Chapter 3
Can I Bribe You?
'Altair? Why am I seeing him here? I thought that his Bleeding Effect signature was weaker here where Ezio lived…' Desmond watched the ghostly form of the Syrian pace past down the tunnel, slowly Desmond followed curious. 'I wonder where he actually was at this time…'
A loud ringing along with a hard wave of nausea filled Desmond's ears making him gasp and stagger back. His vision blurred and darkened, was it another vision like the one that showed Altair and Maria? Or one like the time with Ezio?
Falling to the ground, Desmond blacked out before his back even hit the stone.
'I am in Masyaf… Before or after the defeat of Al Mualim?' Desmond pulled his hood further down across his face to keep away the sun while people eyed him nervously, gulping the man rushed through the assassin town to find a place to hide before anyone could pay him any more mind.
How did he get out of this hallucination? He had no idea how he escaped the one with Ezio.
"You there, halt!" A pair of assassins was rushing towards Desmond, the young man tensed up but waited to see what would happen. "Take off your hood and state your name."
That was a bad idea, before the men got closer Desmond sped off through the town making the two call out. Soon Desmond was sprinting over the roof tops with a group of assassins after him, "God dammit!" If he keeps running this way he will end up in the assassin tower.
Veering a sharp right turn, Desmond rushed to the edge of the building and sighed in relief. The assassins tailing him cried out in surprise as the stranger pulled a perfect leap of faith into the hay far below. Desmond rushed out of the pile sending hay everywhere as the assassins followed him down.
He was able to reach the gate before a fast assassin caught up to him, hearing the sound of a hidden blade right behind him Desmond spun and blocked it with his own. The guard looked surprised along with the others who caught up, Desmond held out his hidden blade hand in warning as he backed out of the town, the assassins eyed his blade and five fingers with wide surprised eyes.
"Keep back from me, I don't want trouble." The assassins eyed him as Desmond exited the village, he knew they were thinking about capturing him for questioning. "Safety and peace Brothers…" He ran down the road, he didn't want to risk taking an assassin trained horse as he knew they could simply whistle and it would throw him off, the assassins were left stunned at hearing their greeting on the tongue of a stranger.
Another assassin, who had just returned from a mission and had witnessed the scene just inside the gates, leapt onto his horse without hesitation and rode after the sprinting Desmond. Seeing who it was the guards turned back and walked the other way, the arrogant man would easily catch up to the stranger.
Desmond looked over his shoulder and gaped, it was Altair right behind him. Of all people! Desmond sucked in breath and sped up, he was feeling exhausted but his terror and adrenaline powered him onwards. As quickly as possible he scaled up the large view tower that was abandoned and ruined after an attack to avoid Altair's horse.
At the top he looked down over the edge, where did the horse and rider go? Swallowing Desmond examined the ground trying to work out if it was safe or not to leap into the hay below.
Suddenly an arm wrapped around his neck and pulled him against a powerful chest, Desmond released a gurgle and clawed at the unmovable forearm. "Stop."
At Altair's powerful voice Desmond went stiff with both fear and awe, he shivered against Altair and panted from his sprinting. With mouth dry from dehydration and terror, Desmond waited for Altair to speak or make his move.
"You will come back to Masyaf with me and do as you are told by the other assassins and Al Mualim." A painful feeling tightened in Desmond's throat and his trembled began to grow worse.
"I… I can't… I have to get home…" Altair's free hand grabbed the back of Desmond's hood and went to pull it off, with both hands Desmond held on and tugged its hem almost to his mouth, "Stop!"
"What are you hiding, spy?"
"I am not a spy! Please don't take off the hood, I am begging you!" Pausing at Desmond's frightened tone, Altair thought.
"Why are you so terrified?"
"I… please just don't… just let me go, you will never see nor hear of me again…" He was shivering more now, Altair could feel the quakes and frowned in slight concern and suspicion. "I will do anything, please don't take the hood off and take me back there…"
"Anything? What could you possibly do to bribe me with?" Altair sneered out his words and he could literally hear the man gulping nervously.
"I… I don't know… You could cut off my fingers or my tongue. I seriously don't care just don't take me back…" Behind Desmond Altair raised his brows at the suggestions and released the man's hood to think.
Cautiously he loosened his arm, Desmond tensed up more but didn't run. Hands pushed down on his shoulders and he knelt, the feeling in his throat tightened as he shivered. What was Altair thinking about?
Staring at the ground while holding his hood tight, Desmond tried to swallow away the pain while Altair stood behind him. "What is your name?"
"D… Desmond…" And odd name in Syria but Desmond was too afraid to make up a name, he also knew Altair would notice a fake name a mile away.
A sharp snort made Desmond flinch, "A stupid name." That riled Desmond up and made him grind his teeth, arrogant bastard. "But that doesn't matter right now, undo your pants."
The words made Desmond shiver and his mind go blank for a moment, "I… what…"
"I said undo your pants." Altair's tone was slightly snappish tone, Desmond hesitantly removed his hands from his hood and unzipped his pants. Fingers hooked over the hem and tugged the jeans down to his bent knees. Anticipation tightened in his chest as Altair bent Desmond's face down into the stone while kneeling behind him, he felt the Syrian's limp shaft against the flesh of his arse and twitched.
Altair grinded against Desmond's balls making him moan catching Altair by surprise, "So you have been with men before?"
"Hmm!" Desmond hummed in both agreement and pleasure as two fingers pushed inside him, Altair 'scissored' his fingers inside Desmond's arse making the modern man moan and squirm. Desmond held the back of his head with one hand and bit into his wrist, he didn't want to risk screaming Altair's name. The Syrian hadn't actually told him it yet.
A hand slapped against his arse making him gasp and arch away from his wrist, "I want to hear you screaming, spy."
"I… I… what is your name?"
Once again Altair was silent as he thought before he spoke with a whisper where Desmond's ear was beneath the hood. "Altair." Then he curled his fingers tightly inside Desmond's prostate making him cry out.
"A… Altair…" Desmond moaned into the stone and shivered, Altair smirked at the reaction he was gaining. Even Kadar hadn't reacted so sensitively when Altair took his virginity so long ago. Thinking about the young man he flinched, the death of Kadar hit him harder than Malik thought. "Altair?"
The voice of Desmond snapped Altair back to the present, he had stopped in stroking the strange man's walls making Desmond squirm in frustration rather than pleasure. Tightening his lips he thrust his fingers into the knuckle and curled them tightly, making Desmond moan and gasp.
Slowly he fucked the man's tight hole with his fingers, adding a third after a few minutes. Desmond was wriggling beneath Altair and gasping into the ground, he could feel his manhood weeping painfully in want. "Please…" The beg was long and deep, Altair pulled his fingers out enough to stroke around the man's walls for a moment before pulling fully away. His shaft was almost fully hard from Desmond's moans and sensitive whimpers.
Running his hands up his shaft, he positioned his tip at the man's hole and waited until he was fully hard. Desmond breathed heavily against the ground sending up puffs of sand and dirt as he waited with anticipation.
"AH! ALTAIR!" Desmond's scream echoed across the quiet landscape in pleasure as Altair pushed inside deeply, instantly the Syrian took Desmond's arse hard while holding his arse tightly with his nails. Small drops of blood formed beneath Altair's fingers and glistened on Desmond's flesh beautifully.
"A loud one." Altair muttered with a snigger as Desmond cried out with each hard thrust and grunted non-stop as he was rubbed against the rock. It was as painful as it was pleasing, Desmond enjoyed it greatly for it was different to what he was used to. Even Ezio was quite gentle in his personal hallucination.
Between each gasp and cry Altair caught onto little words from Desmond, mostly the word 'please' along with his name as Desmond begged for more and his release. A breathless chuckle rushed from Altair before he could stop it and looked down at his shaft as it slid in and out of Desmond's welcoming arse.
He will not give the other man relief until he was done accepting his bribe.
Giving a small grunt, Altair held tighter to Desmond's flesh and began to thrust slower to draw out the pleasure. It made Desmond whimper.
His release was right there in his grasp but unattainable as Altair slowed down right as he felt it about to burst, then when he was calmed down the Syrian sped up again before repeating. It was agonising and made Desmond tear up at the desire. "Damn it Altair, please!"
In answer Altair sighed long and shook his head with a smirk, Desmond sounded so commanding then, unlike the trembling frightened man from before.
"Very well then." He sped back up into his original hard thrusts making a high pitched sound come from Desmond's mouth, he panted into the ground and cried out in relief and pleasure as he came. Not halting his thrusting power and speed, Altair spread Desmond's arse cheeks wide and started to gasp in hot breaths himself.
His balls were tingling with familiar passion, Altair hunched over Desmond's back and tucked his head into the back of the man's hood as he thrust in harder one final time before filling the man with his eruptive release. Before he even finished coming he pulled out sending his essence all across the man's bleeding welt covered arse.
Breathing in deeply and smelling the strange musk from the man's precious hood, Altair moved back and stood. He recovered quickly and tucked his limp shaft back into his pants while smirking down at his work. Desmond was slouched on the ground not moving from the position Altair fucked him in, his arse dripped with Altair's release and was a beautiful sight.
"I accept your bribe, don't come back to Masyaf unless you mean to answer to Al Mualim."
"I… yes…" Desmond sighed as he stretched out on the ground to remove his cramps, Altair stepped over him and dived into the hay below without another word. It took a while but Desmond finally recovered and pulled up his pants over Altair's come. Wincing he dived into the hay too and made his way towards the river. He pulled of his hoodie after looking around then dived under the water, he resurfaced away from the edge with his back turned in case someone suck up on him.
Cautiously he turned his head, no one was there. Watching the rocks Desmond pushed a hand down and undid he pants, he pushed them down enough that he could wash his manhood and arse. Finishing as the air grew cold as the sun set, Desmond slashed out of the water and removed his shirt.
He wrapped his jacket over his torso and sighed at the warmth. He curled up in between rocks to protect himself from the wind and shivered to sleep. Maybe he will wake up now?
-A-
"WAKE UP!" SLAP! Desmond snapped awake and threw the attacker off him, he unsheathed his hidden blade and looked around with wide eyes. Shaun looked at him with tight lips of annoyance. "What the bloody hell happened to you? We were looking everywhere for you and you were asleep here!?"
"I… I am sorry, I collapsed again. I should get more rest…" Shaking violently, Desmond rose to his feet along with Shaun who suddenly looked worried at the man's pale face.
"Go, I will tell Lucy you are unwell again…" Nodding in thanks to Shaun's surprising concern, Desmond walked off towards Ezio's hidden room to sleep off everything and get some rest.
These powerful Bleeding Effect hallucinations were drawing out a lot of him. He wanted to mention them to the others minus certain details but felt like he would be thought mad.
Inside the room Desmond paused and looked at the small mirror he had brought inside, he undid his pants and tugged them down past his arse and turned to look at it. He felt his throat tighten in shock.
His arse was covered in crescent nail shaped welts.
