Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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2/3 (Also there is a break before "It was folly...")

[(Anonymous)]

“What is it you always say? 'Look before you leap'?” With a mighty shove, Altair threw Malik off to the side, out of the pile, and pulled himself up into a sprint almost immediately.

Rolling with the hit, Malik gathered himself to his feet and took off soon after. He was not as fast as Altair, nor was he as nimble, and his world had boundaries that Altair could not even begin to fathom. When the Grandmaster stared down the world and only saw places he could go and climb, Malik thought of circumventions, interventions, and places he could fall. Together, they were impenetrable and unstoppable, but pitted against each other, it was hard to say.

Altair ran, taking them out of Masyaf, and he broke off to scale the nearest hill too quickly to see Malik turn in the other direction.




Altair leapt off the edge and landed on the small plateau. The impact kicked up the dust around him, and he eased out of the crouch to smile at the tree in front of him. There was a sheen of sweat across his brow, and the heat, greater the higher he went, closer to the sun, made a bead of it roll down the side of his face as he lowered his hood. He had made good time - exceptional time, in fact, even by his own measure. He turned to glance behind him - Masyaf was only as small as the length of his thumb, far away, and Malik was nowhere in sight.

He was padding around to find a perfect position to wait, preferably one he could spring from and surprise Malik with, when he heard the sound of splashing. Instantly on his guard, Altair quietly let the hidden blade fall from his wrist, advancing towards the source of the noise.

“That is taking it a little far, don't you think? What a sore loser you've turned out to be, Altair.”

The blade slid back into its sheath in his surprise, and the recoil only added to his jolt to attention. “Malik?” he said, as if his eyes were deceiving him, because not only was the man already here, but it looked like he had been for a while now. He was stripped to his breeches, his tunic laid out on the ground to his side as he wrung out one end of his dark scholar robe, the other trapped between his knees. The moisture clinging to its weave made the black fabric shimmer in the sun.

Altair scowled. “What sorcery is thi-”

“Sorcery?” Malik echoed, tilting his chin up in that same look, full of daring. “Surely you do not think a man needs to possess some sort of sorcery to best you?”

“Then it is impossible. How did you-” Cutting himself off and trailing into silence, Altair took in the sight of him. It only took him a moment, though it was a moment longer than it should have. His frown deepened.

“There is a river that flows at the edge of the kingdom, and breaks onto shore just a little south of here. The flow is surprisingly swift, but the riverbed is not that deep,” Malik said, pushing off the ground to stand, drawing himself up to face Altair. With only one arm, no steed to sit atop of, laid half-bare, Malik stood as proud as any man, with every right to. He had lost a brother and a limb that day, but that, although substantial, was all. Even Altair was not strong enough to rip a man's pride from him.

Face to face, Malik grinned, not in challenge, but in victory of it. “How was your climb?”