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"Kadar~…"

The young assassin was awake at once upon hearing the whining voice so close to his ear. It wasn't very often that he was ripped out of his dreams like that. Eyes wide open, heart racing, he shot up, sitting straight on his bed.

Of course he had collided with the body on top of his in the process, both boys cursing.

"Tanakh! Don't scare me like that!" he hissed, tapping the younger boy's forehead with his palm, shoving him backwards, while rubbing his forehead with his other hand, "And what, for heaven's sake, are you doing in my room in the middle of the night?! It is still a few hours until sunrise!"

"I know…" Tanakh whined, wiggling around on the bed, feeling uncomfortable under his friend's intense stare, "But… I can't sleep… I'm not tired…"

Kadar sighed, stern look disappearing from his face as he slipped out from underneath the blankets. Gently, he patted Tanakh's head, feeling once again reminded of the first years they had spent together, both of them still children.

"You know you're acting like a small child, don't you?"

Tanakh almost beamed at him upon hearing the change in his voice, knowing that he had won and wouldn't be bored and alone anymore. With the grace of an assassin he jumped from the bed, sending the other a grin over his shoulder.

"I know…" he whispered, grin spreading even wider as he watched Kadar stretch his body, sore from the training, "But it's the best way to get you out of bed, Kadar!"

I'm your weakness, aren't I?

Kadar sighed, not knowing how to respond, asking himself the unspoken question, knowing exactly what the answer was. He couldn't say No to the younger novice, the boy even able to control him as he wished. Well, at least within reason.

Scratching the back of his head, he went over to the chest on the other side of the room, in which his little belongings and robes were stored. He rummaged through the contents briefly, pulling out a sleeveless shirt with a hood, throwing it at Tanakh who snatched it out of the air.

"Your father would kill me if you got sick again…" Kadar explained as he watched the younger assassin pulling the shirt over his head. Tanakh grinned as he arranged the piece of clothing. The shirt was a lot too wide for him. He noticed the difference of their build occasionally, especially at times like this.

Kadar was training much more than most other novices, including Tanakh himself. He aimed to be a master, like both their fathers. Their, sometimes, overprotective ones, he had to admit.

"Well, he wouldn't really kill you… only torment you mentally… And, in return, would be punished by your father…" Tanakh sighed, shaking his head.

Kadar only shrugged, chuckling.

"Allah, we are one strange family…"

"Now, that we are already talking about family…" Tanakh whispered, grinning with a glint in his eyes that already made Kadar predict the mischief he was planning, "Let's find out what our fathers are doing…"

A squeak destroyed the complete silence of the fortress of Masyaf, followed by a muffled "Hmpf!" as Kadar pressed his hand over Tanakh's mouth to keep him from shouting.

"Shh!" he hissed, leaning against a wall to hide in the shadows, eyes almost glowing in the dark, "Keep silent or someone will notice we aren't in our rooms."

Tanakh nodded, eyes still wide and never leaving the spider that dangled down from the ceiling right in front of his face.

"Take it 'way…" he whined as soon as the hand was gone from his mouth, stepping back and to the side to hide behind the older assassin, who only shook his head in disbelief. Kadar took the little black creature, setting it onto the floor gently. It disappeared within seconds and Tanakh sighed, finally relaxing again. He grinned helplessly at Kadar, blushing slightly, embarrassed.

"I… can't believe that a novice like you is afraid of little spiders!" Kadar groaned, returning to walk through the halls of the fortress, leaving door after door behind them.

A sound which he couldn't quite identify made him stop dead in his tracks, causing Tanakh to almost run into him.

"Kadar?"

"Shh!" he hissed, moving towards the door from which he had heard the noise. His father's room… The noise repeated itself a few times and he finally could determine it as silent whispers, mixed with heavy breathing.

"What the…?" Tanakh breathed, pressing his ear against the wooden door. His eyes grey wide within seconds and he moved away from the door, staring at Kadar.

"There's someone in there! Other than your father, I mean!"

"Damn it… We have to somehow look inside without being seen… Ah, the balcony!"

"Kadar, wait for me!"

It took them only a few minutes to get out and to the wall of the fortress, the balcony of Altair's room right above their heads, only one story above the ground. Kadar gulped and scaled the wall, hands trembling. He had been good at climbing buildings since the beginning and had scaled almost every building of Masyaf until now… but the assassins' fortress was something completely different…

Panting, he hauled himself up and onto the stone balcony. As soon as he noticed Tanakh having problems, he pulled him up by the wrist, careful as to not make any sound that could give them away. If there was an enemy of the assassins in there, he'd attack them.

The novices wouldn't stand a change at all.

The noises were louder out on the balcony, with only a large piece of fabric between them and Altair's room, working as some sort of curtain when it was hot outside.

Kadar, being the braver one, inched closer, pushing the curtain aside only enough for him to be able to look inside.

He tensed immediately, fighting back a small gasp. Kadar could hear Tanakh stepping closer – but the older one wasn't able to move an inch. He felt like frozen even though he didn't want the younger one to see the scene in front of them.

Altair was lying on his back, while Malik sat on top of him, the dark blanket only covering their hips barely enough. It was still clear what was going on between them.

Malik was whispering the master's name, breathless, as he rocked against him, both assassins having shut their eyes tightly. Sweat was dripping from them, beads forming at the back of their necks, chests and backs glistening in the dim light of a candle. Altair had both his hands gripping onto Malik's hips, most likely bruising. Malik almost scratched at the master's chest, making him hiss.

Altair bucked, causing Malik to cry out in both surprise and sheer pleasure. Kadar reached out behind him the same instant, putting his hand over Tanakh's eyes to keep him from seeing what was about to happen as far as he knew.

He himself couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight, feeling slightly guilty as he watched the shudder that ran through Malik's body. The one-armed assassin moaned Altair's name, leaning down to press a fierce kiss onto the other's lips as both of them came at the same time.

Only as Malik slumped forwards, lying on to master assassin completely now, eyes closed and breath reagged, could Kadar move again. He noticed, frowning, that he had been holding his breath the whole time.

His eyes met Tanakh's as he turned around and let his hand drop down to his side. He could almost see the questions in them.

"Look… for yourself…" he whispered, stepping aside so Tanakh could catch a glimpse of their fathers kissing and laughing, Altair stroking the stump of Malik's left arm gently, lovingly, but also teasing.

"What… are they doing?" Tanakh finally dared to ask the older assassin, sitting back against the wall next to the curtain, face flushed. Kadar kneeled in front of him, seriousness in his eyes and on his face.

"Don't ever tell anyone, but… seems as if they share a… certain kind of relationship… It's pretty much obvious that they… love each other…"

It was hard to explain things he didn't really understood himself. He had seen some assassins as they slept with their women…. But it was certainly different now, watching his own father bed another man.

Tanakh still nodded, faint smile on his lips. He peaked into the room once again, enjoying how peaceful the two assassins would look together, curled tightly around each other and talking in hushed voices, almost drifting off to sleep.

But suddenly he noticed Altair's body tensing, eyes flickering around the room.

"What's wrong, habibi?" Malik murmured, yawning sleepily.

"Someone's out there…" he hissed. His instincts weren't the only ones who were activated upon sensing a threat. Kadar had ushered Tanakh from the balcony and into the shadows. They were lucky that Altair was too exhausted to use his eagle vision yet.

Back pressed flat against the wall, Kadar observed Altair as the master looked around, gaze trailing over the grounds beneath him. The assassin visibly relaxed upon neither hearing nor seeing anything suspicious or out of order. He didn't notice his own son standing in the shadows a few feet away from him.

He just stood there motionless, only wearing a pair of pants that hung loosely at his hips. His gaze was fixed at the night's sky, the stars, as he inhaled deeply before once again turning around and entering his room.

"I'm going to look after the boys in case someone attacked them…"

Kadar bit his tongue, trying to bury the shock somewhere, where it wouldn't show up again. He would never make it to his quarters before Altair arrived there. The possibility to do so and even find Tanakh on the way was even close to nonexistent. Panicking, he leaned around the corner and looked into the room.

Before Altair could have even put on his robes, Malik had blocked his way, still naked. His right hand gripped Altair's arm tightly, keeping him in place. Kadar was glad that Altair's body blocked his view. He had already seen enough – there was no need to look at his father's lover's naked body now.

"Stop, habibi… Kadar will surely be with Tanakh… They'll be safe together… Just have faith in them now…"

Malik leaned forward, kissing Altair to stop him from thinking further. Kadar couldn't help but stare at how… perfect the two of them looked together. Far better than his mother with any man he had seen her with…

The boy gasped as his eyes were met by Malik's. In the Dai's eyes was the glint of mischief he knew oh-so-well from Tanakh. Truly father and son. The novice's noise was effectively covered up by Malik's moan as the younger master ground his hips against his lover's.

"Again… so eager… already…?" Malik forced out, arm around the other's waist.

Kadar blushed as he watched Malik forcing the master onto the bed, whispering something into his ear that made Altair's eyes darken with lust.

But Malik parted from him without another word, heading towards the balcony and stepping through the curtain. Kadar averted his eyes, avoiding to look at the Dai's body. What an embarrassing situation…

"Well, little one…" a husky voice whispered into his ear, "Enough of the spying for today… You've found out too much already… And I'm quite sure that you aren't too eager on finding out even more now…"

Noticing the smirk, the signs he was given, Kadar only nodded and turned around, jumping from the balcony and almost fleeing into the darkness.

The next time Tanakh would ask him to leave his quarters in the middle of the night to sneak around, he'd just say no to the younger assassin. He wouldn't get himself into troubles like this again.
He knew very well, that he was trying to lie to himself.

In reality he was almost looking forwards to spy on his father and his lover again.

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"Kadar~…"

The young assassin was awake at once upon hearing the whining voice so close to his ear. It wasn't very often that he was ripped out of his dreams like that. Eyes wide open, heart racing, he shot up, sitting straight on his bed.

Of course he had collided with the body on top of his in the process, both boys cursing.

"Tanakh! Don't scare me like that!" he hissed, tapping the younger boy's forehead with his palm, shoving him backwards, while rubbing his forehead with his other hand, "And what, for heaven's sake, are you doing in my room in the middle of the night?! It is still a few hours until sunrise!"

"I know…" Tanakh whined, wiggling around on the bed, feeling uncomfortable under his friend's intense stare, "But… I can't sleep… I'm not tired…"

Kadar sighed, stern look disappearing from his face as he slipped out from underneath the blankets. Gently, he patted Tanakh's head, feeling once again reminded of the first years they had spent together, both of them still children.

"You know you're acting like a small child, don't you?"

Tanakh almost beamed at him upon hearing the change in his voice, knowing that he had won and wouldn't be bored and alone anymore. With the grace of an assassin he jumped from the bed, sending the other a grin over his shoulder.

"I know…" he whispered, grin spreading even wider as he watched Kadar stretch his body, sore from the training, "But it's the best way to get you out of bed, Kadar!"

I'm your weakness, aren't I?

Kadar sighed, not knowing how to respond, asking himself the unspoken question, knowing exactly what the answer was. He couldn't say No to the younger novice, the boy even able to control him as he wished. Well, at least within reason.

Scratching the back of his head, he went over to the chest on the other side of the room, in which his little belongings and robes were stored. He rummaged through the contents briefly, pulling out a sleeveless shirt with a hood, throwing it at Tanakh who snatched it out of the air.

"Your father would kill me if you got sick again…" Kadar explained as he watched the younger assassin pulling the shirt over his head. Tanakh grinned as he arranged the piece of clothing. The shirt was a lot too wide for him. He noticed the difference of their build occasionally, especially at times like this.

Kadar was training much more than most other novices, including Tanakh himself. He aimed to be a master, like both their fathers. Their, sometimes, overprotective ones, he had to admit.

"Well, he wouldn't really kill you… only torment you mentally… And, in return, would be punished by your father…" Tanakh sighed, shaking his head.

Kadar only shrugged, chuckling.

"Allah, we are one strange family…"

"Now, that we are already talking about family…" Tanakh whispered, grinning with a glint in his eyes that already made Kadar predict the mischief he was planning, "Let's find out what our fathers are doing…"

A squeak destroyed the complete silence of the fortress of Masyaf, followed by a muffled "Hmpf!" as Kadar pressed his hand over Tanakh's mouth to keep him from shouting.

"Shh!" he hissed, leaning against a wall to hide in the shadows, eyes almost glowing in the dark, "Keep silent or someone will notice we aren't in our rooms."

Tanakh nodded, eyes still wide and never leaving the spider that dangled down from the ceiling right in front of his face.

"Take it 'way…" he whined as soon as the hand was gone from his mouth, stepping back and to the side to hide behind the older assassin, who only shook his head in disbelief. Kadar took the little black creature, setting it onto the floor gently. It disappeared within seconds and Tanakh sighed, finally relaxing again. He grinned helplessly at Kadar, blushing slightly, embarrassed.

"I… can't believe that a novice like you is afraid of little spiders!" Kadar groaned, returning to walk through the halls of the fortress, leaving door after door behind them.

A sound which he couldn't quite identify made him stop dead in his tracks, causing Tanakh to almost run into him.

"Kadar?"

"Shh!" he hissed, moving towards the door from which he had heard the noise. His father's room… The noise repeated itself a few times and he finally could determine it as silent whispers, mixed with heavy breathing.

"What the…?" Tanakh breathed, pressing his ear against the wooden door. His eyes grey wide within seconds and he moved away from the door, staring at Kadar.

"There's someone in there! Other than your father, I mean!"

"Damn it… We have to somehow look inside without being seen… Ah, the balcony!"

"Kadar, wait for me!"

It took them only a few minutes to get out and to the wall of the fortress, the balcony of Altair's room right above their heads, only one story above the ground. Kadar gulped and scaled the wall, hands trembling. He had been good at climbing buildings since the beginning and had scaled almost every building of Masyaf until now… but the assassins' fortress was something completely different…

Panting, he hauled himself up and onto the stone balcony. As soon as he noticed Tanakh having problems, he pulled him up by the wrist, careful as to not make any sound that could give them away. If there was an enemy of the assassins in there, he'd attack them.

The novices wouldn't stand a change at all.

The noises were louder out on the balcony, with only a large piece of fabric between them and Altair's room, working as some sort of curtain when it was hot outside.

Kadar, being the braver one, inched closer, pushing the curtain aside only enough for him to be able to look inside.

He tensed immediately, fighting back a small gasp. Kadar could hear Tanakh stepping closer – but the older one wasn't able to move an inch. He felt like frozen even though he didn't want the younger one to see the scene in front of them.

Altair was lying on his back, while Malik sat on top of him, the dark blanket only covering their hips barely enough. It was still clear what was going on between them.

Malik was whispering the master's name, breathless, as he rocked against him, both assassins having shut their eyes tightly. Sweat was dripping from them, beads forming at the back of their necks, chests and backs glistening in the dim light of a candle. Altair had both his hands gripping onto Malik's hips, most likely bruising. Malik almost scratched at the master's chest, making him hiss.

Altair bucked, causing Malik to cry out in both surprise and sheer pleasure. Kadar reached out behind him the same instant, putting his hand over Tanakh's eyes to keep him from seeing what was about to happen as far as he knew.

He himself couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight, feeling slightly guilty as he watched the shudder that ran through Malik's body. The one-armed assassin moaned Altair's name, leaning down to press a fierce kiss onto the other's lips as both of them came at the same time.

Only as Malik slumped forwards, lying on to master assassin completely now, eyes closed and breath reagged, could Kadar move again. He noticed, frowning, that he had been holding his breath the whole time.

His eyes met Tanakh's as he turned around and let his hand drop down to his side. He could almost see the questions in them.

"Look… for yourself…" he whispered, stepping aside so Tanakh could catch a glimpse of their fathers kissing and laughing, Altair stroking the stump of Malik's left arm gently, lovingly, but also teasing.

"What… are they doing?" Tanakh finally dared to ask the older assassin, sitting back against the wall next to the curtain, face flushed. Kadar kneeled in front of him, seriousness in his eyes and on his face.

"Don't ever tell anyone, but… seems as if they share a… certain kind of relationship… It's pretty much obvious that they… love each other…"

It was hard to explain things he didn't really understood himself. He had seen some assassins as they slept with their women…. But it was certainly different now, watching his own father bed another man.

Tanakh still nodded, faint smile on his lips. He peaked into the room once again, enjoying how peaceful the two assassins would look together, curled tightly around each other and talking in hushed voices, almost drifting off to sleep.

But suddenly he noticed Altair's body tensing, eyes flickering around the room.

"What's wrong, habibi?" Malik murmured, yawning sleepily.

"Someone's out there…" he hissed. His instincts weren't the only ones who were activated upon sensing a threat. Kadar had ushered Tanakh from the balcony and into the shadows. They were lucky that Altair was too exhausted to use his eagle vision yet.

Back pressed flat against the wall, Kadar observed Altair as the master looked around, gaze trailing over the grounds beneath him. The assassin visibly relaxed upon neither hearing nor seeing anything suspicious or out of order. He didn't notice his own son standing in the shadows a few feet away from him.

He just stood there motionless, only wearing a pair of pants that hung loosely at his hips. His gaze was fixed at the night's sky, the stars, as he inhaled deeply before once again turning around and entering his room.

"I'm going to look after the boys in case someone attacked them…"

Kadar bit his tongue, trying to bury the shock somewhere, where it wouldn't show up again. He would never make it to his quarters before Altair arrived there. The possibility to do so and even find Tanakh on the way was even close to nonexistent. Panicking, he leaned around the corner and looked into the room.

Before Altair could have even put on his robes, Malik had blocked his way, still naked. His right hand gripped Altair's arm tightly, keeping him in place. Kadar was glad that Altair's body blocked his view. He had already seen enough – there was no need to look at his father's lover's naked body now.

"Stop, habibi… Kadar will surely be with Tanakh… They'll be safe together… Just have faith in them now…"

Malik leaned forward, kissing Altair to stop him from thinking further. Kadar couldn't help but stare at how… perfect the two of them looked together. Far better than his mother with any man he had seen her with…

The boy gasped as his eyes were met by Malik's. In the Dai's eyes was the glint of mischief he knew oh-so-well from Tanakh. Truly father and son. The novice's noise was effectively covered up by Malik's moan as the younger master ground his hips against his lover's.

"Again… so eager… already…?" Malik forced out, arm around the other's waist.

Kadar blushed as he watched Malik forcing the master onto the bed, whispering something into his ear that made Altair's eyes darken with lust.

But Malik parted from him without another word, heading towards the balcony and stepping through the curtain. Kadar averted his eyes, avoiding to look at the Dai's body. What an embarrassing situation…

"Well, little one…" a husky voice whispered into his ear, "Enough of the spying for today… You've found out too much already… And I'm quite sure that you aren't too eager on finding out even more now…"

Noticing the smirk, the signs he was given, Kadar only nodded and turned around, jumping from the balcony and almost fleeing into the darkness.

The next time Tanakh would ask him to leave his quarters in the middle of the night to sneak around, he'd just say no to the younger assassin. He wouldn't get himself into troubles like this again.
He knew very well, that he was trying to lie to himself.

In reality he was almost looking forwards to spy on his father and his lover again.