Silver and Gold Chapter 9, an assassin's creed fanfic

Open Sea one day from port 1511

It was a better day for Devrim, his body seeming to have lost most of its lucidness, he wasn't going to be running across the rooftops any time soon but he could move around the room by himself and even though his stomach hurt like a bitch it felt more like overworked muscles. The door to the cabin opened and Devrim smiled at the man as he entered, "Did you sleep well?"

"You do realise I am not Vanni, right?" Matteo didn't think there was any sane reason for Devrim to be speaking to him other than mistaken identity. "Should you be walking around?"

The Turk rolled his eyes at him and leaned against the beam in the room, "I know who you are and if I stay in that bed any longer I will lose all feeling in my backside...seriously, Matteo, where are you sleeping? Come back to this room before I have to strangle your brother."

Matteo started at that, "You are not fighting because of me are you? I do not fancy you, at all, stubble, lack of breasts and a penis really do not get me going – I was not actually flirting with you in any serious sense..." He gave a slight, childish pout, "I like vagina...like REALLY like vagina. It is practically my life. Kill a Templar, get vagina, complete an information mission, get vagina, do well in training – get vagina paid for by Padre. Why the fuck are you laughing?"

Devrim was laughing so hard it actually hurt quite badly, he was hunched over with his hands on his knees as he nearly howled in hysterics, "N-nothing...just..." he was trying to stop, really he was but the adorable petulant look on Matteo's face was funny and his insistence on his sexuality to the point he had said vagina five times in less than ten seconds, "Eğer komiksin! Really funny...I am dying..." Actually that may have been true.

"You are making fun of me!" Matteo saw Devrim nodding in agreement and really wasn't sure what to make of it – he was being laughed at. He stood there and crossed his arms until the laughing subsided into chuckles and then the occasional snort as Devrim wiped his eyes before straightening up. "Finished?"

"Evet..." A snicker escaped him as he said it but he pressed his lips together to contain himself, "Ahem, so...we have established that you like..." a cough, "Women. I am glad I did not break your heart by refusing your fake advances." But he couldn't waste time laughing at the other, "We are not fighting, simply put; he does not like me taking your side – though I honestly see no sides. I just want all this misunderstanding put behind us, I am a jerk, you are an idiot and your brother is stubborn; mistakes happened. I forgive you and you forgive me for the shaky start with Giovanni. All three of us have established that that I am happy having sex with your brother, he is happy I am having sex with him and you think it is really strange but are happy that at least I love your brother while I am having sex with him."

"You are so straight forward..." Matteo didn't want to hear the word sex and Giovanni in the same sentence, it was one thing knowing his twin was attracted to men but a completely different thing to hear about it and see the looks. "Do you love him? It seems too soon to claim something like that." Devrim seemed confused if the wrinkle between his eyebrows was anything to go by, "Amore...I think your word is...um...Sevmek?"

The Turk nodded slightly, "I see." Perhaps the word he used was to strong at this point in their new relationship, "My feelings do not run that deep yet...I want him to be happy and I am sad when he is sad...Adoration seems a better word for my feelings – is that acceptable?"

Venice 1498

Ezio was at a loss. Stood silently, staring at a grave as some priest gave last rites to the mother of his children felt surreal. His friends were there of course, his uncle Mario, sister and his mother, who had recovered well over the years, were stood with him. He had failed to protect his family again – from a simple group of thugs. Would he have felt better if it had been a Templar attack to take Carlotta and destroy two little boys world's? "She will come back, right, Nonna?" His guts twisted at the question; Matteo had asked it again and again in hopes that someone would tell him she would...he just did not understand or refused.

"Ezio," his uncle placed a hand on his shoulder and nodded toward a waiting carriage, "Let me take the twins to Monteriggioni with your mother and sister, they will be safer than you bringing them next week...I think you could do with a break too." That sounded good. For him and the boys, they needed to get away from Venice and the smell of death that clung to the city like fog.

Heaving a sigh, the assassin squeezed the little hand in his and walked with Matteo to the carriage, first helping his mother in and then placing the boy on her lap, "You be good for Nonna, do what she says and I will see you very soon." Matteo nodded compliantly and practically nuzzled into his father's hand as he stroked his cheek fondly, "Good boy."

Leonardo was stood behind him with Giovanni in his arms. This would be a little harder; the boy came out of his waking coma four days ago, latching onto the artist who had come to visit and not letting go. He cried and fought whenever Leonardo tried to leave, resulting in the blonde taking full care f the child after explaining that it would be better, just until the shock wore down and the risk of Giovanni opening his wound was gone.

Leonardo could not think of a moment in the past four days he had not been touching the child in some way. Giovanni sat in his lap when they ate, he curled into Leonardo when they slept...when he could sleep, they bathed together, when the man was working then he would sit in his lap or by his feet holding onto his leg. "He has not said a word...it is like he is not even in there...just stares off into the distance. Even when he has nightmares he just cries." The blonde rubbed his chin against the top of Giovanni's head and felt little arms hold a little tighter around his neck, "I tried everything, Ezio."

"I know, amico, thank you for trying...what did your friend say?"

"Said he was insane, that it was a matter of time before he cracked and lost all rational thought – we are no longer friends." Leonardo practically spat the words out, still fuming about the fight he had had with one of his associates, "It is not true! He needs a little time, imagine what he saw them do to her; he will be alright...your mother came through it."

Ezio looked at his mother as she gently fussed over Matteo, she had been just as unresponsive and even though there was a piece of her missing, a gap his father and brothers left, she was healthy again. "You are right. Leo." The other man gave him a look that said, 'of course I am, I am Leonardo god damn Da Vinci'. "Ready?"

"Not at all." Heaving a sigh, Leonardo pulled the child from him and the second Ezio's hands were on the boy to take him away Giovanni let out a whine, hands digging into the artist's clothing. "Gio, let go, caro, you need to go with Papa..." that was when the real crying began and the blonde felt terrible as he worked fingers loose from his collar, "You can not stay with me, I am going away and you will love Monteriggioni – it will be like having your own castle! It is going to be exciting and - " During the struggle, Giovanni had gotten hold of a handful of hair, little boy knew how to stop them in their tracks.

Mario joined them and gently began untangling hair from fingers, "Think about Matteo, he will be lonely if you do not come and you are big enough to ride all on your own, I have a horse that will fit you just right." Usually the large mercenary would not stoop to bribing a child but he understood how fragile his great nephew was, "Your grandmother has missed spending time with you too." Leonardo pulled his head back whilst the bigger man distracted the child, "Do you not want to go with your Papa?"

"No!"

All three froze, that was the first thing Giovanni had said in days, "Gio, please go with Papa." Leonardo implored him, finally managing to get him half way into Ezio's arms.

"No!" Struggling in earnest, Giovanni began to sob loudly, reaching for the artist with everything he had, "I want to stay with you!" Leonardo tried to quiet him, worried about how strained his voice sounded and how it cut out and squeaked the louder he yelled, "I do not want to go with him!"

"Gio..." Ezio let go of him and watched as he clung to Leonardo, "He is bleeding," the assassin reached for the reddening bandage around his son's neck only to have it smacked away and a pair of wild, golden eyes pin him with a glare, "...Gio?"

"No."

Open Sea 1511

"Hey," Giovanni's head turned with the light pressure of Devrim's hand on his cheek, "You look so sad, what is wrong?" He allowed the Turk to place light kisses on his mouth until he felt a smile forming.

He had thought Devrim was sleeping when he laid down beside him on the small bed and let his mind drift, "I had an epiphany the other day, when I was threatening my brother, I could not believe the amount of rage in me, it was like I could have torn him apart and it got me thinking." The Italian propped himself up on his elbow, "I was horrible to my father, I went from an impossible child, to a teenager that hardly said two words to him, then to a man who was indifferent whether his father was in one country or another and he did not deserve that..."

"You remembered?" Devrim asked in surprise, "So you know what happened to those men, I guess you always knew but to see - "

"I want to talk to him about it first." He interrupted, finger pushing against the man's lips to quiet him, "We arrive in the morning, I am looking forward to seeing your country and seeing how your brotherhood works – but you know what I am really looking forward to?"

"No – oh!" a hand snuck into his trousers and an eager set of teeth nibbled along his ear, "I guess I am strong enough now to do this, that is if your hand around my cock means what I think it does."

"Well, it does not mean I want to play chess."

"But I like chess!"

Giovanni stared down at him with an unimpressed look, "...Devrim. I am trying to be sexy, I had a strip tease all planned out and you are not helping." Devrim grinned boyishly at him, sealing their mouths together as he reversed their positions. Dipping his tongue into Giovanni's mouth, he sighed happily at the familiar taste, the familiar feel of another tongue sliding against his own and suddenly he was so glad to be alive. He pulled away and the Italian followed his lips with his own, pressing their lips together twice more until Devrim was too far away for him to reach, "What are you doing?" Instead of answering the other, Devrim removed Giovanni's trousers in one smooth movement – delighted his body was no longer rebelling against him.

A warmth enveloped the head of his semi erect length, teasing him a little at first before Devrim pulled his mouth away, his tongue giving a broad swipe at the sensitive head before moving to lave the entire length with the wicked muscle. Sucking at the skin between the root and Giovanni's balls, the Turk sent a smug look up at his partner, tongue now teasing and pressing against the prominent vein under the other's cock, "I told you I would teach you a few tricks and you are the most delicious thing I have had in days." It was a slightly backhanded compliment as he had been eating that nasty soup morning, noon and night, "We do not have much time alone tonight, so do not worry if you miss anything." Sinking down upon the other, scraping his teeth along the way just to feel the other tense, tanned fingers slipped into his inky hair, unconsciously giving Devrim a firm push until he'd taken him to the hilt. Gagging for a second and pulling back an inch, the older man adjusted his angle until he could take the entire length comfortably. He wasn't so lucky to have no gag reflex so this was a little harder than the Auditore would have found it.

Giovanni panted into the pillows, too wrapped up in his own pleasure to notice a finger rubbing against his entrance and when he did it was already inside him pressing against his prostate. "Ah! Devrim...come on, I will not break..."

"Is your entire family this impatient?" Pushing a second finger in alongside the first, Devrim watched Giovanni arch gracefully and twist his head a little further into the pillow as if trying to muffle his moan, "I want to see your face, Gigi."

"Do not call me tha – aaa – t!" Another finger stretched him and at the same time a warm, wet mouth wrapped around his length again, the pleasure far outweighing the uncomfortable feel of being worked loose by slick fingers – when had he even gotten the jar of oil from under the bed? The Italian shivered at the dual sensations, hips rocking on instinct to get more, "I do not want to wait; I am ready, Devrim." When it seemed Devrim hadn't heard or was ignoring him Giovanni wound the Turk's hair into his fist and gave a sharp yank up.

The older assassin hissed in a breath, his own hand reaching up and digging its thumb into Giovanni's wrist until the pressure point forced his hair to be freed. He crawled up his lover's body, tearing the man's shirt as he went, buttons popping off in all directions and harsh bites rained down on tan skin, "Do you want me to be rough, Gio?" Devrim growled into his ear, nipping almost painfully, "Because if you pull my hair again I will turn you over and fuck you so hard you will be unable to sit down for a week." He was interested in the look of sweet agony of Giovanni's face, purely from his voice, that he was too late in noticing legs curling around his waist and flipping them.

"I hope that is a promise, caro, maybe when you are fully healed?" Finding the jar of oil on the bedside, Giovanni snatched it up, a smug smile forming as he realised how cold it felt and slathered it rather mercilessly up and down Devrim's shaft. The man below him jumped and an indignant little sound escaped him – sounding strangely like 'see if I warm it up for you next time'. "Do not be such a baby~" Taking hold of Devrim, Giovanni carefully positioned himself and lowered onto the throbbing length pressed against his stretched hole. Breathing out in a whoosh of breath as the head opened him, "I am fine." His gold eyes shut at the discomfort, his bottom lip was pulling into his mouth as he chewed on it as a distraction.

Devrim's hands didn't hesitate even with the Italian's claim, firmly taking hold of his lover's hips and stopping his advance, "Get used to it, when it stops being painful; continue." Easy enough to say but he wanted the man to sit down and ride him, he was still deliciously tight like the first time, the only difference being that the Italian was less nervous and relaxing his muscles on near instinct as he took more of him in until they were flush against each other, "Gigi?"

The brunette nodded quietly, "So deep...fuck, I can feel every inch of you." He clenched around the intrusion, shivering delightedly at the feel and hitched breath of his partner, a crooked little grin appearing as he did it again, "I like it up here."

"You are such a child," Giovanni huffed at him, Devrim couldn't help teasing him, he was too cute sometimes and the Turk just had to tell him, even if it irritated the man. Other times – like now – the Auditore stopped being cute and turned into every wet dream Devrim had ever had. Giovanni sat up straight, his thighs tensing as he lifted his body up and then relaxed as he let his body carefully slide back down causing them both to sigh or groan. He did it again, more confident this time as he repeated the motion and Devrim's eyes were drawn to the lean body partially covered by the torn shirt, he found it sexier than if Giovanni was naked – those curious glimpses of tanned skin. A flash of muscles working under his stomach, a dusky nipple peeking from the silk material as it began to slip over a bite marked shoulder. If Giovanni was turned on by his voice than he had to admit he was turned on by watching this man just moving. His hips thrust up against the younger man as he was coming down, one of those silent cries contorting his face into a mask of pleasure, slits of gold barely seen through a shield of eyelashes.

Matteo left one of his lady friend's cabin, feeling better for the bath and succour of the occupant. It was nice to have slept in a bed for a little while instead of outside the cabin door waiting and waiting for Giovanni to forgive him – he heard Devrim blackmailing his brother earlier and had permission to sleep in the room again. Giovanni hadn't said a single word to him in days and that had never happened before, a day was the longest – even when Giovanni had stopped talking when they were little he still stayed by Matteo's side. He wouldn't look at him, wouldn't speak to him or even acknowledge that Matteo was there and it hurt. Really hurt.

He was beginning to break apart inside at the thought of his twin rejecting him. With a massive sigh, he walked into the shared room and froze on the spot, his eyes nearly falling out of their sockets. He turned around and sat outside the door, hands over his eyes as if he'd been blinded. "Mio Dio, my brother is fucking another man...I saw it...I can not un-see that!"

Giovanni paused in his movements, head turning slightly to gaze at the door, "I thought..."

"It was nothing," Devrim supplied quickly and rocked his hips upwards hard enough to make his injuries hurt. Anything to distract him from figuring out his brother had just gotten an eyeful. "The bed creaking – I do not care; move!"

The Italian gasped as Devrim thrust into him, forgetting his rational thoughts as he thought about what he should be thinking about. His hands found purchase on the other's raised knees, using them to balance as he tried to find his prostate, their hips making a satisfying slap as skin hit skin. One of Devrim's hands left his hip and curled around his cock, stroking it with every downward thrust, everything intensified with a tiny shift of their bodies, Giovanni throwing his head back in rapture as he felt the familiar jolt of his sweet spot being brushed.

He wanted to watch the Italian ride him all night, wanted to watch his cock being swallowed greedily by Giovanni's tight little hole and he wanted to watch the man gasp and pant his name. But he needed more than this; it wasn't fast enough, wasn't hard enough. Sitting up, Devrim buried himself into the inviting heat of his lover and pushed forward with his body until Giovanni was on his back, legs still gripping Devrim's waist, moaning wantonly as the shift rubbed against his prostate. "What about your injury?"

"Do not care. You feel amazing…better than anyone else I have been with." Devrim pulled out a little and thrust back in jerkily, discomfort shooting through his abused muscles but not enough to make him ever stop. "Hot, tight…you should see the way this greedy little hole grips my cock as I pull out and..." he pulled a little further out this time, "How eagerly it swallows me up again." The Turk's thrust was accentuated with a harsh cry being ripped from Giovanni's throat, "I want to make you scream and moan for me, whether it is silent or - " He lifted the tanned leg over his shoulder and revelled in the loud, desperate, near scream that came from the other, "Loud." It was a little hit and miss but he had just about figured out when Giovanni's voice would work and when it would fail – one day he was going to make the other hoarse from yelling.

Giovanni let himself drop onto the mattress and groaned as his prostate was brushed again, his head digging into it, his hips beginning to rock up against Devrim's as the thrusts became faster and more forceful. Moaning loudly again and clenching around the intruding organ – loving how Devrim pistoned into him a little harder and loving the shots of fire it sent hurtling through his body. He could feel that heavy cock rubbing his insides, the burn of being pulled tight over the same cock and the constant attention to his prostate, he couldn't think – could hardly breathe.

Devrim smirked in a smug kind of satisfaction Giovanni was getting so swept up, his head was thrashing from side to side, hair worked loose from the red tie that had held it, His hands were clawing at the the assassin's hips to bring him closer and those beautifully lewd sounds were sinful. The sweat slicking their bodies stung the scratches they were gradually giving each other in the desperate attempt to hold on to something – anything! Devrim let out a strangled groan as he stiffened first, biting into his lover's thigh as his body locked and he thrust as deep as he could. He forced his silver eyes open so he could watch the man beneath him come hard into his hand, some of it spattering across his stomach and chest.

The three assassin's finished dressing themselves, making sure their weapons and supplies were ready and their hoods in place before packing their belongings. They would be arriving soon, the ship a quarter of a mile from the docks, everything was ready. "Have you got your papers?" Giovanni asked as he plaited his hair quickly – so used to leaving it loose these last few months – flipping his hood back up after he'd done and grabbing his boot dagger.

"I will wait until the ship is anchored and people are actually getting off, I do not want to be pick pocketed in a crowd of passengers."

"You forgot your mask." Matteo said, feeling a little awkward after seeing them together the night before, "How do you see out of this thing?"

"Very easily, put it on and see for yourself – see?"

Matteo tied it behind his head and looked around the room, surprised at his obscured vision and how easily it rested on top of his head under his hood, "So that is where you put it when you are done." Devrim opened his mouth to warn the Italian that the mask slipped often but it rolled down and hit Matteo's nose. "Ah! Cazzo!"

"The cause of many bruised, assassin noses." The Turk chuckled, "I am going up on deck for a while."

Giovanni followed behind him closely, "I will go with you." The door was opened and before either man could step out a small ball rolled into the room with a 'tink', stopping at Matteo's boot. The older Auditore leant down and picked it up, throwing it in the air and catching it like a toy, "What is that?" Giovanni asked.

Throwing his lover behind him, Devrim shouted at Matteo, "Put it down! It is a - !"

Devrim pulled Giovanni through the sea water as he swam toward dry land, the explosion having stunned the Italian and made him too disorientated to swim by himself for the moment. He wasn't much better himself and he could feel the urge to close his eyes for a moment begin to overtake him, he needed to get Giovanni out of the water first and then he could rest a minute. He was sinking in the cool, clear waters, not even aware of when he'd stopped paddling until water rushed into his mouth. Struggling to keep hold of Giovanni and get above the surface, Devrim barely noticed when something dragged them both up and the wooden walkways came closer and closer. "Yusuf! Take him!" The Turk fought to hold onto his lover as he was pulled up and away, "Here, make sure he stays awake." And then he was being pulled up by unfamiliar hands out of the water, his saviour climbing out straight after him, "You really do look like your father." Devrim's eyes focussed for just a second and he vaguely realised that Giovanni had aged thirty years, grown a beard, got a scar on his lip and changed his outfit – how nice.

"Is he alright?" Yusuf rushed over to his barely conscious child and clapped Ezio on the back, "How did you spot them so far out? Ah, look at him! He must have been pretty close to the blast to be this confused – Devrim, oi, Devrim, come on, wake up for me."

When Devrim opened his eyes, he first noticed a familiar, female assassin staring down at him, a relieved look on her face as she helped him sit up, telling him to close his eyes to fend off the dizziness threatening to make him ill. The second thing he notice was yelling, shrill, panicked yelling that cut in and out of being heard, at first he thought his hearing was going in and out but as he looked around the walkway he realised Giovanni was being held back by a man in soaking wet, white robes. The man's voice the most strained Devrim had heard it, "Fuck...Help me up before that idiot falls in!"

"I do not think Mentor Ezio would let that happen," She said to him. Mentor Ezio? That was Giovanni's father then? Devrim had only ever glimpsed Ezio once and had not recognised him, "The little Italian's brother is still in the water, we have a few men looking but it was a big bang." The Turk nodded in agreement, he leaned heavily on her as his vision swam, waiting only until it cleared enough for him to walk straight before heading to Giovanni.

"Matteo! Let me go! Matteo!" Giovanni fought against the arms around his middle and tried to forcibly drag himself to the end of the walkway, "Matteo!" Where was he? He should be here by now, he was an excellent swimmer, he should have been right behind them! Another pair of arms were around him and someone was speaking into his ear.

"Giovanni, you are hurt! If you go back into the water you will drown for certain!" Devrim was holding him back with the help of Ezio, both trying to restrain without hurting him, "Please calm down, if he is alive we will find him."

Giovanni managed to tear away from the Turk and his father, staring at him open mouthed, "If? IF? How can you say that!" He felt his father pull him into a tight embrace, trapping the young man's hands against his chest and squeezing him.

"Your brother is just fashionably late. Stop fighting, you have half the ship embedding into your skull and you are doing your mime act again." When he said the words 'mime act', Ezio felt one of his son's hands wriggle free and inspect the scar on his neck – only then realising his voice had been lost during his rant at Devrim, he stilled in defeat, "Have a little faith in Matteo."

Devrim sat on the walkway heavily, his mind reeling still from the explosion, only a little more used to it than the twins were. Someone crouched down beside him and when he looked he had to smile at least a little, "Baba," He threw his arms around the man's neck and hugged him as hard as he could, "I told you not to throw me a party."

"I thought fireworks on a boat would be interesting." Yusuf replied easily as he held his son close to him, getting soaked in the process. "Where is the other Auditore?"

Devrim shook his head at the man, "A bomb was thrown into our cabin, time delayed by a fuse and that idiot picked it up..." The image of Matteo bending down to swipe the object refused to budge from his mind's eye, "He did not know what it was – I should have done something!"

Yusuf patted the man's back sympathetically and stood up to glance at his friend, Ezio looked grim, had he heard what Devrim had said? Did he understand them enough to put one and one together? He opened his mouth to say something, anything really, when another explosion went off on the sinking ship, this one more spectacular than the first as its gunpowder cargo went off in the fires. His grey eyes watched as the young man broke free from his father and once more tried to dive into the water, didn't he realise that even if his brother hadn't been blown to pieces with the grenade that he would surely be dead after that. "Giovanni...please come with me...we can not stay here." Guards would be swarming the docks at any moment and the multitude of assassins come to investigate or help should be making their escapes now.

"But...what about Matteo?" He knew it sounded like a pathetic whine, even Ezio looked miserable at the sound as he held his hand out for his youngest, "He will not know where to meet us..."

"Gigi, if...when," he corrected himself to avoid another outburst, "Matteo gets ashore, he will find you – the guards will execute us on the spot if we stay any longer." Devrim struggled to stand, his father moved to support him but Giovanni beat him to it, not noticing the look passing from Yusuf to Devrim. They started away from the scene; Yusuf ahead of them encase of an attack, the younger assassins behind him following as quickly as their injured states allowed them and Ezio at the rear.

Giovanni glanced over his shoulder, his father hadn't moved yet, he was searching the water, eyes straining as he used his heightened senses. His right hand was clenched in a fist; the same hand he had extended to Giovanni, asking him to follow, that he had unintentionally ignored to help his lover. He shuffled to a stop, apologising as he nearly toppled Devrim, "Papa?" Reaching out his hand, Giovanni waited for his father to stop staring at him like he'd grown an extra head and follow.

(Matteo saw gay sex and then he died.)