Silver and Gold Chapter 6, an assassin's creed fanfic

Open Sea 1511

Matteo practically waltzed into the cabin a little after breakfast, freshly washed and carrying some of the more expensive food that first class was offered, "Buon giorno!" He cheered and put the food on a side table, it was then he noticed Devrim sorting through papers at the desk and his brother still sleeping. "Is he sick?" It was unusual for Giovanni to sleep in and so deeply.

"He had a rough night." The Turk said whilst hiding the papers behind the fake wall he had found with Giovanni, he had them in a sealed tube and checked them a few times a day. They were proof of a conspiracy against the Sultan, it was what he'd spent the last year gathering – They had to reach his father at all costs. "He is sore from the hammock so I gave him the bed," it was a weak excuse so he decided to change the subject quickly, "I see your lady friend let you follow her to breakfast."

"Poor thing wanted me to stay but that blonde caught sight of me and I did not want to cause a scene...especially after the cat fight a couple of nights ago." He needed to stop having multiple partners in small areas, "By the way, who is your lady friend?" He pointed to the deep scratches across Devrim's chest, the man not having bothered to dress fully, "Must have been a very passionate encounter." He glanced at his brother again and smirked, "I bet he stole your bed whilst you were sharing someone else's bed! You dog!" Giving a boisterous laugh, Matteo sat on the bed and shook his twin's shoulder, "Vanni, wake up and eat."

His eyebrows scrunched up and he frowned, "Nnngh!" couldn't he stay in bed? He was sore all over and content to stay where he was but the constant shaking pulled him from his sleep, "Matteo, let me sleep you – Ah! Fuck..." He'd been trying to sit up when a spike of pain shot through him, forcing him back onto his side. Matteo began to fuss without thinking about it, unusual to see his brother not only sleeping late but hiss in pain first thing, "I am alright, my muscles ache...we have not trained properly in weeks and the hammock is uncomfortable – Matteo stop treating me like a kid."

Matteo scowled at his brother, "Well sorry for caring...hey...what the hell happened here?" He turned his brother's head to the side to study his scar, "Have you been scratching again?"

Giovanni touched it gingerly,"Why...what is wrong?"

"It is red...a little bruised too," He examined it a little longer, Devrim joining them as if he was merely curious but he was worried he had done something, "It might be your shirt collar rubbing against it...Give me a moment and I will check the cargo hold for some salves."

Giovanni called him a thief as he watched his twin run off; that left him alone with the Turk and his concerned eyes. "I hurt, all over...mostly when I try to sit up but I also feel like I could take on an army." There was not point in lying about it and he knew Devrim appreciated honesty when it came to people he cared about, "You will have to be gentle with me for a day or so." Leaning forward, Giovanni planted a soft kiss on his mouth.

Kissing him back the man had to smile, "It will be a few days before I will do that again, I knew I was too rough but I know you can handle it – nice deflection with your brother, I was a little worried he would put my love bites and your claw marks together."

"I think those little scratches are well deserved." He traced them gently and then reached for his neck, "I did not even notice...my throat is a little sore but it always is when I get too vocal – does it look bad?"

"I am sorry, it seems I will always go for that side naturally and it does not look bad, Matteo is just being brotherly." Devrim's fingers hovered near the scar until the other flinched, "I thought maybe you trusted me enough by now."

"I do trust you!" The younger man snapped irritably, "Please do not make me feel guilty..."

Devrim got up from the bed and began pulling on his top, "Not my intention..." Matteo chose that moment to re-enter the room, looking at the two with a raised eyebrow, both looked a little forlorn and he wondered what had happened, "Look after him." Was all the Turk said before stalking out of the room.

Istanbul 1511

Ezio was beginning g to regret letting Yusuf accompany him to Sofia's book shop. He was hurting the Italian's advances on the woman by...well, being Yusuf really. Though Sofia did not seem to mind him flitting about the shelves like it was completely normal, "Baby sitting young men, Ezio?"

"Him? Young?" Ezio looked back at Yusuf with a snort, "Perhaps mentally."

"I think Devrim is very much younger than us both and needs to return the book he borrowed." She had been transcribing one of the books Ezio had found her and finally put her quill down to look at them both, "Oh..." her cheeks coloured a little when she set eyes on the Turk, "I thought you were someone else – you look like..."

Yusuf's lips turned up into a smile, "Evet, Devrim does look like me, except I have a nicer beard, his is more like an inch of hair he uses to hide a baby face." He took a chair beside Ezio, "He has been travelling the last year, hence the reason he still owns your property...my son was a little distracted before he left."

"I see," Sofia nodded, she knew about Devrim's mother and youngest brother passing away, he hadn't visited the shop for weeks and then one day turned up out of the blue.

Istanbul 1509

A banging on the door had pulled the woman from her private studies, it was getting late and it was dark outside – who would bother her so late? Approaching the locked door cautiously, a poker from the fire in her hand, she called out, "Who is it? I am closed."

"Sofia! Please...I...I need a book! Please let me in!" He hadn't stopped banging the door and she opened it for him, recognising his voice and worried; the young man nearly bowled her over as he rushed inside before the door had even opened a crack. She could see he was shaking, hands trembling so badly that the first few books he picked up fell from his hands, medical books, "I need something for a fever, anything!" Devrim was desperate and it was frightening to see the usually happy boy in such a frenzy.

"Devrim..." Calling to him gently, she took his hands and squeezed them tight, "What is wrong? I can find you what you need but I need to know what has happened." It was then she realised he was crying and by the puffiness, had been for a while now.

"My baby brother...he is sick...was..." A sob tore itself from him, "He fell asleep and just...stopped! Now...she can not die...Sofia, please, help me!" He knew he was a mess, that he wasn't making much sense but if his mother died; it would kill his father to lose her...it would kill him too. "There has to be something in here – anything at all."

She forced him into a hug, knowing that the people who had this fever had all died, that there wasn't a book or doctor in the world that could save the woman, "Devrim...I have known you since you were a little boy and it pains me to tell you this..." He was shaking his head at her, not wanting to hear what he knew and instead wrapped his arms around the book keeper and wept on her shoulder.

Istanbul 1511

Yusuf and Ezio bid their goodbyes and headed toward a meeting they had arranged a day before with a spy inside the palace. "I had never met Sofia before, even though she was a constant name on my wife's and some of the boy's lips, Yasmina..." How could that name still stab at him so freshly? "She loved to read and Sofia never judged another woman for wanting to learn, when Devrim began learning to read she would take him to that bookshop and then all of our children after. Devrim never stopped going – even took my granddaughter a few times but she is barely old enough to stop drooling let alone read."

Ezio gave Yusuf one of his 'whaaat' looks, "Granddaughter? Is this Devrim's child? How big is your family?"

"My second son is a fast worker, married young and has given me two crying bundles of joy in the last few years – he gets it from me." They climbed a ladder up onto the roof and went about navigating around the guards, "Devrim will not be giving me any grandchildren, I figured that one out a long time ago – girls do not make him deviate from his work."

"And I thought this side of the world was stricter than everyone else." The Italian said as they hooked onto a line and sailed across a few houses, "Then again, I have not hugged a man in months, I am starting to miss Italy."

Yusuf laughed at the image, "I can hug you if you like but it is not a custom here...we are stricter though – assuming you get what I am talking about; the punishment would be a stoning. Though it would be over my dead body first."

"...Your son is lucky to have you."

Istanbul 1507

Devrim gave a pained gasp as he was shoved to the ground, stones dug into his knees and palms as he braced himself in the secluded garden, "Iram?" two wet digits were pushed into him and he fell to his forearms from the force, "Wait...ah! L-let me get used to it first!"

"I have wanted you for too long, do you not want to be together, Devrim?" His soon to be lover's voice asked harshly, sounding annoyed at his complaints as he quickly prepared him, "I thought you wanted this? We can not be a proper couple if you back out...this is to prove you really want me, evet?"

The younger man nodded into the dirt, forehead resting between his arms as he gritted his teeth against the ache he was feeling. Everything was hyper sensitive as he still recovered from his release only a moment ago, wouldn't Iram even wait until he was hard again? Then the fingers were gone and something much larger was pushing into him, "No...I...I am not ready! Iram!" His pleas went ignored as he was thrust into, his scream being muffled by a gloved hand as a fast, brutal pace began. It hurt. He knew it would but not this much and he had thought Iram would be gentle as he had always been. Where was his sweet and kind Iram?

Yusuf moved through the hideout quietly, he was the last one in and he knew that if he was noisy and woke the baby – he would be a dead man. He really should get his wife a proper home so she could cook and clean for him and not an entire assassin army. Looking in on his younger sons, he smirked as two of them had fallen on the floor at some point and cuddled up in the rug; idiots. His daughter would be tucked in with her mother and Devrim would be studying if the candle light under the door meant anything...or not." Putting his ear to the door, Yusuf frowned deeply, was his oldest crying? "Dev?" Opening the door and stepping in he sat beside his son, "Who did this to you?" Devrim sat with his knees drawn up to his chest, said knees bruised and bleeding, his arms also bruised and scraped, lifting his child's head he could see a bruise forming on his cheekbone, "Devrim?"

"I-I...I fell..." Wincing as his father removed a stone from one of his bloody knees, the sixteen year old wiped his face with his wrists, palms bloodied too.

That wasn't a fall, Yusuf had seen his son fall off things and knew he would never use his hands to break one. There were red marks along his neck that indicated Devrim hadn't been alone. "Was it Iram?" He watched a swollen bottom lip get sucked in between teeth, that was a yes then, "I knew I should have warned him off!"

"...Baba?" Devrim's silver eyes widened, wondering if he had misheard, "What...?"

"I am not blind, Dev! I know you prefer...not girls. You are discreet though and you know what would happen if anyone else found out. I can not say I am pleased about it but you are my son and I love you." His son lowered his eyes, a blush reddening his face as he tried to hide; was he ashamed? "Iram...he is selfish and he leads people on – he takes what he wants."

That made it all sound so dirty, "He did not take what I did not offer him...I am sorry, I wanted to be normal – I really tried to be! I did not want to embarrass our family because there is something wrong with me!" Feeling himself pulled into a one armed hug, Devrim first whined as his bruises were agitated and then buried his head into his father's robes, "I am sorry, if...if you want me to leave - "

"There is nothing wrong with you!" Yusuf snapped angrily, grabbing the boy's chin and forcing him to look at him, "We are fighting so that people can live freely, so that race and religion does not dictate them...that includes letting people love who they want regardless of...how weird it seems. I figured out what you liked long before even you knew...I knew you were hiding in corners with that bastard and I did not care because you seemed happy." Then he had heard the rumours about Iram and his habit of sleeping with someone and leaving them out to dry, he had wanted to tell the man to keep away from his son only to be afraid Devrim would think it was an ashamed father acting. "If he forced you to do something..."

"He was just rough...guess he was lost in the moment...first times are hard, right?"

"Not when the person three years older than you just wants an easy lay."

"He...he..." He wanted to say 'He loves me!' to deny what he knew his father was implying...that Iram just wanted to fuck him and nothing more. "I am so stupid...I thought he cared..." Devrim had not wanted to think about how the man had come, dressed and left him in the garden alone, it was glaringly obvious he had been used and he had let it happen.

Yusuf sighed deeply as he saw realisation hit his son, "Tomorrow I am going to beat him to within an inch of his life and you are going to make this up to me." Devrim was nodding his head vigorously, the need to please his father clear as day and Yusuf had to cuddle the boy once more, "Do not go with any guy just because he likes men too – I thought you were smarter than that."

Istanbul 1511

"It has been an experience, I do not always get things right and sometimes I think Devrim misunderstands my worry for him as disappointment." They were nearing the meeting point, Yusuf having been quiet for a long while, "He is my most skilled assassin, he studies hard, he takes care of his family and friends...he is everything I asked for when I wished for a son. And if he likes boys...then I hope he is happy."

Ezio smiled to himself as he listened, Yusuf was a good man and he wished he had known him sooner – like when he could get the bastard back for all the old man comments. "At least I only have two womanisers to watch – I would have heart attack watching your hundred kids."

Open Sea 1511

The older Auditore slipped into one of the lifeboats that Giovanni and Devrim liked to hang out in and sat opposite the Turk lazily, "You like honesty. I mean we all spend nights in the cabin together drinking, talking...I mean I do glare at you a lot but that is because I get jealous."

"Jealous?" Devrim looked up from the book he had been reading, originally only half listening but now he was attentive, "That I am spending time with your twin? I have younger twin brothers; I know how the whole 'this is my twin and we do everything together and if you get in the way I will put honey in your hair' works. Been there, done that, had the haircuts." In truth, Devrim had been waiting for this confrontation.

Matteo shrugged, "Twins do give each other space as they get older but I am not jealous of that." He moved as gracefully as a big cat, his fingers plucking the book from Devrim's hands and putting it aside as he practically crawled into the Turk's lap, "You always look at him, I know he gave you those scratches and I know you left those bites and bruises all over his body." His gold eyes watched as the other's adam's apple bobbed at his proximity, enjoying the widened eyes as his lips brushed against a dark cheek and then began whispering into his ear, "Did you fuck my little brother? Was he good? Did he mewl and beg under you?" Pulling away, Matteo's mouth hovered over the others, "Why do you not try me out instead? I can beg so prettily for you and I do not have all that emotional baggage. What say you, Devrim?"

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