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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Not a second later, Malik pulled away with a sharp jerk. His cheeks burned with more than just whiskey and he stared irresolutely out of the windshield. He had gone unnaturally stiff as he waited for Altair to do something. Throw him out, yell, punch, kick, whatever, just so long as he did something other than stay silent.

Finally, he had to say something. "Sorry," he mumbled.

"What for?"

Malik hesitantly looked over at Altair, who had a bemused sort of expression on. "For... For doing what I just did," he said.

Altair shrugged. "Why?"

"Well, doesn't it b-bother you?" He asked, hating how meek he sounded and hating Altair more for not being upset with him. This nonchalance was disconcerting.

Altair shook his head. He glanced away, a slow smirk forming. "It doesn't. Then again," he paused to reach down between the door and the chair. "I've been wanting that for a long time." With that, he flicked a small switch and Malik's chair collapsed backward.

Malik let out a rather un-masculine shriek. He had hardly a moment to register their words or his world suddenly being thrown backward before Altair was on top of him.

"Altair! What are you doing?" He hissed, his hands trying to shove the other male away but with no success.

"Mal-mal," Altair sighed, leaning down and bring their faces close once more. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you." It almost sounded possessive. "And I know you've wanted me too."

Malik looked away, too ashamed in himself to meet Altair's gaze. His heart thudded in his throat but his mind was still captured in the sweet daze of the whiskey. He bit slightly at his lower lip.

"Haven't you?" Altair asked, sounding, slightly, unsure.

At the sudden change in Altair's words, Malik turned his head to look at him. For a long moment, he stared. One, because he couldn't quite focus around the dizzying tilt of alcohol and for another because he still wasn't sure if could come to terms with what he wanted either. Finally, he nodded, the action jerky and rough.

Before another word could be said, Altair slammed their lips back together. He didn't want Malik to pull away again, so he curled a hand around the other's neck, holding him in place. He nipped harshly at Malik's lower lip. Instantly granted access, he dipped his tongue in, mapping out a previously unexplored place. Malik moaned into the kiss, making a jolt of electricity shoot down Altair's spine.

His free hand delved lower, searching it's way up and under Malik's shirt. Sport calloused fingers brushed against soft, unmarred skin.

Malik arched slightly, his hands tightening around Altair's shirt.

Both male's pulled back for breath. Panting slightly, they stared at each other for a long moment.

"Have you done this before?" Altair asked.

Once more that expression of shame crossed Malik's features. He shook his head slightly, not meeting Altair's eye again. "N-no," he breathed.

Altair's eyes widened and his lips tilted upward in a smirk. While he had been had many encounters with the cheer leading squad, he had never completed the task. For him, it made this situation all the more exciting. They would both be taking something, normally considered special, from each other.

"Perfect," he whispered before tilting back down and licking a delicate stripe from Malik's jaw to his ear.

Malik's breathing hitched slightly and his jaw tightened. He never thought that an ear could possibly give him so much pleasure. Then again, he hadn't really noticed Altair's other hand until it pinched lightly at his chest. He gasped and pulled back, not expecting the enjoyment he found in that either.

Altair, more than pleased with the other's reactions, steadily kissed his way back down to Malik's exposed chest. He nipped and bit at the skin, not caring if he left a mark. "Mmm-Malik," he sighed, still kissing at the shockingly soft skin. "I think you have something to remove."

omggggg this is so.freaking.HOT!
You've made me immensely happy :D
And the last bit!! You are a master of suspense and cliffys!
*F5F5F5!!*

Bringing himself back to reality, Malik pushed Altair away. He sat up slightly and hurriedly removed his shirt. Tossing it behind him, he looked back up at Altair, once more that hesitancy crossed his features. He was silently waiting for Altair's judgment.

As soon as the clothing was removed, Altair's gaze snapped over to the large scar crossing Malik's left arm. He remembered the day he had gotten it. That scar was the reason he had given Robert de Sable a matching one. Not wanting Malik to feel insecure about it, he leaned down and gently licked at the raised scar tissue.

Malik shuddered and fell back. The scar had always been particularly sensitive, it wasn't until now that he realized how sensitive.

"Absolutely beautiful," Altair whispered. He moved to continue his attentions on Malik's chest. His hands traced circles into the other male's flesh, although, they were itching to dip much lower.

"Don't be so cute," Malik panted, his eyes closed in bliss.

Altair chuckled, his lips brushing for a pert nipple and making Malik squirm. "I'm not being cute, you are," he replied, which earned him a frustrated growl and a punch to his arm. "Alright, alright. I'll keep compliments to a minimum."

As per his agreement, he continued the awkward process of kissing down Malik's body while stuck in the confined space of his truck. Finally, he had to pause to shove the center console up, giving both male's more room. He shifted slightly to steady himself and restarted his nipping down Malik's stomach to the hem of those god-forsaken pants. He reached up to unbutton them.

That was when Malik's hand shot forward to stop him. "W-wait," he breathed. "Are you sure?" He asked, his brown eyes wide with fear of the unknown.

"As sure as I'll ever be," Altair replied. He kissed Malik's knuckles before shoving his hand away.

He unbutton the jeans and shoved them down. He was greeted with a pair of tight black briefs, straining over a steadily growing erection. He was unable to stop the smirk that pulled at his mouth.

"Enjoying yourself?" He asked, glancing up at Malik's flushed face, which only darkened in response.

Chuckling, he shifted again to rub a hand over the tight fabric. He was instantly rewarded with a moan. Wanting more of those sounds, he continued to rub and press. After less than a minute of attention, Malik was writhing, his hips jerking up into Altair's hand.

"I want to fuck you so bad," Altair groaned, more than turned on by the wanton Arab below him.

That made Malik groan loudly. He bit his lower lip and tilted up on his arms. Even if he couldn't agree more, he wasn't exactly sure how to go about it.

"H-how?" He asked.

Altair shifted back between his legs. Now that the center console was removed, Malik could easily spread his legs without discomfort. The half-Arab teen smiled slyly at him. "Ezio told me how. Just trust me, okay?"

Malik slowly nodded. Somehow, he didn't doubt that Ezio had explained the process. However, his stomach was slowly forming knots. He had never done anything like this before, hadn't even imagined doing such a thing. But, he knew that he wanted it and if he didn't get it he was going to be less than his cheery self come Monday.

"It might hurt so, I'm going to prepare you," Altair explained, lifting a hand to his mouth.

Malik arched an eyebrow at him. Only receiving a wink, he watched as Altair lewdly sucked on two of his own digits. His tongue swirled out teasingly, coating his fingers evenly. Not once did his gaze leave Malik's.

"Remove those," Altair commanded, pointing at Malik's black briefs.

*shivers* Writernon, you're killing me. *__*

Malik paused to shoot a glare up at Altair. "Yes, master," he huffed before he shifted. It was a bit strange, trying to shove his boxers off while stuck in the passenger's seat. In the end, he managed it and kicked them to the floor, along with his shoes. He glanced up at Altair.

The half-Arab teen was smirking at him. "Bigger than I expected," he commented, his gaze focused pointedly down.

"Let me guess, bigger than you," Malik replied, never one to lose his sass, no matter what.

Altair shook his head. "No, smaller than me, but still more than I imagined."

That made Malik blush. The idea of Altair imagining him naked made him squirm, whether with embarrassment or pleasure, he hadn't decided.

"Move your legs," Altair said in a shockingly sweet voice.

Malik easily complied, although he gasped and jerked away when Altair's wet fingers pressed against his entrance.

"You want this to happen, don't you?" Altair asked. When Malik nodded, he continued, "then relax and let it happen."

After a bit more coaxing, Malik allowed Altair to continue. He bit harshly at his lower lip. While he wasn't sure what to expect, he did know that he hadn't expected it to burn as much. Then again, men weren't built to have things pushed into them. It took a lot longer than either of them would have wanted before Altair could actually press a second digit in. Even then, it took a few minutes before he could move them to get Malik properly stretched.

Never enjoying to see Malik in pain, Altair would pause every so often to press gentle, distracting kisses to the other's tense abdomen. He would like at the shivering muscles and nip at the places he had already found to be receptive to his touch.

Finally, finally, he hit the spot that made Malik's back arch and a moan roll off his tongue. Wanting to make sure the other's was ready, he hit the spot a few more times, before pulling his fingers out and his pants off. Jerking his shirt and jacket off, he tossed them into the driver's seat. He paused briefly to fish a condom out of his back pocket. At Malik's questioning gaze, he shrugged.

"Can't have you getting pregnant on me."

That only earned him a slap to the shoulder.

He chuckled softly and carefully unrolled the plastic over his straining member. He knew the condom would make it easier to move and it would keep Malik from getting any sort of weird infection.

Leaning down, he recaptured Malik's lips with his. "This is going to hurt," he whispered, breaking the kiss briefly. After the other's nod, he pressed his hips forward.

It was excruciating for the both of them. Altair's dick was much larger than his fingers and made Malik's body shriek in pain. While Altair had to do everything he possibly could to not thrust into that tight heat. Both pulled in steading breathes as Altair slowly pressed himself inside of Malik. Fully sheathed, he stopped his hips and tangled his hand with Malik's.

"Are you okay?" He breathed, pressing light kisses to Malik's tense face. "Baby, are you okay?" He repeated.

Malik slowly nodded. He forced his body to relax and once he ignored the pain, he found that the feeling of being this full was better than anything he had felt to date. "Move, Altair," he whined. "Please, it's okay."

Unable to resist that voice, he tentatively pulled back and shoved back in.

It was like shock waves hit them both. Malik's mouth dropped open and his back arched. Altair moaned loudly, his head dropping into the other's shoulder. After that, he couldn't stop. Over and over, his hips snapped into the tight heat. Over and over, Malik cried out in pleasure/pain. Neither of them bothered to keep themselves in check, especially Malik. His body was on fire with all the new sensations and he didn't want them to stop.

"Aaa-Altair," he moaned, his voice echoing in the shaking cab. "Fuck! It's so good."

Altair groaned, his hips thrusting forward. His hand tightened around Malik's, while his free one clenched Malik's hip, leaving deep bruises. "You're so tight," he gasped.

FAPPING AT THE SPEED OF LIGHT

Malik couldn't take much more. His body was being quickly over run with too many new feelings and it didn't know what to do with it all.

"A-altair, please, I'm so close," he whined, his hips now matching, thrust for thrust.

"M-me too," Altair ground out.

A second later, Malik's back bowed completely and his mouth dropped in a loud scream of climax. His essence shot over both their stomachs while his muscles clenched down around Altair.

Not able to take the new pressure, Altair quickly followed Malik into oblivion, his hips jerking to a halt.

For a long minute, the two remained poised like that. Then, finally, Malik dropped back against the chair, chest heaving and muscles protesting. A grunt of pain escaped him, when Altair slipped out.

Altair took a second to remove the ruined condom. He opened the window and tossed it outside, not caring how the surrounding wildlife felt about it. Closing the window, he shifted to sit where the center console normally was. He glanced over at Malik.

The Arab teen was truly a site to behold. His legs were still spread, slightly. Arched over the chair, he revealed taut muscles and a graceful body he normally kept hidden from the world. It was his half-lidded, flushed expression that made Altair want to do it all over again.

"Holy fuck, Malik," he breathed. "That was the most amazing thing I've ever done."

Malik chuckled, a lazy sort of smirk pulling over his features. "Sometimes I do good work, Alty" He said, using Altair's childhood nickname.

Altair laughed slightly. "Sometimes you do, Mal-mal."

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The pair lay prone in the truck for nearly a full hour before they decided they should move. The only reason they came to that decision was other cars had started to pull up in the parking lot. Some of those cars they recognized from school. Not wanting to be the source of rumors, the two quickly threw on their clothes and Altair started the car.

"Want me to take you home?" Altair asked, looking over his shoulder to back out.

"Yea, I think so," Malik whispered. His throat was raw from all his exclamations of pleasure. "Can you fix my chair first?" He asked

"I don't think so. I think you look good like that," Altair replied, not even glancing at him.

After a punch to the shoulder, his seat was righted and they were on their way back to Malik's house.

When they arrived, Malik realized he had a bit of a problem. He had shoved his door open but when he moved to get out a spike of pain shot up his spine. It made him groan. The sound made Altair glance back in concern.

"You okay?" He asked, moving around the car to Malik's side in an instant. "Do you need help?"

"I'm not your wounded girlfriend," Malik snapped, annoyed that he might have to ask for help.

"No, just my wounded boyfriend."

Malik's head snapped up. He stared at Altair for so long it made the other uncomfortable.

"Isn't that what we are now?" Altair asked, looking nervous.

Malik's mouth opened and closed multiple times. Finally, he nodded. "I suppose so," he mumbled.

"Good!" Altair instantly brightened up. "Then let me help you."

Begrudgingly, he allowed Altair to help him out of the truck and toward the front door. Before he could do anything, the door was ripped open. Kadar stood in the threshold, smirking brilliantly at them.

He looked Malik up and down, taking in his bedraggled state and pronounced limp before he looked at Altair. The man's wide smile told him more than anything. He stepped back to allow the new couple inside. Still watching them, his smug colored eyes tracked them to the living room couch. Once they were settled he closed the door behind him .

"Enjoy yourself, Mal-mal?" He asked

Malik only groaned and flopped over on the couch.

"Thank you for making my brother a man," he said. "Would you like a congratulatory drink?"

This earned him a pillow to the gut from Malik and a loud burst of laughter from Altair.

Aww writeanon, you are amazing! This story was wonderful, exactly what I wanted and more!

The buildup was so cute and funny, I love how everyone interacted and the whole atmosphere of the school (the Cesare/Ezio rivalry, seeing Shaun, Desmond, Robert and others in the mix too)! And those little scenes as the week went by - the closet lol, lunchtime etc - really sweet :)

And the actual scenes were so HOT and believable, (Malik being all unsure and Alty in control) I loved it! You captured their personalities so well and omg this was just so fantastic I have no more words...The end was utterly adorable too!

I must also give a shout out to the epicness of Kadar in this XD it's nice to see him being all snarky and clever for once!

Instant fave! You've made this OP very very happy. Once again, thank youuu for filling!! <3<3

Unf, *fans self* I'll be in my bunk.

_{Damn Kadar is a sassy little thing isn't he?}

... what compliments can one give, when the compliments themselves wouldn't feel adequate at all? Because this is just... awesome, amazing, wonderful, sexy and downright alkjfgbskfj.

As always, this anon has a thing for Altaïr being the dominant one, but you made him so realistically human when he was unsure that this was something Malik wanted too or when he was all like 'You're my boyfriend now... you are, aren't you? Please say yes?'

Your epic fill is epic. Thank you.

Once more, this write!anon is blown away with everyone's compliments.

Thank you so much for reading and enjoying this! It was an amazing prompt that just had to be filled. Thank the OP!anon for having such a brilliant mind to even start the ball rolling.

Again! Thank you. <3

AUGH I need this fic like I need oxygen

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