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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

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All he could do was lay there, gasping, sweating and panting as Altair finally withdraw the blade and a flow of blood found its way over his skin to the ground.

Altair eyed him for a few seconds and watched him taking deep breaths as he tried to fight the pain that burnt its way through his body. His hand pressed against Malik's chest just above his heart before he pressed his fingers further down until they hovered over the wound at his ribs. His palm connected with it and he made small circling movements, adding a little pressure to it. Malik groaned and tired to roll onto his side but Altair's other hand hold him in place.

Altair's gaze followed his body like a map until they stopped at his crotch. Altair removed his hand and took a hold of his cock, slicking it with his own blood as he started to stroke the yet soft member. Heat pooled in his lower stomach like liquid metal and slowly spread through his body. Malik closed his eyes to focus on Altair's hand toying with him, shutting out the pain coming from his ribs. Soon his breath hitched and he felt the blood rush through his body down into his cock making the muscle swell. He sighed through his gag as pain and pleasure mixed together. It felt like he was swallowed by something so intense that it was hard to breath through it that all he could really feel was the deep bottomless pit he was falling toward.

“For a moment I feared you were not here with me.” Altair's voice collapsed like a wave over him, drowning everything else with it and left Malik open and vulnerable to his touch.

The other hand that had hold Malik's body in place let go of him and started to move in a similar way over his body as the other one had before. Fingers brushed every curve, trailed over every muscle in such a soft touch that he couldn't help himself but to press himself against that hand, carving more of its feeling. When Altair's fingers touched his wounds Malik hissed but it was only for a brief second. He watched Altair collecting his blood onto his hand before it joined the other one on his cock, but he traveled further down until Malik felt curious fingers pressing at his entrance. The blood had made them slick and it didn't take long before two fingers had entered him all the while Altair never stopped stroking him. His hips moved on their own as Malik pressed down onto those skilful fingers that were already buried to the knuckles within him.

His sighs turned into a long moan as Altair started to move and his fingers pumped in and out of his body leaving him in a state of pure ecstasy as they hit his prostate over and over again. A third finger wriggled its way into his entrance and Malik thought he might die by the sheer pleasure he felt rushing through his body.

The first time he had sex with Altair it had felt strange and foreign to him to have something inside his body, buried deep within him. But now after they had done this so many times he just waited for the bliss that was about to come and he never got disappointed.

“All four, Malik. You're a eager little slut today”, Altair chuckled and Malik opened is eyes in surprise.

He wanted to speak between panting but the gag detained such things and he was pushed backwards over the floor by the force of Altair's fingers pumping in and out of him.

Malik watched him smiling down at him. “Four”, he repeated as if he would have seen the question sprawled upon his face. “It's like you're swallowing me. Do you need it that bad?”, and he almost sounded breathless as he curled his fingers inside of him that sent a bolt of pleasure through Malik and he had to close his eyes at the sheer ecstasy.

“I want to know Malik”, Altair leaned over him and his forehead touched his as his lips brushed over his as he spoke. “I want to know what it is that you're keeping from he”, his voice breathless and Malik bit down onto his gag as he changed the angle of his fingers going deeper still.

Malik felt himself loose around Altair's hand, his back arching and his toes curling as the tips of those fingers touched his prostate over and over again. He heavily panted now not sure if he got enough air through his nose, fearing he might pass out. A whimper broke loose as Malik realized it was not enough and that it never would be. He pressed against Altair as his chest rose from the floor. He felt desperate as if he would suffocate by all the things he felt. Tears started to form at the corners of his eyes as he wished his arm weren't tied behind his back as he wished to touch Altair to clung onto him and never let go. He wanted, he needed to feel the man above him. There was so much he could take but now he felt like as if Altair was his only anchor to sanity and he just couldn't take a hold of it because of the rope that held his arm in place. Malik shifted his legs and brought them around Altair's waist, his heels dug into his lower back and pushed him forward so he almost fell atop of him if he hadn't let go of his member to bring down his hand next to Malik's head to support himself.

His face was only inches from his own, hovering above him and those golden eyes starred into his and Malik suppressed a shudder.

“I don't want anything to stand between us. I already have your trust Malik.” He slipped his other hand free of Malik and he almost whined at the sudden loss of those fingers inside of him. Altair brought his bloodied fingers to Malik's cheek his thumb brushing over the gag. “I already have your trust”, he repeated those words only in a whisper, “now I want you to give yourself completely to me.” His hand broke away from Malik's cheek and Malik felt the tips of his fingers press against his throat. They wrapped around the sensitive flesh where the rope was tied secure around it and he pressed. Malik starred at him wide-eyed as his survival instinct tried to fight Altair and his lungs desperately tried to pump air into them. His body begun to shook as it tried to crawl away from Altair but his mind screamed not to surrender.

Black dots started to dance in front of his eyes and he heard nearby water rushing wildly and loud. His veins started to bulge as the muscles in his throat tensed. He felt cold and hot at the same time, his cock throbbing with need as the filed of his view started to darken at the corners.

“Safety and peace, Malik?”, he heard Altair asking from far away, his voice the white light in a sea of darkness.

Before he could collapse, before his mind would lose consciousness the pressure at his throat faded as Altair had withdrawn his hand. Malik hadn't enough time to recover when he felt Altair moving and something pressed at his entrance. Through heavy fog he watched Altair above him, his mouth slightly opened as a moan escaped his lips as he buried himself inside of Malik. One of his hands took a hold of Malik's hips, his fingers pressing him down to the ground while his other hand crept over his chest and down his rips until it found the stabbing wound and one of his fingers pressed inside of it. At the same time Altair started to move, thrusting into him in one long and slowly movement that left Malik lightheaded.

Malik screamed against his gag but he couldn't tell if it was because of the pleasure he felt or the sheer pain that Altair's finger created as it wriggled inside of his wound as if it were looking for something.

Altair looked down at him and watched all of Malik's muscles went tensed. Sweat had started to from at his brows and Altair leaned down to lick it away. He burrowed his face at the juncture between Malik's throat and shoulder, gasping at the sensation he felt around his own cock. He used his hand next to Malik's head to press himself up again. The same hand slapped Malik hard in the face and another time and a third time and again and again until all Malik could hear was the ringing inside his ears and all he could feel was Altair's dick thrusting in and out of him as he set for a fast speed.

And all of the sudden it stopped and Malik could have cried had it not been for the gag that was still forced between his lips. The pleasure he felt only seconds before faded and he could feel blood dripping down from his nose. He started to whimper and tried to move his hips as Altair hovered perfectly still above him just watching. He pressed his heels against Altair's back to draw him inside of him further but it just wasn't enough. His chest felt like it was on fire by the pain from Altair's finger pressing into his wound spreading through his body and his head felt like it had split open in two halves. Tears were freely running over his cheeks now as he starred up at Altair, desperation and lust whirling within his eyes.

He watched Altair's hand moving and seconds later the gag had come free and Malik's head fell back onto the floor, his own rasping loud in the now silent room.

“Then I say it”, he heard Altair whispering. “Safety and peace, Malik.”

The finger removed itself from his wound and found his way onto his face, tracing the tears that had fallen. He bent down using both his hands next to Malik's head to support himself.

“Tell me”, he demanded and Malik couldn't stop the words that started to find their way over his lips.

“I hate you”, he whispered hoarsely. “I hate you for how you make me feel, for what you make me feel. All the time I'm confused and it is because of you!” He spit out blood and not all of it hit the floor next to him but dripped over his chin down to his chest. His eyes found Altair's and he hold his gaze. He wanted to hold the words inside of him but his tongue got loose and his lips started to move on their own. “I'm scarred – all the time and I don't know what to do. I keeping myself asking questions that I don't know the answer to.”

Altair moved his hips and Malik gasped as his dick hit his prostate in a delicate way. He moaned and bit on his lips. “I can't – I can't forget the past and when I wake at night screaming I can't remember anything of the dreams but my arm's hurting. It still hurts and every time I look into your face I know it's because of you.”

He felt Altair slowly to move again and he groaned as the sensation rock through his body and his eyes found Altair's face and it surprised him to see a somewhat hurt expression.

“But when you hold me and when I hear your voice I know the man in front of me is not the same as he was at Solomon's Temple.”

Malik gasped and moaned as Altair started to set a slow and tortures pace that made him all aware of his own arousal. “Make me feel whole again. Hurt me and make me forget. I need you for I fear I might lose myself in our past.”

Altair reached down and cupped his face, his lips meeting his as he kissed him in such a soft way that he almost wasn't sure if they were really kissing. Malik melted into the kiss and the sensation of Altair's lips brushing against his lid a whole new fire inside of him.

“You don't have to hide Malik. Not around me. I'm here, I'm there for you.” And he repeated those last words over and over again as his thrusts became stronger and Malik's gasping between tears became louder.

“Do you hate me for this?”, Altair asked and he changed the angles of his thrusts again and Malik moaned loudly as his eyes pressed shut. “Can you feel it?”

Malik nodded not trusting his own voice. Altair bent down and sunk his teeth into Malik's shoulder almost drawing blood and he gasped in surprise. Altair's tongue licked over the reddening skin and he bit him again before he kissed Malik's lips.

“And this?”, he asked again and Malik didn't know if he understood the question. Altair's face was right in front of him and there was curiosity in his eyes as he looked down at Malik.

“What?”, Malik gasped before Altair halt his movements once more. He waited a few seconds for Malik to caught his breath before he went down and kissed him again but this time longer and with more force.

“This?”, he asked, nibbling at Malik's ear.

“I dont – think I understand.”

A low chuckle erupted from Altair's chest and Malik groaned as Altair's cock moved with his low laughter inside of him.

“What do you feel? It's not that hard of a question I believe.”

“I feel like going insane if you don't continue.” Anger swung with Malik's voice.

Altair's fingers brushed through his hair as he lowered himself to completely cover Malik's body.

“Do you feel safe with me?”

And Malik's frowned at the question.

Well, of course he did. It might sound strange but he never felt safer as when he was tied up and at Altair's mercy. He nodded slowly. Chills run down his body and he wiggled his hips to encourage Altair to continue. His cock was painfully hard and there was nothing more as to fall into the abyss of bliss and shut everything else out. He shut his eyes in frustration as Altair didn't made any attempt to move.

“Do not deny, Malik”, he whispered and suddenly Malik knew and his eyes fluttered open. Everything made sense as he felt the answers to his question burning deep inside of him. He felt so much that he almost couldn't bare it. He wished for his arm, he wished to hold Altair to seek more of his touch, more of his skin against his. Bright light invaded all of his senses as he tried to hold himself at the surface of everything that threatened to engulf him. Everything inside of him went warm, nothing like the hot burning passion but a deep feeling of trust, safety and...

“Untie me, please”, he croaked and was surprised how foreign his own voice sounded. The knots became loose as he heard the knife slicing through his bindings and his arm went forward to hold Altair as his nails dug into the skin of his back.

With that Altair moved again, fast and unforgivable and Malik thought he might burst. He pressed his face into Altair's shoulder as he gasped for air and a whole new wave of pleasure hit him and threatened to drown him. He bit onto his lips trying to ride the wave a little bit longer just to feel more to feel complete for a few seconds but then it all crushed. With a silent cry he came, hard. His whole body clenched and as he heard Altair moaning right next to his ear it sent him over the edge and falling all over again.

He fell and it wouldn't stop as the room around him exploded into white light by the force of his own orgasm. He felt hot liquid splashing against his and Altair's stomach and he suddenly knew why some of the women would speak of “the little death” during sex.

After that a few seconds long nothing happened. Altair had collapsed onto him, his breathing hard and erratic. Sweat was glistening on his skin and his breathing echoed loudly in Malik's ear.

Finally Altair removed himself from him and rolled down to his side and stopped laying on his back as one hand covered his eyes.

Malik still gasped for air as he slowly started to feel his body again and all the wounds upon it. The blood circulation in his arm had been disconnected the whole time and it felt numb to him and started to tingle now. He lifted his head and watched how his sperm mixed with the blood on his stomach and how the wound near his ribs was still bleeding.

Altair didn't move next to him.

“I'm still having nightmares”, he spoke softly into the silence as his own eyes closed again. “And on some days I can't find the energy to get up at all.” He laughed softly and it sounded harsh. Altair peaked one eye open next to him and watched him from the corner of his eyes. “I – panicked. Earlier. When you had cut me. It reminded me of how... how they had cut off my left arm. It terrifies me to think”, he swallowed hard, “ – to think that something could happen to my right arm.” He heard Altair moving but he didn't dare to open his eyes.

Hot breath crawled over his face as he felt Altair lying next to him, his head settling on his shoulder.

Finally Malik opened his eyes and he looked down onto Altair. “I don't hate you.”

“I know”, he murmured lazily his eyes closed as one of his arms encircled Malik's chest and pressed him closer.

“Altair, I--”

“Don't.”, Altair interrupted him. “You don't have to say it. I know.” And he lifted his head to place a kiss upon Malik's lips.

Malik's legs crossd over Altair's as he tried to turn into the man next to him but hissed as he felt the pain from the cuts on his chest.

“Altair, you bastard”, he forced out between clenched teeth and looked to his side.

Altair didn't move as if he hadn't heard him at all, his breath deepening as he fell slowly asleep.

If you want to read the story in a whole check adultfanfictiondotnet, I uploaded it there in three parts with the same title and in two parts at fanfictiondotnet

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