Bleeding Hearts

Chapter 1 - Ti amo

This is going to be a pretty dark fic so anyone that's not into that sort of thing should turn back now. This story will contain rape, sexually explicit content and violence. It is not for the faint of heart.

Now, let's head on in to the story:

The present time takes place during Assassin's Creed 2

I am not fluent in Italian so the translations are probably a bit off. However since I really wanted to use the Italian language in this story I went ahead and used it anyway.

Inner thoughts are in Italics

Warnings: Rape, bondage and explicit sexual content

Warehouse Hideout – 2012

"Has there been any change in his behavior since yesterday Shaun?"

The Brit stopped his insistent typing to look up at the tired looking blonde next to him. Lucy had apparently waited for Desmond to fall asleep to question the poor Englishman on his current condition. Shaun didn't know why she even bothered to ask, it's only been a day since he started closely monitoring him. For the past week, Shaun has barely seen a wink of sleep due to Desmond's current predicament.

"No. Did you really think he was going to get better overnight?" Shaun asked, a bit of sarcasm seeping into his voice.

Lucy looked towards the computer screen, not wanting to meet Shaun's critical eyes. "No. I was just hoping." Her own tiredness seeped through her blue eyes as Shaun lent back in his chair.

It had been a long week for everyone here at the base. Shaun worked well into the night as did Rebecca and Lucy. There were days where some of them would forget to eat or bathe. Now with this new problem with Desmond, the crew saw even less sleep. It was getting to the point where any one of them could drop from exhaustion at any moment.

"Do you have any ideas on how to fix this little problem?" Shaun asked as he got up from his seat, his back cracking almost painfully.

Lucy narrowed her eyes as she started to pace. "If I did, do you think I'd still be here?"

Her tone lit a match in Shaun's gut. The man had been busting his ass with database entries without so much as even a spot of tea to get him through the day. And this is how his comrade repays him for his efforts, with a catty remark?

Shaun felt his own temper flare as he turned to face Lucy. "Don't get snippy with me mate! You're not the only one that's under a lot of pressure here." He said, moving past her to leave the room and get something to drink. Preferably some scotch.

Her small hand on his shoulder stopped him. "I'm sorry Shaun…I didn't mean to snap at you. It's just been really stressful with the whole Desmond thing."

She actually did sound empathetic for once. Shaun relaxed his fiery stance as he ran a weary hand through his greasy hair. He really could go for a shower at the moment. Shaun resisted the urge to lift his arm and smell under his armpit.

He turned his directed eyes back to hers. "It's fine, just don't take your issues out on me. I've got my own fair share of shit to deal with around here."

Lucy remained quiet as she nodded her head at Shaun's words. While the Brit knew she carried the bulk of the stress around here that didn't give her clearway to take it out on everyone else. Specifically Shaun himself.

"Have you given any thought to alerting Desmond of his little problem?" Shaun asked while subconsciously already knowing the answer.

Lucy began to pace the room again as she chewed on her thumbnail. "Of course not. His mental state is already in the red zone. I'm not gonna add to that by telling him he's been reliving Ezio's memories in his sleep. At the moment, Desmond believes he's mentally stable and I'd like to keep it that way for now. The less stress on his mind, the better." She stopped her pacing to glare at a spot on the floor.

"Good point." Shaun agreed though everyone knew Desmond was going to find out sooner or later.

"Hey Lucy! You ready to go yet or what?" Rebecca yelled from the hallway.

"Just a sec!" she yelled back, grabbing something off a nearby table.

Shaun quirked his brow as she ran past him. "Hey, where you lot off to?" he asked as Lucy paused in the doorway.

"To get some more supplies. We'll try to be quick, but make sure you keep an eye on Desmond while we're gone ok?"

"We'll do." Shaun saluted with his two fingers as Lucy hastily ran out the door.

Great, leave me with the nutcase.

Shaun was quickly getting sick of being Desmond's babysitter. The reason he couldn't go to bed as often was because of Desmond's nightly sleep walks. It was his job to make sure the man didn't hurt himself while reliving his ancestor's memories. Honestly it was miracle that the man hadn't broken anything yet. During one of Desmond's most recent episodes, Shaun had to forcibly pull him down from the rafters before his attempted swan dive into a crate. A feat that nearly plummeted the two of them to their deaths.

With a weary sigh, Shaun dove back into his work, trying hard not to think about the loony Assassin.

Venice – 1476

Ezio kept vigilant as he watched the target from his hiding spot. This man was not one of his ordinary targets however. Ezio had no intention of killing him you see. No, far from it. At the moment, he was only studying him. Being watchful for any clues that might help with the puzzle. Ezio had to know for sure before he made any kind of advancement towards the man. He had to be certain.

The man is question was Leonardo Da Vinci, Master of many arts. He was also Ezio's best and foremost friend. The two have been nearly inseparable since the first day Ezio carried Leonardo's supplies back to his family's Palazzo. Since that very first meeting, Ezio has been enamored with lively artist. From his cheerful disposition to his love of everything art; Ezio was captivated by him. He even would go so far as to say that he loved him. Some would see this as love at first sight or star-crossed lovers if you would. To Ezio, it didn't matter what it was. He was in love with senior Da Vinci, plain and simple.

As for what Ezio had to be certain about; there's been an unsure rumor floating about Leonardo as of late. A rumor that could very well mean the world for Ezio's future with the painter. According to the gossipers down at the market, Leonardo has taken a keen interest in the male body. So much that he has even escorted some to the bedroom. That last rumor did not sit well with Ezio. But after some extensive interrogations from a few of Leonardo's models, that part turned out to be false. Though some of them did say that Leonardo had no quarrels with the idea of bedding another man. Ezio was greatly intrigued by that one. Of course the only man he will ever bed will be me.

So for the past week, Ezio followed Leonardo's every move. Being mindful of every minuscule thing he did and every diminutive person he talked to. So far, Ezio found no indignation that the rumors about Leonardo were true. It wasn't much help that Leonardo was overly friendly to every person he met on the streets, be it man or woman. Ezio wanted solid proof and these observant actions were getting him nowhere. He almost felt like asking the man up front and taking the direct approach. That felt like it was more up Ezio's alley of expertise. He was well known for directly asking women to bed with him and 9 times out of 10, it usually worked.

Leonardo should be no different. Ezio thought as he watched his soon-to-be lover return home to his workshop.

Warehouse Hideout – 2012

Desmond wasn't sure what brought him here night after night. It was starting to become like a pattern, standing here in the entrance and watching him work. He felt like a weirdo stalker for watching him like this, but the ex-bartender quickly pushed those thoughts aside. He wasn't stalking per se, he was just observing. From a distance. Without the other one knowing. And then maybe touching himself afterwards.

Fuck…I'm such a creep.

But Desmond couldn't help it. Something drew him to Shaun like a magnet. Like some unknown force was telling him that they were meant to be together. Desmond didn't know what to make of it. All his life, the only things that caused a spring in his pants were big tits and wet pussy. Hell he even had a few jackoff sessions of Lucy going down on him when they first met. But then Shaun came into the picture and messed everything up. He was like a hard shot of Tequila that spiced up Desmond's already bizarre life. The man hardly spared Desmond a glance and yet he quickly became the object of his every waking thought. His snarky remarks and blatant sarcasm had a weird charm to it that Desmond found irresistible. Maybe it was because that sarcasm provided a certain kind of challenge. One that Desmond had never encountered before. Or maybe it was the calculating look in Shaun's eye that sent the blood rushing straight to Desmond's cock.

Whatever it was, it drove Desmond up a fucking wall.

All Desmond wanted to do was be near him and yet Shaun always pushed him away. He wanted to get to know the Brit and see what was under that hard shell of his. It was obvious that Shaun's attitude was a wall he had built up to keep everyone out. Why that was, Desmond didn't have a clue. His only guess was that his bleak outlook originated from the ordeals that came with the Assassin lifestyle. Shaun's brash attitude only spurred Desmond's curiosity more it seemed. Despite the way Shaun treated him, Desmond wanted nothing more than to have Shaun as his. To hear that accent call out my name. To see him smile my way just once. To feel the skin under that damn librarian sweater.

To pound him into the wall until he can't walk straight. Desmond thought as he palmed the growing bulge in his jeans.

Oh yes, Desmond wanted that very much. If there was one thing that drove him nuts about Shaun, it was how hard he made him without even trying. Everything the man did got his motor revved. All it took was one crude remark and a certain glint his eyes and Desmond was as hard as a rock. That look made him want to tie Shaun to his bed and have his way with him. Every night. He wanted to see Shaun moaning like a bitch in heat and begging for more. Desmond had, on more than one occasion, touched himself to the image of a breathless Shaun panting underneath him. Desmond always imagined Shaun as a needy whore in the sack, a needy whore that was just for him.

But I can't even get to second base if the man refuses to talk to me.

Desmond watched as Shaun stretched his arms over his head before returning to his work like the busy worker bee that he was.

It couldn't hurt to try and talk to him right now. The girls seem to be gone and it's just the two of us here. Maybe this is the golden opportunity I've been waiting for.

Without warning a splitting pain ran through Desmond's temple as he grasped onto the doorframe.

The room began to shift and pixilate in Desmond's eyes as sweat started to drip from his brow. The walls became decorated with various paintings and architecture, almost like a museum. The man sitting at the computer desk remained working where he was except his appearance suddenly changed. His clothes became more poofy and his blonde hair grew down to his shoulders. The two rooms seemed to meld together until the new decor dominated the room in the old one's place. This new room looked more like an old-style workshop now.

Desmond slowly began to drift in and out of consciousness as his feet moved towards the blonde sitting at the table.

Venice – 1476

Leonardo was as happy as any person could be, tinkering away at his latest design. There was nothing he loved more than creating something new. It brought a warm sense of happiness that Leonardo couldn't get from anywhere else. It was in his workshop that he felt at peace within himself. His little projects also worked as a good stress reliever in some cases. These unimportant projects he had on the side did not have a deadline like some of his others did. This made them more enjoyable to work with rather than rushing to meet a deadline.

The artist was just putting on the finishing touches when he felt an odd presence looming behind him. It was the same thing he'd been feeling all week throughout the market. Almost as if he were being watched.

Turning around, Leonardo found his good friend Ezio Auditore. The young man was dressed head to toe in his Assassin garbs, looking positively stunning in the light of the afternoon. Ezio flipped his hood down just as Leonardo got up from his work table.

"Ezio! How good of you to visit my friend!" Leonardo said jovially, wrapping his friend in a tight hug. My goodness, the lad has certainly gotten big. Leonardo could feel the strength of Ezio's hard work through the fabric of his robes. Ezio had definitely worked up some muscle during his training.

Ezio quickly released his hold, smiling down at Leonardo. "I apologize if I snuck up on you. It was not my intention." He said with a light smirk.

Leonardo brushed it off. "Think nothing of it my friend. Though I have had the strangest feeling all this week, as if someone were watching me from afar. Isn't that odd?"

Ezio averted his eyes. "Uuh yes…very odd."

Leonardo cleaned off a table for them to sit and converse since he only assumed that Ezio was here on business as per usual. I wonder if he has a new codex page? Or perhaps a new weapon that needs repairing? Or ooh! Maybe designs to a new contraption that has yet to be discovered! Oh the possibilities are endless!

While Leonardo was busy cleaning off the table, he failed to notice Ezio's eyes upon him. How they trailed over his body with the gaze of a predator. Ezio seemed to purr in approval at seeing Leonardo bent over the table. The young Assassin was very much enjoying the view presented to him. The evidence of his pleasure was hidden under the many layers of his outfit. Ezio quickly masked his lustful look when Leonardo finished up.

The master painter turned back towards Ezio with a clap of his hands. "So what brings you here my friend? A new puzzle that needs deciphering perhaps?" Leonardo asked with delight.

Ezio moved a bit closer to Leonardo as he spoke. "Not exactly." The young man was almost grinning at how clueless Leonardo was.

"Oh? Would you like to see my latest designs then?" Leonardo moved about to show Ezio his latest creation, but was suddenly stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

Leonardo was slightly confused by the weird glint in his Ezio's eye. "Actually there is something else I would like to discuss with you, if that's alright." Even his tone of voice sounded odd.

I'm sure it is nothing, this is Ezio after all. My good friend and faithful companion. Leonardo smiled back as Ezio moved himself to stand closer to Leonardo. The close contact was a little strange to the artist, but he quickly shrugged it off and chose not to comment on it.

He moved his hand to the young man's broad shoulders. "Of course Ezio. Whatever you want to talk about, I am here for you." Ezio looked especially pleased with that answer.

The Assassin cleared his throat before speaking. "I'm just going to get straight to the point my friend. There has been a rumor flying around the city about you."

Leonardo tilted his head, but remained silent.

"The word around the street is that you prefer to bed with men rather than women. Is this true Leonardo?"

The Master painter was left stunned. He certainly wasn't expecting Ezio to ask him that of all things. Leonardo had been hoping that his sexual happenings were not so obvious to the naked eye. Apparently that was not the case. It certainly didn't help that homosexuality was almost a practiced subject in Florence. While the acts were still considered illegal, Leonardo was surprised to find many others like him here in the city. It made him feel welcomed. Leonardo just didn't want his good friend Ezio finding out about his sexual desires. He did not know how the man would initially react to such scandalous news.

Ezio reached out and gently grasped Leonardo's shoulders. "Please Leonardo, you need not fear me. I am your friend and would never persecute you under any circumstances." Leonardo's will started to waver under Ezio's calm voice.

"You can trust me." Ezio relaxed his hold and spoke as softly as he could.

The warm look in Ezio's amber eyes melted away Leonardo's uncertainties. If there was one person that Leonardo could put his trust in, it was Ezio. The man has never failed him in the past and he certainly wasn't going to start now. This is Ezio …you can always trust him.

Leonardo took a deep breath. "I have never told this to anyone Ezio and I must ask that you keep this strictly between us."

Ezio nodded his head. "You have my word."

Leonardo took a moment to think before continuing. "The rumors you've been hearing are indeed true. I prefer the male body over the female counterpart. It is difficult to explain, but I have always felt that way."

Ezio listened intently to Leonardo's words. There was still something he had to know. Something of the up most importance.

"Have you ever been with another man?" He asked gravely.

Leonardo did not catch the veiled threat hidden beneath the young man's tone. "You mean, have I ever taken a man to bed with me? No, I have not." Ezio let out a breath of relief before smiling again.

"May I ask why?" He asked in a more affectionate voice.

Leonardo simply shrugged his shoulders. "The right opportunity has yet to present itself."

Ezio practically beamed with joy. He grinned down at the older male like he had just won the grand prize. Everything was going exactly as planned. There was just one more thing he had to do before Ezio could call this day perfect.

Warehouse Hideout – 2012

"Bloody hell." Shaun groaned as he rubbed his eyes, leaning back in his chair.

It was starting to get late and the girls had yet to return. There were only two possibilities for their prolonged absence. Either they were captured by Templars or they got sidetracked somewhere and decided to live up some R&R. Shaun's guess was on the latter. But that's what happens when you send a woman out to do a quick errand. They always end up taking longer than necessary.

Shaun swiveled his chair around as he was about to get up when the figure in front of him sent him falling back.

"Christ! What the bloody hell are you doing here Miles? Trying to give me a heart attack are you?" Shaun yelled as he tried to regain his composure.

Finding Desmond standing directly behind him was a surprise he did not want to find. Shaun pinched the bridge of his nose for letting the Assassin sneak up on him like that. Normally the Brit was more observant than this, especially when it came to Desmond, who was in no way stealthy. And he's supposed to be a descendent from a line of noteworthy Assassins? We're all buggered.

Shaun swiftly got up from his chair, trying to ignore the smiling man in front of him. However, his quick pace was immediately halted by a pair of strong arms.

"Mi dispiace se ti ho spaventato. Non era mia intenzione." Desmond said in a thick, old-style Italian accent.

As soon as the words left Desmond's mouth, Shaun knew he was in deep shit. He knew he should have been keeping a better eye on him but he got too distracted by his work. Again. And now Desmond was having another ancestor episode. Shaun was a bit more worried by this instance however. This was the first time Desmond actually tried speaking to someone in this state. Usually the man was too busy trying to jump off of something. But here he was, speaking fluent Italian like nobody's business. This spelled some bad news for Shaun. The Brit's Italian was a bit rusty, barely making out what Desmond had just previously said.

Ok Hastings, just keep calm. He's not acting hostile towards you, which is a good thing. All you need to do is keep him on the ground and away from the electronics until Lucy and Rebecca get back. You can do this.

Shaun cleared his throat as he tried to remember the bit of Italian he knew. "Let's see now…scusi…uhh… desiderate… bere?" I think that's how you say it.

Shaun figured that a drink would at least keep him occupied with something. Of course Shaun wasn't if he heard him correctly. The man simply said something else in Italian and remained where he was, unfazed by the question. Shaun had no clue what to do now. He had no way of knowing what Desmond was seeing or hearing. For all Shaun knew, Desmond could be trying to pick up a prostitute on the side of the streets. Though I severely hope that's not the case here.

For the next few minutes, Shaun was left dumbstruck as Desmond spoke to him in fluent Italian. Because of the quickness of his words and how fluidly he said them, Shaun had difficulty understanding Desmond. Things did become a bit clearer when a familiar name kept popping up.

"Leonardo." Desmond practically hummed.

A light bulb flew over Shaun's head as he put the pieces together. I see, so he thinks I'm Leonardo Da Vinci? I must say I'm quite flattered to be mistaken for such an inquisitive artist. But what on earth could they be talking about? So far I'll I've caught is a rumor about men in beds. Not much to go by, but still, a very odd discussion topic.

The conversation suddenly took an odd turn when Desmond grabbed Shaun by the shoulders. The librarian was greatly taken back by the intimate gesture. It got even weirder when Desmond spoke more softly to him, as if trying to lure him in. Shaun stayed frozen in his strong grip. He knew from past experiences that trying to snap Desmond out of this state was utterly pointless. It was also very dangerous if he mistook you for a Templar. Shaun decided just to play along with the charade and avoid incurring the knife-wielding man's wrath.

That was until Desmond pulled him a bit closer than he was comfortable with.

The end of Desmond's knife was much better than what the Assassin had in store for him. In a split second, Shaun was pulled up against Desmond's white sweatshirt, hands pressed against the man's broad chest. Desmond was holding him like all the clichéd heroes did with their woman during the climatic part of the movie. One hand was holding Shaun's lower back while the other was running itself through his dirt blonde hair. The sweet caress lasted a second longer before the large hand held Shaun in place for Desmond to make his move.

No! No! No! Shaun struggled, but to no avail.

The man closed his eyes, his lips coyly brushing the others. "Ti amo." Desmond whispered before slamming his lips into Shaun's unwelcomed mouth.

Venice – 1476

Ezio was in heaven.

There really was no better way to describe it. Leonardo's lips were just as he imagined, soft yet brusque. The stubble on his face was an odd thing to feel, considering he was so used to kissing women. But the prickle of Leonardo's face felt wonderful against his own skin. Ezio never wanted this moment to end. He just wanted to go on within the sweet embrace of Leonardo Da Vinci. The gentle man of his prolonged affections. It was impossible for this moment to get any better than this.

The young Assassin brought his new lover closer, melding their bodies together in a warm heat. Compared to most people around the city, Leonardo smelled of cleanliness. There was a slight hint of milk and lavender in his hair, a scent that would forever haunt Ezio's dreams. Just the way his body felt pressed up against Ezio's sent a shiver of delight through the younger man. It was like they were meant to be, just like this. Forever in each other's arms. Ezio decided to deepen their passionate kiss by running his tongue along Leonardo's bottom lip.

This action was met with a slap to the face.

Ezio released his hold on Leonardo. They both stumbled back from each other, eyes filled with shock. Leonardo held the back of his hand to his mouth while Ezio touched the red spot on his cheek. Leonardo was the first to voice himself.

"You misunderstand me Ezio. I do not feel that way about you, I never have. I've only seen you as a friend, nothing more. Please understand that I mean no ill-will." Leonardo plead with shaken blue eyes.

Leonardo still could not believe what had just transpired. His best friend had declared his love and kissed him! Leonardo felt like he had fallen into a bad dream. Everything was going so smoothly with telling Ezio his darkest secret and then something like this happens. He briefly wondered if his friend had been drinking before his visit. But seeing the young man's shocked face and perfect stance told him that he was indeed sober. Then why on earth would he confess his love? Ezio is far too young to delve into such a complicated matter. Leonardo straitened his hat before taking in a long, collected breath. He had to break this to Ezio as gently and delicately as possible.

He did not get the chance however.

Ezio's scarred lip curled up in a snarl. "Why do you spit such lies at me Leonardo?" He growled, taking a step towards the smaller man.

The other quickly went on the defensive. "I am not lying to you Ezio. I only speak the truth! Please you have to understand that-" Leonardo's sentence was cut short by Ezio slamming him into the wall.

The force was like that of a raging bull, knocking the air out of his lungs. Leonardo was stunned as his friend held him by the arms, glaring at him with an animosity never before seen on a human being. The smiling man he knew as his friend was not the man staring at him now. This man had the eyes of a crazed demon.

"How dare you deny me with these lies! First you tell me how you feel and then you go back on your word! There's someone else isn't there? Tell me who it is!" Ezio screamed as his grip tightened to the point of bruises.

Leonardo was scared. Ezio, his longtime friend, was hurting him. He didn't have the slightest clue as to why he was suddenly behaving this way. Leonardo knew that Ezio had a temper, but he had never seen the man like this. Teeth bared like a wild animal and spouting the most ludicrous accusations. To the outside ear you'd think he'd gone mad. Leonardo pulled up the best of his strength as he tried to reason with the wild Assassin.

"There is no one Ezio! Please, this is not you! You are my good friend, remember?" The older male pleaded.

Ezio's demeanor did not change. If anything his grip tightened even more. Leonardo's arms were squeezed to an agonizing degree. He had to bite back a whimper of pain. Ezio's breathing came out in short rapid breaths, his massive chest heaving with rage. Slowly his fiery gaze steeled into a cold, black fire. His forehead pressed into Leonardo's. The young man's words were laced with passion and lust.

"I know you want me…just as I want you." He whispered softly, the man in his grasp reduced to a trembling leaf. They locked eyes for a moment. Terrified orbs stared back into cold, amber fire. They were the most unsettling eyes Leonardo had ever seen. They spoke of unbearable pain soon to come.

Leonardo was roughly thrown to the ground. His face met the hard floor with Ezio's knee digging into his back. The painter's arms were roughly pulled back as Leonardo screamed in pain. His hands were tied together with a cloth Ezio came across. With his hands bound behind his back, Leonardo had no way of escaping his tormentor. Ezio flipped the man onto his back, a smirk playing at his lips.

"So you will love me…

He leaned down by the painter's ear.

…just as I love you, Leonardo." Ezio whispered, planting a tender kiss to his captive's tear-stained cheek.

Warehouse Hideout – 2012

A quick crack to the jaw sent the ex-bartender stumbling and Shaun hopping away in agony.

"Fuckity fuck!" Shaun yelled. He jumped around, trying to flick away the pain that throbbed in his knuckles. The hit seemed to have done more damage to Shaun than it did to Desmond. The other man was currently looking at the Brit like he was the crazy one in this situation.

Please tell me that did the trick. Shaun pleaded as he watched Desmond rub the red mark under his chin.

"Are you back to the old Miles yet, you bloody git?" Shaun asked snidely.

Desmond bared his teeth like a wild dog.

Guess that answers my question.

Shaun wiped the taste of Desmond off his mouth, leveling his posture back to its normal, calculating self.

"Now listen here you sicko, I am not your little play thing! I may have experimented a bit in my youth but you sir are no Michael Fassbender. Now I kindly suggest keeping your primitive hands to yourself before I'm forced to physically subdue you."

Desmond stood his ground, dark eyes glaring back in defiance.

"Are we clear?" Shaun asked, making it perfectly clear was not messing around.

Desmond straitened his back, moving his feet into an attack stance. The way he moved his body told Shaun that something was still wrong. The normal Desmond would have sworn at him by now. Called him some stupid name. Instead he was looking at Shaun like he his next target.

"Non mi negare ciò che è mio." Desmond growled, unsheathing his hidden blade.

"Oh shit."

That was all Shaun had time to say before the man came at him with the expertise of a trained Assassin. Shaun was no match for Desmond in this state. While the Brit was no pushover, he could not hold a candle to the fighting style of Ezio Auditore. Despite that, he did everything he could to hold his ground. Shaun stayed light on his feet, carefully dodging the blade that threatened to slice his skin. Shaun tried to get in a few hits of his own, but Desmond would easily deflect them with a strike of his own.

A swift punch in the gut caught Shaun off guard and sent him doubling over on the floor. He clutched onto his sides. Desmond towered over him, a victorious grin plastered on his face. Shaun's world was soon morphed into a blur, his glasses having been knocked off by the man's previous attack.

"F-fucking…wop." Shaun wheezed.

Desmond smirked.

Shaun was rolled onto his stomach, Desmond's knee planting squarely into his back. The man groaned at having his arms forcibly pulled back and a large weight pushing into his spine. Internal warning bells went off at once as Desmond used his belt to bind his wrists together. Shaun did everything he could to try and throw the larger man off him, but in his current position, his struggles were pointless. Desmond tightened the belt one last time before rolling the angry man onto his back.

Fuck fuck shit! Shaun had never felt so utterly helpless in his life. With his body depleted of all energy, Shaun prayed for a miracle to save him from this horrible fate.

A firm grip commanded Shaun to stop his futile movements. Desmond trailed his hidden blade down Shaun's torso, causing the man to shiver. Grabbing the front of his sweatshirt, Desmond used his blade to tear it down the middle. The ripping noise nearly caused the poor Englishman to have a panic attack. With his bare chest exposed to the cool air, Desmond licked his lips and leaned down towards him.

Shaun squirmed as Desmond ran his tongue up his exposed chest. "Stop! Get the hell off me!" He yelled as the Assassin took his left nipple into his mouth. The cold sting of metal caused Shaun to cease his struggles. Looking down, he saw the blade pointing towards his vital organs.

"Tacere." Desmond commanded.

Shaun begrudgingly allowed the man to violate him with his tongue. Desmond used his other hand to work the right nipple as his teeth played with the left. He soon alternated between them, leaving a trail of bite-marks over the chest. Desmond worked his tongue up Shaun's neck. He started to suck the skin, leaving a prominent mark. His hands continued to run themselves over Shaun's torso in the most possessive manner. Shaun quickly reached the breaking point. He was about to be violated by Desmond fucking Miles, a man he couldn't stand.

This can't be happening! This can't be fucking happening! Where the bloody fuck are Lucy and Rebecca!

The girls were Shaun's last hope, if they didn't get here within the next few minutes…

Shaun let out a yelp as Desmond bit down on the junction of his neck, drawing a line of blood. The red trickled down Shaun's neck. Desmond gave the wound a tender kiss, staining his lips in blood. Shaun panted, clenching his teeth from pain. Desmond smiled down at Shaun as he licked the blood from his lips. The man below sneered in disgust.

"È un buon sapore." Desmond said, brushing his lips against Shaun's.

Shaun clamped his teeth shut as Desmond forced their lips into a heated kiss. The man's tongue met Shaun's defense wall of teeth. He tried to pry inside, but to no avail. Desmond growled when it became clear that Shaun wasn't going to open. With a steely glare, he brought the point of his blade to Shaun's chin. The man beneath him froze, immediately recognizing the threat. Shaun reluctantly opened his mouth, allowing Desmond access to his wet cavern. The Assassin grinned before slamming his mouth back into Shaun's, his tongue eagerly delving inside. The feeling of Shaun's tongue trying to push back his own sent a warm heat of desire straight to Desmond's cock. The man moaned into Shaun's mouth as he rubbed his insistent bulge into the other man's crotch. The Brit tried to turn his head away, but was held in place by the knife pointing at his Adams apple.

A trail of spit connected their lips as Desmond pulled back. Sitting up on his heels, Desmond grabbed the front of Shaun's pants and started to pull them off. This sent the other man in a flurry of panic.

Shaun squirmed while Desmond fought with the button of his pants. "Miles! Wake the fuck up already! For Christ sake, it's me Shaun!" He screamed, on the verge of tears.

The man's squirming was making it even more difficult for Desmond to rid him of the bothersome clothing. Desmond finally had enough of his quarrels and back-handed the man below him. Instantly, Shaun ceased his fighting, the blow nearly knocking him unconscious. Shaun spat up blood. During his haze, Desmond took the opportunity to rip his pants and boxers off and fling them to the side. Shaun's eyes widened as Desmond took his place between his bare legs. With no momentum to push himself away, Shaun was left defenseless.

Is he really going to do this?

Desmond answered that by unbuttoning his pants and pulling down the zipper. The sound of the zipper going down was like nails on a chalk board to the trembling Brit. The sight of Desmond's engorged cock caused every muscle in his body to tighten. There was no way that thing was going to fit inside Shaun. Yet, the look in Desmond's eye told him he was going to make it fit. No matter what. As Desmond lined his terrifying length up to Shaun's virgin entrance, it occurred to the frightened man that the other was going to take him dry. He'd used no lubricant and had not prepared his entrance like most good lovers did.

He's going to fuck me raw with that?

"No! U-uh ah-h b-basta! Per favor, lubrificante!" Shaun stuttered in broken Italian, trying to reason with the nut above him.

Desmond smiled, running his hand up Shaun's side soothingly. "Sshhhh mi amore. Sarò gentile"

Gentle? He's going to take me dry and he says he's going to be gentle?

A fire rose in Shaun's gut then. He glared up at the Assassin with all the hate he could muster. "Fuck you Miles! I'm gonna beat the living shit out of you when this over! You hear me you bloody git! You motherfucking cunt!" Shaun screamed himself horse. Desmond smiled back, unaffected by the harsh words.

The soothing touches did nothing as Desmond hoisted Shaun's hips up, finally preparing to enter him. The fire burning in Shaun quickly died out. The feeling Desmond's thick cock demanding entrance to his backside killed the fire inside of him. Just feeling the fat head nudge against his hole sent waves of dread throughout Shaun's body. This was going to be very painful.

"Siete pronti amore?" Desmond asked, the head of his cock pushing into Shaun's unprepared hole.

The man beneath him winced. "Desmond…p-please…" Shaun begged through watery eyes, the pain of the unwanted intrusion becoming unbearable.

The other male smiled down at his shaking lover as he and pushed inside with one hard thrust. The scream that erupted from Shaun was inhuman. It was the single most painful thing he had ever experienced. For a split second, Shaun forgot how to breathe correctly. A swarm of black dots danced around the edges of his vision. Desmond groaned from above, relishing from the tight heat that engulfed him. A stream a tears fell from Shaun's eyes when he realized Desmond was only halfway in, the tight entrance proving to be a challenge. Christ almighty, he's still pushing in?

Desmond leaned down, his mouth brushing against Shaun's ear as he moaned. "Merde…sei così stretto."

Shaun squirmed uncontrollably as Desmond's length slowly tore him open each passing second. With painfully slow movements, Desmond forced himself further inside. The feeling of being split open was so unreal that for a moment, Shaun thought this was all just a horrible dream.

With one final thrust, Desmond pushed his way to the hilt. A screaming Shaun writhed below him. There was no way for Shaun to really describe the hurt brought upon him. The stretching of muscles and ripped skin brought a new kind of pain that no man should ever experience. He could feel the warm flow of blood drip down from his hole. Desmond filled Shaun to the brink, something that produced the most shameful of grin's on the Assassin's face. Shaun let out another scream when Desmond began to move. His pace started out slow, but soon turned into a rapid pounding as the blood lubricated his hasty movements.

Shaun turned his head to the side, squeezing his eyes shut to somehow block out the pain being inflicted upon him. Desmond used this opportunity to bite down on the exposed neck, leaving another prominent mark. Shaun clenched his teeth while Desmond bit and sucked on the mark, thrusting like a jackrabbit. Desmond gripped Shaun by the hair and moved his face back towards him, devouring his mouth in an avid kiss. Desmond's tongue prodded all around the caverns of his mouth as Shaun was left revolted by the taste of Desmond's spit mixing in with his own. During their rough make-out session, Desmond hit an electrifying spot inside of Shaun, causing him to jolt and whimper in his captors mouth. The bundle of nerves sent unwanted waves of pleasure wafting throughout his body. When Desmond realized the effect that spot had on him, he repeatedly began thrusting in that exact region; over and over again. The tiny sparks of pleasure did nothing to block out the immense pain that came with it. All that pleasure did was add to Shaun's disgrace of being fucked on his back like a woman.

For Shaun, everything hurt. His back, his neck, his bound wrists, his bruised cheek…his once virgin entrance. It seemed like there was no end in sight from this torture. Desmond made no indication of slowing down or stopping. With each thrust came another sharp sting of pain from Shaun's insides. The blood lubricant only making it worse as it gave Desmond an easier way of access. Shaun stared blankly up at the ceiling as Desmond ravished his broken body. The torture seemed like it went on for hours as Shaun bit back the pathetic sobs that threatened to escape his mouth.

Desmond hovered over Shaun, grunting and breathing hot air into his into pain stricken face. Shaun watched Desmond's blissful expression with horrid fascination, wondering how someone could experience such ecstasy from another person's unbearable agony. Desmond picked up the pace as Shaun moaned from the rough treatment. The man gripped Shaun's hips hard enough to leave bruises as he neared the end of his sprint. Shaun was like a used ragdoll, just waiting for it to finally be over. The endless stream of tears ran down his cheeks as he watched Desmond's face contort in an almost pained manner.

The man above him froze suddenly. "Dio." Desmond groaned as he came inside of Shaun, coating the walls with his essence.

Shaun moaned from the feeling of Desmond's cum coating the insides of his entrance. The sticky fluid mixed with the wounds in his ass stung the inside of Shaun's torn backside. As Desmond caught his breath he wiped away the trail of tears that were still running down Shaun's face. Shaun flinched when Desmond took his face in his large hands, leaving a trail of kisses from his forehead down to his mouth. The act would have seemed rather romantic had it not been coupled with such brutal violence. Shaun yelped when Desmond extracted himself from the man's bleeding entrance. A mix of red and white poured out of Shaun's hole, the smell reaching his nostrils and churning the contents of his stomach.

Desmond tore a piece of Shaun's ragged sweater off to wipe the mess off of both of them. With the two somewhat cleaned up, Desmond tucked his flaccid length back into his pants and stood up. Shaun was still a mental mess lying on the hard floor of the room. The man could not stop shaking as he rolled onto his side, hissing from the sting of that simple action. His hole was throbbing with pain, the heat that radiated from there was worse than any burn. All the man wanted to do was pass the fuck out and forget this whole mess ever happened.

Though Desmond would have none of that as it seemed.

Shaun was suddenly picked up and carried out of the room bridal style by his hooded tormentor. Desmond smiled down at Shaun, affectionately nuzzling the man's head as they walked. Whispering sweet Italian nothings into Shaun's ear as he carried him down the deserted hallway. Shaun caught almost none of it, the pain he was in blocking out everything around him. When they reached their destination though, Shaun recognized the room as his own. He was placed gently on the bed as Desmond untied the belt securing his wrists. Shaun let out a brief sigh of relief at being able to put his arms down normally. He rolled onto his stomach, being mindful of the cuts that adorned his wrists from the belt. Shaun silently thanked the heavens for finally being able to fall asleep, and in his own bed no less.

Yes...sleep...

But once again, Desmond would have none of that.

The tattered remains of Shaun's sweater were suddenly ripped off of him. This was followed by the sound of someone shedding their own articles of clothing. The bed dipped under Desmond's weight as he got behind Shaun, running his hand up the man's bare back.

"Sei così bella il mio amore." Desmond groaned, giving his ass a firm squeeze.

Shaun's heart dropped into his stomach when he felt Desmond's not-so-flaccid cock rub into his backside. The hard length demanded attention as Desmond spread his ass-cheeks and situated himself at Shaun's entrance for the second time. Shaun fisted the bed sheets in his hands as he bit the inside of his lip to hold back the screams.

The Brit began to tremble as Desmond eagerly mounted him, the other leaning down to whisper in his ear. "Potrei vi rapirà per tutta la notte."

Having screamed himself hoarse, only a bloodcurdling rasp could be heard as Desmond penetrated the man below him and began the brutal pace all over again.

Venice – 1476

Leonardo's hair was pulled back as Ezio marked his skin for the tenth time that night. Blood seeped from his neck as Ezio licked at the fresh wound, ramming into his backside like a madman the entire time. Leonardo had lost track of time during his painful endeavor. Ezio had not sparred him a moment of ease as he pounded into his body, pausing only to cum before starting the brutal pace over again. This went on into the night for what felt like hours to the poor painter. The sound of skin slapping into skin was a constant drone in the background as Leonardo panted from the exhaustion.

Please God…just let this be over.

Leonardo was exhausted both mentally and physically. The man he had once referred to as his best friend had beaten him into submission and was now forcefully penetrating his rear. Ezio said he could always trust him. That no matter what, Ezio would always be there for him. Leonardo had believed Ezio's kind words then, believed that his friend truly cared for him. Ezio had helped him in the past and the two seemed like they would become the best of friends as time passed.

It was all lies, all of it!

Ezio raked his nails down Leonardo's chest, drawing thin lines of red as the painter hissed from the harsh action. Bite marks and scratches decorated the man's body in a chaotic fashion. Ezio had made it his night's mission to mark the man in as many ways possible. Leonardo could still hear the younger man's voice in his ear, telling him he was Ezio's now. And no one else's.

The man above him thrust his hips a few more times before completely emptying himself inside the painter. Leonardo flinched when he felt the warm sting of Ezio's cum inside of him. The two men had to take a moment to catch their breath as they collapsed onto the bed. Ezio's large weight on top of Leonardo was suffocating to the painter, his length still buried deep inside him. With great reluctance, Ezio pulled out of Leonardo, a stream of cum and blood following in suit. Leonardo felt a strong pair of arms wrap around his body as Ezio moved them both onto their sides. The man's sweaty chest stuck to Leonardo's back as the Assassin tightened his hold around his shaking lover.

"I love you, Leonardo." Ezio mumbled, moving the blonde hair from the painter's face.

The younger man seemed to be waiting for a response as he played with Leonardo's hair. The playful touches soon turned harsh when the man in his arms refused to answer. Leonardo felt a fresh stream of tears run down his face from what his friend demanded of him.

No Ezio, please don't make me…

"Say it." Ezio demanded with a cruel tug of his hair.

Leonardo did not have the strength to defy him anymore. All of that had been taken from him during their brutal session of non-consensual lovemaking. With a broken spirit, Leonardo cleared his throat to speak those undying words.

"I l-love you t-too…Ezio."

A deep sense of foreboding racked Leonardo's body as Ezio's arms became ivy coiling around his shaking frame. Leonardo felt as though he had just signed a permanent contract. One that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Well there's chapter one. What do you think? Should I continue or just leave it as a one-shot? I have the storyline in my head but this chapter could work as a one-shot too I think. Let me know if I should keep going with this one or not. The idea just sprung up from out of the blue and I just felt like writing it.

Leave a review and tell me what you think

Until next time

mcpidy

Translations

Italian:

Mi dispiace se ti ho spaventato - I'm sorry if I scared you

Non era mia intenzione - It was not my intention

Scusi - sorry

Desiderate – want

Bere – drink

Ti amo – I love you

Non mi negare ciò che è mio - You will not deny me what is mine

Tacere - Be silent

È un buon sapore - You taste good

Basta – no

Per favor – please

Lubrificante – lubricant

Sarò gentile - I'll be gentle

Siete pronti amore - Are you ready love?

Merde - shit

sei così stretto - you're so tight

Dio – God

Sei così bella il mio amore - You are so beautiful my love

Potrei vi rapirà per tutta la notte - I could just ravish you all night long