It's Not Enough

“Go away, you're cold.”

A hand shoved his head aside but that didn't stop him from crawling all over Malik. “That's the point of this”, Altair murmured and wiggled his way underneath the man's blanket, shivering while a fine cloud of white cold air appeared in front of his face. His fingers felt stiff when he wrapped them around the blanket and pulled it tighter across both their bodies, burying his face in the crook of Malik's shoulder.

Malik groaned and rolled flat on his back, taking Altair with him so the assassin was kind of a make-shift second blanket for him, covering all of his body as he laid sprawled on top of the dai.

“It's your fault anyway. You should suffer for it”, he growled and tried to find a comfortable position but it didn't matter how many times he shifted his weight, he always ended up with a root, a stone or a branch poking him in the back. He let out a frustrated sigh.

“It's my fault as much as it is yours”, he noted and pushed one cold hand underneath Malik's robes to steal some of his warmth. His hand was pushed away with a snarl coming from Malik.

“Don't you dare turn this around now”, and if anything, his words were just as icy and cold as the weather and Altair shivered just some more. “You got us lost! Why won't you admit your mistake? Stupid novice...”, he murmured the last part underneath his breath and jolted when a warm tongue met the skin underneath his ear.

“I got us exactly where I want us to be”, was Altair's simple reply and nibbed on Malik's earlobe before he kissed it and withdraw his lips. “It's not my fault that snow felt so early this year that we couldn't use the mountain path.”

“You should have been prepared”, Malik huffed and he knew this was something he couldn't really blame Altair for but his anger needed to vent and he needed someone he could focus that anger on.

“We'll be at Masyaf tomorrow evening... this is nothing but a small delay.”

“It's freaking cold, Altair”, and surprisingly, Malik's voice was as calm as it could get which hold something even more terrifying than his usual kicks.

“It's not if you stop whining and let me warm you”, he murmured and his cold nose was pressing into Malik's shoulder as he pushed his hands underneath the older man's body and hold him tight. “It's already getting warmer, see?”, he murmured softly and closed his eyes.

Malik scoffed. “I fear that depends on what 'warm' means to you”, but he did wrap his one arm around Altair's shoulders and let his palm travel down to the small of his back, his fingers slightly curled. Altair was right though, it certainly got warmer but Malik would never admit that out loud.

Altair hummed in response, his breathing deep and soothing and the only sound which disturbed the silence was the wind blowing through the treetops above their heads and the cries of nearby mice.