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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
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Re: FILL: Breaking Free 3b/3 (COMPLETE)
(Anonymous) 2012-11-25 03:17 pm (UTC)(link)Altair didn't look up as his fingers flew over Malik's body, removing the shredded pieces of his robes and peeling the blood-soaked fabric off of him.
“You stupid novice! Is your arrogance so big that you think you could fight against an entire army of Templars?”
“Is your pride so big that you refuse to admit that you would have died there if it haven't been for me?”
No. Of course not. Malik knew that. He hadn't accept to die there but he had faced the possibility very well.
He hissed when Altair pulled away the last of his clothing only to reveal a rather large gash on his chest. There was no doubt that it would leave an ugly scar once it was stitched up. They didn't have the tools to do so here though – it'll have to wait, Malik would live. None of his injuries was fatal but hurt like a bitch.
“You could have gone after Robert”, Malik said quietly as Altair worked on his body, refusing to answer his question.
“Robert de Sablé wasn't my priority.”
It left Malik speechless for a few long moments, moments which seemed to never end.
“You were”, Altair added and Malik closed his eye, falling back against the straw his chest heaving as he breathed through the pain inside his heart.
“Why?”, he finally asked, his voice thin and barely above a whisper and Altair poured water from one of his bags over a piece of cloth and dragged it across his chest, washing away grime and dried blood. Some of the cuts started to bleed again as the cool water hit Malik's skin.
“Because you're a member of the Brotherhood.”
Oh.
For a moment, Malik liked to believe Altair saving him hold a different reason. He didn't know what reason that should be but for a moment he wished... he just wished that for once, it'd be because he was important, to Altair. Not to the order.
“I can be replaced”, he said and swallowed thickly, shifting his weight and it felt like as if he was sinking deeper into the small bedding made of straw. Malik wouldn't mind if it swallowed him and he would never the see the light of the world again.
“Not to me.”
Only then did Malik open his eye and he looked at Altair and saw how the younger man was looking down on his hands which had stilled, the cloth dangling from between his fingers as if he had forgotten about it.
“What is this?”, Malik asked slowly and he felt himself growing irritated.
Altair sighed heavily. “I've been a fool, Malik”, he murmured quietly, his head hanging low between his shoulders, the hood keeping his eyes in a shadow.
“Normally, I would make no argument, but what is this? What are you talking about?”
“All this time, I never told I was sorry...”
Malik grew quiet, his breaths shallow.
“... too damn proud. You lost your arm because of me, lost Kadar.”
Malik's heart was aching, tears threatening to break free from his eyes. Couldn't he just shut up? After all he's been through those last couple of hours, he wasn't ready yet to have a conversation like this. Kadar... god, the guilt was eating him alive. Altair couldn't just talk about him like that, couldn't just act like as if it was his fault alone that Malik's brother had died.
“I do not accept your apology”, he managed to say at last, his voice hoarse.
Altair's shoulders slumped down. “I understand”, he said, his voice as distant as Malik knew it, as it always had been.
“No you don't”, he quickly added and his fingers wrapped around Altair's wrist to keep him from getting up. For a moment, Altair's eyes flashed up from behind the shadow, an amber gaze setting on Malik's face – if only for a split second, then it was gone just as quickly. “I do not accept your apology, because you are not the same man that went with me into Solomon's Temple. So you have nothing to apologize for.”
It was only true wasn't it? If Altair would have wanted, he could have had Robert's head today. But he refused, deciding that the life of a fellow brother hold more importance than the Templar himself. Eighteen months ago Altair would have made a different decision, not caring the least about Malik.
“Malik”, he whispered his name and the Dai thought he'd never heard somebody speaking his it like that before. Altair's voice was raw, full of emotions. He never thought he would ever see the day for that to happen.
“Perhaps... if had I not been so envious of you, I would not have gotten so careless myself. I am just as much to blame.” He couldn't forgive himself for what he did at Solomon's Temple, leaving Kadar behind – but he could forgive Altair because it was easier to show some kindness to somebody else than to himself.
“Don't say such things.” Altair looked up at him now, the hood falling back and revealing his bright eyes.
Malik's hand twitched but in the end he couldn't bring himself to reach out for the other man. Such things, such intimacy like the touch of another human being, was something he forbid himself. Instead he shook his head. “There were times where I wanted to see you dead and on some days I thought I would burn alive with my hate for you.” Malik looked off into empty space. “Huh”, he scoffed, “I think it was what kept me alive during those first days after they took my arm”, and as he looked up he thought he saw Altair flinching – but it was too dark in the small stable for him to be sure. It was probably only his imagination. “But then I realized that your dead wouldn't make it better”, and now his voice sounded thin and broken. “It wouldn't bring Kadar back to live or give me my arm.” He tried to smile. Truth was, his hate had been everything which kept him alive – and after a few months he had feared he would lose his will to live if it was gone and Malik had realized that hate couldn't be the answer, that his desire for vengeance was focused on the wrong issue.
“We are one, Altair. As we share the glory of victory, so too should we share the pain of defeat.” He swallowed hard. “In this way we grow closer, we grow stronger”, he finally said and it left Malik empty as truth tasted bitter.
Altair started moving again, dragging the cloth further over his chest, careful with the various cuts there. He brought the piece of fabric to Malik's left shoulder and he tensed. He glanced up at Altair and his face betrayed nothing when he washed down what was left of his arm.
“How did you know what happened to me?”, he pondered quietly and Altair turned away and took one of the small bags he was carrying on his back. He pulled out white, fresh linen to bandage Malik's wounds.
“A beggar”, he said simply and when Malik arched one eyebrow in question Altair sighed and continued: “He was getting beat up by guards, I helped him.” And Malik's eyebrow only rose higher because that didn't sound like Altair at all – the man really did change, didn't he? “He told me he saw something odd happening the other day. Guards beating up a man, taking him with them.”
“That's nothing out of the ordinary happening in Jerusalem”, Malik commented dryly and Altair gave him a stern look. “Alright, I shut up now. Tell your story”, Malik said and made a small waving motion with his hand.
“He thought it was odd because he kept hearing them saying the word 'assassin'. He doesn't understand French but he could hear the world very clearly and he told me that he thought that there must have been a mistake because-” Altair bit down on his lip and returned to unfolding the bandages, placing them next to Malik's body.
“Because?”, Malik urged him to keep talking.
The look in Altair's eyes had grown hard and distant and he avoided to meet Malik's burning gaze.
“Altair!”, Malik said after his patience was ready to tear like a thin thread.
“Because he thought that a cripple couldn't be an assassin.”
It was quiet for a few couple of breaths and Altair's shoulders looked tense as he started to wrap the first bandage around Malik's chest and he let the man do his work without showing any resistance.
“I knew it was you”, Altair added after a while, his voice thin and weak, so much softer now and full of regret. “I disguised myself as a beggar and let them capture me. I stole the keys from one of the guards and replaced them with a replica I made. That's all.”
“What about your mission? Robert de Sablé is in the city. He knows now that you're here. He will double his guards at the funeral, you won't get a chance to get to him.” Malik sounded angry but he felt as if he would shatter any moment now, his soul ready to break apart and to fall into million pieces. Altair would be the death of him.
“He would have known I'm here anyway”, Altair said calmly and took his time to tend to Malik's wounds.
“Why?”
There was the hint of a smile spreading over Altair's lips, empty and sad. “He has his spies everywhere, doesn't he?”
“Your mission is going to fail and for what? Because of your stupid stubbornness. Haven't you learned anything? You compromised the Brotherhood by coming after me!” New anger was blossoming in Malik's chest because he could accept anger better than he could accept the kindness Altair showed towards him. He wasn't ready to face the truth yet.
“The way I see it I would have compromised it if I hadn't come for you...” Altair tilted his head to one side and sat back on his heels, his hands resting calmly on his thighs and now that it was out in the open, there was no way for Malik to not see the truth.
He rubbed the bridge of his nose. Why kept Altair doing this to him? He'd done already enough and he just couldn't... he was in no condition to deal with all of these things, all of these raw emotions tearing at his soul, collapsing like a wave over him, carrying him away and leaving nothing but his vulnerability behind.
“Why?”, he whispered again in the end, squeezing his eyes shut tightly and covering his face with his one hand. He felt Altair's fingers brushing across his own, wrapping around his wrist to pull his hand away. He let him.
“I've already told you”, Altair murmured, his fingers entwining around Malik's. Malik opened his eyes, looking up at Altair and he was so close, too close, his breath caressing his face and it felt a bit intimidating. “You're my priority.”
“What?”, Malik mouthed the word because it was already too late, Altair had closed the gap between them, leaning forwards and kissing him. It felt weird, the man's lips moving in small waves across his own and Malik barely opened his lips and before anything more could happen, Altair had already withdrawn. Malik looked dumbfounded at him, Altair's gaze hard and unforgiving, almost angry, the kindness he'd seen only seconds ago gone.
“Forgive me”, he said with a pressed voice. “I had no right”, and he made to turn away to get up, but Malik grabbed his arm and forced him to stay.
“Don't”, he said, his voice as quiet as a whisper. “You've come for me?”, and he said it as if that thought had never crossed his mind even though Altair had already tried to tell him so many times. Altair had come for him – not for the Dai who had been captured, not for the Brother who got abducted by Templars. He'd come for Malik. It felt so very odd, so very out of place for Altair to do such a thing. In all honesty, it sounded out of place for anybody to do.
Altair barely nodded but in the dim light of the moon falling through a small window he caught the small movement of his head.
“You've come for me”, Malik repeated the words as if he didn't believe them. His eyes flickered across Altair's face and with his cowl down he was able to see everything of it. Malik's fingers curled into Altair's collar and with his last strength pulled him towards him.
He was acting insecure at first, slowly leaning forwards and licking over his lips. His breath brushed over Altair's face and the man's eyes were burning into his, making it feel like as if he was looking right into Malik's soul. But in the managed he gathered enough courage to kiss him and this time he was prepared, his lips moving over Altair's and parting for his tongue to enter. It was gentle, rather innocent but it was enough to leave Malik breathless. The world had slowed down and it were only Altair and him who existed at the moment. All he could feel was Altair, all he could breath was Altair, all he could taste was Altair. The man consumed everything of Malik like a storm of fire and he feared that once they would part that nothing was left of him anymore. He sighed softly into Altair's mouth and the man shifted closer, one shaky arm wrapping around his waist to pull him against his body and Malik groaned as his hand pushed down on a bruise on his back.
It broke the spell and Altair pulled back, his eyes slightly widened they roamed over Malik's body. “I didn't mean to-”
“You didn't hurt me”, Malik said quickly, his hand coming up to cup the side of Altair's face, his thumb trailing over the scar on his lips and Altair leaned into the soft touch.
“No, Robert did”, he breathed slowly out and his fingers buried themselves into Malik's short hair above his neck. Altair leaned into him again, kissing the corner of his mouth. “Rest now. You need”, he murmured gently against his skin and Malik looked up at him, seeing the reflection of himself in Altair's bright eyes. He leaned back to lay down and his heart was beating steadily and calm inside his chest, his fever still strong and his wounds still hurting but his mind was at ease.
Malik followed Altair's movements as he bandaged the last of his wounds, his skin tingling from where his fingers touched him and Malik slipped his eye shut again, breathing slowly in and out as his body screamed for the sleep he needed.
Altair came to him. It was still quite difficult to believe that since Malik couldn't understand what the other man saw in him. He would have to ask him, maybe in the morning. But it felt good and comforting and... and if it was possible for Altair to forgive Malik for letting his brother behind, maybe Malik could forgive himself. Lover was stronger than hate, he realized that now and maybe it hadn't been hate keeping him alive but... love.
Altair brushed his thumb across Malik's cheekbone and swollen eye. “Safety and peace”, Malik he murmured as he watched how the man's breathing got deeper and that it wouldn't take much longer for sleep to come for him.
“Your... presence delivers me both”, Malik said softly and he truly meant it as for the first time since his brother's death and Solomon's Temple his soul was at peace.
Re: FILL: Breaking Free 3b/3 (COMPLETE)
(Anonymous) 2012-11-25 10:53 pm (UTC)(link)Re: FILL: Breaking Free 3b/3 (COMPLETE)
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-19 07:25 am (UTC)(link)I realised I was kind of a jerk in the prompt by saying Altair rescue "would also be nice" as if I don't want Malik rescued wholeheartedly (the whole history crusades thing was driving me mad at that point when I wrote the prompt), but let me just say YOUR ALTAIR RESCUE WAS WRITTEN AMAZINGLY and I'm also really glad you did it. The ending just made me squealed a little.
As another anon said, this pairing never grows old! Now I want to make fanart QvQ
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