Another two weeks passed by on the ship, Matteo had stayed glued to his twin's side for a couple of days before flitting off to woo the young woman he was interested in and Giovanni was pretty certain there was another woman too, As for him and Devrim; things were slow. And Giovanni had practically bitten his bottom lip raw with worry – the Turk was going to lose interest. Every time the older man touched Giovanni, the Italian would flinch or jump, he was over anxious all the time and Devrim was being so very sweet by giving him space – what he needed was to be ravished. Today he wanted the Turk to take him, it was the perfect opportunity because there was no way that Matteo would return to their room until noon the next day.
Devrim sat on his bed reading a battered old book, he'd been engrossed in it for hours and Giovanni almost felt bad that he was planning to disrupt him. The Turk was wearing his sleeping clothes, his robes and weapons stashed under the bed with the twins own robes, Giovanni had stolen his brother's trousers, which were definitely a little tight – how did Matteo not lose circulation? - he'd also dug out the high collared shirt he wore under his robes to hide his neck and he had very nearly brushed his hair more than once today until he realised he was behaving like a teenage girl. So it was time to man up.
He carefully plucked the book from Devrim's hand, marking the page and placing it on the floor. The Assassin looked up at him with confusion, "Uh...Giovanni?" The Auditore was still amazed that he'd found a gorgeous man who wanted him, that didn't care that he was mentally screwed up and would be nothing but a headache the longer they knew each other. "Are you alright?" Rolling his eyes at the man, Giovanni placed his hand under Devrim's chin and tilted it upward so he could kiss him, he ran his tongue along the Turk's bottom lip and the other pulled him closer. He was pushed into the mattress and Devrim wasted no time working on opening Giovanni's shirt, his lips pecking at the exposed skin as it was revealed and he seemed pleased to see one of his old bite marks still on his shoulder. "I was wandering what you were up to. Your best shirt, leather trousers that hug every bit of you and had me admiring your arse all day, the extra attention you paid to shaving and how many times have you tied and untied your hair today before leaving it loose? Are you trying to seduce me, Auditore?" Giovanni chuckled raising an eyebrow as if to say, 'did it work?'
Straddling the younger man, Devrim began on the laces of the too tight trousers, "I demand you never return these to Matteo and learn to belly dance in them," he tugged on them, trying to pull them over Giovanni's hips but they would not budge, the Italian reached down to loosen the ties on the thighs of his trousers, a smirk on his lips at Devrim's eager pulling on the ties and then threw them across the room in triumph, "Nothing will stop me from getting my hands on your skin." Kissing along Giovanni's collar bone, Devrim let his hand wander down to the hardening length between them and stroked teasingly, enjoying the moan the Italian made, "This is our perfect opportunity to be together undisturbed," Giovanni panted at the attention to his cock and pulled Devrim's face closer so that he could kiss him hard. Gaining a whole new appreciation for the man's beard, he moaned into the other's mouth as he enjoyed the rough scratch against his freshly shaven skin and the way he was forced to submit to an eager mouth with an even more eager tongue. He tasted delicious, like the sticky dates he had stolen from the ship's cargo, Giovanni's pushed his tongue against Devrim's, moaning again as he tried to gain some sort of control – with little luck when his manhood was squeezed lightly. The Italian looked into mischievous silver eyes and knew he would have to fight harder if he wanted any control; a spike of heat shot straight to his groin at the thought of being dominated by the Turk. He pulled at the man's clothing, Giovanni letting his hands roam down covered muscles until he reached the hem of the linen under shirt and pulled it up, unfortunately that meant the delicious friction on his cock had to stop so that the material could come off.
"Just remember not to be intimidated by my manliness, not everyone can look this gorgeous – mmph," He had to kiss Devrim to shut him up; the man loved the sound of his own voice, Giovanni was sure of it, though the Italian had to admit he liked to hear the rough accent when it was whispering those filthy things to him. For now he wanted to explore Devrim's body whilst he was being compliant. Tearing his mouth away and grinning Giovanni used his legs to roll them over on the bed, very nearly toppling them off it, "And I thought you were shy." A playful pull was administered to Devrim's chest hair causing him to grunt but he kept his mouth shut as Giovanni went about tracing muscle and scars with his hands first and then ducking down to nip at dark skin. It was another thing that made the man irresistible to the Italian; Devrim's voice, Devrim's skin, Devrim's eyes and Devrim's rough moan. Just Devrim in general.
He chided himself internally, he was behaving like a girl and that was enough to make him blush. Gold eyes travelled along the body beneath him, unsure of what the other would like most and that was when he remembered the sensitive cluster of scars his lips and tongue worked together to create small bruises across Devrim's chest, teeth scraping teasingly over an erect nipple each time he got close enough but pulled away each time the man beneath him arched toward his mouth. Giovanni had used the distraction to untie the Turk's trousers and pulled them from his hips with a wicked glint, "What are you going to do now that I am naked?"
Devrim thought Giovanni would be hesitant now, that his inexperience would make him relinquish his control, there was a dark glint in the Italian's eyes, leaning down he gave a broad sweep of his tongue from base to tip of Devrim's erection. Devrim bucked his hips and gasped loudly at the unexpected move, "G-Giovanni!" placing his hands on Devrim's hips to stop any further movement, the Italian wrapped his lips around the tip and gave a playful suck, pleased by the strangled noise he heard he moved his mouth to suck and lick along the hard shaft standing proudly before him.
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Devrim clenched his teeth together as he felt a hot mouth take him in completely, every inch of him enveloped in moist heat to the back of Giovanni's throat; he hadn't thought Giovanni had this kind of skill, it took practice to do this. Then the younger man swallowed around him and Devrim's toes curled, his hands shot into brown hair and pulled spasmodically as the overload of sensation made him keen loudly. Devrim wanted to push into the mouth torturing him so sweetly but couldn't with the force holding his hips down - how was Giovanni doing this to him? Even the man's tongue was sinful as it helped force wanton moans from Devrim. Giovanni sucked at the length until it came from his lips with a pop. "F...fuck..." Devrim's body tremored slightly as he tried to get his voice to work. That was not something a first timer could usually do, it took practice to swallow an entire cock and the Italian had taken him like it was easy. Giovanni's cheeks were flushed red and he was gulping in air like a fish on land; he hadn't been able to breathe properly whilst pleasuring the Turk. The Italian Assassin was quite proud of himself it seemed, Devrim was not surprised at the self satisfied smirk, making another tremble was a worthy achievement. Tucking some of his hair behind his ear, Giovanni went back to the task at hand, this time using the very tip of his tongue to wriggle along the dribble of pearly liquid beginning to trail down Devrim's cock. He gave a little grimace at the taste and texture, though he made no real complaint, "You do not have to..."
Devrim hissed lightly and his body tensed at the feel of teeth catching the crown of his length. It made the other pull away with a sheepish look and he would have apologised if Devrim hadn't of leaned forward and licked along his now swollen lips, "I will teach you a few tricks next time, güzel - I am supposed to be the one making you feel good." Giovanni opened his mouth obediently to the invading tongue, sighing as it rubbed against his own before retreating, "I want you." The Turk said lowly, his nose gently following the curve of Giovanni's ear all the while gently turning them on the bed until Giovanni was on his back. Giving one of his most charming smiles, the one that made his eyes crinkle and Giovanni swallow hard. "You lay there and moan prettily, let me do all the work...if you want to stop then just say so – I mean...you know what I mean, let me know. We do not have to do this tonight." Though the Turk would die if he was cock-blocked again. Reaching under the pillow, Devrim pulled out a little jar with a corked top and placed it out of the way but within reach, next he knelt between lean thighs and smiled again at the nervous inhalation. What had happened to his confident, sexual deviant of a few minutes ago? "I will look after you," He said as he opened the jar out of sight and dipped his fingers inside, "Just relax for me, güzel." The older Assassin kissed a tense jaw until Giovanni let out a breath, letting his body uncoil with every kiss and rub of inquisitive lips along his neck, a calloused thumb rubbed against a stiff nipple until a whine escaped him, "Sakin ol, Giovanni, do not be so nervous."
Giovanni's breath hitched at the cold feel of slick fingers rubbing against his entrance and again Devrim seduced him with his clever mouth. Easing his index finger into the other's tightness, doing nothing more than teasing the hole until Giovanni relaxed – which didn't seem to be happening any time soon. "Have you never spoken to anyone who has done this before?" Giovanni bit his lip and shook his head before gesturing to him, Devrim avoided eye contact for a moment, "I do not have the right experience of being the submissive one; I will make you feel good."
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Leonardo was hesitant, not sure how to bring the subject up without making the young man bolt. But he was never one to mince his words, "Giovanni...this is a little awkward but now that you are...getting involved romantically with others – I should really give you some advice." The young Giovanni physically flinched and stared down at his boots, hearing Leonardo laugh at him made the boy scowl and he would have walked away if not for the deceivingly strong grip on his wrist and an order to sit back down – which he did so like a kicked dog. The blonde waited until a glimmer of gold glanced his way before speaking, "I am not going to sugar coat it for you – it will hurt. It will be uncomfortable but as long as you are prepared properly there will also be pleasure after the initial breach." The young man paled slightly at the thought, "You can talk to me about this, Gio, to be honest I am not even going to give you the choice in this matter, I am going to give you instructions on how to prepare a partner and a few tips on how to relax if you end up being taken."
Giovanni wanted to cry in humiliation, how many sixteen year old boys were sat in their uncle's workshops learning how to have sex with another man – it was even worse than when Ezio tried to teach them about sex. Only this wasn't going to end in his father throwing him into a brothel and fleeing like a coward, "You will thank me for this one day." And with that disarming smile the artist had, Giovanni was tortured with diagrams.
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Devrim was looking at him with concerned...why was he looking at him like that? What had he missed as he tried to remember all the advice he had been given four years ago "...do you want me to stop, is it too much?" This was only slightly more mortifying than his previous thoughts; he had been concentrating so hard on all the things Leonardo had told him about sex with a man that he practically forgot where and what he was doing. "Whatever you were thinking of was very effective, Gigi, though I wish for your attention now,'" He wriggled the finger he had worked inside the younger man and Giovanni tensed around the digit, "You did not even notice, did you?" letting out a shaky breath the Italian shook his head, "Are you alright?" He nodded, "Good to know." Devrim muttered whilst working a second finger in, stopping at his second knuckle when he saw the pained wince shoot across Giovanni's face, "Bear with it for just a moment, Gigi." He pushed a little deeper and with a prayer he wasn't about to get knocked out, curled his fingers toward himself. Giovanni's hands scrabbled at the sheets of the bed, clawing the material as he bucked onto Devrim's fingers, his mouth opening to let out a short gasp of pleasure – what was that?! The other man stroked the small bundle of nerves again and again until Giovanni was mewling and thrusting his hips against the scissoring digits inside him.
Never in a million years had the Italian thought he could enjoy this, that his whole body would light up with blinding, mind numbing pleasure. He could feel his balls tightening as pre-come dribbled in a steady flow from his tip – he was going to come like some horny teenager, "W-wait...Dev...!" Grabbing Devrim's wrist he gasped and panted as he tried to calm himself, "Too much..." His prostate was left alone but the careful stretching continued; a third slicked finger wriggled past the tight ring of muscle. This time it did hurt, Giovanni tried to concentrate on the what felt good, his right hand wrapping around his length unconsciously to distract from the burning sensation.
"Look at you," Devrim said as he watched the other work himself, "Behaving like a common whore after acting like a scared virgin, bucking against my hand as you swallow my fingers whole." The Turk grinned as he watched a violent shiver travel through Giovanni's body, "I could tell you the recipe for cake and you would still shiver at my voice." He'd figured out what his voice could do to the Italian , using it now as another distraction as he loosened the almost vice like grip on his fingers. He worked patiently until he had Giovanni arching and panting desperately for him, the man's nails scoring his back as he tried to hang onto his control and Devrim couldn't wait any more. He removed his fingers to the sound of whine and replaced them with his cock; Giovanni breath caught and the Italian winced at the intrusion. It hurt and Devrim knew it would but he also knew it would get better, he just had to show the younger man that, "Breathe..." The Italian was so tight around him that the older assassin knew this had to be a little more than the other could handle, "Gigi...? Look at me."
" 'm fine." He gasped out in one breath. Sighing, Devrim finger combed the long strands of hair from the younger's face, leaning down to lick the tears that had escaped the clenched eyes.
"No you are not – get used to it, breathe properly and this will get better. You will suffer less." And as if to prove it the Turk stroked the flagging erection between them; Giovanni's body relaxed just the slightest bit of extra stimulation, able to take a little more of Devrim's length. "Remember what I said? Let me do all the work and I will have you writhing in no time." It was slow going at first; Giovanni's body accepting the intrusion the more he relaxed, the friction on his cock coupled with Devrim's lusty timbre in his ear making the pain bearable enough for him to take all of the man. For Devrim it was torture, he wanted nothing more than to plough into the vice like grip around him and revel in the heat of velvety walls pulsing around him – he would take Giovanni hard in the near future but this would take a little coaxing. He rocked his hips shallowly at first, silver eyes ever watchful of the pained face before him as he ground against the stretched ring clutching and twitching over his girth; dropping his head to a tanned shoulder with a frustrated moan, Devrim couldn't help but bite down in an effort to keep control. It caused the Italian to arch his back and then shiver as he gave an almost pleased whine, letting his hands caress up a tense arm which was supporting the Turk's weight and up along the cluster of scars on his side, Giovanni shut his eyes "You wanted to wait, I was the one trying to move, idiota." His eyes shut as the other pulled out barely an inch and pressed back inside slowly, testing his resolve. Breathing out harshly through his nose, Giovanni let his ankles cross behind his partner's waist and when the next push in came - he saw stars. It happened again and caused Giovanni to moan in surprise.
Devrim was relieved to have found the perfect angle so quickly, worried that he would agitate the Italian the longer he took to find it. Starting slow and shallow the two men fell into a heady push and pull as they got used to each other, until Devrim was able to enter a little deeper, a little harder. A strangled sound sat deep in the Turk's throat when the younger clamped down around him, "D-do not do that!" He saw a smirk flicker across Giovanni's lips and in revenge gave a firm thrust on the next push; Giovanni tossed his head back onto the pillow with a silent cry in reaction. The younger man was getting used to it, the awkwardness of a few minutes ago dissipating with every rub against his insides. It still ached, being stretched wide over a hard, throbbing cock – even the feel of Devrim inside him was becoming natural, every twitch and contour stroking deep within him was maddening.
How could he not squeeze around Devrim? Especially when the action was chipping away at the careful control Devrim thought he had over his own body. Giovanni wrapped inky waves of the Turk's hair around his fingers, pulling him closer so that their skin was sliding against the others, his mouth adding a new overwhelming sensation, "Wait..." Giovanni choked out,
"No."
"Please, wait." He was going to lose it, the lips and teeth on his neck, the hand pumping his aching length, the beautiful friction of Devrim's cock as it delivered long, smooth thrusts; Slow pulls and hard, fast pushes. He was practically shivering with too much sensation, "Wait."
"No." And the older assassin began a faster pace, pleased when his partner's hips rolled with the movement, "I said I was not going to let you hold back." He sat up, his free hand grabbing Giovanni's thigh and lifting it effortlessly as he snapped his hips forward. Silver eyes watched, half lidded, as Giovanni's body arched and he saw long fingers claw into the sheets, again no sound came from his open mouth but the look of rapture was enough to warrant another slap of skin on skin. "I said I would have you writhing," and that was exactly what he had the Italian doing – making such a display that Devrim wanted to see it again, every night for the rest of his life. He could tell the other was close too, every tanned muscle was tense, the turgid length in his hand was weeping continuously, throbbing strongly against his palm, and then there was the near death grip around him. His entrance gripped and swallowed Devrim every time, like it was the most natural thing in the world, "F-fuck!" Shutting his eyes the Turk swallowed thickly as bolts of pleasure shot through his body; the image arousing him more than he thought it should have.
Releasing Giovanni's cock, he gripped the thigh still around him and almost had the Italian doubled in half as he began to pound into him with abandon. He could feel short nails scoring his back and chest until he could feel the sting of sweat in bleeding welts, his hair being gripped and pulled, a mouth on his chin and jaw – it appeared Giovanni was flexible – he had wanted to watch the Italian lose it, he couldn't open his eyes though, he wanted to hold out just a little longer. Wanted to listen to the broken gasps and moans being ripped from his new lover.
Where Devrim wanted to hold on Giovanni wanted to shatter, he grabbed at any part of Devrim's body he could reach to anchor himself and lost any control of his body as he desperately met every thrust with one of his own. Giovanni was dizzy with pleasure and every nerve in his body was burning, his muscles had started to cramp but he didn't care, "D-De...Devrim! ...nnn...!" One, two more harsh thrusts and Giovanni was done.
Honey coloured eyes rolling back into his head, even with his eyes so tightly shut he could only see bright lights dancing on the backs of his eyelids. He felt so tightly wound as he came, that when the aching and spasms of his body finally subsided Giovanni could only go limp, his world going dark, and whimper as someone milked the last of his release from him.
When Giovanni came to, he could only sigh in what felt like exhaustion and adrenalin and perfection, something rough was caressing his stomach and he cracked an eye open to find out what was running over his sensitive skin, "Ah, I thought I had killed you," Devrim smiled at him gently. "You were only lucid for a minute or so, do not look so worried." Did he look worried? He had blacked out hadn't he? "You sort of just...melted. Moaning quietly and holding onto me like you were afraid I would vanish. I thought you were going to cut the circulation in my penis off." The Italian blushed brightly, clenching his abused hole and missing the other's presence inside him.
"Was it too much at once for you? Next time I will take better care of you instead of letting my lust control me – I just wanted to see you lose it...but I bet you do not remember your name right now!" Devrim continued to wash the messy release from the other's skin, satisfied enough to throw the rag aside, having already cleaned himself whilst Giovanni was unaware of the world. "Gigi...?" a pair of tired eyes peered at him, evidently displeased with the new pet name, though the younger man noticed the somewhat...regretful look in Devrim's eyes and his heart began battering against his chest – if Devrim told him it was over...
"Hey, hey," The Turk stroked hair from his lover's face having seen the panic cross his flushed features and understanding, "Relax, I just wanted to ask if you were in pain...there was blood...I was a little rough on you, forgive me?"
Giovanni nodded, he was sore now that the high from his orgasm was fading but he didn't feel abused and he was perfectly content. Devrim sighed in relief, his charming smile lighting up his face as he curled up against the Italian's side, "Would you like to go again?" Devrim propped himself up onto his elbow and laughed at the adorable expression of horror on Giovanni's face, "Light weight."
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Matteo choked a little on his bread, swallowing a large chunk instead of chewing like a regular human being but he was starving. Devrim gave him a firm slap on the back to help him, "Did your woman not feed you?" the man asked. Matteo had come back with an armful of food to add to their normal rations and had so far eaten like a ravenous wolf, even Giovanni was surprised.
"Thanks," he said after swallowing, "Well, dinner did not go as planned, Stephanie the blonde saw me with Helena the brunette and there was a little cat fight. Luckily Madeline the sexy older woman came over, told them that little girls were not enough for a growing boy like me and promptly dragged me to her bed...I am exhausted. Then she kicked me out before breakfast so she could entertain that Spaniard bastard with the 'talented tongue' – I am much better looking by the way – I crossed paths with...what is her name...Frances...Federica...Sarah! Sarah the red head and off I went to her room." He picked up an apple and nearly ate the whole thing in three bites, Devrim and Giovanni exchanged impressed looks, "She gave me her lunch because she is eating with her husband and friends in a different cabin."
The Turk shook his head a tiny bit, not sure if he was supposed to be in awe or disgusted, "Four women on the go and one of them is married...do you have no shame? What is wrong with liking one woman and concentrating on just her?" He said it just casually enough that it would not sound like a judgement.
"I was charming, she came onto me and I did my thing – it is her place to be ashamed, not mine. As for the others, I told them from the start I wanted company and that I was not monogamous." He leant back against the wall, resting his hands on his knees as he stretched his sore muscles, "I have plenty of time to fall in love; I am only twenty after all. Ha, three women on my birthday. That is so dull!" Usually he would be nursing a hangover and trying to untangle himself from a bed of women the morning after his birthday, it was a little depressing. Matteo raised his eyes to see that this time it was Devrim choking on his food and Giovanni was hitting the man's back with concern, "Why are you choking?" He asked amused.
Devrim stared at the older twin with wide eyes and an open mouth and then looked at the younger man the same way, "I completely forgot it was your birthdays! I am so sorry, my friends...I did not even wish you a happy day."
"Well, you did not really see me yesterday," Matteo shrugged, "It is still his birthday though, do not feel too bad, I am sure Vanni will think of something more he wants." His younger brother tilted his head at him, the universal sign for, 'what is that supposed to mean?' "Nothing. Just making conversation – not that you are too good at that."
"Matteo." The Turk sounded offended and it made Matteo roll his eyes, "Was that really necessary?"
Once again Matteo seemed nonchalant about it, "Of course." Getting up he ruffled the younger's hair and headed to the door, "We tell each other everything on our minds." Catching Giovanni's eye Matteo smiled sweetly at him, "No secrets, right?" and then he was gone.
The Turk's eyebrows drew together as he pondered Matteo's behaviour, it seemed odd. But then the man had seemed to have wanted to say something to Giovanni since he'd returned. He had commented on the scratches across Devrim's chest and back, asking him the lucky woman was and then he had glanced at his sleeping in Devrim's bed and smirked, 'I bet he stole your bed whilst you were sharing someone else's!' Giving a boisterous laugh, Matteo had then sat on the bed and shook his twin's shoulder. After that Matteo had seemed a little off. Giovanni knocked the other Assassin's shoulder, pointing to the door, then his head and then gestured between the two of them, "Matteo knows about us?" he nodded quickly, looking distressed as he chewed his bottom lip; Devrim brushed his thumb under the lip to get him to stop, "How? He thinks I was with a woman last night...you are just paranoid."
The Italian pulled away from any advance the man was planning and snapped, "No!"
"Alright...alright, güzel," Devrim grabbed Giovanni's hands, giving them a squeeze in an effort to calm him, "He has not said anything, not directly anyway. He is your brother, Gigi, maybe he is hurt that you did not tell him – if he was disgusted by us then he would have kicked off, he would have said something about it...or punched me in the face. How did he figure it out though?" With a sigh Giovanni pulled the collar of his top down to reveal he shoulders and collarbone, his tanned skin was covered in dark bruises that Devrim had sucked into his skin throughout the night. "...Birthday gifts? Bet no one has ever given you those before or had sex with you several times...oh Giovanni." Devrim threw his arm around his lover's shoulder and pulled him into his side, "I think maybe Matteo has been suspicious for a while. He has not showed any displeasure until now and I gave him hassle about his million girlfriends, perhaps I upset him? Let me go talk to him."
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Giovanni had put up a bit of resistance, not wanting Devrim to seek out his brother but after kissing him stupid for a few minutes the younger man did not resist much more than that. Matteo had nearly caught them together so many times that he would have to be blind or stupid to not see what was going on. Perhaps he couldn't handle seeing the marks on his brother, maybe he was questioning himself on his brother's sexuality – it was probably a shock but the words he said before leaving...Devrim had seen and heard hurt in the older Auditore. He was upset that Giovanni hadn't trusted him with such a secret.
This really wasn't what he needed now that he had slept with Giovanni; it could scare the younger Assassin off. If Matteo told him to stay away from the Turk then Devrim was certain Giovanni would do it. Twins were loyal like that. The Italian was leaning against the side of the boat, out of the view of others but a perfect place to see people coming close without being seen himself. "It is not fair to take cheap shots at your brother. I am actually quite disgusted to be honest."
"Ha!" Matteo turned around to face him, his whole person oozing with concealed rage, his hands shaking with it, "Honest? For a man who seems to be all for honesty and always doing the right thing, you lie every minute of the day. What lies have you told my brother to get him in your bed? Did you tell him you loved him? That you will be together forever and you will never leave him?" Scoffing at his own words Matteo continued, "Vanni is a sensitive guy, I know he has never had a girlfriend...that he probably never will. I know that he is – was a virgin; so you coming along being charming, treating him like something fragile and being oh so understanding about everything, I bet it was so easy to seduce him. When you throw him aside - "
Devrim interrupted him, "No. Stop there." his tone was firm and clipped, not wanting to get swept up in an argument, "It was not like that. I told him from the start that this was not serious, we are no different that you and your women."
"You are both men! That is nothing like what I am doing – he is my brother and you are taking advantage of him! I...I do not even..."
"So what if we are both men? Is that a problem for you? Are you going to throw stones, Matteo?" The Turk was getting angry now, he was being accused of leading his lover on, of being wrong and he wasn't going to stand for it, "Would you throw stones at your own twin because you are so narrow minded?"
"I did not mean that." He shot back, standing tall now that Devrim was getting hostile too, "I...I am not blind. I could see the way he looked at you, I saw you carefully avoid each other in my presence, I heard the endearments and I woke up alone in that room. I am not here to throw stones. I love my brother, he can have sex with animals for all I care but I am not going to let people like you hurt him"
What was that supposed to mean? They had gravitated closer to each other with every word exchanged, instinctively sizing each other up and ready to deflect an attack, "People like me?"
"The kind of person who tells people they are a distraction and it is simply sex, the kind of person who says that and then soothes them after a nightmare, who cuddles up with them in secret little hide aways – you make people fall in love with you and then leave. Are you scared of commitment, Devrim? You lead them on and then run away."
"Says the person who ran away and left him to die with his mother!"
Matteo couldn't say a thing, shocked at the outburst and how hard it hit him. "...I..I did not..." And he looked so dejected as he said it, all animosity gone, "I went to get help, I had a concussion...did Giovanni tell you that?" He gave a dry chuckle, almost disbelieving in sound but his eyes gave away his hurt,"He thinks I abandoned him?"
Devrim hesitated but felt spite prickle his throat despite his effort to keep his cool, "You ran away like a coward."
"I...I was seven! I had to leave to get help!" Matteo couldn't stop himself from lashing out this time and connected a glancing blow to Devrim's jaw. They were throwing punches and rolling on the deck seconds later, fighting like angry wolves as they snarled and tore at the other. "Why would he tell you that?!" Matteo's thumb dug into Devrim's neck, close to his shoulder – a pressure point that cut off the strength in his arms. It gave him enough leverage to gain the upper hand and punch the man square in the jaw, "I could not protect him then but I can and I will now."
The Turk elbowed him in the ribs and rolled away, hunched low in preparation for the retaliation sure to come, "You are right, he did not say that but it is probably why he never told you his secrets"
Matteo hesitated, they were evenly matched and already sailors were beginning to gather at the disturbance they had caused by knocking barrels over during their fight. They straightened themselves out of their fighting positions and merely tried to stare the other down, "What is so special about you? You were not the one to pick him up when he fell apart – you will not even be around in a years time."
"No, I will not." Devrim said placative, "You will though and if you would rather be angry and jealous than his brother; no wonder he tells you nothing."
extending his hand in a peaceful gesture, the Turk hoped this would be the end of it. Grudgingly, Matteo took it, yanking the other toward him and burying his fist into his stomach, "Hurt my brother and will castrate you.." Letting the Turk sink to his knees with a pained groan, Matteo stalked off.
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The twins spent time talking, Devrim leaned against the wall as he watched them but got very kittle of what they were saying. Matteo amd Giovanni spoke mostly in their own version of sign language or Matteo's Italian was so speedy that Devrim couldn't follow it easily. It seemed to be good talk though, Giovanni hadn't been able to look his twin in the eye at the beginning, seeming ashamed of himself or more likely terrified his brother would reject him – Devrim knew that feeling and he couldn't help grinning like an idiot at the relief on his lover's face as the conversation progressed.
It was almost worth getting beat up, he coughed into his hand and winced at the pain in his stomach – he was just glad that Matteo was going to have a fantastic black eye.