Altaïr, Malik, and Kadar's Place

Altair was spent, exhausted as he was fucked through the aftermath of his orgasm. He moaned as he felt the other cum inside him, already past over stimulation. "Mal..." He sighed softly, relaxing as the other finished, his breathing evened out.

Looking up into Malik's eyes, he met the other's lips in a softer kiss. He'd not comment on how this one felt...somewhat more sincere. He hoped Malik would do the same. His cheeks were slightly reddened from exertion and lust.

He closed his eyes as he felt the other pull out, preparing to also get up. That was until the damned coffee table decided to collapse, sending him and Malik down with it. He wouldn't admit to the embarrassment and certainly not the lack of grace he'd shown as he was jostled about from the fall, pulling the other with him, mostly from shock and lack of reaction.

He didn't quite realise the scoff followed by a small chuckle that was withdrawn from him as he stared up at the older man. "We'd better get off of this thing", he muttered, amusement fading, his ass felt more than bruised from their previous activities and now even more so from the coffee table incident that just occurred.

He had a feeling they wouldn't live this down.

Falling on top of Altair as the table collapsed under them, Malik groaned slightly as he hit his knee... "Damnit.." He grumbled in annoyance, before  looking up and noticing the other giving the smallest of amused chuckles. For some reason, he felt any such irritation fade, being replaced by a small but somewhat brief smile of his own.

Sighing, he moved back and stood; pulling his trousers back into a bit more of a decent and manoeuvrable position, before holding his non-dominant hand out to the other..... "Well, we can just say you fell on it.." He teased with a completely straight expression.. "But I guess we should clean up and get some rest now.." He paused a moment, before looking straight into the others eyes.... ".. I think you need it."

Grunting, he took the older's hand, nodding as he got up. "Where'd you throw my jeans?", he ignored the other's teasing, picking up his shirt off the floor so he could get cleaned up.

"Mm sure like he'll buy that. We've both got an early start right? We can talk about plans tomorrow sometime", he paused, glaring at Malik. "I feel fucking fine. If I didn't already have things to do I'd be up for fucking you next..." His words were blunt from annoyance. He shrugged the other's words off, spotting his jeans which had knocked one of Malik's house plants over, breaking the pot it was in.

He headed into his and Kadar's shared bathroom, washing himself quickly and slipping his pajama pants and shirt on. He walked back through to Malik's bedroom, making himself comfortable, not bothering to ask the older man.

Without saying another word, he grabbed his shirt and headed for the bathroom, smirk on face.. He knew saying nothing would piss the younger man off more, especially when he looked smug, too... Shame about the plant though, but there will always be casualties in war.

Cleaning himself up, he changed into some pajamas bottoms, joining Altair in bed... "You can try fucking me tomorrow, if you want." He switched the light out.

Altair huffed at the other's silence, he moved to lay on his back, getting comfortable. He smirked as the light went out, whispering into the dark. "Maybe I will.."

He stretched slightly, it didn't take him long to drift of to sleep.

Rolling over in bed, Malik yawned; he'd managed to sleep like a log last night. Pleasant memories streamed back to him. Glancing at his alarm clock, he noticed they'd over slept, but fortunately, his first class was pretty relaxed, he wasn't so sure about Altair's.


With a smirk, he couldn't resist teasing the other lying next to him; shifting, he climbed on top of Altair, with a knee either side of him... "Hey.. Novice, wake up... We're going to be late.."

As soon as he sensed movement, Altair's eyes opened, staring up at the older man as he was straddled. "Hnn. We're late. Any reason you're currently sat on me? Or are you that happy to see me?"

He remained straight faced, leaning up so he was leaning on his elbows, back shuffling up against the pillows. He slipped an arm around the other's lower back.

"I just wanted to inspect my handy work.." The very tip of Malik's finger brushed against the trail of lovebites down Altair's neck. "It suits you.. But next time I'll be sure to wake you up with a glass of icy water, if you'd prefer.. "

He went to shift his weight from the other.

Shrugging, the younger stared at the trail of red marks along his body."I'd appreciate you don't..", he muttered, slipping a hand into the back of the other's pants subtly. He leaned up to leave a small kiss upon the others lips before shuffling to get up himself, revealing more of the bruising and marks from last night's activities."We'd better hurry Al-Sayf...", smirking he headed to his own room, he wouldn't admit that he was still sore, knowing it would just inflate the other's ego.

Having gotten dressed, Malik stopped into his bathroom to make sure he didn't look too much of a mess, fortunately, he didn't shave all that often as a bit of stubble suited him. Turning his head to the side, he admired the marks left on his neck... "Fucking great.." He muttered. They were good in terms of love-bites, but awkward in terms of socialising.

Once he was finished getting himself ready, he grabbed his belongings, once again forgoing breakfast.. "Do you want a lift?" He shouted as he scrabbled for his keys, glancing over to the broken table and the plant pot with all it's contents over the floor... Grumbling, he quickly got a dustpan and brush and sweeped up the worst of the mess, but there was still clearly a lot of soil stuck in the carpet... He'd have to hoover when he had more time.

Once fully dressed, Altair gathered his things, also foregoing breakfast."Yup, thanks looks like I haven't missed anything important." He glanced at the mess, sighing a little. "We'll need a new table. Hope your plant isn't dead." With that he followed the other man out the door.

Unlocking the door, Altair stormed his was into the apartment. He was glad Kadar had gone out for different reasons now, hoping Malik wouldn't be back too soon also. Maybe he had gone down to his work space to hang out with that grungy looking kid.

Walking into his own room, the assassin tossed his bag and hoodie in the corner carelessly, changing into a tank and joggers. He knew he'd need to get out of the apartment again, maybe go for a run, do some training or even some not entirely dangerous parkour. There were plenty almost safe buildings and scaffolding to climb nearby.

He then headed over to the kitchenette, grabbing some of the leftover fruit. He tried his best to calm down but the more he tried, the angrier he felt.

Having finished up with work early, Malik decided to grab a bottle of wine and head on home for some peace and quiet; he was in a pretty bad mood and fancied some time to himself to wind down. Hopefully no one was home. Although, Altair could certainly help him wind down faster.

Unlocking the front door, he removed his jacket and shoes before going any further; neatly tucking them away.

Heading toward the kitchenette, he saw the familiar form of his lover. "No Kadar?" He questioned, putting the bag with two wine bottles on the worktop.

Turning to see Altair's face for the first time, Malik inwardly groaned. The other man was clearly in a foul mood, so much for relaxing. "So? Who's pissed you off?"

Hearing the familiar click of the door, Altair sighed, he'd have no time to calm down it would seem. "No. He's gone out."

He listened to the other's footsteps as he moved through the apartment, turning away from the other slightly as Malik locked eyes with him momentarily. "It's none of your concern." He walked over to the fridge, replacing some of the fruit he hadn't eaten and moved back towards the front door, grabbing his trainers.

He was in no mood for talking, and he knew that if he stayed much longer one of them would cause an argument and they end up snapping at eachother. He foolishly tried to believe that maybe this time would be different, Malik might be too tired to continue the conversation.

"Sorry I dared to speak." Malik turned his back to the other man, putting the bottles away, his mood getting progressively worse. More often than not, he would rather deal with Kadar at his worst than a pissed off Altair; like this, he was insufferable.

Finally turning to face Altair again, he noticed him getting his trainers; sighing, he rolled his eyes. Sometimes he questioned why he bothered. "If you ever decide I'm worthy of sharing your concerns with, you know where I am." Visibly pissed off, he turned on his heel and heading toward the sofa.

Altair slipped his trainers on, watching the other out of the corner of his eye. He could tell the other was getting riled up too.

He didn't know why, but Malik's next words stung slightly, not enough for him to show it or be bothered by it, but enough for him to stop and think. Some of his anger melted away. He paused by the door, sighing as he walked back into the room, following the other towards the sofa.

"It's nothing. There is no concern.", he sat down warily, watching the other now. "Malik...", he trailed off, thinking of an excuse to appease the other man for now. It would buy him some time at least.

That was a predictable response. Altair had a brilliant poker face to the rest of society, Malik had gotten use to his ways over the years, the other man was grumpy quite often, but not this pissed off.
       
"What?" Looking over his shoulder to the other with his usual calm but clearly angry expression, he continued. "If you don't want to talk, then don't. Just don't lie to me and say you're OK."

Looking away for a moment, Altair sighed. Knowing the older man, he probably knew to some degree something was up, but maybe Altair could steer the conversation away.

He watched Malik now, staring into his eyes. "It is...I got in trouble is all. I am trying to calm down and forget about it. I won't lie. Forgive me."

Sighing in defeat, Malik looked back away, turning the TV on even though he didn't want to watch it. "OK. Whatever." They'd never really been the healthiest of couples, quite often they clashed, but for reasons even he didn't know, he wouldn't want anything different.

In a calmer more genuine voice, he continued. "Just stay safe, Altair."

Watching the other man turn his attention to the TV, Altair had a moment to gather and store his thoughts for the moment. His gaze now focused on the other's body, mapping out an image of the older man's naked form, preferably writhing beneath him.

Only just catching the other's words, Altair leaned closer, pressing a kiss to Malik's jaw hesitantly. He wasn't usually one to be so prudish, but he didn't want to cause the wrong kind of reaction. "I will", he whispered, arm moving to wrap around Malik's waist.

Feeling the other lean in and kiss him, Malik tried his best not to react, he didn't feel like letting his mood slide. He was pissed off and a kiss wasn't going to fix that.

Arms now around his waist, he shifted slightly into them, his resolve soon dying out. Dammit. Still, he wouldn't make this easy.

Not making a move in either direction, he just waited. If he really wasn't interested, he would show it and he knew Altair would know that.

Noticing the other's sudden stubbornness, the younger assassin shuffled closer, hands sliding under the older man's shirt. Can't say I don't deserve the cold shoulder, but I won't go easy on him. Altair moved forward, pressing kisses to the side of Malik's neck, sucking gently at first, occasionally nipping at the tanned skin beneath his lips.

I know you want this. Remaining mostly impassive, he slowly unbuttoned the older man's shirt, finger tips running across the taut muscle which lay beneath the soft fabric.

As much as the older man tried to resist the temptation to react, it was practically impossible not to lean into the kisses being lavished upon his neck.

Remaining still, the smallest of smirks played at the corners of Malik's lips as the other unbuttoned his shirt with a seemingly indifferent expression.

For as long as he could remember, they had always played games like these. "Do you want something, Altair? " Spoken with his usual dryness, the darker haired man looked at the other with a daring glance.


Casually, he rested his arm across the back of the sofa behind Altair, still doing his best not to give away what he was thinking of or wanting; which Altair was the answer to both.

Nipping occasionally at the other's neck, Altair started sucking red marks into the skin. Hand running along the hard muscle of Malik's abdomen, moving up to his chest to toy with his nipples.

"I want you...", he pulled Malik's shirt apart now, pulling at it to remove it completely. Tilting his head forward, he pulled the older man into a deep kiss, lasting briefly as he bit at the other's bottom lip.

"Now, Malik", he mumbled, becoming impatient with Malik's game.

Unable to stop a small groan from escaping his lips, Malik knew he wouldn't be able to keep the act up much longer and the other's words soon  put end to his resolve.

Shifting forward to help remove his shirt, the older assassin found himself leaning into the kiss, wanting more of this man that drove him crazy beyond words. "Don't let me stop you." Words practically whispered, he pressed their lips together again as he moved his weight to straddle the others lap.
           

Slipping his hands under the bottom of Altair's vest, they glided over the familiar and impressive muscle of his lover's abdomen.
Breaking for air, he began to trail kisses and harsh little nips down the other's jawline, stopping just below his ear to leave a red mark on his paler skin.