"Sentiments shared. You're seriously going to propose?" Malik couldn't help but be a bit more than incredulous. In the ten years he had known Ezio, he and Leonardo had been in what could have been easily considered an open relationship from Ezio's point of view. Technically, Leonardo was also more than welcome to sleep with whoever he wanted as well, but refrained, unless it involved Ezio and another person. Malik assumed it had something to do with being the older of the two.
Meanwhile, Ezio was quite frankly a slut.
"Well, I'll be thirty soon, and quite old," Ezio began, holding his hands as if to ward off the protests from the two men. Altaïr and Malik, both being over thirty, blankly stared once more. "No, no, don't try to convince me otherwise, dear friends. I know I'll be old. I think I've sowed my wild oats enough for a life time."
"Several lifetimes," Altaïr mumbled, earning a punch from Ezio and a grin from Malik.
The box was handed back and pocketed once more, Malik staying against Altaïr's side. Malik didn't like the look Ezio was giving them, however, the narrowed, knowing look sinking a little too deep. "Yes, well, I figured you would be absolutely thrilled. I suppose I do not have the support of my family, then" Ezio said, turning his head away from them.
"Oh, come off it," Altaïr said, rolling his eyes. "You know we support you, love Leonardo, all that jazz. We're just not surprised. Take it as a compliment or something. Like... we've known all along that you two belong with each other."
"We do, don't we," Ezio said fondly, his smile private as he looked down to his hands. It made Malik's chest feel oddly warm. He chalked it up to the illness.
"When do you plan on doing it?" Malik asked instead of dwelling.
Ezio's face lit up once more, the wide smile back in place that made the notch of a scar stand stark white on his face. "Tonight, actually," he said, coming to stand with a brush of his pants. "I'm off to see dear Des, and then I'm going home to set up our love nest."
"Gross," Malik said before he could help himself, Altaïr's catching Ezio's wrist as he went for a punch.
"Gelosia is the ugliest trait, Malik," Ezio said with a faint smirk, narrowing dodging the swinging kick Malik had aimed for his nuts. "And so is violence. Good bye, mia famiglia! I'll either make Des stop by with some soup for you or the beast herself, yeah?"
"Yeah," Malik echoed, curling up on the couch again with a soft yawn. "Thanks."
"No problem. I'll call tonight to let you know how it goes!" And with that, Ezio was sweeping from the room. Not before pressing a kiss to the top of Altaïr's head, skirting away before he could lash out.
"Fake-Italian bastard," Altaïr mumbled with a sigh, scratching his fingers over the stubble there. "Leonardo needs to stop teaching him things."
"Ezio told me Leonardo loves it when he calls him maestro in bed," Malik answered, falling over to lay on the couch once more. He pressed his face into Altaïr's thigh to suppress a yawn, tilting his head up when his fingers settled into his hair.
The tug was sharp, causing Malik to hiss and glare up at Altaïr. "Why on Earth did you feel the need to share that?"
"So I don't suffer alone with that knowledge?" Malik offered with a shrug, laughing when Altaïr grabbed the nearest pillow with the intent to smother him.
*
When Malik woke up he found Kadar staring at him intently, brows furrowed and a frown pulling his face.
"Go away," Malik mumbled, pushing his face away with his hand and turning away from his brother. The action pushed his face into Altaïr's crotch, the man above him giving a low groan and resting his hand against Malik's head.
"Baby, please. Not in front of your brother."
It was with a harsh sigh that Malik pushed himself up to sit, glaring at a smirking Altaïr. "You're an ass," he accused, his attention turning to Kadar after, "And what do you want?"
"I wanted to know if you were feeling okay," Kadar said defensively, crossing his arms loosely over his chest as he moved from his crouching position to sit in front of the couch now. "Pardon me for worrying."
(Malik/Altaïr, mpreg) Untitled, 1.g/?
Meanwhile, Ezio was quite frankly a slut.
"Well, I'll be thirty soon, and quite old," Ezio began, holding his hands as if to ward off the protests from the two men. Altaïr and Malik, both being over thirty, blankly stared once more. "No, no, don't try to convince me otherwise, dear friends. I know I'll be old. I think I've sowed my wild oats enough for a life time."
"Several lifetimes," Altaïr mumbled, earning a punch from Ezio and a grin from Malik.
The box was handed back and pocketed once more, Malik staying against Altaïr's side. Malik didn't like the look Ezio was giving them, however, the narrowed, knowing look sinking a little too deep. "Yes, well, I figured you would be absolutely thrilled. I suppose I do not have the support of my family, then" Ezio said, turning his head away from them.
"Oh, come off it," Altaïr said, rolling his eyes. "You know we support you, love Leonardo, all that jazz. We're just not surprised. Take it as a compliment or something. Like... we've known all along that you two belong with each other."
"We do, don't we," Ezio said fondly, his smile private as he looked down to his hands. It made Malik's chest feel oddly warm. He chalked it up to the illness.
"When do you plan on doing it?" Malik asked instead of dwelling.
Ezio's face lit up once more, the wide smile back in place that made the notch of a scar stand stark white on his face. "Tonight, actually," he said, coming to stand with a brush of his pants. "I'm off to see dear Des, and then I'm going home to set up our love nest."
"Gross," Malik said before he could help himself, Altaïr's catching Ezio's wrist as he went for a punch.
"Gelosia is the ugliest trait, Malik," Ezio said with a faint smirk, narrowing dodging the swinging kick Malik had aimed for his nuts. "And so is violence. Good bye, mia famiglia! I'll either make Des stop by with some soup for you or the beast herself, yeah?"
"Yeah," Malik echoed, curling up on the couch again with a soft yawn. "Thanks."
"No problem. I'll call tonight to let you know how it goes!" And with that, Ezio was sweeping from the room. Not before pressing a kiss to the top of Altaïr's head, skirting away before he could lash out.
"Fake-Italian bastard," Altaïr mumbled with a sigh, scratching his fingers over the stubble there. "Leonardo needs to stop teaching him things."
"Ezio told me Leonardo loves it when he calls him maestro in bed," Malik answered, falling over to lay on the couch once more. He pressed his face into Altaïr's thigh to suppress a yawn, tilting his head up when his fingers settled into his hair.
The tug was sharp, causing Malik to hiss and glare up at Altaïr. "Why on Earth did you feel the need to share that?"
"So I don't suffer alone with that knowledge?" Malik offered with a shrug, laughing when Altaïr grabbed the nearest pillow with the intent to smother him.
When Malik woke up he found Kadar staring at him intently, brows furrowed and a frown pulling his face.
"Go away," Malik mumbled, pushing his face away with his hand and turning away from his brother. The action pushed his face into Altaïr's crotch, the man above him giving a low groan and resting his hand against Malik's head.
"Baby, please. Not in front of your brother."
It was with a harsh sigh that Malik pushed himself up to sit, glaring at a smirking Altaïr. "You're an ass," he accused, his attention turning to Kadar after, "And what do you want?"
"I wanted to know if you were feeling okay," Kadar said defensively, crossing his arms loosely over his chest as he moved from his crouching position to sit in front of the couch now. "Pardon me for worrying."