Fleeting

He reached his son before anything terrible happened, Hannan was crying because a strange man had scooped him up and the insect had gotten away, Altaïr hadn’t expected to have to grab the young novice before he barrelled off the cliff and now stood with baby in one arm and the boy’s hood in his free hand as the novice’s feet barely stayed on the grass and his body tilted over the edge, his grey hood choking him as it kept him up. The Assassin gave the material a tug and pulled the boy away from the cliff and onto his backside roughly, “I thought I was going to die…” he muttered as his heart pounded against his chest, his eyes looking up at Altaïr with awe. Maria was next to arrive, she snatched the child from his father’s arms and nearly crushed him to her in relief, never had she been so frightened in her life! A small gathering of women and Assassins watched with a mixture of relief and confusion over what had actually happened. “I tried to get here faster! He looked far closer to the edge from the tower!”
Maria looked at the exhausted novice, yes he’d failed to actually save her son and nearly fallen off the cliff but he had tried! “If you hadn’t have seen him…” she hugged him tightly again before continuing, “thank you.”

“I didn’t see him, it was her that pointed him out.” He cocked his head toward Azurelle, she was still a little out of breath but she had to know that Hannan was safe; “I was studying…” he fell backwards onto the grass as he sucked in air.

“Perhaps more training would be beneficial.” Altaïr said before Azurelle and Maria glared in his direction, he was grateful that the boy had tried! He would find a way to reward him somehow, “what is your name?”

“N-Nikil…” he hauled himself up, not wanting to be disrespectful by not looking at the master Assassin. Azurelle leant down by the boy and ruffled his short black hair with a smile, he had tried and that was good enough for her. “I messed up.”

She shook her head, he had such a similar name to her acrobatic brother, Nikeel, he even looked a little like him if she squinted, “you were outrun, and you did fly down here from all that way…I’m surprised there isn’t a trail of flame!” he blushed slightly at her praise and attention, “is Hannan alright?” Maria looked at her owlishly, half wanting to tell her to go away and half wanting to hug the girl, she settled on a firm nod – she wanted to dislike the girl but it wasn’t easy.

“Please tell me my son does not make a habit of this.” On Altaïr’s off hand comment a small buzz of whispers started, the Assassin didn’t take any notice as he checked the child over in case there was a hidden injury or lurking danger. Azurelle heard it though, she heard the women of the garden muttering and they stared from her to Maria, the girl caught a few of the words; ‘wait, isn’t she supposed to have Altaïr’s child?’ ‘I bet she just wanted to have him all to herself and got pregnant on purpose,’ ‘I didn’t think Altaïr would pick up whores.’ She felt the eyes boring into her back and shivered.
Nikil frowned and grabbed her hand as he stood, “I left my books in the tower and I can’t remember which one – help me.”

He pulled her after him gently, ‘accidentally’ stepping on the toes of one of the women, Azurelle glanced backwards at Altaïr and caught his eye, he looked confused as to why she was leaving and looked as if he planned to follow but a particularly loud wail caught his attention again. The boy led them back to his books easily without her help at all. “Ignore those witches! They gossip and giggle all day and don’t know anything about anything!” her eyes widened in surprise, he’d taken her away so she wouldn’t have to listen to the others?

“Thank you, Nikil.” He nodded at her and flipped open his book to carry on from where he left off. “…how old are you?”

“Thirteen…why?”

“You just seem really mature for someone so short.” He looked at her with a blank look, give it a year and he’d be taller than her! “I didn’t mean anything bad by it! …thank you.”

He went back to his book, “I just hate people who gossip about things they don’t know about…I’m busy, you know.” He was blushing again as Azurelle looked at him fondly, “you can pay me back by teaching me something cool after you finish being pregnant.”

00

“Are you still sulking?” Malik stared at Nazeera as she sat silently in the study, she hadn’t moved or spoken since he’d yelled at her earlier, she had gone to eat lunch with Azurelle and then returned to sulk, “why do you not go explore the fortress? Play with the women in the garden…make more plans.”

“I don’t like the garden.”

“Because someone said the dancers in the garden were better than you – about eight years ago?” she stuck her nose up slightly and examined the bookcase as if it were the most interesting thing in the room. “You were out of order…I am angry at him also but you were taking it too far! Azurelle can take care of herself these days, you do not need to watch her so closely anymore, you do not need to fight her battles…”

“She’s my baby sister! How can you possibly understand?!” the words left her mouth and she groaned as her brain caught up with her mouth, “I didn’t mean that.” Standing up, Nazeera ambled over to stand behind him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, “you know, you were actually as ruthless as me with Kadar…he was just more willing to punch you in the mouth when you got too much.” She kissed the top of his head, “I just hate when you yell at me…”

“Sometimes you need yelling at.”

“You know…it kind of turns me on…” Malik chuckled at her admission, how had he ended up with such a strange woman? “Can this paperwork wait? Can’t I tempt you into leaving this constant writing and into our bed instead?”

“I would love to be tempted but I need to do this…”

Nipping his ear lobe softly, Nazeera’s fingers worked into the muscles of his shoulders. “Liar. You haven’t touched me since the day of the festival…I’m not going to break and I’m nearly recovered…I’m beginning to forget what you feel like.” Her hands worked their way down his chest and he let out a breath he’d been holding since she came over to him.

“You can feel me right now, can you not?”

“You know what I mean! I’m becoming quite desperate, if I don’t have you inside me soon, I’ll die! I know I will!” her right hand dropped to his crotch and she squeezed the slight bulge that she found, “I think you miss me too.” He groaned at her attention to him, “please?” Malik leant back in the chair and stared up at her face, her chocolate eyes smouldered down at him and he suppressed a shiver of desire that shot through him. She almost had him! Nazeera slipped herself onto his lap so that she straddled him and dropped light kisses along his jaw and mouth, “hey Malik. Is that a dagger in your pocket…” he shook his had at the over used innuendo and crushed their mouths together before she finished the line.

“Not in here.” He said when she pulled away for air, “anyone can walk in.” she rolled her eyes at him; if they were quick no one would know! She shifted closer and rocked herself against his growing length in an attempt to distract him from his thoughts. It worked and he soon had his mouth slanted across hers again in a deep, desperate kiss that had her mewling into his mouth. The Dai would have liked to have taken her in their bed where they could properly enjoy the reunion of their bodies but it wasn’t an option as she undid the ties on his pants and hitched her skirt up her thighs, “eager?” his answer was given in the form of her taking hold of him and pulling him into her heat. Malik moaned loudly as she dropped down on him – it had been so long!

Nazeera paused once she had him to the hilt; she demanded more kisses from him as she adjusted to being filled. “This is not a good idea, Altaïr!” their heads snapped to the door as it opened and Altaïr burst in with Maria behind him. “You want me on the same floor as her?”

“It is better than the guest quarters and there is already a crib in one of the rooms!” Altaïr turned to look at the two already occupying the room, raising an eyebrow he smirked at the two, “in the study?”

“w-what is it you want?” Malik was astounded that he had kept his voice level, it seemed the two had not realised just how close he and Nazeera were, it helped that her flushed face was hidden in his neck but he would lose it if she continued to contract her muscles around his shaft. This was not how he wanted to be found by anyone, balls deep in a woman who had instigated the unintended show, “I am busy.”

“More like attempting to get busy.” Came Maria’s smug reply, she assumed they had walked in on something less, “not something my son should have to see.” The Dai’s eyes landed on the baby in her arms and upon seeing the child’s eyes, he looked at Altaïr – the other Assassin looked away quickly knowing that Malik had seen the connection immediately.

“Later, Altaïr.” Came his stern reply, Altaïr opened his mouth to argue but a fierce glare from the other made him shut his mouth, “go away!” taking the hint the Assassin pulled Maria out of the room and shut the door as she uttered something sarcastic at the couple. Nazeera pushed her head away from his neck and exhaled sharply; her skirt had hidden what they were doing from the others and saved them from any true embarrassment. Looking at Malik she frowned, why did he look so angry?

“Malik?” he looked at her as if startled, surely he had not forgotten her! His face smoothed and he attacked her neck with kisses and bites as he tried to salvage his desire from the anger he now had for Altaïr – he said nothing of having a child with Maria! He thrust his hips up and Nazeera gasped at the pleasurable movement – how was he supposed to explain to her that her sister’s baby wasn’t the only one that belonged to Altaïr?! He pushed Nazeera the tiny distance up onto the desk and barely registered the pained sound she made when her shoulder was jarred by hitting the wood – how could the man be so careless? How did he always get into so much trouble?! Malik had not been this angry at Altaïr for a long time, his thoughts were plagued by what he was going to say to the other man – how would Azurelle take the news?!
“Stop! Malik!” her voice cut through his angry thoughts like a knife and he slowed his pistoning hips to a stand still. Looking down he registered the pained look on her face and the way she clutched at her injured shoulder. He had hurt her when he had thrown her onto the desk in his anger toward the other.

Malik made to leave her body but she wrapped her long legs around his waist to stop him, “I am sorry…I was not thinking straight, let me look at your shoulder.” Nazeera shook her head and rolled her hips against him causing his to buck into her involuntarily – she winced. He hadn’t just hurt her shoulder, “shit…I was too rough with you.” He clenched his teeth as he seethed at himself, he should have been paying attention instead of internally cursing Altaïr.

“I’m fine, just be careful now…” her hand stroked his face reassuringly, she had felt immense pleasure until her shoulder had burned and his thrusts had become just a little too hard, “I’m nearly there so please don’t stop.” He kissed the palm of her hand softly before she dropped it back by her head, the dark curls of her loose hair tangling in her fingers, he leant down to press a firm kiss to her mouth as he began moving again at a slower pace, being mindful of her this time. He paid attention to her every moan, gasp and mewl, moving faster when she asked but refusing her request of ‘harder’, he soon had her crying out his name as she came and he joined her, his pleasure dulled by the guilt that he’d injured her; he had never hurt her before – never!

Malik took a moment to catch his breath and allow her to come down from her high before he took her hand and began pulling her toward the door, “bed.” She smiled at the single word and leant against him as her legs felt too soft to walk on, at least she’d gotten him away from working.

000

Malik’s going to kill a certain Assassin ~