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Whispers In The Dark	By : Imoshen Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 2992 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Whispers
In The Dark

He
couldn't say anymore how it had come to this, finding himself in that
position now. Maybe the circumstances which had lead to this weren't
that important anymore and he asked himself why he was thinking of
such things when it felt so
good
at the same time. All the questions didn't matter anymore and faded
to the back of his head while the warmth which started to spread
through his body consumed his worries like the sun did the fog in the
morning. The hand and lips on his skin did everything to make him
forget and yes, he wanted to. All that mattered now was that he
was
there, together, with him.
He let himself fall, a leap of faith, and it would be him
who
would catch him. Detached from all his worries, from the shadows of
his past, the only thing that mattered was the Here and Now. No more,
no less. His own lips found the throat of the man and his teeth bit
gently, while his body was pressed against the other's. He felt every
muscle, every bone and every curve shivering underneath him and he
wanted to lose himself in the moment. He brushed his fingers against
ribs and it earned him a squirm and a suppressed laughter as he
touched the tanned skin and found a ticklish spot. All he wanted to
feel was the warmth, the desire and perfection. His hands had a will
of their own while his mind tried to keep up with them. There was
nothing, nothing he could do to stop the lust, and by Allah, he
wanted to burn through those flames. Never had he felt so close to
life and there weren't any boundaries that could hold him.

When
he looked up, Malik lifted his arm above his head, and his fingers,
which had only seconds ago traced the fine line of ribs, curled
around his hand and pressed it down to the dusty floor. They entwined
around each other and he squeezed hard as if he wanted to say 'It's
alright'. There wasn't anything more beautiful than the man lying
underneath him, seeing how his chest rose and fell with every breath
Malik took while he propped himself up on his elbow. His chest was
bare and the only thing Malik wore was a thin pair of trousers, while
he himself was still fully clothed. Only minutes ago had he come back
from a mission and all he had taken off so far were his throwing
knives and sword. He even wore his hood still, which hid his face in
deep shadows.

For
a moment time stood still and all he could do was to try to burn the
image of the body which lay sprawled before him into his memories so
he would never forget. He watched how his lips parted slightly and
the tip of his tongue appeared to wet them while his eyes fell shut
and he leaned forward to kiss him. It was a soft kiss, nothing
compared to the one they had shared after he'd fallen through the
roof-opening of the bureau and suddenly stood in front of him. It was
like the touch of a feather when he found Malik's mouth and kissed
the corner of it before he pulled away. His own breath was heavy and
sweat tickled him in the neck. His eyes roamed over the others body
as if they were following a map. He started at the tip of Malik's
nose, down the line to his lips and collarbone, further to his
shoulders and arm – at least where his arm would've been hadn't
it been for him and his arrogance so many months ago.

Pain
and guilt let his breath hitch when the memory caught him. He didn't
want to lose himself into it, didn't want to get consumed by whirling
shadows and the whisper of screams. No, it wasn't what mattered now.
It lay behind him and he wouldn't allow himself to burn through those
flames of self-pity, when everything that was important was just
ahead of him. He let go of his hand and touched the stump of his arm
with his fingertips. He followed curved and padded scars, brushing up
to his shoulder before repeating the small friction. Goosebumps
spread over flesh where his fingers met it and he looked up into the
face of the other, suddenly afraid as he didn't know if the long
healed wounds still hurt or if his actions caused any discomfort. But
he didn't see any of it and he grasped dark hair and kissed him
again, this time with more force.

When
he withdraw again and pulled back his head, a thin string of saliva
hung between them and tore when he brought his lips next to Malik's
ear: "You know how this will end if we don't stop." His
voice sounded breathy and hoarse and he rolled himself onto his back
and stared at the ceiling. He could hear the rustle of clothes and
out of the corner of his eye he saw how Malik slowly rose into a
sitting position. His elbow rested upon his knee and for a couple of
breaths none of them said anything before Altair covered his eyes
with his arm.

"Altair..."

And
a shudder went through his body as he listened to Malik saying his
name and how it rolled off his lips. He thought he had never heard
anyone speaking it with such emotion.

The
wooden floor underneath them creaked as Malik shifted his weight and
used his arm to prop himself up to hover above Altair. "Look at
me."

Slowly,
he let his arm drop and stared at the face of the older man. He
blinked against whirling dust and felt how Malik bent down to kiss
him. The fingers of Malik's hand tugged at his hood and pulled it
away. He raked through his hair and his nails scratched against his
scalp. He repeated his movements and Altair closed his eyes, relaxing
before he pulled the other man onto his chest.

"Would
you regret it if we would go all the way?", Malik whispered into
his ear and his breath tickled him.

Altair
absorbed Malik's scent and he whispered "No", just as
quietly as Malik had and he wondered if it had been heard at all. He
could make out the sound of crickets and a dog's barking from far
away. It was so silent that night and the sky was free of clouds. He
opened his eyes when Malik straddled his hips and started to push
Altair's robes aside so his chest lay bare. He leaned down to kiss
his throat before his lips trailed a wet path down to his collarbone
and stomach.

Malik's
hand disappeared between their bodies and stopped above his crotch.
His fingers pressed softly against the taunt fabric over his arousal
while Altair quivered and dug his nails into his palms. He sighed
deeply as Malik massaged him with rhythmic movements while he bit on
one of his nipples. He put his arms around Malik's shoulders and
rested one of his hands at his neck. The Assassin brushed absently
between the Dai's shoulder-blades and dropped further down until his
fingers found the soft, round flesh of his backside. He pinched him
in a playful way and laughed softly when Malik grunted
disapprovingly. Altair rose his knees and pushed with both hands
against Malik's shoulders gesturing for him to sit up. Malik
straddled his lap and used Altair's thighs for support, leaning
against them with his back.

He
saw Malik looking confused, uncertain why Altair had stopped him
within his touches.

He
took his time watching Malik, a smile played around his lips and a
tingling sensation started to build inside his body as he was
overwhelmed by his own feelings. His hand lay loosely on Malik's
collarbone and he brushed his fingertips further up.

He
closed his eyes and pressed his face against Altair's exploring hand.
He turned slightly to kiss his palm. "You're not hurt?", he
murmured quietly and Altair's thumb went against his bottom lip and
as soon as he had finished his sentence, Malik began to suck on it
gently. Altair laughed softly, but in the quiet of the night it
sounded almost loud.

"No.
It was an easy kill. Or do you hear the bells?" He pulled his
hand away and Malik used his against Altair's chest to brace himself
when he opened his eyes.

"I'm
impressed. Who would have thought that a stubborn novice like you
could still learn."

Altair
wasn't angry, his words had been spoken softly and a smile lay upon
Malik's face. He lifted his hips and the other man fell forward onto
him. He caught himself just in time, his face only inches away from
Altair's while his hand pressed against the wall behind them for
support. He lifted his head and his tongue licked across Malik's lips
before he took the bottom between his teeth to suck at it. His breath
was hot while he moaned softly and Altair's hips thrust upwards to
meet his while Malik turned his head to the side and Altair took his
offer and kissed his throat. Altair's teeth brushed against the
sensitive skin there and he felt him trembling. The Dai's hand found
the fabric of his open robes and pushed them down over his shoulders
before he lifted his upper body to make it easier for Malik to open
his sash and strip him of it and once he was rid of his clothes, he
threw all of it to the side.

Malik's
hand roamed over his body and his nails dug into his shoulder and
scratched down his arm. He had hurt his skin but it wasn't deep
enough to bleed. Altair threw his head back while he bent his back as
he relaxed into the man's touch and Malik used the opportunity to
bite him at the juncture where his neck met his shoulder. Altair
couldn't suppress a groan. He felt desire deep inside of him and his
cock was throbbing and hard. Again he was thrusting against Malik's
hips and he heard him laughing.

"Altair
- what are you doing to me?", he heard him ask and he could only
shake his head.

He
didn't know, he wouldn't know. If anything then he had to ask Malik
the same question. He knew what they both did was wrong in the eyes
of society. It wasn't natural, something forbidden. He couldn't say
why Malik triggered those feelings inside of him, but he couldn't and
wouldn't fight against them. Everything Malik did felt far too good
for him to do so. It was such a wonderful moment and he wanted it to
never end - those feelings were buried far too deep within his soul.
He felt connected to Malik in such a beautiful way that he thought he
would die if he were to cut through those strings. No, he couldn't
help himself and he grabbed Malik's hair and pulled his head from his
shoulder.

He
pushed the man away and rose on shaky legs. He watched Malik
swallowing hard, his Adam's Apple moving up and down as he looked up
at Altair. His palms felt wet as he opened his trousers. He pulled
them down slowly and toed off his boots. In the end he stood naked in
front of Malik while he saw him blushing. He grinned widely and
thought he had never seen a more handsome man. He watched Malik
getting on his knees as he closed the distance between them. His
mouth was only inches away from his cock which stood hard and proud
between his legs.

The
older man looked up while his arm curled around his hip, his flat
hand pressing against the small of Altair's back. Then his eyes went
forward and he licked softly against the tip.

Altair
closed his eyes as he quivered with expectation. Malik's touches were
gentle and the longer he caressed his shaft the more Altair thought
he would lose his mind. One of his hands lay atop of his head pushing
Malik's hair from his eyes. It was a loving gesture, innocent really,
and Altair knew it wasn't enough, never would be because what Malik
gave him was that much more precious, so precious that nothing he
could offer would ever do it justice.

He
tried to remember the first time when he had started to look
differently at the other man. Altair had always admired Malik. It
constantly seemed as if his mind was at ease no matter how bad the
situation got. He possessed tactical ability and when he fought he
kept a clear head, always watching his opponent's movements while he
held himself back and only when he'd found every single weak point
would he strike. That hadn't changed when he'd lost his arm. It'd
made his senses all the more focused on his surroundings and his
tongue sharp like a sword. Altair believed that it was what he loved
the most about Malik. When he looked at Altair, he didn't just look.
He watched him as if his soul was laid bare in front of him and there
was nothing he could hide. Malik was able to see every single layer
of his personality, every little fragment that made Altair the way he
was.

And
finally, finally Malik took him into his mouth and he began to suck
while his tongue danced across his flesh. A deep, dark moan crawled
up in his throat while Malik laughed and the vibrations sent a bolt
of pleasure through his body. His knees grew weak and Altair didn't
know how much longer he would be able to hold himself upright,
because what Malik did was breathtaking. The Dai however started to
move his head rhythmically up and down while his lips were wrapped
tight around his shaft. His grip in Malik's hair tightened while he
leaned with his back against the wall, his legs slightly spread. His
gaze went to the ceiling and he thought his body stood on fire. He
could feel the rough texture of stones scratching against his skin
while he panted softly. But when Malik pressed his tongue flat
against his cock while he began to suck harder still, all of his
surroundings faded until all he could feel were those lips around
him.

He
pushed a little bit forward to bury himself deeper in the heat and he
heard Malik choking, but he didn't care. Something warm pooled inside
of his stomach, making him forget everything. His mind went wild and,
by Allah, it had been too long since the last time he'd found release
and Altair knew he wouldn't last for very long. Malik's tongue was
evil, torturing him with small licks and the light scratching of
teeth. Heat was rising in his cheeks and spread down to his chest,
his fist in Malik's hair pulling. Altair's other hand came up to wipe
his face as he felt the sweat standing on his brow. He bit into it to
muffle a groan, tasting his own salty skin. He looked down and saw
Malik watching and he could have come right then and there by the
sight alone. Malik's eyes were glassy, his pupils dilated and a blush
was covering his hollowed cheeks and chest. He was breathing hard
through his nose as he let go of Altair's hips and brought his hand
to his shaft, fondling his balls.

The
sensation was almost too much to bear and he let go of Malik's head
to press his hands flat against the wall to keep himself from
falling. He bent slightly forward, trying to seek as much of the
touch as possible and his breath came erratic and fast. He felt the
world and the contours of the room fading as his field of view began
to shrink. The tips of his fingers and toes started to tingle, his
legs were weak and his chest burned. He shut his eyes tightly, his
fingers curled to a fist as everything started to spin. Altair panted
loudly into the silence of the night, the cool air brushing against
his skin and the knot that kept building inside his stomach drew
incredibly tight. And then, then it was there, the wave of desire
that washed over his body, bringing him to the edge and with a loud,
long moan he tumbled into the abyss of total bliss and further still.
He was falling fast, his knees buckled and he grabbed Malik's
shoulders violently as he came, digging his nails into the Dai's
skin.

Malik
swallowed around him, taking all of his semen in and only when Altair
stopped shaking, he pulled away, his lips wet from saliva as he
licked over them, a smile upon his face.

He
looked at Altair from underneath his lashes, the flat of his palm
slowly creeping over his body up to his shoulder and he gently pushed
him down to the ground. He silently gestured to Altair to get on his
hands and knees and he did, licking his dry lips as his body was
recovering from the sensation of his own orgasm and his muscles were
shivering underneath his weight. He felt Malik shifting behind him,
bending his body over Altair's back, his hand coming around, his
fingers brushing at his lips.

"Suck",
he ordered and his voice was dark and thick with lust.

Altair
obeyed, opening his mouth while his tongue swirled around the digits,
wetting them thoroughly. It earned him a shiver and a low moan from
Malik and he smiled around the fingers inside his mouth, taking them
deeper in because he wanted to hear that again. Malik's skin tasted
salty and he put as much effort into the task as possible.

When
they were dripping wet, Malik pulled away, his hand lying on his
behind, one finger slowly pushing inside Altair.

He
closed his eyes at the foreign feeling and it burned just a little as
he was slowly stretched. Never had he done this before, but doing it
with Malik felt natural. He tried to relax his muscles on instinct,
somehow knowing the pain would pass then. The body of the other man
was embracing him, making him feel safe and whole despite the fact
that he was at his most vulnerable right now. A small amount of shame
lingered at the back of his head for showing himself to the Dai in
such an exposed way. But Malik made a small soothing noise as he felt
how Altair tensed and he knew that it was alright, that everything
was fine, because it was Malik who was doing this to him, Malik
whom
he shared this moment with and he felt the deep burning of trust
consuming him slowly and he closed his eyes as he started to lose
himself in that emotion.

When
Malik passed the tight ring of muscles, his finger started to pump
slowly while soon a second and a third followed. Altair went down,
resting his head on his arms, his breath hitching as his body was
inflamed with new desire. This was heaven, must have been, because it
felt too amazing to be real. Malik's chest was pressed against his
back, his skin slick with sweat as he moved his hand, thrusting in
and out of him. He soon started panting, whimpering as he was
stretched, cursing softly underneath his breath while he pressed into
Malik's touch. This couldn't be a sin, not for him, not for Malik.
All his life he had kept pushing people away as he feared he would
eventually lose them to death. He lived the life of an Assassin and
had watched many of his Brothers die through the blade of a Templar
or by the hand of a traitor. When his father had found death while
Altair had watched the sword dashing down, cutting through his neck,
he had sworn to himself that he would never again lose someone he
loved. It had made him lonely, even arrogant and it had lead to the
loss of Malik's brother and his arm. But now it was different,
because now he shared this most intimate moment with a man who
possessed enough strength to forgive him and his soul lay open for
Malik to see and, Allah, Altair wanted to be seen.

Malik's
movements stopped, withdrawing his fingers and he could have cried
out at the sudden loss, because it felt like everything inside of him
shattered to a million pieces. But he could hear Malik fumbling with
his trousers and his breathing deepened as he made out the head of
his cock pressing at his entrance. For a couple of seconds, nothing
happened. Malik went still behind him, half bent over his back while
Altair pressed his face into the hollow of his elbows, his eyes
staying shut as he waited for what was about to come. Then, slowly,
ever so slowly, Malik pressed inside of him and Altair would have
cried out if it hadn't been for his pride. Instead he bit his lips,
muffling the sounds that wanted to force their way through them.
Malik's hand kept stroking his back and crept around his hips to his
stomach until his fingers found his soft member. He lazily stroked
him until Altair started slowly to get hard again. It surprised him a
little that he was able to anyway after he had come so short ago.

Malik
squeezed and he gasped. At the same time Malik pushed himself all the
way in and he threw his head back, his mouth opened in a silent cry.
Again the older man stopped, waiting for him to adjust to the
sensation, nuzzling his neck, biting and kissing all together. He let
his tongue run over his skin before he pulled his lips back to blow
air onto the wet flesh and Altair shuddered.

Behind
closed eyes he saw colors he'd never seen before as everything else
felt surreal and out of place. He thought he was drowning, those dark
emotions that had been buried for all these years pulling him deeper
into his mind to the bottom of his soul. Altair never had been a
religious man, never believed that there was a god, but now, now he
was praying for his own sanity.

Malik
pulled his hand away from his cock and started to move then. It took
him back to the surface while Altair gasped for air and moaned as he
set a slow pace. He was gentle and he could tell that he held back as
his whole body was trembling and Altair pushed against him to meet
Malik's thrusts; just as if to say 'You can move faster' and then, oh
Allah, where had he learned to roll his hips like that? It was just
Malik now, moving inside of him, turning his world slowly upside down
as Altair lost his inner battle. His mind went blank as his senses
were flooded with pure ecstasy.

His
arms scraped over the floor, splinters stuck to his skin while Malik
was pounding into him. He pushed himself onto his arms, his head
bowed and all he could do was gasp for air while his bangs hung into
his eyes. One of his hands went to his erection and he started to
pump while his thumb kept brushing over the tip. "Malik-",
he whispered, "please..." and didn't really know for what
he asked, but he knew that he wanted,
that
he needed.
The Dai scratched his nails all the way down over his back and
smacked him on his behind. Altair yelped and moaned altogether,
pressing back.

The
room was filled with the noise of skin slapping against skin.

Malik
leaned down, his mouth hovering at the shell of Altair's ear. "What
is it you want?", he whispered and his hand came around to pinch
one of his nipples.

"Ngh...!"
Altair bit down onto his lips while he curved his back and he
fastened the speed of his own hand. "Don't go", he breathed
while he pressed his eyes shut as hot air crawled over his neck.
"Stay with me", he added between moans while Malik leaned
back to grab his hip and pushed deeper still.

Altair
was overwhelmed by his own desire and emotions. This, all of this was
just too much for him. He couldn't believe how lucky he was that he
could be with Malik, that Malik
returned
his affection, that Malik needed
this as much as him. There was so much he wanted to say, but he
couldn't find the words let alone let them pass his lips. He wanted
to thank Malik and he didn't even know why and he laughed because all
of this seemed so out of place. He almost feared that it was nothing
but a good dream, that in truth he slept underneath the sky out in
the desert all by himself. Altair remembered suddenly when he had
traveled through Asia. He had been bitten by a mosquito and he hadn't
paid it much attention, but the small wound got infected and he had
suffered from a fever that had almost killed him – it was
ironic, really, to think that a small, tiny mosquito almost had
succeeded where all men before had failed. He had feverish dreams for
several nights and there had been one time when he had dreamed about
Malik. It was innocent and in his dream he had watched Malik standing
in front of him at Masyaf, talking to him. It had felt very real to
Altair and he still knew how crushed he'd felt when he realized that
it hadn't been true.

Malik
hit a spot then and Altair thought he could see white light behind
his closed lids while he took a sharp breath in and he stopped
completely with everything he was doing. His whole body shook and he
held his breath while he didn't dare to move. Altair had never before
felt anything like this and everything he'd wanted to say was
forgotten as the bliss took over his body once more.

Malik
made a choked noise behind him, his nails digging into his skin,
bruising it. "You're- absolutely beautiful – like this",
he told him underneath heavy breathing and Altair shook his head
while the hand of the Dai covered his own on his cock and started to
move, guiding Altair that way. Altair's lips parted and his breath
started to become more and more erratic. He felt how Malik shifted
his weight and was thrusting into him from a different angle and in
that new position? He hit that spot deep inside of Altair very, very
nicely...

"F—fu—fuck...!",
Altair stuttered and his balls drew tight against his body as he knew
there wasn't much time left before he would come again.

"You
have such a filthy mouth sometimes, Altair", Malik purred behind
him while he let go of his hand just to slap Altair on his behind,
but some of the cockiness was lost between pants and deep moans. "I
– should teach you - a... a lesson sometimes", he breathed
heavily while Altair's fingers strengthened their grip on his member.
Malik leaned around, his hand coming between his legs to cover
Altair's once more.

Malik's
words went straight to his cock and he couldn't help himself but
moan. At first Altair would have thought it would take him longer now
to come a second time so soon, but he already felt himself dancing
again at the edge of the abyss. He tried to pump himself faster, a
little harder, but Malik held him and forced his own speed on him. He
could hear the older man chuckle behind him. "You're... a
little... eager today", his words were panted and Altair thought
he couldn't take any of this any longer. His body felt weak, his arm
was quivering underneath his weight and he still fought against
Malik's grip.

He
wanted
to
come.

"Malik...",
he whispered his name again and kept saying it like a mantra while he
lost himself into his own ecstasy. He thought he heard Malik laughing
behind him, but he couldn't say for sure. He had already lost his
mind and was helpless against the man and his touches. He felt his
muscles cramp and his nails dig into the wooden floor so hard that
they almost bent backwards and his tongue hurt where he had bitten on
it. Then, Malik let finally go of him and Altair immediately sped his
movements up while he felt Malik's fingers brushing against the skin
of his neck down to his throat where they wrapped around it. Suddenly
the Dai pressed down, cutting off his air. Altair gasped and the room
in front of him started to spin while he was rasping. Black dots
started to dance in front of his eyes soon and he heard his blood
rushing loudly inside his ears. His body grew hot, so very, very hot
while he pushed himself from the floor, rising up as Malik held him
by his throat, pulling Altair down onto his cock while he was
thrusting into him with inhuman speed.

Too
much, it was too much and right before Altair thought he might pass
out the world went silent. All he could hear were his own shuddering
breaths, his mouth hanging open, his eyes closed. For a brief second
he went slack against Malik as he couldn't move. Everything inside
him pulled together into a small ball of white and Altair was miles
away from reality as he felt as if he was floating above his own
body. And then, then everything forced its way out of him, the little
white ball exploding into millions of pieces and he was pulled back
fast into his own body as the wave of pleasure crushed over him,
taking everything with it as it left him half-dead behind. He barely
felt Malik moving, pounding still into him but he could hear him
whispering words into his ear, his hand stroking from his throat down
his chest, soothing him before his breath hitched and he came too
with a violent shudder that took a hold of his whole body.

It
was silent then for a long time and Altair thought he would never
move again. His chest rose and fell with his own breathing as he lay
half atop Malik, his back pressing into the other man's shoulders.
His whole body shook with the aftermath of his second orgasm and he
brushed the sweat off his face with the back of his hand. He could
still feel Malik inside of him while his cum slowly trickled out of
him and down Altair's thighs. It took the Assassin awhile to find his
voice again and he cleared his throat. "I can't - move...",
he rasped and swallowed hard. He closed his eyes while a goofy grin
spread over his face. "Allah, I think I will never move again",
he chuckled and soon laughter forced its way out of his throat and
shook his whole body. He felt like a lunatic.

Malik
pulled him closer, turning his body until their chests met, Altair's
head resting on his shoulders so he could brush the light brown hair
out of the younger man's face. He grinned down at Altair while a low
chuckle formed inside his throat. "I take it as a compliment
then", he told him and his voice was barely a whisper.

He
lifted his head and kissed Malik. It was a deep, gentle kiss and he
put everything he could offer into it. His fingers laid spread
against the Dai's chest playing with the hair there. He felt light
like his body didn't weigh anything while it was difficult for him to
move at all. "That was...", he cleared his throat once
more, "different – from the things we usually do." He
felt heat spreading to his cheeks and buried his face into Malik's
shoulder.

"Hn",
Malik murmured and brushed his lips over his temple, "it seemed
as if you enjoyed yourself." He pulled him closer while he
brought his legs over Altair's. "Though I have to ask", he
murmured into the top of his head. "When I asked you what you
wanted – you said 'don't go'. Are you that insecure, Altair?",
he snickered.

And
with much effort he propped himself on one elbow, looking down at
Malik with ruffled hair which took a little of the intensity he
stared with at the older man. He shook his head slowly, his eyes
never leaving Malik's. His cheeks were still red from the exercise,
his eyes still glassy but Malik seemed utterly at peace. He used his
index-finger to trace the lines of his face, starting at his brow.
Altair leaned down then, his lips brushing against his ear.

Altair
could say now how it had come to this, how he found himself in that
position after all. It felt good to think about it while he finally
found the answers to all of his questions as they emerged from the
bottom of his soul now. He'd taken a leap of faith and he had
gathered so much more out of it than he could have ever hoped. Malik
held him and when he looked down and into his eyes, his worries were
gone while his mind was slowly settling in peace. His breathing
deepened and he focused on the warmth that took a hold of his body,
his heart and...

"I'm
not that insecure – just hopelessly in love", he whispered
against Malik's skin in the darkness.

Life
was good.

Fin
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Whispers In The Dark