Chapter 1

Third Person View

A requested ColdHiddenBlade short story

This story/couples were requested by QueenCandy

"Desmond, are you alright?" Lucy looked to Desmond with worry, the young man jerked his head out of his palms in surprise at the woman's voice right above him. He hadn't even heard her come over.

"Yeah I'm just tired, it is getting late. I think I will go sleep down in the tunnels tonight…" Following his words was a long exhausted yawn; Lucy nodded her head in understanding. But it wasn't what she thought, she and everyone else thought he was so exhausted from the Animus but it was something else that made it hard for him to get rest.

Walking through Monteriggioni's tunnels Desmond came to a wide sewerage river, he took a path that he had seen Ezio use through the Bleeding Effect that only the dead assassin had known, the only way anyone else got over was the use of an old bridge that was only lowered from the other side. But the bridge was long gone.

There was a small room on that side that was closed off from the rest in the deepest tunnel, it was an old room Ezio used to personally train in, store some of his armour and also sleep like Desmond did now, a place of peace and quiet away from the real world and colleagues.

Desmond had set up a sleeping bag on top of the raised rock slab that Ezio used to use for placing out his smaller weapons, the bunker frame he used to use was covered in moss and was falling apart in the other far corner with decaying sheets tangled in the remains.

Looking at the remains as he leaned against the high slab, Desmond couldn't help but think about the fact that Ezio, a distant ancestor, once slept there. Amongst other things. The young man closed his eyes tightly as he felt the nausea from the Bleeding Effect before hearing the voices.

Moans filled the room making Desmond open his eyes and peered over, it was like he was looking through a wall of water into another world. Or a different time in this case. He could see half the room as it was hundreds of years ago, silver and black wispy, ghostly shapes shimmering before his eyes.

And there was Ezio, the young Italian assassin was locked into a feverous make out session with a young man from the town. It was the town man that was moaning deeply as he blushed a bright red in embarrassment, he was clenching to the assassin's white shirt with trembling hands.

They kissed for an age before pulling back to swallow and pant, the young man was trembling with expectation, "Do not worry, Amore. I will take your virginity carefully. Just trust me."

"Of course Master Ezio." The young man trembled out with his shaky voice but full of trust, Ezio gently eased the man onto the bed. Desmond felt himself begin to breathe heavily as he watched the two men tugging away each other's clothing and grind against each other, reaching down he unzipped his pants and let both jeans and underwear pool at his feet.

Desmond took his hardening shaft without taking his eyes off the two men as they became completely naked. Moaning he stroked himself as slowly as he could, Ezio did the same to the young man and himself while positioning over his lover.

The young man wrapped his arms around Ezio and spread his legs as the assassin knelt between his thighs, "Relax, Amore." Ezio ran his hands across the young man's chest and stomach, massaging the tight muscles to loosen the young man up. After a moment of massaging, Ezio reaching down with one hand, the assassin pushed in his fingers and rubbed the rim of the man's hole to stretch it and give the man pleasure.

Moaning and arching into the fingers, the man spread his legs more and trembled as his body eased up. Once the man was relaxed Ezio removed his fingers, held the young man's hips upwards with one hand wrapped around his arse and held his tip steady with the other. Every so gently Ezio pushed in, inch by inch he slid inside while halting to allow the young man to accommodate the intrusive hardness.

At the sight, Desmond let out a deep moan, his eyes widening to stay on the ghostly images as he began to stroke himself a little faster. His mouth was going dry as he breathed out heavily, he gasped along with Ezio and the young man as the Italian assassin pressed fully inside.

"There, get used to me. I will move when you are ready." The young man nodded as he held tightly to Ezio, a look of pain and lust on his face as he huffed and got used to the feeling of being filled and stretched for the first time. Running his hands across the young man's chest and pinching at his nipples, Ezio did not even twitch his hips.

"Master… Ezio… please?" Ezio moaned as the man slightly moved his hips to grind against him, always being gentle he began to move out until just his tip was inside before easing back in. The young man let out a small squeaking moan and his leg twitched upwards to try and spread himself more.

Licking his lips, Desmond locked his eyes on Ezio's sliding in and out shaft and his rocking balls. Grunts were coming from the two men as they thrust against each other, a primal desire was obviously overtaking the young man making him confidently move against the assassin. Desmond examined the hardness of young man as it slapped against his stomach, he wanted to take the flesh into his mouth but knew it was just an image of the past. Desmond was not there.

Masturbating to the sight was the best he could do.

Ezio moaned as he bent and kissed along his newest lover's chest, his hand gripped the young man and pumped almost at the same speed as Desmond drawing out moans from the young man beneath him. Widening his eyes to keep them from closing in his pleasure as he feared the Bleeding Effect would fade, Desmond felt his shaft tingle and he began to jerk off harder and faster.

The room was filling with the ghostly moans and Desmond's heavy breathing as the minutes passed. This young man was holding on longer than the past lovers Desmond had witnessed even though he was a virgin, "Nice stamina, Amore. How much longer can you last if I do this?"

"Gods, Ezio!" The young man cried out as Ezio palmed his balls while stroking him, he came with a whimpering moan making Desmond suddenly feel rather famished. Ezio slowed down his pace and seemed to almost worship his lover's body with kisses and touch.

It wasn't long until the Italian assassin came with a deep moan, and witnessing it Desmond followed. His release splattered across the stone floor with how strongly he came, as Ezio limply pulled out of the young man, Desmond's eyes shut.

The sounds faded as Desmond leaned against the raised stone to catch his breath. He felt pitiful for doing this all the time but he couldn't help himself, he has tried fighting against it all but it just didn't work out.

A sigh escaped Desmond as he flicked his hands clean with a grimace before pulling his pants back up and zipping it closed, he buried his whole body into the sleeping bag after examining it for any unwanted guests and curled up with a sigh. It was late.

And he was too exhausted.