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This chapter see's the beginning of Altair crashing and Desmond not being able to anything to help him.

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"Come on Altair. Bring it all up." Desmond encouraged his twin.

Currently, the two were hanging over the side of the toilet, one heaving his guts up, the other rubbing his hands in circles on his back.

Desmond felt himself being cast back a good few years ago when this was happening to Altair on a regular basis. He barely ate, drank and took a veritable concoction of different drugs. The sickly pallor and the clammy sweaty skin told Desmond that his brother had indeed taken something tonight.

"What the fuck did you do Altair?"

Said male finally gave out. He had nothing left to throw up and as a result, flopped almost boneless onto the bathroom floor. His head was spinning, body shaking and shivering even though he wasn't cold. His face throbbed painfully as the bruising over his left eye caused it to swell shut. His lip was still gushing blood. Who would have thought that such an old, well healed over scar could be pummelled back open so easily? His nose which was broken had been painfully reset by Desmond when he had finally staggered back to his house beaten, bloody, drunk and high.

Desmond stared at the carbon copy of himself slumped on the tiled floor. He knew Altair couldn't do this again, not after coming so far. He had to try and nip this in the bud but, unfortunately, Altair was stubborn and would do whatever he pleased without thinking about the consequences for himself and those around him.

He had never dealt with a broken hearted Altair but Desmond knew that his twin was going to crash.

"Damn that bastard."

"Don't you fucking talk about him!" Altair croaked out, trying to shout but failing.

Desmond shook his head as a kind of apology before reaching up to the sink and grabbing the cold cloth had had sat there. Running it over Altair's clammy face, he choked back a small cry when the slightly older male started sniffing and rubbing at his nose again.

He had to ask the question even though he already knew the answer.

"What did you take Altair?"

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Altair glared slightly at the two brothers seated infront of him. The younger, Ezio was a real handful, he talked incessantly and at great length about everything mundane and boring. Frederico on the other hand, he just sat back in the worn bar couches feigning boredom as his eyes scanned and observed everything going on around him.

Altair listened, trying to stay awake as Ezio prattled on about his latest squeeze, an art student simply referred to as Leo. He also spoke in great detail about the 'sexy as fuck' roommate he stayed with, Rosa.

"I know her." Altair immediately piped up. True enough, Altair had known Rosa all his life practically.

"Seriously, what I wouldn't give to have that sweet ass in my bed. Bad luck though as Leo believes in monogamy….nearly punched my lights out when I suggested the three of us."

Altair glared at the younger Auditore as he flippantly disregarded Leo's feelings and openly talked luridly about Rosa and the things he would like to do to her.

Frederico, on sensing Altair's impending snapping, ushered Ezio towards the bar while slapping a few notes into his palm.

The older Auditore sat back down and lightly took Altair's hands in his own, turning them palm up as he scrutinized them. On turning Altair's calloused hands back round, he placed a small kiss on each knuckle before addressing the now pissed off male.

"How much do you want Altair?"

"How much have you got?"

"Touché…..I had forgotten how quick witted you are."

Both males regarded each other for a few seconds until Frederico reached into his jacket pocket and slowly pulled out a small bag with a white powder in it.

"Seriously?"

"You have been clean for some time my friend. Lets not fly before we can walk eh?"

"I'm not…." "Shut up, roll up your sleeve."

Altair hesitated at the request before pushing left sleeve of his hoodie up and placed his bare arm palm up on the table.

"Yes, lets not fly before we can crawl infact. Your skin looks so new and soft, lets not ruin it just yet."

True enough, he had been out of the game for a good few years and any tell tale signs of his previous lifestyle, the bruises, holes and at times infections on his arms were long gone.

"Tell me Altair? Why are you here? I thought you were living it up in the lap of luxury?" Frederico questioned nonchalantly as he began cutting the powder into three lines.

Altair shook his head slightly before staring in a whisper, "I walked out on him."

"Who? Oh! The lawyer?"

"He has a name you know. He….well….things happened and I walked out."

Frederico looked at Altair somewhat sadly. He had truly fallen in love with the dark skinned Malik and had thrown everything about his past aside to embrace his future with the slightly older man.

"He cheated on you?"

"H-how did?"

"I'm just that good remember?"

Altair stared at the powder as Frederico's expert hands tidied it up into it's three meticulously perfect lines. Frederico was good, the two of them had slept together on more than one occasion and, although it now shamed Altair, back then he fucking loved it.

"Okay Altair, ladies first." Frederico gestured at the lines as he handed Altair the small straw like filter from inside the same jacket pocket.

"Hmmm, Ezio isn't here. Take it I go in his stead then?"

"Always been such a dick Altair."

"You love it." Altair smirked as he took a deep breath, hesitated over his line slightly before inhaling deeply, the cocaine sweeping up his nose and into his senses.

Snapping his watering eyes shut and pinching his nose tightly, Altair listened as Frederico took his line just as Ezio returned to the table, hands full of iced Vodka's.

He watched through blurring vision as Ezio took a large swig of the clear alcohol before he too took his line.

All three males sat quietly for a couple of minutes before Altair picked back up, his head pleasantly spinning as he grabbed the nearest drink and drank greedily from it.

His pulse raced as the night wore on. More drinks were consumed and it was then that Ezio decided to go dancing.

Altair was yanked easily to his feet as Ezio pulled himself and Frederico from the smoky bar and into the cool evening.

Flirting his way into the club was an easy task for the suave Ezio and Altair had to admire his obvious skills with both men and women. No wonder Leo didn't seem to trust the gorgeous male.

Ezio took off to the dance floor, his body swaying and moving in exaggerated movements. That left Frederico and Altair standing just off of the crowded dance floor.

"So, what do you say we take a spin out there Altair?"

"Fuck no! I can't dance." Altair hissed out scandalised by the suggestion.

Frederico lightly ghosted his hands over Altair's hips as he looked him up and down.

"Look at those legs, how can they not dance?" He whispered into Altair's ear as he pressed his sweating body against his.

Altair pulled away slightly and looked into those deep amber eyes which stared straight back into his own sunrise yellow orbs.

He just and no more registered Frederico moving closer to him, brushing their lips together. As Altair touched Frederico's bottom lip with his tongue, he felt the other male's sneak out and just like that, it was gone, leaving a small pill resting on the tip of his tongue. Drawing it into his mouth, he glared as best he could at the brunette.

"What? You think me above such tricks Altair? Now, lets have some fun shall we?" He chirped out while grabbing Altair and pulling him onto the dance floor.

His head was spinning as Frederico ground his body against his own. He was sweating and felt dizzy and barely even noticed Frederico guiding them towards a more secluded area of the club.

Their lips didn't even touch as their tongues danced together and their bodies crushed together. Altair barely even felt long dextrous fingers glide up and down his covered erection. His drug addled brain couldn't quite fathom what was happening to him as those same fingers dove below the waistband of both his well worn jeans and his boxers to toy with the solid flesh underneath. His breath came faster and faster, his vision thundered from red to gold to blue and back again as his head spun and sweat poured down his face.

"A-ah fuck!" He grated out in the other male's ear as those fingers tightened round the base of his flesh, effectively stopping him from coming.

A name was on the tip of his tongue. A name he yearned to call out but the closer he got to coming, the foggier and fuzzier his mind became.

Reaching up, he violently pulled the other male flush against him as he plundered Frederico's mouth with his own tongue, ignoring the disjointed feeling that this wasn't the man he was meant to be kissing.

Frederico's hand left his rock solid flesh as he pushed himself against Altair's slightly bulkier frame and rutted up against him like an animal, pulling them to a messy climax infront of all too many prying eyes. Both however, were too high to care.

On leaving the club about an hour later, Altair could feel himself coming down. He felt very sick and irritable. Had he really let Frederico do that to him?

Himself, Ezio and Frederico staggered down the street, arm in arm, Ezio singing the whole time mixing songs together and generally waking everyone up in the area.

"Stop a sec." Altair almost demanded. He had to sit down for a couple of minutes and de-mist his head.

Frederico leaned against a brick wall, arms folded, legs crossed at the ankles as he took in the sorry site of Altair slumped at the side of the road, now sporting a nosebleed from the coke he had taken.

"Talk about trying to fly before walking." He whispered to himself more than anything.

Ezio however was not so subtle. "Why the hell'd you come out tonight. You're putting a stormy cloud over the whole night."

Altair ignored the slightly younger man in favour of calming his throbbing heart and focussing his blurred eyesight.

"Seriously? Why are you letting an asshole like Malik get you all fucked up like this? Fucker deserves you leaving him."

Altair took a few seconds to absorb what Ezio said to him. His whole body tensed as he struggled to his feet.

"Ezio? Leave it." Frederico hissed at his younger brother. He had known Altair so much longer than Ezio and knew that the smallest thing could send him from being quite quiet and almost cold to an all out killing machine. He had seen Altair leaving people at the side of the road beaten to within an inch of their life.

"No, I wont leave it! What kind of pussy are you to let a jumped up law graduate with a pole up his ass drag you down like this huh?"

Frederico backed away from his brother slightly. He could tell Altair was about to snap and Ezio was foolishly goading him to it.

"One more word Ezio….just one more and I will make you wish you had never been born." Altair growled at the other male.

"What? You can barely stand upright. You've been living in the lap of luxury far too long Altair."

Ezio didn't even see the fist flying towards his face until it was too late. His jaw popped painfully as he fell into the middle of the road followed by Altair throwing himself on top of him. Both males punched and kicked at each other drawing bruises and blood.

Staggering to their feet, both charged at each other once again however, Altair was too slow in dodging Ezio's swinging fist. His nose crunched and broke under Ezio's fist as blood began pouring from it.

Altair ignored the searing pain and the blood trickling down the back of his throat and swung out at Ezio again, effectively bursting the younger man's lip wide open with his fist.

Altair readied himself to beat Ezio senseless when a strong hand latched onto the back of his hoodie and pulled him away from Ezio.

"That's enough!" Frederico yelled at the two.

He glared at the two beaten and bloody men before letting go of Altair and charging down the street.

Ezio sneered at Altair while he rubbed the blood from his face.

"Smirk at me again and even Frederico wont stop me from mopping the floor with your ass." Altair hissed out as he turned tale and headed in the direction of his brothers house.

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"You're a fucking idiot Altair. Bad enough you take a line with those assholes but then you take pills from them? Do you not remember the mess you were in years ago?" Desmond cried out at his brother who had thrown his head down the toilet once again.

Collapsing against the bathroom wall, Desmond took stock of the bloody clothes and towels littering the floor. His own hands were coated in the red fluid due to him having to set Altair's broken nose.

Altair finally pulled himself away from the toilet and slumped against the side of the bath. His head was throbbing and he felt itchy all over.

He didn't want his brother caring for him, rubbing a soothing hand across his back.

He wanted Malik.

Perhaps if they talked?

No, Malik had betrayed him, had slept with someone else and had let him walk out the door.

Perhaps Ezio had been right. Why was he getting so cut up over this? People break up everyday so why was he letting this hurt him?

Desmond was just letting his eyes slip shut, content that Altair had thrown up everything had had to throw up when a heart breaking sob echoed through the small bathroom.

"Altair?"

Said male had folded in on himself, head buried in his bare knees as he repeated the same sentence over and over again.

"I still love him."

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And there we go, the next chapter will span over a couple of months with Altair and Malik as the fic is starting to come to an end.

BTW, about me getting Ezio beaten up? It's not cause I hate him...I bloody love him but I needed Altair to beat someone up!

Hope you liked this chapter and I should be started on the next one soon :)