This was the story with the most reviews and a lot of followers. For being such awesome readers, I've continued the one-shot that will be finished off when I get to it. Thank you people so much and enjoy :D

Desmond walked into the main room of the assassins recent hideout and stopped in puzzlement. The room was void of life anywhere, no Rebecca working on her 'baby', no Lucy sitting at her desk with a coffee mug in hand and no Shawn with his sarcastic british remarks.

Only thing that he could see that was closest to be alive was the faint humming from the animus across the room. The animus 2 faintly glowing from the inside and the brightest thing you could see in the dark room.

Desomond nearly smacked his head when he faintly recalled hearing Rebecca voice when he was half asleep. She mentioned something about everyone else running out of supplies and wanting to get out?

...

Sighing, Desmond felt lonely as his eyes roamed over the Animus chair with an emotion between longing and repulsion. The bleeding effect did not help him that certain night when he was- Desmond mind froze at the memory. A particulary red blush flooding to his cheeks.

"Damn it!" Desmond yelled in the silence as he childishly stomped towards his demise and sat in the chair. His hands already moving across the keyboard to put in the codes for the particular memories he memorized from watching Rebecca.

The only way he could ever see his hot dark Arabian ancestor was through the Animus. Its not like there was any other relief from all the sexual frustration building up ever since that dream. Its not like he could ask it from his fellow assassins or go out and hook up. With the templair order coming after his ass...

Rebecaa?

She's like my sister.

Lucy?

I just couldn't.

Shaun?

Not ever in this fucking lifetime...

Laying his head down on the chair, he relaxed as best as he could with his heart galloping in his chest at the thought of at least seeing Altair again...

Altair was not a happy assassin. Striding from the end of the small room to the other. His frustration strong enough that he couldn't help but growl in the empty room. A place where lone assassins went to for a bit of a break or needed to heal from a deep wound.

But for Altair, lets just say he was politely escorted here after being almost literally thrown out of the assassin headquarters.

He really couldn't blame them, after the certain night where he met the mysterious dark chocolate eyed boy, he grew more attached to the dream and couldn't take another partner. In return his sexual needs were denied of anything but his hand. The lack of true release and no sight of the mysterious boy, his irriation was on the rise. To the point that no one accept other master assassins could talk to him without getting their skin whipped to the bone with his sharp words.

Malik stepped up not to soon and ordered his ass on a break quote, 'Go get yourself laid novice.'

Altair childishly scuffled his feet on the floor to make some noise in the silence. Altair decided to take a free run to release all his pent up enery and exited the small room from the balcony, then climbing onto the roof.

As soon as he stood up on the tiled roof, he dunked at the familar sound of an arrow slicing through the air. Slightly turning his head sideways to peer at the sight of an annoying archer at his post, he turned back around and smirked devishly. Now he had something to take his irritation out on.

Desmond looked at the familar blank landscape around him as the animus loading to a time when Altair was at his prime as an mentor. As he waited for the familar feeling of being fitted into Altair's garbs, he felt utterly confused when the white screen flickered red and a large box with the words Error appeared infront of him. The words 'Desyncrinization' flashing afterword.

Desmond cried out as instead of the white landscape forming into the Arabian village, he was disappearing into white words and letters.

It only seemed like seconds when his ears first heard the sound of the familar rough language of Arabs. Instead of the muffled senses he processed in Altair's head, everything seemed crystal clear.

Opening his eyes, Desmond couldn't believe where he was. Standing in a dusty dark alleyway in some small village donning apprentice assassin garbs with a few standard weapons someone of that status attained. What flabbergasted him the most was that he was in his own body.

"Oh god, I'm sscccrrreeewwweeeddd." He groaned quietly as he searched the surrounding to make sure no one noticed his appearance. Fortunately no one did, to busy with the overcrowded market on the streets. Sighing as he brushed back his short hair, realized his hood was down. Pulling the hood up and over his eyes, he felt almost at peace at the familar assassin garb. Holding up his arm to look at the assassin's traditional blade. Desmond was relieved to find it just like the one he has in the real world, not the one where you had to lose a finger to use it.

About to step out into the marketplace, Desmond stiffened at the familar sound of guards yelling from above. By the upcoming shouting from above, Desmond could pinpoint whoever they were chasing coming this way. Hoping to god that it wasn't a certain master assassin a part of his mind wanted to see. Desmond leaned against the wall and looked up as the sounds of a chase was getting closer by the second.

Altair was both delighted and pissed, would they ever stop? He didn't even fullfil a mission this time and no one was brought down beside the unfortunate guards who got caught up in his through the alleyways, Altair was desperately trying to find a haystack or at least a bench to disappear onto.

Unfortunately the path he took had no places to dunk into and so now he was playing a hide or die game with those who wouldn't give up. Running forward to take another leap over a rather small gap between he wasn't looking down as he passed over, he would have missed him. Later he would be thanking god for seeing familar dark chocolate eyes peering at him from the shadows below.

Without another thought, the master assassin almost inhumanly launched himself over a high wall and did a flip over the otherside.

While the guards were running to the other side to give chase, he was running around the building and keeping himself from view as he headed to the alleyway where he spotted his prey.

Desmond didn't know what to think when his eyes connected with his ancestor. His entire mind went blank at the golden gaze that peered at him from above, like a hawk that contemplated whether he was an enemy or not. Shivering at the burning gaze, he felt secretly glad to see him in action. Always seeing things in Altair's mind, he never truley saw his ancestor from another point of view until now.

Satisfied with at least seeing his crush, Desmond was turning to walk deeper into the alleyway when something dropped from above. Before he could cry out in surprise, the white form launched forward as something covered his mouth from making any noise. Eyes wide in shock, Desmond found himself gazing deeply into the eyes of the hawk.

"What is your name?" Altairs deep clear voice rumbled, Desmond felt like a rabbit as Altair's hand slowly uncovered his mouth.

"D-Desmond." Desmond whispered in the silence as Altair's mouth slightly curved up to form a small smirk.

"Desmond." Altair almost purred as Desmond felt undeniably attracted to how unbelievably hot his name sounded on Altair's lips. Desmond felt heat rise to his cheeks as Altair stepped into his personal space.

Not like he was complaining...

"Now Desmond. Shall we begin where we left off?" With a lick of his lips, Altair launched forward as Desmond quietly groaned at the hot mouth on his. His mouth parting willingly as the master assassin explored his mouth, Altair's arms wrapped around his waist. Weakly lifting his arms to wrap around Altair's neck. Their hoodies slightly lifted as their faces merged into a heated kiss.

Desmond couldn't think as everything felt on fire. "Aalllttaaaiirr." Desmond keened between kisses as Altair nipped his lips playfully. "Mine." Altair softly hissed as well and Desmond could feel Altair's arms tighten around his waist. The fabric of their robes annoyingly rubbing against each other, all he wanted to do was take it off. The pool of heat between his legs growing painfully hard as Altair pushed him against the wall, his mouth ravishing Desmond's.

Pulling back, Desmond muffled his moans on Altair's shoulder as one of Altair's legs slipped between Desmond's, rubbing his crotch repeatingly.

"Oh god please. Please. Moooree." Desmond whimpered as he heard a growl from Altair. Desmond pressing constantly against the knee as he could feel Altair's erection poking at his thigh.

Altair was both blissfully aroused and lustfully frustrated. The novice couldn't get any closer and he didn't want to fuck him in such a dirty place. Slipping his hands on either side of Desmond waist, he grinded the boy onto his knee as he rubbed himself onto Desmond. They were like dogs in heat humping against each other as they kissed viciously, choked moans of pleasure being swallowing into each others mouths.

Burning with passion to take this intoxicating boy, Altair slipped a hand between them to cup his need. The most beautiful sound escaping Desmond's lips as Altair used his other hand to bring Desmond's hand to his own need. Moaning at the electrifying touch, he slipped both hands under Desmond's ass and pulled him up so that their growing erections aligned perfectly. Another wonderful sound coming from Desmond as the boy leaned slightly down with his lips parted for a pink tongue to poke out. Reaching him half way, their tongues slid together in a slippery arousing dance that made their mixed saliva drip down their chin. Altair roughly grinding his need against Desmonds until they could not think about anything but releasing, just like last time. "Desmond. Desmond. Desmond." Altair groaned between puffs of air as Desmond called out ,"Altair. ."

With synchronized groans of bliss, their eyes closed in a mind blowing whiteness of release.

When Desmond finally opened his eyes, he found Altair staring at him with a hunger filled golden gaze. Double grins stretching across their mouths as Altair whispered, "That was wonderful habibi, but I still haven't devoured you yet."

So what do you think? I'm not finished with making this even more awesome because Desmond has not losted his cherry yet to Altair, this was giving a preview for what I'll be doing. If it isn't enough and I need more to it, let me know. Doesn't mean I need advice on 'that', just let me know if it isn't enough to be ...yaoish...First story I made like this. Please review!