Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]

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Tomorrow Was Not Dull [5/?]

[(Anonymous)]

When the silence finally came, Altair opened his eyes, shocked by the suddenness of it, and stared at his clenched hands in disbelief. For all the thought he put into not wanting any of it, he was straining to hear more, and when he could not, he looked.

The Grandmaster was resting his head on the dai’s shoulder, languid even as he slumped against the other man. He tilted his head, smirking at Malik’s dazed expression, and planted lazy kisses along the dai’s jaw until he was pushed back by a hand that was far gentler than the grumbling complaint.

It was the contentment written on their faces that stole the rest of Altair’s breath, made it rush out before it caught in his throat and cracked as loud as the jasmine branches when he sat back and bought his hand up to clamp over his mouth. At the same time, Malik was reaching forward to silence him as well, fingers clutching beneath his jaw. The Grandmaster and dai stiffened, and the Grandmaster looked over his shoulder, eyes vacant and staring in a way Altair knew that it would be no use to hide.

It was as if Grandmaster’s gaze was a physical blow; the air burst from Altair’s lungs as a heavy weight slammed into his chest, knocking him flat on his back. Bursts of gold flashed before his eyes, and his head spun. The smell of jasmine was overwhelming, for all that he could not breathe because of the hand that pressed against his throat.

Struggling, Altair gasped and the pressure eased, though the weight across his chest was as heavy as ever. The golden spots faded from his vision and he opened his eyes to see Malik over him, chest heaving and his face damp with sweat.

“What was that?” Malik asked, and it seemed so long ago since Altair last heard those words.

They were back in the courtyard. The harsh sun was beating down of them, the ground burned, and the air was too hot without the shade of the trees. For a moment, Altair could not answer, swearing he could still smell the jasmine flowers. He grabbed on to Malik, alarmed by his question.

“You saw it too, right?” Altair did not dare move with Malik on top of him, all too aware of Malik’s thighs at either side of his body, straddling him without conscious thought.

“What?” Malik looked down at him, drawing his hand back from Altair’s throat, but Altair reached out and dug his fingers into Malik’s left arm.

“You were there,” he said fiercely, nudging Malik off, yet refusing to let go of his wrist. “You were there with me.”

“Altair-”

Standing, Altair pulled Malik to his feet, and this time it was him dragging Malik up the stairs, through the library and into the gardens. Malik wrenched his arm free several times, protesting, but Altair took hold of his hand, gripping tightly, and Malik quieted.

“Here,” he said to the empty corner of the fortress and cliff’s edge, filled with dry grass and weeds, and strangely barren without the tangled overgrowth of jasmine vines. Altair breathed in, imagining the cloying scent that followed him. “We were here.”

Malik glanced at him, exasperation written all over his face. “Of course we were. Yesterday.”

“No-” Altair began, almost desperately, but Malik reached out, brow knitted.

“And tomorrow,” he continued, fingers brushing at the top of Altair’s head.

Despite the lightness of Malik’s hand, Altair started, the tiny movement causing something to fall from his hair, and they watched as the tiny white flowers fell, drifting to the ground. Malik’s hand lowered, hovering over Altair’s shoulder before plucking a leafy sprig of jasmine that had snagged in his robes. “Or maybe in a couple of years.”

Altair stared, first at the vine twirling between Malik’s fingers and then at Malik, who was regarding him with a half-smirk.

“So you knew?” Altair hissed, feeling his face heat up. “Why didn’t you say anything before?”

Malik folded his arms across his chest, his reply coming a little too slow with not enough smugness to match his smirk. “It was funny to see you panic.”

Altair bristled. He stepped forward, grabbing on to Malik’s shoulder — a faraway echo of something that would, could happen — but instead of turning with him, Malik held his ground. The smile disappeared from his face, and he shrugged off Altair’s hand.