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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Learning the Rules

[(Anonymous)]

^{Screw it, decided to fill!}

Altair called, demanded really, that his right hand man come to his study immediately. He was not happy and when he wasn't happy things had to be done about it.

Since becoming the Grand Master of the Brotherhood, he had done some serious changes to how things were directed. Everything from training to who took care of the stables was changed, literally, over night. He refused for the Brotherhood to ever become as laid-back and corrupt as it had under the previous master's rule. The only problem with his sudden changes was that he had become completely and utterly intolerable. No one could question him and anyone daring to was quickly dealt with.

Of course, there was still one man that felt the need to question and Altair was no longer going to put up with it.

He waited, as patiently as possible, for Malik Al-sayf to enter his study. His fingers drummed against the desk; the sound echoing throughout the room. Gold eyes were sharp and focused when the door opened and revealed the very man he called.

"You wanted me, Altair?" Malik asked, archly. The one armed, ex-assassin moved into the room, unafraid. Whatever the rest of the Brotherhood felt, he alone was unaffected and refused to be bothered by it.

"I did," Altair replied just as stiffly. "Come here."

Malik's eyes narrowed but he moved forward nonetheless. He paused a safe distance from the desk. Only that didn't please Altair at all. He gestured again for the man to move. There must have been something in his expression because Malik moved as close to the desk as possible.

"Would you like something to drink?" Altair asked.

So taken aback by the question, Malik couldn't stop his nod. Not a second later, he was supplied with a cup and a dark red liquid that must have been wine.

"Please, drink," Altair said in a cool, poisonous voice.

Hesitantly, Malik lifted the cup to his lips and took a large swallow. He wasn't at all sure what Altair was getting at. He knew just what it was that Altair did to keep his Brotherhood in order; from the brutal punishments to outright humiliation. But offering drinks wasn't in his repertoire of actions. In fact, it was the furthest thing from it.

As his thoughts raced, Malik was hit with a sudden wooziness that he couldn't get rid of. He dropped the cup and quickly grasped the desk.

"You don't look so good, Malik," Altair drawled. "Perhaps you should sit down."

In total agreement, Malik moved to find a seat but couldn't find one. His mind was spinning and it was becoming harder and harder for him to focus.

"Come sit on my lap," Altair said, his voice ghosting pleasantly over Malik's ears.

Malik nodded and shifted around the desk carefully. After what felt like a freakishly long time, he made it to Altair. In an awkward movement, he dropped into Altair's lap, his legs splayed on either side of the man's hips and his hand clutching the master's robes to keep him steady.

"Altair... What's?" His voice was thick and he wasn't quite sure what he was asking.

Altair smirked indulgently at him. "Don't worry about it," he replied. "Just listen to me."

OP

[(Anonymous)]

YEAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!

My nervousness is gone!!!!

Altair, you fucking devil~! No, Malik! Fight with your magical powers!!!!

Loved this, anon; lawwdddd. GRAZIE TO THE EXTREME.

Re: Learning the Rules [2/3]

[(Anonymous)]

^{Altair's coming out a lot meaner than I expected. I hope OP doesn't mind. D:}

"You haven't been listening to me lately, Malik," Altair said, his breath ghosting over the other's skin and making him shiver. "I've been trying so hard to fix the Brotherhood and you're only ruining my power."

His hands moved down Malik's robes, unlacing them and shoving them away as he did so. In only a matter of minutes, he had Malik completely undressed in his lap. The man could barely protest. The cool air felt wonderful on his heated skin and Altair's expirenced fingers only made him arch with pleasure. His frazzled mind couldn't quite understand why he wasn't sitting in the chair normally; why his back was to the door and he was facing Altair, instead of facing the other way.

"You must learn what you've done wrong," Altair whispered.

One hand moved around Malik's back. It pressed against his exposed backside, making Malik jerk and press against his chest, away from the intrusion.

"Ah, ah," Altair chided. "You've broken the rules and must be punished for them."

For the life of him, Malik couldn't find a single reason to disagree. Still, his body tensed when two fingers were suddenly shoved inside of him. His body protest, not wanting the dry digits to be enacting such harsh treatment.

"Altair, that hurts," he whined, trying to pull away. He now had a reason to disagree.

Instead of removing his hand, Altair only pressed them further. His other hand shot up and gripped Malik's chin in a bruising hold.

"You must be taught a lesson," he replied, smoothly.

He started to thrust his fingers in and out. The motions becoming faster and harsher and Malik's body slowly accepted him. There was no pleasure to be pulled from this. He was teaching Malik a lesson for disobeying him. The Brotherhood could not be ran without order and with this punishment he was setting that order back into place.

"A-altair," Malik groaned, his face tight with pain. His mind was still spinning and part of him was trying it's damnedest to refocus.

"Shush," Altair snapped. He pulled out his fingers. "Pull open my robes."

With a shaking hand, Malik reached down and started to untie Altair's pants. Finally, he managed to get them free and tugged them down slightly. Altair's straining member was waiting for him. Malik glanced up at Altair was glazed eyes.

"Put it inside you," Altair commanded.

Malik leaned forward. He still couldn't come up with a logical reason to say no. Altair's voice was just so enticing. Resting slightly against Altair, he reached down and carefully aligned Altair's cock with his entrance. Carefully, he started to press down.

But it wasn't fast enough for Altair. In a sharp motion, he gripped Malik's hips and slammed him down, completely burying himself inside the other male.

Malik's mouth dropped open in shock and pain. He bit his lower lip, suppressing the tight moan.

"Move, Malik," Altair whispered, his hands tightening around Malik's hips.

Re: Learning the Rules [3/3]

[(Anonymous)]

Just as Malik started to pull up and down, a knock rang from the door. He paused and glanced over his shoulder.

"Ignore it and keep going," Altair hissed.

"But, Altair," Malik protested.

Once more, Altair grabbed his chin, forcing their gazes together. "Shouldn't you be listening to me? I said ignore it." He released Malik's chin and the man started to move again.

When he was satisfied that Malik wouldn't stop again, he called out to the door, "enter."

The door was pushed open to reveal a young novice this time. "Master I--" He stopped, his eyes going wide at the site he found.

The right hand man of the Grand Master was slowly thrusting up and down on said master's lap. And while his back was to the door, his face was tilted just enough to the side to show the novice how much pleasure he was in right now.

The novice swallowed.

"Do you want me to come back later?"

"No. Tell me what is you need, Novice," Altair commanded in his liquid voice.

The novice moved into the room and closed the door behind him. Everyone knew it was not wise to disagree with the Grand Master. He kept his gaze to the floor, however and refused to pull it back up, no matter what sounds Master Malik made.

"I've just returned from my mission to Damascus, sir," the novice stated.

Altair nodded. "Yes, tell me what it is you saw."

Malik's back arched when a particular thrust hit a bundle of nerves inside of him. He moaned loudly.

The novice's face flushed brilliantly. "Uhm, well," he paused to clear his throat. "The Templar's are planning to return to England soon."

"How soon?" Altair demanded.

"By the end of the month, sir," the novice replied.

"Aah-Altair," Malik groaned, his hand tightening around the arm of the chair. His hips continued to jerk up and down, his back arching every so often.

Altair glanced up, silently pleased by Malik's wanton expression. He leaned back slightly in his chair. "What else have you learned?"

While the novice spoke, his words were interrupted every so often by a loud moan or gasp from Malik. It was like the man had completely forgotten the novice was there and was perfectly content with his actions. For a long period of time, the novice explained his recent mission, while refusing to watch Master Malik fuck himself on top of the Grand Master.

"The Dai of Damascus requests that I return by the first of the next month," the novice finished, more than ready to bolt out of there.

"Good, you will do so," Altair agreed. "You may leave."

Just before the novice could escape, he glanced up in time to watch Malik's back arch one last time and the loudest cry yet rip from his lips.Although, it was more shocking to hear a deep groan from the Grand Master himself. It didn't take a genius to know that the men had succumbed to his own pleasures. Without another thought, the novice bolted out of the room.

Altair chuckled deeply, his gold eyes traveling up to Malik's flushed face. "Very good, Malik. Did you learn your lesson?" He asked, his hands trailing over the other's heated skin.

For a moment Malik was silent, then he shook his head harshly and focused sharp brown eyes on the Grand Masters face. He leaned up, effectively unsheathing Altair from inside. Ignoring the feeling of Altair's essence slid down his leg and his own stickiness on his stomach, he growled.

"Just about as well as the lesson you're about to learn," he stated, voice clear and focused.

Altair's eyes widened, briefly.

There was only one man who dared question Altair's control of the Brotherhood. Sometimes, the Grand Master felt that needed to be rectified and sometimes, he seriously regretted that choice.

OP

[(Anonymous)]

Daaaaaaaaammmnnnnn

Well~
I was EXPECTING that mean streak, anon; grazie so friggin' much, especially when you made Malik succumb to his own pleasure.

I feel so bad for that novice right now, it's not even funny (IT'S STEAMING).

Grazie, again!!!!!!!!!!!

Re: Learning the Rules [3/3]

[(Anonymous)]

So. Fucking. Hot.

This part got me:
Altair glanced up, silently pleased by Malik's wanton expression.
The "oh hey, you're still here?" vibe of it is awesome.