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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Re: Cooked Alive (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2011-03-05 12:46 am (UTC)(link)He was someplace cool and comfortable when he woke up. After a few seconds he already realized he’d been stripped of all his clothing save for his pants. Sitting up Altair squinted in the darkness of the cool room before realizing he was in one of the back rooms of the bureau where wounded assassins were allowed to stay while they healed before returning to Masyaf. There was a strange pressure on his head and when he reached his hand up he felt bandages, right; he’d hit his head.
He swung his legs over the side of the bed eyes more ready to focus then they had been before but his limbs still felt weak, though not so much that when he demanded that they let him stand that crumpled under him. After briefly looking around he found he couldn’t locate his belongings and grumbled to himself as he made his legs move him towards the main room of the bureau where Malik sat behind his desk doing whatever it was Dais’ did.
He must have not been to quiet, he hardly could be after all when he had to catch himself so he didn’t just fall through the doorway, because Malik turned swiftly to give him a bit of an annoyed glared. “What are you doing out of bed?” he snapped.
“I feel fine,” he croaked, “Where are my clothes?”
Malik’s visage didn’t change as he said “I hid them.”
Altair blinked, “Excuse me?”
“You’ll get them back once I’ve decided you’re in no danger of hurting yourself with your own stupidity,” he growled.
Altair slipped away from the doorframe towards the Dai, “Return my gear,” he said with as firm a voice as he could.
“No. Now go do as your superior tells you and rest,” Malik’s voice was even more firm. “If you don’t I’ll put you there by force,” he warned.
“If that is supposed to be a threat I am not impressed,” Altair said hating that his limbs still felt to flimsy to move correctly and he knew that if Malik lived up to his words it wouldn’t take to much for the other man to make him do as he said.
“Go back to bed Altair, you suffered from heat stroke,” Malik ordered him and stood up.
“I’m fine,” he growled, “Now return my gear so I may return to the Master.”
“No.” Altair wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of starting a petty, childish argument like this so he just stood there instead glaring at him. “You can stand there all day Altair, but I’m not giving you your stuff back,” he said now a bit amused. “So you might as well rest like I’m telling you too.”
“And I’m telling you I feel fine,” he said.
“Of course, because people who are fine need to hold onto door frames to stay vertical,” and before Altair could stop him Malik had turned him around and forcibly shoved him back into the dark room. “If I have to stay here and ensure you don’t leave to do something stupid I will,” he told Altair after practically tossing him into the cot and Altair hated that he was so weak from the sun, and just the sun. His lips curved downward slightly looking very much between a pout and a frown.
Briefly he wondered if he could sneak past Malik, but the man was standing right over him, dark eyes narrowed slightly as if he already knew Altair was plotting to try and leave when he wasn’t looking. “Fine, I will rest,” he sighed, “May I at least have my shirt back?” he asked.
“I suppose that is fair,” and the Dai left returning shortly with the thin white undergarment and tossed it Altair’s head. Any other time he would have caught it but his reactions were still sluggish and it ended up striking his face. He shrugged it on, Malik still watching him sternly.
“How long do you plan to imprison me?” Altair asked him laying down his limbs grateful to no longer be moving.
“For as long as it takes,” was Malik’s reply and he left the dark room and went back to his post at his desk. Altair sighed but did not get up again and simply rolled over on the cot his body soaking in the coolness brought by the darkness and quickly found himself asleep.
-fin-
Re: Cooked Alive (2/2)
(Anonymous) 2011-03-05 02:39 am (UTC)(link)