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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.3
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Loves Company [1/2]

[(Anonymous)]

It was not often that Altair was accosted by people who were considerably less dangerous than he was—and, more significantly, knew that they were considerably less dangerous. Perhaps this was the reason why Malik decided to hang back behind a market stall, watching as an group of vigilantes gathered around the assassin, each one of them full of praise and admiration. There was no doubt the words would all go to Altair’s head, but Malik was amused to find that, presently, Altair appeared more skittish than boastful. Despite that, he bore it all with a faint, crooked turn of his mouth, and seemed tolerant of the round of friendly pats on his shoulder (but never the back, where half his weapons were strapped to). There were no guards around and given the kind of taunting the vigilantes did in front of Jerusalem’s supposed keepers, it was understandable. But for some reason, Altair kept looking over his shoulder, his stance at ready to bolt or defend himself.

As Malik observed the growing crowd of enthusiasts, he soon learned that Altair’s unease was not entirely unfounded; a particularly large vigilante ambled in front, and Malik saw Altair look up at the giant with a sense of dismayed resignation before he was wrapped up in an embrace and lifted off the ground to be swung in a circle more fitting for a favorite niece or nephew than a master assassin.

The bundles Altair had been carrying—the ones Malik had sent him to retrieve, in fact—were hastily adjusted for the length of the spin to avoid being crushed. Even so, a few packages fell from Altair’s grasp, one of which was an important map case that Malik would have hated to see trampled on. Deciding that it would be best to reveal himself, Malik strode forward, slipping past the two or three vigilantes in the way to pick it up.

While he was not as popular as Altair, a few of the men must have recognized him, or at least the stark white embroidery of his robes. The giant paused in mid-step, allowing Altair to twist in his arms, trying to look behind him.

“Hashim, let go of me,” Altair said sharply, but it was enough that he did not resort to simply breaking Hashim’s hold, even though he was perfectly capable of it.

He was promptly released, landing a little unsteadily on his feet. There was a quick moment of hesitation as Altair turned to Malik, eyebrows rising – his hood had slipped halfway off– but he proceeded to brush some imaginary dust from his shoulder, suddenly lofty in his manner, as if he did not smile at all during the vigilante’s embrace.

“Friends of yours?” Malik asked, tapping the map case against his arm.

Altair’s expression became a little wry, but when Malik knelt down to pick up the fallen packages, he hastily followed after. “Yes,” he replied, taking advantage of Malik’s exaggerated look of surprise to grab the rest of the map cases.

“No wonder you always take too long running simple errands,” Malik said, cutting the rest of his sarcastic comment short as a different vigilante steadied him by the elbow as he got up. The act itself rankled, being helped as if his leg was also missing, but Malik was growing used to intentions that meant well, along with ones that were meant to be ill. He nevertheless slipped his arm from the vigilante’s hand with a nod of thanks. Altair regarded him sidelong, head tilting by just a fraction.

“It is not his fault, dai,” the man said, oblivious. “We did not know he was assisting you with your deliveries. Please do not be angry with him.”

Malik frowned, drawing up as all the vigilantes’ attention was abruptly focused on him. They looked more curious than threatening, though he was wary of the ones that kept sneaking glances between him and Altair. “I am not.”

Loves Company [2/2]

[(Anonymous)]

“He is only teasing me,” Altair added in a rare show of blameless diplomacy, offhanded as it was. He rose to his feet, perhaps eager to have the two groups separate.

As much as Malik wanted to glean off more information from this unusual situation, he took Altair’s cue to make his leave. Altair started to following after him, but the vigilantes stepped forward to bid him farewell with the heavy insinuation that they would be seeing other each again very soon, or that he should bring his friend along more often—whatever that meant.

“And it is very kind of you to help the dai,” one of them added to Altair as they turned to leave. “You do so much! Does your benevolence know no bounds?”

Altair gave a blank stare, but did not mention that he was, in actuality, under orders. Malik smirked, using his foot to nudge other man along, away from the bustle of people and into a quieter spot near the stall where he had stayed behind.

“Kindness and benevolence,” Malik mimicked, the fawning words stilted on his tongue even underneath the mockery. “Really, Altair. If you had told me that you had friends to meet up with, I would have not begrudged you an hour or two. As much as I enjoy your company at the bureau, you could stand to get out more often. All day, if you like.”

Altair glared at him, pulling his cowl more securely over his head. “It’s not… they are not-“ he began, and halted over his sentence, frowning. His shoulders lifted, shrugging off an invisible weight or the uncomfortable knot that made him unsure of his words, but no less incapable of seeing the value of what he had gained. Finally, he grunted in grudging admittance, “I will, then,” and, always one to push forward, he added, “And I could say the same for you, too. They said you were free to join them.”

Malik paused, wanting to point out that joining the vigilantes’ escapades—whatever they might be—sounded like more trouble than what they were worth, but a small smile had already made its way through despite himself. He adjusted his grip on the map cases and pretended not to notice Altair echoing grin.

“Very well.”

Re: Loves Company [2/2]

[(Anonymous)]

Oh dear. Awkward!Altair is just too... Adorably awkward.

So cute!

Re: Loves Company [2/2]

[(Anonymous)]

asdfjahsdlfha This is too fucking adorable. Altair's so awkward and uncomfortable about it all and Malik just scoffs and teases him about it.