malik grabbed his hand, pulling him upwards. Strong arms encircled his waist as he put his chin onto Altair's shoulder, his palms gliding over his back to grab his buttocks.

“Do you accept me as your master?”

It was a strange question. Not only because Malik asked him something like that – but because he simply asked. It was the same question he had asked Altair earlier. If he would say 'yes' now it would mean he would return to Malik. That this, all of it would become a regular thing. Maybe something like an affair but something much stronger. Much more different. He would hand himself over to Malik and in return the man would own Altair. He would become his slave and maybe 'salve' was too strong of a word but it came close to it, didn't it?

His blood whooshed loudly inside his ears, his heart pounding wildly inside his chest. Altair's hands shook, his whole body trembling as he slowly nodded.

Yes.

Yes.

“I do”, he told him simply and Malik pulled back, stroking his cheek with one single finger before he kissed him again but before it could grow into something bigger he stepped back again.

He didn't say another word as he pulled Altair forward, helping him to ease himself into the tub. As the water surrounded his body and he let himself sinking deeper into the warm liquid it felt as if he would sink into a new life – a path not yet known lying in front of him with Malik at his side to guide him and yes, he wanted to see what else they could discover.

He tilted his head back, leaning against the tub's edge with Malik kneeling next to it. Warm, soft hands were roaming over his chest and something sweet invaded his nostrils and Altair could only assume it was soap slicking his body. Again he was kissed as Malik's hand worked under water, caressing his worn out body with so much care and gentleness, Altair hadn't thought would be possible. The exact same hands which had caused him so much pain now doing the opposite. He relaxed, his eyes closing behind the blindfold, his lips slightly parted as he accepted Malik's tongue but too tired to respond to the kiss properly.

He was asleep before Malik could finish washing him.
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