Like a charm

by Dokka67

Set before the events of both AC1 and Prototype1, Desmond has a chance encounter in his bar with a tired but intriguing stranger. After just a bit of chatting and an unexpected thunderstorm, they find that they naturally get along and click together perfectly. Like a charm. Contains smut and just a hint of angst.

'Quite popular tonight, we are.'

Looking around the bar Desmond had to agree. But it was Friday, so that wasn't really that big of a surprise.

'See that girl over there? The redhead' his grinning coworker, Matt continued, nudging him with his elbows and cocking his head in the direction. 'She's been lookin' at ya' all night.'

Desmond followed his gaze eagerly and caught the eyes of a pretty, young girl in a breathtaking miniskirt. She blushed but smiled at him anyway. He winked at her, making her giggle and hide her face.

'Nah, dude, too shy' Desmond waved.

'That means I can have her? Cool!'

He chuckled.

'If you don't fuck it up, then by all means.'

'Ha-fucking-ha.'

The door opened and a few more people swarmed in forcing the two grinning bartenders to go back to work.

"Evening. What can I get ya'?' Desmond asked a newcomer who seemed to be alone and presented him with his brightest smile.

'I'll let you choose for me as long as it's something strong' he answered with a worn expression.

'Rough day?' Desmond asked symphatetically as he already started making his famous cocktail for him.

'...M-hm' he hummed and ruffled his curly, chocolate brown hair up tiredly before staring off towards the people on the dancefloor.

Desmond took the opportuntity and looked him over. Young man, seemingly in his late twenties, athleticly built and exotic looking, since the warm brown curls were accompanied with surprisingly vivid silvery blue eyes and rich skin. He was wearing a simple white shirt with rolled up sleeves and blue jeans and had a greyish-brown hoodie thrown over one of his shoulders.

With a dramatic move he plopped a spiked olive in the completed drink and elegantly put it down in front of the young man with a little theatrical bow.

'Thanks' he said with a quick smile. He casually reached into his pocket and handed over a few bucks, not even bothering to look at the value. 'Keep the change.'

Desmond blinked.

'Paying already? You didn't even try it.'

'I just need something strong, it doesn't matter' he waved, then picked up the glass and took a sip.

Supporting himself with his elbows, Desmond leant against the counter and tilted his head. The guy was interesting.

'So what's with the stressed out expression? Boss was crabby at work?'

To his surprise, the man looked at him and smirked softly.

'As a bartender and with such smile I'm sure you know enough dirty secrets already as it is, you don't need me to add mines to your collection.'

Desmond cocked an eyebrow, amused.

'So you don't like talking about problems with strangers, huh?' he asked.

'With strangers, no. One of the reasons I'd hate going to a psychologist.'

Desmond stared at him thoughtfuly for a moment with an amused half-smile, then, not even bothering to turn towards him, addressed his co-worker and friend.

'Hey, Matt, I'm out. Hold the line' and he jumped over the small gate at the counter's side.

'Really?! Dude, you can't be serious...'

He didn't even hear him as he sat down next to the brunette guy and extended a hand.

'Desmond Miles' he introduced himself.

The man stared at him for a brief second with surprised, analysing eyes, then he put the glass down and shook his hand.

'Alex Mercer.'

'There, we aren't strangers now. What's the problem?' Desmond asked as he skillfully catched the bottle of beer that the grumpy Matt tossed him.

Alex turned towards him in his seat.

'Why are you so interested?' he cocked his head.

"Dunno. You don't seem like the kind of guy who gets wasted without a good reason' he answered, shooting him a charming smile and taking a sip from his beer. 'So?'

Alex glanced around them. The music was starting to get too loud.

'If we're going to chit-chat...' he started, leaning close to Desmond so that he could hear him '...then I suggest we go for a walk.'

He nodded in agreement and stood up. With one last mourning look at his barely started beer he snatched his hoodie from the counter and followed Alex to the door.

Outside it was chilly and a few nasty looking clouds were hanging in the night sky.

Alex took a deep breath as he slipped his hoodie on and turning his face upwards for a minute, closed his eyes.

'Damn, I'm already starting to feel light-headed.'

'Seriously?' Desmond raised an eyebrow as he zipped up his white hoodie. 'The Shirley Templar isn't even our strongest drink.'

Alex stared at him.

'The what?'

'The Shirley Templar. It's a... drink I made. Nevermind' he waved.

'Hm. It was quite good.' Alex hummed as he popped a gum in his mouth before offering him one.

'Thanks.'

Chewing the minty stuff they set off down the street.

'So, I guess it IS about work, isn't it?' Desmond asked eventually, breaking the surprisingly comfortable silence.

'Yeah...' Alex sighed. 'I'm a scientist at Gentek. My team and I are working on a project right now and it... causes more stress than anticipated.'

'Project leader, so soon? Dude, how old are you?'

Alex shot him an amused glance.

'Now, that's a nice thing to ask.'

'Hm. I'm sorry.' Desmond grinned.

'No you are not. I just turned twenty-nine. You?

'Twenty-five. What's that big project you're working on?'

'That's actually top secret. They'd kill me if I tell you' he thought it through for a second. 'Well. Kill me sooner, anyway.'

'"Kill you"?' Desmond stopped in his tracks. 'You're kidding, right?'

'It's... complicated.' Alex sighed as he stopped, too. The cautious part of his mind made a half-assed attempt at reasoning with him not to tell anything, but died down almost instantly. He needed to get this out. 'But no. That's why I needed something strong, I just found out that as soon as we're done, we'd be nothing more than annoying witnesses. Gentek is a military based company. They don't fuck around when it comes to secrets.'

'Holy shit, man' Desmond breathed, running a hand through his short, dark hair.

Alex hummed. There was a brief pang of regret about being so open but, just like a moment ago, it was soon gone. Something about Desmond eased him.

They started walking again and eventually ended up talking about anything and everything. At first Desmond was questioning Alex as if expecting him to laugh out loud at any moment, telling him it was a joke, but after a while the topic shifted to more lazy subjects: themselves, their lives etc.

'I grew up in a quite... unique community. We were kind of nomads, not having a specific place to live at.' Desmond explained, watching his feet as they walked, kicking leaves and pebbles. 'My parents, and basically everyone was strict, I didn't really have a childhood. So I ran away.'

They were in the northern area of Central Park, wandering on one of the lit paths and talking like they've been friends for years. Strange, since they were both the type whose trust was hard to earn.

'Hm. And what about that scar?' Alex asked, stopping under a lamp post and gesturing towards the other's lips. 'How'd you get it?'

'This? You see, my parents trained me with the other children. It was crazy, and often ended with a bleeding nose, sprained ankle or a busted lip.'

'"Trained you"? For what?'

Desmond shrugged.

'Honestly, I'm not even sure myself anymore...' he answered wholeheartedly.

The brunette hummed in response and rubbed his eyes.

'Ugh, it must be late. I'm sorry, I don't usually talk this much. It must've been that drink you made me... What was it called again?'

'The Shirley Templar' Desmond grinned as he watched the other.

'Yeah, that.'

'Did you some good, if you ask me. I'm not the rambling type either but we all need to-'

The end of his sentence was overpowered by the harsh sound of thunder rolling above them and in the next second tiny droplets of rain began pouring from the night sky.

'Ah, shit...'

They both pulled up their hoods, Alex zipping up the front of his top.

'My place is just around the corner' he offered, peering at the rainy sky and throwing his gum into the nearest trashbin.

'Okay, let's go.'

They arrived running and soaking wet to a nice block of flats in the Upper East Side district of Manhattan where Alex started fumbling with his keys until eventually the door opened. A dripping elevator ride filled with giggling and commenting on the other's appearence, and repeated fumbling later Alex closed his apartment's door behind them and locked it with a sigh.

'Woah. Nice place' Desmond chirped, pushing his wet hood back.

'Thanks.' Alex kicked off his shoes. 'An upside of working for Gentek.'

'I don't want to bother you, I'll catch a taxi as soon as I dry off.'

'Don't be an idiot, it's already 1 am. I have a couch and spare covers' Alex waved dismissingly.

'Hm, thanks.' Desmond smiled. 'I have the feeling that I'd be swept away and drowned in this amount of rain as soon as I step out of here anyway.'

They both snickered.

As if on clue, another, louder thunder boomed above them and they shrank a bit, closer to the other. It wouldn't have been a problem had it not been for their sides brushing. They stayed like that for a second, panting and staring at each other and all of a sudden, as if realization hit him with full force or because they stopped talking or just because they were up this close, but all Desmond could think of were the brunette's full lips, the small dropplet of rain resting on it, and just how... how... pretty the other looked.

Gee, he actually just thought that about a guy...

But in the next second he was wrapping an arm around the other's hips and pulling him closer, leaned in and damn, he was kissing and sucking rain off of the lips of a dude he only met a few hours ago. Snapping out of it, he pulled back, both blushing furiously. Alex looked absolutely dumstruck, but just as Desmond was about to let go of him and apologise, he grabbed the collars of his white hoodie and pulled him back into another kiss, much more passionate than the previous.

The air around them changed in a heartbeat. Desmond moaned and tightening his hold on his hips, pushed him up against the wall and licked his closed lips to gain entrance. Alex let out a small anticipating mewl and burying his long fingers in his short hair at the back of his neck, opened his mouth obediently, letting Desmond's eager tounge pass between his lips.

For a few moments they were caught up in the heated, hungry kiss, then Alex suddenly rolled them around, turning into the one to pin the other to the wall and pressed a thigh between his legs, rubbing his growing hardness in the proccess. Desmond moaned at the friction and bucked his hips, groaning again in pleasure. Alex broke the kiss, and moving to the other's neck, started nipping on the warm skin, humming in pleasure when Desmond rubbed the bulges in their jeans together with one of his thrusts.

Desmond suddenly grabbed a fistful of his soft curls and pulled him back. They were looking at each other for a minute, panting and pupils blown with lust, then Alex pulled him flush against his body by his waist - making Desmond's eyelids flutter from pleasure and anticipation - and managed to hiss out a few words, their lips brushing.

'Bedroom. Now.'

Desmond pulled him into another kiss in response, zipping his hoodie down with impatient fingers. Alex helped him, shrugging the fabric off, then tugged at Desmond's own hoodie and T-shirt. The bartender briefly broke the kiss to pull them both off at the same time, then as soon as he was out he buried one hand in those silky curls and slammed their lips together again, his other hand fumbling with the buttons of his shirt. Alex was already pulling him towards his bedroom by his waist and soon he pushed Desmond on the chest, making him fall back on the bed. He groaned as his back hit the soft mess of blankets and pillows and shuddered at the pleasent feeling of the cool but quickly warming fabric against his bare skin. He looked up to watch Alex.

The brunette didn't bother to unbutton the rest of his shirt and simply pulled it off and over his head, ruffling his brown hair up. With those wild curls, shining eyes, swollen lips and bare chest he looked all kinds of fucking sexy, Desmond thought as he half-sat up and hooking his fingers in the other's belt right above the bulge in his jeans, pulled him closer, making him moan and brace one knee on the bed next to his waist.

Alex reached back and with a few quick tugs, pulled both of their shoes and socks off before climbing fully on top of him and straddling his hips right above his throbbing hardness.

Desmond hummed appreciatively and laying back down, let his hands rest on the other's hips. He looked up at him with half-closed eyes. Alex's hands slid up from the tender skin on his stomach to his chest and his gaze slowly roamed over him until he locked eyes with him, darkened silvery blue boring into heavy-lidded honey brown.

'It's funny. I don't even swing this way.' Desmond chuckled softly, rubbing small but firm circles on the other's hips absentmindedly, making him squirm in his lap in pleasure.

'I know, right?' Alex grinned back, slightly tilting his head. He leaned down and over Desmond, bracing an arm next to his head and started tracing the lines of his features with a long finger. 'I've had a girlfriend 'till last month.'

'Mm? And what happened?' Desmond murmured as his hands slowly slid to the brunette's backside and found their ways into the backpockets of his jeans, never breaking eye contact. Damn, he had a fine ass. He bucked his hips upwards, rubbing their arousals together.

'It's not important' Alex purred, eyes closed with pleasure. He rolled his hips firmly, elicating a hiss and a head thrown back from Desmond. He sighed and cocked his head to the other side. 'You've got too much clothes on.'

Before Desmond could answer his new lover was already out of his lap. Alex zipped down the bartender's fly and started tugging on his jeans impatiently. Desmond helped as best he could, kicking off the fabric then shuddered and hung his head back when those long fingers started to slip upwards on his thighs, rubbing his tan skin and sending tiny waves of pleasure and electricity washing over him.

Reaching the hem of the other's boxers Alex stopped and grabbing his hips to prevent him from bucking, leaned in. He carefully caught the hem between his teeth and pulled it down agonysingly slowly.

Desmond's been squirming and mewling softly in anticipation and when his erection was freed he moaned and arched his back, unsuccessfully trying to buck his hips up. He buried one hand in the other's soft curls and waited with closed eyes and rapid breathing for whatever was to come next.

Alex tugged the boxers all the way down and off of him, then got comfortable between the other's legs and adjusted his hold on his hips. He exhaled, making sure to blow air over the sensitive skin of his erection. Desmond hissed and started to squirm again. The lack of touch was killing him, goddamnit!

Alex smirked at the reaction and gave him a long, from-base-to-tip lick. Desmond gasped and his head fell back into the pillows, grip firming in the other's hair. Alex was trying to recall everything from the few occassions Karen pleased him with a blowjob. He wrapped his full lips around the head and tentatively gave it a few sucks. Desmond moaned and went completely limp, head lolling to the side and closed eyelids fluttering in pleasure as he started to gently play with the other's hair, encouraging him. Alex got the hint and became more confidant with his ministrations. At first he was just licking the side and circling the head with his tounge - Desmond arched his back and tugged on his hair impatiently -, then he suddenly took the full length in with one smooth motion, making Desmond throw his head back again, lips falling apart in a silent moan and toes curling.

He started to lick and suck on him, using the other's reactions to guide himself. He was unexperienced but a fast learner, and so he soon picked the exact pace up that could pull Desmond completely undone. The younger was gasping and moaning, his grip tightening from time to time in his soft curls just to loosen up in the next second. He squirmed constantly and tried to buck his hips but the brunette had a firm hold on him.

Alex took his time, experimenting with everything: quirked his lips in different ways, used his teeth lightly, gently scraping the skin, took him in deeper or just sucked on the head and varied his speed to see the reaction.

It all felt amazing but Desmond was dangeorusly close and didn't feel like finishing the night just yet.

'W-wait. Aah...' he moaned, tugging on his hair carefully.

Alex obeyed, bobbing his head one last time before pulling away and letting his arousal slip from his mouth. He gave the tip one last kiss, sucking off the pearly drop of thick precum in the proccess, then let into the tugging and climbed back on top of Desmond. The bartender pulled him into a deep kiss as soon as he could and hummed softly when he caught a new, bittersweet taste lingering on the brunette's lovely lips. Alex kissed back with matching passion and almost purred when he felt his new lover's hand cupping him through his jeans. He began to slightly buck his hips into the touch, enjoying the oh so delicious friction. Tilting his head, he changed the angle of the kiss and sighed in content.

Desmond suddenly grabbed his hips and rolled them over, then started to unbuckle his belt impatiently. Alex's breath hitched for a second, then he reached down to help him and soon he was kicking the annoying piece of clothing off along with his boxers.

Giving him one more little kiss, Desmond pulled back and they stared at each other for a brief second. Alex reached out and his long fingers slid over the other's tan skin and lean muscles, marvelling every inch of them. Desmond sighed and smiled softly as he straddled him and reluctantly tearing his gaze away from the brunette under him, looked around.

'Do you have any lube?' he purred.

Alex blinked.

'I, um... I think there's half a bottle left in the nightstand...' he pondered and turning his head, reached an arm out to get it.

Desmond took the opportuntity and leaning down, started to kiss and suck on the sensitive skin of his neck. Alex went limp, arm falling back onto the mattress and closed his eyes in pleasure, moaning softly. His hands found their ways to the other's hips and he turned his head slightly, giving him better access. His breath quickened unconsciously and he felt his arousal throb in anticipation.

Desmond sucked on his earlobe, gently nipping it a few times, then he planted a sweet little kiss onto his cheek and straightening up, pulled out the drawer of the nightstand. After a little rummaging he found the small bottle of lube. Nearly half of it was used.

Hmm. Experimental~

Alex suddenly sat up as well and encircling his waist, pressed him down into his lap, then brought their lips together again. Desmond moved his hips, brushing their erections together and they both moaned. He was so busy sucking on Alex's soft lower lip that he didn't even notice when the bottle was taken from him and broke the kiss in surprise when he felt the tip of a slick finger against his entrance. He shot a quick glance behind him before it clicked together and he relaxed back into his new lover's arms. He rested his chin on top of the other's head and his fingers slid into his soft curls, combing through it a few times. Alex nuzzled his throat and kissed his tan skin, humming into the softness before carefully pressing his finger in. Desmond hissed and bit his lip, then moaned in sudden bliss when Alex crooked his finger and brushed against something inside him that sent a great wave of pleasure washing over him. He panted softly and his grip tightened in the other's silky hair as he felt an another finger press into him, preparing him still so carefully for something he could already barely wait for.

After a few minutes of scissoring and massaging - and a lot of squirming from Desmond - Alex added a third finger. Desmond sucked in a breath as the harsh pleasure increased and he peeked down to see a new set of pearly drops of precum dripping onto Alex's rich skin from his own almost painful hardness. He was throbbing from neglect, but he didn't dare bucking his hips. If they kept it up he was going to come without any touch as it was.

And so he pushed Alex on his chest, making him fall back into the fluffy mess of pillows and blankets and he shuddered both in relief and disappointment at the loss of fingers inside him.

Alex sighed and looked up at Desmond as his body relaxed back into the softness. Desmond shifted on top of him, positioning himself above the other's hardness, then braced his hands on the brunette's chest and pressed his hips down.

It was like an explosion of pleasure. Alex gasped and arched his back, eyes closing in bliss and hands gripping the other's hips. Damn, he was... he was tight.

Desmond was speechless. He was biting his lip in concentration, his body was tense and his hands were clenching and unclenching in the other's lap like a cat's, scraping the soft skin tenderly with his nails as he tried to get used to the new feeling. Slowly, his body relaxed and he let out the breath he didn't even notice he was holding in the form of a sigh. As the dull uncomfortable feeling faded away he started to feel other things: the way he was stretched, not unpleasent as he supposed it would be just... strange - and able to make his breath quicken in pleasure just from the thought of it -, the movement of lean muscles under the soft, warm skin beneath his touch as Alex shifted a little, trying to get used to the tightness, and the brunette's surprisingly delicate hands resting heavily on him. He tentatively rolled his hips, moaning and elicating a hiss from Alex. He half-opened his honey brown eyes and looked at the brunette under him, taking in the euphoric expression. He looked sexy as Hell.

Desmond bit his lip and leaning back, braced his hands on the other's thighs. He raised his hips, frowning at the sensation, then pushed back down and gasped at the unexpected wave of intense pleasure as that sweet spot from earlier got squarely hit. Hngh, he chose a good position.

At first he was hesitant, but as the pleasure never wavered and never failed to overpower that new and quickly fading uncomfortable feeling, his rhythm got faster and more confident. All that training seemed to serve him at last as his hips - and basically every part of him - were quite flexible, making it possible to roll them even in this position.

And rolling them he did. Anything to hear more of Alex's moans.

The brunette's head was swimming. Every movement from Desmond sent a sparkling wave of pleasure rippling over every nerve in his body. Even if he knew it was both of their first time with a male, it was hard to believe when the younger was doing such talented and mind blowing thi-ohgodthat'samazingdothatagain!

Alex gasped and arched his back off of the mattres, hips meeting one of Desmond's downright thrusts in mid-motion and making the latter groan both in surprise and pleasure as that special spot got hit harder than before. There were stars dancing behind his eyelids as he hung his head back.

Alex panted, hips now slowly moving in sync with Desmond, but not wanting to take the lead. It was too amazing of a sight to ruin it. He was staring up at him, eyes full of lust and hunger, taking in every little detail.

Desmond's nails dug into his skin as he started to get lost in the sensations and that was just enough for what little self-restrain Alex had to snap. With a groan that was resembling a growl he tightened his hold on the bartender's hips and rolled them over, taking control of the situation. He tried to hold back, he really did but that pace was just getting maddening.

When those soft hands' hold got firmer Desmond shuddered and felt a new wave of lust wash over him - his hips were always sensitive parts of his - then he yelped in surprise as Alex topped him. He looked up into his eyes - the exotic silvery blue irises only thin rings around the lust-blown pupils now - and grinned at him in anticipation. Alex answered with a lopsided smile that was just too fucking sexy for his own good and leant down to capture his scarred lips in a passionate kiss, sliding as deep into him as possible in the proccess. Desmond exhaled shakely through his nose at the sensation and buried one hand in the brunette's dark curls.

Alex nipped at the younger's bottom lip and pulled back, sitting up on his heels. Grabbing Desmond's hips again - and taking note of the pleasured shudder running over his body - he pulled him closer and into his lap, then pulled out only to thrust back into him hard. Desmond moaned and hung his head back, enjoying the new fast-and-hard pace Alex picked up.

Mewling softly, he reached down, one hand taking hold of the brunette's the other curling around his almost painfully hard erection. Alex let go of the other's hips with one hand and entertwining their fingers held it down on the sheets next to Desmond's head before shifting a bit and thrusted into him with renewed force.

'Fuck, Dessy, I'm close...' he purred, eyes closed in pleasure.

'Don't you fucking dare pull out. Aah...' gasped Desmond, hand stroking faster. Suddenly the thought of Alex finishing inside him was unbearably tempting and it alone was enough to make a new drop of precum run down his fingers.

And that was all it took for Alex. Tightening his hold on both the other's hip and hand he sucked in a sharp breath and his hips snapped faster as he came, shuddering in pleasure at the intensity. Desmond let out a strangled moan at the feeling and followed tight, arching his back and spilling on the both of them with a string of soundless curses.

And then they both collapsed, Desmond lying boneless and panting while Alex managed to support himself on his elbows, forehead resting on the other's chest, both gasping for air and trying to recollect their minds.

'That... was the best sex... I've ever had...' the younger panted with a sated smile.

Alex let out a breathless chuckle and nuzzled his skin in a daze.

'Agreed.'

Desmond grinned tiredly and lifted a hand. He buried his fingers in the brunette's soft curls and started combing it again.

Purring softly, Alex enjoyed the petting for a while. Eventually he slowly rolled off of him with a contented sigh, giving him an apologetic peck on the neck when the younger winced at the feeling of the brunette pulling out. Then he stood up and headed for the bathroom to clean up.

Desmond draped an arm over his eyes and basked in the feeling of the lingering pleasure nestled in the pit of his stomach. He never thought it would feel this amazing... His breathing slowly returned to normal but he was still dazed enough to stir in surprise when soft cotton touched his abdomen. Alex was back and was rubbing him clean with a white towel.

The brunette chuckled at his reaction.

'It surely couldn't have been that mind-blowing.'

'Oh, I'll show you next time, just you wait~' he hummed with a lazy grin, rubbing the other's toned stomach with his foot playfully and noting how he was wearing boxers again. Neither of them questioned the 'next time' part. It felt oddly naturel.

Alex chuckled and disregarding the towel, procceded to get the bartender back into his underwear too.

'You're like a big kid...' he pouted when Desmond didn't even make an effort to help him.

'Hmm...' purred the younger, already half asleep.

Carrying out his task with success, Alex crawled up beside him and tugging the blanket out from under them, pulled it over themselves and nestled into his side with a yawn.

'Hm, it's Saturday. We can sleep in' he mumbled on the brink of sleep. 'I love sleepin' in.'

Desmond chuckled and managed to wrap an arm around the slender hips of his already snoozing new lover before sleep took over him as well. Best hook-up ever~...

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It went so fast and felt so natural.

They clicked together like a charm and soon more and more days started to go the same: bothering each other with texts in the morning, meeting up during Alex's lunchtime to have a bite together, Alex dropping by the bar to chat, laugh or just derp around with Desmond until the end of his shift and then either going to one of their apartment (which they both had keys for after a while) or just part ways after a good walk and go home to sleep out the stress of the day.

They slowly became not just lovers, but best friends as well. It was a sudden change from their previous lives, but neither of them regretted it.

But then, Desmond started to notice changes in Alex. He became edgy, more stressed and Hell, even quieter if that was possible. Desmond didn't understand until his answer made his throat tighten - they were nearing the end of their project with his team. Meaning he was in bigger and bigger danger by every passing day.

And to make things worse, Desmond started to feel like someone was... watching him. He never caught anyone, but the feeling was constantly there. A nagging feeling at his subconscious, making the little hairs on the back of his neck stand on edge.

When people from Gentek started to dissapear and more and more evidence surfaced about someone investigating after him, he slowly started to question both of their safety.

Then one day Alex disappeared.

The next day he was kidnapped by Abstergo.