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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Filled - Malik/Kadar + Altair 1/2
(Anonymous) 2011-02-02 10:34 pm (UTC)(link)Ugh, me. IDK where this came from and if this is not what OP desired in any way, shape, or form I am so, so sorry. /hides in shame]
Malik awakens from the dream with a start, sucking in a breath that sounds too loud in the midnight silence of a slumber that should have been content, satiated from activities earlier experienced. The body against him, the one he holds back to his front, stirs slightly but does not join him in muddled lucidity.
He is grateful for that, Kadar’s face is peaceful and beautiful in sleep and he would not wish to disturb him, especially considering that it was only mere hours that they had both fallen asleep, exhausted from activities both shameful and forbidden and yet so wonderfully satisfying.
Malik does not know what to make of himself that he is awake now, stirred from dreams by an ache within him that does not fade once consciousness returns but rather narrows and he is all too aware of his erection, the weight of it heavy against the curve of Kadar’s ass.
Malik smothers a moan, trying to slow his rapidly beating heart, attempting to regain control over himself. He is better than this. He isn’t some hormonal youth, controlled by base desires.
But yet as he closes his eyes, relaxes the arm thrown so casually over the subtle slope of Kadar’s waist, all he can see is the slow burn of amber eyes, the infuriatingly arrogant crook of a smirk on a scarred mouth, and feel the phantom crush of lips, the strong grip of rough hands intent on bruising. He can taste the constructed memory of the tangle of tongues and the undulating roll of hips against his, the slide of friction up and over and in and he feels his cock jump against the flesh of Kadar’s hip.
Malik makes his decision before he could think on it overlong, sliding his hand down and nudging Kadar’s leg forward gently, providing a better angle for him to align his cock against the still slickened hole of Kadar’s entrance and push slowly forward.
His brother’s body is still ready for him, fucked slowly open from their earlier coupling and when he pushes in he is careful to do so slowly because he is reluctant to fully waken his brother just so he can satisfy this shameful ache within him; fucking his flesh and blood to soften the lusting ache he has for his rival.
The irony is not lost on him, he just finds that for now he has not the patience to consider it and is far more interested in the way Kadar’s body is still so tight despite being easy to slide inside, the contradiction losing itself in the sheer pleasure of burying himself in the body of the younger.
Once he is in, encased deep, Malik takes a moment to breath, checks Kadar’s state and finds him still asleep though his skin to the touch is hot and his brows are gently knit. Malik props himself up on his elbow and watches him, other hand sliding to his hip and holding him secure as he draws out slightly and sets a slow rhythm of gentle thrusting, a teasing pace that only serves to make him harder within Kadar’s body, anxious to see how the other will take this assault to his body muffled as it is under the blanket of sleep. His hand slips down to brush against Kadar’s cock and feels with satisfaction how it is slowly hardening, reacting positively to the attention.
He spends little time worrying from that point and content that he is not hurting his brother he lets his eyes slip closed as he fucks the still sleeping body of Kadar, thrusting in and out, picking up a speed gradually as he feels the threads of pleasure begin to tangle together tighter, building. Unbidden he cannot stop his thoughts from drifting to that man whom he finds so infuriating, that egotist who finds so much pleasure in flaunting his own skill, so loudly proclaiming his delusional superiority not with words but with his carelessly presumptuous actions.
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-02 10:35 pm (UTC)(link)And Malik knows, knows the moment Kadar does awaken, his body tensing and an uninhibited moan escaping his lips, a hand scrabbling up to clutch for purchase against the sheets. The way Kadar shapes his name on his tongue causes Malik to shudder and pull very nearly all the way out before roughly thrusting forward again, his hand sliding down quickly to grasp the others swollen length, pump it in the tight grip of his fist. His mouth descends to Kadar’s throat, bared to him as he kisses the pulse there, licks at the thin sheen of sweat that makes his skin shine in the moonlight darkness of their room. Malik can feel orgasm coiling in his stomach, wrapping the pleasure tight until he knows it will spring forth with just the right move, just the right thought.
He comes with the fantasy of Altair’s body tight around him and Kadar’s name, mercifully, upon his lips. His hand works Kadar’s erection in his hand, his hips pivoting against his brother’s ass, grinding his softening cock within him a few more moments before he feels Kadar shudder and buckle, his body curling as he releases into Malik’s hand.
Tired and finally content he slides his hand down, smearing the evidence of their coupling across the inner crook of Kadar’s thigh, smiling slightly when he gets a hitching gasp in response. He slides out of the other a beat later, savoring the feeling of how he slips out so easily , and shifts himself to pull Kadar close against him.
A pause, the sounds of only their breathing, before the voice of Kadar breaks the peace. “Brother, are you well?” he asks and his voice is soft in the darkness, tentative and tired, warring with post-coital weariness and concern. Malik tightens his hold, his hand brushing Kadar’s shoulder.
“Everything is fine,” he says, his voice limned with rare affection. “Sleep, Kadar.” His brother makes no more objection, settling quickly and very soon Malik knows that he is again lost to the conscious world.
When Malik finally feels ready to sleep again and closes his eyes his sees the burn of amber and a mouth crooked in a smirk of condescension. He dreams of what it would take to break it.
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-02 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)So glad someone filled this, it totally made my day. ♥
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-03 03:26 am (UTC)(link)Re: 2/2
(Anonymous) 2011-02-03 03:39 am (UTC)(link)Also, this?
He dreams of what it would take to break it.
Makes me crave more.
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-05 03:46 am (UTC)(link)Re: 2/2
(Anonymous) 2011-02-05 05:02 am (UTC)(link)Second off; holyfuckingjesuschrist.
You've just made me start shipping Malik/Kadar. Thank you writeanon?