Fleeting

Azurelle swore when she realised she had forgotten her hairpins, damn that Altaïr! He’d probably dropped them on the roof after pulling them out and some street rat was probably peddling them as she sat outside the dirty, little inn her Troupe was calling home while they stayed in Jerusalem. Finger combing the tangled waves as best she could, the young girl could only think what she would say to the Assassin about respecting her belongings. “You look angry, little sister!” A hand came down upon her shoulder, nearly scaring the life from her.

“Nazeera!” she glared at the woman beside her, a pout fixed upon her face, “I was merely annoyed! Now,” she snapped her index finger up to point out her expression, “Now, I am angry!” the woman laughed before ruffling her hair affectionately, undoing all the work she had done to neaten it. All Azurelle could do was pull her legs to her chest and pout further, she cringed a little as her body protested, she was still sore from her chance meeting with Altaïr, if she clenched her body just a little, she swore she could still feel him throbbing inside her.

“You’re blushing…why?” Nazeera’s sharp, chocolate eyes missed nothing when it came to her little sister; lately she’d been extra vigilant. She didn’t like waking up to find her sister vomiting nearly every morning, or when, for no reason she would lose balance and fall, Azurelle was taking naps more often, she was becoming hesitant with the more difficult acrobatic feats and that was only a few of the things she’d noticed! “Have you met a boy?” the younger girl laughed suddenly at her sister’s blunt question – Altaïr was far from a boy! He was a grown man, with hard muscle, a handsome face and a master Assassin to top it off.

Turning back to face Nazeera, Azurelle stopped her giggling; her sister wasn’t one to be mocked. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh at you…he’s not a boy.” Immediately, Nazeera's fine eyebrows rose nearly to her hairline, her pretty face hardened and her plump lips pulled into a disapproving line. It was her famous, ‘what-have-you-done!’ expression, the one that Azurelle wished she could pull off but never quite got the full effect of when she tried it. Despite their blood relation, the sisters were very different. Where Nazeera was tall and graceful, Azurelle was short and heavy footed, her enthusiasm always keeping her child like when compared to her seemingly mature sister. It was like comparing a daisy to a rose, seven years separated them, the older woman had become almost a mother figure for her tiny counterpart; they’re only real similarities were that both were modestly curvy, their bodies perfectly sleek from hours of acrobatic training and dance practice, their faces shared enough of their mother’s traits that they could be recognised as siblings easily despite there different skin colours.

Azurelle stared at her sister’s face with a slight prickle of jealously, her face was beautifully oval, her eyes almond shaped and wide, her long, dark eye lashes framing them prettily; her mouth was still pulled into a line but that didn’t detract from her looks… and her nose! It was perfectly straight! The woman’s voice cut through her examination of the nose, “Stop it.”

“Stop what, Nazeera?”

“Stop staring at my nose!” she exclaimed pushing her sister off the barrel she’d been perched on, “You have a perfectly good nose, leave mine be!” Azurelle landed on her backside with a grunt and a few choice words, she grabbed the other’s ankle and smirked madly when Nazeera fell, joining her on the ground, her language no better than what had been uttered by her younger sister.

“Brat!” they playfully pushed one another until Nazeera began tickling Azurelle to the point where she was begging for mercy between breathless gasps and giggles, “You see what happens when you incur my wrath?! Hmm, do you?!” she released her little sister and smiled smugly when the other collapsed against her. They sat quietly for a moment, Azurelle resting her head against her sister’s shoulder, her fingers absent mindedly wrapping, deep black, loose curls around her digits, it felt like soft cashmere in her hands and it tickled her bare arm just above her elbow where it hung, “So, who is this man that makes you blush?”

“Hmmm?” Azurelle hummed innocently, “Just someone who keeps passing into my life on occasion.”

“Well, make sure he keeps passing, preferably passing by!” Nazeera stated firmly, “You can’t trust your heart to someone who will pass you in the night like a thousand ships before…is this the one that hurt you?”

Azurelle’s eyes widened at the accusation, “No! Well, yes – but it wasn’t his fault!” she put a small distance between them, her face felt hot, was her sister really so observant that she knew that her supposedly innocent younger sister was no longer so innocent? “I’m an adult now, Nazeera! And it’s just…” she flailed her hands in front of her in a crude imitation of what she and the Assassin got up to, her face feeling like a furnace.

“Sex – the word is sex, joining, making love…or for lack of a better word, fucking.” Nazeera took Azurelle's sweet, round face in her hands and gently turned the younger girls head so she could talk to her face to face, Azurelle’s grey, almond shaped eyes were averted and she chewed nervously on her lower lip. Nazeera leaned in and kissed the tiny bump on the girl’s otherwise straight nose and then kissed each of her slightly freckled cheeks. “I love you, I practically raised you from a baby after mother rejected you for being the child of some dirty crusader, I am not going to judge you because you are fascinated with some man who leaves marks of passion all over your body and who makes you desperately cry out from your dre-”

“N-Nazeera!” the small brunette tore her face away and turned her body around, hugging her knees to her chest and keeping her back to her ‘knows-too-much’ sister. Nazeera smiled, her sister’s neck was glowing from her blush! She stood up slowly and dusted herself off; the hard, dirt ground of Jerusalem was not the best place to tussle with her sibling and remain presentable, her dress was filthy now; what would her dear lover think?

Nazeera swore suddenly making Azurelle’s head snap to look at her, “I’m supposed to meet him in the market district!” she composed herself quickly, “Listen, little sister! If this man ever hurts you – I promise to kill him!”

Azurelle snorted at the threat, her sister may be quick on her feet and adequate with a blade but, “How do you kill a master Assassin?” she muttered from the ground, she heard her sister stumble suddenly and turned again to see the, ‘what-on-this-holy-earth-have-you-done!’ look, the one where her eyes were twice their natural size and her lips were pulled so tightly in absolute loathing that they nearly turned white; a single venomous question left her mouth.

“Altaïr?!”

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A shiver raced along Altaïr’s spine, it sent an uneasy feeling through him and he glanced around carefully even though he knew the bureau was safe. “What troubles you, oh great one?” Altaïr took a sharp intake of breath, though Malik’s jibe was not meant in malice it still irked him.

“I’m going to murder you in your sleep, brother, and then bury you in a shallow grave with scorpions.”

“And I will push you into the quay when next we pass it by.” Malik grinned in smug satisfaction as a hint of fear flashed in his friend’s eyes. The man had mastered everything, swords, daggers, stealth, the kill…but he could not swim. It brought the Dai great satisfaction indeed! “I am merely giving you the respect you deserve for one of your position…which seems to be the position of, ‘I’ll come back after I’ve dealt with my whore and not at once like you asked, dear Dai.’”

Without thinking, Altaïr struck out his hand and grasped the collar of Malik’s robes roughly, pulling his fellow Assassin a few good inches over the desk between them, “She is not a whore!” the older man frowned at the feral expression on the other’s face. Altaïr’s teeth were bared and his eyes had blackened in anger, Malik removed the hand from his collar and righted himself, a cool look of disinterest across his features. For a moment Altaïr looked out of place, he relaxed his body and turned around to glare at the far wall, he leant deceptively still against the desk. “She is not a whore.” He repeated firmly.

Malik sighed, “I did not mean to offend, I did not realise you had become so attached…so who is she exactly?” any woman that caused Altaïr to lose his temper over was sure to be an interesting topic.

“I have not become attached, Malik! And it does not matter who she is.” he snapped, “Don’t you have to meet someone soon?” Malik pursed his lips in thought, was his friend trying to change the subject? No, he did have to see someone, “Nazeera.” Altaïr broke his train of thought with a smirk. It amazed Altaïr how that name caused Malik so much anguish, “I would run, she hates tardiness.” The one armed man was tempted to swat the back of the other man’s head but refrained, he instead spat out ‘novice’ before leaving the bureau hurriedly, “Safety and Peace, Malik.” Altaïr chuckled as he shook his head.

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The market district was loud, people were piling into the city for a festival of some sort, and it set Malik on edge. He had pulled his hood up, his right hand never strayed far from his blade; more people meant more hidden dangers and the high possibility of Templer soldiers. Nodding at one of his fellow brothers, they pointed him in the direction of a bench well concealed by the shadow of a building. Nazeera was sat waiting for him patiently, he had expected her to be angry so when she looked up and smiled at him Malik glanced at his fellow Assassin, the man just smirked.

“You’re late, Malik.”

“You only just arrived before me.” She grinned, that was why she wasn’t tearing him a new one. He jerked his head to the side and then blended himself in with the crowd, she stood and followed him fluidly and side-by-side they vanished into the deserted alleys. “You seem annoyed under that serene smile of yours, habiba.”

Trust Malik to notice her concealed foul mood, “I need your help actually.” Nazeera forced him against the rough stone and kissed him hard. Malik wound his hand into her hair and pulled her away from his mouth, “What’s wrong?” she asked, her hands were made busy by stroking up and down his chest, she pouted prettily at his disapproving glare.

“I didn’t call you out for this; I have a task for you.” He let go of her hair, allowing her to drag her tongue across the skin of his neck, “You are insufferable, woman. Listen.”

“I’m listening!” Nazeera huffed, “What is it that you want?” she leant against the wall beside him, her slender arms crossed over her chest as she waited for the Assassin to tell her what he wanted her to do. Malik sent her a sideways glance; she was definitely upset about something but seemed unwilling to share.

He reached out to stroke her cheek, his brows furrowed when she leaned away from the touch and so he told her his need, “There’s a man arriving in Jerusalem tomorrow, his name is Nur-ul-Qiblatayn; he has information on the location of one of the Brotherhood’s enemys. As far as we know, he’s a weedy little creature that will probably break under pressure very easily.” He looked at her again to make sure she was listening; only the slight incline of her head answered him. “Nakim tells me that you are performing a private show at a mansion tomorrow - Qiblatayn is your employer’s guest.” Nazeera flinched when Malik’s fingers traced across her lips, she’d not been giving him her full attention and he’d suddenly appeared before her, his body pressing hers slowly against the wall behind her. “I need a distraction.”

“I thought you hadn’t called me out for such a thing.”

“I meant for the rest of the guests, perform something special enough that no one will notice our targets…absence.” This time, when she kissed him, he responded eagerly even as she bit his lip and scratched at the skin of his neck while trying to deepen it, instead he pulled away to continue. “Obviously you will be rewarded when our man is safely out of the home.” He muttered against her neck and relished the gasp from her as his clever fingers found their way up her long skirt and caressed her thigh gently.

Nazeera growled in annoyance with how he was treating her, “Damn it, Malik! I need you now!” air whooshed out of her lungs when the taller man pinned her tightly between his body and the cold, hard stone of the building, his left knee rose between her legs forcing her onto the tips of her toes. “Malik!” freeing her hands from between them she reached for the ties that hid his growing erection from her – she wanted him now, hard and fast against the wall, she didn’t even care that it wasn’t discreet! “Maybe, I could dance for them tomorrow,” she said with a wicked gleam in her chocolate eyes, “I could forego the usual dance and tricks,” she murmured into his ear, dragging her teeth over the sensitive shell before continuing in a low, sultry voice that burned him, “for an erotic dance – there’s a great, big, table in the main room, my clothes might become loose. They’d all see me, ten, no, fifteen men’s eyes could drag across my skin in a way that their hands wi-Ah! M-Malik!” Nazeera’s head collided with the wall as she reacted to the man grinding his knee between her legs deliciously. He wanted her to be quiet; the idea of anyone touching his prize sent a bolt of angry jealously through the Dai and she knew it!

Malik caught the hand stroking his aching flesh and guided it above her head to a ledge of a window; her other hand followed and gripped the ledge tightly as he hoisted her up onto his hips and ordering her to wrap her legs around him. Satisfied that she was safely pinned by his body, Malik pushed her skirt out of his way and without any sort of warning pushed his way into her wet, hot core. She nearly cried when he began a fast and brutal pace, she needed a way to spend her irritation, something that would force her mind into blank nothingness where nothing could touch her; except Malik - this was perfect! “Please!” the dark eyed Assassin groaned at her quiet pleas, he didn’t know what she was asking for and his brain just wouldn’t allow him control over anything but his snapping hips, as long as he was ploughing in and out of her tight, wet heat and making her choke the word out with every move. His beard scratched the sensitive skin of her neck as he left red bruises and teeth marks in the burnt caramel skin, his single grip on her was leaving angry bruises through her dress and he wished he had his left arm back just so he could pull and push her body harder against himself. “Malik, Malik!” she’d lost the feeling in her fingers from holding herself up for him but the red hot spike coiling deep inside her stomach was telling her it didn’t matter, she needed to come and he was pushing her towards it. Abruptly, her orgasm crashed into her so violently that she bit down hard on Malik’s left shoulder; he snarled viciously, crushing her into the wall and impaled her as deeply as he could he as he chased after her his own end.

Nazeera sucked as much air into her lungs as she could, Malik had leaned his full weight against her as he panted hard into the crook of her neck, the nails digging into his back made him pull away far enough for her to breathe again, her legs unwrapped themselves from around his hips and slid down his legs to the ground. She didn’t let go of him, would her legs even hold her weight? “What,” Malik began, his breathing barely returned, “Did I do to deserve such treatment?” he was referring to his shoulder, thank goodness that there were two layers of clothing to protect his skin from her teeth.

“Sorry.” Flicking her dark hair behind her, Nazeera kissed his shoulder again and again, her hand sliding up his ribs until it rested on the space his arm used to be, “It was that or scream so loud that every man, woman and child would come rushing out to see!”

“So, tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow we will put on a display that will allow ten of your brothers to sneak in undetected!”

He chuckled at her enthusiasm, “It will only be Altaïr.” Malik blinked in surprise at her body tensing against him and she pushed against his chest eager to get away, “What is it?”

Her eyes darkened with her expression, “Altaïr is sleeping with my little sister…pick another Assassin or hire a new distraction!” so that was the reason for her anger, he sighed in understanding.

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It’s now 4 am…so tired.
Allow me to be a novice for a moment: So this is set about a year after Altaïr buggered off with Maria for his little trip, I haven’t played bloodlines so I’m making it up as I go along! So he returned and he’s sort of milling around with Malik for a while before they decide what to do with the brotherhood. Ta Da…yes, this is going to be lame! : D

Review thank yous!!
WhatEverLoz: Thank you! Yup my first ‘M’ and it only took…oh say, five hours!

draconisnoire43: I hope I don’t taint the awesomeness that is Assassin’s Creed for you! I hope I keep you interested!

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Portable Orgy: Thank you for the review. The name isn’t a real name at all, rightly spotted! It was a freak, mutation of Azure, the colour and Gazelle, which is a birdie. I liked the name. I just tried to think, what a seven-year-old Nazeera would call her baby sister and it kind of fit.