Altair lunged at Artix. Knocking over a table covered in bottles and papers. Artix immediately lunged back, hoping to be able to match the more muscular man in skill rather than brawn. He was thrown straight to the floor, where he promptly got a strong kick in the ribs. In defence he span slightly, tripping Altair over as he climbed to his feet.

Grabbing a bottle from the nearby shelf, he brought it down with force across Altair's face, making a cut across his left cheek. Artix was soon struck back with a chair in the chest as the other man got up.

Altair began to run at Artix, who managed to use his speed against him, ducking out the way just in time and thrusting him into a large shelf unit. As Altair span around, he was greeted with a fist in the face, which made the cut on his cheek sting like crazy. He soon responded by returning the favour to Artix, making his lip bleed with the force of the almighty backhand.

Altair grabbed Artix and swung him around to a wall, grabbing his throat and pushing him a little way up it. Artix tried to fight back by punching and clawing at Altair, and squeezing him with his legs.

Using the strength and force of Artix's legs against him, Altair took the opportunity to take his hands and hold them above his head, stopping any attacks. For a moment he thought he was safe, until Artix head butted him square in the face. He realised he was about to do it again when he pressed his lips against the others, inside he lied to himself, saying what he was doing was merely to stop the head butts, when deep down he knew he was doing it because everything that had just happened was shockingly sexy.

Artix kissed back angrily, almost as if the kiss was a fight on its own. Soon enough the kiss did become a fight, not only for space with their tongues, but for air, as they both realised they needed to breath.

Altair pressed up against Artix who continued to kiss passionately from where he was being held. He then wildly threw him down on the broken table, climbing on top of him. He began to slide his hood down, but Artix went to stop him. After a quick jab with his knee, he continued to remove the hood, revealing his dark brown messy hair, his masculine jaw covered in stubble, his bright blue eyes. He slid his cloak down to his belt, revealing his muscular chest.

Artix flipped him over so he was on top as he began to strip. Altair flicked with his belt, yanking it off so he could take off the rest of his clothes, before helping Artix with his own. They both moved together, not caring about how much they hurt, whether from their cuts and bruises or what they were lying on or what they were doing to each other.

Once they were done, they lay in the broken house together, using only Altair's white robe to cover them on the floor.