AN: Alright, I reeeeally wanted to write yet another fanfiction about Altaïr and Malik. I want to write about another couple but I just can't think of any situations for couples like Leo/Ezio, Ezio/Yusuf, and then people who's names escape me at the moment plus Mass Effect fanfic and then I really wanna start on some Nagron stuff but again, I have no idea where to even start. :| So my lazy ass solution is to start taking requests for pretty much anything but me thinks I will have another place to post those. Maybe tumblr or something. I started an account but it just sort of sits there… This is way too long…ima just shut up and let yall read. :P

A new moon was a convenience for them. Malik was practically mortal this time of the month and Altaïr just loved to play the protective mate. Then, of course, there was zero chance of Malik getting caught in the moment and accidentally trying to eat Altaïr. He didn't smell like a wolf like he normally did. He didn't have fangs or a strange, golden eye color. He even seemed to have slightly less body hair than usual. Altaïr wouldn't feel the need to kill him either, which was always a plus.

He was currently waiting at the edge of a dark alley, next to a popular night club. It was somewhere around midnight and people were milling in and stumbling out. Altaïr would have to sneak around a bit since this was werewolf territory. Of course, he wasn't counting the humans or lesser demons and monsters (essentially anything other than a vampire or werewolf) that also called this part of the city home, though many of them were fully aware of the existence of supernatural beings such as him and basically chose sides; whoever they felt would offer more protection.

During a new moon his pack would have to rely on sight alone to determine who was what. It was disorienting and violence seemed to be more common due to the heightened sense of paranoia. So long as Altaïr kept his head down everything would go smoothly.

There was a sudden rush of cold air whooshing past him, further down the alley into the darkness. Malik grinned and followed along the coarse, brick wall towards the back of the club. He hadn't even rounded the corner yet when a mass slammed him against the wall and crushed their lips together. On instinct, Malik bit one of those lips hard until he could taste blood. His attacker flew back a moment before pinning Malik again, no kissing this time. "You should know better than to do that by now. I'm jumpy tonight." He said, fisting his hand in the other man's shirt when his senses returned to him.

"I know, but it's just so much fun to scare you. I couldn't resist." Altaïr spoke. His voice was deep and soothing and his breathe was laced with pheromones Malik would be able to smell on any other night. Not that it would make a difference. He could just enjoy the scent then. To most of his kind, it would be a retched stench. Most. To others, it was more effective than it was on humans or whoever the vampire had set its eyes on.

The pheromones must have been doing their job already because Malik didn't feel the urge to wipe that smug grin off his mate's face. Instead, he began what they were meeting here for by rolling his hips up against Altaïr's, not at all surprised to see the vampire already hard. Stupid, masochistic, horny, blood sucker. Getting Malik to draw blood was apparently a huge turn on for him.

Altaïr seemed to purr as he brought his face closer to Malik's and murmured, "You're eager tonight." And he brought his lips to Malik's throat, grazing sharp fangs over the tender flesh.

"Shut up. You're the one doing this so just fuck me and let's move on." Malik growled and rolled his hips a little harder.

The wolf could feel the grin that spread across Altaïr's face, "If you insist." And with that, one of Altaïr's hands found its way down his pants and the other snaked up his shirt. The vampire leaned into Malik's back and breathed heavily as he nipped at his ear, making sure to give Malik an extra dose of pheromones. He brought his lips to hover just above the wolf's and teased him with almost-kisses as he slowly pumped Malik's shaft.

Malik wasn't feeling patient at the moment. If Altaïr was going to tease him, he was going to tease right back. He began to whimper and pant, exposing his throat as he gulped and bit his lower lip to draw the tiniest speck of blood. The scene gave Altaïr sensory overload. He craved the feeling of fangs piercing flesh and it was taking every ounce of self-control to keep that from happening. Malik could feel the vampire trembling against him and smirked inwardly. He couldn't release his own pheromones at this time but he knew what buttons to push in order to get a rise out of Altaïr.

The vampire stopped touching Malik and brought him further away from the corner of the alley so that no one would see and told Malik to jam the backdoor since werewolves had the superior strength, even on the new moon. Once those bases were covered, the two crashed together in an aggressive kiss, biting and licking all at once until one finally submitted to the other.

Malik was suddenly turned towards the wall as he felt his pants being yanked down to allow Altaïr access. He grunted as he felt the vampire enter him, dry. It didn't matter. Any tears would heal quickly enough and soon the comparatively small pain gave way to sheer ecstasy as Altaïr thrust deep inside him. Altaïr pressed his mouth against Malik's clothed back to help keep himself quiet but Malik was free to make all the feral sex noises he wanted. Growls and snarls filled the air around them as he pushed back against his mate to feel him deeper within. Altaïr broke down and bit hard on Malik's shoulder drawing a savage noise from the wolf's throat. The scent of blood drove them both to animalistic pleasures. Altaïr gave just a few more thrusts before coming hard inside of Malik. The wolf felt his mate's hot seed fill him and he shuttered as he came as well, staining the lower front of his shirt.

Altaïr pulled out reluctantly but quickly detached his mouth from Malik's shoulder when he realized it was there. He whipped his mouth of the blood and spit as Malik turned and slumped against the wall. The vampire looked at him with a guilty face and kept his mouth covered with the back of his hand.

Malik just glared at him. He didn't really feel like he had the strength to do much else. He pressed a hand to his shoulder and frowned when it came away bloody. He hadn't exactly noticed when they had been fucking but now the overload of pleasure a fuzzy memory of the whole cause made sense. This was actually a small problem because wolves didn't heal quickly from vampire bites. Their bodies focused too much on combating the virus that would turn ordinary people into one of them. Then there was the anticoagulant in the vampire's saliva that made the flow of blood come faster. Enough bites, and the werewolf would bleed to death.

Vampires and werewolves were enemies for a reason.

Malik wasn't in any serious danger though. It was just one bite and it was healing. The real trouble would be the massive blood stain on his shirt. He had planned to sneak back home tonight and thoroughly shower before the morning came, along with the return of the pack's senses. Blood, however, was too strong a scent to hide even on a new moon. He would have to ditch the shirt and find a place to lay low for a couple of days. It wasn't too uncommon for young males like him to wonder off. His family would just think he was courting female wolves…or males. Taboos for immortals were few when it came to sex. So long as Malik had pups at some point his parents were happy.

"You're an idiot." Malik said, placing his hand back over his new wound.

Altaïr just shrugged, "You didn't complain earlier." And he smirked.

"Earlier, I was more than a little distracted." He wasn't even going to lie about it, "But now I have to find a new shirt. If this leaves a scar, I'm kicking your ass."

"You liked it." Altaïr just brushed him off, not seeming to understand or care about how the situation would affect Malik. The wolf gave a slight growl but that was it. He stood on shaky legs and pulled his bloodied shirt off. That got the vampire interested, "And I thought you were mad." He teased as hooked fingers in the front of Malik's pants.

"I am, you stupid leech." Malik shoved him away. Vampires and werewolves seemed to have a bit of a body language barrier. Another reason the two species didn't hook up very often. "I can't just walk around with a bloody shirt. Someone will see—

"And ask questions and blah, blah, blah. I know the drill." Altaïr rolled his eyes. He really had no sense of caution. Even if the relationship was just about sex, there were still rules. At least, there were in the pack. Malik had no idea what the penalties for interspecies relations were for vampires. They may not even have any, since vampires were a largely solitary creature, barely able to tolerate share an entire half of a city. Still, the concept of utter anarchy was too foreign for Malik to understand. There must be some type of leader, right?

"Well, you have successfully ruined your chances of getting laid a second time tonight. I'm going to go burn this. See you later." Malik said and made to walk off.

Altaïr grabbed his arm, "You know," he breathed as he pulled Malik against his chest, "I could just make you fuck me again." And the wolf could hear the smug grin on Altaïr's face.

Malik just rolled his eyes, pretending to be unaffected and pulled away easily, "You and I both know how that would turn out. Don't kid yourself."

Altaïr chuckled and let the werewolf go. Malik waved as he left the vampire to his own devises, sticking to the back alleys and slowly making his way to a friend's apartment where he would hunker down for the next few days and likely steal a shirt from.

And that's all I got. I have an idea to make this a rather complex story but if yall think it's a flop lemme know. I read all the comments and take each one into consideration! :D