Altair and family went away for a long time to fight the Huns in Mongolia.
Anyone up to doing something related to Malik's thoughts on this, and perhaps a nice reunion between the two (with secret feelings all over the place)? This anon wants "I thought I'd never see you alive again you dumb asshole" sex here.
So, Genghis Khan died in 1227, which means both Altair and Malik are in their early sixties. Do you mind grumpy old man sex, anon? Because I am totally all over this, if you're cool with that.
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anonymous
May 5 2010, 04:49:17 UTC
Augh, I am so sorry this is taking so long. Uncooperative assassins are being uncooperative- but you have not been forgotten, I am determined to finish the rest of this by the end of the week
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anonymous
May 15 2010, 05:53:11 UTC
A thousand apologies for the delay, OP; I hope you enjoy the rest of the story, such as it is.Altaïr's hands stole inside his robe, fumbling with his belt and the knots on his sash, and then Malik couldn't be bothered with higher mathematics. He pulled an unresisting Altaïr to the pile of carpets and cushions in the corner, where he slept when he remembered to do so, rather than succumbing to exhaustion over his desk. They lowered themselves ungracefully, removing belts and armor and weapons and robes, until they were both naked amidst the wreckage of their clothing
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anonymous
May 15 2010, 06:02:19 UTC
"I have been thinking about this since we left," Altaïr said, voice thick in Malik's ear. He reached between them to wrap a hand around both of their cocks. "You have no idea-"
"Don't," Malik growled, feeling the sudden dangerous urge to bite through flesh and sinew and tear. He shuddered and thrust into Altaïr's hand, and pushed himself up on his right arm to better glare down at the man beneath him. "Do not think to tell me what I can and cannot have imagined, when you left me behind seven years ago, and stopped sending messages two years after that."
Altaïr touched his face, leaning close to press an apology in the form of a kiss at the corner of his mouth. "I'm sorry-"
It was the wrong thing to say, but Altaïr had always been particularly skilled at finding the wrong things to say to him. Malik silenced him with a snarl. "I do not accept your apology." He swatted away the hands. "Five years with no word, not even a body to bury and mourn, and all you say is sorry? I thought you were dead, I thought I'd lost all of
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anonymous
May 15 2010, 06:15:14 UTC
The sight of Altaïr reaching between them to fist his own cock, roughly, in time with his thrusts undid him, finally; Malik came with a gutteral cry, sinking his teeth into Altaïr's shoulder, and Altaïr followed him moments later, breathing voiceless words into his skin: I'm here, forgive me, I love you, Malik, Malik, Malik.Malik pulled away and reached for the the sleeve of one of their discarded robes to clean them off; he was exhausted, in more ways than one- but it felt like he could finally breathe easy again, as though the weight that had settled in his chest seven years ago had, at last, been lifted
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Anyone up to doing something related to Malik's thoughts on this, and perhaps a nice reunion between the two (with secret feelings all over the place)? This anon wants "I thought I'd never see you alive again you dumb asshole" sex here.
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Moar, because moar!
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There will definitely be more- like I said, hopefully by the end of the week, as long as my exams don't kill me.
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"Don't," Malik growled, feeling the sudden dangerous urge to bite through flesh and sinew and tear. He shuddered and thrust into Altaïr's hand, and pushed himself up on his right arm to better glare down at the man beneath him. "Do not think to tell me what I can and cannot have imagined, when you left me behind seven years ago, and stopped sending messages two years after that."
Altaïr touched his face, leaning close to press an apology in the form of a kiss at the corner of his mouth. "I'm sorry-"
It was the wrong thing to say, but Altaïr had always been particularly skilled at finding the wrong things to say to him. Malik silenced him with a snarl. "I do not accept your apology." He swatted away the hands. "Five years with no word, not even a body to bury and mourn, and all you say is sorry? I thought you were dead, I thought I'd lost all of ( ... )
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Oh anon. Let's get married.
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