So going with what I got, Altair/Ezio is the preferred pairing right? I dig that.

Previously, I had a wall of my comments replying to every review BUT this group (Fuckers) reported me about that and explicit content! (Seriously, I've read worse on this site. It wasn't that much of a rape; wasn't even rape at the end. Got an angry ass reviewer too! These are fictional characters BTW. . )

So all I can do is say "thank you" to reviewers and "Screw off" to that group.

RANDOMNESS: Fucking love Teen Wolf and Sterek (Stiles/Derek) right now! Stiles is only a human but personally I think he's the strongest and 2nd saddest (1st is Derek) character. He cares too much about others and never cease to put himself in harm's way for his friends, the entire conversation with the therapist was very insightful on the way he thinks and feels.

Ms. Morrell: "So, if you're drowning, and you're trying to keep your mouth closed until that very last moment… what if you chose to not open your mouth? To not let the water hit?"

Stiles: "You do anyway, it's a reflex."

Ms. Morrell: "But… if you hold off, until that reflex kicks in, you have more time, right?"

Stiles: "Not much time."

Ms. Morrell: "But more time to fight your way to the surface. More time to be rescued."

Stiles: "More time to be in agonizing pain. Did you forget about the part where you feel like your head's exploding?"

Ms. Morrell: "If it's about surviving, isn't a little agony worth it?"

Stiles: "I mean, what if it just gets worse? What if it's agony now and… and it's just hell later on."

Ms. Morrell: "Then think about something Winston Churchill once said: If you're going through hell, keep going."

-Teen Wolf, 2x11 Battlefield

~"~

It should have been Malik and him in a bar together, wasting their livers away on shitty drinks and trying to push back memories of paperwork. Should of but no. Instead Altair was sitting in a dimly lit corner, alone, like a predator-stalker that his police work usually catch and bag. A cup of-whateverthisshitis- in front of him was sitting untouched, the barkeeper said it was on the house but Altair wasn't trusting it; too many date rape drugs going on. Like the Hangover movie; what would Malik say if he slammed his car into his house singing 'Girls just wanna have fun' with a high off his ass K9?

Altair fought the twitch in his lips to smile, no need for people to see some scary guy grinning in a dark corner at nothing. He could tell by the blond lady's wary gaze that he failed at stopping his grin. 'Goddamn, I should just leave.'

"Leaving?"

The cop jumped in surprise as a smooth voice invaded his thoughts and he stared at the speaker that seemed to appear from thin air. It was a handsome man, the kind the women at the office gossip about, with brown locks tied loosely at his nape and a charming full mouth. Altair inhaled sharply and met hooded dark brown eyes, gazing directly at him like he was reading his vey soul.

"Nice smile you have there. The blond seems to appreciate it." Said the man sarcastically; he was wearing a suit much too nice for a simple bar like this. Altair realized he needed to stop analyzing and start socializing, even though he was nervous from the sudden situation.

He cleared his throat, "Wasn't really directing it to her. Is she your girlfriend?" Really, did the guy have to catch him smiling by himself as well? Fuck.

The man grinned, "Trying to see if I'm here alone?" He sat down in the wooden stool opposite of him, completely at ease with just inviting himself to Altair's table. Not that he mind, at all.

Altair focused on breathing normally instead of blushing like a damn virgin, he knew how to play this game. Had a bunch of one night stands before and this was no different, although this time he came here to get buzzed not sleep with some stranger. An incredibly sexy, just his fucking type, stranger that had eyes practically smoldering him in flames; what did he say?

"What?" Asked Altair gruffly with a flinch, he didn't want to sound like an idiot.

The man's smile widen-'Fuck, that's a gorgeous smile!'-and he tilted his head. "Do you want another of, whatever that brown shit is?"

Finally, Altair gained back his usual attitude with a glare. "No. The barkeeper just gave it to me, said it was on the house."

"Oh, don't trust it. Could be a date rape drug in it."

He grinned, "Exactly what I thought."

The man chuckled and Altair felt a shiver go down his spin in response. He never met someone who invoked such strong reactions; usually he was in more control than this. Maybe Malik was right, he's been cock blocking himself too long.

His new companion held his gaze and Altair felt himself slipping away into the chocolate swirls, he could feel himself being drawn to this man. His head felt like it was in a haze and his body was burning with a need that Altair refused to analyze in to. "I came here to meet someone."

A stone of disappoint settled in his stomach and Altair wrenched himself from those captivating eyes. Strangely, he could feel his mind clearing again and he frowned. "And you're sitting here with me instead of waiting for your person."

"Actually, I am sitting with my person. I'm meeting you."

'What the fuck?' Altair stared at the man across from him, who was steadily gazing right into his eyes again. Then he felt his body light up again, this time his lower area twitched and he had to gasp when the man's hand landed on his own fisted one. The fairer hand trailed up to his wrist and gripped him lightly, the skin contact sending jolts of arousal to his core.

"W-What are you doing?" He couldn't rip his eyes from the delighted eyes and he let the man pull him from his seat, throwing money on the table without a care. Altair followed behind the graceful man; something in him didn't want the man to let go of him just yet.

They exit out the bar and the man turned his head to regard him with a smile. "Where's your car?"

Altair drew in a breath, his heart was pounding like a caged animal and his whole body felt heavy and on fire. God, he could barely even think with the way this man looked at him. "It's, uh, that police car…over there." He sluggishly pointed down the street and leaned into the man's shoulder for support.

The stranger wrapped his arm around his waist and drew the cop in, grinning when Altair let out a sigh at the close proximity. "You're easily influenced."

He grunted, "I barely drank." Altair held onto the man.

"I wasn't talking about alcohol bello."

"You're Italian." Altair pointed out uselessly. "Not alcohol?"

A teasing grin, "Yes, I know", and he stopped at the passenger side of his vehicle. Altair wasn't supposed to even go to bars with it, let alone let a stranger get in the driver seat. He remembered he was supposed to care but he shrugged it off to give the keys over. Altair leaned against the car as the man unlocked the door and unlocked the other one with the switch on the arm rest.

"Get in the passenger side. You can't drive like that. And no, not alcohol influenced." The man pointy looked at his jeans and Altair followed the look to blink in surprise, he was hard. He had to be on drugs or something because this was ridiculous, there was no way he was this easily turned on just by skin/eye contact.

Altair managed to get in the other side and frowned at his bulge, he refused to touch it. "What did you do?"

The man only hummed and started the car, clicking the Home button on his road guide. Altair groaned as the car trembles teased his hard on, his hand itched to give relief but he'd be damned if he rub one out with his companion right next to him. Then again, they were going to his home to probably, hopefully, engage in sexual acts so why not just stroke it out a little? He inched his hand forward…

"Touching yourself already?"

Altair sucked in a ragged breath, heat flooded his cheeks when the man glanced at him with a leer, "You're very eager. They don't usually fall this quickly."

He wants to ask 'how many is they?' and 'fall under what?' but instead he let out a choked out groan when a burning hand landed right on his bulge. He whipped his head to look at the attacker only to find him looking to the road like he wasn't touching him intimately. Altair pushed up into the hand as it stroked against his length, clever hands moving up and down. A growl fell from his lips when the hand lifted some pressure off and Altair quickly pushed it hard against his cock, rocking against it.

He heard a breathless chuckle from his side but ignored it in favor of watching the hand work on him, letting loose pleased groans and pants. When they stopped at a red light Altair could only think 'what if someone saw him?' and then let out more lewd sounds at the thought. The hands pawed at him roughly in response bringing him closer to the edge.

"You're home."

Even though they arrived, Altair made no move to get out and the man simply unbuckled his seat belt. Altair nearly whimpered when the hand left him and the man exited out the car, leaving Altair to catch his breath.

The passenger door opened and hands pulled him out to only shove him against the hood of the car, Altair lied flat on his back while the man positioned himself between his legs. Altair hoped no one looked out their window at night to see two bodies withering against each other on top of a police car. He gasped as their clothed erections brushed against each and Altair raised his hips seeking more friction.

"Dio, your soul is on fire. Lustful thing, aren't you?"

Altair bucked up, not paying attention, only feeling frustrated that their clothes were in the way of actual skin contact. He really wanted this man sliding against him without clothes, wanted those hands everywhere and leaving burning trails as they go. Then man grounded down on him, his hands holding Altair's hips and pushing him up against him for more contact. Altair moaned and placed his hands on the shoulders above him, bucking up in blind heat and pleasure.

He gasped when teeth scraped against his neck, sucking and licking everywhere they could reach. The mouth pulled his skin in to suckle on before releasing then biting down on the hickey, causing Altair's hips to stutter uncontrollably. His mind and body felt like they were tightening up into a hot coil, only pleasure was the only thing he knew as it surged in him.

'Fuck, fuck, that feels good!' Altair lurched forward to place his own biting marks on the lean neck, more vicious then the other man. He littered the throat with bite marks and sloppy kisses, his hands tightened on the rigid shoulders with every desperate thrust. The man groaned and the sound went straight to Altair's cock, another hard grind and he came with his back arched and a cry.

The man growled and snapped his hips twice before he came with a shudder, Altair watched the blissfulness creep into the man's face and marveled at how beautiful this guy was. There was a sudden urge to kiss the hell out of that pouty mouth and Altair felt smug when he slammed their lips together and the man moaned. He twirled his tongue around the other, determined to at least gain control in this. A moan of defeat and Altair explored everything he could; relishing in the way the man slumped against him and simply let him control the kiss. If he could, Altair would keep their mouths together for longer but he pulled back for air and nipped on the lower lip.

Suddenly, Altair realized that he just dry humped on top of a police car with a suspicious man and pulled back to look at the man. For a moment it looked like the man had golden eyes before those alluring brown eyes gazed at him, this time curious.

"Usually, you're supposed to pass out from the pleasure."

Altair snorted, "I'm not a virgin. I've had intense pleasure before."

The man grinned cockily, "That wasn't even the best part and you call that intense pleasure? I'll have you sobbing for mercy."

His mouth went dry and just stared at the man, that same feeling of want and need for the man was coming back. Altair needed to put space between them and fast, he couldn't think straight near this guy and his weird pheromones. He stood on shaken legs and tried to not look the guy in the eyes, he knew there was something off about this whole situation. He never would have done any of these things before and yet here he was having public (almost) sex on his cop car.

"Did you slip something in my drinks? Do you do this to everyone you meet in a bar? Did you know who I was when you said you were meeting me?" Altair demanded without a single air, his full cop persona now on. He be damned if he didn't get answers because all of this was too unnatural, the sudden lust and need came out of nowhere. "What the fuck is your name?!"

The man leaned against the hood, right where they just gri- nope, don't even think about that shameful act. He glared, "Well? You do realize I could hold you in jail for driving a police car?"

"You gave me the keys." The man grinned in amusement as Altair gawked. He did, didn't he!? What the fuck was he thinking?

The cop shuffled uncomfortably, his cum sliding down his thighs and seeping into his now garbage jeans. "Name. Now."

"Ezio, I actually told you at the bar but you were too busy eye fucking me."

"I- fuck- what?! No!"

"Eye fucking. Me."

Altair snarled, "You little shit! Stop avoiding my question!"

Ezio shrugged, his eyes narrowing and giving him shivers. "No. Yes. No. Ezio, like I said."

It took a moment for Altair to remember his questions and match them with the answers Ezio provided. He pushed down the disappointment that Ezio seemed to pick up people and fuck them, that he was a knot on his belt. Hypocritical of him since he also indulged in one night stands, probably not as much as this guy though.

"Do you have any diseases? What's your last name and how old are you?"

"Seriously? We just humped on this car, not 5 minutes ago and you're going to act like a cop on duty? And diseases don't affect my kind." Ezio looked exasperated, like he didn't understand why Altair was freaking out about being in an almost drug like haze. "Fuck this."

Before he could even blink, Ezio grabbed his face and brought them nose to nose, eyes locking. Altair could feel that same burning heat seep into his cheeks, making him almost giddy with lust as he stared into golden eyes. 'Golden?'

"Just forget about this okay? Can you do that for me love?" Ezio looked pleadingly into his eyes and Altair couldn't say no. He had to please this man, make sure his happiness came first in front of everything else.

"Yes. Of course." Replied Altair, he needed to help Ezio.

Ezio gave him a smile that lifted his spirits. "Good boy. You make me very happy. Now, go home."

Altair whimpered when the hands let go of him and the cold came back, cold that will always be present until Ezio touched life back into him. He turned his back with great difficulty from the amazing man and edged his way towards the steps, feeling hollow and miserable. With heavy steps he ascended to his house and touched the door knob, casting a glance over his shoulder to see Ezio was no longer there.

It was like a bucket of ice water washed over him and Altair jolted into awareness, blinking at his police car and the dark surroundings. He flinched at the feel of cold liquid in his pants and lifted his jeans away to peer at the white stickiness in horror. "What the hell did I do?"

~"~

It felt like a train wreck in his head, memories of long brown hair and pale long fingers flashed in and out. Altair groaned and let his head fall on his wooden desk in his office, ignoring the ruckus and near chaotic flurry of activity in the lobby. He was drawing blanks as to what happened last night, what kind of things he did to leave stains in his jeans. All he could remember is a desperate heat and a silky murmur in his ear.

He jolted when his door crashed open, his partner glaring at him venomously. "You fucking loose toilet cunt, I'll kill you!"

Altair lifted a brow, "We're supposed to be the cops here."

"Do you remember meeting me in a bar?!"

I'm meeting you.

Altair frowned, "No. I…left early." With someone, someone meeting him?

Malik grinned lecherously and crossed his arms, mood swing in full effect. "Oh, got a bit lucky. No wonder the barkeeper was pissed, kept giving me these shitty drinks."

Oh, don't trust it. Could be a date rape drug in it.

A feeling of alarm spiked in his heart at the voice that floated in his head and Altair stared at his friend. "Did the barkeeper say anything?" 'Was I roofied?'

"Uh, besides cursing you out to me about ignoring his 'generous' drinks? Called your hook-up a, and I quote, 'Brunette escort that always drag people between his legs'. Thanks for standing me up to talk with th-!"

"Malik!" Shouted Altair, startling his friend into silence. "Can you take over for today? I need o go check something." Ignoring his partner's squawk of indignant, Altair clapped him on the shoulder and shoved his way through the crowd of coffee cravers. Everyone was screaming and raving whose turn it was to use the coffee machine, some actually pulling out their tasers.

He nudged his way through the throng of angry cops, looking desperately for the main door out of the hell hole; he could already hear the rookies shouting it out. Altair rolled his eyes as certain screams ringed through his head.

"SHAUN! THAT'S MY FUCKING COFFEE!"

"IT'S MY BLOODY MUG, DESMOND!"

"I POURED THE SHIT IN! GIMME!"

"GRAB ME AGAIN AND I'LL TASE THE HELL OUT OF YOU!"

The owner of the grocer across the street glared right at Altair, who only grinned as he got in his car. Who could they call about the noise? They were the police.

He shifted in his seat and frowned; someone had adjusted his seat. Oh shit, he vaguely recalled letting someone drive his car as well! 'What the fuck was I thinking!?'

Touching yourself already?

Altair whipped his head to the right at the passenger side and gaped as a scene flashed through his head of a pale hand working him in that very seat. Altair ran a hand down his face as his own needy moans rang crystal clear in memory, his cock twitched at the remembrance of the stranger's laugh.

He grunted in annoyance and started the car; he was going to find that bastard that roofied him and beat the shit out of him. Maybe ask for his number.

~"~

The bar was calmer during the day, no one really drinking are chatting up storms with strangers looking for a good time or just some social contact. Thank god the barkeeper from last night was working today as well, his grubby face set in annoyance upon seeing Altair enter.

"What'd ya want?" He grunted; clearly not over the fact that the cop had ignored all of his advances.

Altair glared, smirking inwardly at the barkeepers flinch. "You know the guy from last night I was with?"

"The Italian guy, he's a regular here, ya know." The barkeeper gestures wildly at the bar, his face scrunched in anger. "Comes in with a nice suit, flashes them pearly whites an' the folks 'ere fall right in his lap!"

Altair raised an eyebrow, "Everyone?"

"Everyone!" He squawked.

"Does he ever buy them drinks? Did I get a drink from him?"

The man's face bulged, "Never buys 'em! Ya thinkin' roofie? Cuz I wish, but he don't ever buy drinks. Bastard just has to talk an' smile prettily." He trailed off with a snort, his meaty hands making a U-shape symbol that was supposedly to be a smile.

"Right. When is he usually here?" Keeping it professional, even though the guy was grating against Altair's nerves, he asked.

"Dunno, usually nightly." His face brightened and smiled at Altair gleefully. "D'ya want a drink? I got a special just fo-!"

"Fuck no." Altair interrupted with a glare usually reserved for low life scum that he interrogates with, well, actually intimidate with. As if he wanted to drink that murky stuff from a questionable barkeeper that was always leering at him.

He psychically reeled back in shock at the deadly glower, "O-oh." The guy sat up straighter and gestured behind Altair's back. "Y-Yer man's 'ere."

Quickly, Altair whipped around to see, in fact, that the Italian had arrived and was in tow with another man. His companion had short brown hair and a wide smile on his face, his arm was slung over the Italian's stiff shoulders. Altair pushed off the counter and made a beeline for the two, taking note with how close they were with a flicker of disdain. It was very pleasing to see the Italian's eyes widen in panic as he approached them, his companion seeming to be amused.

"You," Spat out Altair, "did something to me last night! It's not normal for my memory to be this jacked up without some kind of drug influence. I'm about to drag your ass to the police station where you can bet your pretty face can get guys there!" He fisted the shirt of the surprised man with a sneer, vehemently ignoring the heat that pooled when those shocked brown eyes met his furious hazel ones.

"Oh God Ezio, he is here! He remembers." Crowed the gleeful man, nearly bouncing in excitement for some reason Altair couldn't care less; the Italian's name sounded familiar.

He grinned savagely. "Ezio, is it? Your friend here has confirmed that my memory was in fact meddled with. Care to explain how?" He could hear the occupants of the bar whispering and staring at the drama unfolding in front of them and he knew he should get out of here. Altair pulled the silent man, Ezio, with him out the front door.

The friend followed them outside, smiling and just downright pissing Altair off with how close he hovered near Ezio. "We don't need you coming along as well." He did not say that out of jealousy. At all.

Ezio finally seemed to come alive and patted his friend on the shoulder, "I'll see you later, after I fix this." He avoided looking at Altair when he said that, like he meant something completely different about fixing this situation.

The friend hugged Ezio enthusiastically in a bear hug and ruffled his hair. He winked at the cop's disgruntled look, "Baby brother's just shy now that he understands what's happening right now; it's rare that this happens to our kind. We're always going from one human to another; it's in our nature, so this is very awkward for him."

Altair felt his eyebrows rise to his hairline, the way he talked like they were a different species sending a wave of alarm through his body. He could recall that Ezio had also talked in that way, saying things that sounded like he was hinting at Altair something secret. Something that might not be human comprehended.

Ezio hissed, "Federico! You're saying too much!" He fought out of the embrace while Altair crossed his arms, he felt like everything was going over his head and smacking him in the face teasingly. He was missing something here.

"What the hell are you talking about?" He demanded.

Free from his joyful brother, Ezio stood awkwardly in front of the impatient cop and stared intensely at his chin. "Aren't you arresting me? "

Altair grunted and pushed him towards the cop car, deciding that talking in front of the bar and his brother wasn't ideal. He glared murderously as the shorter man opened the passenger seat and settled in with a slight smirk, obviously recalling the state Altair was in when he was there. He couldn't wait to shove this guy in a holding cell.

"Be kind to Ezio. He's having trouble accepting this." Altair rolled his eyes at Federico and turned to snap at the guy only to be met with a serious face that unnerved him greatly. Apparently this guy could be gleeful then menacing in a blink of an eye, he'd be perfect for Malik.

"I'm only, uuh, questioning him. I have no evidence that he drugged me last night but my actions weren't…controlled." Altair finished lamely, embarrassed that he heard Ezio chuckle when he finished.

Federico nodded, "It's hard to resist the pheromones we ooze out when we got a prey in sight. But you're not a prey now."

"Uh…" Altair had no idea how to respond to that and watched the man practically skip away, waving at his mortified brother. Ezio grumbled and shifted around while Altair opened his door with intention to demand answers to ease his confusion.

"Altair Ibn-La'Ahad? Mouthful."

Altair quickly swooped into his seat and ripped his wallet from the slender fingers holding up his Id with a cheshire cat grin. He pulled out his hand cuffs from the glove box and held them in front of Ezio's smug face. "I will cuff you."

Ezio batted his eyes, "Go for it, bello."

'For fucking hell!' The image of cuffing a moaning Ezio to his bed and teasing him endlessly for being so damn smug fluttered in his head. Altair swallowed and eased back into his seat, the cuffs fell out of his hand and onto Ezio's lap. The car already felt like it was smothering in five seconds with the heat and tension that rolled off both men. Surprisingly, it was Ezio that looked away first with a panicked look and shifted to try and hide his boner from the heated gaze of the cop.

Beautiful.

Ezio cleared his throat, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't encourage your heat while you're still confused."

"My heat?" Altair repeated in wonder, shifting the handle to drive and glanced at his own lap to see that he was also hard.

"It's what our kind produces to increase sexual want and pleasure. It's a feral part of us."

Altair slowed at the yellow light and glared at the frowning man. "There you go again. Your kind, like you're not human. And bullshit, there's no 'heat' that humans can produce. "

This time Ezio captured his glare with one of his own, his beautiful face stormy with anger that had the cop confused. Ezio snatched his right hand from the steering wheel and Altair blinked in surprise as a chaste kiss was placed on his wrist. The heat seeped upward, sending tingles that had his toes curling and last night reappeared clearly in his head, the dry rut and haze like lust that had Altair nearly boneless.

Altair gasped and wrenched his hand from the stiff grip, placing his unsteady hand on the wheel. The light was green but Altair didn't care, he was too busy trying to keep his heart steady and not lose his head.

"That was the influence from the heat I was talking about. I can also block out myself from memories so questions don't arise and a situation like this can be avoided."

"Bullshit! I remember!" Snapped Altair and hit the wheel in anger. There was no way this was happening, there had to be an explanation here!

Ezio let out a groan of annoyance, "Our kind ca-"

"What is your kind?!" Shouted Altair, turning to the vexed creature in his car and he wondered where his gun was. Ezio regarded him with a scowl, wishing that he never met this man last night and he wouldn't be in this predicament.

"Calm down and drive to your house. Or I'll make you."

His tone of voice was dark and furious; Altair found that he didn't care. "Do not fucking tell me to calm down! I have half a mind to shoot you!"

Faster than he could see, a forceful hand grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him towards Ezio. Their lips smashed together and Altair melted into it, his hands gripping the wheel for dear life as he let the tongue search his wet cavern without a fight. Ezio nipped his bottom lip and pulled back with a pleading smile, "Please? Just to your house and I'll explain everything."

Subconsciously he knew Ezio was controlling him with that 'heat' thing and his actions but Altair pressed down on the gas nevertheless. He fought against the haze enough to let out a glare at the familiar street of his home, parking right where they rutted last time; the memories invoked his limbs to feel warm and his arousal to heighten. A groan escaped before he could stop it and he hastily got out of the car, locking it and marching to his door without a backwards glance.

He fumbled with his keys and opened his front door, aware of the warm presence behind him. Both men entered the house and stood uncertainly in the living room, Altair knew he should be asking questions so he sat in his armchair. Ezio folded into the black couch and crossed his arms and legs, looking every bit uncomfortable; Altair was glad for that.

"So, want to fill me in on what the fuck you are?" Altair grunted out and folded his own arms across his chest. The heat and burning throbbing had subsided and Ezio was looking everywhere but at him, a fact that sparked anger in Altair.

Ezio gestured to himself and then at Altair, "We are incubi. Basically, we are sexual creatures that gain life and power from sleeping with others."

Altair stared in shock, "I'm an incubus?" He let out a breathless chuckle in disbelief, Malik was right in saying he had more night stands then what was approved for humans. In a way, he shouldn't be that surprised after every man and women he ever leered at slept with him with no fight. They were always so willing and he was always so much more energized the next day, his partners sated and Altair bustling around with a shit eating grin.

"They don't forget me though and I don't really remember controlling them." Pointed out Altair as he recalled only smiling here and there and that was it.

The smaller incubus shrugged, "You don't have to. You're already handsome enough to get anyone you want and all you really have to do is make eye contact. I can't believe you just now awaken your heat."

"What's that?"

Ezio looked pained, "Your part of self that influences or hold power over others, you can use it to seduce multiple people and control them. Usually it's accessible when you're of age, 18, but in some cases there are late bloomers." Here Ezio glared at him almost accusingly and jabbed a finger at him. "You're very late."

Altair raised an eyebrow, "I'm 31. Get over it."

He blinked in surprise as Ezio nearly jumped of his seat like he was going to attack him but at the last moment held back, glowering at him but still avoiding eye contact.

"The fuck is wrong with you?"

"You!" Snapped Ezio, and he angled his body away from him much to his displeasure. "Where are your parents? They should have taught you."

He shrugged, "I was adopted." He could feel his inner detective surface. "My biological parents were also a succubus and incubus?"

Ezio tilted his head thoughtfully as he studied the TV set. "One of them is a succubus or incubus. Or, it could also be that you're the first incubus in your family tree since one of your ancestors. That would explain why it took so long for your heat to activate and why I didn't sense you were an incubus." He casted him a glance then turned to look at the pictures of Malik, Desmond, Shaun, and him at the firing ring.

Altair also studied the picture before looking at Ezio, "You didn't know?"

Ezio snarled, "Your heat was too hidden for me to sense it, I only thought it was your soul being deprived from sex too long. It was so damn lustful and heady…" He trailed off with a frown, his hands clenching his thighs.

There was something sweet tickling at his nose but Altair ignored it in favor of observing the annoyed man. Ezio had a lean and straight posture, his fair hands gripping his thighs and Altair wondered how strong those thighs would be around his waist. He wondered if they were paler then his arms and hairless, if his entire skin was flawless and how would it react to his tongue mapping every area? Altair fisted his armchair and pushed down his arousal, aware that his entire body was trembling to join Ezio on the couch.

Take him.

"Stop it. Mio Dio, you need to learn how to control your heat." Ezio was glaring at him and had met his intense gaze, his eyes golden.

Altair swallowed thickly, "Your eyes are golden. They were like that when we, uh, on the car." Thinking about last night had his body burning hot again and he watched in fascination as Ezio let out a suffering groan, turning away from him. He grinned, "Am I affecting you? Is my heat getting to you?"

A gleeful feeling ensnarled his heart when Ezio nodded, his face looking at his feet like they were fascinating. Altair didn't know why he felt so giddy at the thought of affecting the other like this but he pushed his thoughts to imagine Ezio on his knees, large brown eyes looking through his lashes as he wrapped his greedy mouth over his mushroom head. Altair let out a moan alongside Ezio, who breathed like he just ran around the block.

"Did you smell that?" Altair asked as his skin buzzed with goose bumps and he bit on his bottom lip when that same sweet heady smell entered his nose, this time causing him to salivate.

Ezio huffed, "It's me responded to your damn heat."

"You didn't smell like this before in the bar."

"My heat is different now." Ezio mumbled and he threw a pillow at Altair, making him stop his concentration on embarrassing the smaller man. A part of Altair wanted to see how far he could push Ezio into a lustful haze like he did to himself but he was curious about Ezio's crestfallen expression.

"Why?" He asked, willing his heat to settle in his chest and regain some of his senses. Not too bad of control if you asked Altair.

Ezio gave him a scathing look, "It changed to please you. Federico mentioned it was rare that this," he motioned to himself and then at him, "happens. Two incubi's heat mixing and changing to please each other only happens when they perform a sexual act together."

Altair frowned, he had a feeling this was going to upset Ezio further but he asked anyway. "So what's the big deal?"

Just like he predicted, Ezio shot up and hovered over him with anger rolling off of him; Altair held himself steady and returned the angry glower with one of his own. He didn't like how Ezio acted like he was the enemy, something in him itched to pin Ezio down and show him who was stronger.

"Our species only have sex with each other when they want to only be devoted to each other! It's rare because it's a marriage of steel, a forever! Succubus and incubus don't usually settle down for something that permanent. I thought you were human, if I knew you were an incubus earlier I wouldn't have touched you." Spat out Ezio, his eyes golden with fury and his fist clenched at his sides in restrain.

Altair was in shock for a few moments, "We're married?"

Ezio breathed in and moved out of his personal area, pacing the floor with a thoughtful look. "We can break it off at this stage, we didn't consummate. You would have to release me from this bond." Suddenly Ezio was in front of him again with an eager look, "Just say, 'I break from this soul that was wrong' and I'll just take your heat with me."

Alarmed, Altair met pleading eyes, "Why would you need my heat?"

"It's the sacrifice you are willing to give me to leave me. This is the only way I can get out of this!" Ezio said, his foot tapping impatiently. "You didn't even know you were an incubus for years; I doubt you would care for the heat for the rest of your life."

NO.

Altair narrowed his eyes, "No."

They both just stared down each other, Altair for some reason didn't want to let go of this new found power, this part of him. He knew Ezio was broiling over with rage and he stood to tower over the man, noted that Ezio showed uncertainty but held strong. If it came down to a fight, Altair wondered with excitement who would dominate over the other.

"I thought we weren't officially married? Why can't we leave it at this stage and stay away from each other, you can go back to your life and never see me again."

"You don't understand. I can't sleep with other people like this; I will literally throw up when my heat comes in contact with another's soul. I would have to depend on you for my health and energy until you break this off. Forever together, do you want that?" Asked Ezio, his entire being rigid with silent anger; anger that Altair wanted to overpower with his own strength.

He didn't understand where these sudden urges to overpower Ezio came from but he surrendered to it and before he knew it, he had pushed Ezio against a wall. Altair pinned his weight to the body to stop his struggling and grabbed both wrists, holding them above the snarling beauty. He grinned down at his fuming prisoner, "Not use to being the submissive one, huh?"

"Fuck you! Do you hear yourself?! You're letting your heat get to your head! Control yourself cazzo!" Shouted Ezio and Altair reeled back in surprise at the shear fear in Ezio's tone, he let go of the other and noticed his heat was indeed thriving like crazy in him, clawing to show Ezio who was stronger and in charge. It scared him how much the thing in him had just taken control of his emotions and actions.

"It's the bond, its making you lose control of your heat. You're not use to being an incubus so it's affecting you severely." Explained Ezio with a defeated look; he slumped into the couch with a sigh. "Forget it; your heat is way too unstable for me right now, I might actually end up sucking the life out of someone with double the hunger anyway."

Altair stared at the miserable person on his couch and ran a hand through his cropped hair, "You were scared."

A grunt and Ezio glanced at him, missing eye contact purposely. "I was surprised that your heat overpowered mine so quickly, it meant something I was scared of."

We're the dominant.

"I'm the dominant one." Said Altair without thinking, the thought just floated into his head.

Ezio's head shot up from the couching he settled on and glared at him in warning. "Stop giving into your heat or else it'll control you; you'll be a killing sex machine. Control the fucking thing."

"It helped regain my memories." Supplied Altair, "And it would make me kill people though sex?"

Ezio twirled a hand in the air in a flippant manner, "It only helped you because it wanted to find me to consummate the bond. It could control you during sex with a human and suck the life out of them until it's full, aka killing them. Can I sleep here?"

Altair scoffed, "I thought you would want to stay away after that little dispute?"

"Like I said, I need you now. I'll have to feed off you while Federico visits others of our kind to see if we can get out of this another way." Ezio replied with his face buried in a pillow.

For a while, Altair stands beside the back of the coach studying the backside of his (fiancée?) with a gnawing feeling to saddle up with him. He knows it's the heat in him getting needy and hungry for that amazing sweet smell emitting from Ezio but he himself also wondered how hot the fair skin would be under his hand. The heat in him hums in agreement with his thoughts and he shoves it in a dark corner for now; all he wanted was some sleep to let everything sink in. Besides, Ezio had to be near him just for survival and that meant Altair had all the time to tease and bait the man.

~"~

Between work and Ezio avoiding him by locking himself in the bathroom, Altair was wrung tight with enough sexual frustration to rival Desmond and Shaun. He tried to soothe it by running his hands over a frisky woman in the Starbucks he frequented but that earned him acid taste bubbling up his throat. The mere thought of sexing someone up besides Ezio had his stomach churning and he snarled at the shocked woman before leaving in a rush to get to work. The heat in him pulsed with disgust and anger, actually upset with Altair for trying that.

It made him wonder how Ezio was keeping up, it's been two days and the brunette refused to be near him despite claiming that he needed him. Altair felt a bit rejected and frustrated at Ezio's behavior, at this rate they were both going to starve to death. There was no way Ezio was holding up well since this new food routine was forced on him, he probably felt trapped and defensive. It was clear he would have to attack for both their well beings.

By the time he got a foot through the front door with that thought, Ezio was already scurrying from the coach and making a bee line to the bathroom. Altair snarled and actually pounced on the retreating back, the younger one yelped as arms seized him and slammed him back into the frustrated chest of Altair's.

"I'm sick of this game! We need to feed." Snarled Altair and he coaxed his heat out, ready to persuade the hell of Ezio. He knew the other was weakened from hunger and he had the advantage of his heat being dominant, able to overpower Ezio's rationality. It was a low blow but, hey, they need to eat and Ezio was being stubborn for no good reason.

Of course Ezio already seemed to guess his plan because he thrust his elbow back, connecting with Altair's ribcage and he let go with a surprised grunt. Ezio only got two feet before the cop recovered and slammed him against the bathroom door, twisting one of his arms to dig into his back in a practiced subdue position. Ezio's face hit the door and his cheek stayed on the wood as he turned his head to the side, glaring with one eye at his assaulter.

Altair made sure his entire stance was firm and planted as he met the enraged golden eyes, a smirk tugging his lips. "This could have gone so much easier if you participated."

"Are you forgetting that if we go too far the bond will solidify and we'll be officially mated?" Hissed Ezio while still avoiding direct eye contact, something Altair realized he did so he wouldn't fall to the heat so easily.

Altair shoved his head into Ezio's neck, nibbling along the curve of his shoulder. "Honestly, is it that bad? A never ending supply of sex and power, isn't that what all incubuses want?"

A strained groan was his reply as he sucked the skin underneath Ezio's ear and he released the trapped arm in his grip. Ezio placed his hands on the door in front of him, refusing to touch but also refusing to move away from Altair's ministrations. Altair's hands moved to cup Ezio, kneading the hardening bulge and pulling the shuddering man against him, grinning at the sharp intake of breath as they pulled flush against one another.

"S-stop! We don't ev-fuck!-know each other!" Huffed out Ezio with a gasp; willing himself to keep his hands on the wood and not to thrust into the hands rubbing him.

"We have plenty of time to learn." Altair said simply. He removed his hands to manhandle Ezio to turn and face him, placing chaste kisses wherever he could land them.

Ezio brought his hands up to push lightly against Altair's chest and frowned, "Are you serious about spending a lifetime with me? What if," He hesitated, "What if you don't like me, relationship wise?"

"Well, we need to get in some kind of relationship or we'll die of starvation."

There was a pause of silence and Ezio met his eyes, golden and narrowed. "Just sex?"

Altair shrugged, "Pretty much. Friends with benefits I guess."

For a moment Ezio scrunched his face up in an emotion Altair couldn't understand and he surged forward, clashing their mouths together and twisting his hands into the cop's collared shirt. Altair opened his mouth and moaned as Ezio explored him relentlessly, his tongue swiping and rubbing everywhere. Altair found himself being pushed back into the arm of his couch and then pushed down so he was lying on his back, Ezio following him down.

Ezio sat up so he was straddling the man underneath him, their crotches rubbing against each other and Altair was reminded of their first sexual encounter. He groaned and laid his hands on the pajama pants Ezio wore (his pajamas actually) and tugged them down, Ezio lifting up to help get them off. They both growled in frustration as the pants only fell to Ezio's knees and Ezio wrenched down both Altair's pants and boxers, freeing the hard cock and letting the cloth just sit on the muscled thighs.

Both incubuses wrapped their hands around the other and jerked up and down, Ezio curling forward to nip at the lightly bearded throat as he worked the cock in his hand faster, squeezing upward and releasing as he go down Altair's base. Altair groaned and also moved his fist faster; thumbing Ezio's slit with every upward stroke. He latched onto the craned pale neck and latched on, placing his own marks as Ezio worked on his own neck.

"F-Fuck!" Gasped out Ezio when Altair bit into his shoulder harshly, his teeth indented in the skin, and bucked into his hand from the painful pleasure. "Do that a-annh-gain!"

Altair chuckled, "Biting kink? Learned somethin'."

He bit again and soothed the wound with his tongue, thrusting up into Ezio's fist when the smaller male scrapped his teeth against his adam's apple in warning. "I'll find out your kinks too, smug bastardo."

He won't say it but one of his kinks has to be when Ezio speaks his native tongue, although he's usually cursing him out with that pretty mouth.

They pulled, stroked, and rubbed in frantic when the familiar burn of near release pooled inside them. Altair brought his free hand to fist the brown locks and pull Ezio to his mouth, taking his bottom lip and biting down, smiling when Ezio actually whined with pleasure. They mouthed against each other desperately and both men jerked their hands faster, wanting that blinding release.

With a moan Ezio came, his cum splattering Altair's chest and fist and he twitched as Altair continued to milk him. Ezio slowed his hand and smirked when Altair growled in frustration as his build up stopped.

"Fucking tease." Hissed Altair with a glare; Ezio scooted down Altair's legs, still smirking before he lowered his head.

Altair watched with wide eyes as those pink lips stretched around his cock, his glowing mischievous eyes never leaving his own as he took more of the flesh in. Ezio moved his head up and down slowly, his tongue flat against the underneath of the cock and sucking when he reached the head. He chuckled at Altair's dazed expression and watched as he threw his head back at the trembles around his cock, cursing and bucking up.

"S-shit!" And Altair came, Ezio relaxing his throat to swallow the sperm and released the twitching cock with a 'pop' and wiped the corner of his lips with a sated smirk. The Italian stretched his limbs and got up from his position, chucking the pajama pants to the side and walking to the bathroom with the intent of a hot shower.

Altair watched the sway of his (fiancée's?) hips and grumbled. He kind of wanted to follow for a second round but he wasn't sure if they could have sex for any other reason besides feeding. The heat in him was brimming with satisfaction and happiness from being near Ezio; Altair wondered if it really was a part of him, if the heat was actually a side of him that wanted to be more than a power feed to Ezio.

He sat up as Ezio exited out the bathroom with a towel tied loosely to his hips, eyeing the marks that he left on the pale neck. The heat in his thrummed with pride and possessiveness; Altair bit his tongue and pushed his heat down with disapproval. Ezio wasn't property and he sure as hell wasn't his.

Ezio glared at him, "Whatever it's thinking, control it. You're letting out a shit ton of sexual power."

"Did you know you're not as nearly as polite as you were when we first met?"

"First impressions are everything. Like I said, we know nothing of each other."

"So you fake gentleman nice and then sex up your prey. You're actually a foul mouthed brat that uses people for personal gain." Stated Altair with an unimpressed look, ignoring the sticky mess on his chest as he got up to use the bathroom next. This relationship was going to be sex based only from what Altair can guess by the way Ezio glowered at him.

Ezio grabbed his arm as he passed him, both locking eyes. Ezio sneered, "You made it clear what you wanted, and my personality means shit during sex so that shouldn't be a problem for you."

With that said both men turned from each other, their faces pinched with anger. Altair felt tense and the content from earlier disappeared, this is what they wanted. Sex just for survival and nothing else, just wait for Federico to find a way to break this bond and they could both go their separate ways.

No!

Altair rolled his eyes at the whine the heat sounded. Maybe he should ask Ezio if his heat was this overbearing.

With a sigh he turned on the shower and closed the door behind him, not locking it. He ignored the reason for that and started to strip out of his clothing, hearing the tall tell signs that Ezio was cooking something in the kitchen. Briefly he wondered if this was Ezio's way to finally saying he was getting comfortable being around the house. Altair kind of wanted Ezio to not hate being here, to at least be able to say 'good morning' without a scowl; although that sounded domestic.

Which would be opposite of a sex-only relationship that Ezio had said he wanted, to which Altair agreed to. No wait, wasn't it Ezio that suggested they got to know each other before doing anything? They agreed to "friends with benefits" so that meant a little more than sex-only, Altair liked that wordage better than "only using each other for survival", like Ezio wanted. The heat in him wanted Ezio always near.

Altair isn't sure what the hell he wants.

~"~

Very different from what I started thinking when writing this. The whole Incubus thing got stuck in my head and I was like, "Fuck it. Supernatural sexiness in the mix!" Instead of a one nightstand that ends up into more.

Soooo, this shit is long and well be having a part 2.

Review me. I got a galaxy phone that screams (programmed my horror scream XD) whenever I get a message from my e-mail, thinking about getting a tumblr account just cuz of this phone.

BTW, It's killing me that I can't reply to your reviews without ppl going "THAT'S AGAINST THE RULES MOTHERFUCKER!" ):

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