Chapter 2

Hell of a Hallucination


What happened? One moment he was talking casually to Shaun and Rebecca as Lucy sent emails to the assassins on their progress, the next he was shivering and sweating before collapsing to the ground. Voices cried out around him in concern before he blacked out.

So why was he standing in the middle of Monteriggioni's tunnels feeling perfectly fine? "Oie! Who are you!?" Desmond spun around with wide eyes, men dressed like the mercenaries under Mario's command were rushing at him. Without asking questions he fled.

"Stop!" Through the tunnels they ran, Desmond shivered as the men yelled at him in Italian and stuck to his heels. Turning a corner he leapt up into the secret area that led around to Ezio's training room and tucked himself into the shadows. The mercenaries ran around and gaped, "Where… did he go?"

"Is something wrong?" Desmond tensed up and slapped his hands over his mouth as Ezio came up behind the men.

"Master Ezio! We found a man down here when making sure the tunnels were all safe and clear but he vanished around this corner."

"Oh? You both circle back and I will search around here." The mercenaries saluted and rushed off, Ezio looked around before climbing into the secret path. Hastily Desmond leapt around and began to rush through the tunnel, Ezio spotted him and gave chase without a word.

He knew there was nothing at the end that will help him escape besides weapons, but Desmond understood that he would not be able to overpower Ezio and his training. He might have the same skills from the Bleeding Effect but didn't know how to utilize what he learnt to the fullest.

Crying out, Desmond was tackled to the ground and hit the rock with a bang. Hunching over his back, Ezio held Desmond's arm twisted behind him painfully. Groaning out in the pain erupting in the side of his face and chest he went still as Ezio breathed down the back of his neck.

"Who are you and how did you find my secret path?"

Biting his tongue Desmond kept his eyes on the rock floor and didn't say a word, Ezio tightened his grip making Desmond wince. "Let go…" The ex-bartender grumbled out deeply through tight teeth, he could feel the clothed Italian rubbing against him and it made him heat up in embarrassment.

"Answer me and I may consider it."

"Desmond, and I saw it. Now let go." Desmond struggled to throw the man off but his grip was like a painful steel vice.

"You couldn't have just 'saw it' for it is perfectly hidden. How did you find it?"

"Just get off me!" Throwing his head back he caught the Italian by surprise, the back of Desmond's head slammed into Ezio's chin making the assassin grunt. Using the distraction Desmond succeeded in throwing the man off, rolling away he pulled up his hood at the same time not wanting his face to be seen even if this was probably just a hallucination.

Quick to his feet, Ezio eyed Desmond up and down while in a defensive stance. It made the man feel uncomfortable to see the assassin ready for a fight with him.

Holding out his hands with palms out he tried to reason with the other man, "Look I don't want trouble I just want to find a way home."

"Do you think I am a fool, you could be a Templar for all I know?" The sound of a hidden blade made Desmond flinch, Ezio had let it out making him feel a bit frightened.

"I…" Thinking as fast as he could as he backed up into a wall as Ezio came closer, "Look I know you as Brother, please don't hurt me or come closer!" That made Ezio halt for a moment, taking a breath Desmond stood tall and did the Assassin salute. "Safety and Peace Brother."

Tension filled the air as the two men stared at each other, Ezio looked down at Desmond's left hand that was fisted over his heart where he saw the darker eyed man's tattoo and the odd straps there. A strange hidden blade compared to his own.

"Why didn't you say that before running?"

"I… panicked. I shouldn't be here, I wanted to find a way home before anyone saw me but… well…" Desmond waved his hand at Ezio which made the assassin's eyes flash.

"Before I tackled you." Ezio spoke his understanding with a humorous tone as he seemed to relax a little more, but not letting his guard down. "I am Ezio."

"Ah… pleasure sir…" Nodding his head, Desmond nervously wrung his hands while feeling a little red, he was standing in front of Ezio a man he was watching for the past week getting it on with other men while masturbating. The Italian examined him and smirked at Desmond's embarrassment.

"Did I do something wrong?" Flinching at the assassin's almost flirty tone, Desmond tugged his hood more over his face to cover his blush.

"Nope, nothing. I should go…" A small gasp escaped him as he was slammed against the wall, he tightened his grip on his hood and stared at Ezio's chest, "Sir…?"

"Now why don't you let me take a peek? You are hiding more then you let on." His tone was both flirty and doubtful as he peered at the scar on Desmond's lip curiously.

"No I… hate showing my face amongst fellow assassins! They… I… look like Altair…"

"Really?" Ezio pulled away Desmond's hands and the man didn't resist, off went the hood with a flick and Desmond stared to the side nervously as Ezio examined his face. "Amazing, you look exactly like him."

Hands gently held his chin and twisted his face this way and that, feeling a little annoyed as the Italian didn't stop Desmond glared into Ezio's eyes. The Italian was smirking at him, Desmond felt his heart flutter as the other man licked his lips.

Shivering he felt Ezio's hands run up his clothed torso. "So you like men, Desmond?"

"Y… Yes…?"

"So you won't complain if I do this?" A hand palmed Desmond's manhood through his jeans, feeling the hardness Ezio's eyes brightened. Desmond shivered and stopped breathing for a moment but that was enough information for Ezio's answer.

"Good." A passionate mouth fell onto Desmond's lips, gasping he felt the Italian's tongue push in to explore the crevice. Moaning he tugged Ezio closer with his hands in the man's robes collar, hands gripped his arse and pushed his hips against the other man. Slowly Ezio grinded making Desmond moan.

Panting into Ezio's mouth Desmond unlatched the man's belts and straps with shaking hands and let them fall to the floor along with the man's outer clothing. Before he could get to work with the rest Ezio slammed him tight against the wall and began to grind hard while also kissing more feverously, it took Desmond's breath away and left his paralysed with desire.

They were both growing hard and Ezio sighed out, the Italian tugged away his vest and shirt leaving him in only his pants. Still trembling Desmond ran his palms across the revealed flesh. "Desmond you should get undressed too, I don't understand your clothing…"

Ezio peered down to eye Desmond's odd clothing before standing back to undo his pants, quickly Desmond undressed before the assassin could turn his attention back.

Looking over Ezio smirked at the panting man's face and the dark brown eyes staring at his revealed manhood hungrily, then his own lighter eyes became hooded with lust when Desmond pulled off his own pants.

"My, what do we have here?" Reaching out Ezio took it into his hand and rubbed it, Desmond shivered and leaned into the rock wall with a moan. "Already fully hard for me, Amore? I feel rather honoured."

"Please just… AGH!" Desmond slammed his head painfully against the rock and his hips jerked as Ezio stroked him with a tight grip, "Shit…"

"Language Amore." Ezio chuckled as he pressed against Desmond, "I will give you your release, don't worry. But first, you are not a virgin?"

"No… I'm not." Ezio's eyes sparkled.

"Then I shall take you without hesitating." Ezio spun Desmond around and pressed him tightly against the wall while standing flush against his back and spreading open Desmond's legs wide with his ankles.

"Ah!" Desmond gasped as he felt Ezio hit him deeply inside with his tip and rested his forehead on the back of his hands, Desmond was shivering all over. This was one hell of a hallucination , it felt so powerful and real and he didn't wish for it to end.

Two hands palmed at Desmond's balls and shaft at the same time gently as Ezio thrust into his arse slowly but always hit inside again hard, jolting out deep moans from the ex-bartender. With all this attention he was going to come soon, "Ezio…"

"Mmm?" Ezio moaned against Desmond's neck and he sucked the skin there, he knew what Desmond wanted and smirked against the warm skin as he listened to the other man's heavy breathing.

A strangled groaning sound halted Desmond's next words and he arched into the stone. Each thrust stroked him deeply making him jerk and twitch, he panted and moaned while tucking his head against his hands on the wall. Hot breath burned his neck as Ezio began to huff against his neck, the Italian mouthed the flesh and sucked hard to leave a red mark that hurt so much Desmond knew it would bruise, if this wasn't a hallucination.

Ezio gripped his balls and shift tightly making Desmond almost scream as he came. With a hand slick with Desmond's release, Ezio held the man's chin and pushed his fingers into the wide gasping mouth and rubbed his fingertips against Desmond's tongue. Moaning at the taste of himself on his tastebuds, Desmond grinded backwards onto the man's thrusting hips with an almost exhausted wheeze.

Loudly Ezio moaned as Desmond pressed back against him with each thrust and mouthed Desmond's neck and shoulder wetly. Using his free hand he pushed two fingers inside of Desmond's arse and curled them against his walls while thrusting in.

The hot walls tightened around him at that reaction and Ezio gritted his teeth, he came hard inside Desmond and moaned out a deep sigh. He kept himself buried to his stomach as he let Desmond's arse milk him with tight pulsing, he licked up and down the man's spine while rubbing the toned stomach.

Desmond shivered against the wall and sighed in exhaustion, he moaned curtly when Ezio pulled out his limp manhood. "Come along Amore and have a bath."

Nodding in agreement, Desmond dressed and followed Ezio out of the tunnel into the entrance behind Altair's statue. Without anyone seeing them they went into the bathroom, Desmond rubbed his arms nervously as Ezio drew up the water into the tub before stripping along with the man.

Together they bathed, Ezio leaned over Desmond with hands on either side of the man clenching the tubs rim. The Italian kissed Desmond passionately and the man moaned into it as he kissed back, they pulled back after a moment to take in deep breaths.

After cleaning up the two dressed and walked into a bedroom, "Take this spare room for the night. I will check on you in the morning."

"Thank you Ezio." Desmond felt very appreciative to the assassin's kindness, Ezio bowed his head politely and left Desmond to get some rest. If this hallucination didn't end, Desmond was certain he was going to have to answer for a lot in the morning. Because he was certain that even after what had transpired the Italian still doubted some things Desmond said.

-A-

Shooting awake with a gasp, Desmond sat up and searched the room. It was the same bedroom he fell asleep in but different, "I am… back?" Looking around he nodded his head, he was not in a bed but lying on the ground atop a camping rollout mattress.

He felt suddenly like a terrible person, he promised Ezio he would see him in the morning, even if it was just a hallucination he felt guilty. Swallowing he took deep breaths to calm himself and looked around.

The room looked dead and abandoned compared to how it was in Ezio's time, it was cold and made Desmond shiver. Slowly he stood with a wobble and tucked his jumper tighter around him, he could feel the cold coming through the broken walls and roofs.

Once again he couldn't help but wonder what happened here, did the Templar's attack or was the destruction from a closer time.

"Desmond? How do you feel?" Lucy came out of the shadows making Desmond flinch, he nodded his head and swallowed nervously.

"I am fine, what happened?"

"You must have been hit by your exhaustion and collapsed, you have been asleep all day… did you get bitten by a bug?"

"Huh?" Desmond looked in the reflection of the window and stiffened, just under his right jaw and ear was a large red welt, "I… I must have been."

Lucy hummed, "Get some food and more rest, we will be getting more work done tomorrow." Then she walked off as it was almost time for dinner, rubbing the red mark on his neck while following Desmond felt a little nauseous.

It didn't look like a bug bite to him, but more like a hickey.