(Forgive the wait, anon, life and college kicked my ass. This will be completed tonight; three/four parts total. Warning: Malik may or may not be a cockslut.)
Malik meets Ibn-La'Ahad's eye suddenly. "W-well... it would mean a great deal to me. My focus of study is the ancient middle-east,"
"I know."
"Then it should be obvious why I wish to see this codex!"
"It is a family heirloom," Altair says stubbornly, still eyeing Malik. He remained silent, and Altair continued. "What will I receive from showing you the Codex?"
Malik's eyes widen imperceptibly as he catches on and he resists the urge to splutter indignantly. Altair smirks, leaning casually against the desk and picking up his term paper. He thumbs the pages absently and Malik feels a sense of dread wash over him. Altair flicks his eyes toward Malik's, amber meeting brown under lowered lashes. The young doctor felt a swell of arousal flush through his body and bones, beginning in his groin and burning his cheeks.
Altair moved slowly, but it appeared as an immediate death-toll in Malik's mind. He stood tall over Malik's chair and leaned forward, his hands gripping the arm rests and effectively trapping the doctor in his chair. "Or rather, doctor, what would do do for the Codex?"
"I..." Malik began thickly, leaning back in his chair as far as he could. Altair pushed foward toward the professor before sealing his lips over the frightened doctor's. Malik panicked-- he struggled, pushing fruitlessly against his student's (dear God,) chest only to have his single hand caught in a stronger, callused one. Altair held the slender hand to his chest and nipped his captive's lips.
"I think I know what you would do, doctor." Altair whispered against Malik's panting mouth. "You would do whatever I asked, wouldn't you?" Malik groaned, pressing his hips into the leg between his thighs. "So eager already," Their lips met again roughly and Malik wrapped his arm around Altair, bringing him closer. Tongues mashed together, teeth scraped as both sought dominance in the kiss. Malik's chair creaked dangerously as the two rocked pelvises.
"Shit!" The chair toppled over, effectively trapping Malik against the wall beneath the whiteboard and underneath Altair (now straddling his chest, the zip of his jeans so tantalizingly close to his face).
Altair grinned evilly and Malik swallowed thickly, trying to push away from the student. "Altair, I-" The professor grew silent as Altair unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, his erection bouncing deliciously close to Malik's face.
"Suck," He ordered, and the doctor shivered, his eyes rolling in pleasure.
Re: The Codex [2/?]
or may notbe a cockslut.)Malik meets Ibn-La'Ahad's eye suddenly. "W-well... it would mean a great deal to me. My focus of study is the ancient middle-east,"
"I know."
"Then it should be obvious why I wish to see this codex!"
"It is a family heirloom," Altair says stubbornly, still eyeing Malik. He remained silent, and Altair continued. "What will I receive from showing you the Codex?"
Malik's eyes widen imperceptibly as he catches on and he resists the urge to splutter indignantly. Altair smirks, leaning casually against the desk and picking up his term paper. He thumbs the pages absently and Malik feels a sense of dread wash over him. Altair flicks his eyes toward Malik's, amber meeting brown under lowered lashes. The young doctor felt a swell of arousal flush through his body and bones, beginning in his groin and burning his cheeks.
Altair moved slowly, but it appeared as an immediate death-toll in Malik's mind. He stood tall over Malik's chair and leaned forward, his hands gripping the arm rests and effectively trapping the doctor in his chair. "Or rather, doctor, what would do do for the Codex?"
"I..." Malik began thickly, leaning back in his chair as far as he could. Altair pushed foward toward the professor before sealing his lips over the frightened doctor's. Malik panicked-- he struggled, pushing fruitlessly against his student's (dear God,) chest only to have his single hand caught in a stronger, callused one. Altair held the slender hand to his chest and nipped his captive's lips.
"I think I know what you would do, doctor." Altair whispered against Malik's panting mouth. "You would do whatever I asked, wouldn't you?" Malik groaned, pressing his hips into the leg between his thighs. "So eager already," Their lips met again roughly and Malik wrapped his arm around Altair, bringing him closer. Tongues mashed together, teeth scraped as both sought dominance in the kiss. Malik's chair creaked dangerously as the two rocked pelvises.
"Shit!" The chair toppled over, effectively trapping Malik against the wall beneath the whiteboard and underneath Altair (now straddling his chest, the zip of his jeans so tantalizingly close to his face).
Altair grinned evilly and Malik swallowed thickly, trying to push away from the student. "Altair, I-" The professor grew silent as Altair unbuttoned and unzipped his trousers, his erection bouncing deliciously close to Malik's face.
"Suck," He ordered, and the doctor shivered, his eyes rolling in pleasure.