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“You're mad.”

“No, I am not.”

“You lie.”

“No, I do not.” Altaïr said, and then relaxed further into the cushions. He was tired, his mind had hardly enough energy to find a key when he had no idea what it might be. It would have to be close though, the Piece of Eden always made sure it was close. Perhaps it was Malik. It was most likely to be Malik. But in what way?

“There is no way that I would ever become your lover. Besides finding you unattractive in all ways I also do not hold such... unnatural desires.” Malik sniffed. “And you cannot be from the future, as that is impossible.” He fumbled for a new quill, dipping it again into his ink. If it weren't for Altaïr's knowledge of Malik's 'unnatural desires' and how he had fostered them from a young age he would almost believe the self-assured statement.

“Ah, but you do have desires. You yourself will tell me. All in due time, of course.”

Malik scowled and muttered a violent denial under his breath.

“...And yet you still do not believe me.”

The youngest of them whipped around on his pillow. “Of course I do not!”

Altaïr eyed Malik's frame, tense with fuming anger, and once again reminded himself to keep his mind in the future rather than the present.

“Well no, I suppose that a man would have to live through the act of falling in love to ever understand it.”

“Always the philosopher, aren't we, Altaïr?” Malik twisted back to his desk and tried his best to concentrate on his work. “Now leave me. Can't you see I have work to do? And I would return Grand Master Al Mualim's robes before you are found with them.”

“It started with an apology.” Altaïr hummed, and ignored Malik's command – it was only safe to stay in one place, and besides, Malik was the key. Somehow.

“An apology.” Malik mocked, and scratched out more words with his quill. By the sound of it this nib was far too blunt.

“Yes, and you forgave me. Well – you say that you did not, but in fact you will.”

“Your tenses are confusingly erratic.”

The slight tilt of Malik's head told Altaïr that he was listening intently, despite his comments.

“Then, when I became Grand Master I asked you to join me as an equal. You were only befitting the title.”

Malik did not re-dip his quill.

“However you believed that I was still trying to apologise; that I was not sincere. Though this is not true I still could not convince you to share with me this title. You became my right-hand man, an advisor and brother both in arms as in the brotherhood of the creed.”

“This does not explain how we were to become lovers.”

“How we are lovers.” Altaïr corrected. “And no, for that came later.”

“Oh, do go on.” Beneath the façade of sarcasm Altaïr could pick up on Malik's desire to hear more.

“As you wish.”

“I was being sarcastic.” Malik grouched, and for show took to writing a new line.

“I will be the judge of that.” Altaïr replied, and, when Malik remained silent as if ignoring him, smiled. “Love, as you may have heard, takes time to develop. As does trust, and one cannot stably exist without the other. Trust had begun to restore itself the moment I apologised to you, and despite many interruptions it steadily continued to bloom between us until I trusted you with me life and you trusted me with yours. All this time there was something between us. An object, and also a woman.” Altaïr paused to determine Malik's reaction to this. In his present – the future – Malik would protest that Maria ever troubled him. This Malik remained quite still. He was dreadful at pretending he was not listening.

“The woman was a lover of mine, and I could see that you disliked her, however I believed it was merely because she had doubtable roots and loyalties. I could not see it for the jealousy it was for years, She had two children by me, and left years ago with them both, to my great displeasure.

“The object, more so after her departure than before, held my interest and threatened to overcome me. Still threatens... I become unwell all too quickly now for not looking after myself. You will be the grounding force keeping me to this...my world. You were jealous of it and angry at me...and worried. And you cared very deeply for me. I was mourning and short-sighted.

“One week you hid the object from me. I searched all day on the first day, driven mad. Then I rested. On the second I fought with you. On the third I realised that you cared for me greatly. That you had been a very...constant figure in my life.

“I considered all of my feelings for you, and so even when I retrieved the object I was haunted by confusing messaged and alien feelings. What I first dismissed to be brotherhood; platos, I then discovered to be eros. We confessed two years ago. I was twenty-six.

“You are very young for a Grand Master.” Malik mumbled, as if dismissing everything else Altaïr had told him.

“Even Al Mualim was young once.” Altaïr sighed, and wrenched his eyes from the back of Malik's head to the ceiling.

“Strange,” Malik smirked, and abandoned his work entirely to turn on his cushion and face Altaïr. “I never thought I would hear the day that Altaïr Ibn La'Ahad did not sing Al Mualim's praises...Or his own.”

“As I have said, I will change much to become who I am now.”

Malik gave a thoughtful hum, not agreeing or disagreeing. A silence descended upon the both of them and a tiredness washed over Altaïr, coaxed upon him by hours of gazing into the Apple and the exhaustion of dreams plaguing his sleep. He yawned widely and silently, and then asked with his voice still distorted by his widened throat, “Do you believe now?”

Malik shook his head in reply.

Altaïr gave a small smile and a quiet, contented hum. “Yes, a man must live through it to believe it, I suppose.”

“And,” Malik started, gaining Altaïr's attention, “even if I did live it, I would not believe that you felt for me. Not if there was a woman.”

Ah, there it was; Altaïr's own little insecurity. What if Malik doubted his affections? And he did not mean this young Malik, but the one who grew from him. The Apple seemed to be erring on the edge of offence, beginning to scratch away at his vulnerabilities. He would have to move carefully and reclaim control, at least until his tired mind could grasp the key.

He turned his head to look back to Malik, and stared straight into his face; into his eyes. Malik stared back defiantly.

“You will become such an integral part of me that the moments spent with women will pale in comparison. Of that I am confident.” Some part of him twisted inside; a small, worrying voice that screamed for Adha's memory and for his love of Maria and their sons, but the overwhelming majority knew that the statement was true. “I hope that you will never doubt me.”

Malik looked down to his hands, the working one clenching, and clammy with sweat. His brow knotted and he bit at his tongue whilst sucking his teeth and pursing his lips. His knuckles whitened, and then flooded with colour when he relaxed his grip. “Prove it.” He finally said, and looked back up Altaïr, visibly nervous but attempting to hide it behind his rigid posture.

The Grand Master's eyebrows raised, and he saw Malik falter slightly, biting the inside of his lip and retreating into himself, inch by inch with each second passed. He steeled himself for a rejection, which he would no doubt use as evidence that he, Altaïr, was lying. Scrabbling for control Altaïr tried to think of how he could prove the future, and, as strange and alien as it sounded, prove his affections.

Malik had never been a material person. If you bought him something beautiful and practical then there was a possibility that he would take to it, and as a consequence take to you, but this was rare to come across. At the time of Altaïr's confession he had been contented with his words and an embrace, but the assassin had a feeling that this younger Malik would not be contented with such a small gesture. Especially as this Malik was hormone driven, attracted to him, free of the exhaustion they had both felt at twenty-six, and an illusion of the Apple all too ready to turn malicious.

“And how would you have me do that?” Altaïr asked, testing the waters and pushing himself to sit up. Malik had the chance to stand down, but did not take it.

“How did you prove it to me the first time?” Malik asked quickly.

“I told you, and then we embraced.”

“...I want more than that.”

Altaïr heaved a deep sigh. “I thought you might say that.”

A/N: Aaannd that's all for now.

/scurries off into non-existence yet again

this is wonderful. i needed a really fantastic fic to read rn and stumbled across this one. thank you for writing and sharing this.

F-Fantastic!? If that's true then you're welcome!

Hi Bluster! Got here via Ac Daily, I'm so glad you're continuing this! *hugs*

I crave plot with my porn, and you're delivering here. I love how the key to get Mailk back is to basically remind Altair that he will always have someone to strive against, and the key to Altair back seem to be for him to have feeeeeelings. Out Loud!

Also, the porn from 'The Wound' is way burning hot, in case you're wondering.

I will always enjoy hugs, no matter where they came from!

Ah, I cannot accept the responsibility for that, as it basically came from the OP!

Oh goodie!

Well, ok! THANK YOU OP for our plottyness!

I love Altair in this. Unlike in Malik's trip he knows how the Apple works. He knows it's function and the way that it manipulates what he sees. Now I'm starting to doubt if what Malik saw was really real or if it was just the Apple's illusion...

Also young Malik is so very... Malik. Unlike Altair who freaked out and attacked Malik young Malik listens and tries to pretend he isn't interested while at the same time being very interested. It's all very IC, which is greatly appreciated :D

I couldn't reveal any more on the subject of the Apple, that would be giving spoilers.

Thank God that they are in character. I always worry when I write them.

Anon is going on an archive binge and stumbled on this, and ohhh man this might be my favorite fill on the entire meme. Thank you very much for this! ...Is it still a WIP or has it been abandoned?

I know it's been almost two months since the last comment on this thread but I really couldn't resist asking, haha.

(It's archived now? Brilliant!)
I'm so glad that you've enjoyed it. You really don't know just how happy that comment made me. This is still a WIP, it's merely that life's an actual bitch. I'm currently swimming in coursework and my new meds have robbed me of a libido and made me incredibly lethargic, but hopefully I will soon be feeling up to writing again. I know where I'm going with this, just not how to write it down.
Oh jeez, that long? I feel bad now. But in all honesty if there's any way to get me back up and writing it's with comments like this. I love you, anon. I love you so so much.

(I'm not sure if the delicious archive is still there, I think it might've been lost when the company switched over, but I've just been going through every page of the meme to find stuff to tide me over until Tuesday, haha.)
Oooh, if there's anything I get, it's life being obstinate, especially the swamped-in-schoolwork bit. I'm glad to hear you're planning on continuing this, though! I will just wait here all happily anticipatory :D and I hope life stops being a pain.
No don't feel bad! I usually don't leave comments on stuff, even anonymously[too nervous, most of the time :/] but I couldn't not comment on this. It's too good, and I wanted to make sure keeping an eye on this thread wasn't a fruitless pursuit, since I know a lot of other threads have been seemingly abandoned with no notice. And now you're just making me blush~, haha, I love you too!

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