THIS IS A SERIES OF ONE-SHOTS! NO STOYLINE!

RANDOMNESS:

The other day I was watching Twilight (never seen it before) with my friend who is the total opposite of me, anyways, Edward stands in the light. Two things went through my brain.

1.) The fruity (no offense) is GLITTERING! What. The. Fuck? I was thoroughly disappointed.

2.) This movie makes me giggle. I! I actually giggled at the cheap romance. What is it with this movie that makes girls hearts swell up? On the other hand, did mines just beat because of that Indian boy?

I commented on the glittering and my friend gave me this glare of death, I guess there are some things left unsaid. I liked the vampire and werewolf thing though, that caught my interest. I'm going to watch the second movie, I heard it's better than this one.

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Pairing: Altair and Ezio

Time and place: 1482, Venice

The constant running from angered guards and undergoing assassination missions has given Ezio rarely anytime to enjoy a nice piece of sleep. If he ever did get sleep, another force or a meddling friend would usually interrupt it. Therefore, when Leonardo offered him a few moments of rest on his bed Ezio did not hesitate to fling his body onto the cushions. Absently, he heard his good friend chuckle before leaving the room to draw or create some other thing. Ezio could not care less now, weariness was overcoming him quickly and he buried his head into the soft pillow.

Ezio lifted his head slowly when he felt the left side of the bed dip down, indicating that another presence was here. The young assassin cocked his head to the side at the familiar clothing of the other, an assassin like himself. The assassins hand rubbed his back soothingly with a hint of a smile, Ezio relaxed and hummed contently.

"You forgot to close your mind to the apple when you slept, Ezio." His tone of voice did not sound accusing but the younger one could hear the hint of anger and worry. Ezio shivered at the feeling of the hand moving down to rub his thigh, one of his weak points.

Ezio sighed and traced lazy circles into the others pants using his index finger, "I'm sorry Altaїr but I feel perfectly fine." For good measure, he sat up and faced the other, grinning childishly. "So don't worry, okay?"

Altaїr just grunted, examining his body slowly for any sign of injury or distress from accidently using the power of the apple. Ezio rolled his eyes and spread his arms, sighing in exasperation, "I'm completely fine, as you can see. Do not worry too much, you'll age even quicker."

Of course, this was impossible for Altair, whose spirit lived on in the apple, but that didn't stop the twitch of his eyebrow. Ezio recalled the first time he attempted to use the apple to quench his curiosity his ancestor flew into a fit and banned him from coming inside for a while, claiming it was for his own good. Later, both assassins realized Ezio had a unique ability; he was able to resist the influence of the apple, Altaїr taunted that he lacked the brain cells to use it properly.

Ezio used the apple most of the time to talk with his ancestor about his ruling time of being the grand master of the assassins' creed and his earlier life in training. They swapped stories of childhood memories and tales of near death experiences, Ezio was pleased to see the overly cautious assassin warm up to him. Now that he could visit the lonely assassin without any precaution, Altaїr toke to teaching him Arabic and the huge differences and methods of assassination in his time. On his sixth trip to meet Altaїr, Ezio explained his confusion about Leonardo's newly behavior towards him. Altaїr surprised Ezio by grabbing the back of his neck, devouring Ezio's mouth and claimed his throat in red hickeys.

Ezio found out that Altaїr had acquired new feelings for the playful assassin; the way his lips twisted into a scowl at the mention of Leonardo's puppy love was amusing. After that, Ezio realized that being inside the apple for so long must have made him sexually frustrated, the jumping your own descendent is proof of that. Altaїr did not seem to mind the descendent part, he did not care they were loosely related somehow, even though Ezio was slightly wary what God thought. Altaїr concluded that they certainly were not welcome in paradise; hell was probably the destination for all murderers like themselves, assuming that Altaїr ever got out of the apple.

A bite to his ear brought Ezio out of his inner thoughts and he gasped at the feeling of a wet tongue shoving itself into his ear, sliding in and out. He shivered when a rough hand squeezed his naked thigh, the fingernails scratching him lightly and caused goose bumps to appear on his pale legs.

Wait, naked…?

Ah, Altaїr was also able to control what ever happened inside the apple, which confused Ezio since it was his dreams after all, if he was dreaming right now. Then again, this is the inside of the apple and Altaїr has been locked inside here for hundreds of years, enough time to learn how to control the dreams as he called them. Again, he was startled out of his daydreaming when he felt Altaїr's thumbs brush against his nipples harshly, tweaking them with his clever fingers and earning a sharp intake of breath from the abused one.

Altaїr glared at him and said, "Keep your attention on me and only me." His attention is always on Altaїr, even when he is not inside the apple.

He lowered his mouth and sucked on Ezios throat possessively, leaving a big red love bite along with many identical others. He moved onto the other naked areas of his lovers' throat, leaving bite marks here and there, lapping at the salty skin. Ezio squirmed underneath him and placed his hands on Altaїr's shoulders, pushing him back with some difficulty.

The oldest groaned in frustration and nipped at the Adam's apple presented in front of him before lifting himself up but not entirely off Ezio. He refused to move even when Ezio tried to buck him off, he grounded his pelvis into Ezio's showing that he was not getting off anytime soon.

With a huff and narrowed eyes Ezio frowned, "Why are you always on top?"

Altaїr blinked, confused for a second and raised an eyebrow at the other, "You want to straddle me with my dick buried inside you?" (1)

The young assassin blushed hotly at his lover's foul language, he could be worse than him sometimes. He glared and said almost embarrassingly, "No, you perverted old man! Why is it that you are always the, uh, dominant one?" The last parts ended in a whisper.

Altaїr smirked; Ezio thought he looked much too handsome when he did that and he knew the affect it caused on the younger one, Maledetto bastardo.

"Because," He started and slowly crawled up towards Ezio again, deliberately brushing by the shaft, "you enjoy being in the submissive position, many of them in fact, and you love giving control over you to me." He twirled his tongue around a perked nipple, and purred, "Worshipping your body, kissing and biting every part of it." He met Ezio face to face, pleased at the glazed eyes and blush of arousal on the others face. "Also, you cum much harder when I'm ramming into you, dominating and claiming every aspect of your being."

Ezio desperately tried to calm his flaming face and hit his lover but his hands did not move. A little dumbfounded, he turned his head to the metal poles of the bed to view his hands and saw that his very own clothing was tying him down. Damn Altaїr, why did he get to control this world and make things magically appear?

…And disappear.

When he turned his head to verbally assault Altaїr, the first thing he saw was golden eyes watching him with lust and fondness, and then he saw naked skin everywhere. He allowed his eyes to wander over Altaїrs well-muscled form, taking in the old scars and dusty brown nipples, quickly he averting his gaze before his eyes roamed southward. He really did not need Altaїr catching him while he was eye raping the oldest; it would only embarrass him farther.

His skin tingled and he bucked at the ticklish feeling that Altaїrs fingers had caused against his inner thigh, groaning as his manhood twitched in anticipation. Ezio unconsciously spread his legs farther apart, allowing the fingers to travel upwards even more until they stopped at the head of his arousal. The fingers curled around the cock and slowly began to pump it, his thumb lying on the very tip of the head. Ezio let out a breathy moan, thrusting into Altaїrs grip for more of the delicious friction and whimpered.

Altaїrs lips curled into a seductive smile at the sudden submission, "I think I like you more like this, defenseless and aroused by my touches."

Embarrassed that the other could see his arousal in the open, (even though it's not the first time Altaїr has seen all of him) Ezio pulled his legs up to shield it from his lovers' intense eyes. Altaїrs grip hardened on the cock causing Ezio to gasp and stop all movement on his part. It seems Altaїr was not happy with the sudden retreat, the hard stare clearly meant that Ezio had made yet another mistake on his behalf.

Later, when both assassins were in their own clothes and standing at least seven feet away from each other, Ezio would deny the screams and airless moans that erupted from his mouth. However, right now, his pride and smugness suffered a devastating blow and he really could not care less about. When Altaїr shoved two fingers inside his ass and hit his prostate dead on in one unexpected movement, Ezio let free a strangled shout of pleasure and pain, his back arching off the bed and fisting the sheets.

With precise accuracy and great strength, Altaїr continued to jam his fingers in and out of his withering lover's body, never missing the pleasure spot. He watched in fascination as Ezio twist and buck helplessly against the hand binds, gasping and moaning broken parts of Altaїrs name as if it was a prayer. A thin trail of saliva slipped past Ezios mouth and trickled down his chin, tempting Altaїr to lean over and lick his way from the chin to the quivering rose lips. As an assassin, you must always follow your instinct and Altaїr did just that, stopping his finger fucking moment and instead slipped both hands to cup Ezios red face.

Ezio whimpered from the loss of the fingers and lifted his pleasure dizzy head with the help of his loves hands; Altaїrs tongue followed the trail of saliva like previously planned and plunged into the willing warm cavern of Ezios mouth. Their tongues battled for dominance, stroking and twirling against each other, until Ezio finally gave in, he stifled a moan when the tongue brushed against his the sensitive roof of his mouth. Satisfied and in desperate need of air they broke away, Altaїr recovered fast and latched onto Ezios pink nipples and rolled it gently with his teeth, pinching and squeezing the other one with his mutilated hand. A groan awarded his actions and an impatient hiss erupted from his younger lover, the urgent thrust from Ezio stated he wanted to hurry.

He smirked, leaving the pink bud, "Already? You truly are a novice in this type of thing, aren't you?"

Ezio found it hard to glare and control his breath at the same time, "I had plenty of…sex with the othe-Ahh!" A hard flick to his nipple caused him to stop mid sentence and hiss at the little pain he felt, he pulled angrily at the binds that held his hands, tempted to hit the other.

"I did not mean those brain dead whores of woman, who hasn't fucked them? Besides, that was a rhetorical question." Altaїr said and settled himself between Ezios trembling thighs, positioning himself in front of the puckering hole. Feeling the need for payback, Ezio opened his mouth to say something to push him over the edge, after all Altaїr is incredible when he is possessive and jealous. With a sly smile, Ezio asked, casually, something that he knew would trigger the others anger.

"Why do you assume that I never was taken by another man?"

Altaїr froze and stared blankly at his lover, running the question again in his head before it hit him like a ton of bricks. A man had claimed Ezio before he had came into the apple, before Ezio and Altaїr became lovers. The thought, as expected did not bode well with Altaїr and he could feel his jealousy bur n inside him. Ezio flinched when he saw how this might end by the fire in those sharp eyes, many forced orgasms that would make him cry from intense pleasure or total humiliation involving a collar.

Perhaps he should tell Altaїr it was a lie.

Those gold eyes flashed dangerously and Ezio blinked when the entire scenery changed, the bed disappeared from underneath him and now replaced by Altaїr. Said man was sitting on some kind of throne made of dark wood with a red and white clothe draped over it, embedded on it was the sign of the creed.

Ezio noticed with embarrassing agony that he was crouching awkwardly over Altaїr's body, his legs straddling him, their chests facing each other, hovering directly above an erect shaft. He swallowed the saliva that gathered in his mouth and waited for Altaїr to make his move, his thighs quivered from holding his weight in an uncomfortable position.

For a while, Altaїr did nothing but stare with that small curl at his lips and shifted, the tip of his cock brushing Ezio's opening, almost teasingly. Ezio groaned, losing whatever meaningless patience he had left and lowered himself down, his hands clasped onto Altaїr's shoulders for support and encased the manhood in his own tight heat slowly. Before he could completely lower himself onto it, tanned hands grabbed his waist and slammed him down.

A shout of pleasure and pain ripped through Ezio's throat at the sudden intrusion, his hands clenched harshly at the broad shoulders, almost hurting the other one. Altaїr did not let Ezio adjust or catch his breath as he repeated the action; the body on top of him shuddered as he hit the prostate dead on. Soon Ezio regained some control, bouncing up and down in rhythm with Altaїr's thrusts, riding him. Watching the man above him thrust his head back and cry in ecstasy caused Altaїr to smirk, he lifting the body up off him until the member's head was only inside the younger man.

Ezio panted and felt a spark of impatience, not entirely happy that the wonderful friction was stopped before they both had reached their limits. He thrust his hips forward but the hands held him firmly in place, the head pushing in lightly and Ezio whined deep in his throat.

"Did you scream and moan like this with him?"

The question caught Ezio off guard and he stilled his movements, falsely looking guilty for something he had never experienced before. Altaїr's lips brushed against his ear and with a blow to the sensitive ears, he slammed the body down again. Ezio closed his eyes and let a staggered moan out, his senses over riding with numbing pleasure.

When he did open his eyes he found himself lying on his back, his arms wrapped around Altaїr's form and his legs resting on Altaїr's shoulders. Altaїr was positioned right between him with his hands planted on the sides of Ezio's head, his dick sheathed inside him but he did not make a move.

Altaїr glared at him, "I wonder if you begged him to fuck you more than once?"

He snapped his hips forward and grunted at the heat from the tight passage, hearing the moan from the other. With inhuman strength and speed, he pounded Ezio into the mattress, moving his hands to grip the ankles on either sides of his face and pushed them forward, making it easier to hit the prostate harder.

"Are you going to answer me?" He asked angrily, not breaking his pace.

The new position made it harder for Ezio to think, but he knew better to answer at this point, Altair believed he had another lover and was acting out of anger and possessiveness. Ezio gathered much needed breath and tried to concentrate on his words, the constant jabbing at his pleasure gland was definitely not helping.

"I nev-ah! Oh, Dio! Altaїr!" A very rough and precise thrust distracted him from finishing the sentence. Altaїr stopped his movement to let Ezio catch his breath, rubbing his hands up and down the calf.

Panting harshly, Ezio looked Altaїr directly into his eyes and moved his hands to the others face, his thumb brushing Altaїr's cheek.

"I never had…sex with another man, you're…my first." He said it tenderly and looked directly into Altaїr's eyes, smiling softly.

Altaїr rocked his hips forward, smiling at the soft mewls and whimpers of need coming (haha! Get it?) from his lover, the arms holding him moved up to his neck and wrapped themselves around the neck, hands gripping his short camel hair. Altaїr released the ankles from his grip and placed one hand on the mattress; the other wrapped around Ezio's arousal and began to pump it in harmony with his thrusts.

Ezio bucked as warmth encased his manhood and wrapped his legs around Altaїr's waist, hoping to bring their bodies closer. He knew Altaїr was trying to extend the moment they had together but in the deepest corner of his mind, he could feel wariness crawl upon him. This only happened when Ezio spent too much time inside the apple; his mind would cloud with darkness.

The familiar feeling of pleasure coiling in the pit of his stomach alerted Ezio he was close to blissful release; he grounded his hips to match the frenzied thrusts. Altaїr grunted above him and stroked Ezio faster, bringing his lover closer to the edge as he too neared his.

"Altaїr…I'm cu-Ahhh!!" White spots became visible when Ezio shouted his release, the hand milking him for all his worth. Weakly, Ezio lifted his head to see Altaїr's light red face before he tensed and came inside him, filling and claiming all of him. He felt Altaїr pull out of him and lean up to kiss his lips, planting feathery kisses on his cheeks.

"Tisbahe 'Ala Kheir, Ezio." (2)

Unwillingly, Ezio's eyes opened slowly, blinking at the morning glow that seeped through the curtains of his friend's house. Awkwardly he noticed Leonardo had toke it upon himself to undress him down to his pants and his thin white shirt that was three buttons undone. He stretched his legs, thanking the gods that he didn't sport a erection so early in the day, and stood to find his wayward friend. Ezio hated to admit that he did not see the wooden spoon until it bounced off his head but he had not seen that coming.

"Ezio! Please stop moving!"

Ezio jolted in surprise, he stupidly missed the fact Leonardo was in the same room standing behind a huge canvas, glaring at him. The artist exhaled heavily before he grinned brightly, moving his paintbrush quickly with expert ease. "I'm almost done painting such an intriguing look!"

Smirking, Ezio tilted his head to the side and fluttered his eyelashes mockingly, "Oh Leonardo! I'm flattered that you feel so strongly about me."

This time Ezio dodged the cup aimed for his head and laughed, strolling towards his friend to peek at the painting. Leonardo smiled, "It's done. What do you think?"

The way Leonardo painted was always incredible and life like in Ezio's eyes but this painting of himself was breath taking. The way each color flowed easily to become darker or lighter without you even knowing where it exactly started to change shades. The blanket that covered his lower regions wrinkled almost perfectly and the designs of the white eagles glowed against the dark material. His brown hair was sprawled on top of the pillow; the top of his head glistened gold from where the rays of the sun hit him. The glow around his head gave an illusion of a halo, perhaps Leonardo thought of him as an angel of death or something along those lines, this thought made Ezio grin slyly and say in a teasing tone, "Is this the way you think of me?"

A bright flush of embarrassment crossed over the bridge of Leonardo's nose and he ducked his head between his shoulders, staring at the painted Ezio's face. Clearing his throat, he turned to the smug assassin and this time smirked with a raised eyebrow he replied, "I wonder what had caused you to sweat and turn red my dear friend?"

To Ezio's distaste, he felt his face grow hot as he remembered his encounter with Altaїr and his lover's possessive and jealous actions. Quickly he turned his face to the window, pretending to analyze the busy street outside. "I…I had a vivid dream about, uh, killing Rodrigo !"

The artist raised an eyebrow, "Killing that man made you…aroused?"

"I-what?!" The mortified face and the way he spun so quickly, nearly breaking a china glass on the table, told Leonardo he was wrong.

"W-well, you were moaning and your face was red with sweat!"

"I would NEVER dream of that fat asshole unless I was ripping out his lungs with my bare hands! And who in hell would become sexual entertained at seeing a dead body?!"

Leonardo threw his hands up, "I don't know, a mentally disturbed person with an abusive past whom can't find anyone to spend their life with so they resort to dead bodies?!" (3)

"…"

"…My neighbor was seized by the guards for necrophilia this morning; the guards told me some…things about him."

Leonardo turned back to the painting, clearly not wanting to continue the conversation about dead bodies and sex together.

Sex. With dead people.

Ezio tilted his head to the right and a disturbing thought flittered in his head, 'In a way, I'm also necrophilia aren't I?'

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(1) When I wrote this sentence I stared giggling like crazy at the dirtiness of it and the way I made Altaїr sound perverted. Also jealous Altaїr came to mind when I wrote this for some reason.

(2) I think, and if I have this wrong don't stalk me or anything, that it means good night Ezio. I translated good night on two different sites and they came out different.

(3) I heard some rumors going around about some dude fucking his dead wife, don't know if it's true but that's what I heard. I decided to add it in here since I was thinking about the sicko and how to end this story at the same time.

For those people who like twilight and Buffy the vampire slayer let me tell you something, those guys are committing necrophilia too! Edward is DEAD AND he's 100 years older than Bella, same thing with Angel/Spike and Buffy; THEIR PEDOS TOO!

…I don't really care though, I just wrote about necrophilia and Altaїr is older than Ezio but Ezio is at an legal age, so yeah. I'm a freak, WAHOO!!

I'm into all kinds of shit, Khufufufufufufufuf…

ALSO! This is my VERY FIRST LEMON/SEX SCENCE!! I apologize if it dragged on or it wasn't good enough for your inner perversions but I have time to brush up my skill. The future chapters are going to be random, ya know one shots or something.

Review if your reading, I like to know if people actually liked my poor attempt at romance.

C U TILL THEN ^.^