Did you know that Altair and Ezio aren't related? Confirmed by the Writer.

Ah, my loves. Forgive me for being dead for so long. With the AC3 out I realized I should write more stories; I stopped last time because I figured 3 chapters were good. I was being lazy~.

Also I destroyed my laptop when trying to move into a new apartment, bitch fell down the stairs. Got around to buying a new one finally and adding things in, then took time off from writing to focus on drawing and work. (A LOOOONNNNGGGG TIME)

RANDOMNESS:

'Once upon a time, there was a beautiful young girl whose stepmother always made her stay home with the baby. And the baby was a spoiled child, and he wanted everything to himself, and the young girl was practically a slave. But what no one knew is that the king of the goblins had fallen in love with the girl, and he had given her certain powers. So one night, when the baby had been particularly cruel to her, she called on the goblins for help!' –Sarah, Labyrinth

(My favorite movie. ^.^)

WaRnInGs!: Whipping, rough anal, humiliation (It's not that bad)

Pairing: Cesare and Ezio

Time: 1503

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Silence was actually comforting for Ezio most of the time; it was his companion in being an assassin. But now he found himself aggravated by it, the only sound coming from his breathing and the rattling of the chains that restrained him to the ceiling of the cell. Once more he pulled on the cuffs around his wrists in futile; nothing gave but the ache in his arms. The assassin frowned and studied the grim walls of his cell, not even a bar window or bucket in sight.

Vaguely he wonders, what the young Borgia fool was doing. Perhaps collecting various devices to torture him with, although Ezio was sure he could put up quite a fight. Maybe inject a sneering comment here and there, wound the pride of the little bastard because that was the only offense he had left.

Faintly he could hear footsteps outside the door, quick and with purpose. Muffled shouts from outside and the jingling of his cell urged Ezio to straighten his stance, appearing confident in this situation.

"-n't need you fools following me in! Go away from me or a dive off this castle, which will you choose?!" Sneered Cesare as he pushed the door open with one hand, flicking the other at his Papal guards. "Do NOT interrupt us! And keep that whoring Lucrezia out of this section of the building, do you hear me?!"

The guards jerked their heads in affirmation and scurried away, leaving their master at the opening of the cell. Cesare scoffed and stepped into the cell, the only exit closing with a resounding thud behind him. "You seem bored assassino."

Ezio grunted, "Your presence does little to change that." He mentally smirked when Cesare frowned; clearly he thought his presence was not one to dismiss.

"You prefer my sister then? What kind of maestro assassino helps his enemy?" Bit out Cesare as he slowly circled to the back of the assassin, mindful of the narrowed eyes that followed him. If Ezio was unnerved that his enemy was behind him, he didn't show it. Instead he shrugged, "I assumed you were going to kill her."

"Once more, why help her? She does nothing but spread her legs to the eager." Ezio stiffened; the Borgia had grabbed his ponytail in a vice-like grip. Cesare seemed content to just hold the hair in his hand, his eyes studying the backside of the undergarments Ezio usually wears under the robes.

"I didn't." Ezio flatly replied, "She was the one that jumped into my arms as I was trying to kill you."

A chuckle sounded from behind him, "A good shield. She even let me stab through her to get to you." To prove his point Cesare trailed his free hand down to the left side of Ezio's back, patting the sword wound that led to his capture. The wounded assassin tried to fight off the flock of guards and himself but to no avail, although Cesare gave him credit for taking more than half down while losing consciousness.

Ezio hissed but forced himself not to flinch from the touch, "A cowardly thing to do to your sister."

Without warning Cesare jerked the hair towards him, exposing the stubble tan neck to his viewing. "She is mine to throw away as you are mine to play with." Hissed Cesare and he attached his mouth to the spot just below his prisoner's ear. His free hand dived under the shirt to caress the scarred abs, mapping the area and feeling every powerful muscle. His lips curled in a smirk when he felt the man shiver under his assault.

Ezio gasped in surprise and tried to pull forward away from the touches, only earning a dark chuckle and more nips to his throat. "Y-You! What are you doing?!"

Cesare lifted his mouth from the red hickey, swirling his tongue before leaving it. "As I said, mine to play with. The way you respond tells me you are not opposed to it."

The assassin kicked out and narrowly missed the knee of Cesare; his reward was a harsh rake from the hand that was feeling his chest. Ezio growled, "Is this a sick fantasy of yours? This is why you wanted me locked up?" He could already tell where this was going and God help him, he would put up one hell of a fight.

As if knowing what the assassin was thinking, Cesare shoving his forefinger in the open sword wound without warning. He grinned as his captive trashed around and jerked in pain, a pained gasp escaping the scarred lips. "Oh please do fight assassino. Breaking and taming your wild spirit would only be much more satisfying." He removed his finger in favor of ripping off the stained shirt; also tugging off the hair band and letting the hair go.

Wincing in pain, Ezio breathed in relief as the bastard removed his hands and proceeded to tear his shirt in pieces. Despair was closing in as he felt hands grip his trousers and were swiftly removed leaving him naked to the cool air. It was shameful and so disgusting for the Borgia to do this to him but he supposed that was the point, rub in the fact that even he could be handled like this.

Cesare nested his chin on the crook of Ezio's shoulder and neck, eyeing the manhood presented to him. A dark chuckle sounded from him as he pressed his entire being into the curve of Ezio, making sure his arousal was nudged against the crease of the ass. His hands traveled through the black coarse hair to stop right above the limp member. Ezio surpassed his quivering in favor of a growl, "Don't you dare."

And for a minute, nothing happened. Only their harsh breathing and beating hearts were loud and moving, one from fear of what will come and the other from excitement of what he will do. Ezio willed himself not to quiver in need or fear as the hands stayed right where they are, so dangerously close to his member.

"As you wish."

Ezio blinked in surprise when Cesare removed himself completely from his body and stepped back. For a brief moment he fooled himself into thinking the Borgia would leave it at that until he heard a crack in the air. The assassin jerked away from the stinging pain in his back with a shout, more in surprise than pain. He let out a grunt as another whip slash came down, this one more near his lower back and harder.

"My hand or the whip? Tell me mia cagna." Cooed Cesare, his hand trailing the angry red mark and smirked at the shuddered exhale from the man.

It shouldn't have felt good when the unyielding hand gripped his left globe, kneeing it gently. There shouldn't have been a hot zap to his cock when another blow came right on top of the first one; then another and another. Each one had Ezio withering and gasping but with pleasure and pain, his mind screaming stop and more. He never knew that he could succumb to pain like this, wanting more of the punishment like some trained whore.

Ezio wrenched his head down at the thought and gazed at his half hard cock in wonder, shame flood his cheeks. "S-stop! No more!"

Cesare stopped his assault and draped himself onto the swelling back, his arms encircling the quivering mess that he created. He rested his chin on his prisoners shoulder, craning his neck to see the manhood weeping and standing tall. A grin stretched his face, "You whore. This is meant to be torture yet your cock springs in excitement. Where is your pride, maestro?"

Every word that spilled from the smug Borgia had Ezio burning in shame and disgust, his cock pulsing at the crude words and heart beating like mad. He sucked in his bottom lip and bit hard to stop the moan that threatened to come out but was powerless to stop the excited tremble that wrecked his body.

"Even now, while I shame you with words, your body shivers and your cock begs for more. What would your friends say?" Cesare trailed his hand down to grab the manhood and lazily rub it up and down, gripping hard and slicking it with the drops of pearl from the head. "What would their faces look like if I bent you forward in front of them all and fucked you while you moaned like a bitch in heat?" An eager buck into his hand had Cesare chuckling and he increased the speed, his own cock straining against his trousers at the grunts and gasps he elected from the older man.

Ezio cried in despair as the hand of his enemy let him go, his hips buckled in the air for moment and he slumped in defeat. He knew this was the enemy, the one that killed his uncle, but at that moment his whole being just wanted the friction back, the intense pleasure that was bestowed upon him left him craving and wanting. There should have been more resistance from the hardened assassin but this new found submission had him breathing hard and heat pooled unbearably in his stomach. All he wanted, needed, was release from the strain and he realized Cesare could give him that and more.

'Just this once.' Thought Ezio and he allowed a pathetic whine to escape from his throat, surging backwards to grind against the body that he burned for. He threw his head back as hands gripped his hips to ground him down on the organ that could give him release.

Cesare snarled in victory, "So easy to break in. I should have thrown you down on the ground and had my way with when I first saw you! You would have just taken it while your whore watched you!" They grinded against each other, both no longer fighting there primal urges to just rut against their heat.

"Yes! Yes!" Cried Ezio, no longer caring about his responsibility as an assassin, he was only a needy man that didn't care for anything but the white hot pleasure he craved.

Cesare wrenching his hand down to free himself and without a moment of hesitation, he shoved himself into the eager heat and stood still. Ezio had screamed from the intrusion but Cesare only felt a surge of power as he gazed at the quivering back painted in his handiwork. There was liquid that ran down his coarse hair that was no doubt blood from the rough entry, an entry that left Ezio making jerky movements and gasping in pain.

Everything just came down to pain that should have had Ezio not wanting this and fighting back but he only relaxed as much as he could so Cesare could move. Every slow thrust scarped with pain and there was blood trailing down his thighs but still he twisted and moved how Cesare wanted him. He could feel a dull throb of pleasure with every thrust but he knew the Borgia was missing his spot on purpose.

He swallowed, "B-Borgia."

Cesare only continued to thrust shallowly, fighting with every urge just to ram into the tight heat but he wanted to her the man beg and grovel. To see the mighty eagle bow to him and only him, to give him everything he wanted without a fight. "Ask nicely Ezio."

The older man shuddered as his name was sounded and he realized he was no longer considered an assassin but a man that needed help.

He licked his lips, "Please, Cesare. I need m-more." It was like a weight was freed from his chest and all he had to do was allow another to handle him. For once, no longer having to concern himself with others and having to uphold some image of righteousness; he could just give in to pleasure.

The plea rolled over his body like a raging wave of power and arousal, his name spurred his hips forward to drive into the deserved pleasure that his prisoner needed. He watched in fascination as the back arched gracefully in pleasure, a moan of appreciation coming from the broken man. It was then that Cesare came to a thought, 'Ezio is mine.'

Ezio pushed back against every thrust eagerly, his prostrate taking the pounding leaving him wanting more and he moaned. He was dimly aware that he couldn't feel his arms that were still strung up and there was still a hiss of pain with every shove into his hole; and it all felt so damn good. Ezio mewled as teeth bruised and bit into his throat, the pain added to the haze in his mind and all he could do was stand on unsteady legs and take it.

"Say that you're mine! My whore!" Shouted out Cesare after a vicious bite to the shoulder that had Ezio squirming.

Ezio gasped, "Yours! I'm your whore!" His cock practically jumped as he said those words, his mouth opened in shock at Cesare drilling into him harder. He couldn't recognize his own voice; it sounded too high pitched and desperate, screaming for more.

"Again!"

"Yours! F-Fuck, I belong to-ahhhn-you!"

Cesare gripped his hair and thrust once more before spilling inside the man, his breath ragged and he was heaving for air.

Ezio almost came himself when the hot liquid spilled inside him and moaned as it dripped down his aching thighs. He waited for Cesare to catch his breath before he gently thrust back; he was still hard and wanted.

There was a breathless chuckle and a clank of metal, and Ezio was able to lower his arms with a grimace, they felt heavy and useless. A hand slapped his back and Ezio held back a yelp, his cock bounced though.

"Wrap a hand around yourself while I help." Cesare commanded, resting his hands on the hips in front of him and molded them together.

Ezio nodded shakily and did as he was told, gasping at the contact as he was already close. He bucked into his hand, acutely aware of the hot breathe on his ear as it hitched. The hands that broke him down rubbed into his hips and cheeks, a tongue lapped at the messy marks on his throat and he came with a wordless pant. The world crashed down on him and Ezio found himself on his knees, his legs finally giving out and his body seemed to agree as he landed on his side with a pained moan.

His captor observed him with a smirk, "Ezio, what shall I do with you?" He pulled his trousers up and leaned over his fallen eagle, caressing the sweaty brow almost lovingly.

Ezio forced himself to lie on his back and he glared, "You could send your sister next time."

As if he was burned, Cesare reeled back and glared; the enemies in them back and their walls built up again. "You damn whore! I should cut your damn tongue and fuck your mouth!"

The assassin ignored the jolt of arousal and instead shot up, fisting Cesare's hair and slamming their mouths together. The Borgia didn't waste any time and grabbed the graying brown locks, nipping angrily at the snarling mouth hungrily. They fought for dominance and tongues danced around to claim territory, molding and pulling back then smashing again in force. Finally after the angry clashes Cesare gave in and Ezio took advantage to sneak his hand down and grab the keys forgotten in the trousers.

Cesare moaned around the appendage that seemed intent to dive don his throat before he pulled back, remembering that he was suppose to be in control. He flung his fist into Ezio's chest, who pulled back with a snarl but otherwise did nothing.

"Next time, I'll have you cry like the woman you are, assassin." He straightened himself and walked out the door, shutting it with a grin. The Borgia pushed his shoulders back and continued down the hall to look for his guards to feed Ezio; perhaps he should see if his sister is dead yet.

Ezio watched the door for a while and snorted, flicking the key up and down. He glanced at his clothes, ripped and dirty, and decided that when the guard came to give him food he'll borrow his. With a smirk, he stood and unlocked the ion clamps on his arms; outside the door he could hear the heavy clanking of metal and grumbling.

"Don't see why we have to feed a mere prisoner. I should st-aaggr!"

Ezio smashed his fist into the unsuspecting throat of the Papal when he put one foot though the door and smiled as the man fell down. The assassin breathed out as the sharp pain in his lower back reminded him of his submission and shame. Clothing himself, Ezio set out down the hall; there was a Borgia that needed a lesson and Ezio was more than willing to teach.

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Holy SHIT! I bet you guys are like "Don't disappear again for years!" So so sorry but here's a new somewhat more serious chapter. I don't know if I should continue this story of make it a one shot. Been thinking of starting a story for Teen Wolf because I'm so addicted!

Also, ANOTHER AC GAME?! 0.O

I haven't even played AC3. Now there's a new one coming. I can't keep up; there are too much new shows, games, and movies!

Review the love n hate! (-.-)/