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asscreedkinkmeme) wrote2012-01-04 10:19 am
asscreedkinkmeme) wrote2012-01-04 10:19 am
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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]
We're about to reach the posting limit on pt.1&2, this is for those who wish to continue/write on prompts on both these parts.
Writers! It is your responsibility to link back to the original prompt.
There are no request in this part of the meme.
List of Kinks
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(Delicious.com) Archive
(Dreamwidth) Archive <- Currently active
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Discussion
Tomorrow Was Not Dull [7/7]
(Anonymous) 2011-08-06 04:41 am (UTC)(link)Even if Malik was determined to believe that future was not theirs, Altair was not above exploiting what he had seen -- that Malik liked to be kissed long and deep, that his eyes would slide shut, and that he would like it even more if Altair made a wanting, drawn out moan from the back of his throat. In some ways, it was easy to imitate, but it was difficult, too, when Altair did not, should not, might not love Malik the way the Grandmaster did.
In the end, it was better to not think of anything at all, not with Malik’s hands fisted behind Altair, body arching. This had nothing to do with love or the future; it was just the simple physicality of heat and friction, the taste of salt on their skin. He pulled at the ties of Malik’s robe with one hand, growling in frustration when the cords knotted and refused to loosen.
They were impatient, and like all their fights, it was only ever over on a misstep; Malik moved forward when Altair thought to lean back, overstepping in each other’s way while simultaneously trying to maintain some semblance of kissing -- which they had silently agreed would only be awkward if they stopped. Malik’s eyes flew open, eyelashes tickling Altair’s cheek as he moved to suck a spot beneath Malik’s jaw. A sharp intake of breath gave away his surprise before he slipped over the loose dirt and dried grass.
With a small yelp, Altair overbalanced, feeling Malik’s grip tighten and drag him down as he fell. His palms scraped over the stone wall, burning from the roughened edges and cracks that bit into his skin. He landed on Malik, nearly hitting his forehead on the other boy’s drawn up knee.
They laid there, stunned and unable to move or speak. Malik was slumped against the wall, and he slowly brought hand over his face in a gesture that was a mix of mortification and exasperation. Clearing his throat, he twitched his leg, and Altair noticed that he had been sitting on top of it.
Blushing furiously, Altair shifted into a crouch, but kept his hands on the ground near Malik’s waist. A part of him had half a mind to continue, while the other half was in total agreement with Malik, wanting nothing more than to slap his hand against his face. He leaned forward, still giddy with the fragrant flowers crushed under them, but Malik’s boot against his chest brought him up short and nudged him away.
“I think we’re done,” Malik said, still covering his face as Altair fell back. He dropped his hand, glaring for emphasis.
Altair met Malik’s stare. He stood up, brushing the dirt from his knees with more force than necessary. Malik remained where he was, and Altair saw that his hair was in disarray and his robes were skewed to one side, exposing a reddening mark low on his neck.
On impulse, Altair smirked, anything to ignore the growing embarrassment and sudden appeal of Malik looking so disheveled. He held out his hand, offering it with a flippant air. “At least we will have something different to practice tomorrow.”
Malik’s brow raised and his laughing scoff was one of disbelief. “One day your head is going to burst from all those presumptions.”
Altair lifted his chin in challenge, hand still outstretched and waiting-- because he was not blind to the way Malik was looking at him either. “Tomorrow,” he repeated, unwavering.
Malik tilted his head, but instead of taking Altair’s hand, he smacked it aside and stood up on his own. There was a faint quirk at the corner of his mouth, growing into a grin as Altair withdrew with a scowl.
“What are you so impatient for?" Malik asked, reaching out to flick the last of the white jasmine petals from Altair’s shoulder, and giving him a small push out of the way before he walked off, calling over his shoulder.
“We’ll have time.”
OP
(Anonymous) 2011-08-06 08:25 am (UTC)(link)THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THIS PIECE OF BRILLIANCY, writer!Anon! ♥!!!
Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2011-08-06 06:39 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Tomorrow Was Not Dull [7/7]
(Anonymous) 2011-08-06 10:04 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Tomorrow Was Not Dull [7/7]
(Anonymous) 2011-08-06 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)This was perfect! I loved how the younger versions were awkward and fumbling because as much as I wanted to see them jump each other once they returned to their own time, this was a lot more realistic. It was hot and wonderful and the way you described the "future" Altair and Malik made my heart ache in an too-full-of-love way.
Thank you for the fill! <3
Re: Tomorrow Was Not Dull [7/7]
(Anonymous) 2011-08-07 02:25 am (UTC)(link)Oh writer!anon, I have so many feelings for this - I love the contrast of the newness of the relationship with the young versions, as opposed to the ease and familiarity of the old versions. *A* This was adorable.
Re: Tomorrow Was Not Dull [7/7]
(Anonymous) 2011-08-07 05:10 am (UTC)(link)then... I FOUND THIS!
And somehow my day got BETTER!! I'm pretty sure my friends think I'm fucking deranged from all the squealing I was doing. Especially the end and especially the bottom Altair (which seems to be catching on lately on the kinkmeme (is so fucking happy about this)).
Re: Tomorrow Was Not Dull [7/7]
(Anonymous) 2011-09-03 07:23 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Tomorrow Was Not Dull [7/7]
(Anonymous) 2011-09-24 09:05 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Tomorrow Was Not Dull [7/7]
(Anonymous) 2011-10-23 09:32 pm (UTC)(link)