[Fic] Wake Up Call (Assassin's Creed)
Title: Wake Up Call
Fandom: Assassin's Creed
Pairing: Altaïr/Malik
Rating: General
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1300
Summary: Altaïr wakes Malik up earlier than Malik would like. Modern AU
Author Note: Alternately titled, 'Altaïr bites Malik'. This is another piece from the AU Intempestivus and I are working on.
Malik woke to fingers digging into his hips, to nails dragging against his skin. He groaned into his pillow, willing Altaïr away, because it was too early for this. It was too early for anything. The only light int he room was coming from the clock on the nightstand and if there wasn't any daylight, Malik sure as fuck wasn't getting up.
"Malik, I'm not letting you fall back asleep. Get up," Altaïr prodded from where he was perched on Malik's back. He demanded as if he had any control over getting Malik out of their bed. He gave a grunt, before burying his face into his pillow. He kicked out, but it did little considering Altaïr had his legs pinned.
Altaïr's breath was hot against the back of his neck, uncomfortably so. Malik ignored him as best he could, but the hot weight against his back wouldn't allow for that. In sleep it was easy to untangle Altaïr's limbs from his own, but awake he would have no such luck.
"I'm driving you to campus today, remember? Before that, I have to go to work and I'm not coming back here to pick your ass up." Malik squirmed under Altaïr, before settling further into the bed with a sigh of annoyance.
"I'll just take the bus."
"No, you won't. You're banned from the bus, remember? Get up, you can sleep at a table at work or something." Altaïr said, tapping his fingers against Malik's hips. He waited a minute to see if he would get a response and when he didn't get one, he bit down into the curve of Malik's neck. Malik gave a surprised yelp and flailed his arm in shock. "Get up."
"Fucking asshole," Malik snarled, attempting to turn over. Altaïr pushed up off of the bed and waited for Malik to sit up. He earned a glare for his troubles of waking him up, but that suited Altaïr just fine.
"Your bag is ready, all you need to do is shower and dress. I will drag you out of this apartment dripping if that's what it takes, Malik." Altaïr stated, crossing his arms over his chest. He waited until Malik was crawling out o the bed and making his way to the bathroom. He then waited until he heard the water running in the sink.
He wandered out into the living room, wondering what he was going to do now that Malik was up. He had expected it to take longer, but it hadn't taken much to get him out of bed. He flopped down on to the couch, hands folded in his lap. He leaned back in his seat, staring up at the ceiling as he waited for Malik to finish.
"We're leaving now, if you're going to fucking make me leave this early." He tilted his head further back at Malik's grumbling. He blinked, because Malik hadn't taken long at all. He knew how Malik liked to lounge about in the shower in the mornings, working up the energy to face the day, but he had taken no time at all this morning.
He paused, before twisting quickly up on to his knees on the couch, to face Malik. Malik glowered at him, slouching into the hoodie he was wearing and shoving his hand into the pocket. He shuffled his feet against the carpet, not uttering a word as Altaïr watched him.
Altaïr jumped over the back of the couch, a grin spreading across his face. Malik hadn't showered, had only pulled out a fresh set of clothing and Altaïr was pleased to see, clothing that belonged to him. The hoodie was one of his, a baggy white one, and the black shirt peeking out from under it was definitely one of his.
He reached up, tugging on the collar of the hoodie to pull Malik to him, so that he could kiss him. Malik grumbled against his lips, before returning the kiss with a soft sigh. Altaïr released him with a smile, giving him a peck on the lips. "Good morning, elbi."
He hopped away, reaching out for the side table beside the couch. He plucked a pin from the bowl sitting there, before returning to Malik. He took the empty sleeve of the hoodie in his hands and pinned the cuff to the shoulder, before kissing Malik on the cheek. He nudged Malik towards the front door, where his bag was waiting.
He grabbed Malik's maroon scarf from where it was hanging beside the door, wrapping it around Malik's neck. It would have been odd, seeing him leave the apartment without it.
He took Malik's bag and led him out of the apartment, and out to the van in the parking lot. He threw Malik's bag in the backseat as he took his spot in the drivers seat. He waited until Malik was situated beside him and had his seatbelt on, before turning the key over in the ignition. He had a moment of trepidation, a moment where he wanted to do nothing but turn the vehicle off, but he ignored it, in turn of throwing the van in drive.
He could see Malik tense beside him, his fingers clenched against the dashboard. It had gotten better over the past few months, their reactions to being back in a vehicle. There was the constant fear that they may crash again, but both of them were to stubborn to let that stop them. Especially now that Malik had been banned from the bus, Altaïr would have to drive him around more often than not.
Malik pressed back into his seat as Altaïr pulled out onto the road, his hand falling slack into his lap. Altaïr shot him a glance, before quickly looking back to the road and driving the fifteen minutes to work. It was a quiet fifteen minutes, with Altaïr keeping his attention on the road and Malik remaining silent beside him.
He listened for Malik's sharp exhale of breath when he finally pulled into his parking spot in front of Starbucks and turned off the van. He reached over and took Malik's hand, giving it a squeeze, before jumping out of the vehicle. He grabbed Malik's bag, before heading into the coffee shop, giving Malik time to collect himself.
He could see Connor already working behind the counter, serving the only customer in the shop. He gave a nod in acknowledgement of Altaïr, before sauntering over to the bar to make whatever drink had been ordered.
Altaïr set Malik's bag on one of the lounge chairs, before heading around the counter to grab a cup of coffee for him. He left it over with Malik's bag, before finally going to the back room to put on his apron. He checked to see if there had been any notes left by his co-workers from the previous day, but found nothing.
"Hello, Malik." He heard Connor greet from the front. It pulled him from the back, Malik coming in and speaking softly to Connor. He smiled, glad to see that Malik only looked grumpy and not shaken up. He watched as Malik wandered over to his chair, picking up his coffee and taking a drink, before digging through his bag. He pulled out the book that Altaïr had put there, before settling into the chair with an audible sigh.
Altaïr gave a chuckle, because today had gone smoothly, and he could only imagine how tomorrow was going to go when Malik knew an early wake up call was coming. He shook his head, before heading to the till to start his shift.
Fandom: Assassin's Creed
Pairing: Altaïr/Malik
Rating: General
Warning(s): None
Word Count: 1300
Summary: Altaïr wakes Malik up earlier than Malik would like. Modern AU
Author Note: Alternately titled, 'Altaïr bites Malik'. This is another piece from the AU Intempestivus and I are working on.
Malik woke to fingers digging into his hips, to nails dragging against his skin. He groaned into his pillow, willing Altaïr away, because it was too early for this. It was too early for anything. The only light int he room was coming from the clock on the nightstand and if there wasn't any daylight, Malik sure as fuck wasn't getting up.
"Malik, I'm not letting you fall back asleep. Get up," Altaïr prodded from where he was perched on Malik's back. He demanded as if he had any control over getting Malik out of their bed. He gave a grunt, before burying his face into his pillow. He kicked out, but it did little considering Altaïr had his legs pinned.
Altaïr's breath was hot against the back of his neck, uncomfortably so. Malik ignored him as best he could, but the hot weight against his back wouldn't allow for that. In sleep it was easy to untangle Altaïr's limbs from his own, but awake he would have no such luck.
"I'm driving you to campus today, remember? Before that, I have to go to work and I'm not coming back here to pick your ass up." Malik squirmed under Altaïr, before settling further into the bed with a sigh of annoyance.
"I'll just take the bus."
"No, you won't. You're banned from the bus, remember? Get up, you can sleep at a table at work or something." Altaïr said, tapping his fingers against Malik's hips. He waited a minute to see if he would get a response and when he didn't get one, he bit down into the curve of Malik's neck. Malik gave a surprised yelp and flailed his arm in shock. "Get up."
"Fucking asshole," Malik snarled, attempting to turn over. Altaïr pushed up off of the bed and waited for Malik to sit up. He earned a glare for his troubles of waking him up, but that suited Altaïr just fine.
"Your bag is ready, all you need to do is shower and dress. I will drag you out of this apartment dripping if that's what it takes, Malik." Altaïr stated, crossing his arms over his chest. He waited until Malik was crawling out o the bed and making his way to the bathroom. He then waited until he heard the water running in the sink.
He wandered out into the living room, wondering what he was going to do now that Malik was up. He had expected it to take longer, but it hadn't taken much to get him out of bed. He flopped down on to the couch, hands folded in his lap. He leaned back in his seat, staring up at the ceiling as he waited for Malik to finish.
"We're leaving now, if you're going to fucking make me leave this early." He tilted his head further back at Malik's grumbling. He blinked, because Malik hadn't taken long at all. He knew how Malik liked to lounge about in the shower in the mornings, working up the energy to face the day, but he had taken no time at all this morning.
He paused, before twisting quickly up on to his knees on the couch, to face Malik. Malik glowered at him, slouching into the hoodie he was wearing and shoving his hand into the pocket. He shuffled his feet against the carpet, not uttering a word as Altaïr watched him.
Altaïr jumped over the back of the couch, a grin spreading across his face. Malik hadn't showered, had only pulled out a fresh set of clothing and Altaïr was pleased to see, clothing that belonged to him. The hoodie was one of his, a baggy white one, and the black shirt peeking out from under it was definitely one of his.
He reached up, tugging on the collar of the hoodie to pull Malik to him, so that he could kiss him. Malik grumbled against his lips, before returning the kiss with a soft sigh. Altaïr released him with a smile, giving him a peck on the lips. "Good morning, elbi."
He hopped away, reaching out for the side table beside the couch. He plucked a pin from the bowl sitting there, before returning to Malik. He took the empty sleeve of the hoodie in his hands and pinned the cuff to the shoulder, before kissing Malik on the cheek. He nudged Malik towards the front door, where his bag was waiting.
He grabbed Malik's maroon scarf from where it was hanging beside the door, wrapping it around Malik's neck. It would have been odd, seeing him leave the apartment without it.
He took Malik's bag and led him out of the apartment, and out to the van in the parking lot. He threw Malik's bag in the backseat as he took his spot in the drivers seat. He waited until Malik was situated beside him and had his seatbelt on, before turning the key over in the ignition. He had a moment of trepidation, a moment where he wanted to do nothing but turn the vehicle off, but he ignored it, in turn of throwing the van in drive.
He could see Malik tense beside him, his fingers clenched against the dashboard. It had gotten better over the past few months, their reactions to being back in a vehicle. There was the constant fear that they may crash again, but both of them were to stubborn to let that stop them. Especially now that Malik had been banned from the bus, Altaïr would have to drive him around more often than not.
Malik pressed back into his seat as Altaïr pulled out onto the road, his hand falling slack into his lap. Altaïr shot him a glance, before quickly looking back to the road and driving the fifteen minutes to work. It was a quiet fifteen minutes, with Altaïr keeping his attention on the road and Malik remaining silent beside him.
He listened for Malik's sharp exhale of breath when he finally pulled into his parking spot in front of Starbucks and turned off the van. He reached over and took Malik's hand, giving it a squeeze, before jumping out of the vehicle. He grabbed Malik's bag, before heading into the coffee shop, giving Malik time to collect himself.
He could see Connor already working behind the counter, serving the only customer in the shop. He gave a nod in acknowledgement of Altaïr, before sauntering over to the bar to make whatever drink had been ordered.
Altaïr set Malik's bag on one of the lounge chairs, before heading around the counter to grab a cup of coffee for him. He left it over with Malik's bag, before finally going to the back room to put on his apron. He checked to see if there had been any notes left by his co-workers from the previous day, but found nothing.
"Hello, Malik." He heard Connor greet from the front. It pulled him from the back, Malik coming in and speaking softly to Connor. He smiled, glad to see that Malik only looked grumpy and not shaken up. He watched as Malik wandered over to his chair, picking up his coffee and taking a drink, before digging through his bag. He pulled out the book that Altaïr had put there, before settling into the chair with an audible sigh.
Altaïr gave a chuckle, because today had gone smoothly, and he could only imagine how tomorrow was going to go when Malik knew an early wake up call was coming. He shook his head, before heading to the till to start his shift.