Assassin's Creed Oneshots

Comfort

"Stay. Please?" Altaïr whispered to Malik as he stood at the doorway of Altaïr's room, illuminated by the moonlight shining from the bureau's grated hole in the ceiling. Altaïr shifted upward from the colorful pillows on the cold stone floor.

"Altaïr..." The assassin's gaze locked onto Malik's, golden eyes flashing as he blinked in the darkness, "Just for a while." The Rafiq clenched his fist, raising his shoulders in an exaggerated sigh as he returned to the pile of pillows and the desperate assassin. Malik sat in the pile, next to Altaïr hesitantly, his eyes turned to the grate above. The assassin placed a hand on Malik's shoulder, feeling the soft fabric of the robes to his rough hands. He beckoned him closer, god did he only want him closer. Malik hesitantly obliged, wrapping his arm around Altaïr's body and letting himself be comfortable for once. The Rafiq was constantly busy with attending to maps while assassins flocked in and out of the bureau to finish tasks, resting afterward. Malik rarely was given the privilege of sleep as he needed to take care of more issues later on in the day, assassins taking contracts in the late hours of the night. Altaïr longed for these breaks, where they could both rest from their duties.

The assassin clung to Malik, his hold around the exhausted man was strong, pulling him closer. Malik was so easily comforted and calmed by Altaïr, it was surprising at how quickly he let Altaïr back into his life. After all the assassinations and Al Mualim, they made up. Altaïr continued to have a desire for Malik, revisiting Jerusalem whenever he could. Those words given to the assassin when he returned to Masyaf on the fateful day of Al Mualim's death followed the assassin, 'Your presence here will deliver us both.' The sincere words stuck within his head as he held Malik and stared up at the star filled sky, misty clouds hovering around them. Malik had fallen asleep quickly, exhaustion taking him out. Altaïr embraced the same feeling of sleep and exhaustion as the night sky continued to illuminate them.

***

Altaïr ran his hand along the wooden counter, the olive weathered and stained with ink from Malik's skills as a cartographer, tools scattering the surface. He waited around the closed off room for the Rafiq, gazing at the books lined across the borders of the ceiling. The assassin flicked his hidden blade in and out, his mind wandering from boredom. Hearing the light shink of metal and the weight of the blade shifting as he longed for the man to return. As easily as he thought for the bureau leader to appear, a light drop from the courtyard echoed into the small area. Altaïr threw down the books he snooped through and hurried to the doorway, eager to meet the other.

Malik tossed a fresh halved piece of bread at the assassin as he spotted him, Altaïr's reflexes being tested, "I see your impatience gets the better of you once again." Altaïr's body relaxed as he took in the bread, savoring the almost absent flavor, "I do have an advantage." Malik glared and shoved past Altaïr, returning to his workplace, "I could still beat you in a spar any day, novice." Altaïr smiled under the shadowed hood, flashes of gold flickering to Malik as he gathered his materials. Ink bottles clinked together as they were transferred across the olive wood surface, leaving open space for a fresh draft of a map. Malik reached for the papers below, lifting one up and onto the counter and starting his daily work. Altaïr watched, still stood in the doorway as the man worked, mesmerized as the golden eyes shimmered across the Rafiq's features. Malik hesitantly strayed his gaze from his desk, locking eyes with the bright color of Altaïr's. He shook his head and pushed down on the wood, "Do you have to stalk me so frequently?" Altaïr paused and turned towards the courtyard, averting his attention. Malik rolled his eyes as he returned to his map, his body feeling warmer as the Jerusalem sun crept into the bureau and shifted the temperature. His body's warmth only increased as Altaïr followed behind the counter, hovering over Malik and his work. The Rafiq smiled to himself, continuing the intricate work of cartography. His waist quickly received the assassin's touch, the rough hands taking on that small approach and gesture. Malik turned his head, facing Altaïr's eyes, so often hidden, visible to the dai. Vulnerable, yet strong. His gaze welded to Malik's, "Why do you look at me like that?" Altaïr buried his face into Malik's neck, sneaking kisses along it, "Must I explain everything I do to you?" Malik turned, hands leaned back on the counter as Altaïr held him, "Yes. You act as if a novice, you must report every action in precise detail." The assassin sighed, he was a Master Assassin now. Malik's teasing lingered over the months, never being able to shrug off the pet name. Malik held the eagle's gaze, now reaching out to his stubbled chin.

The kisses they shared like this never failed to engrave themselves into the pairs minds. Thoughts constantly coming back to each other. The Rafiq pulled away, resting his forehead on Altaïr's, "You're lucky there are no assassin's stationed here today." Altair smiled, "What, so you could kick me out?" Malik nodded, "Precisely." He paused, "Ana Uhibbuka." His lips curling back in a mumble, "What was that?" Altaïr teased, brushing his hand against Malik's hair, the rafiq rolling his eyes and pushing him away, "I'm not saying it again, novice."

"I know." Altaïr smiled.

Notes: small one for today bc the boys r cuties and I adore fluff of them