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asscreedkinkmeme) wrote2009-12-26 11:46 pm
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Bedside manners [3/3]
(Anonymous) 2010-02-06 07:16 am (UTC)(link)“I dare much,” Altaïr growled, holding Malik’s eyes, watching the answering predator within them stare back in challenge as he sucked at his fingers deliberately, slicking two. At the first intrusion, Malik jerked with a low whine, his hand curling over the back of Altaïr’s neck.
At the second, scissoring and twisting, Malik spat into his own palm, reaching between them to stroke Altaïr, the loincloth discarded, snarling as the scarred stump of Altaïr’s maimed left hand brushed up in the soft skin above his entrance. They kissed, tongues tangling, biting and growling. Impatient, when Altaïr finally breached him, Malik merely bared his teeth and forced himself down, in a harsh slide that made Altaïr hiss and tense, until he was fully hilted and Malik had his teeth in his neck, bleeding him.
Taking him as roughly as Malik seemed to want was difficult with only one working leg, and eventually, Malik flipped them around, arching his back against Altaïr’s hips as he set a shallow, hard pace, his eyes closed and his lips parted, growling as Altaïr palmed him roughly through wetting breeches, until Altaïr finally managed enough energy to jerk upwards as hard as he could. Malik flinched with a hoarse cry, the wet spot expanding under Altaïr’s fingers, clenching around him so tightly, so exquisitely that with another thrust, then another, Altaïr too found his brink.
In the morning, Altaïr woke to Malik already fully dressed in a fresh set of clothes, leaning over a book at the counter. Without looking up, Malik growled, “Your clothes are in a corner and you know where the bath is. Once you are finished, get out.”
“No breakfast?” Altaïr grinned, though he forced himself carefully to his feet, groping for the crutch.
“You can go fuck yourself.”
“So harsh, rafiq,” Altaïr grinned, picking up the clothes and limping over to the counter, leaning close until his lips were at Malik’s ear. “When my leg is healed, I will return and take you over this counter… and then when you are begging for it, I will have you again over the cushions, until we are raw and the whole city knows from your cries that you are mine.”
The tip of a dagger pressed up against Altaïr’s chin, but Malik was blushing, still ostensibly reading his book. “Hurry up and get out, bastard.”
“Until next time, Malik.”
-fin-
Re: Bedside manners [3/3]
(Anonymous) 2010-02-06 08:38 am (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2010-02-06 07:13 pm (UTC)(link)no subject
(Anonymous) 2010-02-08 12:40 pm (UTC)(link)That.... was hot.
Like... DAMN.
Can't write Altair/Malik? My dear, I do believe you underestimate your own amazing.
Re: Bedside manners [3/3]
(Anonymous) 2010-02-10 05:11 am (UTC)(link)Re: Bedside manners [3/3]
(Anonymous) 2010-05-05 04:11 am (UTC)(link)Re: Bedside manners [3/3]
(Anonymous) 2010-11-26 02:12 am (UTC)(link)Re: Bedside manners [3/3]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-09 02:59 am (UTC)(link)