There was nothing Malik hated more than being treated like a fragile being. No matter the pain that momentarily racked his spine, as if his bones suddenly started to melt, he did not want Altair to stop now. His fingers clawed at the nape of the assassin's neck – a vulnerable spot for them all – and to feel Altair froze was rewarding in itself. But the man still did not move – it was unbearable, if he did not do something soon, he will just suffocate. The pain made his breath shallow and erratic but it was nothing he could not handle. He wanted it – wanted him – more than he ever did. His fingers racked through Altair's short hair, slithering between their two bodies to move across his strong back. He could feel the some scars criss-crossing the tense muscles he found – nails biting into the skin, back arching as much as he could to get Altair to move. And it worked, the heavy weight of his lover seemingly leaving him, as if to allow him to breath more freely, only to slam back into him. It was almost enough to send his head reeling backward, a breathless sound breaking through his barriers when he could hear it again. The eagle was losing it – it made him smile, to think that finally Altair was letting go. He had no idea why it pleased him so, but the feeling of this strong man holding him, filling him, had something to do with it. It was maddening – no one had ever gotten this close to him – even less after the temple's débâcle. The pain still cut through him but it was starting to fade with each thrust, pleasure building up – his free hand leaving marks, gliding on the sweat-covered skin. A hand had sneaked around his waist, as if to hold him closer, forcing more of his weight on his shoulders – lips kissing and caressing his chest and neck – devouring him. He was not used to this – to be preyed upon – but here he was, ensnared by a predator he knew too well. He would be lying, he needed this – this pain, the almost violent embrace – the only way he could feel alive. Fingers brushing against his lips – catching them, on a whim – sucking and licking, only to relish in the sounds this drew from the assassin. Scorching heat against his skin – the drowning sensation that had him clutching to Altair for dear life as he met each thrust with one of his own, as if his own body refused to let the man take over. It was useless, but he would be damned if he did not love that feeling. It was not enough – those fingers were not enough – it was not forceful enough. He wrenched his head on the side, forcing Altair to look at him. A smile crept on his features as he used his full weight to make them roll on the mattress, barely avoiding a rough fall on the ground. There was a bit of unhealthy victory in his stance, he knew it – to have the eagle lying under him on that bed. Until said man decided to sit, his arms preventing him from falling backward, only to draw him in a bruising kiss. Their teeth met and he could taste blood when he bit down once more. He knew Altair did not mind it – in fact, welcomed it. From his current position, Malik could get more – more of this man he craved, more of his touch – just more.

It was something Altair had often wished to see – to have the usually dignified and gruff dai of Jerusalem – in his lap, impaling himself on his hardened body, his eyes fluttering shut one moment before they crucify him once more to the spot. He never expected Malik to wait for him to do all the work – in fact, he would not have wanted it any other way. His fingers could run on the strong back of the once-assassin, mapping those planes and hollows, digging were bones met muscles, down his spine. Smiling inwardly, he clutched the dai's buttocks, which he knew was the thing to do to aggravate Malik. And an infuriated Malik was just what he wanted. He could feel those strong legs tense at his sides, forcing the dai's body upward, only to have him fall back onto him. The sensation had him crying out – forget it, angered Malik made for an evil Malik. A man who was now trying to literally plunder his mouth – and succeeding. The eagle let him adjust and find a better angle, before he took over and set their pace.