Chapter 2

Not Always like This

Two weeks had passed since his capture and Altair prayed nothing enraged the man today, as the past three nights he had been a mass of anger.

Thankfully when he did return he looked very calm.

"I have a gift for you boy." That made Altair shiver, what was it? Did he want to know?

Krosis lifted a small thin bottle no bigger than a pinkie and pulled out the tiniest of corks, he pushed the end into Altair's mouth and forced the boy to swallow each sweet drop with heavy threats.

Then he backed away, Altair felt anticipation rise as he watched the Templar undress with the sweet tang tingling on his taste buds. What was that liquid?

A small whimper flew out of Altair as he felt his balls tighten, his eyes diluted as he hardened without support. Krosis, now naked, turned and gave a grin at Altair's wide mouth face. "Enjoying it so far? I 'persuaded' a merchant to give me a few bottles…"

Altair moaned as Krosis knelt in front of him and blew on his burning flesh and gave it a few stokes until the Assassin was sweating and wriggling in pleasure. Then he stopped, making Altair moan in frustration and loss.

The grin widened on Krosis' lips as he sat on his chair after dragging it so it faced Altair, the older man began to stroke his own shaft with legs spread lazily while looked into Altair's eyes lustfully.

The pleasure kept growing making Altair whimper and tear up, "Painful isn't it, I have had the receiving end of this numerous times and I can say that without release it will get worse." Krosis continued to pump himself making Altair's mouth water at the sight of the pre-release dripping down to his balls, he was starting to feel the desire to taste the man.

A minute passed until it became unbearably painful, "I…" Altair broke off into a moan and twisted his sweating torso against the wall to feel anything on his skin, "Please…"

"What is that Assassin? If you want something you have to speak loud and clear, and with emotion. Tell me what you want from me." The Templar chuckled as Altair tried to cling to his last bit of pride.

"Please… want your dick inside me… please… help me." Krosis stood and came to a stop just out of reach making Altair moan with want, the man raised a brow and waited. "Please I want you inside me… I want to… do it." Before he could say more, Krosis released the chains from the wall and laid himself on his bed.

Before the man fully lay on his pillow, a hyperventilating Altair was on him using his chained hands to position the Templars at his entrance. A moan came from them both as the young Assassin slipped down to the hilt.

With strong desperation, Altair bounce up and down on the shaft while balancing himself upright with his bound hands pressed on Krosis' stomach. The older man was moaned and gripped tightly at Altair's hips as the young Assassin moved roughly.

Ember eyes rolled backwards as Altair threw his head towards the roof, foam was forming in his mouth at the pleasure and lust as he felt Krosis hit nerves deep inside. The drool dripped down his chin as the pleasure grew, Altair moaned and whimpered.

Like a tidal wave he came, the sperm sailed through the air and landed in a trail across Krosis chest. Altair halted on Krosis still firm shaft, the pleasure was building again and he moved up and down desperate to feel another release.

Krosis moaned deeply as he came into the young Assassin and gripped the slender hips tightly, Altair joined him with a loud sobbing cry. The Templar stopped the younger man from falling off the bed and maneuverer him beside him, "I believe that was a rather good gift."

The sarcastic chuckle echoed through the room as Altair's heart slowly returned to a normal pace. After the eruptive releases he came back to his senses, a disgusted feeling filled up his chest as Krosis wrapped his arms around the young Assassin like a tender lover as they both caught their breath.

After a moment of sucking in air, Krosis rolled Altair over while stroking himself back to his full hardness. Altair clenched his fists into the bed sheets at the man's touch on his burning skin, some of the pleasure was still there making him sensitive and made him keenly moan as the older man pounded into him.

The bed creaked with each thrust and Altair grunted and moaned in tune. He felt his shaft growing hard again, "Please…" The word escaped him before he could stop it making Krosis pause.

"What do you want?" He whispered sensually into the Assassins ear causing goose bumps to rise.

"I want to taste you…" A chucked was his answer, Krosis pulled out of Altair and leaned against the wall. Nervously Altair lowered his head to the man's massive shaft and wrapped his mouth around it.

Hands weaved through his short hair and led his movements, "Relax the back of your throat." Altair followed his orders and took the man further, the taste of his sperm made the younger man's eyes dilate again.

The bobbing became faster and more desperate, Krosis moved his hips up in thrusts while moaning.

"Drag your teeth… good…" Krosis moaned and leaned his head back onto the wall with eyes closed in pleasure while softly giving orders, "I give you permission to touch your balls."

With a sigh, Altair reached his hands between his lands and stroked his bound hands up and down his shaft and balls making him move his mouth more desperately, his cheeks concaved while he sucked as hard as he could.

Altair almost choked in surprise when his mouth was suddenly filled with bitter liquid, he tried to swallow as much of it down as Krosis pulled out of his mouth causing much to overflow down his chin.

"Good boy, swallow each drop… are you hungry?" At the sight of Altair's eagerness to swallow everything, Krosis stood and went to a covered basket, inside he had some fruit and bread that he always kept stocked up. He piled up a plate and handed it to Altair. The Assassin scoffed down the meal hungrily.

When he was done, Krosis pulled Altair into the bathroom where he washed away the past days scum from their skin. While cleaning the younger man's hard cock, the Templar kissed along Altair's shoulder blades. With a grunting moan Altair came into the water.

Once clean and dried, Krosis chained Altair to the wall and fell back on his bed to get some rest.

Dropping his head to his chin, Altair fought against the sickening guilt feeling in his stomach

-A-

The next morning Krosis didn't get dressed right away to leave. Before Altair woke up, the older man stroked himself with oiled and positioned himself with a smirk.

When Altair woke it was with a cry as he felt the man sheath deeply inside him, "Good morning Altair." The Templar said in a cheery voice while the Assassin huffed and gasped.

The man's stomach rubbed roughly against his shaft making Altair moan and arch, he was sensitive so early in the morning. Krosis smirked as he slammed in and out of the smaller man until they both released, the Templar pulled out before he came and squirted all over Altair's own dripping cock.

The floor was crusty, Krosis looked at it with a frown of annoyance. He was going to need to clean that…

With that thought he left Altair for the day once again after dressing.

When Krosis returned, Altair could hear him raging up the hall making him nervous. The Templar sounded angrier than ever.

He stiffened when the man walked in to instantly strip off his clothes. In a single breath he was inside Altair roughly repeating the events of all his other raging nights, Krosis bit deeply into Altair's neck causing the younger man to cry out in pain as teeth tore into flesh.

For hours and after coming a fifth time, Krosis stopped biting Altair's neck. The young assassin was silently crying as blood dripped down his collarbone and arse as the Templar ripped into his flesh with nails.

The Templar went motionless after the fifth release, his eyes still burned with rage. He caught his breath and roughly stroked his own base enough to harden and get moving again, Altair's arse felt raw as Krosis went for another two rounds. The white sperm was puddling on the floor along with the blood dripping down his torso and thighs.

After the final release Krosis angrily left Altair's body with a loud sloppy pop and stormed around his room looking for something. When he found it the young Assassin stiffened, the man held two bottles of liquid lust. But Krosis was the one to drink them both making Altair stiffen in terror.

The Templar stormed back over to him as he hardened again, dread filled Altair at the sight. Two bottled of that stuff, how many more releases was that going to be? He whimper in fear as Krosis pounded into him again.

Altair lost count, all he knew was that it was like an ocean was flowing out of his body. It wasn't natural to how much Krosis came.

Lips and teeth were everywhere at once on Altair's skin leaving behind welts that could scar, Krosis tore the chains off the wall and pushed Altair over the window frame. A soft breeze went across his skin reminding him of everything he was missing, the outside word looked so far away as Krosis pounded him from behind with a choking grip around the Assassins throat.

Altair's shaft rubbed painfully against the stone as Krosis thrust in and out. A strangled sound warned Altair that Krosis was coming once again.

The pace slowed down to a more gentle thrust, Krosis' breathing eased out. "Just a bit more to go, my boy." Krosis held Altair's hips and gently kissed along the wounds he had created as if apologizing for his anger.

Softly moaning, Krosis released once more. He stopped for a moment to stay hilted inside Altair, he looked out the window along with the assassin. "You did well tonight."

"When will you grow bored of me? When will you release me?" Altair spoke weakly, Krosis chuckled while kissing along his back.

"If I grow bored of you I will find someone else to fuck for some time until I crave you again."

Those dark dominating words made Altair's eyes and nose burn with tears as Krosis began to move in and out again slowly. He was never going to be free…

Feeling dead inside, Altair didn't even notice Krosis come again. He did snap to attention when Krosis roughly gripped his cock and growled into his ear, "Don't ignore me boy. I will not hesitate to fill you with so much of the lust liquid that you permanently want my attention and weep when I leave you."

"Then why don't you do that already?" In reply to his snapping tone, Krosis began to slam roughly into Altair's raw arse again while pumping his shaft, the assassin moaned deeply and arched.

And to his shame, Altair came on the windowsill in a breathless scream. Krosis threw him to the ground after his own release and stood over the assassin, "Stand up."

Slowly with a sad submissive expression Altair followed his command, Krosis gripped his chin and forced the Assassin to look into his pale eyes. The sight of a deranged insanity made Altair flinch while expecting more pain.

"Because I am slowly turning insane, and I want you to be sane enough to kill me!"

That was unexpected, Altair's eyes widened. The Templar was shaking with pent up emotions.

Without a word, Krosis pulled Altair into a rough kiss and slammed him into a wall while stroking the assassin's shaft once again, making him moan. "Kill me when you can, don't hesitate. But please end me quickly!"

Altair screamed hoarsely in pleasure as he came again then slumped on the ground as Krosis suddenly let him go.

That night, Altair stayed frozen in that spot even as the chains loosened enough that he could remove them.

When Krosis was gone Altair removed the chains and rubbed the welts in his wrists. After a pause he walked to the basket and ate a couple of apples before lying down on the Templar's bed. After a moment of thought, he stood again and searched the room for his belongings.

Everything he owned was found in a long drawer along with his father's snapped sword placed on top, Krosis must have gone out again at some point to find it. He put his clothes and the blade bracer on with a nod, looking around the room Altair thought 'Should I run now or wait?' and returned to the bed to wait for Krosis' return after he made his decision.

If he was afraid of the insanity then Altair will give him the freedom he craved tonight.

When a stressed looking Krosis finally entered the room to see Altair fully dressed he didn't even bat an eye, without a comment he sat on the edge of his bed after removing his helmet with a distant expression.

Altair waited for the man to speak, and when he did his voice was weak. "I murdered a man… I didn't mean to but the insanity hit me… I killed him in front of his wife."

The Assassin sat beside Krosis and began to untie the man's pants then his own to release their members. Krosis didn't fight when Altair made him turn over onto his stomach, they both moaned as Altair pushed slowly into the man. Krosis seemed to stiffen up but breathed deeply to calm himself, for some reason having Altair inside him made the older man panic, like he was suffering an old memory.

It was an experience being the one inside a warm body, Altair sighed and began to move. Krosis wrapped his head in his wrist and hands in pleasure as he was on the receiving end of a cock in his body, it has been a while since he let someone inside him. Not since he himself lost his virginity to another man and worked in a Brothel.

They said nothing as they had sex one last time.

Pumping Krosis' shaft the way he learned from the long time spent here in this room, Altair brought the older man to his release with the feeling of accomplishment. The Templar's walls clenched around him tightly and drew out his own release, Krosis moaned at the warmth that filled him.

The older man rolled onto his back and threaded his fingers through Altair's short hair to pull him down tightly against his chest into a passionate kiss, as they kissed the Assassin drove his hidden blade into the man's throat, making sure it was quick and painless.

Time slowed and flashed white, then it was like the two men were walking together in a different world.

Krosis stood there looking younger than he had when Altair first met him, a relieved smirk on his mouth and no black circles under his eyes. How long had the man been in the Templar Order? "Thank you boy, the voices are gone… finally."

"What did the Order do to you?"

"There was an object… from an old age. They used tests on me when I first came to my position… it failed leaving me with side-effects." Krosis rubbed his chin as he paced beside Altair, "Magical and terrifying…"

While walking rings in the white abyss, the tall man paused before standing in front of Altair with sadness in his eyes, "I am sorry… you didn't deserve all this pain…"

For an answer, Altair pulled the guilt ridden man down for a soft kiss. A tear fell out of the tall man's eye as he leaned back again with a nod of understanding.

"Please burn me, but you are welcome to everything I own. Nobody else is waiting… you might as well inherit it all. After all, you are the only person who will remember my face…" The man laughed cheerfully even though the words obviously hurt, Altair wished he had known the real man before the Templar's experimented on his mind. He seemed like a kind person, one who would never kill innocents.

"I will do ask you ask…" As the world faded, Krosis raised his arm in farewell with a large sarcastic grin.

"Cheers mate. Live long… I don't want to see you again looking like a baby face!"

Once back in the real world, the Assassin leaned away from the cold lips of the man and stood back with a painful clench in his throat.

Not wanting to stay any longer, Altair searched the whole room and took weapons and items that looked of importance and will remind him forever of the Templar's cheerful grin. Inside a drawer he found something interesting, a leather covered book. Opening it Altair was welcomed with parchment covered with English words in beautiful handwriting, looking it over he blinked.

It was Krosis' journal. Looking at the front date, Altair did his best to calculate the years back. "This is… at least twenty years old." Wanting to read it when he was back in Masyaf, Altair safely tucked it into a bag.

With a sigh of regret, he sheathed the Templar's sword at his hip and wrapped the dead man in the sheets along with his father's broken sword. Taking all the liquid lust, Altair smashed it around the floor and poured some onto the beds sheets.

To create more fire fodder, Altair pulled out all the drawers filled with scrolls. He examined each one and tucked ones of importance into his bag and the Templar's to carry it all then threw the blank scrolls across the floor. Finally, Altair took up the burning lantern and climbed onto the windowsill.

"Good by Krosis Alonso. Sleep free of the Templar's…" He smashed the lantern onto the ground as hard as he could and scaled down the wall as fire and smoke filled the room. An explosion bursting out the window causing soldiers in the barracks to cry out in shock and it told him it was the end of Krosis and time to get out.

Pulling up his hood, Altair went to make the long trip home.