Silver and Gold Chapter 14, an assassin's creed fanfic

Gelata 1511

The door slammed shut behind an angry Giovanni. The man looked ready to kill the first thing that annoyed him and Devrim winced at the stormy face of his lover, "It did not go well?"

"He is an insufferable old man! Who should have retired long ago!" He yelled loud enough for Ezio to hear on the other side of the door, "He will not talk about it." They walked the short distance to Devrim's room, Giovanni falling face first into the mattress before the Turk had even closed the door, "I said I wanted to talk and he just says, 'No' without even looking up! I want to have a less awkward relationship with my father and he wants to be a complete...Aagh!"

Rubbing the other's back soothingly, Devrim smiled gently at the frustration oozing out of the assassin, "Your father is stubborn. So are you. It must be all that noble blood in your veins – commoners like me and my family like to settle things by yelling at each other. Whoever yells the loudest for the longest wins. Your family...well, you do not like to argue."

"There is a pecking order." Giovanni muttered as he rested his head on crossed arms, enjoying the hand on his back, "Grandmother told Papa what to do, Aunt Claudia tells Papa what to do and Papa tells Matteo and I what to do. We never argued with Nonna – never. My Aunt is very reasonable but Him! There is no discussion when it comes to us! It is do as I say or I will shut you down."

"Then keep talking, keep nagging at him until he has no choice but to listen...it is not as if he is deaf." What started off as a soothing motion had turned into Devrim massaging out all the tension he could find in tight muscles, "When my father used to ignore me I would follow him around, 'Baba, can I have a duck?' 'no' 'Baba, can I have a duck?' 'no'...I did this for three days until he practically broke down – My mother did not know who to console first."

"A duck?"

Devrim chuckled, "It does not matter – the point is; I kept chipping away until he listened. I did not get what I wanted but by the time I was done Baba wanted one. I find shouting gets faster results though." his knuckles pressed into the small of Giovanni's back until a contented little moan escaped, "You could start with, ' Remember when you went berserk and tore a man's head off and I was so scared I thought you were a demon, thanks for traumatising me – anyway, I completely understand,' then give him one of those enthusiastic Italian hugs."

"...That is a little blunt...I have spent the last thirteen years pretending he was not my father, for a reason I could not even remember...all I knew was that something in him frightened me. Even though he was protecting his family, I shunned him for that...nnn, right there." He arched into the heel of Devrim's palm and sighed, "I can not believe he knew I liked men...all this time and he knew – I thought Yusuf was going to throttle him!"

The Turk smiled at that, "Baba held the twins for a good ten minutes after that – they looked petrified of him but my brothers seemed to realise he was stressed. I think they were pleased it was not a random sparring match instead of forced affection." They lay side by side silently for a long while, fingers tracing each other's faces in a rare moment of peace, "We should get moving soon, I thought we could stay in the hideout near Hagia, it is not far from where Matteo is and it should be far enough away from that bastard for a few weeks. Also...I have my Master training to do...you might not see me most of the time."

"You are having your Master Assassin training already?" Devrim was only a few months older than him and already he was going to outrank him, "Wait...that means you...I am still a novice and you are an adept already? That is not even fair!"

"You are a novice? You nearly had me the other day...hmm, maybe we can get the den master to assess you whilst we are there – I am guessing your father is just being protective or your brotherhood are a little slower on promotions." He liked the pout on Giovanni's lips so much that he couldn't help kissing them before continuing, "A few years ago, if an assassin was caught or even if someone was suspected they were executed on the spot. Here, we have to learn quickly or die. I am expected to undergo this training but the chances of me passing are slim...Apparently I have all the skills I need but lack the mentality."

"I suppose Italy is not as dangerous for us and my father is a little protective. I give him good reason to worry..."

Roma 1507

Matteo aimed his crossbow at one of the guards surrounding his father and fired with deadly accuracy, Giovanni hopped to the next rooftop and took another down. The arrow strike was later than it should have been but the four novices were pleased with the result, they each hopped down until they reached the ground, Ezio nodded at them all, "Good work...maybe a little faster next time?"

Matteo approached him with a rogue grin, "If we had been faster you would be full of arrows, Papa."

Pulling him to his side, Ezio ruffled his son's hair, "And I would deserve it for letting a sixteen year old loose with a cross bow. We need to get out of here before more trouble follows – remember to split up and I will see all of you on Tiber Island." The others nodded, "Bene." Ezio let his son go and not a moment too soon as an arrow shot between them to lodge into one of the novices.

"Rico!" Giovanni caught his friend as he fell back, his hands checking the man's injured shoulder quickly, "Flesh wound." He heard Matteo's name being called, when he looked up he saw his twin engaging with one of the smugglers they had missed – he just couldn't help himself! "Matteo!"

"Vanni!" The teenager found himself grabbed from behind and a knife on his neck, his high collar protecting him from the sharp blade. He released his hidden blade...and that was it. He couldn't move, not a single muscle in his body would listen to him as he commanded it to move; it was happening again! He needed to do something – anything! He found his brother's eyes and saw the worry in them, Matteo's hands raising in a placating manner, his way of telling Giovanni it would be alright, that everything was going to be fine and he should calm down. Ezio stepped in front of his novices, "Let him go."

The smuggler shook his head rapidly, "You will kill me! I...I do not know who sent you but I am not letting him go, you will kill me!" The man's hands were shaking so much that the knife had actually cut through the teenager's shirt, a tiny knick is all it took to set Giovanni off and with a rush of adrenaline his foot tangled behind his captor's and they both went to the dusty ground. Thrusting his hidden blade into the man's chest, Giovanni pulled it out quickly before attacking again, he could hear his name being called, hands winding around his middle and forcibly ripping him from the man he was savaging but all he wanted was for the smuggler to stop screaming and just die.

Ezio pulled Giovanni up to his feet, the boy still fighting him with no sign of calming, "Jacopo, get Rico to a doctor." The novice nodded vaguely, his mouth agape and his eyes glued to his usually calm friend, "Jacopo! Now!" watching the young man scrabble to grab his injured companion Ezio turned to his other son, "Matteo, help me with your brother."

Matteo approached his twin and as gently as he could, avoiding getting slashed by the hidden blade tried to soothe the wild creature possessing the other, "Vanni, please calm down...come on...it is alright, he is dead – they are all dead...it is just me and Papa." Matteo hated when this happened, when Giovanni's eyes glazed over and his expression turned fearful. He was frozen in his own personal nightmare and would just fight until he thought he was safe. It was the aftermath that disturbed him most, "Shh, no one is going to hurt us...please." All the while he was unstrapping the bracer on his brother's wrist to avoid any accidental stabbings.

Ezio's fingers brushed against the torn collar of Giovanni's shirt, the struggling had become manageable, "We need to go, bambino." Not a second later an elbow jammed into his ribs and Giovanni managed to shove him away, his eyes wild and scared as he glared at his father.

"Do not touch me!"

"Giovanni..." Matteo reached his hand out for him, "It is just Papa...come on."

Giovanni grasped the hand offered to him, yanking his twin closer and holding onto him tightly as his anger faded into a fear that left him shivering, "It is not just him..."

Gelata 1511

"I suppose going berserk every time something like that happened would hurt any promotions...you can control it though, you did when my sister touched you...I think you cracked the chair frame." He had picked up some of his things whilst listening to Giovanni, packing more clothes than he wanted – he was taking the Italian shopping. "Maybe...maybe your father thinks that talking about what happened will drive you away again. You said you treated him like a stranger for thirteen years and now that you are trying to reconcile...have you ever thought that Ezio might be frightened too?"

"Nothing frightens him."

Devrim shrugged, "Losing his children frightens him, his friends being put in danger frightens him...Fathers are not the fearless sentinels we think they are. My brother said that after his son was born he was scared about keeping his family safe – this was a few years ago when things were really bad here – 'but I have to be brave, even if I am pissing myself in fear I have to be brave,' When he said that I realised how hard it must be to be a parent and I was glad men can not get pregnant." Standing up he landed a firm smack to Giovanni's backside, "Come on you, if we get there early enough we can get you a new wardrobe and I can fuck you before the den master finishes his rounds."

Market bazaar

If it were not for the fact that Devrim knew – intimately – that Giovanni had balls, he would of thought him a woman. Take an Italian shopping for clothing? Biggest. Mistake. Of. His. Life.

Add on top of that the Auditore's family fortune and he was ready to assassinate every clothing merchant there. "White is an obnoxious colour." He said as Giovanni studied something that looked like the robes he had lost, "The threading is cheap too..."

"I always wear white...what colour would suit me better?"

He leaned forward and whispered into Giovanni's ear, "I like it when you are covered in my colour," He wanted the man to hurry up so he could take him to a secluded corner and fuck him, he was horny! "What about grey or this one?" He pulled out a few different materials, "If you prefer Italian design then one of our seamstress' can deviate from our patterns."

"Well, well, well! If it is not Auditore's little bastard!" Both assassins straightened up, turning to face a man with the slimiest smile either had ever seen, "You remember me, I was very nearly your Uncle Duccio!"

"Gigi?" Devrim looked the man before them up and down – he was drunk. "You actually know this...vagrant?"

Giovanni let his head fall back in exasperation, "Ugh! Long story, short; he was engaged to my aunt, screwed around, Papa beat him up. Then he was in Roma, provoked Papa into beating him senseless...again and apparently he has a failing trading company...so Papa thought he would beat the stuffing out of him last week for fun. The man can not help himself." He turned away from the drunk and spotted a material he liked, "I think this one."

"Black?" Devrim also turned, "In what style?"

"...You know, my grandfather had this amazing coat...it looks fantastic, it is on Tiber Island at home...a little worse for wear as father wore it when he was starting out. I wonder if I can get something similar done – of course Matteo will want something the same."

A grunt came from behind them, "What! You are going to ignore me? Think you are too good for me?" Duccio swayed a little as he walked closer, "Just because your family were once nobility – which it is not any more on account of your family being traitors, does not mean you are...you are just some bastard kid of a murderer and a whore."

"My mother was not a whore!" The Italian whipped around, if he had any of his weapons he would have drawn them, "Keep your mouth shut before I break your jaw!"

Devrim's arm went across Giovanni's chest, "He is not worth it, he is a sad old drunk looking for someone to acknowledge he exists." A busy market place full of guards was not the best place for a brawl.

"I will say this slowly so your dirty, little Arab understands too. Your mother was a whore, I hear she died choking on some guy's cock whilst getting fucked by two others."

The Turk glared at the man, his arm dropping from Giovanni as if giving permission to kill the drunken bastard and be done with it. Only he was a hell of a lot faster than Giovanni could ever dream of being. Devrim spun on his heel and buried his fist into the Italian's ribs, a satisfying crack and the give under his knuckles telling him he'd broken some bones. Duccio doubled over, his head meeting the Turk's knee painfully before he was allowed to crumple into a little ball. "Just remember whos country you are in and mind how you talk about other people's families because next time I will let him kill you." Turning back to the terrified merchant, Devrim gave a sweet smile to the man, "Can you cut a few lengths of this one? And some of that one too – do you think they go together?" After a very good discount the Turk pulled Giovanni along with him, "You have plenty to wear."

"You did not have to do that." Giovanni said quietly, "I could have defended myself..."

"And I could have defended myself from Iram's words – we are equal now...besides, I wanted to hit the drunken bastard." They managed to get out of the crowds and Devrim slowed down, "Can you describe this coat of yours to our seamstress? I picked out an azure trimming...sorry, I just like the colour on you...a lighter blue on Matteo seems more appropriate. You prefer monotones though..."

Giovanni smiled brightly for the man, "I do not mind, your country is so colourful and in the Italians come with their blacks and whites – I would want to put some colour on me too...I like blue...the really bright ones but I do not think they would suit me."

"That is why it is darker, oh..." The Turk paused in his walking, silver eyes looking at a clear area of grass in the shadow of a mosque, "It is gone..." Giovanni blinked dumbly at the spot and asked what was wrong.

Constantinople 1493

"Up! Up!" Devrim giggled madly as his father threw him high into the air and caught him, His mother looked up at them from the stone bench and smiled at their antics, "Can I have a honey date?"

Yusuf sat beside his wife, his two year old on his lap, "Can he?"

"...One, he will be sick otherwise." She stroked her fingers through the curly, black hair of her son, his huge silver eyes crinkling happily at her, "It will not do to have the both of us being sick."

Devrim crawled off of Yusuf's lap and sat close to his mother, the massive bump of her stomach stopping him from sitting on her, "Baba said you get sick because you ate my baby brother." She looked at the man with a look that told him, 'you are in so much trouble', "Was he bad?"

"No, Dev, I am keeping him warm in my tummy and in a few days you can meet him." She gave the toddler a date and reached over to smack Yusuf across his ear, "I did not eat the baby! Do not tell him these things!" Yusuf laughed at her and grabbed up his son, lifting him onto his shoulders and running around the little clearing, "I do not know which of you is the toddler!"

"Just think, next time we come here I can play with both of my children!"

"Devrim?" Giovanni shook his shoulder gently, "What is gone?"

"There used to be a bench right there...when my father had a little time off, he would ask my mother to make a little picnic and we would come here. Just the three of us...then the four, six, seven and finally eight of us...It was right there before I left for Cyprus. They took my bench."

The sad little face Devrim was pulling made Giovanni want to kiss him there and then, "Aww, I want to feel sorry for you but you look so miserably cute. Things change, Devrim. My favourite spot as a kid was a field outside my great uncle Mario's villa. Papa used to bundle us onto his horse and ride us out – we could have walked but he always rode us out. Monteriggioni was where we would go just with him, a weekend every now and then."

"What? Did they take your field?" Devrim joked.

"It was razed to the ground when the Borgia destroyed everything," Giovanni said, "It was not the bench that made that place special – it is the memory."

"...when did you get so wise?

Giovanni laughed, "Oh I stole the line!" They both laughed at that and were on their way to the den, planning to forget the altercation in the market place and get on with their day. As they were passing a familiar area the Italian slowed a little, "I would like to see Matteo...do you mind?" Devrim agreed easily and they made the detour to Sofia's shop, only the door was firmly closed. "Strange...stand behind me."

"Why...hey!" Giovanni was picking the lock with a little set he had in his boot, all Devrim could do was block anyone passing from seeing the assassin break into a building, "You pick locks? You have some very dodgy friends in Italy." He heard a click and quickly followed Giovanni in, "Are you an assassin or a thief?"

He rolled his eyes, "Officially; I am one of La Volpe's guild members – so a thief first." He made his way to the back room, Sofia was stood by the door; her face wearing a concerned expression as she watched the scene in front of her. "What happened?" His father was sat on the side of the makeshift bed, Matteo curled into the man's chest like a frightened, little boy. And Matteo was doing something Giovanni had not seen him do in many, many years; Crying.

"I think it has sunk in," she said, "There was a break in last night, they took an old painting, smashed the window to get in – I am guessing that you two used that to get in."

Devrim gave Giovanni a pointed look, "Actually we picked the lock. Was Matteo hurt? Were you harmed, Sofia?" He knew she would have been here last night, even though Matteo was almost ready to be moved, she would have been taking care of the infection induced fever. She appeared unharmed and confirmed it for him, she had been sleeping when they heard the crash and heard the voices, Matteo had gotten out of the bed in an instant as years of training had taught him to. And then he had collapsed under his own weight, weeks of laying in a bed having taken its toll, he had fallen onto his right side, every burn, bruise and cut screaming through him with such intensity all he could do was cry out in agony. The thieves had run away of course but Matteo felt so useless in all his life.

The youngest Auditore approached his family, kneeling beside the bed and placing his hand on Matteo's leg, the man's uninjured hand was occupied with grasping at Ezio's clothing, "Matteo, it will take time, you can not expect to be running across rooftops today or tomorrow...build up your strength."

"And then what?" Matteo snapped, "I can stumble around blindly for the rest of my life?" It did not matter if his arm got better – he was blind! What was he supposed to do with himself? Sit around whilst life got on without his input, "I wish I had died."

Shaking his head vehemently, Giovanni let his hold tighten a little, "Do not say that. We will figure something out, do not give up...not yet at least." Matteo didn't answer him, "...Will it make you feel better if I tell you Devrim beat up Duccio De Luca?" Both his brother and father tilted their heads in curiosity, "If only he could take hits as well as he talks."

"...If he curled up like a pussy...I might think there is something decent in this world."

They inevitably arrived late at the Den, the master of it unhappy but understanding all the same. He had told Devrim to get ready for a quick mission, a few Byzantine guards were starting to camp a little too close to the Den, "You two will have to share a room, take turns on the bed or sleep foot to face – I think Yusuf forgets this is only a small den...or he hates you." The Master had said whilst arming himself, "The occasional scout might come in other than that you are on your own, we will not be long." Giovanni had nodded and the second the man had his back turned, Devrim kissed his lips quickly and with a wink was out the door. That left him on his own in the small building, the essentials were here, bomb crafting, food, bandages, places to sleep and a few room up the stairs for Masters or Yusuf Tazim's children when they were based there – spoilt brats.

He wasted some time packing his things away, pulling blankets onto the bed, tidying...being bored. He hated not being allowed on missions, Yusuf still had him on a ban after his stunt with Iram, he had given up his weapons willingly but hadn't he proved he was in his right mind again...that he could be trusted? A noise downstairs made him look up from a book he was browsing through and make his way down, it had only been a few hours since Devrim had left.

It was not his lover, an assassin in deep green robes was rifling through the bomb crafting table, muttering to themselves as they couldn't find gunpowder, "Hello?"

The man jumped and spun, his hook blade ejected as if ready for a fight. He was the same height and build as Giovanni, his hair messily short and black, green eyes that blinked slowly as he regarded the Italian, "Are you an Auditore? One of Mentor Ezio's sons? I suppose you are, you are definately Italian and you have eyes like the Mentor and someone said you would be here with Dev, I mean why else would someone like you be here? ...no weapons though...or even your own clothes, that is Dev's favourite top – it has a tiny hole on the shoulder seem so I know."

"I am Giovanni Auditore...and you are?" The man certainly talked a lot, he seemed a little younger than him, maybe eighteen or nineteen and he certainly didn't mind staring.

The man smiled, "Faruq. I came for some gunpowder but this den does not have any – are you Dev's lover? You are wearing his favourite top after all, and you look like his type. Lean, tall, unusual eye colour...inexperienced. I do not think he likes having a dominant boyfriend or he might just like having something tight to slide his cock into, either way he never bottoms...it is a shame because I could have made him moan." The man then crossed his arms as a thoughtful expression appeared, "Maybe that is why we broke up? I never thought asking if I could fuck him may have offended him...what do you think? Not that I did not enjoy being under him, he is like the most gentle lover in the world – sometimes I wished he had been a little rougher though!"

Faruq talked too much. "Wait...you and Devrim...were together?" the other nodded and Giovanni couldn't help but feel a little jealous. "I am going back upstairs...it was nice to meet you, Faruq.

"Wait! I can tell you what he really likes, his favourite position, how to suck him off – he really appreciates someone who can take him all the way to the base, it is annoying because I always gagged, he is too big. You agree, right?"

Giovanni was once again shocked, surprised, a little jealous and mostly confused by the man's verbal diarrhoea, "We are pretty much the same size...Listen, thank you for offering but we are doing just fine..."

Faruq waltzed toward him, "I could show you, you are pretty attractive and I bet Dev keeps you nice and loose."

"Prego?" Alright, that was too much, "I am not interested, keep your words to yourself and your hands off. Just because I am unarmed does not mean I will not break yo – mmph!" These Turks were fast and unpredictable, Faruq had grabbed his face and planted his mouth over the Italian's, forcing his tongue inside after biting roughly at Giovanni's bottom lip – something slipping from his mouth and into the other's throat. Finally Giovanni shoved the persistent bastard off and away, "What did you do? What the fuck did you just give me?" He immediately shoved two fingers to the back of his throat, trying to force himself to puke but already knowing that with no gag reflex he was stuck with whatever was in him now, "What did you do?" Shoving Faruq into the wall and trapping the Turk, who would not stop grinning like a fool, Giovanni demanded an answer, becoming more agitated as his body began heating up.

"Wow, your pupils are massive, it works quickly, I will not have to wait and are you feeling hot? Is your body on fire, is your cock swelling and your balls aching?" Snaking a hand up to pinch an erect nipple, Faruq laughed happily at the helpless moan that escaped the other, "It is just a little pill, it helps you relax and makes you ridiculously aroused until you would fuck anyone or thing – oops," He caught Giovanni as the Italian's legs gave slightly, even those touches making him moan wantonly, "You are hung like a horse, my friend, I am so glad I am not going to be on the receiving end – you want me to fuck you right? Of course you do, you could not say no even if you wanted to, you want me to relieve all this pressure before you burn up."

Giovanni shivered miserably as the man palmed at his crotch, he didn't want this but his body wasn't obeying him and was begging for more. The teeth against his ear were not gentle as they descended, the tongue pressed against the scar tissue that started under his ear and he buckled to the floor – that shouldn't feel good! The touch there was enough to make him jerk pleasurably against his will, "Get...away from...me..." The man ignored him, back to nibbling on his neck, teeth catching roughly over his scar and that was when Giovanni snapped. His entire body stiffening as he managed to gain control again until he didn't see the room any more, he was in Venice and he was surrounded by the thugs, his mother's body just behind them; he would make them all pay. He didn't see a terrified Faruq when he grabbed the first thug, his mind somewhere else as his body commanded that he beat the man to a bloody pulp.