Silver and Gold Chapter 5, an assassin's creed fanfic

Open Sea 1511

They had a good few hours to themselves and neither man wanted to waste it. Devrim had spent too much time convincing Giovanni that he still wanted him, that he was too emotionally involved now to just abandon him because of some baggage. The second the Turk had seen him he'd wanted him, both Auditore's were attractive – being twins – but Giovanni had hidden depths, he looked like a man who didn't want a quick tumble without exchanging names. Devrim had already been a one night stand and he'd hated it, he wanted companionship and to be treated well, not a quick fuck against the wall of Hagia Sofia; he was going to suffer in the next life for that.

As for Giovanni he was amazed that he'd found a gorgeous man who had no problems with wanting another man, that didn't care that he was mentally screwed up and would be nothing but a pain. He had been waiting for three weeks to get a moment alone with Devrim – Matteo having discovered their hiding places and innocently joining in. Giovanni just wanted to strangle his brother or just tell him he wasn't interested in women.

"How long have we got?" Devrim asked as he pushed the Italian onto the bed before climbing over him.

He thought about it a moment, trying to recall who his brother had been charming lately, "He is with that woman travelling alone, older women tend to covet his attention more than girls his own age – he probably will not return until after breakfast."

Good, he could take his time tonight, "Hmm, experienced partners are alluring and I can not blame him." His deft fingers worked on opening Giovanni's shirt, his lips pecking at the exposed skin as it was revealed and he was pleased to see one of his old bite marks still there.

"Oh, so I am not alluring?"

"You have a completely different allure; you have plenty of practice to keep up with me but then you have this sexy little virtue that I will enjoy taking from you."

"So you like a virgin who is not quite a virgin?" Giovanni chuckled as he rose an eyebrow and couldn't help a grin at Devrim's eye roll.

Devrim sat up a little and began on the laces of tight trousers, "How do you move in these?" even pulling them off was a struggle. Giovanni reached down to loosen the ties on the sides of his trousers, a smirk on his lips until he was shoved down playfully, "You Italian's have ridiculous clothing."

"Fashion, Devrim...You are eager." He had been stripped down to nothing whilst the Turk still wore his clothing.

"I can not wait any more, I want you tonight and every night until this ship lands. Who knows what will happen when I return home, Baba may ask me to travel again – your own father may send you packing back to Italy." kissing along Giovanni's collar bone, Devrim let his hand wander down to the hardening length between them and stroked teasingly, "Every time we are together I ruin the mood and this time I am determined to make you scream."

Giovanni panted at the attention to his cock and pulled Devrim's face closer so that he could kiss him. Gaining a whole new appreciation for the man's beard, he moaned into the other's mouth as he enjoyed the rough scratch against his freshly shaven skin and the way he was forced to submit to an eager mouth with an even more eager tongue. He tasted delicious, like the sticky dates he had stolen from the ship's cargo, pushing his tongue against Devrim's, Giovanni moaned again as he tried to gain some sort of control – with little luck when his manhood was squeezed lightly. He looked into mischievous silver eyes and knew he would have to fight harder if he wanted any control – a spike of heat shot straight to his groin at the thought of being dominated by the Turk. "Y-you are so selfish!" He muttered as he pulled at the man's clothing, "You are still dressed..." Giovanni let his hands roam down covered muscles until he reached the hem of the linen under shirt and pulled it up; unfortunately that meant the delicious friction on his cock had to stop so that the material could come off. "This is the first time I have seen you without clothing."

"Do not be put off by my manliness, not everyone can be this ho – mmph!" The younger assassin rolled his eyes and kissed Devrim, the man loved the sound of his own voice, Giovanni was sure of it, though the Italian had to admit he liked to hear the rough accent when it was whispering those filthy things to him. For now he wanted to explore the other whilst he was being compliant. Tearing his mouth away and grinning, Giovanni used his legs to roll them over on the bed, very nearly toppling them off it, "And I thought you were shy?"

"Auditore men are not known for being shy in bed or on the floor or against a wall...in view of the Vatican..." Not one of his brother's best ideas. "Shut up and stop distracting me." A playful pull was administered to Devrim's chest hair causing him to grunt but kept his mouth shut as Giovanni went about tracing muscle and scars with his hands first before ducking down to nip at dark skin. It was another thing that made the man irresistible to the Italian; Devrim's voice, Devrim's skin, Devrim's eyes and Devrim's kind heart. Just Devrim in general.

He chided himself internally, he was behaving like a girl and that was enough to make him blush. Gold eyes travelled along the body beneath him, unsure of what the other would like most and that was when he noticed the pink scattering of many scars just on the left side of his ribcage, "What is this from?" His fingers traced along the cluster of skin and Devrim shivered at the light touch causing Giovanni to pull away like he'd been burned.

The Turk placed his hand where the other's had been, "Uh..." He had to think a moment to remember what the semi-circle of scars were from, "Shrapnel bomb, I think. It does not hurt...a little sensitive but it feels good when you touch me."

Shrapnel bomb, yet another thing the Constantinople brotherhood had that they did not; Devrim had promised to teach him to make these things. "Sensitive?" Giovanni muttered as his lips and tongue worked together to create small bruises across Devrim's chest, teeth scraping teasingly over an erect nipple each time he got close enough but pulling away each time the man arched toward his mouth. He crawled down the Turk's body until he was hovering over the cluster of scars, "How sensitive?"

Devrim bit down a gasp as Giovanni nibbled along the ridged skin of one of the bigger scars, apparently very sensitive and by the twitch of Devrim's erection digging into Giovanni, pleasurable. "I think you are still overdressed."

"I think you should shut the fuck up and undress me then."

Giovanni let go of the skin he was teasing and gave the other a surprised look. Devrim's lips were pressed together as he tried to keep his face blank but his eyes gave away the amusement he was hiding and they both burst out laughing. "Did you learn your Italian from a backstreet whore?"

"A noble woman actually." He said as he watched the laces of his trousers coming undone and sighing as some of the pressure was lifted, "I can say it in my language if you like but it will mean the same thing."

"Istediğiniz gibi,"

Devrim smiled at the sarcastic drawl, "And where did you learn your Turkish?"

"Books, the docks at home...one of the whores in the Rosa – I would learn from her instead of doing what my brother expected me to; he practically paid for my language lessons." He didn't notice the shake of Devrim's head as he pulled the man's trousers over his hips, once again Giovanni was being very matter of fact at an inappropriate time – it was adorable but not in the least bit sexy. "Stop smirking at me..."

Was that a pout on the Auditore's lips? He didn't mean to embarrass the other but he had to share his inner musings, "Stop being so methodical when undressing me – I need sultry looks and wandering hands and 'Oh, Devrim! What a big cock you have.' I can not but be amused by you and how cute you are...it is as tantalising as you describing what you had for dinner."

"Ah but dinner is very interesting!" Giovanni exclaimed with a wicked glint in his eyes before leaning down and giving a broad sweep of his tongue from base to tip of Devrim's erection. The man below him bucked his hips and moaned loudly at the unexpected move, "I tried something foreign today." He said as he placed his hands on Devrim's hips to stop any further movement. "I was not sure at first, was I supposed to eat it in little bits?" Wrapping his lips around the tip and giving a playful suck, Giovanni was pleased by the strangled noise he heard and moved his mouth to suck and lick along the hard shaft standing proudly before him. "Or swallow it whole?"

Devrim clenched his teeth together as he felt a hot mouth take him in completely, every inch enveloped in moist heat to the back of Giovanni's throat, then he swallowed and Devrim's hands shot into brown hair and pulled spasmodically at the overload of sensation. He wanted to push into the mouth torturing him but couldn't because of the force holding his hips down, how was Giovanni doing this to him? Even his tongue was sinful as it helped force wanton moans from Devrim. Giovanni sucked at the length until it came from his lips with a pop. "H-how...fuck! Where did you learn that!" Devrim's body tremored slightly as he tried to get his voice to work. That was not something a first timer could usually do, it took practice to swallow an entire cock and the Italian had taken him like it was nothing.

"No gag reflex." He said simply, the Italian assassin was quite proud of himself, Devrim was not the first man he had ever kissed but everything else was a first time experience and to make the other tremble was an achievement. Tucking his now loose hair behind his ear, Giovanni went back to the task at hand, this time using the very tip of his tongue to wriggle along the dribble of pearly liquid beginning to trail down Devrim's cock. He gave a little grimace at the taste and texture, not sure what to make of it as it wasn't entirely unpleasant, "I think like with all new foods I will have to get used to the taste – you will serve this to me again, si?"

Tease. "Fine...fine. You describing dinner can be tantalising..." If this was how Giovanni would prove his points than the man was happy to be wrong! "Did your father not teach you to finish what is on your plate?" Giovanni took the hint and once again descended on the Turk, straining to keep hips from bucking once more at the passionate response, "Teeth..." Devrim hissed lightly as his body tensed at the feel of teeth catching the crown of his length. It made the other pull away with a sheepish look and he would have apologised if Devrim hadn't of leaned forward and licked along his now swollen lips, "I will teach you a few tricks next time, güzel, I am supposed to be the one making you squirm." Giovanni opened his mouth to the invading tongue, sighing as it rubbed against his own before retreating, "I want to see what a man with no gag reflex can do." He would take advantage of this talent later but for now he wanted the other – too many weeks of wanting him was taking its toll. "I want you." He said lowly, his nose gently following the curve of the other man's ear all the while gently turning them on the bed until Giovanni was on his back.

"R-right...how do we do this?"

Devrim gave him one of his most charming smiles, the one that made his eyes crinkle and Giovanni's insides melt. "You, lay there and moan prettily and let me do all the work...if you want to stop then just say so; we do not have to do this tonight." Though the Turk would die if he was cock-blocked again. Reaching under the pillow, Devrim pulled out a little jar with a corked top and placed it out of the way but within reach, next he knelt between lean thighs and smiled again at the nervous inhalation. What had happened to his confident, sexual deviant of a few minutes ago? "I will take it easy on you," He said as he opened the jar out of sight and dipped his fingers inside, "I will use my very best manners and treat you like the treasure you are."

"I am not a girl, Devrim." Couldn't he just do this already? "Get on with it..."

"I will, when you relax," The older assassin kissed a tense jaw until Giovanni let out a breath, letting his body uncoil with every kiss and rub of inquisitive lips along his neck, a calloused thumb rubbed against a stiff nipple until a whine escaped him at the soft touch.

Giovanni's breath hitched at the cold feel of slick fingers rubbing against his entrance and again Devrim seduced him with a clever mouth. It felt strange at first and Giovanni really wasn't sure if he would like this – what if he didn't? Shit, he needed to calm down before his head exploded and he panicked...what did he know about having sex with another man?

Wait...wait...yes he did!

Rome 1508

Giovanni sat on the bench with a perfect hand chalked onto it, Leonardo's art of course, though why he was sat there like a lemon he wasn't sure. Why did the artist want to talk to him? It wasn't a problem, Leonardo practically helped raise him from birth to the age of eight...the man having delayed his travels until Giovanni had recovered somewhat from having his throat cut. Until a few weeks ago the younger Auditore had not seen the man in years and now he was waiting around for some private chat. "Gio..." He jumped as Leonardo sat beside him on the bench.

"You scared me!" He snapped before calming himself and hugging the man in greeting, "Am I in trouble? I assume I am because you asked me to come alone, not tell anyone I was coming, including my brother, you only take me aside when I am in trouble..."

"Oh, Gio!" Leonardo laughed, "You still act like a little boy even now." Leonardo was glad to see him, that ten years after he had left a terrified little boy he could come back to see the brave young man he had become. "You are not in trouble...but...I need to talk to you about something..." He was hesitant, not sure how to bring the subject up without making the young man bolt. But he was never one to mince his words, "Women provide little distraction for you..."

The young man physically flinched and stared down at his boots, "I...I do not get it..."

"Yes you do, Gio. I saw the way you were looking at that stable hand a few weeks ago." The look on Giovanni's face made Leonardo put his hands up in a placating manner, "I am the only one who knows...I know what to look for, I know how hard it is to look at another man and want to do things you should want with a girl." His blue eyes were serious and honest. Enough so that the worried crease between Giovanni's eyebrows lifted slightly, "There is nothing wrong with you, there are many out there that have the same conflicts in their heads...what is wrong though is you letting Matteo force you into brothels and pretending the woman riding you is that yummy stable hand...he had lovely hands..."

"I...I was looking at his arms...and that is a little creepy to have you perving on the same guy as me." Leonardo always had this way of making him let his defences down and be honest, the man would go to the grave with this secret and he was confused as to why he couldn't find girls as exciting as his brother or father. "Why me? I mean, I am going to go through life alone and...celibate." Hearing Leonardo laugh at him made the boy scowl and he would have walked away if not for the deceivingly strong grip on his wrist and an order to sit back down – which he did so like a kicked dog.

The blonde waited until a glimmer of gold glanced his way before speaking, "Salai has been my lover for a very long time, Gio, I love him and he better love me or I will have to stop his allowance...though that means he pesters me for sex because he is bored...anyway! My point is you will find someone to spend your life with...it will be hard to find a man who accepts he wants to love who he wants despite gender and learning the signs is a bit hit and miss – stable hand does not have a homosexual bone in his boy, so stay away from that disaster – but you will find someone." This was easier than he expected. He thought Giovanni would deny it but the boy had acknowledged it and poor thing thought he was going to be miserable forever. "As for celibacy..."

"...How would that even work! All I have down here is my pene, balls and...oh...H-how would...w-would that not...That would be painful, surely...?" The young man paled slightly at the thought and once again his thoughts drifted to a non-existent love life.

"It...can be uncomfortable at first. As long as all of the proper preparation is done, plenty of oil and if you relax enough it is very pleasurable...I think it feels better than any encounter with a woman. You can talk to me about this, Gio, you can tell your father too...because that bastard made me think he did not know my preference and then years down the line tells me he approves of my lover. So I do not think he will be too upset..."

Open Sea

His name was being called and Giovanni blushed brightly all the way to his chest, "W-what?"

Devrim sighed at him with a concerned look, "I asked if you were alright...do you want me to stop?"

"No...why?" This was mortifying, he had been concentrating so hard on all the things Leonardo had told him about sex with a man that he practically forgot where and what he was doing. Well that would make Devrim feel awkward...

"I hope you were somewhere nice, with my ego...stroking it because I feel a little deflated here. And as for 'why'" He wriggled the finger he had worked inside the younger man and felt the tight muscle tense around it, "You did not even notice, did you?" He watched the brunette shake his head slowly and let out a shaky breath, "Are you alright?"

"Si, I am sorry I was just trying to relax for you...It feels strange but it does not hurt...I thought it would," He let out a relieved laugh and licked his lips nervously, "I will punch you in the face if I do not like it." The problem was; that was mostly true.

"Good to know." The Turk muttered whilst working a second finger in, stopping at his second knuckle when he saw the pained wince shoot across Giovanni's face, "Bear with it for just a moment, Gio." He pushed a little deeper and with a prayer he wasn't about to get knocked out, curled his fingers toward himself. Giovanni's hands scrabbled at the sheets of the bed, clawing the material as he bucked onto Devrim's fingers, his mouth opening to let out a short gasp of pleasure – that's what he needed. He stroked the small bundle of nerves until Giovanni was mewling and thrusting his hips against the scissoring digits inside him.

Never in a million years had the Italian thought he could enjoy this, that his whole body would light up with blinding, mind numbing pleasure. He could feel his balls tightening as pre-come dribbled in a steady flow from his tip – he was going to come like an inexperienced teenager, "Wait! Wait wait wait!" Grabbing Devrim's wrist he gasped and panted as he tried to calm himself, "Too much..." His prostate was left alone but the careful stretching continued; a third slicked finger wriggled past the tight ring of muscle. It ached again, Giovanni tried to concentrate on the what felt good, his right hand wrapping around his length unconsciously.

"Look at you," Devrim said as he watched the other work himself, "Behaving like a common whore after acting like a scared virgin, bucking against my hand as you swallow my fingers whole." The Turk grinned as he watched a violent shiver travel through Giovanni's body, "I could tell you the recipe for cake and you would still shiver at my voice." He'd had a feeling his voice was the reason for many uncontrolled fits of passion and now he'd confirmed it.

"I-I hope it is – nnn...c-ch-chocolate cake." Even now he had to swap witty remarks, "Please, I am ready, I want you," He needed more than fingers now, he had no idea what he had been so worried about in the first place!

Devrim nodded as he slicked himself up, satisfied the other was relaxed enough and prepared enough for him, "Now who is eager?" Devrim yanked him closer and wrapped lean legs around his hips, "Trust me?" It was a little late to ask but he was nothing if not gentleman.

The Italian rolled his eyes, nodding his head as he reached for the man's jaw and pulling him forward to mould their mouths together, "Ye – aaah...!" Giovanni wrapped his arms around the other's shoulders as he pushed into him; this sensation was different than fingers – it hurt. "F-fuck...Devrim..." How was he supposed to relax when he was being torn in two? It would get better, like before it would feel good again.

"Breathe, Gio..." He was so tight around him that the older assassin knew this had to be hurting, "Gigi...? Look at me."

"I am fine."

Lowering them down so they were no longer sat up, Devrim finger combed the long strands of hair from the younger's face, "No, you are not." And as if to prove it he stroked the flagging erection between them.

"My penis does not get a say in this..." The extra stimulation was appreciated, "I know it will get better, just move and...talk to me..." He pushed his hips up and groaned as he was able to take a little more of Devrim's length.

"Your penis has a big say in it - Damn it, Gio! Stop until you adjust." Impatient bastard was going to hurt himself, "Remember what I said? Let me do all the work and I will have you writhing in no time, only this time I will not let you hold back your orgasm. I am going to fuck you until you can not stand it any more."

It was slow going at first; Giovanni's body accepting the intrusion the more he relaxed, the friction on his cock coupled with Devrim's lusty timbre in his ear making the pain bearable enough for him to take all of the man. For Devrim it was torture, he wanted nothing more than to plough into the vice like grip around him and revel in the heat of velvety walls pulsing around him – he would take Giovanni hard in the near future but this would take a little coaxing. He rocked his hips shallowly at first, silver eyes ever watchful of the pained face before him as he ground against the stretched ring clutching and twitching over his girth; dropping his head to a tanned shoulder with a frustrated moan, Devrim couldn't help but bite down in an effort to keep control. It caused the Italian to arch his back and then shiver as he bit down an almost pleased whine, "I...I need to move. This heat – your fucking tightness is...I can stop if it is too much but please remember how good it felt when you were used to my fingers."

Giovanni snorted whilst letting his hands caress up a tense arm which was supporting the Turk's weight and up along the cluster of scars on his side, "You wanted to wait, I was the one trying to move, idiota." His eyes shut as the other pulled out barely an inch and pressed back inside slowly, testing his resolve. Breathing out harshly through his nose, Giovanni let his ankles cross behind his partner's waist and when the next push in came he saw stars, "Do that again!" Moving together this time caused Giovanni to moan in surprise,

"Good, as long as I keep rubbing against that spot we should be able to enjoy this." He was relieved to have found the perfect angle so quickly, worried that he would agitate the Italian the longer he took to find it. Starting slow and shallow the two men fell into a heady push and pull as they got used to each other until after a moment Devrim was able to enter a little deeper. A strangled sound sat deep in his throat when the other clamped down on him, "D-do not do that!" He saw a smirk flicker across the younger's lips and in revenge gave a firm thrust on the next push; Giovanni tossed his head back onto the pillow with a silent cry in reaction.

The Italian was getting used to it, the awkwardness of a few minutes ago dissipating with every rub against his insides. It still hurt a little, being stretched wide over a hard, throbbing cock – even the feel of Devrim inside him was exciting, every twitch and contour stroking deep within him was maddening. How could he not squeeze around him? Especially when the action was chipping away at the careful control Devrim thought he had. Giovanni's hands became tangled in the inky waves of the Turk's hair, the man at some point coming so close that their skin was sliding against the other, his mouth adding a new overwhelming sensation, when had the man become able to hilt himself? "Wait..."

"No."

"Please, wait." He was dizzy suddenly, the lips and teeth on his neck, the hand pumping his aching length, the beautiful friction of Devrim's cock as it delivered long, smooth thrusts; Slow pulls and hard, fast pushes. He was practically shivering with too much sensation, "Wait."

"No." And the older assassin began a faster pace, pleased when his partner's hips rolled with the movement, "I said I was not going to let you hold back." He sat up, his free hand grabbing Giovanni's thigh and lifting it effortlessly as he snapped his hips forward. Silver eyes watched, half lidded, as Giovanni's body arched and he saw long fingers claw into the sheets, again no sound came from his open mouth but the look of rapture was enough to warrant another slap of skin on skin. "I said I would have you writhing," and that was exactly what he had the Italian doing – making such a display that Devrim wanted to see it again, every night for the rest of his life. He could tell the other was close too, every tanned muscle was tense, the turgid length in his hand was weeping continuously, throbbing strongly against his palm, and then there was the near death grip around him. His entrance gripped and swallowed Devrim every time, like it was the most natural thing in the world, "F-fuck!" Shutting his eyes the Turk swallowed thickly as bolts of pleasure shot through his body; the image arousing him more than he thought it should have.

Releasing Giovanni's cock, he gripped the thigh still around him and almost had the Italian doubled in half as he began to pound into him with abandon. He could feel short nails scoring his back and chest until he could feel the sting of sweat in bleeding welts, his hair being gripped and pulled, a mouth on his chin and jaw – it appeared Giovanni was flexible – he had wanted to watch the Italian lose it, he couldn't open his eyes though, he wanted to hold out just a little longer. Wanted to listen to the broken gasps and moans being ripped from his new lover.

Where Devrim wanted to hold on Giovanni wanted to shatter, he grabbed at any part of Devrim's body he could reach to anchor himself and lost any control of his body as he desperately met every thrust with one of his own. Still he was dizzy and every nerve in his body was burning, his muscles had started to cramp but he didn't care, "D-De...Devrim! Mio Dio...cazzo...nnn...!" Could he not even form a sentence? One, two more harsh thrusts and Giovanni was done.

Honey coloured eyes rolling back into his head, even with his eyes so tightly shut he could only see bright lights dancing on the backs of his eyelids. He felt so tightly wound as he came, that when the aching and spasms of his body finally subsided Giovanni could only go limp, his world going dark, and whimper as someone milked the last of his release from him.

When Giovanni came to, he could only sigh in what felt like exhaustion, something rough was caressing his stomach and he cracked an eye open, "Ah, I thought I had killed you!" Devrim smiled at him gently. "You were only lucid for a minute or so, do not look so worried." Did he look worried? He had blacked out hadn't he? "I do not think you blacked out. You sort of just...melted. Moaning quietly and holding onto me like you were afraid I would vanish." The Italian made a mental note not to voice his internal questions.

"Feels like my bones are gone..." words splashed into each other and Giovanni could see Devrim struggling to understand the words and then translate them to himself; once he had he grinned foolishly like he was proud of himself.

"Was it too much at once for you? Next time I will take better care of you instead of letting my lust control me – I just wanted to see you lose it, I would like you to remember this next time you even think about pretending to enjoy a woman's body...but I bet you do not remember your name right now!" Devrim continued to wash the messy release from the other's skin, satisfied enough to throw the rag aside, having already cleaned himself whilst Giovanni was unaware of the world. "Gigi...?" a pair of tired eyes peered at him, evidently displeased with the new pet name, though the younger man noticed the somewhat...regretful look in Devrim's eyes and his heart began battering against his chest – if Devrim told him it was over...

"Hey, hey!" The Turk stroked hair from his lover's face having seen the panic cross his flushed face and understanding, "Relax, let the birdie out and thoughts of us never doing this again too."

"Birdie?" what the fuck was he on about? Was he still unconscious? He watched the other man make a strange action over his heart and his brain gave him a kick, "Oh...Leonardo's trick...you have destroyed any ability I have to think properly...possibly forever."

"Oh good!" came the pleased reply and then, again, there was a serious edge, "I just wanted to ask if you were in pain...there was blood."

Was that all? "I feel fine, better than that even...it was amazing...I thought I would die with how good you felt inside me." He felt Devrim sigh in relief and curl up against his side, "If I could I would have screamed the entire ship down to the ocean floor."

Devrim had wondered about that, he had seen Giovanni cry out but hadn't heard him the entire time. "Damaged vocal chords?" A nod against his shoulder and then a deep contented sigh. "To the bottom of the ocean, eh?" After receiving no answer for a long moment, Devrim propped himself up onto his elbow and laughed at the sleeping assassin beside him, "Light weight."

Before settling back down the Turk did take notice of one other thing apart from how adorable the Auditore looked – his scar was covered with the older man's marks and neither of them had noticed.

(Writers block for four days! I could burn my laptop and this chapter in my anguish!)