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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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∆ Comment is filled by another anonymous with fanfiction/art/or any other appropriate medium.
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Discussion
Re: Buried [5/x]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-01 07:23 am (UTC)(link)"Come here to save your friend?" One of the guards called over to Altair.
The other remained silent and posed. He had seen assassin's fight before and knew better than to taunt them. His hands tightened around the hilt of his sword. He also knew who this particular man was. The feeling that he wouldn't make it out of this fight pulled over him.
"Well, come on then, Assassin! Try to save your friend."
---
Malik's eyes widened. The guards were talking, but not to him. He paused to listen. The word 'assassin' drifted through his dizzied thoughts. He blinked, eyes going wide. Assassin? There was no way. Someone was here to save him? He cried out to the world above him, begging for help. At this point, dignity was beyond him.
---
Altair snorted. He swung himself off of his horse. As he stepped toward the Templars, he pulled out his own sword. He stopped not five feet from them. It was from there that he heard the greatly muffled cries. Shock rolled through his system.
His gaze darted to the pile of recently turned soil. Quickly, he looked back to the Templars. They had to be removed.
With all the grace and speed training had brought him, he raced forward, his sword swinging up. But these Templars weren't stupid. They were ready for him. The silent one, spun away, sword lifted in defense. The mocking one, parried, their swords ringing as they slammed together.
Altair jumped away, making the man laugh.
"Not doing too well, are you?" He shouted. The Templar darted forward, hoping to find an opening.
He didn't get one. In his premature move, Altair dipped low, only to shoot through the man's defenses. His hilt came up, slamming into the man's stomach. As the Templar stumbled away, Altair dropped his sword and brought his hidden blade up. With an artists precision, the blade disappeared once, twice, three times into the man's chest.
The Templar fell to the ground, dead before his body hit dirt.
Altair spun around the face the other man. But that man was intelligent. He dropped his sword and bolted.
For once, Altair let the man live. He had much more pressing things to think about. His blade snapped back and he rushed to the mound of dirt.
"Malik!" He called, hands scrambling at the dirt.
Far below he heard the strained voice of the ex-assassin.
"Malik, calm down. I'm here." He called, trying to be soothing, despite the fear in his voice. He dug at the dirt like a dog, ripping it away.
---
Malik cried and gasped, his hand resuming it's pounding against the wood. His mind was dizzy. His world was spinning. He couldn't think any more. There was no way he was going to be conscious much longer. But he just had to be. He could heard Altair. He was going to live through this. He just had to.
Re: Buried [6/x]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-01 07:38 am (UTC)(link)The buried man eagerly complied, kicking and calling out to him. The noises were beginning to fade, however. The cries sounding tired and coming less and less. The pounding had stopped altogether.
Fear flooded him. He dug ever faster. Just as the last cry ended, Altair's hand collided with wood. He paused, momentarily, to hit it again. Then, with renewed frenzy, he pushed the dirt away, revealing a long, thin wooden box.
"Malik!" He called.
There was a vague answer; a mumbled reply.
"Malik! Move back, I'm going to break the box."
That got a larger response. There was a shocked noise followed by the sounds of someone trying to move in a small space.
Altair shifted above the box, for balance. Then, after a quick warning, he slammed his fist against the wood. At first nothing happened, then he did it again and the wood cracked. Over and over he hurled his fist against the wood. It splintered and broke until finally his fist disappeared into the box. He wrenched it back out.
Not a second later, Malik's own hand slammed against the newly formed opening. Together the two men broke the surface of the wood. Between the two of them, it didn't take long at all for a decent sized hole to be made.
"Altair," Malik cried. "Get me out, please!" He pleaded, his hand coming out from the box for Altair to grasp.
The man wrapped a hand around Malik's and hauled him out. Instantly, the rafiq collapsed against his chest, panting and sobbing against the ruined fabric. His one arm clutched at Altair like he was his only source of life. He pressed up against the assassin, bringing his face very close to the others.
"I thought I would never see you again," Malik moaned, his hand tightening.
Altair's arms curled around the other's shaking frame in a tight embrace.
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-01 08:29 pm (UTC)(link)WRITER!ANON THIS IS SO AMAZING. ;A; Poor Malik and Altair!
OHGOD.
(Anonymous) 2011-02-01 10:06 pm (UTC)(link)it is so lovely! maliiiik D':
OP!Anon
(Anonymous) 2011-02-02 12:16 am (UTC)(link)*grabby fingers*
So... Yeah, I think I woke up the girls in the dorm next to mine with how loudly I squealed when I saw that someone had decided to fill this!! And if I didn't, then I definitely did with all the squealing I did as I read this. My day? Was completely made.
Greedy!OP is greedy and desperately wants more.
Re: WRITE!Anon
(Anonymous) 2011-02-02 07:11 am (UTC)(link)There is a couple more updates coming. OP said they wanted comfort!sex, yes? Yes. Well, it's happenin'. Just wait a bit. <3
Stay fly until then.
Re: Buried [7/x]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-02 07:39 am (UTC)(link)Malik, leaned back slightly, a strange look on his haggard face. Without warning, he shot forward and pressed his lips to Altair's. The kiss was brutal, messy and without any sort of finesse. It was like Malik was trying to suck his lost air straight from Altair's lungs. Eventually, they both had to pull back to breathe. But, instead of stopping his attentions, Malik pressed kiss after sharp kiss to Altair's jaw and neck.
"M-malik!" Altair gasped, his hands tightening around the other male. "What are you doing?" He asked.
"You saved my life," Malik replied, his voice shaken and rough. "By Allah, I will reward you for that."
Altair's eyes flashed and a soft smirk curled his lips. "I shall accept that reward, but not here." He pushed the other away, slightly amused by the pained look it gave him. "Let us get to Masyaf. There, you may reward me in any way you see fit."
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It took no more than two days for the pair to make it to the assassin's home base; shortest time by anyone's standards.
The entire way there, Malik, more then happy with his new lease on life, was continually reminded of his reward for Altair. Despite the teasing atmosphere Altair took to it, Malik was never annoyed. He wanted to give everything and anything to the man who had saved his life.
When they finally reached the gates, Malik practically dragged Altair through the halls of Masyaf. The assassin's wondering the halls stopped to stare. They just couldn't understand why the Grand Master was looking so excited to be pulled around by a one-armed man. As usual, they decided never to question and just let it go.
Finally, Malik pulled Altair all the way to his private chambers and shoved him in. He quickly followed and shut the door behind him.
Before the latch had fully clicked, Malik yanked Altair's face to his and brought their mouths together in a crushing kiss. In the same brutal fashion, their lips worked against each other, tongues fighting for dominance. Malik quickly gave way to Altair; clearly having the man save a life meant that he would come out on top.
Malik pulled away, starting to nip and lick his way down Altair's throat to the top of his clothing. With a noise of frustration, he plucked at the fabric.
Altair chuckled softly.
"We are impatient," he sighed. However, he broke away to quickly undo all the laces and belts holding his outfit together. Just as the last piece had fallen away, Malik attacked the exposed skin again.
This time he bit at the skin, sucking and pulling at the pale surface. Above him, Altair was groaning softly, not at all shocked by the vigorous actions Malik was taking. His eyes had fallen shut until he felt Malik's breath ghost over a quickly growing problem. He snapped his gaze downward.
"Malik?" He asked, the question remaining silent.
"I have to reward you," was the only reply.
Then, he felt a wicked little tongue dart out and taste the heated flesh. A hiss pulled from his lips. Subconsciously, he curled a hand in Malik's hair. In the back of his mind, he was shocked this was happening at all. There had always been some sort of tension between the two of them. He just didn't think it would take a second near death experience for anything to happen. Thoughts of just what Malik would do, let alone allow him to do, flooded his mind. In a matter of seconds, he standing tall before Malik's face.
There was a hum of approval from below. He looked down again.
"You're wonderfully large, for a half-breed," Malik teased, shooting a sly look up at the Grand Master.
Altair growled.
Re: Buried [8/x]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-02 07:54 am (UTC)(link)"Think you can't handle it?" Altair replied, tone slightly annoyed.
Malik arched an eyebrow. His expression showed that he was more than willing to take up that challenge. Silently, he opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around the swollen head. His eyes slipped shut as he carefully pulled more of Altair's length into his mouth.
The site alone made Altair moan deeply. It was all he could to to keep his knees from giving way.
The rafiq was disturbingly good at this. His tongue swirled and his mouth sucked harshly at Altair. Every so often, he would swallow almost all the way to the hilt, his throat working furiously. When he did that, he would hum, loudly, causing sharp vibrations to roll through the Grand Master's system.
"Mmm-Malik," Altair groaned, his hand tightening in Malik's hair. His other, gripped Malik's still clothed shoulder. "H-how did you get so good?" He panted.
Malik opened his eyes and looked up at him, devilishness glinted there. He pulled back and off with an obscene 'pop'. "I've learned many things since becoming a Dai," he replied easily. He opened his mouth and was about to continue, when Altair stopped him.
"Wait, if you continue, I will be done for," he said, ignoring the smirk that was shot his way. "Reward me with something else." The statement was pointed and almost made Malik blush.
Slowly, Malik stood. He nodded. With a slight hesitancy, he led Altair to the bed. He pushed the taller male onto it and climbed over him.
"Which way shall you have it?" He asked.
It was rare for Malik to ever ask what someone else wanted. Generally, he just took and did. This time, he wanted to show Altair just how grateful he was to be alive. And if that meant surrendering, then he would most certainly do it.
With a gentleness that was forever shocking, Altair leaned up and kissed Malik's swollen lips. "I want to fuck you," he replied; the coarseness of the statement slightly ruining the softness of the moment.
Malik nodded, his expression resigned. He leaned back and started to untie his robes. Throwing them on the floor, he tilted his hips forward. There was a slight question in his eyes.
Altair shook his head. "No, I want to see you prepare yourself."
For the first time annoyance crossed Malik's features. He had made his promise to reward Altair, so he simply had to do it. Not taking his eyes off of Altair's face, he lifted two fingers to his mouth. With all the lewdness he possessed, he started to suck on them, his tongue poking out to coat the digits thoroughly.
Altair groaned at the sight. He didn't think a world-traveled whore could look more appealing. His abandoned manhood twitched in anticipation.
Re: Buried [9/10]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-02 08:21 am (UTC)(link)Altair's eyes widened. He didn't know why, but he hadn't really expected Malik to do it. He moaned softly as he watched Malik thrust his own fingers into himself. It was making his mouth water to see this happen right over his hips.
The smallest of moans rolled off of Malik's lips. He was slowly getting used to the intrusion but he knew that more was to come--and Altair was much larger. Not wanting it to be painful when Altair finally joined, he slipped in a third finger. The action made him groan from the slight pain. His hips twitched forward, almost trying to get rid of the newest addition. Still, he kept at it.
Until, finally, he was practically grinding against his own hand. His expression wasn't so pained and the motion wasn't so terrible. In fact, just before he was about to hand the reigns over to Altair, he hit a spot inside that made his vision burst. He gasped and moaned loudly, his hips rolling.
"A-altair," he whined, looking down at the other male. He didn't want to remove his hand but he oh-so wanted to feel Altair inside, now. He wanted that spot to get hit again.
Altair nodded. He reached forward to grip Malik's hips. Once the working hand had been removed, he guided Malik forward, lining them up.
"Are you sure?" He asked, delaying the pleasure Malik desired.
"Just do it!" Malik snapped.
Keeping his smirk suppressed, Altair shoved his length into the other's entrance. That earned him a loud cry. He pressed in until he was fully sheathed inside of Malik.
The rafiq arched forward, panting and moaning. He hadn't counted on Altair being that much bigger. It burned but didn't want to make him stop. His hips twitched and his muscles ached from being still so long.
"Malik," Altair whispered into his ear. "Move."
The statement was simple and yet held so much power. Without hesitation, Malik rolled his hips. The motion made both men groan deeply. Malik sat back up, his one hand splayed on Altair's chest for balance. He kept his gaze on the other as he pulled his hips up. Pausing for just a second to see the look of annoyance on Altair's face, he smirked and slammed back down.
"Aahaa!" Malik called, his voice echoing in the room. The thrust had made Altair hit that sweet spot on the first go.
Not wanting to lose that feeling again, Malik continued to jerk himself up and down. The man below started to thrust up to meet him. Altair's hands gripped his hips in a bruising hold. Both were moaning loudly but only Malik was a shaking mess. His mouth dropped open and he was finding it very difficult to keep his eyes open. His back arched with each motion.
"Nnngh! Altair," Malik groaned, his hand curling into a fist.
He was riding the other male with deep abandon. He couldn't remember a time when it had been so good. Every thrust made him cry with pleasure. Every action sent his thoughts flying. Just as he thought he couldn't take much more, Altair's rough hand gripped his member. He looked down at Altair.
"Altair," he moaned.
Altair looked up at him, his golds eyes dark with lust. "Malik," he groaned in reply, his hand tightening around the aching member.
With only a few more thrusts, Malik came with a scream that echoed through the room and the hall beyond. His hips jerked and his vision went white. His entire body clenched from the explosive ending. Altair, unable to handle the tightened heat, followed Malik into oblivion. Malik's name falling repeatedly from his lips.
Re: Buried [10/10]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-02 08:31 am (UTC)(link)"Malik," Altair called gently.
Unwillingly, Malik looked over at the other male. "Yes?" He replied, voice breathy.
"You will always be safe while I am alive."
Malik's eyes widened. Emotion he normally refused to possess tightened his throat. He lurched over and buried his face in Altair's chest. His arm curled around the other male's neck. While he refused to sob, he couldn't stop the slight shaking in his frame.
"Thank you, Altair. Thank you so much," he breathed against the assassin's skin. "By Allah, I'll never forget this."
"Think I could use it to get sex from you again?" Altair asked, instantly defusing the mood. "That was amazing."
Malik couldn't help himself, he laughed. His arm tightened and he leaned up to press a kiss to Altair's infamous scar. "Maybe. Just give me time to rest. I won't be able to walk for a week," he replied.
It was Altair's turn to laugh. "Then let us nap, so you can heal faster. I don't think I can wait until the next time."
"You are insatiable," Malik mumbled, already drifting off into blissful sleep. He curled close to Altair, keeping his head resting on the other's chest.
Altair, after a second of watching whispered, "and you are perfect." He rested a warm hand against the other's shoulders. Slowly, he relaxed and followed Malik into peace.
Wooo! Done! Had to make it sappy at the end. Sorry. D: I really hope you enjoyed reading it! <3
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(Anonymous) 2011-02-02 08:43 am (UTC)(link)Re: Buried [10/10]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-02 01:48 pm (UTC)(link)oh lud. i thought it was finished after him pulling Malik out of the grave but, oh my goodness. words. i lack them. this was amazing. the sex was written so... i don't have words, so enjoy this: a;klsdhaskhfklj;sda;jklfas!!? Malik was sexy as fuck in this. UNF. i am jealous of yo sex-writing skills, anon! ah. this was great. excellent job!
Re: Buried [10/10]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-02 07:25 pm (UTC)(link)This was magnificent. Absolutely breathtaking.
Re: Buried [10/10]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-02 11:55 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Buried [10/10]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-03 12:29 am (UTC)(link)OP!Anon
(Anonymous) 2011-02-03 01:05 am (UTC)(link)I really couldn't decide whether to sqee or hug you to death. Then I realized doing so would prevent you from filling other prompts, so I had to tell myself "No."
Writer!Anon, you are made of AWESOME!
Re: Write!Anon
(Anonymous) 2011-02-03 01:26 am (UTC)(link)No, no. Thank YOU OP!Anon for asking for such a glorious prompt. <3 I was more than pleased to write for it.
Re: Buried [10/10]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-05 04:52 am (UTC)(link)