Moon: I'm very impressed. I have so much attention from people who like this and I am very happy you all do. Hopefully, it will be a continous trend.
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A Plan
"That is your plan?" Machiavelli said in surprise and disbelief.
Desmond shrugged. "It was the only one we had in the future too. I mean, the sun is going to burn the world, how in the world were we going to protect against that."
"But still, looking for the vaults of these First Civilisation? For more of these apples of eden?"
"Desmond." Ezio knelt infront of him, smiling up at him but looking worried. "Are you sure about this, do you even know where one of these vaults are?" Desmond nodded slowly. "I do."
"Where?" Altair stepped closer at the intrusive question from Volpe, placing a hand on Desmond shoulder that made Paola cover her mouth with one hand, seeing what Teodora meant when she talked about the three.
Desmond hesitated. "...in the Capella Sistina. The vault is under the Vatican."
The Italian assassins traded looks of surprise. "And there's also a piece of eden there."
"What?" Machiavelli asked in shock. "Where?"
"...Its the papal staff. That's why Borgia wanted to be pope. Why he now is it." Desmond said quietly, looking between Ezio and Altair, using them as focus so he didn't lose his nerve in talking to them.
"Mio dio..." Someone whispered.
Machiavelli sat down heavily. "If I didn't know you were from the future, I would doubt your story so much right now." He said heavily, staring at Desmond who chanced a glance at him. "...Believe me, it was a shock to discover it when I saw it too."
"Through my eyes, yes? I confronted him?" Ezio asked. Desmond hesitated but nodded. "You did But I'm...I'm not gonna tell you what happened. I don't know how much I've changed by coming here and I'm really scared of messing up the time line."
"You mean you worry about changing the time lines?"
"Yes. But I don't think I have a choice anymore. I'm here. I'm stuck and..." This time he looked at the two assassins touching him. "These two wont leave me alone." He huffed, causing the rest of them to quietly laugh, trying to wave it off as coughs.
Desmond gave them all a sulky glare. They were laughing at him. He just knew it.
Altair carefully rubbed his thumb into Desmond's neck, helping him relax a bit, his hooded face set into a expressionless expression. Ezio got up, smiling a bit in amusement before turning serious. "Its unfortunate that even though we now know, we can not come close to the papal staff until Roderigo is in the Capella Sistina." He gave a frustrated noise.
"Si but that gives us time to plan at least. To work out how to get it away from Borgia and to get our revenge on him. Especially you Ezio, for what he has done to your family." Machiavelli pointed out.
Altair shifted but didn't speak up. His order had been in Masyaf, here he was a assassin, not a master. He let Ezio run his own and offered his advice when necessary. But he felt that personal vendetta was the wrong way to go around it.
It only left someone in tears at the end of it. Someone always suffered and continued the vicious circle of it.
But this was not his order as he said. And he understood the need for revenge for your family. So he stayed with Desmond, placing both hands on the man's shoulders and rubbing gently, feeling the tenseness. "Relax usfur, you are safe here." He murmured quietly as he massaged. Altair smiled a tiny bit as he felt the other relax.
Desmond's eyes half lidded a bit at the feeling, liking how the nine fingered man was rubbing and touching carefully. He let out a deep breath and leaned back.
Paola glanced at them and then smiled to Ezio who kept glancing back. "A bit envious Il mio amico?" She teased lightly, laughing softly as he gave her a somewhat annoyed look. "Peace Ezio, the boy cares for both of you, you just have to be patient with him. And you can have time with him once you have taken care of your duties. Surely Altair wont deny you some time with him."
'I wouldn't be so sure of that.' Ezio thought dryly before shaking his head. "Perhaps but right now, we have assassins to send out to do their jobs, information to gather and people to rescue. Borgia has been to silent lately, I do not like it Paola." She nodded at that, fully understanding. "It is troubling. Perhaps the assassination of some of his guards have bought them on guard themselves?"
Ezio sighed, troubled but he was willing to accept that explanation until they had a better one.
"Altair." He turned to the elder who squeezed Desmond shoulder carefully before moving over. "Yes?"
They went into a quiet conversation.
Desmond watched them, curious but not willing to actually get up. He felt good at the moment after Altair had rubbed his shoulders like that and didn't want tense up again.
"So you are Desmond." Paola sat down beside him on a spare chair, smiling slightly to him.
The American flushed a bit, knowing what she worked as, and nodded slowly. "Yes. And you're Paola."
"Si." She nodded. "Ezio and Altair was waiting for quite a bit for to arrive."
Desmond blinked. "Waiting on me?"
"Mhmm, and driving everyone else up the walls. You see, Desmond is a flirt, a big one, you know this, yes?" How could Desmond forgot with the amount of girls he flirted with and also slept with some of them. It wouldn't surprise Desmond if his line, the line that eventually lead to him being born was already out there somewhere.
"Yes."
"Well, Ezio has reason. He talks with me about them sometimes, unsure of what he was feeling . Like something was missing." She gave him a clever smile and patted Desmond's arm.
'Like a buzzing in the back of my mind...'
Desmond recalled Altair's words and blushed a bit, looking at Paola.
"Then the elder, Altair arrived, they talked, alone for a while. And Ezio was suddenly driven by a new purpose. He still flirted but didn't take anyone to bed anymore. Instead he told us of you, to stay on the lookout for you." She laughed.
"Like men possessed they scourged the city." She stood and brushed down her skirts. "You should be flattered, two men like that, both handsome, driven by the purpose of finding you." She gave him a wink, leaving a dark red Desmond.
It was flattering, don't get him wrong. But at the same time it was a bit scary.
Two men like Ezio and Altair, both driven, strong and dominant men. Both leaders and fighters with skills way above what Desmond thought he'd ever reach. And they wanted Desmond?
Desmond who was just...well...Desmond.
Desmond the runaway, Desmond the bartender, Desmond the kidnapped, Desmond the novice... it didn't make sense for them to take that kind of interest in him. Desmond wasn't unattractive, he knew that but there were so many others that the two could have been interested in, instead. Men and women with a lot more beauty and skill then him.
His lips pulled down and he gnawed on his bottom one, irritating the scar a bit but not caring.
Desmond wasn't that smart. He wasn't that skilled. He wasn't fast or strong like the rest of the assassins. His level of skill was on the basic for a novice he knew that. He relied to heavily on the use of a gun to fit into this era.
But the assassins did offer to train him.
"Desmond, what are you thinking?" Desmond jerked a bit and looked up in surprise, blinking at Ezio who smiled at him. "Oh I was just..."
"Thinking bad things?" At Desmond's confused look, the Italian explained. "You were frowning and looked pain. Obviously they were not pleasant things." Ezio smiled, offering the other his arm. "We're going to Villa Auditore. Mario will want to meet you." He said cheerfully.
"Your uncle? Why isn't he here?" That made Ezio laugh.
"Mario got a bit eager, sufficient to say, you and him will have to share doctor." Desmond held onto Ezio's arm before the Italian shifted and slid his arm around the others waist instead, helping him walk. Well, at least it was better then Desmond being carried.
"He's hurt?"
"Si, bit of overconfidence and to many guards. Its not serious, but he still needs to let his arm heal before he starts doing any missions or so." Ezio assured, leading out to the brown horse he had ridden earlier to the meet up.
He looked to Altair's horse and then put Desmond up on his own, sliding up behind him with his arms going around the others waist, holding the younger man securely against his own body.
"So we're going to the Auditore villa?" Desmond asked, trying not to be embarrassed about sitting infront of someone else on the horse.
"Si. A room there will be much better for you to recover in and its a place where we can train you more easily once your leg has recovered enough."
"How long do you think that will take?" Desmond shifted enough to look at Ezio over his shoulder, blinking curiously. Pressing a quick kiss to the others cheek, Ezio thought it over. "A week or so with proper care. The wound is a bit large, yes, but we will make sure you heal properly and then we can get onto training you. Desmond, what kind of weapons can you use?"
Desmond cursed inwardly, flushing furiously in some shame. "I... I can use the hidden dagger and small blades..."
"And?"
"And nothing else that exsist currently." He sighed.
Ezio blinked heavily. "That is it? The future assassins do not use other weapons?" He asked in disbelief.
"I'm sure they do but...I haven't been training that long. And we have more modern weapons in our future that...that are a substitute for a long of things." He shrugged, the back of his neck and his ears still red from his blush.
Ezio frowned. He would have to talk with the old man about this. He didn't think a large sword would suit Desmond, but there were other kinds of weapons that he could be taught to use. "Desmond, can you use throwing knives?"
"I've never used one before but I guess I can try?"
"Bene. We can start that while you heal. You do not have to move around on your feet while throwing." Ezio nodded to himself. He rubbed Desmond's side a bit and smirked when the other wiggled a bit away, a tiny snort escaping him.
"Passero, are you...ticklish?" He teased.
"No!" Desmond tried to deny, flushing as his voice came out as a squeak.
Ezio laughed and continued gently plucking at the area that had made him produce the snort, getting small sniggers from the one infront of him.
It sort of backfired though because it also made Desmond shift around against Ezio's body. A part of his body was very interested in that and pressed against the younger man. Desmond went still when he felt that and flushed darkly, glancing back at Ezio with large eyes.
"Shh...I will not force you to anything." Ezio soothed, recognizing the eyes of someone who had never done something like this before. The novice swallowed a bit before nodding slowly, but he was still tense as they rode the rest of the way to villa Auditore.
It wasn't like Desmond hadn't thought about going with a guy but...well... he was suspicious by nature and had never been sure who to trust and go with when it came to that. He didn't want his first time to be like his first time with a girl.
He wanted it to mean something.
Perhaps he was being silly. But with everything in his life, he wanted something in his life to go right for once. To be good and mean something.
"Ah, nipote!" He jerked to in surprise and looked up, seeing Mario step out of the villa. Wow, they had ridden fast, he hadn't noticed it! Ezio eased one arm from around Desmond and waved to Mario who used his left to wave back, the other one in a sling.
The older man meet them at the villa doors, smiling widely. "You bought a friend Desmond, is it the one you've been waiting for? Is this Desmond?" He looked down at Desmond and the American flushed. So far, everyone had been taller then him, Altair especially though Machiavelli had been closer to Desmond's height with only a few inches between them.
'Were everyone of my ancestors taller then me?' He questioned as he took Mario's hand. His father was taller then he was too. Perhaps it was his mothers genes that made him the height he was?
"Si, this is Desmond uncle Mario!"
"Its nice to meet you Mister Auditore." Desmond said, trying to be respectful.
Mario laughed it off though as he shook the younger man's hand, noting Ezio's arm around the younger man's waist with a hidden grin. "Call me Mario. Or uncle as Ezio does. Its a pleasure to finally meet you."
Ezio chuckled lowly at that, as Desmond grinned shyly up at Mario. "Mario then. Thank you for the hospitality, allowing me to stay at your place." Mario just laughed again. "If I did not, Ezio would have thrown a fit but it will be a pleasure to have you here Desmond."
The older assassin smiled at Desmond who was trying not to blush anymore. What was it with these men that made him blush so easily?
"Me and Desmond are going to go into the backyard uncle, train a bit. Desmond doesn't have to many skills with the weapons of our time and I want to teach him." Ezio murmured and then lead the other through the mansion and into the back, Mario following.
"Oh, what are you going to train him with? I can see his leg must be injured by the way he's walking so I don't think you'd go for sword training." He asked curiously.
"We were thinking throwing daggers for now. He will not have to move around while learning to hold and throw them correctly." Ezio said brightly. "He, is still here and can comment himself." Desmond mumbled, making both Italians laugh.
"Good, you can speak up." Mario grinned and sat down on a bench to watch them and give his own view on what needed to be done with the daggers.
Ezio pulled his own from his belts and offered one to Desmond, pointing out a tree with deep marks in it. "Now, right now, we will just see how well you do. As you have never done it before, I will show you how to hold and throw the first one." He demonstrated to Desmond how he held the dagger between thumb and index finger, nodding in approval as Desmond copied the action
"Now, concentrate on what you want to hit, aim with both eyes open." He instructed carefully, throwing the knife and hitting in the round area where the marks were already present.
Desmond stared and then looked at Ezio, hesitating. "What if I can't hit it?" He asked slowly. "I've never held a throwing knife before."
Ezio just smiled soothingly. "Then we train more until you can. This is just the beginning, I do not expect you to hit anything in particular." He petted Desmond's shoulder. 'I do hope you at least reach the tree though.' He thought, a bit worried at Desmond's lack of confidence.
The young man glanced at Ezio and then worriedly to Mario before looking at the three. 'Both eyes open...don't throw to weak but not to hard in case you miss...'
Oh, he had a bad feeling about this.
But he did as told, the dagger flying through the air and past the tree, hitting the brick wall behind it instead with a clang.
"Good, you have strength to throw, you just need to practice aim." Ezio beamed to him. Desmond nodded, accepting a second dagger from Ezio as he coached him through how to throw to hit, to be more precise with his aim.
After the fifth time, Desmond actually managed to hit the tree though the blade didn't go deep. He still felt it as a accomplishment. "Bravo, now we just need to get it to go deeper." Ezio praised, giving Desmond a quick rewarding kiss to the cheek before going to collect the throwing blades.
Desmond watched him, shifting a bit to try and take the pressure of his good leg yet not step on his injured.
"My nipote really likes you Desmond. Him and Master Altair also from what I hear." He looked up at Mario who had come over and shrugged. "They...They say they could feel me when I watched their lives. I don't... I don't really understand. I'm nothing special." He looked down.
Mario made a tching noise and then reached out, raising the others chin. "You think to little of yourself. You'll see, you will do great things." He smiled warmly. "Just open your heart to them and they will do the same to you." He patted Desmond shoulder before making his way back inside.
Desmond watched him go before focusing back on Ezio who returned with the throwing knives.
He peered after his uncle and then looked back to Desmond with a questioning look on his face. "What did my uncle want passero?"
"...I'm not a sparrow." He accepted the daggers from the Italian, getting back into position to throw.
And then almost dropped it as Ezio plastered himself against Desmond's back, his lips enticingly near the American's lips. "Ah, but you are. You are mio passero little one." He chuckled and carefully guided Desmond's arm. "Now...throw." He murmured.
Nervous as hell and distracted as he was, Desmond did as told, feeling the others warmth against him. Ezio smirked as the dagger hit the target, burrowing deep into the 'flesh' of the tree. "Ben fatto." He murmured, turning the other around. "You deserve a reward passero."
"A reward?" Desmond swallowed, licking his lips.
Dark amber eyes focused on that move, watching him, his scarred lips quirking. "Si." He leaned in and pressed his lips against Desmond's, his arms going down and around his waist, holding his descendant as close as humanly possible.
Desmond gripped Ezio's robe, holding on, his eyes fluttering shut. As much as he tried to, he could not deny that he enjoyed it when Altair or Ezio kissed him. Ezio slid his hands down and gave the younger man's ass a experimental squeeze before making a approving noise at how firm and nice his globes felt, squeezing and rubbing lightly.
It made Desmond shudder and moan against his mouth. Ezio instantly took the opportunity to slip his tongue into Desmond's mouth, mapping out the cavern with care, memorizing what made the younger man feel good.
He moaned and Ezio pulled back, staring at the panting Desmond. "Si prova di controllo passerotto di un uomo." He mumbled before lifting Desmond up, carrying him back to the house, the practice all but forgotten along with the throwing knives.
And I end there...I'm so evil! XD But as a small bandaid on the wound, I have a snippet from a chapter from the future for you all to judge.
'"Give him back!" Altair looked up, twin trails of wet on his cheek to stare at the crying and enraged Ezio Auditore, who was once again holding the papal staff that had turned out to be a apple.
"You gave him to us once! You gave him to us, bought him here! Gave him to us to love! Now give him back!" Ezio demanded with all the rage and despair only a man who was losing his world would use.
"...G-Give him back to us." Ezio whispered, tears on his face.'
Or perhaps not such a bandage eh?
Translation:
Il mio amico = My friend
Ben fatto = well done
Si prova di controllo passerotto di un uomo = You test a man's control little sparrow