Trust

Part 3 of 3


“Do you hate me for this?”, Altair asked and he changed the angles of his thrusts again and Malik moaned loudly as his eyes pressed shut. “Can you feel it?”

Malik nodded not trusting his own voice. Altair bent down and sunk his teeth into Malik's shoulder almost drawing blood and he gasped in surprise. Altair's tongue licked over the reddening skin and he bit him again before he kissed Malik's lips.

“And this?”, he asked again and Malik didn't know if he understood the question. Altair's face was right in front of him and there was curiosity in his eyes as he looked down at Malik.

“What?”, Malik gasped before Altair halt his movements once more. He waited a few seconds for Malik to caught his breath before he went down and kissed him again but this time longer and with more force.

“This?”, he asked, nibbling at Malik's ear.

“I dont – think I understand.”

A low chuckle erupted from Altair's chest and Malik groaned as Altair's cock moved with his low laughter inside of him.

“What do you feel? It's not that hard of a question I believe.”

“I feel like going insane if you don't continue.” Anger swung with Malik's voice.

Altair's fingers brushed through his hair as he lowered himself to completely cover Malik's body.

“Do you feel safe with me?”

And Malik's frowned at the question.

Well, of course he did. It might sound strange but he never felt safer as when he was tied up and at Altair's mercy. He nodded slowly. Chills run down his body and he wiggled his hips to encourage Altair to continue. His cock was painfully hard and there was nothing more as to fall into the abyss of bliss and shut everything else out. He shut his eyes in frustration as Altair didn't made any attempt to move.

“Do not deny, Malik”, he whispered and suddenly Malik knew and his eyes fluttered open. Everything made sense as he felt the answers to his question burning deep inside of him. He felt so much that he almost couldn't bare it. He wished for his arm, he wished to hold Altair to seek more of his touch, more of his skin against his. Bright light invaded all of his senses as he tried to hold himself at the surface of everything that threatened to engulf him. Everything inside of him went warm, nothing like the hot burning passion but a deep feeling of trust, safety and...

“Untie me, please”, he croaked and was surprised how foreign his own voice sounded. The knots became loose as he heard the knife slicing through his bindings and his arm went forward to hold Altair as his nails dug into the skin of his back.

With that Altair moved again, fast and unforgivable and Malik thought he might burst. He pressed his face into Altair's shoulder as he gasped for air and a whole new wave of pleasure hit him and threatened to drown him. He bit onto his lips trying to ride the wave a little bit longer just to feel more to feel complete for a few seconds but then it all crushed. With a silent cry he came, hard. His whole body clenched and as he heard Altair moaning right next to his ear it sent him over the edge and falling all over again.

He fell and it wouldn't stop as the room around him exploded into white light by the force of his own orgasm. He felt hot liquid splashing against his and Altair's stomach and he suddenly knew why some of the women would speak of “the little death” during sex.

After that a few seconds long nothing happened. Altair had collapsed onto him, his breathing hard and erratic. Sweat was glistening on his skin and his breathing echoed loudly in Malik's ear.

Finally Altair removed himself from him and rolled down to his side and stopped laying on his back as one hand covered his eyes.

Malik still gasped for air as he slowly started to feel his body again and all the wounds upon it. The blood circulation in his arm had been disconnected the whole time and it felt numb to him and started to tingle now. He lifted his head and watched how his sperm mixed with the blood on his stomach and how the wound near his ribs was still bleeding.

Altair didn't move next to him.

“I'm still having nightmares”, he spoke softly into the silence as his own eyes closed again. “And on some days I can't find the energy to get up at all.” He laughed softly and it sounded harsh. Altair peaked one eye open next to him and watched him from the corner of his eyes. “I – panicked. Earlier. When you had cut me. It reminded me of how... how they had cut off my left arm. It terrifies me to think”, he swallowed hard, “ – to think that something could happen to my right arm.” He heard Altair moving but he didn't dare to open his eyes.

Hot breath crawled over his face as he felt Altair lying next to him, his head settling on his shoulder.

Finally Malik opened his eyes and he looked down onto Altair. “I don't hate you.”

“I know”, he murmured lazily his eyes closed as one of his arms encircled Malik's chest and pressed him closer.

“Altair, I--”

“Don't.”, Altair interrupted him. “You don't have to say it. I know.” And he lifted his head to place a kiss upon Malik's lips.

Malik's legs crossd over Altair's as he tried to turn into the man next to him but hissed as he felt the pain from the cuts on his chest.

“Altair, you bastard”, he forced out between clenched teeth and looked to his side.

Altair didn't move as if he hadn't heard him at all, his breath deepening as he fell slowly asleep.