It's Not Enough

A/N: Since I don't intend to writing anything set in modern times, they were neither watching a movie or playing a video game but watched belly dancers.

He was lost and there was now way he could ever make it out of this mess sane and save.

He had him, it was simple as that and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't get away from him. He was burning underneath his hands, gasping for air and his body wasn't his anymore in a long time now. His hands were searching, probing and he wondered how much longer it would take for him to cry out.

Deep, shuddering breaths passed his parted lips, head thrown back and body arched, sweat running down his shoulders and throat, gathering in the small depression of his collarbone. His tongue licked over his glistening skin, teeth scraping across it as he closed his lips over one nipple, sucking firmly and biting gently. With his eyes blindfolded all he could do was to trust his senses, his ears and nose so much more sensitive and he thought he could smell the desire on his breath as it brushed across his face as he pulled his head back, his hand fisting his hair and holding on tight.

"Do you want me to take it off?", he whispered near his ear, his voice raspy and out of breath and he straddled his lap, his hips rolling against him and he moaned. The moment his lips parted he kissed him, his tongue stroking over his, sucking on his bottom lip and sucking it between his own. He whimpered and shook his head, his eyes wide behind the piece of fabric covering it. "Yes", he gasped, nodding slightly and the other man pushed up against his chest.

"But if I do you're going to look at other men and women", he purred and Altair bit his lips, holding another groan in as his hand sneaked in between their bodies, cupping his sex and fondling it. Before he could lose himself in the touch, Malik's hand came up again and his palm pushed against his chest, right above his heart and he lowered himself on his back again. Malik leaned in close, he could feel his breath moving across his throat and ear and only seconds later his lips found his earlobe, sucking on it and biting gently. "Wouldn't you?", Malik whispered hotly and made small, circling motions with his hips, his own erection brushing over Altair's whenever he came down again. "Like you did tonight", he added and Altair could feel how his lips curled into a smirk against his skin.

"I didn't", he pressed up against him, his hands searching for Malik's body and he slipped his palm over his thigh and had almost reached the Dai's crotch before Malik grabbed his wrist and pushed it against the ground right next to his head.

"So you didn't watch them dance? Then why did you tell me you liked the way how they were moving their hips?" He swear he could hear a suppressed snicker in Malik's voice. "Why did you tell me you wanted to see me dancing like them?", he purred right next to his ear and again, Altair shuddered, his toes curling as he placed his feet flat against the ground, legs falling apart. He rolled his hips upwards and meeting Malik's slow thrusts, his member stiff and aching for attention. "You lied to me Altair", Malik smirked, his fingers shifting over his blindfold and for a moment he really thought Malik would take it off. He heard him chuckle above him, a smooth sound erupting right from his chest. "I don't think so", and Altair imagined him to shake his head, smirking down on him.

Right now he regret deeply for even suggesting going out to watch some of Jerusalem's citizens celebrating a feast with belly dancers being the main attraction as Malik withdraw his hand once more only his fingertips ghosting across his trembling frame. A small smile tugged at Altair's lips when Malik ravished his mouth once more and he could feel the man's heart beating wildly underneath his skin. No. Maybe he didn't regret if something so innocent as simply watching men and women moving their bodies to well-played music could draw such reactions out of Malik.

He pressed his body up, meeting the man above him and biting down on his lip.

"Maybe I should dance for you then if you're too shy", he murmured breathless, his tongue darting out to wet his lips.

"Maybe you should", Malik nodded against his head and he pulled the last fabric of Altair's clothes off his body.

"Maybe I will", Altair whispered underneath another moan, his hands searching for the Dai's shoulders, his nails leaving angry red marks across his back.

"You will", Malik grinned and Altair knew he lost but defeat never tasted so sweet.