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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
(Livejorunal) Archive
#2 (Livejournal) Archive
(Delicious.com) Archive
(Dreamwidth) Archive <- Currently active
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Discussion
Re: Altered Flight Pattern (84/?)
‘Who else would it be? Hey’
‘Fuck I dunno, Altair stole the phone from you last time’
‘Key word being ‘stole’’ ‘What is it?’
‘Is it bad I wanted to apologize again?’
‘Fooor?’
‘… He didn’t tell you?’
‘Tell me what?’
‘Fuck, nevermind’
‘…’ ‘Now you have to tell me’
‘Nope’
‘C’mon ezio don’t be a dick’ ‘ezio?’ ‘ezio?’ ‘ezio?’ ‘Damnit ezio don’t fucking screen my text messages!’
‘Does Altair have a cellphone?’ ‘Sorry I was screening your messages, I was waiting till you weren’t mad’
‘He does’
‘Texting?’
‘Yes’
‘Give me his number’
‘Why don’t you ask someone else?’
‘No one else has his number, obviously. Like my cousin gives it out to just anyone’
‘He’s your cousin’
‘Yeah and he also punched me in the face the other day. I’m not on his short list of people he likes right now’
‘Why do you assume I have it?’
‘Should I really honor that qystion with a real responce?’
‘You can’t see me, but I;m rolling my eyes so hard right now’ ‘Fine, it’s 614-872-1073’
‘Thanks’
‘Don’t thank me’
‘Why?’
‘Should I really homor that question with a real respnce?’
‘… Fair enough’ ‘Also, I’m sorry.’
‘Yeah okay whatever it’s about as bad as rauf apologizing to me, stop it, you know I hate mopers’
‘kk’
‘Never send me that message again or I’ll be the pne punching you next time I see you’
‘HA! No you would’t, my face is too pretty for that’
‘Try me’
‘kk’
‘You’re like a five year old’
‘Hey also, get together at my place this weekend. Coming?’
‘For?’
‘Hockey’
‘Sure’
‘Don’t bring Altair’
‘Fine’
‘Thanks’
‘I’m doing it for his sake, not yours. He wouldn’t know what was going on’
‘Not because he would punch me again?’
‘Not if I was there he wouldn’t’ ‘So I’ll see you then’
‘Yeah’
—
‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’ ‘Altair’
‘Who the fuck is this and how did you get my number and how do you know my name!?’
‘It’s Ezio’
‘And for about five seconds I thought it was someone important’
‘Ha ha very funny Altair’
‘What do you want copycat?’
‘Thanks’
‘Fuck you, don’t send me a message again until you stop being a scared copy cat and man up to your mistakes.’
‘You don’t have to be so harsh you know’ ‘You’re still my cousin’ ‘Altair c’mon I’m trying to make nice’ ‘Malik told me to so I am, cause he’s my friend’ ‘I know you’re reading these because you’re too anal not to’ ‘Will you at least agree to not punch me in the face again the next time you see me?’ ‘I take that as a no’ ‘Why are you being so difficult right now’ ‘Malik said he forgave me so I don’t know why you have your underwear in a knot. Just stop being a dick okay?’ ‘I’m seriously about the punching thing btw’
—
Malik rose his brows at Altair as he watched the other man turn his go-phone off and toss it onto the coffee table, and that was only after he’d sent a few texts on it he knew were from Ezio. “You going to stay mad at him for a while?” he asked as Altair leaned back against his chest. They were half lying on the couch, Malik propped up against the arm and Altair lying between his legs, back to chest.
“Till I feel like not,” Altair grumbled.
“I think you’re being petty,” Malik said simply and ran a hand through Altair’s hair.
“Probably. He’s still a dick,” Altair folded his arms trying to be grumpy. Malik just smiled slightly and continued to comb through his hair gently and turned to watch the TV which was tuned to Discovery and some sort of mindless fishing show, looked like shrimp. Shrimp, of all things. Altair’s act didn’t last very long though and he tilted his head a little as Malik changed the position of his hand, to get him to ruffle where he wanted.
“I find it impressive you try so hard to be tough,” Malik informed him.
“I am tough,” Altair groused, though lowly.
Re: Altered Flight Pattern (85/?)
“That’s me,” Altair said chipperly and turned his head around and up slightly to catch Malik’s lips with a slight, pleased, sigh. This felt good, especially after how awkward it had been yesterday. Malik had invited Altair into his room and it was like suddenly they didn’t know what to do with each other and it had been a long time since Malik had been with someone. That tended to happen when you had only one arm, you usually got the weirdos with a kink, or the guys who would flirt with an amputee but didn’t want to do much beyond that, that or the guys who were just desperate or were horny enough to fuck anything and not even Malik would sink that low.
He didn’t even take his shirt off around friends, only Kadar, or his parents. He wasn’t comfortable with it, since it was like his one weakness, that one physical defect that people could point and stare at and make awkward comments about. Or worse yet, ask questions. It was why he didn’t go out often, didn’t seek out attention, because just walking down the street he got stares and it made him uncomfortable. Hell, six years and he still wasn’t over the fact that he was limbless and would try to reach for things with two hands. He wasn’t ashamed of the missing limb and the shrapnel scarring, he was just… sensitive.
The idea of revealing that flaw, that insecurity, to anyone who didn’t get it was terrifying. It hadn’t been till he’d had Altair in his room that he realized it fully either. He couldn’t do it. Mercifully Altair didn’t ask for anything and just plopped down on Malik’s bed next to him and curled up under the covers saying he was glad he didn’t have to sleep on that damn couch. The next night Altair didn’t ask or assume. When Malik went to bed he was watching TV and when he woke up in the morning Altair was asleep on the couch in a nest of blankets. He knew not to push. Malik didn’t even know what to say to him after that, so he didn’t, and it had been weird for a bit.
Not now though. Here Altair was, basically in his lap, a warm weight against him, pressed neatly against his chest, lips soft and almost careful as he pressed kisses all over Malik’s lips. “This is the most uncomfortable position ever,” Altair groaned when he pulled away and Malik chuckled lowly only to find himself with a real lap full of assassin as Altair turned around and straddled his thighs. “That’s better,” and he nipped at Malik’s chin through his thin goatee he was growing out for winter.
“Much,” Malik said with a smirk and Altair kissed him again, slow and deliberate, now his own hands combing lightly through Malik’s hair.
“Get a room you two,” Kadar suddenly burst their bubble and Malik turned towards the kitchen when Kadar was getting out lunch meat to make a sandwich, even though it was like nine at night.
“What? No screaming about your poor virgin eyes?” Malik teased him, clearly bringing up every time Kadar had ever interrupted him and Ezio ever.
Kadar gave him a sideways look, “I’ll let you off this once. Though only cause this one has a nice ass and isn’t a jerk,” he said and slathered mayonnaise and mustard on his bread.
“That isn’t very ni-
“You’re pretty generous squirt,” Altair said, leaning against Malik’s shoulder as Kadar piled on turkey, ham, and cheese.
“This once. Honestly, get a room, I don’t want bodily fluids where I watch TV,” Kadar huffed.
“You know Kadar. If I remember correctly it was you who made it so that we now use this side of the couch cushions,” Malik drawled, and Kadar’s ears turned bright red. “Now shoo,” and Malik made a shooing motion as Kadar rapidly threw the lunch meat into the fridge and scuttled back into his room, sandwich in hand.
“Did he really?” Altair asked only once Kadar’s door had closed.
“Yep.”
“How bad did you ride his ass about it after?”
Re: Altered Flight Pattern (86/?)
“He approves you know,” Altair said smugly when he pulled away.
“Yeah, the little cretin,” Malik rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t aware you needed approval. Going to call my parents next?”
“You don’t live with your parents, so I will forgo that conversation until I can’t any more,” Altair said and kissed along Malik’s jaw.
“You can be wise. Who knew?”
“Oh shut up,” Altair growled, right up along Malik’s skin, more of the feeling of the word against skin than actually being able to hear it.
“Hey don’t dooo tha—” Malik ended in a groan, unable to complete his scolding as Altair started to bite and kiss his neck. That was because Altair’s hand was now down over his pants. It literally shorted his brain for a few seconds before getting back on track. “No hickeys,” he said and shoved Altair’s face away from him.
“Anywhere?” Altair asked slyly and Malik flushed. Malik tried to say something but a very embarrassing rasping noise was all that came out instead. Altair chuckled, “So just the neck,” he hummed and Malik swallowed when Alatair’s hands slid up his flanks and took possession of Malik’s mouth again, carefully licking his way past lips and into his mouth. Malik moaned softly and cupped the back of Altair’s neck, thumb working in small circles across the nape of his neck. He stumbled over his own breath when Altair slid a hand up his right side, riding up his shirt, palm and finger pads dragging across skin. He knew one of two things was probably about to happen, he was going to say stop, or, he was going to say more, because this sort of wary dance he was doing around the subject couldn’t be kept up forever. He knew that.
“Stop,” Malik said breathlessly, voice barely above a whisper. “Stop,” he breathed again. Altair pressed his forehead to Malik’s but pulled back, to keep his hands to himself, though he seemed to manage it just barely, only doing so by sheer of force of will, like he couldn’t believe Malik had just cockblocked the both of them. “Off,” he said looking at Altair through his long lashes. Altair frowned at him but did as he was told. Malik liked that. That Altair didn’t ask or assume, he just let Malik do what he was comfortable with since he seemed okay with anything. After all, this was something exciting, something fun, two things Altair was all for.
Malik immediately stood, grabbed the remote off the coffee table and turned off the TV. When he looked at Altair the Syrian just had his brows raised but said nothing. “Coming?” was all Malik asked as he walked away and felt Altair’s eyes follow him for a few seconds before putting two and two together and seeing where Malik was headed. He repressed a little laugh as he heard Altair stumble off the couch and quickly catch up with him as he was about to open his bedroom door. Altair’s arms circled his waist, and pressed his face to his shoulder, kissing him through his shirt.
“Of course I am,” Altair said lowly into Malik’s ear, teeth dragging across the cup of his ear and Malik shivered. He didn’t stop Altair as he slid a hand up under Malik’s shirt before they stumbled into Malik’s room as he physically wasn’t able to take it any more. The door was closed and Malik shoved Altair up against it, he just grinned smugly as Malik kissed him firmly, if only to wipe that look off his face.
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One more scene guys. ONE. MORE. SCENE.
I bet you all know what it is too!
Re: Altered Flight Pattern (86/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-12-15 02:38 am (UTC)(link)Re: Altered Flight Pattern (86/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-01-01 07:38 am (UTC)(link)