After a sweltering day of book keeping in Jerusalem, Malik laid himself down on some crates in the corner of the bureau. He untied the string holding the thin white shirt closed and leant back, sweat dripping from his brow he waited for nightfall to cool his body. Meanwhile, an assassin entered to find the exhausted rafik, Altair smirked softly as he looked over his friends taught earthly sweat leaned flesh. Malik’s chest rose and fell slowly as he panted unaware of his visitors presence. Altair straddled his friends hips as the drowsy Malik awoke, Looking up into the hooded assassin’s face, as he felt four hot fingertips running seductively down his bare chest. Malik hissed through his teeth trying not to let go,

“What are you doing?”

The rafik looked up into that darkened face as he could feel the intense stare, the killers eyes gazing over him. Malik twinged this man had his hand clasped firmly around his shoulder keeping his one able arm pinned.

“Altair!”

The assassin leant in close and smirked then ran his hot wet tongue up Malik’s chest, all the way up to his lips then stopped. Malik panted heavily and swallowed hard,

“Shhhhh…. I know you’re tired…. So, I’ll be… gentle”

“No Altair… You don’t understand!”

Malik was quickly silenced as Altair slicked his tongue through the rafik’s gasping lips, the assassin leaning forward, his body pressing firmly against the young mans. Malik gagged on Altair’s saliva as the man sat back and smirked, his eyes teasing him.

“What are you playing at Altair!?”

“Nothing… You just seem too tense lately, so I thought I could… Relieve you”

“R-relive me?”

Malik gasped and closed his eyes tightly as he felt Altair’s hand slip down below his pants.

“Stop… Stop it!”

Altair smirked, he removed his hand and moved down Malik’s body. The rafik believing he’d been spared sighed and opened his eyes once again, only to see Altair unbuckling his belt,

“H-hey!”

“Stop protesting Malik… Why deny yourself what you clearly want?”

“Wh-what do you mean?”

In one smooth movement Altair had ripped off Malik’s belt and almost completely untied his pants.

Malik sat up, the crates shifting as they split, dropping both Altair and Malik onto the ground. It was slightly cooler and for this Malik was grateful, though he was left coughing from being winded.

Altair cooed as he leant in close, he pinned Malik’s arm by the forearm and began kissing a train down the rafik’s neck and chest. Malik panted softly, it was true, he was getting very excited over Altair’s touch even to the point of sporting some rather red cheeks. Sweat dripped down his brow as he closed his eyes and leant his head back, surrendering to the assassin’s will.

“Auhh!”

Altair looked up from his position over Malik’s nipple, his lips surrounding the sensitive bulb of flesh. It peaked and pulsed with a bright redness, Malik wanted to protest against being handled like this but he was enjoying it all to much.

“Stop that… I’m not a woman!”

Altair chuckled and stopped, but not before taking a lustful lick over the ripened bulb once more. Altair sat up, he removed his hood and started to undress. Malik half sat up as he watched,

“What do you think you’re doing!?”

“You think you’re the only one who is affected by this heat?”

Malik down cast his eyes, he’d been selfish. Before he looked up once again Altair’s clothing had formed as substantial pile on the floor next to them. The man now sat there, his heavily scarred chest and stomach bare, his white pants held in place with one thin string.

“Look Altair… We shouldn’t-“

He was interrupted yet again as Altair forced his lips upon the young man. Malik leant back, his neck and shoulder ached but he was relieved soon enough, Altair wrapped his strong firm hands around the back of the rafik’s head and neck, drawing him in to a deeper kiss. Malik moaned softly through the kiss before he could feel Altair’s mouth pull into a smirk and slowly move away.

“Ah…”

He whimpered softly as if questioning why the kiss had stopped but he was interrupted as Altair wrapped one of his hands around Malik’s ever growing member.

“H-heaaa…”

“Malik…”

“What?”

He looked down to Altair who had moved down his body and was now hovering dangerously close to his exposed groin,

“You’re blushing”

Malik gasped slightly as he was teased, he clenched his teeth and sat up only to have his arm go weak as Altair wrapped his lips around the young man’s twitching muscle.

“Gnn… n-no!”

Malik sat as best he could reaching down to where Altair’s head was moving so lustfully he wrapped his palm over the almost bare head in a vein attempt to make him stop. Malik twitched as the assassins tongue flicked at the end of his manhood before thrusting the entire piece onto his hot wet mouth.

“AH!”

The assassin moaned and held his position disregarding the nails being dragged along his scalp. Altair stopped feeling Malik was getting close to his climax. The young rafik nearly passed out as he fell back panting heavily. He closed his eyes his lower half tingeling as he could feel Altair moving his body around. Malik opened his eyes to see his knee being propped against the assassin’s bare chest,

“What are you doing!”

“Isn’t it obvious?”

Altair smirked down to the bewildered man as he continued to position himself, Malik panicked as he kicked Altair away and scrambled backwards heaving hot breath through his teeth,

“Cut it out! I’m not some woman! Y-you can’t do this!”

Altair stood and walked over to the man who hadn’t gotten up yet, Malik’s blush brightened as he could clearly see Altair’s arousal before him. Malik looked away, as he did so Altair seized his chance and pinned the man’s body back down to the floor. Malik looked up defiantly his glare as intense as the sun that scorched the city they hid within.

“You almost looked frightful that time Malik… keep it up, I love that face on you”

Malik’s eyes widened as Altair forced his lips upon him yet again parting them with his tongue he was almost too skilful. Malik gasped his fingers raking along Altair’s arm he felt his legs being parted yet again, the rafik’s protests only getting to the back of his throat before being lapped at by Altair’s relentless kisses. Malik arched his back as he felt the assassin’s large member pressing against his prospective opening. He whimpered as Altair began to forge his way into Malik’s hot body. The rafik broke away from the kiss as Altair tried to focus on what he was doing; Malik’s grunting only making it harder to hold himself back.

“UH-hhhaa!”

Altair moaned loudly as he pulled Malik into a better position deepening his reach within the rafik’s body, Malik returning the movement as he curled his body the pain was excruciating as he fought against the mixing emotions flowing through him, pain causing his skin to prickle cold as lust overflowed within him causing an ungodly heat to burn within his belly. Malik’s head swelled with incredible and terrifying thoughts but as he opened his glazed eyes he looked up into Altair’s face, the crimson blush staining his tanned cheeks, Malik couldn’t help but relax, Altair was trying so hard to hold himself back, he wrapped his arms around Malik’s body and pressed his forehead against Malik’s chest. The sweat from his brow dripping down onto Malik as his hot breath panted and rolled along the other man’s breast.

“Malik…”

Altair panted he closed his eyes holding himself about half way in as he felt a trembling arm drape around his neck,

“I-it’s alright… Keep going”

Altair nodded silently then pushed himself in once again; each thrust now met with a welcoming buck from the rafik as the assassin panted and kissed a trail along the other mans flesh. Malik pulled the man by the back of his neck into a kiss, the strange new direction startling Altair for a moment before he returned it with much gusto.

“AH!”

Malik smirked as Altair moved back, his motion completely stopped as he looked to the blood dripping onto Malik’s neck and chin, the warm copper fluid cupping in his mouth as he reached up and gently touched his lip,

“You didn’t honestly think you could get away with this unscarred… Did you?”

Altair grunted slightly then smirked again he leant in close, Malik actually let his head fall back as he opened his mouth and took in a few drops of blood before resuming the kiss. Altair cupped his hand around Malik’s leg and split them further apart as he forced his way in further, Malik screamed through his teeth gasping as he arched his back up into the assassin, Altair panted as he regained his rhythm. Malik clawed at Altair’s back viciously as he could feel his friends burning manhood pulsing within his body, He could almost feel himself ripping apart as the large muscle was thrust into him relentlessly Altair was no longer holding back as he was determined to make his mark on Malik. The rafik twitched as Altair took his hand and wrapped it firmly around Malik’s hot coil pumping it slowly at first as Malik moaned loudly Altair could fell him trying desperately to hold back. Altair was reaching breaking point as he was determined to make the rafik cum first he pushed himself deep within his friends body as he watched his body wriggle and move beneath him, Altair moaned loudly to was all too much as Malik finally gave in, his body expelling it’s hot salty liquid over Altair’s scared stomach he could feel Malik’s body twitching and pulling on him from the inside. He couldn’t hold back any more as he forged his way in one last time, pushing his muscle deep inside before releasing himself. The explosion causing Malik to scream loudly as his own body continued to give more to the sticky solution left upon his friend. Altair panted heavily as he collapsed onto Malik’s body remaining half way in as he caught his breath.

“So… you do this to all the rafik when you’re on assignment?”

Malik joked before he was kissed softly, the change of pace confusing him slightly as he looked up into the assassins face.

“I would never give myself to any one… only you”

“Only… Me?”

Malik watched as Altair dropped his head onto his chest; he was clearly exhausted as he wrapped his arm around the man’s neck and chuckled,

“Just saying something like that… What makes you think I’ll let you do this again?”

Malik stopped smiling as he could feel the assassin’s cheek pulling into a smirk,

“What makes you think you could stop me?”

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Until next time my friends, safety and peace to you.