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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Re: Unexpected Results (2/3)
(Anonymous) 2011-03-21 03:50 am (UTC)(link)Altair jumped down to the garden, the bells had stopped now since he’d taken his time in returning. It was strangely quiet in the building and Altair felt like something was wrong. He moved into the main room of the place, Malik wasn’t behind his desk and Altair quickly threw his eyes about the small room. Malik was on sitting on the floor with a large sheet of parchment in front of him as well as several inkwells of various colors.
“What are you doing Malik?” Altair asked and was startled when Malik’s head popped up quickly, eyes wide, almost manically and Altair felt himself take a small step back.
“Ah, Altair you return,” he spoke in a rapid, breathy voice, like he had just been caught doing something foolish or was guilty of something. “Where did you get that drink?” he asked quirking his head to the side in a very unMalik-like way.
“The market,” he said then blinked, “Did you drink all of it?” Altair asked a bit disbelievingly.
“It was delicious,” Malik said.
“Oh,” Altair couldn’t help the chuckle that passed his lips. No wonder the novices had been anxious. They had obviously never seen Malik when he was hyper. Altair had, a few times, when they were children, it never ceased to amuse him either. Though he could suppose to some half witted novice it could look very much like the man was possessed by some sort of demon. “You shouldn’t have done that,” he said.
“Possibly,” and Malik turned back from Altair drawing one of the inkwells closer to him and dipped his quill into it before using it to draw red lines over the erasable chalk of the underdrawing.
Altair walked over to the rafiq on the floor and knelt watching the older man’s hand as he carefully drew the line across the material which after a few moments of looking at the chalk drawing realized was a truly gigantic map of Jerusalem. “You scared all the novices-
“Beh. They’re like sparrows. Easy to scary and don’t like to come back till they’re sure it’s safe. Such a sorry lot of novices we have,” he spoke it all quickly, almost to fast for Altair to understand and he smirked. “You’d think the instructors at Masyaf would teach them better.”
“They think you’re possessed.”
“The only think I’m possessed with is energy. Now what do you want? I’m busy you oaf,” he shot Altair a look. Altair merely pulled out his bloodied feather, “Oh. Yes, I had totally forgotten,” and suddenly Malik was on his feet and scuttled over to his desk. Altair watched him, more than a little amused to see that Malik was barefoot in his little escapade. “Don’t touch my map,” he snapped from behind his desk though Altair had made no motion towards it and that made him chuckle. The other man came back, carefully walking around his ink lines and flipped open the record book when he knelt again next to Altair. “Lets have it then novice,” he held out his hand for the feather and Altair gave it to him.
He didn’t watch Malik finish the entry of the kill and instead looked over what Malik was trying to do. It was a positively massive map he was attempting to create and was succeeding since more than half of the map had been filled in with familiar roads and lanes. Altair recognized much of it, especially the shortcuts across the city that allowed him to get places quickly. He started when Malik shut his record book and threw it to the other side of his map before going back to the seemingly more enjoyable task of his giant map.
“Go away,” Malik said after a few minutes of Altair watching him.
“I cannot watch?”
“No,” Malik shot him an annoyed look.
“Why?”
“Because you are an annoying distraction like those other fool sparrow-novices.”
“I am many things, like those young novices though I am not,” Altair said.
“Altair,” Malik said, “Go away,” he said firmly, “Or I swear I will throw this inkwell at you,” and he raised one of his pots.
Re: Unexpected Results (3/3)
(Anonymous) 2011-03-21 03:52 am (UTC)(link)It was only several hours later when it had been dark for quite a while did Altair finally cease hearing movement from inside. He’d come and gone since he’d first found Malik and his giant map, using some coin he’d stolen from a local to buy himself a half way decent supper. Once it was obvious there was no more action going on inside Altair finally ventured a look.
He wasn’t surprised with what he found. Malik, slumped against the wall, his bare footed legs a tangle in front of him, sound asleep. His burst of energy had finally run its course and he’d crashed; hard. It was not at all unlike the times he’d fallen to sleep as a young novice after the rare occasions the cooks of Masyaf gave the novices sweets, usually on special occasions. Altair just shook his head and went over to Malik knowing better then to try and wake him, for he would not. He couldn’t just leave the Dai there though, for that would just leave him to be crankier the next morning when not only had he not had his drink, but he had spent the night on the floor. It was not so much consequence to Altair but he decided to take pity on the poor novices who would have to deal with Malik in the morning and scooped him up against his chest.
Before he left the main room Altair cast an eye at the giant map. It was finished and, of course, perfect. Malik didn’t tolerate anything but after all so it was not a surprise, even if the size was rather daunting. He trudged to the back rooms where the rafiq’s quarters was, navigating the unfamiliar room by the feint light from the front room and put Malik onto his bed.
“Malik,” Altair rolled his eyes, the rafiq did not want to let go when he put him down, he seemed to have grown fond of Altair’s warmth on the short trip to the back room. Even though he knew it would do no good Altair gently smacked Malik’s cheek to at least get his grip to loosen. He just sighed when it had the opposite effect. “And he calls me the idiot,” he sighed, still leaning awkwardly over Malik’s bed trying to disengage the man. After more than five minutes of trying to get Malik’s hand to let go of Altair’s robe and failing at that miserably (Malik’s right hand had become considerably stronger as of late) he just gave up and pushed Malik over slightly in the bed before getting into it himself.
“You should stop drinking that stuff,” Altair said to himself, since Malik wasn’t awake to hear. “You do stupid things,” he glanced down at the rafiq who was curled up against Altair’s chest and for lack of better to do draped his arm lazily across Malik’s waist.
He really hoped Malik wasn’t in a terrible mood when he woke up or Altair had a feeling he’d get a face full of fist upon the other man waking up and finding Altair in his bed.
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I love everything about this, from Altair knowing how to deal with Malik's foul mood to the 'carrying Malik to bed' part. And YAY - first coffee to go in history XD
Waiting for this fill was definitely worth it!
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(Anonymous) 2011-03-22 04:36 am (UTC)(link)Glad you liked OP :3
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