Altair made his way through the city pushing through a trio of jar carrying women to get to the same spot as yesterday. It was all but deserted. To his surprise, the woman was still there. He pushed through the cluster of people, making sure to stay out of her sight.
Altair tried to figure out why she captivated him so much. Was it more than just her beauty that drove him?
Suddenly, to his displeasure, she looked up and spotted him. The woman took off in the opposite direction. She sprinted faster than anyone he'd ever known, but Altair was quicker. She climbed a ladder, hoping to lose him on the rooftops but that didn't prove very affective. He caught her in a tight hole then forced the woman to the ground with his blade at her neck.
"Who are you?" he demanded "What witchcraft are you playing on me?"
"No witchcraft," she said in a voice that completely took Altair by surprise. "Please, I meant you no harm. You just shocked me. When I see an assassin, my first instinct is to run… but you…"
He turned her over so that she was lying on her back.
"You're not—?"
Instead of a woman he saw a young man. A very beautiful young man. His face looked as if it were sculpted by angels. His hair was bark russet, complimenting his cobalt eyes.
"You…you're so…" he gently caressed Altair's cheek.
He saw the young man's face flush. Altair could feel something happening to him. Something that he didn't want to admit, but could not hide. Not even in the slightest.
"Henry," he said. "Who are you, Assassin?"
"Altair," he replied reluctantly, not knowing why he was so captivated by Henry; and Henry could not remember the last he time was mesmerized by a man. So he decided to play with the assassin.
He rubbed his hips against Altair's, feeling his erection harden.
"Do what you want with me," Henry whispered in his ear. "I am at your mercy, Assassin."
Altair picked the young boy up and carried him to a roof garden nearby. When he was sure they were well hidden, Henry began to undress himself; Altair did the same.
"We should get this over with quickly if you don't mind," Henry suggested. "I have a shift to get to really soon."
The Altair nodded and continued on. It was quick, but pleasurable. He bent the younger man over, on his knees, and entered him roughly. There was nothing passionate about his movements; just haste and lust. The Assassin thrust inside Henry a few times causing him to moan a bit loudly (Henry's moaning nearly caught the attention of a few Damascene guards who, to his fortune, did not recognize his voice). A few times he would feel himself getting close, but would have to stop to cover the mouth of his partner.
Finally, Altair came inside the younger man. They separated, and then took a moment to catch their breath. Altair began to dress himself hastily, not even bothering to clean himself off. Henry sighed and looked down.
"What do you suppose I do with this?" he said indicating his rather firm erection.
He looked up at Altair with hopeful eyes.
"No matter how beautiful you are, I will never get on my knees for a man," Altair replied coldly, putting on his robe before tying his sash around it.
Before he left, Henry bolted up and wrapped his arms around Altair's waist.
"Will I ever see you again? Altair?"
"No."
With that, the assassin was gone.
