1511 Open Sea Five days out

Matteo was a little wary of their new friend, it may have been his brother's panic attack after being left alone with the Turk or just the way Giovanni kept glancing over at him. Had they fought whilst he'd been away? It was a little difficult to believe it was an accidental touch, Matteo Knew for a fact that wouldn't cause the reaction his twin had – a brush would cause him to tense up and pull away, not have him curled up like a child. He was a little better as the years passed, allowing their friends to throw an arm over his shoulder without shoving them away; he still twitched uncomfortably when even their father got too close. Unfortunately, they were Italian and that meant everyone wanted to be touchy feely.

Now he knew his brother was shy but he wasn't a push over, he wouldn't let someone bully him or threaten him and he would never lie to Matteo, they shared everything...so what was with all the looks? "You are ignoring me!" Matteo looked at the woman sat on his lap and gave a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, I was just thinking about what to do with you." He lied smoothly, his thoughts on his brother evaporating as he decided to end his four month, forced, celibacy.

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"Will your brother be coming back soon?" Devrim asked conversationally as he quilled out a letter to his father, a pigeon had been cooing at him for days and it was about time he sent it home. Hearing light steps behind him, he put the quill down and was about to turn when hands rested on his shoulders. The fingers of Giovanni's left hand raked through his hair, "Mmm, I will take that as, 'he will be a while'"

"All night," the Italian murmured as his trailed his mouth along the other's jaw, teeth nipping almost gently, testing. "He has not seen a woman in four months and he is a whore...so we have some time...if..."

Devrim's head tilted to the side, offering his throat to the other assassin, "'If' what? If I am not put off with being shoved around? Forget it, I understand." He got up from the chair and walked Giovanni backwards towards the bed, "Your brother has been refusing to leave us alone and as endearing as that is, it is a little frustrating that I have been unable to touch you..." A sly smile came across his lips as he sat Giovanni down, "I promise not to use my teeth this time."

Giovanni returned the smile, reaching up to pull Devrim down over him, "I like teeth, just careful where you use them." He wished the other would shut up about it already, he wasn't going to break over the incident – he was embarrassed, yes. It shouldn't have to dominate how the other treated him though. What would his father do in such a situation? Likely draw a target on himself and flaunt it. That might help? Sitting up again, Giovanni pushed Devrim so that the Turk was straddling his legs and not his hips, "Let us get this out of the way." Beginning to undo his shirt a chuckle caught his attention, looking up he saw a raised eyebrow, "Do not get too excited."

"With this methodical strip tease? I know we are dressed down but you could try a little harder or let me do it." he reached for the shirt to 'help'.

"Methodical? I thought your Italian was basic. Keep your hands to yourself for a moment."

"Ne?" Devrim gave a frustrated sigh and backed off with an annoyed eye roll, "I know you have not been with a man but it has the same rules as with a woman – touching is a little important...can I use my tongue?"

"Devrim! You are terribile." a blank look, "korkunç – just shut up and let me show you." His shirt pooled down to his elbows and he turned his head to the side, exposing the jagged, white scar that started from just under his left ear to his Adams apple. He saw a tanned hand reaching for it and flinched, "Si prega di non fare...I can not stand it." Devrim dropped his hand but shifted in closer, his breath close enough to leave goosebumps on the other, he had questions, hundreds of questions though he was unsure how to ask them. Maybe a simple response? 'Well that looks nasty, can we fuck now?' didn't seem appropriate. "I was seven, out with my mother and brother in Roma when we were jumped. Just a random attack, bad luck on everyone's part."

"Mostly yours from the looks of it – does it hurt? How the hell did you survive?" It looked deep, surely deep enough to be a killing cut in normal circumstances.

"I fared a little better than some." He faced forward again, jumping a little when his lips brushed against the Turk's; he hadn't realised how close he was. "After..." With the other so close he felt the need to lower his voice to an almost whisper, "After Papa had...well, when he realised I was there - "

The older man cut in with a confused look, "Realised?" There was a chunk missing from this story, usually he wouldn't let something like that slip – this could wait, no. It had to wait until Giovanni was ready. "Carry on, your father found you and then?"

"I want a kiss first." Giovanni hadn't meant to get this involved with the story, he'd wanted to make Devrim aware that he had a weak spot and hopefully avoid a similar scene a few days prior, "I meant to take advantage of being alone with you and am doing a poor job of it." He was pleased that his demand was met promptly and without any comforting pity. Just an enthusiastic meeting of eager mouths that opened to the other with a chink of teeth. The enthusiasm seemed to spread to Devrim's once obedient hands as they grasped at a naked waist, stroking firmly upwards, deft fingers digging into firm muscle along the way, until finally his calloused thumb rubbed over an erect nipple causing a delicious moan to fall into the Turk's mouth.

Pushing Giovanni down onto the mattress, Devrim took his original place back on top of the other's hips and was pleased with the growing tent in...were those actually leather trousers? That would be interesting to tease him with later, for now his favourite Auditore was unconsciously mewling into his mouth and rubbing his crotch up against him – poor boy was desperate for male attention! Being right handed, Devrim slid his mouth from the other's and naturally made his way to the left of Giovanni's throat; without missing a beat he sat up instead – it was going to be a bitch to avoid that scar. "Your father found you and then?" he panted out as he admired the half naked assassin, fingers running through the thin patch of hair on his chest, "Do you shave your chest?" The look on his face would have been funny if not for how alienated it made the other feel.

"I...might have..." he blushed brightly and licked his lips in a nervous habit, "Matteo thought it would be funny, not all Italian men primp and polish like women."

"You two spent half an hour brushing and tying your hair." Oh but that blush was adorable, "You are changing the subject and you will have no more of this," He ground himself against his partner teasingly, "Unless you answer my question. How did you survive?"

A firm hold on his hips prevented Giovanni from getting the friction he wanted and he let out a frustrated noise, "Enough pressure to keep me from bleeding out until he got me to a dottore, happy now?"

"How much pressure? Show me." Show him? How did he do that? He was being teased again, he just knew it. The last four days had shown Giovanni that Devrim had a wicked sense of humour and quick wit – enough to keep the twins in stitches and high spirits. He also got a rise out of riling people up, testing people's boundaries and revelling in it. Fine, if he could satisfy the man's curiosity he might just get his own satisfaction. Giovanni licked his lips again and hesitantly placed his hand upon the other's neck, his own pulse fluttered as he felt the steady beat of a jugular on his palm and he steeled himself as he began to squeeze. "That is all? Hardly enough to staunch any blood." Devrim's hand abandoned its exploration of naked chest and covered the one on his throat, applying poor pressure and restricting his air flow a little, "Could you breath freely? Could you speak?"

Oh...oh! Giovanni's amber eyes widened a little in realisation – this was turning the Turk on. "I guess it is true that the Turks like to live dangerously." A pleased laugh came from Devrim and he rewarded the other with the rocking of his hips, friction blessedly received. And then Giovanni dropped his hand to the bed, "How about I get something I want first?"

It was like he'd said 'please ravish me to within an inch of my life' the way Devrim dove down onto him, hands working at the ties of his trousers, mouth, lips and teeth working on his neck and shoulder. He couldn't get his length free soon enough, the relief making him shiver to be free of the confining leather, he couldn't remember ever being this hard or aroused in his life and thanked the unknown deity that had seen fit to give him this man. "Take your clothes off."

Sitting up, Devrim pulled his linen top up over his head and slung it across the cabin before starting on his bottoms eagerly, "Why, if this is so wrong, do they make men like you so fucking arousing?"

"Same reason they make it hard to find men like you willing to plough us senseless." Giovanni wrapped his hand around himself in his eagerness, moaning wantonly at the light touch, relieved that some of the tension ebbed – he'd never wanted sex so bad in his life...and he wasn't even drunk! "What are you waiting for?"

The Turk had paused in his undressing and was staring intently as the other stroked himself. He had a few witty remarks to make but they were caught with the lump in his throat; wasn't the younger Auditore brother supposed to be shy? This wasn't shy, this was wanton and oh so very confident in his own skin. He didn't even force an answer from his throat as he leant his head down and sunk his teeth into Giovanni's chest, the Italian swore blindly as he arched into the ache and had to squeeze his length harder in an effort not to come too soon. Devrim laid out over him, teeth giving little nips as he went until he reached that eager mouth again, distracting the other as he rubbed his cock against Giovanni's and bought a hand to wrap around them both, "I am not going to fuck you tonight," he panted into his ear. "Or any night soon. I am going to tease and torture you until you beg me – on your knees – to please, please take you." he could feel him throbbing excitedly in his hand, precum streaming steadily over both their palms as they stroked and ground against each other. "What has you so excited, güzel? You are so close already, are you that eager to let me stretch you open on my cock?"

He was going to come with those dark words alone, and he would beg and scrape and fall onto his knees and...oh God, yes – yes – he want so much to be stretched and filled. "Y-yo-ah...hah – D-Devrim...! ...La voce, oh Dio ho intenzione di – nnnngh!" It was nearly painful the way his muscles seized as his orgasm hit him harder than he'd ever known and he wasn't sure when exactly he had turned into a boneless heap on the bed. He was panting heavily, vaguely aware of a hand trailing up and down his side, a wet mouth on his skin and he was confused how he'd gone from a body overload to this lethargic state. Bringing his hand up to run through the loose strands of his hair, Giovanni frown when Devrim grabbed his wrist.

"You do not want our release in your hair." Giovanni stared at the mess on his palm and frowned, "You look confused." came the extremely smug voice of Devrim, also the warm weight over him, "You started babbling so fast I could barely understand you and then – boom – you went off harder than a gunpowder bomb; except you did not make a sound, just this silent 'o' – it was gorgeous."

"I am ruined..." He groaned tiredly, "A woman will never make me hard again." He didn't need to hear the hearty laughter to know that the vibration against his body was the other in hysterics.