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WARNING: Homosexual, homoerotic, gay, yaoi, slash, rainbow colored. I don't know what else to give, considering I've already spelled it out. Don't like don't read, if this kind of thing is upsetting for you, click the back button. I don't know how you couldn't have gotten the hint by now, considering this is the tenth chapter. Violence and other dangerous forms of mayhem, what may to some be considered crude, vulgar, or offensive language. Ye Be Warned. And when I say, "my be offensive to some" I am not referring to any prejudice or racist anything, please don't think otherwise. Oh yes and if you did bother to read this, I have moment ruining A/N:'s scattered throughout the story. So just be warned, you're probably going to read them anyway, but if you don't want the mood ruined just ignore them to the best of you capabilities.
A/N: I am so sorry. I haven't updated this in such a long time. My plot bunnies have been unleashed upon other fantastical worlds of imagination and smut.
This is my formal apology. I want you to know that this story will be continued and finished, soon hopefully. My laptop's hard drive crashed and I lost a lot of unfinished and completed work. I have 3 uncompleted stories up right now, and all 3 haven't been updated in a while. I'm not going to list excuses because chances are you just want to read more of my AC smut, and not have to endure a grueling, rambling, lecture-like rant. So, with deep consideration of your mental health and the precarious probability* that you'll put up with my skank-ish bullshit and leave and never come back, I am sparing you the invaluable time that it would take to read such a rant. In fact it would've taken you about as much time as it took you to read my justification of why exactly you weren't going to read the rant.
Be happy I didn't put both up, god knows my word count needs the boost. Just kidding of course. Maybe.
For those of you who are reading some of my other unfinished work, I apologize doubly to you. I promise to have Reckless completed by the New Year, and have Anger updated.
Oh, gotta get this in here, last chapter I used Russian (a broken google translate version of it at least.) and I forgot to put translations or tell you that it was Russian. Yeah, I'm sorry for that too.
Sneak Peek: Some of the many antonyms for "tentatively" are: audaciously, boldly, gallantly, impudently, and daringly.
What may you dare ask is Ezio doing audaciously? Think about it.
And now it is my most honored privilege to present to you a new chapter of Past, Present, Future. Finally. And what was I thinking using such a corny title?
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(Starting where the previous chapter left off)
"Altair wait up!" Ezio lagging desperately behind (A/N: Deja'vu anyone?), his novice (A/N: Ouch.) and his superior both out stripping him in the stamina labeled category of the pie chart Shaun kept on his office wall more than ever. Unfortunately, (A/N: Seeing as how if it's Ezio's POV it has to unfortunate.) the breath it took to shout the words happened to be equivalent to the remaining amount in his lungs. His feet stuttered to a stop, and he lurched forward, hands on knees in a frantic attempt at breathing. He needed a steady work out plan, because getting one upped by his underling, a man at least a decade younger than him (A/N: He refuses to believe that is the reason Desmond has such rigorous stamina, considering how we all know what his work out schedule consists of. A couch and potato chips.) and his uke**. That was a form of humiliation he wasn't even willing to approach at the moment.
Not that he actually had a chance to, considering the foot that had just slammed into his face.
"Son of a Bitch!" Ezio, now holding his bleeding and potentially broken nose, his eyes squinting together in a glare aimed at Altair. His face kicker.
" Maybe if you didn't have a layer of fat surrounding your skull, that would've knocked some sense into you. And that glare is pathetic." A shocked expression may have passed across Ezio's face; however it was quickly turned into a sneer.
"Well, I'm sorry I can't have the bone chilling glare from hell that you do, Altair!" (A/N: ALTAIR OCTUPUS FACE!) His rather lame effort at changing the subject from the layer of fat that encased his body was only half as admirable as it was irritating.
Altair's hand lashed out and fisted itself in Ezio's hair, before pulling and shoving the Master Assassin ahead of him and Desmond. Who had maintained silence through the spat. (A/N: Shocking I know.)
"I'll give you a 10 second head start." Confusion filled Ezio up, from top to bottom, as he stared at Altair.
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The bafflement was not shared with Desmond, his eyes widening. He knew full well what was not only being implied but demanded also.
"Enough! You can't be serious, that's completely unreasonable!"
Altair tore his dark gaze from the master assassin, who was but a novice in the eyes of Altair, to Desmond. His normally golden orbs taking on a deep honey hue (A/N: Apparently it is commonly mistaken that honey is a bright happy yellow. It's a fucking deep ass brown. Get yourself a jar of honey, so that you can realize the color of honey is not what you have been lead to believe by the authors of the world.), a clear sign that he had had enough of Ezio's bullshit.
Desmond subconsciously tried to chew a hole through his lip as his feet cautiously approached his Master Assassin. Definitely not a good idea to alert him of the absurdity he was asking of Ezio. Whoops.
No words were spoken as Desmond approached, stopping in front of the taller man, hands instantly attaching to the front of Altair's top. He had taken off the excess robes shortly after leaving the castle and the plain white shirt was a welcomed change for Desmond. His fingers nervously twirled on the fabric, the young man's eyes locked onto a random patch of white, refusing to meet Altair's eyes. He opened his mouth to object, knowing that this was not the time to teach Ezio a lesson, not after the run in with the natives of this land. He was cut off before he had even begun.
"If I want your opinion, I'll ask for it." The words were harsh, and Desmond flinched at the unfamiliar emotion he heard in them.
Altair's hand moved from his side to Desmond's hip, shoving him roughly aside. The hidden blade triggered, a deadly knife taking the empty place of his ring finger.
"10, 9, 8…" The countdown started, and suddenly Ezio realized that he was about to get the most painful beating he had ever experienced in his entire life. So what does one do when faced with an inevitable doom? One runs.
"Why the fuck can't he run like that normally?" The wise ass comment was ignored, as the 10 seconds were over.
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Altair knew, without a doubt, that Desmond would need some serious TLC when this was over, and that his behavior would warrant one of the novice's loathsome grudges. But that would come later.
He had reached his limit with Ezio's shit. He knew that now wasn't the time for teaching, especially with that thick head of Ezio's, it took drastic methods to make him remember anything. Drastic methods such as the one he was executing currently.
His feet were light and silent across the snow covered ground, his tracks undetectable to all but the most highly trained. Ezio took the saying, "bull in a china shop" to the extreme. And briefly Altair wondered how he had ever ascended to Master Assassin, or if he had just forgotten all his training. His breathing was heavy and obnoxious and he might as well have stopped to make snow angels, they would have been a more obscure trail to track than the one he was following now. His only saving grace was the dense pine trees and tall evergreens that consisted of the forest, so closely knitted together that seeing beyond the first two or three was near impossible. Altair couldn't name the foreign landscape and fauna around him but he certainly used it to the best of his advantage.
He sprinted evenly and confidently, which is why the sudden loss of ground came as a bit of a surprise. Thankfully his momentum easily carried him across the gorge, for it wasn't that far. A tear through the earth, it went down much farther than the eye could see, a deadly trap that was unnoticeable due to the heavy greenery that covered most of the ground and came up about knee high.
Altair nearly choked on his heart when it leapt into his throat. He knew Desmond wouldn't have just stayed in the open, less dense part of the woods. He would have tried to follow him as he tracked his quarry. He knew his heart wasn't beating as he skidded to a stop, his feet leaving wide ruts in the snow. He didn't think much about Ezio, he could take care of himself… Hopefully.
"Fuck!"
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Ezio sat at the edge of a rather cavernous opening in the earth, his feet dangling off the ledge. It went rather far down from what he could gather. He figured if he was going to die anyway, he might as well die with breath in his lungs. The distinct rustling of foliage reached his ears, which meant it wasn't Altair.
"Desmond." He leaned back as he spoke, back flat against the ground. He looked up at the relieved novice, who fell to his knees in front of Ezio's head.
"You asshole! Are you trying to make him angry?" Desmond put his arms out, and shifted unto all fours. His face hovered over Ezio's.
"I hadn't meant to worry you." A warm hand reached up to gently touch a slightly wind burnt cheek. The rosy pink should have clashed with Desmond's darker skin tone, but it suited him perfectly. Another hand joined the first, and Ezio pulled the novice's face down to meet his lips. The contact was warm, contrasting with the cold, windy environment.
Ezio lapped at Desmond's lips, and they hesitantly parted, allowing entrance to the warm cavern. The saliva coated muscle slipped into the younger's mouth eagerly, stopping to mingle with the other hot muscle that tentatively responded. A quiet moan arose from Desmond's throat.
The deep kiss was interrupted; however.
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"I can't leave you two alone for 5 minutes! Fucking whores!" For fuck's sake he had been genuinely scared, a feeling that he almost never experienced. Whatever fear for their safety he had moments before was gone, to be replaced with hot, white, blinding anger. (A/N: ALTAIR OCTUPUS FACE!)
And Ezio thought he was going to get the worst beating of his life before.
Altair wrapped his arms around Desmond and, literally, tossed him aside.
"Owie." He had landed, somehow, directly on his ass. Why was it that whenever Altair was involved he ended up with a sore ass?
Altair lifted a foot up and slammed it down, rather brutally, onto Ezio's exposed and vulnerable ribcage.
"That was for not learning shit."
"What was I supposed to learn!" Ezio was coughing and wheezing but he still managed to sound pissed off.
"That if you slow us down and make us more defenseless than we already are, I will kill you, so that the rest of us can live." Desmond hastily got up, despite the protest from his sore behind, and reached up to cup Altair's face with his hands, tilting the Master Assassin's face down slightly.
"I know that he has yet to grasp the severity of the situation—" Desmond began, but was cut off by an incredulous, "Hey!"
"And that he is intolerable and rash and is constantly trying to undermine your authority. But right now, you are being rash and intolerable." Altair's irritation showed through his brow knitting together. He inhaled deeply, this wasn't going as planned.
"How am I being rash, or intolerable? It seems as if I'm the only one with any sense around here."
"How so? Right now, we shouldn't be arguing about this at all. We should be discussing our plans to find a city, and what to do with the guard. Maybe it's you who doesn't fully understand the severity of our situation. Unless you know something that we don't?"
Altair ground his teeth together, his anger slowly subsiding.
"Fine than. Let's discuss."
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Thank God. He had really thought Altair was going to beat the shit out of him for a little bit there. Desmond turned to Ezio, an eyebrow rising questioningly.
"Why are you still on the floor?"
"I think he broke me." Desmond let out a breathy laugh before leaning down to help lift Ezio off the ground.
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I'm sorry about the mood ruining A/N:'s but I couldn't resist. I'll get the next chapter up soon~~ Anger and Reckless will be uploaded! So yeah! I hoped you enjoyed!
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