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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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(Anonymous) 2010-11-16 08:22 am (UTC)(link)Re: More love?
(Anonymous) 2010-11-16 05:10 pm (UTC)(link)Fluffy AltMal [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-11-18 04:58 pm (UTC)(link)~~~
Altair watched as Malik tore into the young novice that had just come in. The boy had tumbled haphazardly into the bureau, taking out some of the plants and his own ankle in the process. Altair assumed the setting sun had darkened the bureau so much that the boy had dropped in blind. As it was, the darkness did nothing to hide the reddening of his cheeks that grew with each passing second as Malik wrapped his sprained ankle.
“- and I always have to tell you novices, do not blindly jump from the rooftop over to try and make it into the opening, but no! Each one of you more foolhardy than the previous, making a mess of my bureau and not heeding my adv-”
Altair decided that the novice had probably heard enough- he looked ready to cry. He reached his hand out and gently let it rest on Malik’s shoulder.
“Come Malik, let the child be. He’s learned his lesson, and won’t forget it anytime soon,” Altair said as he indicated to the ankle. Malik got up, letting out an uncharacteristic sigh of exasperation and throwing up his one hand.
“Fine, you take care of it. I have trouble tying off the knot anyhow.” And he was gone, disappearing into the well hidden room he slept in. Altair watched him go in bewilderment, shaking his head. He knelt down in front of the novice, who blushed even more.
“Please, Master, I think I can take care of it… You’ve already done enough, sir.” The boy tried to pull his leg towards himself but only received more pain for his troubles. He let out a low hiss as he slowly put the ankle back where it was.
“You won’t be able to walk on this for awhile. Another of your peers will have to take over your assignments.” Altair watched the boy’s face subtly, busying himself with tying off the bandaging. The boy looked suitably shamed, and his eyes kept flitting to where Malik disappeared to. “… Are you afraid of him?” The novice blinked, shocked.
“What? I mean, no Master! I just…” The novice fumbled for the right words. “You only came in today, right sir? The rafiq has been very… umm… upset these past few days. Easy to irritate, I suppose, but I do not blame him. I think he has been feeling restless because of his stay here.” The novice looked unsure, as if he may have mispoken, but he sounded sure of his assessment.
“… I see. Your ankle is taken care of. You should rest outside, then make for Masyaf in the morning. My assistants will see that your duties are transferred and you are given time to recover.” The novice nodded and, with some help from Altair, stood and limped to the pile of cushions by the entrance. Altair listened until he heard the boy’s breathing even out, and then made his way to the back room. Malik was sitting on his bed, a single candle lighting the room. His head rested in his hand.
“Is he okay?”
Fluffy AltMal [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-11-18 05:00 pm (UTC)(link)“I am just tired Altair.”
“Something troubles you?” Altair’s gaze immediately darkened. Malik looked up and shook his head, resting his hand on Altair’s.
“No, nothing like that. I just miss… certain things from before. Helping out the novices that come by has its rewards, to be sure, but I cannot help but feel trapped here…” Malik’s hand moved to clutch at the empty sleeve on his left, and Altair felt the guilt twinge inside him, as painful as before.
“Malik… I…” Malik stood suddenly.
“Don’t apologize again. We’ve gone past this point,” Malik reached up to cup Altair’s cheek. “… far past. It is okay, I will get over it soon enough.” With that, the touch was gone, and Malik was getting ready to sleep. Altair was at a loss, unsure of how to comfort the other man. He looked down at his hands, then through the doorway out to the main part of the bureau, searching for an answer. Then, it hit him. Altair was so struck by the brilliant idea he could barely restrain the jerk of his body towards Malik. Instead, he coughed into his hand, trying to regain his composure.
“Malik, come with me.” Altair grasped his hand.
“What is this, Altair? It is late and I wish to sleep off my mood.” Malik grunted, tugging at his hand, but Altair held it firmly.
“Come, I have a solution. Just trust me,” Altair pleaded. Something in his voice must have reached Malik because the other man looked up and sighed.
“Very well. Lead the way, Altair,” Malik mumbled. Altair smiled, trying not to let his nerves show through.
‘Hope this works.’
They walked out of the room, making sure to tiptoe past the soundly sleeping novice. Malik looked dubiously up at the entrance, but Altair sprinted up the wall first, turning and holding his arm down for Malik. Malik sighed, and then ran up the wall, going as far as he could and reaching out his arm. Altair caught it and pulled Malik up easily. Altair blinked. The rafiq had lost some weight. He frowned, blaming it on the stress, but did not say anything. The moon shone bright in the sky, illuminating Malik’s face. He took a breath of the cooler night air and gazed at the stars. His lips twitched into the barest hint of a smile.
Altair turned and began running over the roofs towards his destination. He heard Malik follow closely behind and grinned. The wind picked at their clothes and filled their lungs. Their feet touched the ground for a beat, and then they were propelled once more through the air, only their shadows giving chase.
Fluffy AltMal [3/3]
(Anonymous) 2010-11-18 05:01 pm (UTC)(link)“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) 2010-11-20 02:45 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fluffy AltMal [3/3]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-03 04:21 am (UTC)(link)