Fill for this prompt: http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/19860.html?thread=6611348#t6611348
AU, where Malik is a young priest and Altair is one of his altar boys (and of course his irresistible temptation). In this fic Altair has to be younger than Malik, however I don't want shota.
BONUS POINTS for: - a bit of angst from Malik's side (how he is doing something that is total taboo but at the same time can't resist it, etc.); - bottom!Altair who struggles a bit at first but actually wants it/is absolute slut.
Authornon's Note: Please forgive any inaccuracies regarding the rites and rituals of the Catholic church. Authornon has not been a Catholic for over 20 years, but has tried to do research when appropriate.
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“Altair,” Malik sighed, pushing his fingers against the bridge of his nose in frustration. “The Divinyls are not an appropriate choice of music. Especially not during our catechism study.”
The boy at least had the sense to stop singing along to his iPod, instead opting to just mouth the words at the young priest leading the class. If anything, Altair Ibn-La'Ahad was sent to him as a test: a test of his patience, a test of his compassion – the boy could be just plain infuriating at times, and, worst of all, a test of his faith. As he continued leading the class of five young men, Malik considered just how the seventeen year old was truly his greatest challenge yet.
Altair was a test of his patience, for sure. The boy knew exactly how to push Malik's buttons to make his infamous temper – which he could keep a handle on with everyone but Ibn-La'Ahad – flare with a near righteous anger. Whether it was purposefully disrupting the young priest's classes or performing his duties as an altar boy immaculately after spending all week screwing around, it never failed to strike the match to ignite Malik's ire.
The young man was a test of his compassion as well. Malik supposed this was a kind of an extension of the test of his patience, but for whatever reason, Altair was far too easy to snap at. Perhaps it was his air of superiority, but when Malik's anger was roused, all he wanted to do was knock the boy from the pedestal he placed himself upon just to watch the look on his face as he fell.
Most disturbingly, though, Altair was a test of his faith. Not just his faith in the teachings of the Catholic church, but his faith in the interpretations by man of the word of God, his faith in the infallicy of the dogma, his faith in the rules of his position, and his faith in himself. He first met him when Altair was nine. The wide-eyed, eager to please child looked up to the then seventeen Malik for guidance, the younger boy having just joined the altar service at the request of his guardian. It still was odd to Malik that the boy who lost his parents two years prior seemed no worse for wear by the tragic boating accident, save for a terrible fear of bodies of water.
Malik remembered how he was unsure what to do after he graduated school, but that summer... That was the summer God called him to serve. He and his younger brother Kadar were riding their bikes down to the local city park when one car swerved into another lane, the other car swerving to avoid it and hitting both brothers. Malik didn't remember much of what happened after the accident, save that he knelt next to Kadar's still body, watching the light leave his little brother's eyes as blood pooled behind his head. His left arm hung uselessly at his side as he knelt, listening to his brother tell him how he saw angels, and that Malik shouldn't cry since he was going to live with Jesus, and someday, Malik would join him. He didn't remember anything else until he woke in the hospital, the elderly priest of their parish sitting vigil by his bed. The man told Malik how, when arrived at the accident to perform the Last Rites for Kadar, Malik had already been trying to perform the Viaticum for his brother, using his bottle of water in lieu of the Blessed Sacrament, and how Malik had seemed almost not himself as he spoke words that the young man didn't remember ever learning. That, the elder priest said, was proof that he was being called.
I Touch Myself (1/?)
AU, where Malik is a young priest and Altair is one of his altar boys (and of course his irresistible temptation). In this fic Altair has to be younger than Malik, however I don't want shota.
BONUS POINTS for:
- a bit of angst from Malik's side (how he is doing something that is total taboo but at the same time can't resist it, etc.);
- bottom!Altair who struggles a bit at first but actually wants it/is absolute slut.
Authornon's Note: Please forgive any inaccuracies regarding the rites and rituals of the Catholic church. Authornon has not been a Catholic for over 20 years, but has tried to do research when appropriate.
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“Altair,” Malik sighed, pushing his fingers against the bridge of his nose in frustration. “The Divinyls are not an appropriate choice of music. Especially not during our catechism study.”
The boy at least had the sense to stop singing along to his iPod, instead opting to just mouth the words at the young priest leading the class. If anything, Altair Ibn-La'Ahad was sent to him as a test: a test of his patience, a test of his compassion – the boy could be just plain infuriating at times, and, worst of all, a test of his faith. As he continued leading the class of five young men, Malik considered just how the seventeen year old was truly his greatest challenge yet.
Altair was a test of his patience, for sure. The boy knew exactly how to push Malik's buttons to make his infamous temper – which he could keep a handle on with everyone but Ibn-La'Ahad – flare with a near righteous anger. Whether it was purposefully disrupting the young priest's classes or performing his duties as an altar boy immaculately after spending all week screwing around, it never failed to strike the match to ignite Malik's ire.
The young man was a test of his compassion as well. Malik supposed this was a kind of an extension of the test of his patience, but for whatever reason, Altair was far too easy to snap at. Perhaps it was his air of superiority, but when Malik's anger was roused, all he wanted to do was knock the boy from the pedestal he placed himself upon just to watch the look on his face as he fell.
Most disturbingly, though, Altair was a test of his faith. Not just his faith in the teachings of the Catholic church, but his faith in the interpretations by man of the word of God, his faith in the infallicy of the dogma, his faith in the rules of his position, and his faith in himself. He first met him when Altair was nine. The wide-eyed, eager to please child looked up to the then seventeen Malik for guidance, the younger boy having just joined the altar service at the request of his guardian. It still was odd to Malik that the boy who lost his parents two years prior seemed no worse for wear by the tragic boating accident, save for a terrible fear of bodies of water.
Malik remembered how he was unsure what to do after he graduated school, but that summer... That was the summer God called him to serve. He and his younger brother Kadar were riding their bikes down to the local city park when one car swerved into another lane, the other car swerving to avoid it and hitting both brothers. Malik didn't remember much of what happened after the accident, save that he knelt next to Kadar's still body, watching the light leave his little brother's eyes as blood pooled behind his head. His left arm hung uselessly at his side as he knelt, listening to his brother tell him how he saw angels, and that Malik shouldn't cry since he was going to live with Jesus, and someday, Malik would join him. He didn't remember anything else until he woke in the hospital, the elderly priest of their parish sitting vigil by his bed. The man told Malik how, when arrived at the accident to perform the Last Rites for Kadar, Malik had already been trying to perform the Viaticum for his brother, using his bottle of water in lieu of the Blessed Sacrament, and how Malik had seemed almost not himself as he spoke words that the young man didn't remember ever learning. That, the elder priest said, was proof that he was being called.