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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]

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“I'm going to fuck you, Altaïr.” Malik whispered, his free, new hand coming to cup Altaïr's cheek and then press its thumb past his lips until it slipped into the wet heat his cock and tongue had only recently left.

“Show me what your arm can do.” Altaïr replied around the thick digit, his voice equally quiet. Suddenly he tensed and held his breath. He thought he had crossed a boundary. Malik was quick to cotton on.

“Hand me the robe and I'll show you.” He promised, wishing to ignore the comment and lose himself. Altaïr nodded, Malik's thumb bumping his teeth. Sliding the soaked appendage out and over Altaïr's bottom lip Malik then wiped it on his braies as he pushed them to the floor and stepped out of them, Altaïr twisting on the hard mattress to grab the robe. He kicked off his boots and braies before handing the bundle to Malik, who kneeled to take it.

“Thank you.”

Altaïr leant forwards and nipped at Malik's bottom lip before drawing him into a short kiss, his hand going to tease his so far ignored erection. He remained silent as Malik untied the twine and let it fall to their side and then shook the robe out.

It was the regulation dark material just bordering on the very edge of black. The silvery white embroidery was usual, the clasps common, It was ordinary. It was good. It had two sleeves, both free and loose. Both usable. Malik shrugged it on and let Altaïr straighten it on his shoulders and fiddle with how it fell. His left arm was alight with sensation as the fabric whispered over it and tugged at the hairs on his arm.

“You're...You needed a replacement.” Altaïr mumbled, and then placed his hand in the centre of Malik's chest and toyed with the hair he found there. “Now...” He said, quickly changing the tone of his voice and the subject at hand, and began to sink back against the mattress. Malik smirked, his erection perking at the promise of attention. He followed easily.

“Lie back.”

Malik was pulled into a deep kiss by a hand on the back of his neck, their tongues tangling and sliding between them. Malik's replaced hand swept with feather-light and teasing touches over Altaïr's side. He ran a smooth, soft thumb over the creased, sensitive skin of the join where his inner thigh met his pelvis. Altaïr jumped and then pressed onto the appendage, groaning as Malik began to kiss down his neck. He rubbed his thumb back and forth whilst scraping blunted teeth over Altaïr's collarbone. The hand on his neck flew to grasp the shoulder of Malik's new robe tightly. Hips twisted and shifted in an attempt to move Malik's grip to Altaïr's straining arousal. With a bruising suck to the base of Altaïr's neck that would no doubt leave a mark Malik sat back onto his haunches, his own cock resting on Altaïr's thigh.

Under Malik's stare Altaïr unabashedly opened his legs until they fell akimbo. His erection leaked onto his stomach. Cruelly, Malik ignored it and swept his hands up Altaïr's sides until they reached his nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger. Impatiently the Grandmaster's hips shifted, and then rolled up and forwards until they teasingly brushed against Malik's sac, and then fell down again. Challenge and boredom swam in his eyes, mixing with the impatience and lust.

Determined to make this everything he had wanted it to be, Malik danced his fingers away from Altaïr's chest and to the tip of his lover's cock, hovering a millimetre away from the sticky head. Altaïr snarled impatiently. On cue Malik's left hand flew to his mouth and pressed in two fingers. A tongue swirled between them, igniting a flame of hypersensitivity. Malik gasped and finally took Altaïr in hand, pumping the organ with long, slow strokes. An appreciative moan was muffled by his fingers and palm. At a wicked twist of his wrist Altaïr moaned again and bit lightly on the digits invading his mouth. He gripped Malik's right wrist to hold his hand in place and buck up into the tight ring of his fingers fiercely and strongly, legs flexing. Malik's fingers slipped from his mouth and curled, dragging along Altaïr's toned torso and bypassing his cock, pressing his palm to Altaïr's thigh and keeping him pinned down.

“The oil.” He said, his hand left on Altaïr's arousal unmoving. Altaïr scrambled away and out of reach to a box at the side of Malik's bed, moving the oil lamp off of the lid impatiently so that he could rip it open. He fell back onto the bed with a vial in hand, sinking on the stiff pillows. A soft squeeze ans a few light stroked to his erection in thanks, Malik pulled his hands away from Altaïr's temptingly exposed flesh and took the vial, spilling the slippery oil over his left hand and lowering it to Altaïr's entrance. His first finger slid in easily and Altaïr had to grab the vial away from Malik's right hand when it threatened to drop.

Altaïr was burning hot inside. Thick, muscular walls surrounded Malik's new, hypersensitive skin and made him moan. He pressed up with his finger in an attempt to find the spot which would make Altaïr moan wantonly. He merely squirmed uncomfortably in response, and then reached down and gently twisted Malik's hand, bearing himself onto the finger. His sound of approval was breathy and quiet rather than the loud and strong moan he usually gave.

“There, just there.” He said, rolling his hips minutely onto Malik's digit. Malik pushed his down one-handed and drew his finger part-way out to press another in. When he searched this time it was closer to the mark. His new arm provided a new angle. Malik felt like an idiot for not thinking about that possibility when fantasising.

Altaïr moaned a few words of encouragement and swore, reaching to stroke himself as he usually would. Smirking, Malik quickly batted Altaïr away and took him in hand, palming and massaging the length. With a wanton moan that coursed straight through Malik's veins and to his hard member Altaïr ground down onto his lover's fingers.

“Fuck me fuck me fuck me.” He hissed and groaned as Malik pressed in another finger. Altaïr was tight and hot and strong around him as he loosened muscle and softly rutted against the thigh he was pressed his groin to. With suddenly oil-slicked hands (the vial rolled over the flagstone floor, empty) Altaïr reached beneath his leg in a show of flexibility and took Malik into his fist. The attention to his arousal drew out a long moan from Malik, who bucked into the tight passage made with Altaïr's fingers (one missing, and the stub always managed to swipe over the head just so and send his head reeling). He pulled his fingers hastily from Altaïr's entrance.

“Turn over.” He gasped, pulling at Altaïr's hip with a hand until he was released and Altaïr was twisting, exposing a broad and muscled back and rubbing himself against the sheets beneath. Both hands on Altaïr's hips Malik pulled them up and back towards him, grinding his lubricated cock between the cheeks of Altaïr's arse until the assassin beneath him struggled for breath and pulled himself onto his elbows, grinding back. One hand on the small of Altaïr's back, Malik used the other to guide himself in, the head pressing against the puckered ring of muscle with more and more pressure until it gave way and took him in, heat and tightness swallowing him up. He moaned loudly, his jaw hanging open and brow drawn up, all attention on getting his cock further into that deep, hot tunnel. Altaïr chocked on curses and blasphemy, fists clenching at a cylindrical cushion.

In no time at all Malik was fully seated, his dick surrounded by gorgeous, wonderful heat and deliciously strong muscle. His hands gripped at Altaïr's hips as he fought to regain his breath and to resist the urge to move too soon. Altaïr's tense back was a sign of him not yet being ready. Malik stooped over him and kissed a line down Altaïr's bowed spine. Licking his lips he could taste the salt of Altaïr's sweat. Slowly, Altaïr's coiled muscled unwound. His fists uncurled. His breathing became less laboured. He pressed back, rocking on his knees. The shift brought forth a gasp for breath from the both of them.

“Fuck me.” Altaïr breathed, shifting again to feel the same slight change and the same lick of pleasure striking from all places he and Malik touched. Malik nodded against Altaïr's back as he slowly pulled his hips back and then pressed them back in. The wet sound of his lubricated entry sounded obscenely and vulgarly with their panting breath. Altaïr's grip on the pillow tightened again, his nails audibly catching on the weave. Little things like that kept Malik from being sucked in too quickly. He thrust again a little quicker and a little harder. Altaïr moaned appreciatively and rocked back a second too late. Malik took that as a cue.

Hands tightening their grip on Altaïr's muscular hips, Malik fell into a rhythm, a moan falling from his lover's lips, which was muffled into a pillow. Altaïr bit it as he ground back, meeting Malik's thrusts the best he could and coaxing a more brutal pace. The sound of flesh hitting flesh began to ring out. Altaïr's arse jumped and reddened with the force Malik used to pound into him. When Altaïr had began to nonsensically babble and muffle it into the pillow Malik saw his chance to realise his fantasy. Slowing, he pushed himself up and then reached forwards and grasped Altaïr's hair, pulling his head up. Altaïr hissed and then moaned, pain spiralling from the rough grip on his locks and mixing with the pleasure he was victim to. Malik's position and angle changed and he rammed back in, quickly matching his earlier pace. Altaïr's next moan bounced off the wall he faced and was echoes by one of Malik's own.

Malik's orgasm was quickly approaching, seeming almost sudden and no doubt quickened by weeks of waiting. He spread himself out over Altaïr, hand slipping from his hip to the mattress, keeping him up, and ground himself into the man in tight circles, earning a broken moan close to his ear. One of Altaïr's hand flew to his erection and he jerked it quickly and desperately until with a long, loud groan he spilled onto his own hand. With a whimper and a few shallow thrusts Malik came, too, his seed coating Altaïr's walls. He groaned softly as a complete exhaustion overcame him and pulled out of Altaïr, who rolled onto his side. Muscles shaking with exhaustion he collapsed and basked in his afterglow.

After five minutes of regaining his breath and cooling down, sweat drying on his skin in a way annoyingly similar as it had when regrowing the skin of his arm, he turned his head to Altaïr, who looked about ready to fall asleep. He gathered just enough energy to grab a nearby sheet and took the man's wrist, cleaning his hand of his own sticky climax. Altaïr slopping kissed his shoulder.

He would join the man in sleep. After all, the novelty of a new arm in the bedroom wouldn't wear off that quickly, and he needed to regain energy for the next round. Not to mention training, paperwork and rebuilding the order...then again, Malik thought as he entertained new sexual fantasies, they could always wait.

I love you, this was so perfect, marry me!

But seriously, all of the descriptions, the long process of regrowing the arm were spot-on - it was so easy to imagine it happening. And I love your Maria and how unsure Malik acts around her. And of course it's impossible not to mention how hot the sex scene was.

Thank you for this wonderful read!

I love you too, I'm glad you liked it, and certainly!

I'm so happy that Maria's character was liked; I wondered if she would be accepted well, especially in a fandom where the masses seem to either hate or love her.

You're very welcome!

OMGWTFBBQ SOMEONE FILLED THIS.

AND OMG IT WAS MADE OF AWESOME.

Seriously, this was utterly fantastic and exactly what I had hoped for. You rock!!!!!!!!!

You are very very welcome OP, it was my pleasure!!

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