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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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The whiskey tasted good, even Altair had to admit that and he swallowed slowly, the gold liquid running down his throat, warming his stomach from the inside.

“There's one thing I don't understand though”, Altair said once he was able to speak again and he hold the glass between his fingers as he propped his elbow onto the table. “You said you didn't want to call me and the next second you tell me you couldn't.” Altiar smirked smugly. “There's a difference between not being able to call and not wanting to. Now, which one is true?” He stared at the man from over the rim of his glass. Malik could pretend all the way he wanted but Altair was too good of a listener to not catch the contraries between Malik's words.

Malik pointed one finger at Altair while holding his own glass. “Now that's the first intelligent question I hear you asking me”, he murmured and once more Altair could have punched him but the way Malik was grinning told him he wasn't serious – still, it didn't mean Altair would let him get away with it. He was actually tired of taking Malik's shit and he was even more tired to let him push around all the way he wanted. It had been... kind of fun in the bedroom but Malik had to realize that he was a full grown man and not his personal punching back. This time though, he didn't comment on it. Malik's words wouldn't have any effect on him from now.

“And here I thought I have a novice sitting in front of me.” He laughed and the sound found its way underneath Altair's skin and caused goosebumps to rise over his arms and down his neck.

“You felt better when I told you I wasn't able to call but that I wanted to – right?” He rose one eyebrow at Altair and he couldn't deny the fact that yes, that had been true. He didn't show it though and looked at the brown-golden liquid inside his glass. “Perhaps”, he murmured and flashed Malik a hollow grin.

“You choose then if I didn't want to or if I couldn't call you.”

Altair rose one eyebrow at him and then his lips split into another smirk. “You're so full of yourself”, he finally said in a calm tone. “You do realize that, yes? Because if not then you're just one fucking dumb jerk and I'm going to leave right now.” He placed the glass back on the table in front of him but he was still smiling. “You tell me right now what it is you want from me. No more mind-games, Malik”, and he hissed his name lowly.

Malik leaned back into his chair, both eyebrows arched and if Altair interpreted the impression on his face correctly, he looked kind of... impressed. He leaned forwards again, both elbows touching the table. “Alright. No more games”, he nodded and chose to overhear Altair's insults. “Then I take it you made up your mind, mh?”, he murmured. “You remember what I asked you that night? I asked you if you'd accept me as your master and I believe your answer had been yes back then.” He took a rather large sip of his own whiskey. “I do realize that for someone like you who has never tried something like we did ever before it can be quite an intense experience. You know, I kept wondering if you'd been honest back then, if your answer really was the right one for you. I saved my number on your phone and yet you didn't try to call me. You weren't ready for it, isn't that right? You're afraid because you don't understand anything of this.”

Altair sat still and breathing got difficult.

“I would have called you if I was certain that this”, Malik gestured between him and Altair, “is what you really want. There hadn't been a day where I didn't think of you because I had a lot of fun that night actually”, and now he was smiling, no grin nor smirk but an honest, warm smile. “I wanted you to make the first move even though I told you I'd call. I thought if you really want it, you would lose your patience and ring me up. You didn't. I wasn't following you this morning if it's what you were thinking.” He laughed softly. “It was just a coincidence, but I couldn't let my chance pass when I saw you standing there. So, did I not want to call you? No, I wanted to. But I couldn't. Not until I knew, but I think now I do.” Malik crossed his arms in front of him as he leaned back. “The truth is all I can give to you right now.”

Altair was... speechless. At least a little. He hadn't expected such honesty coming from the other man and it actually made some sense though he had to admit, that 'not calling'-thing was rather bullshit. Malik could have just asked him, couldn't he? “You're a complicated man with a twisted mind”, he told Malik eventually.

Malik was right though. He was afraid. Of course he was because he actually didn't understand Malik. “So what am I to you?”, he finally asked then because whatever Malik's answer would be, it would decided where things would go from here.

“Right now?” Malik looked rather surprised. “Right now you're nice company which I enjoy talking with. I was waiting for this quite a bit. I can finally see that you haven a will of your own. And I like it that you seem to know what you want and don't want.”

“I want your respect”, Altair said quickly and only after the last word had left his lips did he realize what he actually said. He took a sharp breath in and stared straight ahead at the table.

Malik sighed. “Altair”, he said his name and the man wondered if he'd ever heard Malik speaking it before. He couldn't remember but he liked the way how every single letter rolled slowly over his lips. “You've always had my respect but you didn't respect yourself.”

Altair looked suddenly up, outraged. “What is that supposed to mean?”

“You remember that I told you if I'd go too far or if you couldn't take it any longer you could just say the word and I'd stop. I admit, that's a bit difficult when you're gagged but why do you think did I always ask you if you're still alright?” His gaze went off into distance for a second before his eyes found Altair again. “If we're going to do this, I want that you're able to admit your limits. You didn't do that back then therefore you held no respect for yourself. You're too stubborn, too proud. I bet the whole time you were desperate to not lose your face in front of me.”

Altair looked confused, his thoughts racing inside his head but Malik kept talking, guiding him through his chaos and he was actually a bit thankful for that.

“I'm honest with you”, Malik continued. “I've been doing this for quite a while now, dominating other people, tying them up, controlling them. It's what gets me off. I'm cruel to you and I'm able to make you cry, to bring you to your limits but I never don't respect my slaves. It's a role I play, Altair.”

“So this morning you've been playing your role as well?” Altair glared at him and Malik chuckled, rubbing his chin.

“You could say that”, he admitted slowly then. “I know it takes a lot of trust to let yourself tie up to be at somebody's mercy. I realize now that I don't have your trust yet. So why are we here? Why in this restaurant and with you not being gagged and tied up? I want that trust, I want your trust.”

Malik looked at him and straight into his eyes, his gaze narrowing and his lips nothing but a thin fine line. A few seconds passed and their waitress got to their table, asking them if they were ready to order. Neither of them looked up at her and after she asked for a third time she just murmured something about coming back later when they were ready.

Altair felt cold though and his palms were sweaty. He took a deep, shuddering breath and released the air slowly between his lips.

“Have dinner with me”, Malik finally said and his facial expression softened. “It's not all about sex, you know?” And Altair looked up at him as he settled back into his chair.

“You're not asking me to go out with you, are you? I mean, this isn't a date.” Altair made a waving motion with his hand.

Malik smiled and he emptied the last bit of his beverage and hid his grin behind the glass. “I think we're right in the middle of it.”
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