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"Sentiments shared. You're seriously going to propose?" Malik couldn't help but be a bit more than incredulous. In the ten years he had known Ezio, he and Leonardo had been in what could have been easily considered an open relationship from Ezio's point of view. Technically, Leonardo was also more than welcome to sleep with whoever he wanted as well, but refrained, unless it involved Ezio and another person. Malik assumed it had something to do with being the older of the two.

Meanwhile, Ezio was quite frankly a slut.

"Well, I'll be thirty soon, and quite old," Ezio began, holding his hands as if to ward off the protests from the two men. Altaïr and Malik, both being over thirty, blankly stared once more. "No, no, don't try to convince me otherwise, dear friends. I know I'll be old. I think I've sowed my wild oats enough for a life time."

"Several lifetimes," Altaïr mumbled, earning a punch from Ezio and a grin from Malik.

The box was handed back and pocketed once more, Malik staying against Altaïr's side. Malik didn't like the look Ezio was giving them, however, the narrowed, knowing look sinking a little too deep. "Yes, well, I figured you would be absolutely thrilled. I suppose I do not have the support of my family, then" Ezio said, turning his head away from them.

"Oh, come off it," Altaïr said, rolling his eyes. "You know we support you, love Leonardo, all that jazz. We're just not surprised. Take it as a compliment or something. Like... we've known all along that you two belong with each other."

"We do, don't we," Ezio said fondly, his smile private as he looked down to his hands. It made Malik's chest feel oddly warm. He chalked it up to the illness.

"When do you plan on doing it?" Malik asked instead of dwelling.

Ezio's face lit up once more, the wide smile back in place that made the notch of a scar stand stark white on his face. "Tonight, actually," he said, coming to stand with a brush of his pants. "I'm off to see dear Des, and then I'm going home to set up our love nest."

"Gross," Malik said before he could help himself, Altaïr's catching Ezio's wrist as he went for a punch.

"Gelosia is the ugliest trait, Malik," Ezio said with a faint smirk, narrowing dodging the swinging kick Malik had aimed for his nuts. "And so is violence. Good bye, mia famiglia! I'll either make Des stop by with some soup for you or the beast herself, yeah?"

"Yeah," Malik echoed, curling up on the couch again with a soft yawn. "Thanks."

"No problem. I'll call tonight to let you know how it goes!" And with that, Ezio was sweeping from the room. Not before pressing a kiss to the top of Altaïr's head, skirting away before he could lash out.

"Fake-Italian bastard," Altaïr mumbled with a sigh, scratching his fingers over the stubble there. "Leonardo needs to stop teaching him things."

"Ezio told me Leonardo loves it when he calls him maestro in bed," Malik answered, falling over to lay on the couch once more. He pressed his face into Altaïr's thigh to suppress a yawn, tilting his head up when his fingers settled into his hair.

The tug was sharp, causing Malik to hiss and glare up at Altaïr. "Why on Earth did you feel the need to share that?"

"So I don't suffer alone with that knowledge?" Malik offered with a shrug, laughing when Altaïr grabbed the nearest pillow with the intent to smother him.

*

When Malik woke up he found Kadar staring at him intently, brows furrowed and a frown pulling his face.

"Go away," Malik mumbled, pushing his face away with his hand and turning away from his brother. The action pushed his face into Altaïr's crotch, the man above him giving a low groan and resting his hand against Malik's head.

"Baby, please. Not in front of your brother."

It was with a harsh sigh that Malik pushed himself up to sit, glaring at a smirking Altaïr. "You're an ass," he accused, his attention turning to Kadar after, "And what do you want?"

"I wanted to know if you were feeling okay," Kadar said defensively, crossing his arms loosely over his chest as he moved from his crouching position to sit in front of the couch now. "Pardon me for worrying."

Malik rubbed the sleep from his eyes slowly, leaning against the opposite arm of the couch and propping his feet up in Altaïr's lap. "How long have I been asleep for?" he asked through a yawn, looking out to see the sky dark and cold.

Altaïr flicked his wrist to check his watch, pushing his glasses down to bring it to his face with a squint. "Five hours. My ass is numb," he reported, shutting the book he had apparently been reading the entire time and standing with a stretch. "And you drooled on my crotch. I really hope that isn't foreshadowing for tonight."

Kadar's noise was nothing short of a wounded animal being kicked, recoiling and standing with an almost dry heave. "Stop! Ew," he said, his hand going to his tie to loosen it with irritated jerks of his hand. "Seriously. Get a room or something!"

"How about you get your own apartment?" Altaïr called out, smirking as Kadar slammed his door shut in response.

Malik's temples were throbbing again, painfully so, glaring heavily at Altaïr with displeasure written all over his face. It took a few moments of glaring for Altaïr to stop looking so damn smug.

"What?" Altaïr asked, frowning.

"Stop teasing him," Malik snapped out.

The phone ringing interrupted whatever Altaïr had been poised to say, instead reaching over to scoop it off the arm of the couch and answering with a sharp, "Hello?"

When the voice answered, Altaïr's face softened in a way that told Malik it was Desmond on the other line. Altaïr, for all his stubbornness and shortcomings, loved his brother. His entire family, actually. There was little he wouldn't do for them, little they wouldn't do for him. It smoothed away a bit of Malik's anger. It had been that love and softness that had first convinced Malik that maybe there was something there, between himself and Altaïr. That maybe it was worth it. It had reminded him so much of his love for his own little shit of a brother.

Malik smiled fondly at Kadar when he left his room in a towel. Kadar just stared back strangely before disappearing into the bathroom.

The conversation was brief, with Altaïr holding that fond smile the entire time. Malik watched as he hung up, looking down into his lap for a long moment before turning to him.

"He's going to come over and bring some food. I guess Shaun is sick so Claudia just keeps making them stuff," Altaïr reported, resting his arm along the back of the couch. "Now where were we?"

The anger came back, quick and fresh, like they hadn't been interrupted. "Leave my brother alone," Malik hissed out, dangerous and low.

Altaïr's scoff was infuriating. "Malik, he's twenty eight--"

"He's twenty-two, Altaïr."

"--Regardless. He's a grown man. He can take care of himself."

Malik's glare was a sharp one, dry and pointed. "And Desmond was the same age when you were making him call you and talk to you on his way back from work at three in the morning to make sure he didn't get attacked."

"That was different!" Altaïr defended, flaring up immediately. "He could have been in trouble! Kadar hadn't managed to open a tin can in years without getting cut!"

"Stop fighting about me!" Kadar yelled through the bathroom door.

"Shut up!" they both yelled back, prompting Malik to snap, "Don't tell him to shut up!"

Altaïr snarled quietly. "You just did, too!"

"He's my brother!" Malik yelled, standing up quickly. Too quickly. His head spun a little and he felt dizzy, but he held firm. It was more of a stalk than an actual walk to their bedroom door, pausing in the frame. "That's it. Sex is off tonight. You can suck your own dick!"

"Ew!" said the bathroom door.

Altaïr paused, clearly looking torn then. Finally, anger won out. "Fine!" Altaïr said, crossing his arms over his chest loosely. "And if I could, I wouldn't need you around!"

"Ew!"

"Shut up!" Malik roared, to Altaïr or Malik it was unclear, before slamming the door to the bedroom shut hard enough to, ironically, send a picture of all four of them to the ground.

*

Malik must have dozed off once again, curled up in their bed with Altaïr's pillow on the floor, because the next time he looked at the clock it was nearly an hour later and Altaïr was coming into the room.

"Desmond's here," he informed, shutting the door behind himself and leaning against it as he stared at Malik. "So you want to stop being a bitch for five seconds and come say hi?"

Malik sighed out, a hand pressed to his forehead as he sat up and glared at Altaïr. "You're being a bitch," he mumbled, not the most clever thing he could have come up with but he was working with little patience and a lot of headache.

Altaïr's sigh was a tired one, walking the short distance to their bed. He paused on the way to pick up his pillow, eyes narrowing to Malik but apparently decided against opening another can of worms when Malik narrowed his eyes back at him. He placed the pillow on the bed before laying down, settling his head into Malik's lap warmly.

Malik wanted to protest. Maybe punch him in the nose. But Altaïr was right--he was being a bitch. They both were. Probably because they didn't know any other way to be with each other.

"You feeling any better?" Altaïr asked, his eyes fluttering shut as Malik began cording his fingers through his hair. It was getting longer with the winter months, brushing against the tops of his ears. There seemed to be an ever present stubble along Altaïr's jaw, as well, a tired look to his golden eyes. Malik still thought him to be the most handsome man he'd ever seen, though.

"I'm very tired," Malik murmured, his thumb tracing the curve of Altaïr's ear. "If you couldn't tell by the fact I've slept the entire day. But I’m hungry. And Desmond is waiting for us."

Altaïr sat up slowly, leaning against Malik's side and pressing his face into his neck. "Kadar is keeping him busy," he reported, lifting his head with a slight smile.

Malik returned the smile after a brief roll of his eyes, leaning forward to seal their mouths together in a warm kiss. Altaïr's response was immediate, and the hunger there almost startled Malik. It played second to the concern, though, the worry that Altaïr must have been harboring all day. Enough to let him sleep on him for hours, to miss work.

"I would still want you around even if I learned how to suck my own cock," Altaïr mumbled out as soon as Malik pulled back, licking his lips.

"Good to know," Malik responded, shoving Altaïr away in favor of standing. He grabbed his shirt from the desk chair, slipping into it and scratching over his stomach. "You mentioned something about soup?"

"Minestrone," Altaïr confirmed.

That had Malik's stomach rumbling happily, his interest peaked. He opened the door without another word to find Kadar and Desmond going through some plastic bags, putting things into the cabinets and fridge.

"I thought Ezio said Claudia would bring over something, not an entire kitchen," Malik commented, coming to sit at one of the stools by the island in the kitchen. Desmond came over to give him a brief hug and a kiss to the top of his head, brushed off with a slight grumble from Malik.

Desmond laughed. "Good to see you to, Mal. And yeah, I think she's ovulating because she's making a shit ton of food and acting very motherly." There was a heavy pause, Desmond wincing slightly before continuing with a grin. "I think it might be scarier than how she usually is."

"Don't talk about your cousin ovulating," Altaïr admonished, taking the stool beside Malik and resting his elbows on the island. "And what did you bring?"

"Minestrone for the sicky, some shrimp scampi for you and Kadar," Desmond reported, placing a bowl in front of Malik and a container in front of Altaïr. "No peppers for you, Kadar," Desmond continued, grabbing another container with a large K sprawled across it. Kadar took it happily, settling himself at the table and digging in immediately.

The soup did look good. And Malik knew it would be good. But, at that moment, he just didn't want to eat. The thought about earlier, all the vomiting and sweat and tears, made the idea unappealing. If stomachs could frown, Malik was certain his would be.

"What's the matter?" Altaïr asked, voice quiet to avoid disturbing Kadar and Desmond's conversation. The boys were fast friends, dealing with overprotective, short tempered older brothers. Said older brothers used to take advantage of the friendship in order to sneak off and do dirty, dirty things to one another. But now, it was comfortable. The happy family that neither of them ever had.

Altaïr's free hand settled at the small of Malik's back, rubbing soothing circles. And, well, that felt nice. It even got Malik to take a few spoonfuls of soup, despite his lack of hunger. "Did Ezio tell you the news?" Malik asked after he swallowed, attempting to contribute to the conversation instead of staring down his dinner.

Desmond's expression was so similar to Altaïr's it was creepy--a mix of exasperation and fondness. "Yeah, he stopped by to tell Claudia. I heard him from my side of the duplex," Desmond said with a short laugh, rubbing at the back of his neck. Another action that was eerily similar to Altaïr. "Then he came over, but I didn't let him stay long. Shawn's even more of a bitch when sick."

"Sounds like someone I know," Altaïr hummed out, earning himself a sharp jab in the ribs from Malik's elbow.

"You deserved that," Desmond pointed out, leaning back against the counter with his hands on either side of his hips for balance before pushing himself up to sit on the clean surface. "But I'm happy for him. It was kinda obvious that it was going to happen sooner or later. Especially after Ezio accidentally gave Leonardo crabs and they still stayed together."

Malik smirked faintly. "Leonardo still hasn't forgiven him for that one."

"And I learned a new word!" Kadar chimed in. "Granchi. Sounds kinda like raunchy... which is what that entire situation is."

"Amen," Desmond agreed, kicking his feet enough to make him bang his heels against the cupboards. A stern look from Altaïr had him stopping, though, dipping his head sheepishly and jumping down. "Well, it's been fun. But I should leave. You know, Shaun's sick and all."

Altaïr's frown was a generous one, coming to stand, as well. "You just got here," he protested, even as Desmond ignored him and grabbed his coat.

"I know, I know. But hey, I'll swing by this weekend, okay?" Desmond soothed, smiling at his brother. Altaïr didn't look pleased, and Malik knew he wasn't, but he wouldn't argue about this subject. That would mean that he would have to admit how deeply he cared about his brother, and how upset he was that they hadn't seen each other in quite some time.

"Fine," Altaïr said, sitting back down and motioning to Kadar. "Take him, too."

"Why?" Kadar asked, looking down at himself. "I'm in sweats and I haven’t even showered from work."

Malik didn't like where this was going. Even Desmond had paused, watching the situation with an eyebrow arched.

"Because I'm going to take Malik's temperature--" Altaïr began, only to be cut off by Kadar's, "Then why can't I stay?"

There was a brief pause, barely anything, before Altaïr responded, "With my dick. So leave.

Gagging noises were heard from both siblings as Malik contemplated drowning himself in his soup. Altaïr remained impassive, though, staring at Kadar who looking as though he was about to vomit.

"Come on, Kadar," Desmond said, tossing him a jacket. Kadar caught quickly, slipping it on and grabbing his carton of food. They moved swiftly, looking suspiciously around the apartment as though they could see their brothers fucking on every surface possible. "You can crash at my place. Enjoy your night, sickos."

Malik finally came to his senses as the door shut, turning sharply and practically sucker punching Altaïr in the ribs. He couldn’t get much of a windup, but he still felt Altaïr’s ribs sink in at the impact. The man groaned, grabbing the assaulted area and dipping his head down.

"What?" Altaïr hissed, moving onto the other side of the table when he noticed the murder all over Malik's face. "It got rid of Kadar, so we can, you know. Consummate. Remember? Remiss in your duties..."

Malik's sigh was harsh, fingers going through his hair and tugging at it roughly. "Sometimes I really, really want to beat you," Malik growled out, fingers pressing into his eyes.

Altaïr shrugged carelessly as he tossed his finish carton of food into the trash. "You're more than welcome to try. Actually sounds a bit kinky..." he responded, coming over and wrapping his arms around Malik's middle from behind. And Malik let him, because the contact felt nice. And he did love Altaïr, despite being as subtle as getting hit by a bus.

So when Altaïr tilted his face for a slow kiss, Malik returned it almost eagerly. More eagerly than Altaïr had apparently expected, considering he let out a little noise of a surprise and kissed Malik harder.

"Okay, okay," Malik conceded, pulling back with a flushed face and wet lips. Altaïr looked to be in a similar position, eyes dark when he watched Malik carefully, the way his lips moved to make words. "I need to shower first, but afterwards, yeah?"

"Yeah," Altaïr breathed out, sounding a little too excited before tugging Malik into another kiss.

It was more biting than actual kissing, teeth against lips and even the brush of Malik's teeth against Altaïr's tongue. He pulled away with another laugh, pressing their foreheads together. "Go. Bed," Malik directed, turning on the stool to stand. Altaïr was more than happy to comply, though not before winding an arm around Malik's back to grab his ass and tug him forward for a dirty kiss.

"Go," Malik groaned, shoving at his shoulder and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

Altaïr's salute brought him back to their earlier days, with too much sand and sweat. Dressed in uniform, washing their weapons before themselves. Kisses that always tasted like blood and desperation. The memories weren't usually pleasant, but there was still a hot wave of lust that went through him, settling at the apex of his thighs, when he thought about returning to his tent to find Altaïr there. He was always only dressed in his boots and pants, scars along his body and patches of gauze taped to new wounds. He had always been so lean and cut, eyes glittering with the mischief that they lacked these days.

Malik was hard even before he entered the shower, making sure to clean himself carefully in the body wash Altaïr loved that he had been too lazy to use lately.

*

The shower took longer than Malik expected--probably due to the twenty minutes of just enjoying the hot water on his tired body, and then the ten minutes spent debating jerking off so things didn't end embarrassingly quickly. By the time he was done, he was still hard, but much cleaner. He had even shaved.

Malik didn't bother with a towel as he made his way from the bathroom to their room, finding the door slightly ajar. He tried on his sexiest smirk in one of the mirrors on the wall, ending up rolling his eyes at himself before pushing the door open with a solid hand.

Altaïr's soft snore broke the silence in the room, Malik torn between amusement and affection. The man was sprawled out on his stomach, one knee hitched up enough that Malik could see the oil between his legs from where he had apparently already stretched himself. The sight was arousing, without a doubt, but...

Altaïr had been worried all day. Aside from the nap he took after the doctor's appointment, he hadn't slept much. He hadn't slept much in weeks, and Malik knew that he was tired. More tired than he would ever complain about.

So while he cock cried a few sad, salty tears, Malik turned off the beside lamp on both of their sides. He slipped into bed with minimal movement, successfully starting Altaïr out of his sleep regardless. Years of training to sleep light remained active long after the war was over.

"M'lik," Altaïr mumbled, voice a little hazy as Malik slipped an arm around him. He couldn't help but sigh against Altaïr's shoulder as his cock pressed against Altaïr's hip. "Sex?"

"Sleep," Malik soothed, kissing that spot behind his head that made Altaïr go soft around the edges. "There's always tomorrow."

They pushed and pulled, until Altaïr was resting his back against Malik's chest completely, the sheets tugged up around their waist and Malik's face buried in the crook of his neck.

And then they slept.

*

author's notes

End of the first part! Any criticism/cheers/loves is very much appreciated! I'll be working on the second part asap.

I don't like or read mpreg.
This is an exception to both those rules.
Holy shit I have no read something that has made me laugh in this fandom this much in a long ass time.

Wow! It's always great to hear that I've semi-converted someone over to the mpreg side! Although this is a little light on the mpreg--later installations will involve it more heavily, not only in their personal life but maaaybe as a sexual fetish for Altaïr (that he never saw coming...)

I hope you stay tuned for it!

Ooohhh I just love this!
they are so cute *_* I normally don't like mpreg either but this is just adorable.

Thank you! As I stated above, this part is a little light on the mpreg. But I hope you stick around for Malik growing large (and in charge~) :)

holy god this is made of win!!!!!!!
MUST
READ
MOAAAR

keep going you're doing great (:

Thank you for the encouragement! It took me such a long time to write the last two or three parts, but I think since I've gotten it up/I'm getting feedback, then it may or may not be a little easier to write :D

*cheers* This is gorgeous, I love the way you portray their relationship as being so loving, and you portray their bickering and volatile tempers so perfectly. Kadar as the slightly bratty little brother is great. I can't wait to see more!

Thanks! In this story, they've already been together for around fifteen years, so they're pretty well versed in switching from comforting to hellcats in about .3 seconds flat.

And Kadar is just... Kadar. Love him to bits, bless his soul.

OMG. This is beautiful. This is exactly what I never knew I wanted. I'm looking forward to more!

I don't really like mpreg but you, good anon, make me want to read more.

This is really well written and xjshfcehwjc Kadar! I just love him. :')

And I really like how your portray Altair and Malik's relationship, they're so adorable but still have that sass between them. Lol, sass? Whut?

Please continue, anon!

this got filled, i just didn't bother checking the fills only area xD

But when i did asgdjasgk i was happier than a vampire living in a blood bank, FUCK!

I absolutely loved it, writeranon great job 8D better yet I ADORED IT FFF- I HAVE NO WORDS SEE GOD i can't come up with anything so here have a muffin. /gives

And the Kadar parts where he's just grossed out to the limit i couldn't LOL any harder <3333 WAITING FOR MOAR :3

This is FANTASTIC!!
Quick questions- Are Altaïr and Malik married? Are you going to keep writing? PLEASE KEEP WRITING!!!

Wow...this is shaping out to be one of the best fills I've read for this fandom. Authornon, I hope you haven't abandoned this fic because it is seriously awesome. <3

Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease continue this fic, Anon!

I adore well-written MPreg and this is shaping up to be one of the best. Please continue it. I love all the interaction, and I's love to see how everybody reacts to Malik's little surprise.

If I can reciprocate with a minifill to encourage you, I will!

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