As I promised, guys :3 This chapter. Took. SO LONG. I got so pissy that I wrote a goddamn plan for it. Altair+master=buttsex/Malikxguards=master= X_X

Malik backed away from the door for a moment, then lead his ear back to listen, but there was no noise to be heard. What the-?

"Malik." The master's voice caused Malik's heart to skip a couple of beats, then move a little to the left, "enter."

Malik did as he was told, slowly opening the door and walking into the room, but pausing in the doorway as he saw Altair still laying, bent over the table, his forhead touching the fine wood, his breaths heavy with Al Mualim, Malik had to blink a couple of times, Al Mualim still behind him. Still inside the boy, Oh Allah...what has this sick man got planned? Why is he not hiding this anymore?

"It seems you are interested in my ways."

Malik didn't reply, he couldn't find his voice.

"well?"

"This is wrong." The assassin finally spoke,

"Wrong? You do not know that meaning."

"You are sickening."

"You dare insult me? The king of Masyaf."

"I do not insult you, only your ways."

"My ways are right."

"You have ruined that boy!" Anger rose within Malik's stomach, the advantage just being taken! It was...it was...He couldn't describe how frustrated it made him!

"Ruined?" Al Mualim thrusted, his cock needing attention within the tight heat, a pained cry escaping the young assassin's mouth, "I have shown him my wrath."

"Let him go!" Malik sounded like a child at this point, stopping his brother from getting scolded.

"Or what will be done?" A small, quirky, smirk edging at the master's mouth. He was right, what could Malik do now? The master was strong, controlling and had Altair in an extremely painful position. If he could just somehow save Altair...

"I will get the guards."

"They will only think you are insane." A mocking laugh followed.

"You will be killed."

"They will not believe you."

"Let him GO!" Malik shouted, his rage being fed. He stepped a little closer to the two, watching Al Mualim closely.

"I suppose the truth has been discovered," the master pulled himself out of Altair, "you too smart for your own good." He tucked himself inside his trousers, not taking his eyes off Malik, who stared at him also. Al Mualim stepped back from Altair, who was still in the same position. Malik rushed over to him, lifting his head from the desk to examine him, "Altair, you are safe now, broth-" Al Mualim grabbed Malik by his locks, dragging him away from the younger assassin to the window,

"It is a shame that you are intellegent, Malik. Your friends and brother shall miss you." (yes, magically, this window is open.) Al Mualim hung Malik out of the window by the collar of his hood, a small yelp coming from the assassin as he was hung there, his legs just kicking, his hands holding onto the master's. Malik shut his eyes tightly, he knew what was yet to come. Pain? Or just darkness forever. No one will be able to save Altair now.

Altair...Kadar...

Kadar...I need you. He felt himself drop.

But there was no enternal darkness as he opened his eyes hestantly, he looked up noticing a guard, Uraf, holding his wrist tightly, "Hold on, brother, don't let go!" With all his force, he lifted Malik up onto the floorboards, Malik looked around in shock, happy to be alive...

"B-but...how?" He thought out loud. Had Kadar heard him?

"We saw you being held out of the window, we weren't going to leave you there." Humour in that sentence. He saw Altair being cared for by two other guards, he was placed in a chair as they spoke to him. "Altair!" Malik approached him fast, the younger assassin looked up at him, face slightly pale, head bloodied from the hit on the desk and trousers loose, but not showing his areas. "M-malik...You...You saved me. I am sorry I did not listen to your warning...I-"

"No need to worry, brother, you and I are safe now." Malik smiled slightly, placing a hand on Altair's shoulder, who flinched at the touch, but allowed it. "You will be fine in our care." Malik turned to one of the guards, quietly speaking, "what of the master?"

"I do not know. The others have taken him away. He did not fight."

Malik nodded, he turned back to Altair, "I am glad you are safe."

The younger assassin felt guilt build up. If only he had listened, maybe if he didn't tell Al Mualim of this, there wouldn't be this trouble. Malik must have read his expression, "You do not need to feel guilty, brother. This was cruel act upon you, your safety is my happiness."

Altair smiled weakly, it would have been strong, but he just didn't have the energy.

AND THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER. THE END.

THANK FUCK FOR THAT. JESUS.

EXAMS, STORIES, SISTERS, BIRTHDAYS, LESBIANS. SO BUSY!