Disclaimer: Assassin's Creed and all of its characters are property of UbiSoft. I do not profit from it, apart from getting entertainment from doing my fanfiction and improving on my language and writing skills. Also, all events and characters are purely fictitious and any similarities to people or events in real life are purely coincidental.
This initially started off as a conversation with SmileBot, which steered to joking about the Assassin's Creed section being flooded with PWP, which steered to the topic on Altair and Malik pairings, to our RP on some some AltairxMalik romping (private joke between us). All swearing and cussing is courtesy of smilebot.
Anyway, on with the final chapter! I doubt I'll be doing smut of any kind in a long while... x_x
"I could think of so many ways to punish you."
Malik shivered as he stared into Altair's dilated pupils. So much desire... so much want. It was all Malik could do to not drown in it. Lifting his hand, Malik carded his fingers through closely cropped hair, enjoying the soft and downy feel of it. He barely suppressed a shudder as Altair moaned at the contact. For a moment, both were content with just letting Malik stroke his hair.
Then, Malik let out a startled gasp as he was pulled up flush against an increasingly sweaty and warm chest. Tensing up momentarily, Malik's instantly went limp and he moaned at the hot, needy breathing beside his ear.
"Malik," Altair whispered huskily.
Nothing more was said as he laved and nibbled at a vulnerable lobe. Malik merely leaned and arched into Altair, finding himself unable to do anything else. Hands strayed and grappled upon strong backs. Malik shivered and arched his back as a thumb was swiped over his head. He keened and gasped as a calloused finger dug into the sensitive slit. The moan that threatened to make itself known was swallowed up as Altair leaned forward and captured his mouth in a searing kiss. His tongue stabbed in and demanded entry and Malik, mind fogged up with desire, complied. Just for now, he told himself.
It was a battle of slick appendages and Malik found it difficult to breathe. He found himself drowning in the man above him, in his scent, in his heat and in that disgustingly sensual stickiness that was fast coating his own body.
His eyes rolled back in pleasure as Altair swiped his tongue over the roof of his mouth.
"Listen well, rafiq," Altair heatedly whispered, scraping his teeth down a flushed nape to the pants of sweet reciprocation. "Deny me a path," a smug grin, "and another will be forged."
And he cupped the back of Malil's head, the pull of desire shown in the way he snaked his tongue inside a hot mouth, his rationality askew, reveling in the deep groan of pleasure as he gyrated to the sweet rhythm that could only be measured by touch - there was so much he could reach, capture, grasp, not without flipping the both of them over to spread the warm stickiness over the once immaculate pillows.
"But give me a rope, and there will be nothing I can't pull."
Malik's eyes fluttered in ecstasy at the sensations of Altair's fleeting and desperate touches, and at the words breathed hungrily into his ear. Gasping in short, heated breaths, Malik could only reach out and grasp for more of the heat. Reaching a hand out, he let fingers run through Altair's hair once more. "So rough and stubborn, just like its owner," Malik smirked at the thought. Letting his hand slip down to the back of his partner's neck and to his back, Malik smirked as Altair let out a ragged moan when he firmly pressed into and massaged tense knots.
Feeling curiosity creep upon him and overpowering the overwhelming sense of arousal, Malik ceased his ministrations and let fingers wander upon a stubbled chin. The intense arousal he had felt previously had now dimmed to a pleasant throb. Finger dancing over eyelids, to a nose and to tracing scarred lips, Malik gasped softly as his digits slipped into Altair's mouth.
It was quite the sensation, Malik noted, to have one's tongue dancing over the fingertips. And very erotic. He decided he liked the sensation. No wonder Altair always insisted on this whenever they had foreplay. Replacing now slick fingers with his tongue, Malik allowed his tongue to explore the moist cavern before him. Altair could only happily agree. Finger's slipped down Altair's neck, down his clavicle and to his chest, laying rest at where his heart beat strongly.
Fascinated by the strong thrum of Altair's heartbeat, Malik broke away from the kiss, albeit unwillingly, and leaned to place his ear there. Altair stared at him with barely hidden curiosity, eyes smouldering with a mixture of impatience and desire. He raised his hand in a motion to pull Malik up for another kiss when he noticed the oddly peaceful expression upon Malik's face. Eye softening, he opted instead to let his hand rest upon Malik's head as a thumb gently rubbed circles behind his ear.
Overcome by a sudden foreign emotion, Malik gently pushed off Malik's chest and placed a kiss. Noticing this suddenly, Malik chuckled silently, "I'm becoming a sentimental old fool..."
Glancing up to see Altair's face, he was pleasantly shocked to see Altair looking upon him patiently, though he was twitching slightly in a bidden desire to continue what they were doing before or find release.
Smirking, Malik thrust his hip forward and both males groaned as the heads of their arousals bumped onto each other. Panting and eyes having an evil glint, Malik suddenly placed his good arm over Altair's chest and arms, effectively pinning him down.
Laving his tongue over a honey-coated nipple, Malik decided that the honey would taste better lower as his head moved southwards.
"Malik," Altair limply turned his head to the side, allowing the other man to snake his agile tongue downwards as he buried his fingers within tight curls, "Malik ... "
Without a hitch in his path, the preoccupied rafiq began to trace nonsensical patterns into the taut chest, a flick there, a dip here, moving about to grind them into further ecstasy - once, twice, nothing but plain ecstasy the impetus for his motions. There's something strange burning the tips of his fingers, as if he could map out every single contour of the assassin's frame, like it was his own, scorching the angles and planes into his memory without a need to comprehend.
"When I look at you," the latter male breathlessly said, "it reduces me to a fool."
Malik felt his face burn as he made the confession. Silently cursing himself, he was sure that statement would come back to bite him in the butt sometime in the near future.
Shaking his head lightly to clear such thoughts from his mind, Malik focused on much more pleasurable things at hand. Eyeing the familiar turgid length before him, Malik gently grasped it. Hips surged forward as the rafik started pumping. Movements were fast becoming slick as his hands squelched softly from the copious amounts of pre-release flowing from the weeping tip. Malik licked dry lips as a heavy, heady scent that was distinctly Altair filled the entire room.
Shifting up to lave at Altair's throat, Malik swiped a thumb over the head and dug it gently into the tip. The unrestrained and guttural groan that Altair released as his body went taut sent fire rushing to Malik's loins. Giving Altair a roguish smirk, Malik sank south once more and let the tip of his arousal slip past dry and slightly cracked lips. Eyes bulged out as Altair let out a silent moan. Working his jaw, Altair gazed hazily at the man before him.
However, much of his delirious haze cleared when Altair began to roughly pump into his mouth, digging his calloused fingers into his hair as his hips surged in and out - relentless in meeting hysterical gratification that was more than he could handle. He clamped his hands down on taut thighs to control the onslaught, but soon failed after the Grand Master pressed into the sensitive spot under the line of his jaw, his sex slipping further inside to meet the back of his throat.
Eyes looking up at Altair, unable to move anywhere else with the his death grip and rough thrusting, Malik was inclined to figure out a way to throttle the man. However, upon seeing the underlying helplessness laced within heavy arousal, Malik decided to let it slide. "Novice," Malik growled mentally and rolled his eyes.
Resolving to just let Altair just ride this through, Malik closed his eyes and relaxed his throat as he best could. A few more thrusts and Malik felt his throat relax to the point where he felt that he could enjoy it again.
And the unintelligible moans and grunts were filtering down to his ears. Fisting his rapidly growing arousal, which had cooled somewhat in the process, Malik moaned.
Feeling the vibrations around him finally drove Altair over the edge. A final thrust and he spent himself. Pulling Malik up till they were beside each other, Altair saw bruised lips and gave him an apologetic kiss. Gently pushing replacing Malik's hand with his own calloused one, he stroked. Leaning his head on the juncture between Altair's clavicle and neck, Malik merely panted and pumped his hips in time with Altair's stroking. Moments of riding out the sensations later, Malik came, biting into Altair's shoulder to muffle his moans.
Laying a sweaty forehead onto Altair's equally sweaty chest and draping his hand into a semblance of some form of cuddling, Malik muttered sleepily as he was rapidly lulled to sleep from exhaustion and Altair's heartbeat, "Go clean up the mess you made. If I find insects everywhere when I wake up..."
And he dozed off.
Altair gently placed Malik onto the soiled pillows as he got up sluggishly. A tired smirk came upon his lips as he examined the messy rafiq.
Clean EVERYTHING up, eh?
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