asscreedkinkmeme | Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

"He got a car," Malik finally admitted.

Kadar frowned, his interest lessening. "And that's... Upsetting?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.

"No," Malik replied, flicking a glare up at his only sibling. "He wants to take me for a ride on Friday."

The interest suddenly returned. "You said yes, didn't you?" Kadar asked, excitement written all over his features.

Malik mumbled something and stabbed at his green beans. "I did," he sighed, when his brother prompted him again.

"So, what's the big deal? It's not like it's a date or anything," Kadar said, the interest, once again dwindling.

That made Malik pause and tense. Something that didn't miss Kadar's attention at all. His smirk returned and that same spark brightening in his eye.

"What?" He said slowly, leaning over his plate to try and catch his brother's gaze. "Did he call it a date?"

Malik's mouth tightened to a thin line and he looked furious. Slowly, almost robotically, he nodded.

Kadar cheered and threw his arms up. "That's great, Mal!" He asked. Although, his happiness faltered when Malik's expression didn't lighten. "Oh come on, lighten up," he sighed. "It's not so bad being gay you know."

That made Malik's head jerk up. "I'm not a gay!" He snapped. "I love women. I love boobs and curves and long hair. There is no way I'm attracted to Altair, that, that... Ass!" He glowered at his younger brother.

Kadar only giggled at him. "Yea, yea. Whatever." He stood up. Taking his plate to the counter he set to work packing the food away. "I'm telling you, there's nothing wrong with liking men. You know I do."

"Yea, so?"

"So, admit it, Malik," Kadar replied, sounding suddenly very grave. "You might be attracted to Altair Ibn-La'Ahad, the hottest guy in this school; next to the Auditore family, of course." Kadar paused as he thought on his own statement. "Not that I can blame you, he is pretty sexy. Especially how jizz-worthy his ass looks when he wears those running pants of his. Damn Track star." Kadar shook his head as he placed his plate in the sink.

Malik remained silent as his brother spoke.

"You know, being attracted to Altair doesn't mean you'll be gay the rest of your life."

"Doesn't it though?" Malik asked, looking, for once in his life, unsure about something.

Kadar shook his head wisely. "Of course not. You can still like women. Not that I can see any of the girls at our school dating you. Save for maybe that Crane girl."

Malik wrinkled his nose slightly. "No, she's too, well, weird for me." That earned him a laugh and his expression lightened just a little bit.

"Bro, from a newly formed gay to an in-the-closet, I'm telling you, there is nothing wrong with it. And you can still dig chicks from time to time." Kadar was smiling widely. He was playing matchmaker and he adored it. "Have fun on Friday. If you have to, take some of Dad's whiskey to make things easier."

"Easier? Make what easier?" Malik questioned, standing up himself and placing his empty plate into the sink.

"I know you. You'll be worried about this all week and when Friday finally rolls around you'll be so tense that one touch will send you shattering to the ground."

Malik had to admit this was very true.

"So, take some alcohol and don't worry about it." Kadar clapped his older brother's shoulder. "You have my blessing."

Malik rolled his eyes. "Oh good."

Just stopped by to say thank you so much for filling this, (and so quickly too!)
I'm loving this so far!!
I was smiling the whole time reading it!! This is turning out to be my favorite AU story ever; You write the sexual tension so well between Altair and Malik :) Very in character!

(And Kadar was perfect! That whole part made me lol)

Patiently waiting for more of your amazing fill :D !!!
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not OP is incredibly excited for moar.

and i enjoy the federico/kadar! unexpectedly adorable. i luuuurve this <3

I'm loving thiiis! XD Altair, you suave man. ...well, mostly suave. Malik's and Altair's exchange made me giggle and the part with Kadar too! XD He's quite in the dilemma I find myself in too, I ship Federico with Kadar and Vieri. ~~then I usually go with the screw it route in my head and make it a threesome, everyone's happy that way~~

I'm so glad you're filling this and I'm looking forward to more!

~~Also, Lionheart? I thiiiink I know what that teacher looks like~~~

In one word? Adorable. In two? Adorably awkward! I love fics like this where the characters actually act the age they're portrayed as. Which means being unsure, prone to humiliation, and all those other things that plague the teenage years. Very much looking forward to seeing more of this and how it plays out.

Hey guys! So glad you're enjoying this so far. It's only my second AU, it's a bit of a test to my skills.

But, I just wanted to let you know that todays updates will be coming in disgustingly late. I have a school function to go to. I just wanted you lovely readers to know so you weren't worried or upset or anything.

Thank you~!

Damn those inevitable and pesky school duties. They pop up at the worst of times for no other reason than to annoy and inconvenience everyone.

Don't you worry though, OP. For this story the masses will wait patiently. Have fun! If possible.

Giant stupid grin on my face from start to finish. I really REALLY love Malik and Kadar interacting, and of course the Alt/Mal XD
I was kinda dead on my feet till reading this, now I'm not cause I'm hyper and can now start studying for a test I have in... two and a half hours. Thanks anon!

^{Had a bit of time before the school thingy. So! Here's a really quick update. 8D}

Honestly, the end of the week could not come fast enough. Kadar had been right, Malik had, most certainly, been stressing constantly about the 'date'. Almost every waking thought was devoted to it. When school wasn't bothering him, he was focused on Altair. Which, in all respects, wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Until, of course, the man in question decided to show his ugly (i.e. handsome), face.

Although, the week hadn't been entirely without merit. In fact, there had been some worthy moments to note.

On Wednesday, not a day after Altair's proposition, during their lunch break, Ezio Auditore (the younger brother of Kadar's flame), had gotten into a major fight with Cesare Borgia (the son of the Vice Principal). Apparently the latter had decided to make some choice words about the formers sister. And if there was anyone more protective than Malik, it had to be Ezio. Instead of staying calm and ignoring the man, Ezio had retaliated in the most animalistic manner.

In fact, he had spun around on his seat, pulled his fist back and slammed it into Cesare's oh-so-perfect nose.

After that, everything had fallen into chaos. Cesare, never one to stay in a fight, commanded his two cronies, Michelleto Corella and Juan Borgia to fight for him. Instead of Ezio being completely cornered, other's came to his rescue. Antonio de Magianis and his sister, Rosa, quickly joined the fray. As Cesare's henchmen and Ezio's allies battled, the Italian play-boy took off down the halls after the VP's son.

The fight was only ended when Leonardo da Vinci and La Volpe, the creepy janitor, called everything into order. It wasn't very graceful, however. Cesare had, affectively, kicked Leonardo in the stomach in his attempt to escape and Ezio had shouted some rather interesting rumors concerning Cesare and his sister, Lucrezia.

Finally, finally, everything was calmed back down. Cesare and Ezio were led to the office with a thoroughly amused janitor and pained-looking art teacher.

With the way the fight had gone, it was no wonder Malik had given the two groups the nicknames he did. Ezio with his friends (Antonio, Rosa and Ugo) he had charmingly named the Brotherhood. Even if Rosa was most certainly a woman with her voluptuous curves, she had one of the most powerful right-hooks in the entire school. Cesare's group with Michelleto, Juan and Octavio hadn't gotten such a kind reception from the Arab teen. Their nickname fluxuated between The Templars, The Spanish Inquisition and the ever eloquent The Douche-fags.

Otherwise the rest of the week hadn't been nearly as exciting. Unless, of course, Malik decided to count the one time that he and Altair had gotten stuck in the Janitor's Closet. While on the run from Robert de Sable (who still had a major grudge over the scar that now adorned his head), Altair had, literally, ran into Malik. His only option, if not taking to the roofs, was to throw himself into the hall closet. And since Malik just happened to be in the same line of sight, Altair had dragged him with.

For nearly two hours, Malik had been crammed into a tight space with Altair crushed against him. They had tried to make it as comfortable as possible, but nothing worked. Every move put Malik far too close to Altair's face, or hands in uncomfortable proximity to places that, as of yet, didn't need to be that close to another human's hand.

The appearance of La Volpe had been their only saving grace. Not before the man had stood and laughed uproariously at them, of course.

But, Malik still vehemently denied the occasion ever happening, no matter how many rumors were passed around or how much Kadar teased him.

It most certainly did not happen and he, absolutely, did not have to hide in the bathroom to fix a problem that had not occurred at all. Because, well, Malik didn't hold with such unbelievable nonsense.

I loved that last bit about the thing that didn't happen and the incident that totally never covered.

*mashes F5 furiously* Can't wait for more!

I usually hate all these high school AUs but this one is just so amazing!!

By the time Friday rolled around, Malik seriously wished for it to be Monday again – or, at the very least, already Saturday. He woke up that morning with an upset stomach and furiously traveling thoughts. As his alarm blared at him, he lay, glaring at his ceiling like it was the one that had caused all of his problems. It wasn’t until Kadar slammed his fist into the wall joining their rooms (a loud signal that he didn’t want to listen to Malik’s alarm any longer), that he pulled himself out of his bed.

He flicked off his alarm, although the flick was more of a shove that made the clock fall to the floor. Ignoring it, he started the process of getting ready for school.

Never before this day had it taken nearly as long for him to just pick a shirt for the day.
Thanks to his indecision and Kadar’s over all inability to wake up, he had arrived to his first class late. After that everything only seemed to go downhill. Nothing went right and by lunch he only wanted to punch a locker in and flip and table.

Making it to lunch, he threw himself down at his normal seat. As usual, Shaun Hastings, a well-known British exchange student that had the ability to make anyone feel terrible just by arching a single eyebrow, took the seat next to him.

“You like you just caught your mother sleeping the mail-man,” Shaun stated as he unscrewed his water bottle.

Malik frowned dangerously at him. “I think I’d rather take that then my day so far,” he replied. He opened his snack bar in one angry motion.

Just as Shaun opened his mouth, Desmond Miles, Altair and Ezio’s distant cousin, flopped down in the seat across from Shaun. “What’s up?” He asked, quickly taking in Malik’s furious expression.

Desmond wasn’t nearly as high up in the food chain as his cousins, but he didn’t seem to mind it at all. With the same famous looks that ran in his entire family, he preferred to stay in the sidelines and pick his own path and fame. No matter how much Shaun teased him about his choice, he was happier for it.

Malik sighed. “Nothing.”

“Nothing?” Desmond asked, shooting a look at Shaun. “That’s not what Altair told me.”

Malik’s head shot up. “What did he tell you?” He demanded. Had there not been a table between them, he most likely would have jumped Desmond in an instant.

As if he feared for his life, Desmond leaned back slightly. “He just said that you’re particularly angry today. He bitched about it all last period.” Sitting back up, he frowned. “Speaking of which, he wanted me to tell you that you can’t look this pissy tonight.”

That appeared to be enough for Malik, for he sat back with a huff and took a large chunk out of his snack bar.

“What does he mean by that?” Shaun asked, transferring his gaze from Desmond to Malik.

“How should I know?” Malik responded, not meeting the other two male’s eyes.

“He means that they’re going on a date tonight.”

All three men whipped around to see the owner of the new voice. Ezio Auditore, the number one wanted male in the entire high school population, stood behind them with a smug smirk on his features. “Move over, Hastings,” he commanded, not too gently shoving the British male to the side. Once seated, he focused his gaze completely on Malik. “Altair told me that you’re going for a ride in his new truck tonight.”

Malik visibly swallowed. “What’re you talking about?”

Ezio snorted. “Please, he is my cousin. I know everything about him.”

“I’m your cousin too,” Desmond grumbled. “You don’t know anything about me.”
Ignoring him, Ezio only pressed on. “I’m just going to give you a bit of a warning,” he paused to glance around them surreptitiously. “He’s never done anything before. So, I suggest you go easy on him.” Ezio’s voice dropped so low that Malik had a tough time hearing every word. Then, Ezio stood up and winked at him. “Enjoy yourself tonight, Malik. I’m sure Altair will.”

With that, Ezio was gone, leaving a thoroughly confused cousin and British male behind but a very embarrassed Arab was left blushing deeply.

OH GOD PLEASE CONTINUE.

This build up is killing me! <3<3<3<3<3

ANTICIPATION. I HAS IT.

Seriously, I cannot get enough of AU's where everyone is alive and interacting with each other and these High School AU's fill me with even more joy. XD

Face is splitting in two right now. I can't hit refresh enough!

For the love of all that is holy, please continueee! :D

That night, Malik had taken over the entire living room with his homework and emotional stress. All of his books had been thrown over the floor, while his papers decorated any stable surface they possibly could. The occasional snack product and half empty cup added a little flare to whatever else hadn’t been covered.

When Kadar arrived home from his tutor session with Frederico (an event he had to fight brutally for), he found his brother, laid on his stomach in front of the couch.

At first he, actually, believed his sibling to be dead. He dropped his bag and hurried to his side.

“Malik!” He called, shaking his brother’s shoulder. “Hey, I know you’re freaking out but death isn’t the answer.”

After a moment of silence, his brother groaned and shifted. “Kadar? What are you talking about?” He asked, sitting up enough to shoot a glare at the younger sibling. He ran an aggravated hand through his hair.

Kadar sat back. “Ah, well, I thought…” He trailed off, looking awkward. Then, he smiled in such a way that had it been shown to anyone else, they may have been disturbed. “You’ve only got an hour until Altair gets here.”

Malik was on his feet not a second later. “Why didn’t you wake me up earlier?!” He screeched. Not waiting for an answer, he bolted from the room, up the stairs and locked himself in the bathroom. The entire way he complained, loudly, about just how much stress this Friday had been to his young life.

Kadar only rolled his eyes and set to work cleaning up his brother’s mess. Normally he wasn’t such a Good Samaritan but, today, he felt that Malik deserved a bit of a break.

After an hour of fretting about himself in front of the mirror, Malik eventually gave up and exited the bathroom. He had decided to forgo the whole fancy ‘date’ look and just gone with his normal attire. In the back of his mind he had the feeling that if he went in anything different than normal, then Altair might think that something was wrong. He went with his normal jeans, white shirt and black jacket.

“Mal-mal!” Kadar called up the stairs. “Your date’s here!”

“It’s not a date,” Malik mumbled to himself. With a huff, he paused momentarily to get his thoughts together. Once settled, he turned and strode downstairs.

Altair was seated on the couch, supplied with a soda. He was smirking at Kadar, who, it seemed, was telling a rather amusing story about his tutor session with Frederico. With the finishing of it, Altair was chuckling appreciatively and taking a small sip of his soda. When he saw Malik however, his expression tightened and he quickly set his drink down.

“Ah, Mal-mal,” he sighed, pointedly eying the man up and down. “You didn’t get dressed up for our date?”

“First off, it’s not a date,” Malik snapped, looking deeply annoyed. “Second, you didn’t either.” He tilted his head toward Altair.

Then again, Altair could wear a plastic bag and still look good. Tonight he had forgone the ‘recycled’ look and had gone with a simple white jacket, black shirt and jeans. He looked, to Malik, like a run way model. Frankly, it pissed him off. No man should be that attractive, especially when Malik was, irrefutably straight.

Altair shrugged. “I’ll give you that. Ready to see my new baby?” He asked, smirking at Malik now.

“Hold on.” Malik moved into the kitchen that was joined with the living room. He reappeared a second later with a, rather large, bottle of fine English Whiskey. “Just going for a drive is a terrible night. I thought we could make it more interesting,” he explained, holding up the bottle as he did so.

Altair’s eyes widened. “When did you become such a rebel?”

“Are you complaining?” Malik retorted.

Once more Altair shrugged. “Of course not. Well, come on then.” He fished his keys out of his pocket. “See ya later, squirt,” he said, glancing at Kadar. He moved toward the door but paused. “And just so you know, Frederico has a thing for blue eyed people. Last I heard, Vieri’s were brown.” He shot a wink at Kadar before he pulled open the front door and stepped outside.

“Make sure to lock the door behind me,” Malik sighed, rolling his eyes. “Good night, Kadar.”

“Have fun, Mal-mal,” Kadar called in a sing-song sort of way.
Malik closed the door with a snap.

Write!anon has to apologize! D: I'm so sorry for taking so long to continue this story!

Ever since the school thing, this anon has been very busy.

Just so you know, there should only be two more sections added with, maybe a prologue. Heads up in case I'm absent for a long period of time again.

<3

Again, I'm very sorry!

WriteAnon, you've made my year with this amazing fill! <3
Take all the time you want, I ( and many others) will be happily waiting for the next chapter !! :D

“I have to admit, it is a pretty nice car,” Malik said.

Half an hour later found the two teenagers parked just outside of a small park. According to Altair the park had a perfect view of the city beyond. While he hated to be anything stereotypical, he couldn’t disagree with the fact that it was the perfect place to take Malik. Speaking of the Arab, he glanced at the other out of the corner of his eye. Even if Malik wasn’t the considered the most attractive male in the school, Altair couldn’t keep him out of his thoughts. Especially when he wore those tight jeans and matching shirt.

“And I’d have to agree,” he said, smirking slightly.

Malik arched an eyebrow at the arrogance. “Why did we come here, exactly?” He asked, running a hand through his hair.

Even if he didn’t show it, Malik’s heart was pounding a mile a minute. He still wasn’t sure what Altair’s plan was and that bothered him more than anything. He hated not knowing things. All week he had been dealing with the idea that he might possibly suffer from an attraction to his best friend. Considering the plethora of dreams that had been plaguing him, the thoughts most certainly wasn’t going to leave him alone.

Altair shrugged. “There are only so many places you can go that allow you to stay in a car,” he replied.

“We could have always seen a movie and then got back into the car.”

Altair shook his head. “Then we lose the glory of my truck.” He patted the steering wheel. “This is perfectly fine.”

Malik rolled his eyes. “I figured,” he sighed. “Glad I brought something to pass the time, then.” He reached down to pull up the bottle of whiskey he had brought. Not looking at Altair, he unscrewed the cap and took a large gulp. He winced slightly, the liquid burned going down.

“You never cease to amaze me,” Altair commented, resting against his door and shooting a wide smirk at the man next to him.

Malik choked slightly on his second drink. “What?” He asked, lifting a hand to his mouth to make sure nothing spilled out.

“I can’t believe you brought alcohol on our very first date,” Altair replied. He leaned across the seats and grabbed the bottle out of Malik’s hands. “I didn’t even know you liked the stuff.” He took a swig, ignoring the burn and smiling brightly at his friend.

Malik arched an eyebrow. “Clearly you don’t know enough about me.” A clever little smile pulled over his lips, before he pulled the bottle back to him. Without removing his gaze from Altair, he took, yet another drink. He felt warm and more than compliant. It occurred to him, as he took another drink that things really shouldn’t have been that complicated. He had been making his own life difficult for no reason.

“Apparently not,” Altair replied. A strangely seductive expression pulling over his face. He leaned back over the chairs, making their faces coming unusually close together. He pulled the bottle out of Malik’s hands. His fingers curled around the glass and he took a slow, steady drink. “Care to show me what I don’t know?”

His breath ghosted over Malik’s face. It was a mix of whiskey and mouthwash. Right now, it was the most attractive thing Malik had ever smelled.

Unable to help himself, he closed the distance and pressed their lips together.

Oh my... pressing F5 in the speed of something fast. Thanks to your amazing story, I can't summon enough braincells to figure out what exactly, but something really fast.

You're updating like a goddess/god.

jesus christ I have popped the biggest ladyboner I've ever had.

oh my
oh my my
this is delishus

Soon as I read the part about overlooking the city I just started chanting "make-out point" in my head.
And low and behold! I was right!

Kadar is such a little annoying bastard younger brother; as he fucking should be. I love him, and this fill and I can't wait for more. This seriously made me so damn happy 8D

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."

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