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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tl;dr

[(Anonymous)]

So for some reason I like Altair being terrible to Kadar and having it be about Malik. >.>a I think this is similar to some prompts that have been up before, but I'm not sure if the specific details I want have been prompted/filled, so I'll just go ahead.

I'd love to see a pre-game fic where Altair is at the height of his self-absorbed asshole-ishness...but not self-absorbed enough to miss that under Kadar's admiration/hero-worship is passionate, helpless infatuation. And since Altair happens to be plagued by constant, furious desire for Malik, who won't give him the time of day without berating him about something (god why is that so irritatingly hot, he wants to gag that scathing mouth by just shoving in--), he decides to use Kadar as a substitute to relieve his frustrations.

Key point - he makes no secret of this fact and Kadar goes along with it anyway. And Altair doesn't let him forget who it's really about for him for a single moment during the heated affair - hissing things along the lines of 'I bet your brother would be better at this/look better on his knees/moan prettier, give me a moan that sounds like he would, no wait, insult me first', and covering up Kadar's soft blue eyes with one hand as he pounds into him and pants 'Malik, Malik, damn you', etc. Bonus points if to his embarrassed shame all of this just turns Kadar on even more - Malik's presence/reaction to finding out optional. 8)b

....Fff, I've really thought this out too much, huh. >.>a

Re: tl;dr

[(Anonymous)]

Seconding! Do want, do want!

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[(Anonymous)]

Let's go. Do want badly.

minifill

[(Anonymous)]

His world is narrowed to what blurry images he can see from between the cracks of Altair's fingers, and the sharp pricks of pain that come from Altair biting at his mouth, digging the talons of his free hand into his waist, grinding his hips into the uneven stone floor. He takes it, soaks it all in like there is nothing in him but room for this torture, until even his heart begins to inevitably hurt in the cage of his chest. Nonetheless, he reaches forward, reaches back, reaches for more, because Assassins have been taught to weather pain, and this, at the very least, makes him feel like he stands a little more on par with his brother and the great Eagle of Masyaf, who are otherwise always so unreachable because he is too young, too unskilled, and too much not Malik.

Altair, normally a man of few words, speaks at him, but not to him. He is so furious; everything about that calm, aloof demeanor is gone. He is always angry when they do this, always so forceful, and always aching, but that makes them more alike, Kadar figures, and he revels in that too. “Why can't you look at me?” Altair growls, pressing his palm and fingertips against Kadar's brow, until color blooms behind his eyelids. “Why won't you look at me? I have done everything even Al Mualim would want, and you still turn away? Damn you, you are not too good for me! I have bested you at everything! Why is that not enough? Why am I not enough?”

Kadar pants against the inside of his wrist, back arching off the floor, and he doesn't say anything, because his voice is not deep or dry enough to pass for his brother's, but he lifts his hands, even if Altair is keeping him pinned down far enough that he can only brush the tips of his fingers against the older man's chin. He can already feel the edges of a scowl there, the dampness of sweat and the wrinkle of skin as Altair pulls his lips back over his teeth, but Kadar cannot get past that, his reach limited as it is. Altair shoves him off with a rough push and a roar, down and away from him, “Why am I not enough?” he snarls.

Kadar's fingers flex in the air, grabbing at nothing. I don't know, he thinks, I don't know, Altair. Why? Why aren't I?

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[(Anonymous)]

I..

... oh. Well done, anon. Well done. ;n;

BRAIN FAILURE

[(Anonymous)]

JIZZING EVERYWHERE HOLY SHIT I AM SOBBING YET FAPPING WTFFFFFFFFFFF

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[(Anonymous)]

This needs to be filled