Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]

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[FILL] Incense 5/

[(Anonymous)]

Altair could not but get the idea, though he could barely hear Malik's voice – when did his heart start to beat this loudly? He got rid off of his remaining clothes – after all, they both knew that it was the logical step to take, though logic apparently deserted them. He latched his mouth to Malik's neck, tasting, licking and biting, teeth marking the flesh. A hand on his head, as if trying to break his skull – pulling him closer. He let his hands roam, gripping the dai's hips – all his weight forcing Malik down. Chest to chest, he slid down Malik's body, smirking on his skin – the man would have hit him and forced him out normally – he did not. The feeling of this scalding body under him made his sanity flee, leaving bared to those primal desires he thought were buried. But they were killers – instincts were never too far. “Malik...” His tone surprised him, sultry against Malik's chest – lips catching a nipple, teeth biting mercilessly to force a response from the man. A strangled protest answered him, encouraging him further. His arm sneaked around Malik's waist, so he could have access to his back – the large scar left by an old sword blow. Altair never let go off Malik as he went about, tracing every single scar he found with his lips and tongue, until the other man writhed in his arms. It was not until a hand caught his throat that he looked up. And felt his mouth go dry under Malik's stormy stare – he knew that look. And he knew that if he valued his life, he should do something instead of teasing the dai of Jerusalem. No matter how enticing it was. His erection was painfully brought back to his attention as he involuntarily bumped into Malik, sending jolts of electricity down both their bodies. As he caught his breath, he noticed his friend's looking at the small table nearby – and something that suspiciously look like a vial of something. Now was not the time to question Malik but he stored it at the back of his mind, just in case. Rolling – falling – from the bed, he zeroed in on said vial and would have run back if it weren't for the whole situation.

“Altair... if you don't do something now... I swear... I'll make you pay!” The threat would have been much more effective hadn't he been struggling to catch his breath. He wanted to scream when Altair came back to him, wearing that infuriating knowing smile of his. And he recalled why Altair rarely ever did so – his smile would send anyone looking running for cover.
“So... where was I?”

“Nowhere, that's the problem, idiot novice!” Allah, he still had the breath to argue... his mind cleared for a moment, startling him – as if a veil was lifted from his senses, before a painful heat washed against him. Like a dream his body was trying to reject. The feeling was not unknown but he could not place it. A cold hand on his burning flesh halted his thoughts for good as a groan tore its way from his throat. Reflexively, his wrist was brought to his mouth and he bit down, hard. From the pain, he knew there will be blood but he did not care. His whole body did not answer his mind anymore, trembling under those rough hands that played him like an instrument. No one ever dared to touch him like this – only one master assassin was reckless enough to send all consequences to the hell they belong to. He was secretly grateful for this – this opportunity to finally let himself go. Never mind if it was Altair, never mind he was supposed to want to throttle the man. Those devilish hands kept on moving down his body, strong, relentless – it was maddening. A feather-like touch on his straining flesh had him arching his whole body upward, teeth gnashing his wrist, tearing at the skin. His eyes were scrunched shut but he still could hear the smirk playing on Altair's lips. Pressure on his arm made him look up, blinking under the smouldering stare of the master assassin towering over him. Noticing his gesture, he let go of his wrist, not even caring about the dark purplish indentations his teeth made – it may not have been wise as Altair took this opportunity to invade his mouth, while his hands momentarily moved from his body.