Devrim found himself shoved face first into a wall, the rope forgotten around his neck but everything was hazy, making it easy for his attacker to pin him there and there was nothing he could do. A gloved hand twisted into his hair, pulling his head back at an awkward angle and a pair of lips were against his ear, "And you told me you liked to be choked..."

"Giovanni?" Devrim gasped out as he recognised the voice – What was he doing? Was this the youngest Auditore finally snapping or did he really take break ups this personally? "What are you doing?"

Giovanni nipped the man's ear, enjoying the sharp intake of breath before answering, "You did not give me a chance to speak to you...it kind of pissed me off."

"You were not really talking to anyone, so – agh! Seriously!" Hair pulling; he hated it with a passion. This was why he tied it back, to stop people grabbing it and pulling.

The Italian dug his elbow a little deeper into Devrim's back, "Stop talking! Just stop talking before I lose my courage." Devrim said nothing, apparently interested in what was to be said then even struggling – a relief to the Italian as the man was stronger than him and recovered quickly. "I went a little mad, I hardly knew what I was doing and thought that I simply needed a new half if Matteo was dead, that was you. I just thought that if I could keep you happy, make you want me by your side all the time...I would not be alone, I would not notice that half of me was in the ground. If it had not been for my brother all those years ago I do not think I would have ever tried to live again. I was frightened and I did all the wrong things. I am sorry."

"...You did not need to make me want you, Gigi, I was already by your side you just...it was like you were not even in your body – I was not going to let you debase yourself so that you could forget your pain for a little while...it broke my heart to push you away."

"And you did the right thing, like you always seem to do the right thing." He considered letting the man free from the wall but hesitated, "Do you forgive me? Are you going to stop being a twat and come back with me?"

Devrim laughed, "Says the needy bitch..." He tried to get one of his arms back, Giovanni grabbed his little finger and pulled it back a little until he stopped, "Cheater. I forgive you for being the biggest ass in a herd of ass'...I can not forgive you for what you did to Iram..."

"I...understand." Giovanni let him go and stepped away, watching as Devrim rolled his shoulders and neck from the aches, the man retied his hair and it looked like nothing out of the ordinary had happened, "I am not sorry I hurt him, he wronged you and then rubbed it in your face...men like him deserve everything they get."

The Turk half smiled, "Everyone makes it sound so much worse than it was – I was a dumb kid who thought he was in love and I let him take advantage of me, I never said 'no' and he never asked," He stepped closer and tapped the side of Giovanni's chin, "I will not forgive you for it because secretly, behind the horror and trying to stop you snapping his fingers – I was squealing like a girl who had just been given a pink pony and a prince to go with it." They looked at each other and for what felt like the first time in years; smiled at one another. "Hey...remember what I said about pulling my hair?"

"..." Giovanni opened his mouth as his mind tried to remember what had been said, his gold eyes widening as he was tackled against the wall. '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 vaguely remembered that threat, "Y-you would not dare...we need to get off the ship before we are too far out."

Devrim's smile turned devilish as he sealed their mouths together, his thoughts turning to how this was probably their best kiss yet and how he never wanted to see those dead gold eyes again. All he had to do was make sure Giovanni's family and friends stayed alive – thank god that list was short! Giovanni melted against him, arms winding around his neck as he opened his mouth to Devrim's inquisitive tongue, a pleased sigh escaping him and his entire body was pressed against the Turk's. Devrim liked how submissive his lover was, it was not the kind of resigned submission that was shown weeks ago but something that said, 'I am yours – for now.' "Gigi," the Italian hummed quietly as he rained kisses along the man's jaw and back to his mouth, almost like he was making up for lost time in kisses, "We have..." His hands drifted to the slighter man's waist, "Plenty of time." And pushed him over the small writing desk, both staring at the bomb as it wobbled from the force of Giovanni being bent over the furniture. "Is that...live?"

"Just a casing...I hope." The casing was thrown onto the bed in the corner, out of the way, just in case. "We do not have time, Devrim," Giovanni made to get up but a firm shove and an open palm pressing him down stopped him.

"We will make time," Gathering the other's hands and pinning them above the Italian's head by the wrists, Devrim ground himself against...wait, "How the hell did you get these leather monstrosities back?" Everything Giovanni had owned sunk with the ship, he had been borrowing Devrim's clothing and no where in Istanbul would sell these.

Pushing his backside against the Turk, Giovanni grinned at him from over his shoulder, "They are the only thing that were not destroyed on Matteo's person, I always thought they looked better on me." Devrim bit his lip as he stared at what was practically a second skin on the man, covering a fine arse and leaving little to the imagination, "You could...take them off if they offend you so." He shivered and remembered how easily Giovanni got him hot. He had to release the other's wrist to undo the ties on the side of the trousers, it wasn't that he hated them, they looked good on his Italian but they were such an annoyance to remove. Without his hands to keep Giovanni down, the man turned and pressed into him, hands wandering everywhere, groping the Turk's arse and rubbing their crotches together as Devrim fought with loosening the trousers enough to get them off. "You love the struggle, admit it~"

"You know what," Devrim said as he grabbed the man's shoulders and forced him to his knees, "I love it more when your mouth is too occupied to be smart." He watched Giovanni's face nuzzle against his groin, mouthing at the outline of his hard on like he knew what it would do to him. "F-fuck...I take back every time I have said you were not sexy." Giovanni rubbed him through his clothing, seeming to enjoy the throaty moans he was pulling from him, Devrim unlaced his trousers quickly, taking himself in hand he offered his length to the Italian, "I thought you wanted to be quick?"

Giovanni rolled his eyes, leaning forward to take the hard cock so close to his face, Devrim seemed to have different ideas though, "Wet your lips first...good, now make sure your teeth stay out of the way." Devrim pushed himself into the willing mouth, groaning appreciatively when Giovanni hummed his pleasure, the vibration making the Turk's toes curl, "D-do not need to teach you that one..."

Giovanni pulled back, "I am a quick study," He gave a broad lick from base to tip, his hand fondling Devrim's balls, a teasing finger rubbing just behind to make the man squirm and whine, his other hand stroked up and down the hard shaft as he spoke, "Just try not to come too soon." He sank down on Devrim until his nose was buried in fine, black hairs at the bas of his cock, moaning loudly as he did so, loving the way ten digits dug into his scalp when he swallowed around the head. Coming off with an audible pop, the Italian used the tip of his tongue to slide through the dribble of come threatening to spill over, "We really do not have time, how about you let me make you come in my mouth and we get off this boat, you can have me when we get back to dry land. I can swallow every last drop you give me, milk you dry so you can fuck me long and hard later...what do you think?" Devrim didn't answer verbally, instead he pulled Giovanni forward, wanting to watch those swollen lips wrap around him as he fucked the willing mouth. If he was feeling considerate he would let Giovanni untie his own laces and stroke himself, he wouldn't pull on brunette hair as he controlled the bobbing and depth that he was taken. But he wasn't feeling considerate with the liquid heat swallowing him so eagerly and moaning so prettily – he wanted to come deep in the Italian's mouth and feel his swallow his release down or...or he wanted to ruin that handsome face...

Devrim's knees nearly buckled as Giovanni's head made a little twist side to side with his bobbing, fuck, that would short out his brain for a good hour! He rocked his hips into the other's mouth, the sensation of his balls being fondled and the attention to his cock was quickly undoing him. Giovanni swatted the hands guiding his movements away, his mouth was next to be removed, stroking the rigid length with his right hand as he sucked hard between the root of Devrim's cock and his balls, giving them every bit of attention he had given the shaft, "...Lütfen ben neredeyse...Gigi!" The Italian straightened himself up, opening his mouth and extending his tongue, his hand never stopping as he brought Devrim over the edge. Silver eyes struggled to stay open and watch a pink tongue striped with white, it drew slowly back into Giovanni's mouth and he leaned forward to take the Turk's length once more. "...How...where did you learn to do that..." Devrim panted.

Giovanni laughed and stood up, dressing the Turk as if nothing had happened, "I read a lot of books. We need to get moving, I am not rowing all day to get on land and you owe me for that." He was so hard, the trousers tighter than was comfortable against his erection that it nearly hurt, "You will come back with me, right?"

Devrim nodded tiredly, he was content and wanted to curl up and sleep, he wanted to cuddle the other until those sad eyes went away, "...Of course...but no more crazy – at least for a few months."

Putting his hand over his heart, Giovanni's expression turned serious, "I, Giovanni Petruccio Auditore da Venezia, hereby swear not to have any form of mental breakdown...for at least a couple of weeks."

The older man tried to hide a smirk, failing miserably he burst out laughing, the offended look making him crack up more, "Sorry, but what you said and your raging hard on and the semen on your face do not go well together." He took hold of Giovanni's chin and turned his face to the left, leaning forward and licking the last of his release from the corner of the man's lips. "Ugh..."

The Italian nodded in agreement, "You taste horrible..."

"You are so romantic."

00

Sofia's Shop

Matteo heard two people tumble into his room, or the room, he'd been here so long it might as well be his, he heard Sofia scold whoever it was and tell them that they needed to quiet down. "Matteo, my dear friend, how are you?"

"Devrim...I thought you had..."

"Are you really using my own brother to cock block me?" Giovanni huffed irritably as he sat by his brother's side, the Turk kneeling beside him, head resting on a tense thigh and grinning like a fool, "You are..."

"Giovanni?" Matteo was surprised to hear his brother's voice again, disturbed that it had been a sexual reference and that Devrim's entire being screamed 'satisfied'. "You got your voice back? And apparently your boyfriend too...as much as I love you...I am really tired and the Dottore will be here shortly." He was pleased the two had made up but some days he wanted the world to go away.

A short man shuffled into the room, Sofia behind the old man carrying what appeared to be a large medical bag and a solemn look on her face. The doctor wasted no time in unwrapping the bandages around Matteo's left arm, a well practised movement that belied how often the man had done this.

Giovanni stood on his toes to peer over the man's shoulder, getting an eyeful he reeled backwards into Devrim, his hand covering his mouth as he inhaled deeply, "Gigi?" He shook his head and walked out of the room, his fingers entwining with Devrim's as he dragged him along. The older man looked at their joined hands and pursed his lips – that meant Giovanni was sad, didn't it? "Is the wound bad?"

"He...would have been better off losing it." His brother was so badly burned and his hand seemed mangled to the point it was unusable, adding that with his brother complaining he couldn't feel it made the younger twin feel ill. "It is not fair," Devrim pulled him into a hug and they stayed like that until shuffling came from the other room, they broke apart just as the two walked through. Giovanni made to pass Sofia and the doctor, the woman's hand resting on his arm made him pause, "I would like to see him."

Sofia blinked in surprise, this being the first time she had ever heard him speak, "He is asleep, Giovanni, let your brother rest." She smiled encouragingly at him, "If you see your father could you ask him to come?"

"Is something wrong?" Why would she want his father, "Is Matteo alright? Is something wrong with my brother?"

The little doctor fixed him with a stare and spoke up, "His fingers are moving and the salve is healing the skin nicely, he may lose feeling in that arm and maybe his grip will be faulty. There is an infection starting on his shoulder and his eyes are unresponsive – they are not going to get better. Your father wanted to be kept up to date. The boy is not going to die...perhaps it will serve as a warning not to play with those death spheres."

00

Gelata HQ

The two assassin's fell against Devrim's mattress, their breaths heavy as they recovered from orgasm. Devrim felt as if he was floating, it was his lucky day today. Giovanni was just more than relieved that his earlier arousal had been dealt with. "You are very spontaneous today. Ambushing me on a ship, sucking me to within an inch of my life and then this."

"I was horny, you left me with blue balls – that is not alright." He stretched out, a little more content, "though as much as I love our mutual masturbation...I was hoping for something a little more...filling."

"That is because it is the middle of the day and..." He counted to five and as he expected, his little sister's voice rung out, "My family like to monopolise me during the day, I need to look after Ece for a few hours," Kissing the man quickly, Devrim stood up and cleaned himself off, "You should rest, you look exhausted and I plan to keep you up most of the night"

Giovanni yawned after his lover left, following his example and cleaning up. He had missed Devrim's room; it was literally a tiny little space, three foot of floor from door to bed, The bed was large and surrounded by shelves. Each shelf filled to the brim with books, clothing, trinkets, some covered with curtains of brightly coloured silks – mostly teals and blues. It is what he imagined Aladdin's cave to be like. Curling up in the sheets, Giovanni sighed deeply, this being the first time in weeks his head was clear and he could think straight. No death or fear lingering over him, his only troubles were supporting his brother should his treatment fail and plucking up enough courage to speak to his father. Ezio seemed to flinch every time Giovanni hugged him or even smiled at him, like it wasn't his child, Giovanni wanted to change that too.

His fingers drifted over his scar, flashes of memory still there on the edges of his vision and they would probably always be there. He could not dwell on the past any more, he was too old to hide behind his twin and it was too draining to keep building walls.

At some point he had closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep, making him confused and groggy when he opened them again – the sound of raised voices causing him to get up quickly and step out of the room. This part of the building housed Yusuf's family, that meant it could only be a family fight. And from the sounds of it...Mentor Yusuf and...Devrim? It was strange to hear them actually yelling at one another. "How could you agree to such a thing?"

"You were going away, Dev! After the incident Giovanni caused I have to agree to something just to smooth things over – it is for two weeks, he will stay on the other side of the hide out and you two are to keep away from one another." Giovanni winced at his name, the man still had possession of his weapons because of the Italian's outburst. "Iram is staying whilst our brothers set up their defences, he is no use to them with a broken arm and he is in the way."

"Have I caused a problem?" Giovanni cut in and made his presence known, "Can I not apologise to the other Mentor? Does Iram have to come here?"

Ezio then threw in his thoughts, he wanted some peace so that he could study the golden disc he had found more thoroughly, "An apology will not cut it – just stay away from that man. Devrim is a grown man, if he has a grievance I am sure he can cope with it himself."

"...Ezio...it is not that simple." Yusuf grabbed both boys by their collars and pulled them either side of him, "If Iram so much as glances at either of these idiots a fight is likely to happen." All he had tried to do was convince Devrim to take Giovanni to a different hideout for a few weeks, they could lay low and no tension would arise between his brotherhood and the one across the water. And Ezio still did not understand why Giovanni also had to go – because he was denser than a cannonball! "Just look at these two and tell me you get it...for my sanity."

He looked at his son, who was yawning slightly, the borrowed top from the young Turk making him look smaller than he was, a host of bright bruises ran up and down his neck and shoulder and most likely continued under the cream material – he looked more relaxed than he had in days. He must have found one of the girl assassins to work his stress out with. As for Devrim, the tension of the past week or so was gone, no evidence of it in the youth's face or body...the skin visible on him was also covered in bites and various marks – what was he supposed to be seeing other than two young men getting the sex that he wasn't? "Uh...they are friends again so they will gang up on Iram?"

Giovanni watched as Yusuf physically gave up, he would not outright blurt the truth of his relationship with Devrim but the man must have thought the only way to get Ezio to let his son out of his sight was if he understood. If that bastard was coming to Gelata then Giovanni wanted him and Devrim to be as far away as possible...he also had to clear things up with his father – Everything. "Papa, I...Devrim and I...we...I never really told you that I prefer...prefer...you know how Leonardo liked...and...and..." His voice died in his throat as his father seemed more and more confused the more his son spoke. He looked over at Devrim and froze again. What if Leonardo was wrong and Ezio was angry at him? Though if his father was going to disown him it might as well be now, right? "I...am...having...uh...What I mean to say is...oh fuck it!"

Giovanni grabbed Devrim by the front of his top and yanked him forward, their mouths crashing together with an awkward chink of teeth, the Italian's eyes were squeezed so tightly shut it hurt and after a few second he pushed Devrim away and stared down at the floor – red as a tomato. "Yeah...that." He didn't dare look up, not even when he heard a dark chuckle emanating from the man.

"Oooh, that." Ezio said with great amusement, "I already knew. Ever since you had that crush on the stable hand – I was the one who asked Leo to talk to you."

Yusuf, Devrim and Giovanni stared at the man open mouthed, "You knew?"

"Of course I did. I just enjoyed winding you up."

(Short, pointless, my attempt at humour. I need to get back on plot.)