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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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It was a typical morning for Altair. He was too late and there'd been hardly time for him to shower, not to mention for him to drink his coffee. So in the end, he was only half-way dressed as he run out his apartment, down the stairs and to the subway station to catch the last train downtown. His jacket hung from one shoulder and he hold a cup of coffee from home in one hand on which he just burned his tongue, because he couldn't wait for it to cool down – or he just forgot to wait. But, and that was much more important, he'd caught his train and now, stood cramped in the middle of a crowd of people like a sardine in a can and hold on to one of the poles while he pulled on his jacket.

He sipped his coffee tiredly and pulled his face into a grimace as his tongue still hurt while his coffee was still hot. Altair sighed and slumped a little into himself, his head leaning against the pole. What a shitty start into a new day... The train stopped and people got off and new ones got into as the train got into motion again. Just as every morning. Sometimes Altair recognized people from the day before. Or on other notion: it was routine. It was routine and Altair was tired.

A few weeks had passed since he'd visited the club. Malik didn't call. After some time had passed, Altair had been so frustrated that he could have thrown his cell into a corner every time it started ringing. Every time it did, his pulse quickened and every time he'd thought it been Malik calling him. But no... that, of course, hadn't been the case. Why should he anyway since Altair had been nothing but a good fuck for him – no more, no less. This one night he had spent with Malik, Altair thought of it as the night of life. He'd been pulled out of his routine and could forget about his daily life's troubles for a short moment as he laid bound to Malik's feet and at his mercy – he'd never felt so free his entire life. But now, now Altair felt like a caged bird, imprisoned by his routine with life passing by and all he could do was waving at it.

The train stopped again, people got on and off and only fife more stations and Altair would get off as well. It got more crowded and an elbow hit him painfully between his shoulder blades as the train took a turn. Altair gritted his teeth, swallowed down the pain and tried to overlook it. Things like that could happen. But as he felt as somebody pinched his behind, he turned around angrily and his face froze. “What the hell...”

“Oh? Is that your way to greet old friends?”, Malik laughed quietly and took the pole next to Altair's head, leaning slightly forward. “Hey”, he said and smiled at him.

Altair swallowed hard and it only took three seconds until he pulled himself together again. “Old friends? Hah!”, he laughed dryly. “Sure”, he huffed and turned away from Malik. He could feel Malik's breath across his neck as he leaned further towards him. “Aw, come on – what's up with you? You're not a morning person?” Malik chuckled.

And something inside of Altair just... snapped. Probably his thread of patience. Angry, he turned around towards Malik and that steam didn't come out of his ears was everything right now. He looked as if he was about to explode. All his anger, all of his frustration from the last few weeks suddenly pushed through the surface. “Did you lose your mind?”, he hissed at Malik and was only inches away from his face now. “After everything which happened or rather not happened?” Altair's eyes had narrowed and he poked his finger into Malik's chest. “I greet you like an old friend when you actually deserve that title. And if that's all you want from me then this conversation is as done just as I am with you.”

That hit home. Altair could see it. Something dark had risen behind Malik's eyes which made them look almost black, the corners of his mouth went down and his brow showed small wrinkles as his fingers took a tighter hold of the pole which made his knuckles turn white. Yepp... Malik was definitely pissed and Altair satisfied. He turned away from him and only half a second later, he felt Malik's hand on his shoulder as the train stopped again. It got more crowded, louder and people stood up and moved towards the doors to get off at the next station. “Where do you get off?”, Malik asked and Altair hunched his shoulders and tried to shake off his hand. “Why is it of your business?”, he asked him with no emotion and nodded at a woman, smiling, who looked him up and down.

“Oh, nothing much.”

The doors opened and the crowd pressed through it. Altair took a step aside to let people pass. He took a look over his shoulder and watched Malik walking past him.

“Dinner tonight.” He felt the hand of the man near his jacket pocket as he slipped something inside. “6 pm. I'll wait for you.”

Altair stared after him, dumbfounded and before he could form a reply inside his head, the doors closed behind Malik and the train moved again. Altair blinked one time, two times and then closed his eyes as he felt anger rising within him and took a deep, calming breath. Only then did he reach into his pocket and pulled a small, white card out of it which had an address written on it. Altair crumpled the card up and let it fall onto the floor. Fuck Malik. Fuck him if he actually thought that he'd run after him like a puppy. Not in a million years would he go out with Malik. No, no, absolutely no chance, never!

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It was 7 pm when Altair stood in front of the restaurant. He clenched his teeth and his hands were buried deep in the pockets of his jeans. Maybe Malik wasn't even there anymore. He'd probably waited first and then realized Altair wouldn't show up and just went home. Just that, well, Altair was there. He was an hour late though but only because he just decided a few minutes ago to get dressed and go.

Now he was standing there and it was cold and he could see that the restaurant was well-attended, but he kept standing in front of the door. He startled when the door opened and a family went by him, laughing and he heard cheerful chatters coming from inside until the door closed again and swallowed every noise. Just a second later Altair was cursing at himself and turned around, his back towards the door.

This must have been clearly one of his dumbest ideas ever, to get dressed and to actually go to meet Malik to have dinner with him. He shook his head. No. The dumbest idea he'd ever made was the one back at the club, when he'd agreed to spent the night with Malik, to give Malik the power over himself and to let him have at Malik's mercy. Yes – clearly dumbest idea of his entire life.

And still... Altair turned back and took a small step forwards. But instead to go inside he stood still, a slight frown on his face. Malik was by far the strangest man he'd ever met. Maybe even the most interesting when it came to sex.

Absolutely, yes.

To be honest, Altair was curious. Malik wanted to have dinner with him. That was a date, wasn't it? He could have invited Altair to his place and Altair would have known what he's been after. He would have wanted sex, simple as that, but now that he stood in front of the restaurant, Altair wasn't so sure anymore. Did he want sex? Probably not. If he wanted to, Altair was sure about that, he would have simply told him. After everything Altair had experienced with Malik, he knew the man wasn't shy when it came to sex. He would have just told Altair. But now..., well, now it seemed like as if he hold another interest in Altair.

Again, he gritted his teeth and was ready to rip out his fair. What a jerk. Altair wouldn't have cared if he'd never ever heard of Malik again – maybe a little. But after a few weeks he would have simply forgot him and Malik would have been nothing more but a ghost of his past, but when he met him at the train this morning, Malik became suddenly a part of his life again which actually frightened Altair a little. He could no longer pretend anymore that it was all about sex – right? And damn it, he was curious.

He stood there for another ten minutes, before he finally gathered the courage to go inside. Warmth and the smell of food met him as he entered the loud murmur of talking people. A waitress met him, her smile looking like as if it was glued to her face, asking him for how many. Altair was quiet for a few seconds, his eyes searching and when he found the figure sitting on a table near one of the windows he told her that his party was already there and he passed her quickly.

He slumped into the chair in front of Malik and looked everywhere but never at him.

“Ah”, the man sighed and his voice was so quiet that Altair almost didn't understand him. “And here I thought you wouldn't come anymore.” He smirked at him and only now did their eyes meet.

“Well, I was thinking the same”, Altair murmured and opened his jacket.

Malik took a hold of the glass in front of him and oh, what a surprise it looked like whiskey to Altair. He watched him taking a sip, looking at Altair with narrowed eyes. “Well, this is going to be fun then.”

“You should look up the definition of 'fun' then”, Altair murmured and hung his jacket over his chair, turning back to Malik and grabbing the small drink menu which stood in the middle of the table – he'd do anything just to hide his nervousness. He played with the card's edges, running his fingers over the paper and turned it upside down, then back and in the end put it back onto the table. “Because I don't think this”, and he gestured between himself and Malik, “is considered fun by most people.”

Malik chuckled softly, a smooth almost soothing sound which erupted deep from his chest and of which Altair had almost forget the sound. Now he wished it'd have stayed that way. “There's no reason for you to be like that”, Malik explained and leaned back in his chair, his fingers drumming on the table.

Altair thought for a moment he didn't understand Malik correctly and leaned forwards, his elbows placed in front of him, chin in his hands. He arched one eyebrow while frowning and then laughed quietly. “I think I missed something here. Why is there no reason for me to be like that?”

“Well”, Malik said and took a small sip of his drink, “we're not dating. I never promised anything to you. Didn't I?”

“You said you'd call me.”

“When I wanted to. I didn't. Besides if you've been really that desperate to see me”, and fuck, how he hated that smirk on Malik's face right now and his fingers twitched as he wanted to punch him, “you could have called me.”

Altair blinked. He blinked again and he could tell he was about to lose his face and it only took him half a second to fix his mistake. No. He wouldn't do this any longer and he forced his facial expression into a more neutral one which made him look more aloof than anything else. He found a small crumble of bread on the table and picked with his finger at it. “Am I not to wait for my master to call me?”, and now Altair was smirking as he felt a tad more confident. “Shouldn't I only do what my master wishes me to do?” Yes, yes he liked this. He could do this. Anything to wipe that ugly smirk off of Malik's face. He was about to do a small dance of victory when he saw the confidence in Malik crumble if only for a second but Altair had noticed the way how his smile seemed a bit frozen before the man eased back into his role. He was certain it was nothing but a role and he wondered how much longer it would take for Malik to show his real face. Altair didn't think that it would actually happen. There was nothing between them, they fucked only once, had a night together and that was it. No obligations and Malik owned nothing to him.

It was the moment he realized that Malik had been right. There really was no reason for him to act like that and he got painfully aware of the fact how he'd acted. Like some desperate... little girl trying to get daddy's attention. It was a little bit disgusting, actually.

Malik sighed and his finger followed the rim of his glass. “Ah, I see. Is that what you truly believe or is it something you think I'd like to hear coming from you?” He picked up his glass and looked at Altair. “Let me tell you about something, Altair”, he purred lowly. “You're not naturally submissive. You like to be at my mercy, you like it when I take the control but you are not somebody who would kneel to my feet by his own free will. So, why would you tell me something like this, mh? We both know it's nothing but total bullshit.”

Altair was quiet for a few, very long seconds but he was betraying nothing. This wasn't like the night back at the club were everything had been new and foreign to him, where he felt like as if he wouldn't belong there (which might be about right). There was still some dim light outside, the restaurant was a normal place, families were eating at the tables next to him – nothing scary. Not that the club had Altair frightened, no, but it wasn't his 'cup of tea' either. He disliked places like that usually. He didn't really like going out either but he could tolerate it and the restaurant he could tolerate by far more than he could the club. Today, he felt more like himself and there was nothing Malik could do to take this from him. Or so he liked to believe...

“You are probably right with that”, Altair said and chose the truth. “It is bullshit. So you want me to be honest with you?” He looked at Malik with one arched eyebrow and was close to scoffing. “Then I want you to go first. What am I doing here? Because I'm this close to get up and leave.” He hold his thumb and finger very close together and up for Malik to see.

“I'm interested in you.” Malik looked confused as if it hadn't been obvious right from the beginning. He was having this look on his face which said something like 'What, you couldn't figure this out by yourself?'.

Altair chuckled softly. “So you waited a few weeks to ask me out?” He shook his head in disbeliev and reached for Malik's glass and took a sip out of it, not caring at all about the horrified look on Malik's face and placed the whiskey back onto the table in front of him, looking at the other man as if nothing had happened. “I have to admit that's kind of unusual. Not what I'm used to, to be honest.” Altair sighed and when he looked up again he stared right into Malik's eyes. Things were about to change – he might have let Malik gag and tie him, had Malik fucking him but that didn't mean Altair hold no pride. “Give me one good reason not to get up and leave right now.”

Malik flashed him a small smile and Altair could see the hint of a perfect row of white teeth. “Something came up. I'm a busy and wanted man, Altair. If I could have, I would have called you.” Altair thought it was the first honest sentence Malik had spoken to him – it made him actually look... human. In a certain kind of way of course. “But I can give you one reason not to get up and return to that sad little life you have.” And the moment was gone – way to ruin it, Malik. “If you leave now you never get to know me and we both know you want to.”

Altair swallowed. It might sound simple, pretty easy actually but it sounded honest. It was actually kind of a good reason. He leaned forward on his elbows. “I get to know you when I stay?”

Malik nodded and looked at his almost empty glass of whiskey and when he looked back up at Altair there was only the shadow of mild anger showing in his eyes.

“And you think I want that?”

Malik grinned and drank the last remains of the alcohol. “You so do.”

Altair nodded, a grin was tugging at the corner of his lips as well but he was able to suppress it. He wouldn't want to give too much away of himself. “I think it's a desirewe both share, wouldn't you agree?”

Malik shrugged with his shoulders, tilting his head to one side and offering Altair a lopsided grin. “Perhaps.”

“Then perhaps I want to stay.”

“I think you need a drink then”, and he beckoned to a waitress, calling her to their table. “You also need some teaching about good taste. No beer for you tonight.”

And Malik ordered him a Glennfiddish Malt Whiskey.
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