assassin's creed porn au yes you read that right

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Fandom: Assassin's Creed
Characters: Altair Ibn-La'Ahad, Malik Al-Sayf, Kadar Al-Sayf
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Altair catches Malik in the middle of something Highly Inappropriate. Sex ensues.
Notes: Altmal, mostly unedited. Written for the porn au that I'm constructing with DJ! Her part can be found here. You should all go read it because it's awesome :>

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Tuesday was difficult for Malik; he was able to keep himself distracted from the prospect of the interview throughout his classes, but unfortunately those ended at two, meaning that from then until six, he was on his own. He tried to kill time in the library writing his history paper about the Crusades, but kept zoning out to very distracting thoughts of Altair’s naughty librarian video, and after an hour of getting absolutely nothing done, Malik gave up.

His cheeks burning as he left the library, Malik trudged home slowly, not looking forward to the few hours left before he would see Altair again. It was maddening, when Malik thought about it, especially when one considered that all he would be doing in the interview was taking notes and suffering from unspeakable amounts of sexual frustration as the object of his desires sat across from him, probably trying once again to cover up an erection with either his laptop or a notebook. Malik wondered when he had turned into such a masochist.

He wondered too, when it had become this bad. Malik was not unused to finding people attractive, but it had never been like this before, some almost all-consuming passion that he could barely keep contained whenever he even thought about Altair. And it was so thoroughly confusing as well, because he couldn’t tell if the Altair he was attracted to was the one from the screen, or the one he knew in real life.

Malik didn’t like to think that all he wanted was the man in the videos, but it made sense; Altair had always been attractive, and now that Malik knew what he looked like in the throes of ecstasy, obviously he would be that much more appealing. But it made Malik’s shoulder hunch and his cheeks burn in shame to think that perhaps that was all he cared about, that Altair as a person didn’t matter to him. He’d never thought he be that kind of person. It hurt to think that now he was.

“You’re home early,” Kadar said when Malik finally reached the apartment. “How come?”

“The library was full of really loud annoying students,” Malik lied. “I thought I’d get more work done here.”

“Oh.” Kadar, bless his heart, did not press, though he knew full well that Malik rarely let loud and annoying students drive him from the sanctum of the library. “Well, I’m gonna be gone until late; I’ve got a study group.”

Malik supposed this was his brother’s very evasive way of telling him that he and Altair would be alone for the night. Malik was extremely tempted to ask Kadar to stay, just so there would be some sort of buffer between him and Altair, but he couldn’t very well ask without giving away why he wanted Kadar to stay, and Malik wasn’t quite ready to admit that. So instead he nodded, and went to his room to continue getting absolutely nothing done.

He fell asleep at some point, and was woken towards the end of what was probably the single most erotic dream Malik had ever had in his life; something about Crusader Jerusalem and him and Altair fucking on a bed of silken pillows. Malik hissed when he sat up, the movement jarring against his erection. He was so hard that Malik doubted even a jump into the Artic Sea would save him now, and he fell back against the bed, moaning softly as he cupped himself through his jeans.

A glance at the clock told him it was five thirty-two; Altair would be here in less than half an hour. Malik entertained a brief thought of simply waiting until the man had arrived and finally, finally acting out on these ridiculous fantasies that had been plaguing him since watching that first video, but then immediately decided against it. God, it would have been lovely, he thought as he got up and made his way over to his desk; but doing so would have meant admitting to Altair that he had been lying when he said the other man had no effect on him, and Malik had suffered enough injury at Altair’s hands already. He wasn’t about to throw himself into the flames.

He pulled up the first email Altair had sent him, the one with the five videos of sample content, and was about to click on the first just so he could get this over with when Malik noticed, for the first time, the name of the last: solo.

That made him pause; he’d only ever seen Altair on screen with others, not that it made much of a difference when Malik couldn’t focus on anything but Altair. But he did have to wonder; what did Altair look like by himself, opening and willing for the camera, without anything in the way? The thought made Malik swallow heavily as he pressed a hand against his throbbing erection, and he clicked the video.

It downloaded quickly, which Malik supposed meant that it was short, but at this point he didn’t even care. His pants were unbuttoned and he was already stroking himself by the time it came on, and oh.

Oh.

It shouldn’t have been better than anything Malik had already seen, and yet somehow it was. Altair on screen fucking some nameless person was, Malik could grudgingly admit, arousing; but Altair on screen by himself, moaning and spreading himself for the camera while he jacked off in slow, easy strokes, was too much, and suddenly weeks of pent up sexual frustration came crashing down over Malik’s head and all he could think about was that he needed a release, and he needed it now.

A quick glance at the clock on the computer screen told him it was now five-forty, twenty minutes before Altair was due to arrive for their next interview. Malik couldn’t imagine that this would take more than ten, especially not with how good it felt when he finally took himself in hand with a low moan. He was so unbelievably hard, and the first couple strokes he gave himself had Malik hissing in a strange sort of painful pleasure that he had never felt before.

Five minutes. Maybe not even.

Biting his lip to keep himself from making too much noise (and God did he hope Kadar had already left for his study group because he would have to throw himself off a bridge if his brother caught him now), Malik began to move in quick, hard strokes, nothing else in his mind but the thought of getting off. He was still watching the screen, where Altair was mirroring his actions albeit in a much more obscene manner, and even when Malik stifled a moan and let his eyes slip shut; the image had branded itself into his mind. And God, he was almost about to come already, the pressure building in his stomach and Malik let out the softest whimper, so close, so close—

“So were you lying then?” a voice whispered suddenly in his ear, and Malik’s thudding heart screeched to a sudden halt as his eyes flew open. “When you said you hadn’t jerked off to me?”

“What the ­fuck­—“ Malik started to yell, mortified beyond all belief and having every intention of running to the kitchen to slit his wrists, but Altair had already reached a hand over his shoulder to join Malik’s own on his cock whilst simultaneously pressing several open-mouthed kisses against Malik’s neck, and Malik was already lost.

“I’m flattered, you know,” Altair murmured against Malik’s ear as he began to work in short, earnest strokes, and Malik couldn’t even be bothered to hide his moan. “I was beginning to think that I really didn’t have any effect on you. I was crushed.”

“Oh, fuck you, you insufferable prick,” Malik gasped, and jammed their lips together. It was a horrible kiss, all tongue and lips and teeth, but Malik didn’t even care at this point. He pulled Altair’s bottom lip into his mouth as Altair dragged him up and out of the chair, and they stumbled the few steps over to bed before collapsing in frantic, tangled heap.

It didn’t take more than a minute for Altair to strip him and then he was on top of Malik, rolling their hips together in the most sinful way possible, bare skin against rough cloth, and if Malik had thought he was hard before, it was nothing, nothing compared to how hard he was now. He was helpless to do anything but moan and buck as Altair slipped down to lick teasingly at a nipple, palm kneading Malik’s cock expertly while he rocked his own erection against Malik’s thigh.

How, Malik thought hazily. How had it come to this? Malik didn’t do this, he didn’t fuck people like this, as casually as if they had gone out for a coffee. And with a porn star, of all people, though maybe that was why. Malik couldn’t deny that he’d wanted the Altair he’d seen on screen and surely if he had a chance at the real thing, wouldn’t that be better? Wish fulfillment, Altair had called it. That’s all it was.

Except wish fulfillment had never made Malik throw his head back so hard when Altair took him into his mouth, or moan so loud he might as well have screamed. Malik bucked without meaning to, desperate to be enveloped in the velvet heat that was Altair’s expertly sucking mouth, but Altair only laughed around his cock and used a forearm to pin Malik’s hips down. And God, the videos couldn’t really do it justice, showing his how well Altair sucked cock, Malik thought as he was driven out of his mind with pure raw pleasure, no justice at all. Or maybe the screen did do Altair justice, because Altair only gave so much for the camera and saved the rest for his private encounters. Malik doubted he would ever know for sure.

Malik didn’t have time to warn Altair before he came, only just managing to clamp a hand over his mouth to muffle the obscene sounds he made as he did so. But Altair didn’t seem to think anything of it as he swallowed, letting go of Malik with an audible pop. He wrapped a hand around Malik’s cock and stroked gently as he laid his head against Malik’s thigh, smirking at him. “Well?” he asked teasingly, and Malik would have smacked him if he could have moved. “What did you think?” He moved to press a kiss to the base of Malik’s softening cock. “Was it everything you were hoping for?”

His breath ghosted over the still sensitive skin and Malik let out a soft noise. The question registered dimly in his mind and he mulled it over for a minute. It was certainly more than he had expected, Malik thought, especially since he had never planned on having sex with Altair at all. So yes, he supposed it was more than he was hoping for, though he wasn’t about to give Altair the satisfaction of his answer.

He heard Altair chuckle and supposed his silence had been answer enough. “So, Malik,” Altair drawled, and Malik shivered at the sound of his name. “Should I go wait in the living room while you collect yourself?”

Go fuck yourself, Malik wanted to say. Or better yet, let me fuck you.

And oh, that was something that had never crossed Malik’s mind before that suddenly had the blood flowing t his cock again, and he took a moment to imagine it; Altair spread out underneath him, clutching at Malik’s shoulder while Malik fucked him, maybe moaning his name in rapture. Malik had said once that he knew what Altair looked like when he came; he knew as well what Altair looked like sucking cock, getting his cock sucked, and fucking some nameless partner. But he didn’t know yet what Altair looked like while getting fucked, and Malik had a sudden, burning desire to find out.

“God, you’re getting hard again?” he heard Altair ask as Malik sat up. “What are you thinking about in that dirty head—“

Altair made a surprised noise as Malik grabbed the front of his shirt and jerked him forward, smashing their lips together again. He didn’t return the kisses right away, and as Malik slipped hands under Altair’s shirt, he could feel that the muscles were tense. He pulled back, panting, and saw that Altair’s eyes had gone strangely wide and his mouth weirdly slack.

“What—“ Altair began to say, but Malik cut him off with another rough kiss before pulling back again just long enough to slip Altair’s shirt over his head before he was back, and this time, Altair started kissing him back right away. Malik moaned in satisfaction, hands dropping down to undo Altair’s belt and opening his fly, pulling out the other man’s cock and stroking it experimentally. He expected to hear Altair moan loudly, maybe gyrate his hips in invitation, like he did on screen, but instead Altair made a soft noise not unlike a whimper and shivered, and for some reason, Malik found he liked that reaction much better.

He shoved Altair’s pants and boxers down just low enough so that he could get a good grip on Altair’s cock, stroking it as roughly as they were kissing and still Altair didn’t make any noise but the breathy, soft whimpers that Malik drank up greedily. He used his other hand to push lightly at Altair’s shoulder, and the other man fell back against the mattress. It broke their kiss, and for a moment, Malik was left breathless as Altair looked up at him with hooded eyes, kicking off his pants the rest of the way and then raising an eyebrow as though to say well?

Malik went down after him, straddling Altair’s waist as he leaned down to take a nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue around the bud and eliciting a harsh gasp for his efforts. Hands threaded through his hair and Malik suddenly felt himself being pushed down, and he didn’t even think before obeying, pausing for only a second to kiss the tip of Altair’s cock before taking it into his mouth.

Altair gave an odd sort of restrained buck, sucking in his breath harshly as Malik lapped at the head before mouthing wetly down the length. He sucked harshly at the base and Altair stiffened beneath him and moaned, just like he did in the videos and that had Malik moaning around as well. He was suddenly desperate to complete his fantasy, so he moved up, capturing Altair’s lips in a bruising kiss before he scrambled away just long enough to grab lube and a condom from his nightstand.

“You move quick,” Altair teased, smirking at him as Malik came back.

“Shut up,” Malik snapped, popping the cap off the lube and squirting a liberal amount into his palm. In another few moments he had his fingers thoroughly coated and he heard Altair chuckle.

“Wouldn’t have pegged you as that kinky, Malik,” Altair said, drawing Malik’s name out in a way that made Malik shiver so hard it almost hurt.

“What the hell are you talking about?” he demanded as he moved to place his knees on either side of Altair’s hips, under his legs. The movement made Altair frown.

“Well, why are you using the lube if you’re not going to finger yourself—“ And then he broke off with a gasp as Malik slipped a finger into him, mouth frozen in a very attractive O. Altair’s eyes fluttered a few times before Malik began to thrust the finger shallowly, and then they snapped wide open. He raised his head to stare at Malik, and Malik stopped.

There was something utterly raw about the way Altair was looking at him, like Malik could read every emotion on his face if he wanted except that there were so many Malik couldn’t even begin to tell what they all were. But it was so strange, especially when Malik was used to not being able to read Altair at all, and it made him shiver in a way that had nothing to do with sex.

“Altair?” he asked cautiously, pulling his finger out. “Are you—“

But Malik didn’t get a chance to finish before Altair let out a growl and grabbed his hand. “Don’t you dare,” he hissed, glaring up at Malik in equal parts irritation and lust, and pushed Malik’s finger back inside himself. “You want to fuck me you bastard, then fuck me.”

It was said with such heat that Malik moaned at the words, completely and utterly gone. It didn’t seem to take any time at all to get a second finger into Altair, and then a third, the other man moaning beneath him and rocking his hips with such eagerness that Malik thought he could have come from just looking at Altair. His fingers were shaking so badly that he barely managed to get the condom, and there was a brief, messy moment were both he and Altair were trying to coat his cock with enough lube, and then suddenly Malik was in.

He didn’t remember if he gave Altair time to adjust before he started thrusting in mad, desperate attempt to relieve the ungodly pressure building throughout his entire body. All he knew was an incredible heat that was like nothing he had ever felt before, and that Altair was clutching at him just like Malik had imagined he would except that this was so much better because it was real. And so were Altair’s loud, throaty moans as Malik drove into him again and again, and how tightly he’d wrapped his legs around Malik’s waist, and how he was bucking up to meet every thrust and God, Malik couldn’t take it anymore.

He came, harder than he’d ever come in his before, body shuddering harshly as the world seemed to explode before him, and it was only with a great effort that Malik managed to keep himself from falling on top of Altair. He slid out of the other man’s body, prompting Altair to spit several colorful curses at him until Malik rolled his eyes and bent down to take Altair’s cock back into his mouth. Altair yelled as Malik slipped his fingers back inside, thrusting them all the way up to the knuckle repeatedly as he sucked and licked at Altair’s cock, until finally Altair too came with a shout, hips buck so hard against the force of his release that he knocked Malik off.

Malik fell to the side gladly, exhausted. The last thing he remembered was the combined noise of his and Altair’s heavy panting, and the great effort he made to throw away the condom before draping himself over Altair, very pointedly snuggling up against Altair’s side when the other man made some half-hearted protest. The rest of the night was lost to sleep.

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When Malik woke up, there was sunlight pouring through his window, and Altair was gone. Malik groaned and glanced at the clock on his nightstand, which read eight thirty-six. Malik had managed to sleep for over twelve hours, and he had class in less than thirty minutes.

Malik sighed, and rolled over, intent, for the first time in his academic career, on skipping classes in favor of more sleep.