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The sun has already set and the only brightness coming through window is the light of the city. This is the time when Malik hears knock at the doors. It is late enough for it to be Altaїr coming back from practice, but he has the keys and has no reason to knock. This is second time today he decides to involve himself with the outside world by opening the doors and let whoever is there disturb his peaceful evening.

“Good evening! Do you mind if we share a couple of words over a coffee?” the smiling face that let itself in without being invited or getting any response belonged to Leonardo. Malik was still trying to understand what just happened when he noticed that Leonardo was already on the sofa, inviting him to come.

“Yes, hi…” With confusion fading, but still lingering on his face, Malik closed the doors and turned to Leonardo “Is there a problem?” This was only explanation he could come up with. Why would Leonardo be here otherwise? Taught that was in Malik’s mind was that he would get some kind of reprimand for what he had caused the night before.

“No, no problems at all. I just wanted to chat with you for a bit. I hope that is alright with you?” he just sunk leisurely in the sofa while his eyes were still on Malik. He expected that Malik would come to sit with him or that he would first make some coffee. Either was fine with him.

“It is fine. I am just not used to having visitors often.” Malik went towards the kitchen to make coffee “Even if someone comes here, it is usually someone looking for Altaїr, so I am a bit surprised.” Malik was standing, a bit confused, in front of various shelves and cabinets, unsure where he would find coffee or the pot. He tried to find them, searched in cabinets and looked on the shelves, but it was all to no avail. He did not know the arrangement of anything in the kitchen, finding one thing among others was hard task. He admitted defeat; his hands were pressed against the counter with sadness and failure in his eyes.

It became clear to Leonardo; Malik felt like stranger in his own home. In hope of helping Malik to feel better, he changed his drinking desire. “You know, I am not in a mood for coffee. Maybe juice would be a better choice.” Malik knew what was offered to him, and he accepted it, uneasy as it was.
Juice was acceptable replacement for coffee. Its place was the fridge, always the fridge so he did not have to wonder aimlessly again. After he opened the fridge, he saw two bottles of different types of juice. “We have orange and…” other one was red and he could not identify it right away; and the label did not help since there was no flavour written on it, only the picture. “…and strawberry?” he looked at Leonardo for his decision.
“I would kindly ask for strawberry. I could never resist them.” His smile was still on his face, the kind and caring smile that expressed the carefree spirit of this person.
Malik nodded and took the juice out of the fridge. Glasses were easy to find; they were on the shelf above the fridge. He did need to stretch a bit since the shelf was a bit higher up; Altaїr organised the kitchen according to his needs, not Malik’s.

Malik could not remember last time he actually drank juice, even less what kind of juice he preferred or liked. To avoid further inconveniences, he poured some strawberry flavoured juice for himself also.
Carrying the glasses was not easy; his arm still hurt, but he managed to carry it to the table. After putting both of them down he noticed that he had no coasters; and he could probably waste half a day looking for them. Altaїr will probably be upset if they mess the table, but he will deal with that later.

As soon as Malik sat, Leonardo reached for the juice. He seemed to enjoy it quite a bit. “This one is really good! I rarely find one so tasty. Tell me, where can I purchase this?” it was just after he has asked that he realised what he has asked. Malik probably did not know since he was not the one that bought it. Leonardo wanted to apologise for stupid question but he was interrupted.
“I will ask Altaїr. He does the shopping.” Malik’s gaze was directed towards the carpet. He was embarrassed that he did not know anything about his own living space. Most of his time was spent in his room, dong something on one of his computers; he kept telling himself that he was too busy to pay attention. He knew that wasn’t true, he was just lazy and distracted by childish things.

“You became quite dependant on him. Am I correct?” Smile on Leonardo’s face was somewhat different. It was not the regular kind-hearted smile, this had more mischief in it. He even shifted his body to match it, facing Malik, expecting his reaction.

Malik was still had a bit of sadness in his face, but he answered the question with a lot of discomfort “Since he is living here, he can at least do something productive. Why should I bother myself with the rest of the apartment when I spend most of my time in room.” He realised this was not the smartest thing he said; between him and Altaїr, he looked like the bad guy. He was still looking at the carpet, this time with leisure on his face, sneering at himself.

“Yes, I say tending to the apartment really is productive. So he is here a lot? Does he not go out during the day?” Leonardo knew what he was asking, he was aware that Altaїr spent most of his day outside the apartment working for Ezio. He just wanted those taught to sink deeper into Malik’s mind.

“No.” he turned to face Leonardo “He is out most of the day, and, because of his training, he comes back rather late.” He suddenly became disgusted with himself. This was the moment he realized how useless around here he really was. Even though he did have a lot of work, to him those were menial tasks done in a matter of hours. A job that could take a week for some other programmer to finish, he could easily be done with in a day or two. Most of his free time was spend crashing sites or playing games; whichever seemed more fun at the given time.
“I see. So when does he find time to tend to all of this?” Malik did not have an answer for this. Only time he did communicate with Altaїr, is when he calls him for food (be it breakfast, lunch or dinner). He is not even sure what it is Altaїr does for a living.

What is wrong with me…

After seeing Malik’s face frozen in taught, Leonardo decided to continue the conversation; he accomplished what he wanted.

“Tell me, how are you feeling? Is everything alright? You were not hurt bad?” a quick recollection on the event from last night.
“I am fine, just a bit bruised. Altaїr…” a slight pause before he could continue; he was reminded again how much he became dependant on him “Altaїr disinfected all the wounds and they seem to be healing nicely. Even though it is just the first day.”

“You should ask him to teach you some moves.” He finally got to the part of conversation he was aiming at from the very beginning.
“Moves?” a confused look came with the question.
“Yes, he is rather skilled at many martial arts. Or so Ezio tells me. He could train you so that you can defend yourself next time.” Malik did not know how to react, what to say. He was not even sure what Leonardo just proposed.
“Excuse me?”
“I am not saying that you should go around provoking people (even more), but it is always good to know how to stand up for yourself. Is it not?” he still had that smile on his face. And it started to annoy Malik more than it should. This friendly façade was just a cover for something he was not sure he wanted.

“What makes you think I would agree to this? What makes you think HE would agree to this?” even if he agrees, there is no proof Altaїr wold accept this.

“What if I told you he said he agreed to this?” Leonardo knew that Altaїr did not tell him that he agrees to anything, but a little freedom of interpretation can’t harm.

“You already asked him? And he said yes?” This came as a shock to Malik, shock clearly visible on his face. Why would this person agree to do more for him? Doesn’t he despise him? Maybe Leonardo talked him into this, manipulated the conversation; much like he is doing now.

“Yes, we already talked. I have even managed to get him extra free time from work. All that is needed now is your answer.” He scooted closer to Malik, bursting with anticipation. A move Malik answered with leaning a bit back; he was not sure what Leonardo was doing.

“I will see…” Only answer Malik could give at this time. He needed to think about this. Does he really want to let himself be pushed to Altaїr?
“You have time until I finish my juice.” He reached for the glass.
“What?!” time was running out, Leonardo obviously enjoyed that juice too much. And before he could actually think, the juice was gone.

“So, what is your answer?” Leonardo was licking remaining of the juice from his lips.

What could he say, what answer can he give at this short time? “Could you give me more time to think?”
“Why do you need more time? You either want to learn to defend yourself or you don’t. It is that easy.” how Malik hated that smile of his.
“You do not propose just training, what you are saying…” he was interrupted with the sound of opening doors. It was Altaїr.

Altaїr quickly inspected the room; he did not know what to think of the sight. Malik was looking at him with the exactly confused face. While Altaїr was lost in shock, Malik was lost in his confusion. Leonardo’s eyes were still on Malik, eagerly expecting the answer.

“Am I interrupting something?” the whole situation seemed to tense to just ignore it, Altaїr had to say something to clear it out.
“No, no! I was just having a little chat with Malik.” Still eagerly looking at Malik, with his smile “So, what is your answer?”

Malik’s eyes switched from Altaїr back to Leonardo. After he stared at him for a few seconds, he just dropped his head and gave the answer still unsure of what he wanted “Yes.”
“Excellent! I will make all further preparations for when you get well.” Leonardo sprang off the sofa with the most exciting look. Before either Altaїr or Malik knew what happened, Leonardo was out of their apartment, passing a wink to Altaїr as he exited.

“What was this about?” Altaїr closed the doors and locked them behind him.
“Leonardo… said that you wanted to train me…” he could not find strength to look at Altaїr.
“Willing. I told him I was willing to train you.” A needed correction.
“Semantics…” barely heard remark.
“Important semantics. I never said I want to train you, only that I would if Leonardo somehow managed to talk you into it.” He stretched as he was going to the bathroom. “I did not think he could actually talk you into it.” He was already closing the doors behind him, Malik did not know what to say. Or how to feel.

***

After a shower, Altaїr came to living room in hopes that he could spend half an hour clearing his mind while watching TV. His steps came to a stop after he saw Malik standing near his room, waiting for him. A sight Altaїr never saw before.

“I am sorry for being a bother to you.” Words uneasily rolled down Malik’s tongue.

Altaїr did not know what to say; this is second time Malik was acting strange (strange for Malik standards). Altaїr stance changed, he was confused and tired; was this conversation necessary now.

“Why are you telling me this?” there was no kindness in his voice.

“You don’t have to waste more of your time on me. You are not obligated to train me or show me anything. It does not matter that…” he was interrupted in his self-pitying speech.
“It does matter. I made an obligation to Leonardo and I will stand by my words.” He continued to the sofa “It does not matter how Leonardo came to persuade you to accept, but my end of the deal still stands.” He sat and turned on the TV; he did not look at Malik once.

“So… You will train me?” Malik was unsure whether to be happy or confused; perhaps he was a bit of both.
“Yes. But when you heal. You are unable to do anything now.” He waved his hand at him “Go rest.”

Malik slowly turned to the doors to his room, still unsure what to feel. Before he closed the doors behind him, he let out a small farewell “Good night…” The doors were closed, no other sound was heard.
In the dark, part 8
Sorry for any mistakes; I was in a hurry to finish this and am unsure when I will actually spellcheck this. (I will sooner or later)

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After shower by SaiJiraija
After shower
After a day on skype with altairs-tummy this is the result...
Ignore the sketchy sketch (too lazy to do lineart. And who colors within borders sheesh!

lol idk...

reference: link
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At the base of Malik’s bed was his laptop, providing only light in the room (except for a few flickering lights of several servers in the room). Malik was sitting on the bed facing it, legs crossed, checking the program he has just finished writing. He needed to make sure that links in running programs did lead to correct places. It was a boring job that rendered his mind numb to sight and sound.

Among this darkness, only sound that could be heard was the sound of either the mouse or keys on the laptop. It was surprising that Malik did not notice the sound of the doors opening and then silently closing; letting a dark figure into his room in the process. Only thing that could be noticed now was the golden glow of the eyes; eyes that were approaching the bed.
All of the movements remained unnoticed until the figure leaned behind Malik, and sat behind him, looking at the back of his head.

The movement spread across the bed and draw Malik’s attention. Before he managed to turn around to inspect what has happened, two hands came from behind him, gripping at his wrists and pulling them back. His hands were held firmly behind his back, rendering him unable to turn around or move.
He felt cold breath on his neck “What is this!” His struggle did nothing to help him free himself from the grip, and now he felt a finger sliding over his neck towards his head. “Who are you?!”
The finger reached the top of his chin, and at this moment Malik was forced to lean back and tilt his head back because the finger would force his way through him otherwise. He felt something moving behind him, getting closer; head was slowly creeping over his left shoulder, golden eyes staring at him with hunger. It was clear who it was not.
“Altair?” shivers were running through his body, he was unsure of what to do. The strength of this person overwhelmed him and he knew he could not leave now. A grin decorated Altair’s face; lustful and hungry grin with sharp teeth showing the intent.
“I taught we could practice something more interesting today.” Low voice followed with unwanted touch to his right flank, dropping to the over his ribs and to the bottom of his shirt. His hands were still securely behind his back, holding him leaned back. When the touch stopped at the edges of the shirt, he could feel the nails grazing his skin.

“Let go of me!” A protest with unsure voice that raptured before it was vocalized fully.
“Why?” Altair’s fingers were pulling the shirt up, nails teasing Malik’s skin, changing the degrees of how deep they sank.
“I will not be a part of this!” his struggling did nothing, his voice hardly heard.
“We both know it is far too late for that. Now if you would…” his hand reached Malik’s neck, together with the shirt “… bite this for me to keep it lifted.” He was offering Malik edges of his own shirt.
“I refuse!” red was decorating his face; breath was deep and fast.
“I could also rip it off of you. It is your choice.” After a few, short, moments of taught, and deciding over his options, Malik decided to comply with the wish. “Good.” The grin changed, teeth parted and tongue slid between them. It made his was to back of Malik’s neck, tasting his skin, preparing it for what comes next. After a cold breath that brushed freshly dampened neck, Malik could feel teeth sinking into his flesh. The bit on his shirt becomes stronger, he refuses to let out a sound.

The wound that was left on his neck was not deep enough to leave permanent mark (like all of the others), but it will provide constant blood flow for Altair. Hand was still teasing Malik, exploring his figure, sinking the nails into his flesh while the hot blood was warming his neck and back.

“You know, for someone against this, your body seems to strongly disagree with you.” Golden eyes were staring at him, alongside the grin. Malik was read in the face, anger and embarrassment in equal measure. He could not speak because of his shirt; Altair was stronger than him and he refused to see what would happen if he his bite disobeyed the request.
Altair rubbed his cheek against Malik’s, still grinning. “Let’s see how far can we go with this.” His hand slipped to edges of Malik’s trousers, teasing the edges of his skin like it was doing all this time.

A sudden punch to the door followed by a loud sound “Malik!” it was Altair’s voice coming from the living room.
Malik opened his eyes and inhaled deeply. He was in his bed, next to his laptop, sleeping. “Fuck!”
:SPOILER: :Altmal: In the dark, random part

I could not continue my day without this leaving my head. It is part from the story that hounted me from yesterday.

It is not proofread, it is not reread so any mistakes you find, idk… I will correct everything later… (I refuse to get it into my head again)


I apologize for … well anything that offends you :/

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Lick On Neck by SaiJiraija
Lick On Neck
Pay no attention to me, just learning how to draw :I
There should be Altair's hande over Malik's mouth but I... I can'c draw hands QQ or Malik's beard QQ

It is a part from my story. Not nowhere near it at this point.

(some reference used)
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idk... something by SaiJiraija
idk... something
Bad drawing is bad...
I have no idea, found the tablet and tried it out...

Long story short, we do not like each other T.T

I need to start drawing better... I'll just go back to writing...
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Kyu3118 Featured By Owner 2 days ago
thank you for the watch XD
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SaiJiraija Featured By Owner 2 days ago
Heart  draw more pls :happybounce: 
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Diamonds-Dont-Shine Featured By Owner Jul 6, 2014  Hobbyist Writer
Love your art !:3
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Satosanteru Featured By Owner Mar 30, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for watching!!! ^__^
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SaiJiraija Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2014
Do not waste time, you could spend drawing, writing on my profile.
Go back to drawing those awesome pictures and comics! ^__^
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Satosanteru Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Only took me a second :P I'm taking a couple days break to gather my artistic thoughts.
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littledevil411 Featured By Owner Aug 29, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks for the Fave!!!!!!!!!!
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SaiJiraija Featured By Owner Aug 30, 2012
tnx for funny comic :)
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littledevil411 Featured By Owner Aug 30, 2012  Hobbyist General Artist
You are truly welcome! XD
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Diamonds-Dont-Shine Featured By Owner Mar 5, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Hey, just wanted to say: i really really really like your stories! :D
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