Chapter 1

Tears of an Eagle

The lonely man's room in Jerusalem was filled with a gentle wind giving him some relief from the burning day. The Commanding Officer of the city slouched in his seat with shirt thrown off his sweating body and a wet cloth was covering his face, he listened tranquilly to the sound of the glass beads and small chimes hanging from his window curtains with eyes closed. It was very relaxing.

The room he called his own was on the far edge of the barracks and at the highest point away from the sounds of training men in the courtyard and the street noise. This room has been his for many years that he memorized every sound and knew what was natural.

So when one of the chimes stopped for a just a small moment, his ears perked up in defence.

Without moving from his relaxed position, the Commander listened closely while making his breath lighter. The heat of another person resinated as they stealthily stepped towards him, "Assassin?"

The person paused, the sound of their feet shifting in a defensive position made the Commander smirk under the cloth. Another male voice, thick with the Syrian accent, spoke low. "Krosis Alonso, I have come to stop your Templar rule over Jerusalem."

"You sound younger then I was expecting, your little Assassin cult thought it was wise to send a child?"

"I am not a child, I am better than many of my brothers." The voice was arrogant and over confidant, it made Krosis hum in humour. Slowly he rose to a straight sitting position while removing the cloth so he could look the young boy in the eyes.

Said young boy wasn't REALLY young, maybe eighteen or nineteen… Still that was at least ten years younger than Krosis. The Assassin examined his face in return, as if he expected Krosis to have looked different.

"You're younger then my Master made be believe…"

"Appreciate the complement, boy." Krosis snorted out in sarcastic humour causing the young Assassin to twitch in annoyance, "You know my name, will you honour me with yours?"

The young Assassin paused, "Altair." Was his curt reply, he raised his sword in preparation to attack Krosis.

The Commander raised his arms in a disinterested shrug and then held them wide and flicked his hands at the wrist in a cocky 'come at me' pose. The Assassins jaw, which just visible from beneath his hood, grinded in annoyance at Krosis' action.

He swung his sword at the sitting man, feeling over confidant. Altair did not expect the man to move so quickly in backhanding the blade to the side so it buried deeply into the wood back of the Templar's chair.

Feet connected to his stomach with a force that could break anyone else's bones, winding Altair and sending him across the room's floor at a skid. Krosis stood and casually pulled the sword out of the wood with two fingers without a care of the blood dripping down the back of his hand.

A nervous look appeared deep in Altair's honey gold eyes as the man towered over him, the light tanned man was the tallest man he had ever laid eyes upon. How could a tall mass of solid muscle move so fast?

Ember eyes followed the blade as it was spun around in circles while Krosis slowly made his way towards the assassin, "Nice sword for a young assassin…" He examined the shiny blade and old handle with little interest, and then suddenly threw it out the window.

Altair stiffened at the sight of the blade vanishing through the curtains, that blade had been his fathers.

"What, was it important to you? You shouldn't have let me get a hold of it then." The Templar raised his arms again in his sarcastic shrug at Altair's expression. With anger fuelling his actions, Altair leapt at the Templar to try and stab him with his hidden blade.

The massive man caught both his hands swiftly with one hand and threw Altair into the wall causing the Assassin to groan out in pain, everything was spinning and he dabbed his fingers on the pain in his head. Bringing the fingers forward he was welcomed with blood.

The Templar knelt beside the dazed Assassin and spoke while removing the bracers, "You're over confidant and lose yourself to your temper, you should have learnt discipline before coming to try and kill me."

Trying to fight back, Altair shakily pulled out a dagger from his belt. A fist connected to his jaw knocking out any of his thoughts. The Templar took the dagger from Altair's tight grip as the young man fell unconscious.

Krosis removed every weapon he could find on the Assassin's belts. Opening a drawer he threw them in then returned to examine the rest of the Assassin, knowing full well that these white clad men all had hidden weapons besides their bracer blades.

Undoing the young man's robes and removing it, Krosis gripped the unconscious Altair's chin and turned his head this way and that to examine his young face. "Handsome little thing aren't we…" His voice was full of humour as he ran his hands over all the possible hiding places on the younger man and took every weapon he found.

"Oh, I might keep this… and this… how I love myself a poison dagger!"

-A-

A shivering Altair woke up with a start, the room was dark and his naked chest was freezing but he was alive. With shaky breath growing heavy, he tugged at the chains binding him against a wall. Just out of his reach the Templar was lying on his back on the bed.

The chains that bound him, held his body high so he could only just reach his bare toes onto the ground if he stretched painfully out.

Looking around, Altair spied his robe, boots and belts thrown carelessly against the opposite wall. Not a single weapon was visible and it made a sickening feeling rise in his throat. Did the Templar throw every one of them out? What could the older man's objective to remove the weapons and keep him alive?

"Your breathing and shaking could wake a whole army…" The voice made Altair freeze, his eyes went wide as Krosis opened his own pale blue eyes. The tall black haired man stood with a wide yawn and moved to stand an inch away from Altair's face.

"What are you planning Templar? If you think I will give you any of our secrets, you are wrong!" Humour flashed in the older man's eyes as Altair's tone. Even if it was said furiously through gritted teeth, Krosis could hear the fear underneath.

"I am not holding you for secrets, Altair." The young Assassin flinched as Krosis said his name in a songful tone, anticipation filled him at the words.

"Then why are you holding me…" Altair broke off with a surprised gasp as teeth clamped around the skin between his neck and shoulder, "Get away from me!"

Gripping tightly with his hands under the young Assassin's knees, the Templar forced Altair's legs wide so he could push forward his hips to avoid the Assassin's kicking feet, a hardness that pressed roughly against Altair's member made him feel sicker than ever.

"Stop…" He hated himself for the weakness in his voice as it cracked with fear, Krosis leaned back to look into Altair's wide eyes.

"No." The answer was curt and filled with a firm coldness, it made Altair feel like something incredibly heavy had dropped into his stomach. The older man began to rock his hips against Altair and moaning, the sound and feeling made the young man feel dizzy.

Teeth scrapped along Altair's jaw, leaving red welts behind. Krosis moved his arms so he was hold up Altair's legs with the crook of his elbows so he could freely use his hands to untie the younger man's pants.

Everything was moving fast, Altair cried out in terror as his cock was left vulnerably exposed to the cold wind and grinning Templar. The sound of the older man's pants falling to the ground and flying into a wall made Altair close his eyes and try to struggle.

A hand slapped roughly across his face making Altair's eyes flash open and tear up. Krosis stood back with an oil slathered hand stroking his own shaft, making it slick and glisten. The sight of the long thick muscle belonging to the chuckling Templar made Altair wheeze and feel close to unconsciousness.

What was he planning to do with it? Altair had never been with anyone, not of either gender. He didn't think he enjoyed the sight of the rock hard man that much either.

The Templar gripped Altair's legs again and held them up in his elbow bends again so he could angle the Assassin with hands on his arse, "Please, whatever you're going to do… don't…"

"Relax, it will only hurt you more." Krosis spoke in a gentle but unsympathetic tone, and made mock soothing sounds as he pushed the tip of his huge cock against the hole of Altair's arse. The feeling made Altair stiffen in terror, was this man going to…? How could it possibly fit!?

The hoarse scream that fled Altair's dry lips was one of pain as the Templar pushed inside slowly, stretching his body unnaturally wide. Krosis continued to make the soothing sounds and rubbed Altair's arse but never stopped until he was fully hilted deep inside the Assassin.

Krosis licked the tears from Altair's cheeks with a chuckle, "I told you to relax."

"Get out… please…"

"Is it that bad? Ok, relax and I will pull out." The Assassin tried to relax as the Templar pulled out, he fully relaxed with a sigh when the Templar's wide tip left his body.

But the relief was short lived when the intrusive shaft slammed back into his body roughly, another scream escaped Altair and he arched in agony.

"I believe you have no authority over me boy." Krosis' tone was harsh as he moved back so only his tip was inside and slammed back in, "Wrap your legs around my hips and hold on."

When Altair didn't do as he said, the older man sighed in disapproval and moved back. When he slammed in again he pushed Altair back into the wall with all his strength causing his cock to feel like it was burying deeper, the young man cried out and whimpered.

"Do as I say and I promise I will be gentler." With a gasp of air, Altair tightly wrapped his legs around Krosis' hips and linked his ankles, "Good boy."

The man moved his hips at a slower pace but always made sure he hilted all the way in with each thrust. With hands now free, Krosis ran them across the younger man's fit chest and stomach while giving Altair's neck and shoulder wet kisses, sucking and bites.

A large rough hand wrapped around the base Altair's slightly stiff shaft causing him to flinch and gasp against Krosis' ear. The small sound made the Templar chuckle but not say a word, he began to stroke the limp flesh, bringing it to a stand surprisingly fast and making Altair being to moan.

"Sensitive aren't we, never been with a woman or a man? Lucky me…" Altair did his best glare at the man at the comment, but his cheeks tinged with deep shame for feeling pleasure. Shocks suddenly ran up and down his shaft and his balls clenched at pleasure as the older man's grip tightened with each stroke.

A smirking mouth descended onto Altair's jaw and slowly ran along the bone in a feather kiss, when they reached Altair's lips they changed direction to follow his strong cheekbones then back down to create a continuous ring.

The room filled with Altair's deep moan as his shaft pulsed, the pain of the larger cock pounding into his arse was almost unnoticeable beneath the pleasure that was building near his stomach. When Altair's mouth opened wide in the moan, Krosis released his shaft and gripped both hands around the Assassins jaw and cheeks and pulled him into a rough kiss.

A muffled grunt of surprise escaped the young man as a tongue intruded into his mouth, Altair almost choked. Without the stroking on his pulsing cock, Altair was reminding of the large shaft in his arse. But it wasn't as painful anymore as it slammed inside him without hindrance, sliding in and out smoothly with wet sucking.

The attention Krosis had giving his shaft had made him loosen up his muscles. Altair didn't know whether to be afraid or thankful.

Nervously when Krosis wasn't doing anything besides pounding in and out, Altair returned the kiss meekly making Krosis moan deeply in approval and start moving faster. A breathless moan escaped the Assassin as a hand gripped around his girth again to stroke at the same pace as the Templar's hips.

When Krosis leaned away to return to giving Altair's neck attention, the young Assassin cried out in a strangled voice. He came all over both of their stomachs, covering them in his white release. A sigh came from the Templar at the feeling of the slickness and did a few more thrusts.

Warmth filled Altair's arse, and a whimper of pleasure, shame and disgust came out of the young Assassin. One of his Creeds greatest enemies just released inside of his body and he had kind of enjoyed it in the end.

'Oh gods, a Templar just… inside of me…' The sick feeling returned as Krosis pulled out of him with a disgusting pop. Altair clenched his teeth and glared with all his rage at the older man, his eyes were burning with mortification.

The Templar looked the Assassin up and down with a blank expression, he didn't give one care about the Assassin's anger and shame.

"Just stop…"

"I believe I said you don't order me around." Altair flinched as Krosis kneeled before him, a grunt escaped the young man as the Templar's hand wrapped tightly around the base of his shaft again.

As much as Altair didn't want to feel it, the pleasure erupted through his member and balls. His cock stood hard with only few strokes and it made Altair hate himself more, he was reacting so well to the other man's attentions no matter what he said.

Then a warm mouth wrapped around him, a strangled moan burst past Altair's lips and his hips instinctively jerked forward sending him deeper into the older man's throat causing the Templar to release a small gagging sound, not expecting Altair to react so violently.

Red spread across Altair's cheeks as the older man began to bob his head up and down his shaft, nimble fingers stroked and massaged the back of his thighs causing sparks and trembles to erupt all along Altair's body. The young Assassin's muscles convulsed at the pleasure, his already injured head slammed back against the wall painfully and his tugged at the chains.

Making it worse, a rough hand fondled the bottom of his balls. Tears were falling from Altair's eyes at the pleasure as he felt his second release hit hard, knocking all air from his lungs. As his shaft went limp again while Krosis sucked away all the sperm and licked up and down the flesh, cleaning it completely.

As he stood, Krosis ran his nails up Altair's stomach leaving behind more angry bleeding welts. The younger man was breathing heavily as he met Krosis eyes before the man kissed him. The bitter taste of his own release hit Altair's tongue.

"Good boy…" Krosis' voice was hoarse as he leaned his head back, his eyes were lidded with lust that made Altair feel a cold chill in his spine.

"They will kill you when they search for me."

"But they don't know where to look, do they?" Altair stiffened making Krosis grin, "You came here without anyone knowing, thinking you could kill the old Templar hidden beneath the helmet… no one will search for you here."

Altair knew that to be true, any hope of getting away any time soon was dashed away.

Finishing that with a hearty laugh the older man returned to his bed, taking his warmth with him and leaving Altair to tremble against the wall. Through the night, he was unable to sleep.

In the morning, Krosis woke and got dressed into his full Templar Knight armour after a bath with a look of disdain at the heat. Altair was left hanging all day, the heat made a layer of sweat cover his body and the stickiness of his own and Krosis' release feel uncomfortable every time he moved.

Altair began to silently cry again with fear of the Templar's return.

-A-

Every muscle went stiff when Krosis stumbled in, the man struggled to pull his stuffy helmet of his head while doing an odd sort of strange wobble across the floor. When he finally got his head out, the Templar dabbed a cloth against his bleeding forehead and wiggled a finger in his ears from the annoying ringing.

"Damn drunken bastards!" Altair flinched and tried to shrink at the man's almost insane fury.

Krosis collapse to his knees for a moment with a long angry growl, he looked up into Altair's wide eyes of terror and rose once again to his feet. He removed his clothing until he was naked making Altair feel queasy.

Quickly the older man pumped his cock until he was hard and stalked towards Altair without reaching for oil. Terror erupted across Altair's body as the Templar removed the chains from the wall and slammed Altair onto his stomach on the edge of the bed.

The young assassin whimpered as the naked Templar leaned over his back while gripping his hand on Altair's chained hands, the older man was huffing in rage as he pushed his shafts tip in. Once again the Assassin screamed in pain as the Templar instantly slammed in and out of him at a rough pace.

The bed rocked dangerously at the strength the man was putting behind each thrust, Altair's teeth hurt from clattering together as he screamed and whimpered. The stickiness from the man's release last night did nothing in making it easier to handle and actually made it more painful.

With each thrust, the Templar grunted and moaned like a disgusting beast, nothing like he was last night. Altair was certain he felt drool falling onto his back along with Krosis' free hand dragging claw marks along his skin. Each sound got deeper until Krosis rammed him onto the bed sheets with a demonic howl as he came.

But it didn't stop, the man was still firm with lust and anger and he kept ramming into Altair. He came a second time, and frighteningly enough a third and a fourth time until he calmed down. The Templar fell atop Altair's scratched back heavily, who had closed his eyes to try and go somewhere else by the second release without success.

The Templar laid there for an age, pressing the young Assassin beneath him without moving out. Altair prayed it was over now, but then he felt Krosis move in and out in a slow thrust. A groan of fear escaped Altair before he could stop it as the Templar moved harder but stayed slow.

Since the beginning of his angry rut, Krosis finally reached around to grip Altair's sagging shaft to begin stroking it. Even with all his fear and what just happened, Altair moaned as pleasure built up in his balls. The Templar was breathing evenly now against his ear and began to give light kissing along his shoulder blades.

Slowly Krosis made Altair's pleasure build until the young man finally whined out as he came, the Templar followed quickly after.

Without a word the man lifted the sagging Assassin up and chained him to the wall once again. Krosis gave him a swift kiss on the corner of his mouth as Altair fainted.