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Title: Appetite

Author: Nyarlathotep

Series: Assassin’s Creed

Characters/Pairings: Altaïr/Malik

Rating: MA

Specific Warnings: rough (but loving) anal sex

Appetite

It still amazed Malik sometimes, that after so many years and so much hardship to their bodies and their spirits, that Altaïr still had such unrelenting passion for him. Altaïr's relationship with Maria had not lessened his desire for Malik in the slightest and she had eventually come to understand that it was not a threat to their family. The birth and rearing of Altaïr's children had not changed his appetite at all and not even the long months that stretched on to years when they had been apart, while Malik remained at Masyaf and Altaïr took his family on the quest for Kahn's piece of Eden could drive that lust from him and he sought Malik first when they returned, falling upon him in the library at mid-day.

Nothing could break their bond or dilute their mutual desire for one another and all those who had ever tried had come to know that it could not be done.

They needed each other.

They had an understanding.

Malik could take the full force of Altaïr's strength without damage or complaint. He was tough as a piece of steel and pliant as an olive bough. He pulled no punches and held nothing back. When Altaïr pressed him, Malik pulled to him. Malik could handle anything Altaïr could give him and he could understand and appreciate the man's unrestrained force, the limitless vitality that remained even as he aged.

Altaïr's hips worked at a brutal pace, the slap of their skin like the snap of a flag in strong wind. His arms were taut and tense, with elbows planted into the cushions on either side of Malik's head as the man clung tenaciously to him with both legs locked about his waist and single remaining arm across his upper back, with strong fingers tightened into his hair.

They snapped at one another like animals, marking each other on the neck and shoulders with teeth and not bothering to soothe the welts.

Such comfort would wait.

When Malik let go of Altaïr's hair to tend himself, The Grand Master snarled and gripped his wrist, wrenching it up to pin it to the bed as he changed the angle of his body, planting his knees wide and roughly hoisting Malik up into a high arch.

With so little purchase Malik could only twist his single hand into the bed-curtain over his head as Altaïr resumed thrusting in and up, the natural curve of him rubbing mercilessly over a hot, sensitive place inside Malik that made his sex jerk and well clear fluid in a slick stream onto his belly.

Altaïr's body pitched forward over him, strong arms now locked beneath Malik's lower back to keep him bent like a short bow as he slowed the frequency with which he plunged in but increased the intensity. Malik cried out and tore the silk bed-curtain he gripped, throwing his head back into the cushions, jaw clenched as Altaïr's hips came up flush against his ass with jarring impact, swollen sex driving him open with so much force Malik swore his back teeth rattled; grinding over that spot within him to make Malik tighten and grip his length. After so many years Altaïr knew exactly how to exploit Malik's sensitivities to their mutual benefit. He would never take Malik simply to sate his own appetite. The Grand Master's lust for his oldest friend and dearest companion may have been immense but so also was his respect.

They were both slick with oil and sweat and Altaïr groaned above him, pulling himself out and rolling Malik onto his stomach, only barely giving his one armed Second a chance to raise his ass before he was pushing back inside, spreading Malik with strong thumbs and pressing in as deep as he could possibly go before flattening the man to the bed with his weight and grinding down into him with renewed ferocity.

When Malik stopped swearing and groaning and began to just pant and rut deliriously against the cushion beneath him for relief, Altaïr worked a hand down under him, between his aching manhood and the cushion, just running a teasing thumb repeatedly over his crown, spreading the slickness that pulsed out of him at every thrust.

Malik ached to finally be allowed release. He could feel himself tensing in his thighs and lower belly, his toes and fingers tingled and his core was on fire with need. His manhood throbbed in time with his racing heart and sent little jolts of pain and pleasure up through his root as the oversensitive member was stroked by calloused fingers. He was so very close, he could almost let himself go and when the grip on him suddenly changed so that as Altaïr drove into him, it pushed him right through the gap between the fingers on Altaïr's incomplete hand, he did finally fall.

Altaïr brought him over just as he always did, howling his ecstasy with artful, fluent cursing. Altaïr finished as roughly as he had started, releasing Malik's spent manhood and drawing himself up behind the bent man, gripping his hips with both hands and digging nine points of dominance into Malik's flesh. He threw himself forward with a short cry and held himself deep inside, pulsing out in strong jerks that Malik could feel as erotic tremors that shuddered up his back and raised goose-flesh on his thighs and arm and chest despite the heat.

They fell against the bed and each other, breathing hard and enjoying the residual pulses of pleasure that jangled their nerves. Malik slipped out of focus for a few moments but came to when Altaïr settled beside him on the cushions, kissing his shoulder.

"I love you..." Altaïr's voice hummed against Malik's ear.

"It is unfair for you to only say that immediately after you have pounded me lifeless." The one armed man groused, grinding his face into the crook of his elbow.

"I am sorry." Another kiss, this one against his temple.

"I forgive you."

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