Ezio looked at him, “No, I can’t. You’d hate me,” he said in a strained way. “I don’t want you to hate me.”
Malik frowned, “I could never hate you Ezio,” Malik told him and Ezio got to his feet as well.
“Of course,” and Malik wasn’t sure that had even been the right thing to say. The words seemed to have… twisted something inside Ezio. Something fragile and Malik didn’t even know where to begin in trying to fix it. “Look, forget I said anything,” he said quietly. “I just… I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Everything,” he said and leaned over and kissed Malik on the cheek before going to his car and getting into the driver’s seat. Malik watched him drive away before, more than a little confused, went into his building. Altair was no where in sight when he went into his apartment but the hall bathroom door was closed and he could hear running water. He frowned and went into his own room, locking it and taking his own shower.
As he left the shower there was a soft knock on his door. He opened it and it was his brother. “Hey,” he said, standing in just his pajama pants.
“Did something happen?” Kadar asked, still in his day clothes and unlike everyone Malik had ever met didn’t look at the scarring on his left arm. Of course not, Kadar was his brother.
“Why?”
“I heard something from the bathroom, it sounded like someone had punched a wall.”
Malik frowned, “It’s fine, Altair and Ezio just… had a stupid argument.”
“Oh,” that made Kadar’s brows furrow. “Bad?”
“Just stupid,” Malik shook his head.
“Okay,” Kadar said, “Well, that was all, g’night,” and he left to head to his own room as the bathroom door opened and Altair stepped out amid a small cloud of steam. His skin was bright red from the heat of the water and when he stepped out he looked over at Malik. Malik motioned to him and Altair came over.
“Everything all right?” he asked him the same thing Kadar had just wanted to know.
“Yes,” Altair said, he didn’t sound so tight as before. “I’m sorry about earlier. He just pisses me off,” Altair growled a little.
“Why?”
Altair bit the inside of his cheek, then sighed, “It’s his own problem. I don’t air other people’s dirty laundry,” he said.
“Oh,” Malik nodded, he could appreciate that. “I thought you two got along better than that.”
“Usually yes. But like I said, I hate liars,” Altair said, “when he mans up to what he did, I’ll forgive him.”
“Was what he did so bad?”
Altair looked strait at him, “Yes,” he said with such seriousness that Malik didn’t question him further. “Very much yes,” and he reached out and cupped Malik’s jaw. Malik swallowed just before Altair kissed him gently. He felt hot against Malik’s skin, still hot from his shower, and damp, like Malik was. Malik grabbed him by the front of his soft shirt and pulled him close.
“Would I forgive him for it?” he asked when they broke apart.
“Probably,” Altair admitted, “It’s just him being shallow.”
“Then I’m not going to worry too much about it,” Malik informed him. Altair nodded with a hum and kissed him again. “Bed?’ he asked.
“Yeah, I’m tired,” and Altair made to pull away.
“No, I mean, bed?” and Malik’s eyes flicked to his bed.
“Oh,” understanding dawned in Altair’s eyes. “Yes,” and he let Malik pull him into his bedroom. The door closed solidly behind them.
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Welp, almost done. Not that it seems to matter. Fuck it's like I'm talking to myself here! This fandom totally knows how to make it's writers feel loved /only sort of bitter about lack of any sort of enthusiasm
Re: Altered Flight Pattern (83/?)
Malik frowned, “I could never hate you Ezio,” Malik told him and Ezio got to his feet as well.
“Of course,” and Malik wasn’t sure that had even been the right thing to say. The words seemed to have… twisted something inside Ezio. Something fragile and Malik didn’t even know where to begin in trying to fix it. “Look, forget I said anything,” he said quietly. “I just… I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“Everything,” he said and leaned over and kissed Malik on the cheek before going to his car and getting into the driver’s seat. Malik watched him drive away before, more than a little confused, went into his building. Altair was no where in sight when he went into his apartment but the hall bathroom door was closed and he could hear running water. He frowned and went into his own room, locking it and taking his own shower.
As he left the shower there was a soft knock on his door. He opened it and it was his brother. “Hey,” he said, standing in just his pajama pants.
“Did something happen?” Kadar asked, still in his day clothes and unlike everyone Malik had ever met didn’t look at the scarring on his left arm. Of course not, Kadar was his brother.
“Why?”
“I heard something from the bathroom, it sounded like someone had punched a wall.”
Malik frowned, “It’s fine, Altair and Ezio just… had a stupid argument.”
“Oh,” that made Kadar’s brows furrow. “Bad?”
“Just stupid,” Malik shook his head.
“Okay,” Kadar said, “Well, that was all, g’night,” and he left to head to his own room as the bathroom door opened and Altair stepped out amid a small cloud of steam. His skin was bright red from the heat of the water and when he stepped out he looked over at Malik. Malik motioned to him and Altair came over.
“Everything all right?” he asked him the same thing Kadar had just wanted to know.
“Yes,” Altair said, he didn’t sound so tight as before. “I’m sorry about earlier. He just pisses me off,” Altair growled a little.
“Why?”
Altair bit the inside of his cheek, then sighed, “It’s his own problem. I don’t air other people’s dirty laundry,” he said.
“Oh,” Malik nodded, he could appreciate that. “I thought you two got along better than that.”
“Usually yes. But like I said, I hate liars,” Altair said, “when he mans up to what he did, I’ll forgive him.”
“Was what he did so bad?”
Altair looked strait at him, “Yes,” he said with such seriousness that Malik didn’t question him further. “Very much yes,” and he reached out and cupped Malik’s jaw. Malik swallowed just before Altair kissed him gently. He felt hot against Malik’s skin, still hot from his shower, and damp, like Malik was. Malik grabbed him by the front of his soft shirt and pulled him close.
“Would I forgive him for it?” he asked when they broke apart.
“Probably,” Altair admitted, “It’s just him being shallow.”
“Then I’m not going to worry too much about it,” Malik informed him. Altair nodded with a hum and kissed him again. “Bed?’ he asked.
“Yeah, I’m tired,” and Altair made to pull away.
“No, I mean, bed?” and Malik’s eyes flicked to his bed.
“Oh,” understanding dawned in Altair’s eyes. “Yes,” and he let Malik pull him into his bedroom. The door closed solidly behind them.
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Welp, almost done. Not that it seems to matter. Fuck it's like I'm talking to myself here! This fandom totally knows how to make it's writers feel loved /only sort of bitter about lack of any sort of enthusiasm