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It was another warm day in the Holy Land. The sun was shining bright with few clouds slowly moving through the clear blue skies. We ride to Jerusalem, my horse and I, on Al Mualim’s orders. The journey was long and tedious, for every new road we took, there were guards crying out their commands to have me murdered. Fortunately, as an Assassin, it did not take much effort to lose their line of sight: simply ride faster through ruins and fresh greenery. After another successful escape, I slowed my horse and sighed softly to myself. An Assassin? Do I deserve such a title? I was raised within the order, I trained with the great Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad, and yet, I still can’t find it within myself to take a life. Who was I to decide when a person lives or dies, regardless of what they have done? This must have been the reason as to why Al Mualim has instructed me to go to Jerusalem and help a man at one of the Assassin’s Bureaus. If I wasn’t of use to him on the battlefield, then I may be of use somewhere else, out of his line of sight.
After arriving outside the walls of the land, I gently pulled on the reins, indicating my horse to slow down, and come to an easy stop near a small stable. I stepped down and brushed his dark mane before rewarding him with a few apple slices from my pouch around my waist.
“I thank you old friend for the lovely journey here. Now rest. You have earned it.”
As if my horse understood, he ate the rest of the apple slices from my hand before turning his attention away from me, readying himself for the luxury I couldn’t afford. I then took my leave and joined in a small group of scholars. With pure white robes, I blended in as one of them. I laced my fingers together, rested my hands over my chest, and bowed my head. Together, as a group of five, we took slow, graceful steps towards the entrance of the wall where there stood four guards dressed in full silver armor.
“Scholars. Let them through men.”
As the two men in the center stepped aside, we continued to move forward until I have successfully infiltrated deeper into the city. I raised my head a little, peaking over the side of my hood to make sure there were no guards near by, before I parted away from the group of scholars and finally stood up in a straighter posture. This was Jerusalem. The streets were lively, filled with men and women walking and stopping by stands filled with goods that have caught their attention. The homes were small and colorless, each one made of stone, but humble and joyous all the same.
“It is beautiful.”
Like any other city here in the Middle East. I smiled softly, allowing the new atmosphere to change my mood from the thoughts before. Even if it was momentarily. After running around and familiarizing myself with the city, I climbed the highest edifice and took another look at the same city with a different perspective. It was a beautiful and a pleasantly overwhelming sight. Overseeing the district and the sudden sound of silence that suddenly surrounded me was only interrupted by the soft whispers of cold winds. I closed my eyes, took a deep breath in, stretched my arms out and fell from my viewpoint. It was always such a rush performing this Leap of Faith. My face grew colder the longer these winds rushed past me until finally, I landed in a pile of hay. I giggled softly to myself as I curled into the pile a little more. When my heart returned to beating at a steady rhythm, I got out, brushed away the hay that stuck to my robes and made my way towards the Assassin’s Bureau.
Running, I leapt from roof to roof until I found the building that had the Brotherhood’s insignia engraved before the entrance. Through the opening, I climbed my way down inside the Bureau. When my boots touched the floor, I turned and pulled my hood down to get a proper view of my surroundings. It was both spacious and silent. The sun’s rays peering through the top was enough to be a source of light. I could only imagine what this space would look like at night. Around me were potted plants, vines growing through the top that hung comfortably against wall decors, a small fountain and a few rugs laid across the floors accompanied by many plush pillows. There was only a door frame to pass through, and after crossing stone floors, I was greeted by a man working on a piece of parchment with a quill in hand.
His head was bowed, and his eyebrows frowned against his forehead. Whatever he was doing, he was doing it with such an intense concentration. I blinked. It was such an admirable sight; I was worried that my presence here would be a sort of disturbance. As I turned to walk away in hopes to return at a more appropriate time, a voice stopped me.
“Hold. What do you think you are doing? You are late enough as it is.”
Stern, sharp and with a slight accent to his words, the man was speaking to me. I turned back around to see that the man had not once removed his eyes from his work.
“How did you know I was here..?”
I asked nervously.
“What a foolish question. You are not difficult to miss.”
I rolled my eyes. What a smart answer. As I stepped further inside the dark room, I was only welcomed by the strong scent of rosemary. Looking back at the large desk, I see the source as to where the lovely scent was coming from, a nicely crafted metallic incense burner. I smiled at it before turning away and continued to look around. Everywhere I looked, I saw nothing but books and pieces of parchment, rolled up and placed away on shelves or on the second table against the wall. Before a shelf, I reached out my hand, took a scroll and carefully opened it to see it filled with black ink with incredible detail.
“A map of Damascus? You drew this?”
The man nodded.
“Is this what you do here? Draw maps and give them to the Assassins?”
“As well as recording the successes or failures of a mission, provide any information deem useful and providing the Assassin with a white feather.”
I nodded slowly, understanding the importance of the Bureau. I rolled up the scroll once more and returned it to its place before walking over towards the desk where the man was.
“My name is Y/N.”
“I know. Did it not occur to you that Al Mualim would have already mentioned you by name?”
I shook my head.
“It was supposed to be a friendly introduction. Nothing more. Who are you?”
Sighing in annoyance, the man put down his quill and stood up to his full height. Finally, I got a better look at him and at those piercing eyes. A handsome man he was, fit in navy and white robes. Short black hair with slight facial hair around his strong lower jaw. His skin sun kissed and those eyes; sharp and analytical, colored in the darkest shade of brown I have ever seen. There was a tightening in my chest, one I couldn’t explain.
“Excuse me..?”
I said softly. I saw his lips moving but for some odd reason, I couldn’t hear the words he spoke of the first time. Before the man could speak again, the sound of bells rang throughout the city of Jerusalem. Released by a trance, I looked over towards the Bureau’s entrance.
“It matters not. Come behind the desk. They will be arriving soon.”
Worried, I looked back at the man.
“They?”
Once more, he sighed.
“You will see.”
I nodded and did as I was told. I walked over behind the desk next to the other and watched him take out a heavy book and an extra quill.
“Your job will be simple. Simply stay silent and write down everything that is being said.”
“What about the maps? Am I not supposed to help you draw them as well?”
He simply shook his head.
“I cannot give you all of my responsibilities. Do not worry about them.”
I nodded once more and opened the dusted book. My eyes widened slightly at the sight of such elegant penmanship, page after page, in fine details of the successful assassinations by
“Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad… Kadar Al-Sayf…Mal-”
“Malik!”
I looked up to see two men in similar white robes, running inside and stopping in front of the desk near Malik’s end.
“Altaïr, Kadar, I am relieved to see you two unharmed. You have been gone for too long.”
“We are sorry brother, but we were fighting men with greater skills than our last target. Talal is dead.”
Explained the man known as Kadar, who seems to be related to the man next me, known as Malik. Altaïr reached behind him for the pouch around his waist and presented Malik with the white feather he spoke of before, only this one was stained with the victim’s blood as proof.
“Excellent work. Tell us more.”
“Us?”
Questioned Kadar before noticing me.
“Who is she brother? Your new apprentice?”
Before Malik could answer and explain properly, Altaïr did it for him.
“She is Y/N. A fair fighter but cannot use her skills outside of training, which is unfortunate. She would have been essential if it were not her refusal to kill. Therefore, Al Mualim has ordered her to come here to work alongside Malik instead, in hopes to have her develop a set of new skills other than combat.”
I lowered my head in shame. My suspicions from before on the journey here were correct. Malik closed his eyes and pinched the ridge of his nose.
“You could have said the same thing in fewer details, but yes. That is why she is here.”
For a moment, there was a silence before Kadar spoke again.
“Well, that is excellent news brother!”
The two men paid their attention to the other, as did I, when I lifted my head once more after hearing such excitement. Then, he continued.
“Having an apprentice would mean you could- “
However, before he could finish, Malik rose his hand to stop him from continuing.
“Do not get your hopes up Kadar. Now, I would like to hear your report on the mission.”
Kadar looked at his older brother with saddened eyes before speaking once more in a much more professional tone. As he did, Malik snapped his fingers at me.
“Pay attention and start writing novice.”
I simply nodded and began to write down the important details both men stated. Afterwards, when work was done, the three men spoke casually amongst each other, once again, ignoring my existence. I stood there, quietly listening to the conversation before I lost interest and looked back again to the handwritten maps on the desk. When it was time for them to leave, Malik stepped away from the desk to properly say his goodbyes. He first took Altaïr by his hand and leaned in, giving him a kiss on the cheek; Altaïr returning the gesture.
“Go in peace brother. Take care of Kadar.”
Altaïr nodded.
“Of course. Safety and peace Malik.”
When they let go of each other, he walked towards Kadar and held him close, like Altaïr, Kadar returned the gesture.
“I will see you again at home.”
“Yes brother.”
Instead of a kiss on the cheek, Malik pulled down Kadar’s hood and kissed him on his forehead. A much more affectionate act, and yet, an appropriate one between two brothers. And with that, the two men were gone, making their way back to Masyaf. Seeing Malik so kind and loving toward the people he cares about the most was reassuring. It was good to know that this man was capable of love sometimes instead of being a complete smartass. The sweet thought alone was enough to color my cheeks and curl a smile upon my lips.
“Malik...”
The older male looked back at me, his expression cold and serious like before.
“Your name is Malik.”
He nodded and crossed his arms over his chest.
“Malik Al-Sayf, head of the Assassin Bureau in Jerusalem.”
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After a restful night, I returned to the Bureau early in the morning the next day at Malik’s request. I find him once again hunched over, continuing his work on the same map from yesterday.
A patient and dedicated man.
I thought. Afraid he would make a mistake, I quietly walked behind the desk, the same place I was in yesterday and stood there, waiting for Assassins to walk in. After a comfortable silence, Malik spoke.
“Did you sleep well last night?”
I turned my attention to see the man who still had his head bowed before the piece of parchment.
“Yes, I did. Kind of you to ask. As did you?”
Malik nodded.
“And your brother?”
“Kadar is fine. He and Altaïr will be arriving soon to pick up a map before they depart to Acre. They needed to speak with Al Mualim first for more instructions.”
I nodded slowly as I understood. Saying nothing more, I prepared myself for their arrival. I looked under the desk and spotted the heavy book I wrote in the last time and opened it. Once again, I admired Malik’s penmanship before continuing to read where I left off.
“Malik Al-Sayf…Solomon’s Temple…artifact achieved…severely wounded and abandoned…presumed to be dead…”
I gasped softly and placed my hand over my lips.
“How..? How was this possible..? Malik, what happened..?”
He scoffed before responding nonchalantly.
“What a wonderful memory. Due to Altaïr’s recklessness, Kadar and I were left behind in the Temple. When I returned to Masyaf, I saw Altaïr in front of Al Mualim, speaking to him about what had occurred. Before I could interrupt them, I searched for Kadar instead. It took whatever strength I had left to accept the possibility that my little brother could have been dead.”
“You say it is a wonderful memory. I see nothing wonderful about being physically and emotionally wounded.”
Malik stopped and set his quill down. He straightened up his posture and turned his attention towards me.
“Kadar returned home two days after the accident. I had my family once again. Altaïr realized he was in the wrong and changed for the better. I no longer hesitate to call him a brother.”
His words were spoken in a soft, gentle tone. One I thought he was not capable of producing in front of me. As he spoke, it was almost alluring, enough for me to move in a little closer just to hear more from him.
“I am happy you found multiple blessings within that disaster. You truly are such a strong man.”
Taken back, Malik’s eyes widened slightly. A soft shade of rose colored his cheeks. I only managed a glimpse of such innocence before he looked away. I then giggled softly.
How adorable.
Then, there was a voice.
“Oh! I do enjoy that story! Can you start over again brother?”
“Enough Kadar. It is not necessary to speak of it again. I do not need to be reminded of my mistakes.”
Malik and I looked over towards the doorway, seeing both Altaïr and Kadar in their white robes, ready to go.
“Another time Brother. Perhaps when Altaïr is not around to hear us make fun.”
Everyone laughed happily, except for Altaïr of course, who saw nothing amusing about being made fun of.
“How very mature of you all. Where is the map to Acre?”
With a smile, a charming one at that, Malik turn his attention back to me.
“Y/N? That shelf you were looking through the day before, underneath the map of Damascus, is the one for Acre. Please retrieve it and hand it to Altaïr.”
As he spoke, it was as if I could see a twinkle in his eyes. A spark of happiness when these two men were around him. Seeing him like this, brought another tightening to my chest, one I still couldn’t explain. I nodded and turned to walk out from behind the desk to the shelf I stood before. It didn’t take long for me to find the desired scroll, when I did, I walked towards the doorframe and presented the piece of parchment to Altaïr.
“Safety and peace.”
“May you find both here with Malik, Y/N.”
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Weeks have passed and things have already begun to change. Malik and I were seeing each other as close friends rather than like teacher and apprentice. I was still learning from him, of course, but when he would casually speak to me or simply correct me on my mistakes, he would do so in that gentle voice. I have now begun to question why this tightening in my chest would always occur as often as it did. Since Altaïr’s and Kadar’s departure to Acre, we had not seen nor heard any detailed information about them. For each Assassin that comes in, Malik would ask the same question.
“Is there any word about Altaïr and Kadar?”
“No, I am afraid not. However, do not fret. I am sure they are both fine. Those two are both skilled and capable of taking care of themselves and each other.”
Malik nodded and gave the Assassin a white feather.
“Safety and peace.”
“Upon you as well brother.”
And with that, the Assassin took the feather, bowed before us, and took his leave. Malik released a saddened sigh he was holding in. When he did so, I placed my hand on his arm, as a form of comfort. We looked at each other and I smiled in reassurance.
“The man is correct. Trust that they are well.”
Malik returned my smile and nodded. I then removed my hand and gave my own sigh of sadness. One I didn’t know I had. Worried, Malik’s smile faded, and he did the same to console me.
“What is wrong?”
“All of these Assassins that come in, stained with the blood of their enemy or ready to be stained, makes me wonder if what Altaïr said was true. About me being essential. I would not be here, behind the desk but rather in front of you if I truly was an Assassin.”
Silence fell before us until Malik spoke once again.
“Do you not think you are an Assassin?”
I shook my head and showed him my wrist.
“No. Do you see a blade on my wrist?”
Malik rolled his eyes.
“You are speaking nonsense. You do not need a weapon or must be stained in blood to be an Assassin. If you are under the orders of Al Mualim and you are not secretly working under Robert De Sablé, then you are an Assassin, no matter where you are stationed.”
I sighed once more. I suppose he was right.
“Thank you. What about you Malik? You fought alongside with Altaïr and your brother in Solomon’s Temple. After that, your name no longer appears within these records.”
“The answer is simple. After Solomon’s Temple, I was severely wounded. It took an immense amount of time in bed before I grew desperate. I went to see Al Mualim one day and begged him to assign me his next mission. However, he refused. He believed I was still too weak to handle more than one of De Sablé’s men. I was furious, hearing him use the word weak to describe someone like me. I knew I had to prove him wrong and without thinking, I shouted: I do not want to be in bed anymore! Let me be of use to you somewhere else then if you find me too weak to fight for you! Al Mualim was shocked. Not once have I raised my voice against him, but he understood. He had me escorted to Jerusalem, to one of our Bureaus to do less physically straining work. Now that I am fully recovered, I cannot leave my position here when there are still things to be done. Is this the fate I would have wanted for myself? No, I would rather be out there, fighting for what I believe is to be right.”
I nodded slowly.
“Is that what you meant to Kadar when you told him not to get his hopes up? He thought I would take care of the Bureau in your place one day, so that you may return with him and Altaïr to complete missions together once again like before?”
Malik nodded.
“I did not know what to expect from you, Y/N. Working at the Bureau is not the most exciting and thrilling occupations to have. I would have expected you to ride back to Masyaf and plea before the master to have you do something else or force yourself to get over your fear of killing someone.”
I shook my head.
“No, impossible. I find it, surprisingly myself, working alongside you is exciting enough. There is something about it that just…makes coming here every day very pleasing.”
Malik hummed softly to himself as he took a moment to ponder on my words.
“I see. If that is the case, then may you never leave.”
My heart skipped a beat. I could feel the rise in my body temperature staining my cheeks a rosy shade.
“I…I do not think I could ever find myself leaving you Malik…”
There it was again. The same expression he showed the last time he felt embarrassed. Malik looked away before I could see the darkening shade of red across his face. I giggled softly and stepped forward towards him. This tightening in my chest, I think I understand now what it could be.
“I have not been here for long, and yet, I find myself admiring you more and more everyday Malik…You are strong, kind, patient, and passionate.”
“Quiet and step away novice…You do not understand what you are saying…”
I giggled again and placed my hand on his cheek. I then forced the man to look at me.
“You are absolutely adorable.”
“Y/N…”
This was love.
“I am in love with you.”
And then I leaned in. I pressed my lips against Malik’s and kissed him. Naturally, my eyes closed as I settled into the sweet warmth of the man’s lips. It wasn’t long before I felt Malik return our kiss. After feeling the acceptance instead of a rejection, I assumed it would be okay to go further. I placed my hand on his sturdy chest and gently unlaced the knot that kept his white robes closed. However, it seems as though I went too far if it was Malik, who pulled away, almost panicked. I removed my hand and we both stepped back; Malik leaning against the wall for more support. Together, we panted softly, catching our breath before I spoke.
“I…I am terribly sorry…”
Malik looked down at his robes, seeing the ties before making bows out of them again.
“You temptress…Can you not see it is still daylight out..!”
I blinked, confused.
“You are not mad..?”
Malik shook his head.
“No. I am just as eager as you are. However, we have a job to do. We cannot risk any Assassins coming in and seeing us acting out in intimacy.”
The fear I once felt lifted away and I smiled.
“You are right.”
“If you wish to continue…then I suggest you do not go home tonight.”
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For the rest of the day, we acted as if nothing had happened. Malik was once again calm and cool when he spoke to Assassins that came through the doorway while I wrote every important detail about their mission. When I was needed to retrieve a map or a particular book, Malik would still look at me in the eyes and speak to me in that same gentle tone. When night fell and when Malik believed no more Assassins would be visiting the Bureau for today, he put away the incomplete maps, the quills and the heavy book. The only think that remained on the table was the incense burner that continued to release the scent of rosemary.
“Malik.”
I spoke, to catch his attention. When he stopped moving and looked at me, I continued.
“Do you love me?”
“You have done nothing but asked questions that make little to no sense.”
He stood straight with confidence and crossed his arms over his chest before continuing.
“If I did not, I would have pushed you away the moment you acted out and I would not have invited you to stay with me tonight.”
“I…I just wanted to hear you say it…”
Malik sighed heavily. He then closed the remaining distance between us and took my hand into his. He held it gently for a moment before bringing it up to his lips and kissed it.
“I love you Y/N.”
My heart began to race once more, and another blush colored my cheeks. A shy smile crossed over my lips and I looked up at him with such affectionate eyes. He smiled kindly and lowered our hands before he leaned in and kissed me. We closed our eyes and with our other hands, we held each other. Malik took my waist and pulled me as close as possible while I placed my hand, once again, on his chest. This time, I behaved myself. I didn’t try to unlace his robes as I wanted to make sure he was comfortable moving forward, now that he has had time to rethink his decision. I was proven correct. Again, it was Malik who pulled away and we looked at each other.
“What is wrong?”
I asked.
“I want more…so much more…I am desperate for you Y/N…however…”
I tilted my head, waiting for him to further explain.
“We are not married.”
My blush darkened. Oh, of course. The perks of living in the Holy Land.
“Do you wish to marry me first..?”
Malik nodded.
“Then claim me as your wife now.”
He looked at me with hunger in his eyes. He knew he needed to wait, and he valued the meaning of what it meant to lose one’s virginity. Was I that woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with? My doubtful question was answered when he grabbed me by my arm and pulled me outside to where the rugs and plush pillows laid untouched. Rather than the sun being used as a source of light, it was the moon that gave the area a dreamy atmosphere as it shined through the top entrance of the Bureau. He had me lay down on the rug and rest my head on the pillows before he got down on his knees and moved on top of me.
“Is this what you want? Do you want to be with someone like me?”
I nodded.
“I said it once before. I do not find it possible to ever leave you.”
“Then, may you stay by my side for an eternity.”
Malik leaned in closer and pressed his lips against mine. Together, we shared another sweet kiss. It wasn’t long, however, when we started to pick things up where we left off last time. Our kiss deepened, our mouths opened, and our tongues danced alongside each other. Then our eyes closed, and a few moans were slipping through my lips. Not once have I ever felt this excited, not even the rush of a Leap of Faith could compare. When air became vital, we pulled away with only a string of our saliva still connecting us together. After it naturally broke, we panted softly and began to strip away from our robes. Malik unlaced mine first, slowly exposing my skin to the cooler winds of the Middle East. Now in my undergarments, Malik stared at me. He stared at my body and began to worship an idol. He leaned down and kissed my neck while his hands wandered up and down my sides, feeling and memorizing every soft curve. I tilted my head back, bit my lower lip and moaned softly. He then began to trail lower, from my neck, to my collar bone, to my stomach, and down my thighs. Shivering, I opened my eyes to see Malik standing up right on his knees. He unlaced his robes before slipping off both the navy and white colored pieces of clothing. He then tossed them aside to join mine somewhere against the stone floors and presented himself to me. Malik was strong, well fit and not a single hair was found on his sun kissed chest. He was a handsome sight; one I could not bare to look away from nor ever forget. Malik returned his hands on me and removed the clothes that covered both of my breasts and my vagina. Feeling cold and over exposed, I naturally tried to shy away from him with my arms. However, Malik stopped me. He grabbed my wrists and pinned them down by my sides.
“You are beautiful Y/N.”
“Malik…”
He smiled at me and pecked my lips before looking down once more at my breasts. Due to the cooler airs around us, my nipples perked up. Malik licked his lips and removed his hands from my wrists. Instead, he placed them on my chest to caress my breasts.
“Do not worry. You will be growing warmer soon enough.”
I moaned again in pleasure and once more when he pinched my nipples. Satisfied with his slight tease, he looked up at me while one of his hands made their way down between my legs.
“Open your pretty legs for me.”
I nodded and obliged to his words as I slowly opened my legs. All my reactions have not gone unnoticed, for Malik’s eyes were always on me. When he used his middle finger to rub small circles around my clit, I could feel him watching me throw my head back and moan like a desperate whore.
“You have such a pretty voice. Moan for me again.”
The circling increased slightly in both speed and pressure, making me close my eyes tightly and give Malik what he wanted to hear.
“A-ah..! Malik..!”
He chuckled softly and suddenly, he just stopped. My eyes shot open and I looked at him with such desperation. Immediately I began to whine, pleading for more of his touch.
“Do not…stop…please…”
Malik smirked at me, a devilish expression that hit me like arrows to my heart. I felt his hand moving again, this time up and down as he spread my wetness around in a steady rhythm.
“Look at yourself. Such a mess.”
I panted softly and looked back into those dark lustful eyes.
“Only for you my love…Take me…”
“Mmh. Not yet. Be patient.”
Without a warning, he inserted a finger inside me. I let out a gasp, not once did my eyes leave Malik’s. When I grew comfortable enough with the feeling, he began to thrust his finger in and out of me. Again, soft moans were his rewards as he continued to thrust and further insert two, three, fingers inside when he knew I was ready. His movements remained at a steady rhythm and they only increased in speed when I begged for it, crying out his name in ecstasy. When his fingers weren’t enough, and when the patient Malik was losing his composure, he suddenly pulled away and got up on his knees again. Once more, the feeling of emptiness was taking over me, but I knew if I waited just a little bit, I would get filled again with something bigger, thicker. And I was right. Malik pulled down his grey pants and pulled out his hard cock. He stroked it in front of me a few times, spreading our lubricants around his full length. I could hear the lewd noises coming from his hand, a sound that only brought me more excitement. I stared, admiring his length and the neatly groomed, dark, pubic hair that rested beautifully against his pelvis. Hopefully, when we get married, I would have the pleasure to suck him and run my fingers through that small patch of hair. Pulled away from my perverted fantasies, Malik positioned himself once more on top of me, his length already aligned and outside of my entrance.
“Keep your eyes on me. I want to see more of your expressions, Y/N.”
I nodded and wrapped my arms around his neck, then my legs around Malik’s waist. Without another word, he slowly pushed inside me. The head stretching my entrance gave me a pleasurable sting that made me moan out in both pain and pleasure. Soon, that pain subsided when Malik pushed in further and further inside me and I grew used to the size of his cock. He groaned many times as he felt my growing warmth around him, my walls clamping down and sucking him in further. When he was fully inside, Malik waited for me to further adjust as he continued to stare into my eyes. I returned his gaze as I held on tightly onto him. He was right. I was feeling warmer already.
“Please…start moving…”
And that was all I needed to say. Malik began to move at a slow and steady rhythm. These soft moans of mine continued to praise Malik for his actions, which only served him as an encouragement to move faster. The lewd noises between us increased in sound as well, both the sound of skin hitting against skin and the wet sound every time Malik pulled out. With every thrust, there was always a shock of pleasure, the excess of heat only built up the amount of sweat between us. I could hear my heart beating out of my chest and the blood rushing to my ears. As Malik moved faster and faster, my nails dug and scratched down from his neck to his back. He has endured worse pain than the slight damage I have inflicted upon his skin but hurting him seemed to encourage him even more to hit harder against my brim. Malik and I kept our eyes on each other, every reaction of mine didn’t go unnoticed and every kiss we shared in between thrusts were much more passionate than the last. It was probably because, we were reaching our end soon and the need for a release were driving us insane. I was the first to cum. I moaned against his lips and pulled away to cry out his name when my pearly white cum began to spill out. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the luxury to feel Malik release his inside me. No. When he was ready to spill his seed, he pulled out just in time and jerked off in front of me once again. With a final groan, he came on my chest, some even spilled onto my face, which I didn’t mind. We took our time enjoying our high and catching our breath. This was definitely something we both needed. After returning to reality, I scooped Malik’s cum off me and licked my fingers clean. Seeing me do this, made Malik blush heavily and tried to clean away the rest of the mess he made.
“Do not do that. It is not something to be eaten.”
I hummed softly and licked my lips.
“I like it. Feed me more next time.”
He sighed heavily and smacked his lips.
“You temptress…Do not let Altaïr hear a single word of our actions.”
“It does not concern him either way. Why would you say such a thing?”
“I gave him a hard time when I found out he had relations with Maria before marriage.”
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The next morning, I awoke to the sun’s rays hitting against me. I sat up to see that the only piece of cloth that covered my body was one that was not my own; for it was larger and colored navy blue. Looking to my right, I noticed that Malik was no longer next to me. He must have woken up earlier to finish the map he was working on yesterday.
I should probably get dressed before someone sees me like this.
I thought to myself. As I stood, I used Malik’s robe as a temporary coverage when I walked towards my randomly scattered clothing. Once I was dressed and looking much more appropriate, I entered through the doorway to see Malik in his white robes, hunched over, and working on a piece of parchment paper. Before I could thank him for lending me his clothing, I was greeted by something new first. Inhaling, I noticed a change in the Bureau. Rather than the usual scent of rosemary burning, they were the scent of roses. I exhaled and walked forward in front of the desk.
“Roses? How romantic of you love. I truly feel flattered.”
Malik chuckled and looked up from his work for a moment to look at me.
“I thought you would like it.”
“I do. It is a nice change.”
Malik nodded in agreement while I neatly folded his navy piece of clothing before setting it at the end of the desk.
“Thank you. I enjoyed our night together.”
Once again, he stopped, but this time, he set down his quill and looked at me for a longer period. There was a blush running across his cheeks and he spoke in a soft whisper.
“..As did I..”
Without thinking, I leaned over the desk and placed my hand over his cheek, caressing it lovingly and feeling the slight ticklish feeling of his facial hair against my palm. He smiled again and closed his eyes, leaning against my touch before taking my hand into his and opened them once more. He then met me halfway across the desk and we kissed. Sadly, our moment was ruined when we heard boots hitting hard against stone floors. We quickly pulled away; Malik returned to his work while I pretended to read a scroll nearby. Two men we have not seen for so long walked in and greeted us by our first names.
“Malik! Y/N! It is wonderful to see you two again!”
Exclaimed Kadar. Malik looked at the doorway and stood straight. He walked towards his brother and hugged him dearly.
“Kadar. Oh, it is more than wonderful to see you again, brother.”
For a while the two hugged, before Malik moved on to greet Altaïr with the same affection.
“Malik. Something has changed.”
Began Altaïr when the two men pulled away.
“The scent of roses. Is this for us?”
Malik rolled his eyes.
“I pity Maria. Y/N wanted to try out a new scent she bought at one of the stands here in Jerusalem. She will be keeping her position here so I allowed her to change anything she would like, to make her feel more comfortable.”
I looked over at Malik in disbelief. He was putting the blame on me, but I understood why he would. I then looked at Altaïr and nodded, further supporting Malik’s lie.
“I see…Well, speaking of Y/N, we spoke with Al Mualim before arriving here. He wishes me to send you a message.”
Malik nodded and crossed his arms across his chest.
“Go on.”
“Depending on your judgement on Y/N’s progress here at the Bureau, Al Mualim gives you his permission to join us once again on our missions.”
Malik blinked, feeling both shocked and confused.
“No. Impossible. I cannot leave now. What about the maps?”
“I will draw them for you.”
I said and stepped closer to the small group of men.
“You cannot draw. I have not taught you how to write a map.”
I giggled softly and shook my head.
“You assume I cannot draw Malik. You have allowed me to do nothing but simply write in an old book. However, I have analyzed and looked through many of the maps you have done for a long time. There are enough references here for me to use. You told me yourself, your place is not behind a desk. Do not torture yourself any further and trust I will do well on my own.”
The three men looked at me, Malik more shocked than anyone else.
“Y/N…”
“See brother? You underestimate your apprentice. We miss your company and your constant scolding.”
Malik looked at Kadar with annoyance before he felt Altaïr’s hand rest on his shoulder.
“He speaks the truth. Ever since Solomon’s Temple, a mission has never been the same without you. However, it is your decision.”
Malik sighed and looked between me, Altaïr, and his brother Kadar.
“Y/N, if anything were to happen here that you cannot handle, send word for me.”
I giggled softly.
“Working at the Bureau is not the most exciting and thrilling occupations to have. I doubt anything is going to happen, however, if something does, I will send word.”
“Excellent. I Thank you. Who is our target?”
Kadar smirked.
“Robert De Sablé. We depart soon.”
Malik’s eyes twinkled with excitement.
“Excellent. Allow me to have a word with Y/N in private before we go.”
The two Assassins nodded and ran off in equal excitement as Malik’s. When silence fell upon us, he took both of my hands in his and spoke.
“Are you sure you can handle being here alone?”
I nodded.
“Of course. I will make sure to buy more rose incense in remembrance of you.”
He laughed nervously and looked away.
“I apologize. If I told them the truth, they would never stop bothering me about it.”
“Do not apologize. I understand.”
Removing one of my hands from Malik’s, I placed it on his cheek instead and forced him to look at me again.
“Listen to me love. I want you to fight for what you believe in. I just want you to promise me one thing.”
Malik stayed quiet, listening attentively.
“I want you to come back to me safely. We have a wedding to plan.”
He looked at me with such love in his eyes, it almost seemed as though it pained him to leave me even more now.
“I will. You will always be my reason to come back home.”
I smiled warmly and pressed my forehead against his. After he returned the gesture I confessed once more.
“I love you.”
“I love you too Y/N.”
And with that, we closed our eyes and we shared a long kiss goodbye. When we parted, Malik stepped back and let go of my hands. He pulled his hood up over his head and left, joining the other two Assassins outside. The last thing I heard from them were cheerful celebrations, shared laughters and the word love. I wondered if they found out about us already. It wasn’t an entire secret considering that the usage of rose incense only creates more of a romantic atmosphere. I walked behind the desk where Malik once stood and looked at the incomplete map. Keeping my word, I began to fill in the rest of the details with his quill. From the corner of my eyes, I spotted Malik’s navy robe on the far end of the desk, the one I folded and left there. I put the quill down and walked over towards the piece of clothing. I then picked it up and brought it close to my nose, inhaling his scent.
“Malik…”
It was as if this robe represented a piece of Malik’s past now. One I find myself treasuring, for when I first met this man, this is what he wore over his white Assassins robes. I sighed happily and wore the oversized navy piece of clothing like he once did.
“I love you…”