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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Discussion
Re: Backseat Virgin [5/x]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-11 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Backseat Virgin [6/x]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-12 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)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.
Re: Backseat Virgin [6/x]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-13 12:00 am (UTC)(link)This build up is killing me! <3<3<3<3<3
Re: Backseat Virgin [6/x]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-13 12:42 am (UTC)(link)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
Re: Backseat Virgin [6/x]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-13 01:45 am (UTC)(link)Re: Backseat Virgin [6/x]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-13 10:53 am (UTC)(link)Re: Backseat Virgin [7/x]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-13 11:30 pm (UTC)(link)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.
Re: Backseat Virgin - Write
(Anonymous) 2011-02-13 11:32 pm (UTC)(link)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!
OP! Re: Backseat Virgin
(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 02:39 am (UTC)(link)Take all the time you want, I ( and many others) will be happily waiting for the next chapter !! :D
Re: Backseat Virgin [8/x]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 02:31 am (UTC)(link)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.
Re: Backseat Virgin [8/x]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 02:40 am (UTC)(link)You're updating like a goddess/god.
Re: Backseat Virgin [8/x]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 03:30 am (UTC)(link)oh my
oh my my
this is delishus
Re: Backseat Virgin [8/x]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 03:38 am (UTC)(link)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
Re: Backseat Virgin [9/x]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 03:49 am (UTC)(link)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."
OP! Re: Backseat Virgin [9/x]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 04:10 am (UTC)(link)You've made me immensely happy :D
And the last bit!! You are a master of suspense and cliffys!
*F5F5F5!!*
Re: Backseat Virgin [10/x]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 04:26 am (UTC)(link)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.
Re: Backseat Virgin [10/x]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 04:33 am (UTC)(link)Re: Backseat Virgin [11/x]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 04:45 am (UTC)(link)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.
Re: Backseat Virgin [11/x]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 04:58 am (UTC)(link)Re: Backseat Virgin [12/12]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 05:12 am (UTC)(link)"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."
---
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.
Re: OP approves
(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 06:40 am (UTC)(link)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
Re: Backseat Virgin [12/12]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 09:27 am (UTC)(link)Damn Kadar is a sassy little thing isn't he?
Re: Backseat Virgin [12/12]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 04:56 pm (UTC)(link)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.
Re: Backseat Virgin - Write
(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 10:23 pm (UTC)(link)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
Re: Backseat Virgin [12/12]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-15 03:21 am (UTC)(link)fap fap fap fap fap fap fap fap