Solo
Title: Solo
Pairing: Altair with mentions of Malik
Rating: MA 15+
Disclaimer: Don’t own anything.
Summary: Altair is still a man underneath the weapon.
Guilt is a strong, useful emotion, one of two that Altair allows himself to feel. After all he is a weapon first and for most for the brotherhood. A weapon that is all deadly focus and swift justice to those who caused chaos, but every so often the man needs to be let out. it is the man that has brought him to this point.
Sweat beaded on Altair’s skin making it glisten in the light. Soft moans escaped from between clenched teeth as the tension built slowly up the base of his spine and heat pooled in his belly. He had put it off for as long as possible but Altair was desperate; it had been too long since he had been touched by anyone, but this couldn’t compare to what he had lost in one snap second decision.
Inserting a second finger and stretching them apart forced a gasp from his lips as he rocked his hips back in a weak imitation of the act that use to ground him in Malik’s strong arms. He imagined that it was Malik’s fingers inside him and that any moment now they would be replaced with Malik’s cock, stretching his ass even further.
Twisting his fingers sharply to hit that spot inside himself that was sure to bring him over the edge and give him the release he needed. Altair reached his other hand under his body to fist his weeping cock. His knees trembled as he arched his back to spread himself just that little bit more and get a better angle. Malik’s face flashed across his minds eye as his climax hit and Altair had to bit his pillow to stop the scream of Malik’s name as it left his lips. His come shot out of his cock to drench his cupped palm which he then used to easy the way on the last few tugs of his orgasm.
Altair was trembling all over in the aftermath, but the glow was sort lived as the absence of warm arms that would pull him close and hands that used to stroke Altair’s back as he came down and curl himself as close as possible. But what Altair missed most was Malik’s soft, smooth voice that could, without fail convince him that it was ok to stop being a weapon and just be a man if only for just a little while.
Grief welled up in his chest when he thought about all that they could have been and knowing without a shadow of a doubt that Malik would never forgive him for Solomon’s Temple and the death of his brother.
Here while he is alone Altair can face the emotions that he can not show out side the privacy of his own room. Curled up on his side he allowed all the grief over Malik to well up in his chest, all the betrayal over his former master to settle in his belly and all his feelings of regret over these things to leave a bad taste in his mouth. He takes a few more minutes to pull himself together and put the man back inside the box and once more becoming the weapon that the brotherhood needs him to be.
With determination Altair gets up to clean himself off and gets dressed before heading out to collect his next mission. With any luck it will be months before the man needs attention again. Months before he has to come face to face with his loneliness again.
A/N : Short I know but it will help me read the crowd so to speak. Feel free to point out any mistakes. R&R please :)