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Sexy and badass Altair has an army of past lovers (both male and female) but love didn't play any part in his exploits. It was all about lust. When he finally realizes that he feels something for Malik, he reluctantly confesses his love. Malik reciprocates his feelings, but problems arise because both men were in the past exclusively tops.

Cue discussions, experiments and general discomfort, until Altair decides as proof for his love to bottom for Malik. The big, bad assassin is surprisingly shy and vulnerable, but Malik is very gentle and takes good care of him.
Dear Anon, give me hot yet gentle and romantic sexytimes!

Oh dear god please someone write this! Please!

SECONDED FOR GREAT JUSTICE. I WOULD WRITE IT BUT I'M BOGGED DOWN IN OLD PROMPTS. T_T

He didn’t realize it fully until his second-in command nearly drowned.

“This is why I say away from water,” Altair grumbled, burrowing his fingers through his hair from underneath his hood.

“No, you stay away from water because you cannot swim,” Malik replied, completely startling the Grand Master. Altair could have sworn that his friend was sound asleep in the bed, healing. He heard the smirk through the dry rasp of his voice. “What are you doing there, Altair? A Grand Master should not be on the floor.”

He shook his head defiantly while Malik sat up in his bed. “Malik. Why do you speak? You should be resting.”

“I have been resting for ages,” he complained. “I am fine. I wish to return to my duties.”

“Ever diligent.” Altair cast a glance toward Malik. “I will have a meal brought in first, and then you may do as you please. Is that fair enough?”

Malik sighed, though it lacked any force. “Fine.”

The room grew quiet; only the chirping of birds and soft murmuring of the novices from the outside breached the walls. Malik looked over at Altair, who looked incredibly sullen for someone who had just been brought the relief of a friend surviving. He was about to investigate when Altair looked down at the grown, hood covering everything except his mouth, and said, “I was worried about you.”

“Growing soft on me, brother?” Malik teased.

Altair shook his head and sighed, standing up. “I will return shortly with your meal.”

The other opened his mouth to say something, but Altair had already flown from his post. The eagle reported to one of the women in the kitchen that Malik was awake. He gave them the order to make the ex-dai’s favorite meal, which the ladies were not hesitant to make. They were eager to please both the Grand Master and his second.

The women made quick work, especially since Altair hung around, looking confused and lost, which was something strange for them to see. They were used to the confident, strong, and willful Grand Master that had assumed the old role without hesitation. Today, he looked conflicted.

“Master?” a fair young lady tried, daring to tap him to get his attention. He started, but seeing the woman halted him in his tracks. His mouth felt dry, so he nodded his thanks and vanished with the bowl of food.

“That is so odd,” another whispered. The ladies behind her nodded in agreement, but continued making lunch for the rest of the novices.

Altair climbed the stairs back up to Malik’s room. When he found his second, the man had fallen asleep once again.

He found himself smiling softly at the sight. “Resting for ages, indeed,” he whispered. Knowing Malik would wake up soon once more, he set the bowl of food on the end table next to his bed and sat down near him, in the same position as before.

Silence filled the air once again. Malik’s soft breathing contented Altair. He is okay. He is at rest. He is healed.

He reached over to place his hand over Malik’s and rested his head on the bed. “Safety and peace, my friend.”

ohgosh anon thank you thank you thank you for taking on this prompt. This is already so lovely and full of poignant feelings, and I cannot wait to see where you go with the rest of it. ♥

After spending a couple of days worrying over Malik, the Grand Master was back to assuming his position with a bit more power and less fatigue. He issued orders daily, whether small or large, and in between his duties, asked the Apple questions.

At first, the piece of Eden was willing to show him anything he wanted; at the demise of Al Mualim, it was a like a gate had opened, and knowledge was flowing in like an overwhelming flood. Now, however, it was reluctant. Still, Altair did not give up. He was determined to unlock its secrets.

He had been so absorbed in his notes that he didn’t notice Malik standing next to him, peering over his shoulder.

Altair didn’t look up until he felt a fist at his temple, resting but still pushing against his head.

“Were I a man out to get you, you would be dead, Altair,” he said, sounding irritated. He retracted his ‘hidden blade’, watching as Altair turned to face him. “When was the last time you ate? Or slept?” Altair’s appearance was one to be desired, what with the dark under his eyes that looked like charcoal or the hallowing of his cheeks. Everything else was concealed by his robes, but Malik had no doubt that he looked similarly.

The fact that the Grand Master had to think on it for more than thirty seconds, the silence stretching on awkwardly, was Malik’s answer. Still, Altair scrounged something up eventually. “I ate a few hours before you were engulfed by the waters of Masayf, and I slept the night before.” He wanted to lie and say he was fully nourished and rested, but he could no longer lie to Malik.

“That was nearly four days ago!” came Malik’s agitated, loud growl. His single fist clenched and his eyebrows furrowed together. His posture grew stiff and tall aside from his shoulders, which were pinched closer to his neck and altogether uncomfortable looking.

“Peace, friend, I am merely finishing my work, and then I will-“

“Work!” the other repeated, clearly exasperated. “Work, he says! This is simply you obsessed with a piece of metal—it doesn’t even…! Masayf needs-”

Not often did Malik stutter, stumble over words, or have a lack of eloquence. It was almost disconcerting; he must have angered him greatly.

“What Masayf needs is what I am providing,” he interrupted, strong and confident. He looked up into Malik’s eyes, but they were casted towards the window, apparently too upset to look at the Grand Master. “Malik,” he tried, but his friend wouldn’t tear his eyes away from the skies. “Malik, please, look at me.”

He had used the word ‘please’, which was enough for Malik. He turned, and had the gall to look mildly shocked.

“Malik, you need not worry about me so much.”

“And yet you are allowed to fuss over me for days? Gossiping nursemaids are not hard to come by, Altair. I know the only time you left me was to bring your work into my room or to get me food. It was not even a deep puncture that ignited a loss of blood; it was nothing worrisome, yet you escalated it into something huge.”

Altair looked away then, at his desk, but Malik saw the surprise and—embarrassment?

“The water…” Altair started to murmur in response, but couldn’t formulate anything that made him sound like a coward, so he left it at that.

Malik visibly softened. He then placed a hand on the Grand Master’s shoulder, scowling when he tensed up in response. “I will be back at high noon,” he all but snarled, prying his hand off of his brother and stalking towards the door. He cast a glare over his shoulder. “If you are not resting or eating by then-“

“I know, Malik,” Altair interrupted, golden eyes glinting from under his hood. It might have been a trick of light, but Malik was sure he saw hints of an assuring smile. “Safety and peace.”

He sighed. “I pray you will find both,” he murmured, unaware that Altair had heard.

Oh! OH, that's simply great! I can't tell you, how happy I am that you picked up my old prompt! And I love your fill so far and can't wait for further installments. I think, I love you (in a non-creepy way, of course).

Malik, as promised, returned to the Grand Master at high noon. When he entered Altair’s chambers, he found the great eagle slumped over the desk with both hands on his face, propping his head up. His eyes were shut contentedly, and Malik realized he had fallen asleep at the desk. If anybody else had come in instead of his second-in command, surely he would have been mortified to be caught in the act of something so embarrassing.

He couldn’t have been asleep for more than an hour. Malik gently pat Altair’s shoulder, whispering his name so he wouldn’t be too startled.

At Malik’s voice, Altair seemed to visibly shrink; he hunched over further and buried his head into his hands. “Malik,” he moaned desperately. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

The other’s eyebrows shot up for just a moment, but he was more concerned than anything. “Altair? Altair, what troubles you?”

Eventually, the Grand Master was shaken out of his dream (nightmare?) and he looked up at Malik, startled and relieved at the same time. However, he said nothing, save for the clearing of his throat and the small greeting that could barely be heard from under his breath.

“Are you all right, friend?”

“Yes.”

Malik put a hand on his waist and skeptically watched Altair fiddle with a few things on his desk, clearly wanting the elder to leave him. “I see you found sleep,” Malik noted, somewhat averting the subject, “but you could have retired to your quarters. Come.”

“Where?”

“Where do you think? We will go to your chambers, and I will make sure you are properly rested.” Only Malik could say these things or order the Grand Master around; anybody else would fear the wrath of Masyaf’s great eagle. Altair stood their hesitantly, and then he nodded. Arguing with Malik did not seem pleasant right now; especially if he was shaken up from his dream with sleep was still pulling at his consciousness.

When they entered Altair’s chambers, it was obviously not used very often. Altair rarely, if ever, slept in his chambers, often falling asleep at his desk or on some pillows strewn on the floor. The poor man looked as if he wasn’t sure what to do.

Malik smirked. “What, do you need help undressing as well?” He wasn’t intending on actually stripping Altair down, but he did pull off his hood to peer curiously at the master’s flushed face. “Altair?”

“No,” he answered defiantly, turning away. “I am capable of that myself.”

Whatever made him so crabby didn’t matter, because Malik only found amusement in it. He smirked lightly at the assassin.

Once simply dressed in his small clothes and no shirt, Altair looked over his shoulder at his friend. “What, do you intend on sleeping with me in the same bed to ensure that I will not leave?”

“That is not a bad idea,” Malik replied smugly, watching as the displeasure cross Altair’s face. “I will leave once I feel you are well enough to be left alone.” He took off his own robes and such to match the other.

Altair sighed and shook his head, but still watched Malik rid of his clothes. “You treat me like a child.”

“You act like a child.”

“I do not.”

“Quiet yourself and get in bed.”

Altair glared at the smirking second-in command, but complied nonetheless because he was Malik and he would always listen to Malik.

Driveby anon is really liking this!

they are so cute together!!! :3
please moooooree!! :)

Oh the snarl. I do love smarmy Malik.

Despite its misuse, Altair’s room was rather comfortable. Masyaf’s skies were clear and bright; the sun shone through the many large windows and stretched upon the wooden floors and the assassin’s bed. Altair and Malik both lay silently on the bed, covers not necessary with the blissful warmth of the sun and the light breeze that would occasionally tickle their backs.

Altair faced the wall, unable to look at Malik but he could feel those eyes caressing him, absorbing every rise and fall of his body.

Softly, Malik asked, “What were you dreaming of earlier?”

The Grand Master’s expression dampened further. He shifted awkwardly, quiet, and eventually grumbled, “I thought we were sleeping.”

“Yes, but perhaps speaking of it will decrease the chance of it happening again. Get it off your chest, Altair. I am here to listen.”

The younger male sighed. Malik was being so kind about this, and so far hadn’t used his usual condescending tone.

“You apologized to me while you slept.” He chose his next words carefully and asked them deliberately. “Did you dream about Solomon’s temple?”

That is what one would assume, Altair thought, not sure if he had the heart to tell Malik otherwise. But it was far from Solomon’s temple, although he supposed it had… some kind of influence.

Altair was trapped. Malik might let this go if the master remained stubborn enough, but he was Malik. He had to tell him, even if it involved him-

“Fine, you do not have to tell me if it bothers you so.” The older flipped his body so that he wasn’t staring at Altair’s back anymore, and he relaxed immediately without those powerful eyes on him. “I merely wanted to help,” he murmured lightly, and Altair felt just a little guilty.

“I did something to you,” he began quietly, “and you hated and condemned me. You would not even look at me.”

“That was long ago-“

“No, Malik this is something different. This happened in my dream.” He gently flipped over so he was facing Malik’s back. “I kissed you.”

Malik tensed, and Altair could hear the uneasiness creep into his voice. “And why would you do something like that?”

The Grand Master took in a great breath to steady his nerves, and with all the confidence he could muster, an amount similar to when he would perform an important assassination, placed a warm hand on Malik’s back. “Because I am convinced love you, Malik, and I was tired of worrying, waiting, and unsure of what to do with myself when you are away. Feeling trapped when you are near, but it is accompanied with such a wonderful feeling of affection that I do not mind. Your biting and teasing remarks are like my food—while your presence is my air. If that is not love… I do not know what is.”

Altair could feel Malik’s heart beat through the palm on his back—could practically hear it pounding—and noticed the hitched breathing.

Eventually, the second-in command sliced through the uneasy silence. “I must have time to think on this.” Altair visibly shrunk away, removing his hand and giving the man his space. “No,” he spat, “you may stay close. I did not say I had ill feelings. In fact, I… I believe I can return them. But I must think.”

The assassin returned his hand to Malik’s back and gently rubbed along the smooth skin. Malik tensed at first, then relaxed and sighed softly. Altair smiled.

_{I'M SORRY this is more fluffy than anything, and I really tried to not make it too sappy but I obviously failed. Okay I swear the hot stuff will actually arrive. Eventually.

During their nap, Malik didn’t sleep. Plagued with thoughts of Altair’s (rather heartfelt) confession, he tossed and turned; the warmth of the sun had grown too hot.

Each time he lay Altair’s way, he would study every contour, every detail, wondering if he could set aside the status quo to be with the Grand Master. (He knew he could, but was it worth the risk?)

Sometime in the second or third hour, Altair’s arm reached over Malik’s torso and pulled him closer. With his back flush against Altair’s chest, he knew for sure he wouldn’t be getting any sleep. Not that he really needed it; after all, this was simply for the other to gain his strength back.

Oddly enough, he found it comforting and… right. Surely enough that was enough to form a decision? As if he needed to make one. He knew he could (and did) love the other man enough to spend the rest of his life with him, ruling over Masyaf together.

Malik closed his eyes and leaned further back against the other man. Altair stirred only slightly and tugged him closer.

Malik frowned suddenly, registering the fact that their relationship would have to be extremely reclusive and exclusive so the people of Masyaf wouldn’t react negatively. He wasn’t sure how to feel about that. He was sure he could be responsible enough, but what of Altair? Of course he could, he was Grand Master for a reason.

The man in question began to rouse as Malik felt his breathing quicken to a normal, awakening pace. His head came to rest on the join of skin between Malik’s neck and shoulder.

“You are thinking too hard, Malik. I can practically hear it, it is so loud.”

Malik snorted softly.

“I believe that is enough sleep for now—“

“No,” the other interrupted sternly. “Nothing pressing is occurring today. I am afraid your absence of rest has given you the time to get things done, and now you are without anything to do but catch up.”

Altair shook his head, and it took every fiber of Malik’s being to suppress a shudder when he felt Altair’s lips brush against his shoulder. “There is always work to be done.”

“Nonsense. You refer to that piece of Eden.” He scoffed. “Now, go back to sleep. You have time.”

The other hummed in acknowledgement; then, “As you wish.”

“Hm. So easy to comply, now. If I ask you to stay away from the Apple, will you?” Malik teased.

“Perhaps… But only if there is a worthwhile distraction.” There was more pressure from the lips on his back. Malik was sure that had been a kiss. His skin heated up significantly, feeling like fire. He cursed the sun inwardly and willed with all of his might that the blush might go away.}

Never apologize for fluff, anon. Never. I am so in love with this fic, you don't even know; take as much time as you need to get to the sexy bits. <3

Agreeing with above anon, never apologize for fluff EVER.

“You are thinking too hard, Malik. I can practically hear it, it is so loud.”
That is pretty much my favorite line I'd read in a while and so fucking appropriate and Altair-y and obnoxious XD

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