Hello Everyone~ This is my first Fanfiction ever (in English that is)... and English is NOT my native language so please have mercy ;_; So I hope you enjoy it! ^_^
The chapter is VERY short as I just realized T_T
Blahblah Characters aren't mine *cries*
This story is YAOI and rated M for violence, rape, language and sexual themes
Pairing will be: Altair x Ezio x Desmond ;3
Chapter 1: Starting over
"Fuck!"
The favorite word of the 25-year-old American boy because nothing in his whole life would go the way he wanted it to go. Hell sometimes he couldn't even go eat outside without trouble. Most if it was their fault because they were just fucking everywhere. They even had the police under their control. Now... he finally found a job as bartender again but in another city.
He before had a job as bartender and he really liked the job but that was before he was kidnapped by a company named ABSTERGO. They put him through some shitty things like drugs and experimenting like you normally only know from movies. Fortunately there seemed to be some spies of some secret organization and as they attacked, they rescued him along the way, many had died and what he thought to be the boss, had escaped.
He just hoped they wouldn't find him here. He didn't know who those, who rescued him, were but he knew that he was, for the first time in his life, damn lucky.
Today was his first working day and Desmond was already late, like always. Dashing through his small apartment he hurried into his dark blue jeans, a black T-shirt and a white hoodie. Dashing out of his apartment and ran. After 10 minutes of sprinting he could see the sign of the bar named Nemisis. With an abrupt stop he catched his breath bending over with his hands on his knees panting as he stood right in front of the door. After his panting slowed down he pulled his bag up and walked in, with a small smile on his face.
"I'm sorry for being late." He apologized to the taller man standing behind the bar holding a glass as he opened the door with a loud jingle. Dark brown eyes staring holes into the American with a raised, questioning eyebrow.
Desmond couldn't help but stare back at the, what he thought to be Italian, man with shoulder long dark brown hair, which was tied back with a red ribbon. His cheeks started to feel hot after a moment realizing that he was thinking about the taller man as handsome and quite hot. He shook his head getting these thoughts out of his head immediately. Said man just smirked as he eyed the younger boy curiously and broke the silence after a moment.
"What can I do for you?" He asked, still smirking but now not longer looking the blushing boy in the eyes but at the glass in his hand while cleaning it even though it couldn't get any cleaner as it already was.
Desmond being a little surprised at the sudden (and sexy) voice coming from the Italian's direction he now completely snapped out of his thoughts and answered a little nervously.
"My name's Desmond. Today's my first working day so I would like to speak with the boss." Desmond finally said.
"Bella~... so you are Desmond." He said with a thick Italian accent. Now he's grinning wildly like he's flirting with some woman. Desmond couldn't help but think that his Italian accent was pretty hot. He never thought about being gay. But who could be blamed with those looks. Finally placing the glass on the bar he continued to speak. "My name is Ezio. It is a pleasure to meet someone so... attraente." The last word sounded weird to Desmond. Like it meant something special but Desmond didn't think about it further. Awkwardly he scratched the back of his neck looking everywhere but in Ezio's direction.
"Nice to meet you, too. Uhm... can I meet the boss now." He raised his eyebrows.
Ezio frowned and told him the way to the room where the boss waited for him. He thanked him and walked past the Italian feeling his eyes on him.
Standing in front of the boss' door he knocked three times and waited for an answer. After a short "Come in!" he turned the doorknob and walked in looking at a tall man with light brown short hair, almost like Desmond's but a little longer, some stubbles and a scar over the right side of his lips. If Desmond thought Ezio was handsome then what was his boss? He just looked fucking hot. The man was leaning back in a big, black leather chair behind a dark wooden desk staring curiously at the younger man examining him from head to toe. Desmond stared at the man nervously. Somehow that person had a scary aura around him and Desmond could feel himself starting to shake a little while a pink color made their way over his cheeks and he looked to the side away from this man's stare as he suddenly stood up walking in Desmond's direction.
"So you are... Desmond Miles?" The taller man asked with a serious face and some accent in his voice, he thought to be something like Arabic or so. Desmond looked up at the man's face turning a little red again as he realized how close the man was. (Is he doing that on purpose?) Desmond thought to himself as he mentally whined.
"Y-yes." Desmond stuttered out.
(God tell me I didn't stutter just now.) He thought while he could feel his face grew hotter again. The scary gaze of the man not leaving Desmond as he spoke up again.
"My name is Altair. It is nice to meet you, Desmond. Your application says you have already experience working as a bartender so it should be pretty easy for you. I suppose you already met Ezio?" Altair said with an emotionless face.
"Yes, I have." He answered shortly finally relaxing a little around the scary boss but not entirely.
"Good. He will show you everything. If you have any questions feel free to ask." The boss said as he just kept staring at the younger man in silence. Desmond stared back at him, with what courage he had left, and noticed the beautiful eye color the Arabic man's eyes head. They looked like honey. A mixture of brown, like his own, and golden. They seemed to hold many emotions but none could be read by Desmond. Desmond thought about why he kept staring, well he did the same but just because he stared. A staring battle you could say. Until Desmond couldn't stand it anymore and decided the floor was more interesting.
"I-Is something wrong?" He asked, not standing the awkward silence. That seemed to have torn him from his thoughts 'cause he blinked a few times and seemed to fight a smile.
"No. You can leave now." He ordered, his almost smile remaining an 'almost' smile as he made his way back to his chair. Desmond nodded and closed the door behind him as he exited the room. Leaning against the door, he let out a sigh of relief. This will be one hell of a job.
Many people laughing. Many people drinking. Many people screaming and fighting. That's a pretty normal day for Desmond in his job. And being sexually harassed by Ezio was another thing that was totally normal already. It all began with flirting then went to getting too close and finally got to groping. Desmond normally blushed while getting mad at him and punching him to stop him, and it worked, or Altair would walk in and give a death glare to Ezio and tell him to get back to work again. Recently Desmond started to feel uneasy. He could feel someones eyes on him. He thought that ABSTERGO might have found him already but he doubted it, because they would have already made their move. Nothing strange happened so he just shrugged it off as him being paranoid.
"Dessy! Could you help me with something?!" Ezio called from the back of the bar. Desmond sighed and made his way to the storage room where the voice came from. Ezio was standing in front of a shelf of some self-made drinks with some paper and a pen in his hand. Desmond walked to stand beside him and looked at the paper his brow furrowing as he noticed that there wasn't anything written on the paper. Unfortunately that took him too long 'cause in the same moment he was pulled against the shelf, some of the bottles rattling wildly at the force. Desmond blinked in surprise at the sudden attack and his brows went down into a glare.
"What the hell was that for?" He asked a little bit too loud 'cause he was shushed by a finger over his lips. Ezio pinned the man with his body to the shelf both of Desmond's wrists presst left and right of his head against the steel. Desmond could feel the Italian's breath on his neck which sent shivers through the smaller man's body.
"You want to know, tesoro?" Ezio whispered in the American's ear while grinning. He shoved his knee between Desmond's legs what got him a surprised gasp from the younger male and Ezio grinned madly at that. Desmond's weak attempt to push him away only made him grin more. He breathed against Desmond's neck hovering over his skin almost touching it with his lips. This made Desmond shiver madly and he started to pant whishing the older man would already decide if to touch him or not. Did he wanted to be touched by him? He didn't know. He couldn't think. This man gave him pleasure but at the same time he didn't. His heart was hammering against his chest, that he thought Ezio must have seen it. Now even his hands were on him, one at his collarbone and the other under his white hoodie, again just almost touching. Ezio smirked at the suffering boy. God he wanted to kiss those soft lips with all he had but he loved it how he wiggled, wanting to get these "almost touches" to be real touches while panting and groaning quietly here and then as the knee in his crotch rubbed against him when he moved.
"E-Ezio... damn it." He panted out weakly.
"What is it you want, tesoro? Ezio whispered in Desmond's ear, the Italian words were groaned into his ear, 'cause he knew how much Desmond loved it how he spoke Italian. He couldn't help but smirk as the boy trembled at this. He saw Desmond's lips tremble as he wanted to say something but just couldn't. The Italian backed up from Desmond just so much so he could look in those beautiful chocolate eyes, which now are clouded with lust. Ezio hovered over Desmond's lips so he could feel the hot ragged breath of the other. Then suddenly Desmond's body stopped moving. Eyes wide in shock. Ezio frowned slightly and followed those hazel eyes as he saw a man standing in the door. Altair's glare throwing knifes at Ezio as he stood there with crossed arms above his chest. Ezio twitched slightly at the sudden appearance of their boss but recovered fast and just smirked at the angry man.
"Oh my, Altair, want to join us?"
Altair snorted and pulled Ezio away from Desmond, who was still unmoving, and dragged him to the bar to get to work again. Desmond let out a breath he didn't know he was holding in but immediately holding it in again as he saw the oldest of them coming back again, not stopping until he stood right in front of Desmond, angry eyes looking down at him like a cat would at a mouse. The American trembled under the stare of the taller man, out of embarrassment and fear. Would he get fired now? Or punched? Or maybe, when he was lucky, just yelled at. Desmond noticeable flinched and tightly shut his eyes as his boss raised his arm to lean it against the shelf beside Desmond's head. After he noticed that no punch was coming at his face he carefully opened his eyes a little just to see the other's face getting closer and closer to his and suddenly not even a second later, those lips were on his. Forcefully claiming the younger male's mouth as a wet tongue pressed against Desmond's lips. He gasped at the feeling and the shock and that tongue went into his mouth exploring aggressively. Now his heart was beating even more wildly than before, if that was even possible. Altair surely heard it. After, what seemed to Desmond like an eternity, the kiss broke. Altair just glared at him, what turned into an evil smirk, then stomped out of the room letting an extremely confused and shocked Desmond alone, who was now sitting on the floor, his head against the shelf and his eyes still wide.
(What the-!? What just-?!)
After Desmond got over his shock he got back to work. Still damn confused about everything. He was used to Ezio sexually harassing him but this far he never went. And bloody hell he was kissed by Altair! And the worst was... he liked it. What the hell was wrong with him? Has he turned gay now? Really great. But why did they do that? Were those two battling for something or what? Or did they just want to tease Desmond? Well.. whatever. He will get an answer. Maybe... someday. He avoided Ezio's gaze as much as he could 'cause he just couldn't look the man in the eyes. Every time their eyes met accidentally, Desmond instantly turned away and went beat red. Suddenly Desmond was ripped from his thoughts.
"One Tequila please." A man sitting on the bar said to Desmond. Desmond has seen this man many times in the bar already then again many people came to the bar more than ones. He placed the drink in front of the man, who was as tall as Ezio and had short black hair. He always asked Desmond for a drink. Once he saw him getting a drink from Ezio but that was at the beginning. Sometimes he could even feel that man stare at him while he drank and even when he didn't. Maybe that man heard what was happening in the storage room? Well he surely saw Ezio getting dragged back so who could blame him.
Finished with the first chapter! Hope you liked it. :D
Words - Meaning
tesoro - darling
bella - nice
attraente - cute