Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Part 1
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Part 4
Part 5
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Fluffy AltMal [3/3]

[(Anonymous)]

They reached the base of a guard tower, neatly avoiding any guards they came across. In order to not attract attention, they could not make a sound, so Malik settled for giving Altair a cross stare. Altair only smiled, and brought a finger to his lips. They walked around the tower until they found some scaffolding. Malik was able to climb up with relative ease, but his mood did not look as though it was improving, as Altair judged by his expressions. They were high enough to avoid detection by the guard, so Altair moved in close and brought the man’s hand to his lips.
“Please, brother. You will see why I brought you here,” Altair murmured against his knuckles. Malik blushed lightly, then nodded.
“Very well. I do not see how we will finish this climb, however.” Malik looked up at the rest of the tower forlornly. They were about two-thirds of the way up, and the rest of the climb was made up of a series of small handholds that Malik could not hope to scale. A quick movement brought his attention to Altair, and suddenly he found himself flush against the assassin’s back, with his arm wrapped around one broad shoulder and the man’s hands pulling his legs up around his waist. “Altair! This is- This is demeaning! Put me down!” Malik tried to struggle, but Altair began to climb and he was forced to stop, lest he send them both down to their deaths. Halfway up, Altair turned his head back as far as he could, catching Malik’s eye and giving him a mischievous smile.
“Almost there.”
Malik gave an exasperated groan, burying his head into the other man’s neck. The rest of the climb was silent, punctuated only by Altair’s soft pants and grunts.
The top of the tower was thankfully unguarded. Altair pulled them both up, let Malik down and stretched out. Malik turned to face him.
“Alright, Altair. I’ve followed you all the way here. What is it you wanted to show me?” Altair lazily indicated behind him. Malik turned and for a moment could not breathe.
The sky was clear, letting the moon light up all of Jerusalem. The Dome of the Rock glinted below. The rooftops looked snow white, contrasting sharply with the dark blue of the night sky. Malik gazed up at the heavens, taking in the sight of the sky unhindered by rooftops. The peace of the moment was a world away from the bustle of the market, and crying of beggars and children, and the cacophony of animal noises and breaking pottery. Malik could never remember being on top of these towers being so calming- it had always been normal climb up the tall structures to get a bearing on the city, and therefore he’d never paid attention, but that was before he lost his arm. Now that he was back up here, he realized how he had taken it for granted.
Malik jumped at the pressure of a hand on his waist. He turned to see Altair, and saw his face morph from a distinctly self-satisfied expression to a worried one.
“Malik… why do you cry?” Altair cupped his cheeks, and Malik could suddenly feel the cold wetness there.
“Altair… I…” Malik’s mouth opened as he searched for the words, but none came out.
Altair kissed him, slowly, softly, mouth opening as Malik’s did, bringing his arms up to wrap themselves around the other’s warm body, bringing his hands up to weave themselves into his thick, dark hair, and for the first time in months, Malik felt truly alive. The pulled apart slowly, resting their foreheads against each other and catching their breath.
“Thank you Altair,” Malik whispered. Altair smiled, and for the rest of the night they looked out upon Jerusalem in each other’s arms.

Re: Fluffy AltMal [3/3] late?OP here

[(Anonymous)]

D'aaww....So cute! And the climbing and Malik not even having to say anything and.....Aw, writeranon, thank you for this fill, I do believe it has just made my day! :)

Re: Fluffy AltMal [3/3]

[(Anonymous)]

Random!anon passing by and just had to say I adored this. Especially when Altair pulled Malik onto his back for the final bit of climbing. And such a sweet picture of them at the end, with their foreheads pressed together. I love all the wonderful smexy fills here in the meme, but I am such a sucker for fluff fics and this was wonderful. Thank you! <3