The Problem With The Animus | By : A.K.O.Shifting-Shadow Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 7514 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Chapter One
Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed, If I did I would probably have all three meet in the game. XD that would be awesome. The two awesome assassin's with Desmond fighting crime and the evil Templar's on all the corners of the world! LOL. Moving on, I get no profit for this fan fiction. WARNING: INCLUDES SLASH, YAOI, MAN ON MAN. IF YOU DON'T LIKE THAT KIND OF THING, DON'T READ. You may have noticed I've included foreign languages, I do not speak either Arabic or Italian, I have had to use google translate and other things, please let me know if I've typed something wrong. Thanks!Dark auburn eyes stared unblinkingly at the corner of the room. There sat a small chest, it was only about 30 cm's in width and height, its smooth wooden surface decorated by the most thinnest and delicate gold, intricately designed into a beautiful flowery pattern. It was a simple, harmless wooden box. Yet those dark eyes continued to stare as if pulling the box apart piece by piece, with just the power of thought.
The brown haired man, had become so engrossed with his determination to destroy this box with his mind, he barely registered the sound of a door opening and closing. Nor did he bother to look up as a dark foreboding shadow fell over him. The man gasped as a strong, calloused hand gripped his jaw firmly, turning his face to meet the newcomers, amber eyes glinted dangerously. "I said, why are you staring at that blasted thing. It is too dangerous, giving it your attention increases its hold over you, Ezio. Do you not ever listen to me?" The dark haired man growled his scared lip twisting into a snarl. Ezio smiled weakly, "Mi dispiace, Altair, I became distracted. It will not happen again." Ezio, slowly stood as Altair stepped away to allow him to stand. "Do we have another mission, Mi amico?" He asked stretching to get his blood flowing again. " Maledizione, I have been sitting there for a while." He muttered, before glancing expectantly at Altair. The Arabian stood glaring slightly. "Yes we have another mission, another templar has arrived in town, he is already causing a stir with his words. We have been asked to silence him and as many of his associates and men as we can." Altair informed. "However, if you are too distracted, I will have to hide the chest and complete this job on my own." "No, I am fine, I will not be distracted again, Mi amico." Ezio answered quickly, making sure his weapons were in place. "Where about is the target going to be?" He asked. Altair smirked, "The Grand Hall of Florence (Author note:-I have no idea about Florence so I just wrote this ^.^), we will scout the area, take out any potential threats and targets along the way, then we strike the templar. I will take the left and you the right. We will meet on the rooftops nearby to the Hall, to discuss what we've found and how to proceed. Any questions?" "No, no questions. But I have one thing to say. Come back safely, il mio amore." Ezio whispered, delivering a gentle kiss to the mans scared lips. He moved to pull away, but the Arabian grabbed the back of this neck and held him in place as Altair kissed him. The Arabian nibbled on his lip, making Ezio gasp, then moan as the Grand Assassin took the initiative and moved his tongue into the Italians mouth. Ezio whimpered as the Arabian caressed the roof of his mouth with his talented tongue, encouraging the Italian to kiss back. Ezio was happy to oblige, wrapping his arms around the man's shoulders, a hand gripping the back of Altair's hood. A battle of dominance began, tongues duelling, but the Arabian proved the victor, his free hand moving down to caress Ezio's firm cheeks. Only when they became desperate for air, did the Arabian pull back, breathes mingling as both panted for air. Altair snarled. "Don't start something we cannot finish, habibi." Ezio smirked. "We can finish it later il mio amore." He whispered into the mans ear. He disengaged himself from the Arabian and straightened out his clothing. "So I will take right? Whilst you take left?" Altair nodded. "Molto Bene, I will meet you later on the roofs in front of the Hall of Florence." He said, before leaving the room. Bidding farewell to Leonardo, he slipped into the street, wandering casually through the crowd. He smiled as he saw the tell-tale sign of a white cloak disappear into the crowd. Knowing that Altair was on his part of the mission, Ezio turned to his. Gently he pushed through the crowd listening to any conversations as he passed. There was much gossip about the newcomer, some liked him and his new rules, promising protection and safety. But others doubted and hated the man. It seemed he was surrounded dangerous looking men. But Ezio knew he could only get so much information by snatches of conversations. As he approached the Hall, he glanced around activating his 'eagle vision'. Any potential targets should be highlighted with gold. He scanned the crowd carefully, until the tell-tale sign shimmered. Slowly, he strolled towards the target and realised it was a spokesman, promoting the new templar. "He promised peace from the thieves, whores and assassins. He will make this a better, more civilised Florence…" Ezio sighed, listening to the man ranting on, manipulating his words to try and persuade the crowd to join him, only a few were listening however, making his lips twitch into a smirk. Eventually the man moved, walking away from the crowd, unaware of the stalker he'd picked up. Ezio tailed the man into a private alley before daring to strike. As he gripped the man from behind, the guy tried to elbow him, making little headway due to Ezio's armour. Ezio twisted his grip around the man's neck, cutting the blood supply to his head. "Tell me what I need to know Signore. What are you and your boss planning?" Ezio demanded. The man gasped, struggling to get free. " I'll tell you nothing." Ezio smirked. "I admit you are a level up compared to the last of my targets, but each man has his weakness. I wonder what yours is?" He asked, rhetorically. "Let's find out." The Italian then proceeded to beat the man, first releasing his strangle hold and kicking the man off his feet, he then proceeded to kick and stomp the man, until the man curled up into a ball and whimpered with each strike. Dragging the man to his feet he asked again. "What is you leader planning?" The man gasped. "He is after the assassin's, he knows you are threats to his plans. He is turning the people against you so that when he strikes you have no-one to turn to." He whimpered as Ezio pushed a hand hard into his bruised chest. "He is going to target you one by one. He knows who you are, Ezio Auditore. He will strike you first, he knows you are the heart of the assassins." "Is that all?" Ezio snarled. "He plans to strike Monteriggioni and kill you and everyone else who stands in his way. The assassins will fall and the templar's will be victorious." The man practically bragged. "We templar's will live forever in stories and songs, you assassins will be forgotten." "Si, that may be so, but you will not be among them." Ezio stated and then activated his hidden blades. He was a good distance away by the time the dead body hit the floor and screams resounded. The day passed slowly, as he listened to the guards talking, the people gossiping and the templar's chatting. By the time it was time to meet with Altair he had learned much. "Il mio amore. It seems the templar's have even bigger plans this time. They know me as a threat to them. It is no secret that I am Ezio Auditore, apparently I am the heart of the assassins. They will target me to make the assassins loose hope, before targeting us one by one. The templar's are on high guard, they know we will try to strike them and their leader. They have covered almost every possible entrance." Ezio stated as the Arabian sat by him. "There is a secret passage way we could use. We would need to sneak by the guards but once we are past, the secret passage is hidden down an alleyway." Altair stated. "The guards are weary and paranoid, it will be," Altair paused, "difficult but manageable if we play this smart." Ezio nodded. "Si, the whores and thieves would provide a good distraction if only for a second. We can then sneak past and into the building. The only issue is what we may encounter inside. It would not be an assumption to assume he is heavily guarded, even in the safety of the Hall. After all we assassin have made a name for ourselves striking our targets in their places of safety." Altair nodded. "We must stick together through this, if we separate we may not be able to help each other. We only separate in for dire reasons." He warned. "Si, we will make it out." Ezio nodded. "I will find the thieves, you find the whores." Ezio stood and reached the edge of the building, preparing for the 'leap of faith'. "Altair, I hope we will not need to separate for dire reasons, il mio amore, I will see you later." With that Ezio jumped landing perfectly into the hay. (How does that work? How can they hit a box from so high up and not smash through the bottom? O.O Anyway, back to the story.) Quickly the both gather the whores and thieves directing them to distract as many guards and templar's as they could before daring to slip into the alleyway. Ezio watched in fascination as Altair pulled the Golden skull that no-one had ever noticed, (O.o) the circular floor panel slid open and the two assassins slipped into the tunnels below. Ezio landed with a thud, glancing up he noticed Altair had already wandered down the tunnel and was analysing the ruins. "Mio Amico, wait up." He called quickly striding towards the master assassin. Altair looked at the Italian, his lips twitching. "You should keep up Ezio." He simply stated before moving further into the tunnels at a sprint. Ezio laughed before joining his partner. "Si, maybe I should but we shall see which assassin has the better skills mio amico." He chuckled. Together they free-ran over any and all obstacles, each trying to out do the other. As they had their private competition, they took out all the guards in the tunnels, ensuring that their target was unaware of his approaching death. Altair attacked from above, whilst Ezio fought hand to hand and sword to sword. Working together they were able to clear the tunnels of the majority of the templar's and soldiers. They raced forward into the higher tunnels, being led by the torches. Their vision suffered due to the darkness of their environment, forcing them to activate 'eagle vision'. Slowing down to a walk, they both became aware of a conversation going on nearby. Crouching, Altair signed for Ezio to do the same and to approach the small port hole, so they could watch the proceedings. "Is there any sign of those bastardis?" A pompous voice demanded. "The assassin's will come I am sure, but I was certain they would arrive sooner than this." The man who had spoken, was a rather gruesome individual, his face was littered with scars, his skin was pale and hairy. His dark brown hair was greasy, laying flat over his head, he brown eyes glinting maliciously at the gathered men. Over the top of his horrid visage he wore purple clothes. Grimacing in disgust Ezio allowed Altair to look through the hole. The Arabian showed no signs of disgust but Ezio was sure his eyes would betray his feelings. "Mi dispiace, sir, our men have been ordered to look out for any suspicious individuals, but they have found none." A small, nervous man answered, seemingly cowering away from the large man. He shivered, lowering his head, allowing grey strands of hair to cover his face. His blue eyes glistened with fear. "But do not fear, your men are the best there are, they will find them." The ugly man smiled, making Ezio struggle not to retch, when he showed decayed teeth, the assassins didn't dare imagine what his breath would be like. "Yes my men are the best. They will find them, until then we will have to keep watch." He muttered. "Dismissed." He muttered, flapping his arm to wave them away. The gathered men were happy to oblige, disappearing quickly. Altair glanced at the Italian assassin and nodded towards their target. Both men dropped into the room, Ezio landed behind the target, whilst Altair blocked the exit. Quickly Ezio struck, watching the man fall with a surprised gasp. "Mio Amico, that was too easy." Ezio whispered. Altair slipped over and checked the man, "He is dead, this is the target we were told. I do not understand." He muttered, looking up at Ezio, his amber eyes showing his confusion. "Maledizione, we will have to solve this mystery later, the soldiers are coming!" Ezio whispered. Both assassins listened to the sound of approaching footsteps, clanking armour and vicious talking. Quickly the launch up into the tunnel they had arrived in, racing back through the dark caverns and to the exit. As they climbed out of the hidden entrance and wandered from the immediate area, the bell went, alerting the guards to the mans death. Glancing at each other, they both nodded. Ezio raced quickly to the nearest ladder and climbed to the top, he sprinted over the rooftops, ducking scaffolding and diving away from the guards without alerting them. He jumped the gaps and quickly jogged over the wires connecting some of the buildings, before jumping down and sliding into Leonardo's workshop. Panting he nodded to the artist and slid onto a chair. "Mio Amico, the deed is done. Altair has gone the other way to confuse them. He should return soon." He told the man, before sitting and waiting for his friend and lover to return. It was a very tired Arabian that returned to the workshop, Altair had taken the direction that unfortunately had all the brutes. Every time he had thought he had lost one, another was just around the corner. It took a long time to trick the men into thinking he had vanished. Seekers were searching haystacks and soldiers posted themselves in every available spot. Altair considered himself lucky, the soldiers had been distracted by a bunch of thieves. If Altair saw them again, he would thank them. He slid into the room and was quickly embraced by a worried Italian. "Maledizione, you were so long, what happened?" Ezio's heavily accented voice asked. Altair sighed, gripping the younger man firmly. "They were everywhere it took me a while to loose them." He muttered. He looked at Ezio, glancing into the dark eyes that displayed every emotion. Ezio may be a grand assassin, yet to the Arabian, he still had such an innocence about him. "I believe you said that we would finish something." He stated, leering at the slightly smaller man. The Italian blushed under the grand assassins stare. "Si, Il Mio Amore. I did." Altair manoeuvred the both of them into the guest room, which had becomes theirs permanantly. Gripping Ezio's hair firmly he pushed the Italians head to meet his, the lips smashing together, causing Ezio to gasp. Altair moved forward, towards the bed. Ezio felt the back of his knees hit the bed, before he fell backwards. He pulled the Arabian down with him, gripping Altair's Assassin robes hard. Finally the need for air became too much, both men parting with a gasp. Altair turned his attention to the tempting throat that lay exposed before him. Nibbling at the smooth column, he smirked at the gasp, his hands slowly unclasping Ezio's robe, revealing the aristocratic clothes. Smiling, Altair stripped those off too, he licked his lips hungrily as Ezios hardened pebbles came into view. Giving into his instinct he nipped and sucked the nubs, smirking at the moans and whines coming from the other assassin. "Altair…Ah!" Ezio cried out as Altair slid his hand into his trousers, arching helplessly in pleasure, he groaned. "Altair!" The Arab smirked as his calloused hand danced over the Italians hardened flesh. "Yes, Ezio?" He asked, chuckling at the insult thrown his way. "Well?" "Don't tease me Il Mio Amore!" Ezio whined. He moved his hands to the Altair's head and shoulders, pulling the Arabian closer to him. "Why am I the only one naked?" Without awaiting an answer, Ezio began undoing Altair's robe. Ezio managed to tear the white assassin robe off his lover pushing it to the side and out of the way. Eagerly he tugged at the clothes beneath, before finally being granted a view of the grand masters muscular chest. Altair moaned as a talented tongue played with his nubs, he gripped Ezio's hair and pulled, chuckling as Ezio whined at the loss of his treat. "Why don't you put your tongue to good use and lather these up well." He said placing three of his fingers onto Ezio's lips. The younger man eagerly sucked on the offered digits, lapping at them, making them nice an wet. Altair moaned as Ezio's tongue did suggestive and erotic things to his digits, before tugging them back out. Ezio shyly spread his legs as Altair nudged them, causing a smile to grace the normally stoic face of the Arab. "Easy Ezio, remember to relax." He whispered into the mans ear, licking the rim of the lobe as he pushed the first finger in to the Italian. Ezio gasped at the intrusion but willed himself to relax as the finger moved inside of him. Altair continued to whisper sweet nothings into his lovers ear as he prepared the man, he smirked lustfully as Ezio arched with a pleasure cry. "Found it." Ezio gasped. "Si prega di, Altair… don't tease…" He cried out as his prostrate was abused by Altair's talented fingers. Altair removed his fingers, smirking at the panting Italian. Ezio blinked when nothing happened, the haze of pleasure dispersing enough to look at Altair. The man was smirking, he turned to sit against the wall and gently pulled Ezio in front of him. Ezio took the hint and looked hungrily down at the Arabians flesh. Moving closer to the arousal, he sucked the head, taunting the Arabian for a few moments. A strong hand wrapped around the back of his head pulling him onto the pole of flesh. Ezio lapped eagerly at Altair's erection, his tongue teasing and stroking the sensitive skin in his mouth. Altair groaned appreciatively for the wet caresses bestowed to his arousal. It wasn't long before he felt close to shooting his load down the Italians throat. Tugging at the back of Ezio's neck, he had to hold in a groan of disappointment. He gasped as Ezio pinned him to the bed, a devious smirk on his face. He frowned slightly, wondering what the younger man was doing. He had never bottomed and had no intention of becoming the submissive. He remained stoic, even as Ezio gripped his pillar of flesh. But then the Italian straddled Altairs hips, his bottom sitting right over the Arabians arousal. Understanding dawning, Altair moved his hands to the Italians hips and pushed down. Smirking lustfully at the scream that came from Ezio as he was impaled, Altair let the younger man take control. "…Ah…Altair!" Ezio cried out as he found his own prostrate. Altair smirked, his hands gripped the mans hips firmly, making Ezio ride him. "Si prega di, finire ciò che hai cominciato." He cried out, screaming as Altair twisted them around and started pounding into him. "Altair… Dio… Ho intenzione di venire… Al….AH!" Altair panted, Ezio's withering and pleading was driving him closer to the edge. He wrapped a calloused hand around the younger mans erection, earning him a scream of pleasure. Leaning forward he licked Ezio's earlobe. "Come for me Ezio." Ezio became undone. He screamed his lovers name, for all to hear and he finally climaxed. Shamelessly withering to make it last. Altair groaned into his neck, filling his insides with warmth. Blinking tiredly, Ezio smiled as Altair pulled out, making them both groan. Altair pulled the younger man into his arms working the quilt over them both. "Mine." He stated holding the Italian in a tight hold. Ezio grinned. "Yours."Authors note:-
Well guys this is the second chapter, I won't give much away but for those who play the game and have read some of the stories there is a hint in there about how Altair is with Ezio but it is only a hint. You'll find out more next time! Well this is the first public yaoi I've ever written. O.O Hope you guys enjoy it. ^.^ Translation:- As I said in the disclaimer. I don't know if these are right, I did it through google translator, if anything is wrong let me know, please! Okay Maledizione - Damn it Signore - Mr Si - Yes Mio Amico - friend Mi dispiace - I'm sorry Molto Bene - Very Good Finire ciò che hai cominciato - finish what you started Ho intenzione di venire - I'm going to come. I think that is every translation. Well guys this is the second chapter!While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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