( Ezio x Altair) " A soulmate in time"

Part #6, " A Whole - Hearted Act"

Ezio opened the door for Altair chivalrously, as he had obliged the offer.

" It is so unique here! It is really detailed compared to Arabia's dusty sand and rough buildings...", Altair said, a painful sort of excitement in his voice that made Ezio feel a guilty pleasure on his face as it turned slightly red.....

..........But Ezio took the comment as a compliment....

The two assassins walked in the same rythmic motion, their steps covering one another with a musical beat that had created a galloping grace as they clicked softly, tapping the stone bricks carefully. They had always walked that way, it was normal for them. But they both knew that they were indifferent from the rest of the cities own steps that came from the bustling crowds in the Italian city of Florence. Their steps danced an instinct - like tango, the two fit perfectly; an encore show that a crowd could be attracted to. Florence was beautiful, but no place, person, or anything could surpass Altair's traits; and he was better than just a flat beautiful in his new outfit.......

So many moments of silence had passed, not just awkward ones, but enough time for them to think about the situation they were in. Altair definitely did not belong in this time period, and you could tell by just a couple of his own quips... knowledge wracked from just the tone of his speech. Not that Italy had lacked knowledge, it was actually quite the contrary....

The new era called the " Renaissance" , was all for the new knowledge, and challenges that were faced in the past were being acquitted by new discoveries being made daily! It may have just been the sense of high sophistication that Altair has that really set things out of balance. The two just had some differences in their perspectives because of culture. This had shown not everything about the issue at hand, but it at least showed he wasn't from Europe at all....

Ezio and Altair had walked in an alleyway. Empty, dark, and stone cold. Ezio could tell that Altair was being cautious, and had his eyes open, looking deeply in the area. Ezio had grabbed Altair unexpectedly, kissing his lips softly. But then he had become more rough and messy with Altair. Altair was blushing deeply already, and...oh....and this was just the beginning.....!

Ezio began to kiss more deeply, adding pressure so that he could find an opening in Altair's lips. Altair was confused, and the more he tried to resist out of embarrassment, it just made him look cuter to Ezio. But at the same time.... he was lusting for more. Altair felt the pressure on his lips become so strong, he couldn't resist it anymore, so he opened them bashfully, allowing Ezio to search his mouth, tasting him....but he wanted more.

Ezio had taken the hood of the other assassin off, revealing Altair's dreamy face and honey - coloured eyes, getting lost in them - a piercing gold, wanting and full of intent. Ezio pulled the robes now, resting by Altair's collarbone. Altair shuddered at the feeling of Ezio's hot breath on his collar, but on the other hand, it also sent a tingle that rung down inside his pants, knocking some sense into his member.

Altair was so turned on by this, he didn't know how long he could take this anymore....

" Just do it already! Do you even want me, or are you just teasing me like one of your dogs?", Altair shot back to Ezio in an audible and demanding whisper. 

Ezio had replied flirtatiously, in a sexy tone, trying to set Altair off on a rampage of moans, saying huskily, " Alright, amore, but I warned you! I like to bite! ~"

Ezio had taken his tongue, and Altair's, and sucked the tip making Altair scream in pleasure, bobbing his head back and forth. " That's right! ~", Ezio said into Altair's red - hot ears. Then he moved down with his tongue, and placed it warmly onto Altair, licking and sucking his collarbone. Altair replied to this by moaning and gasping under the warmth that Ezio had given off. Ezio stripped Altair and himself of their robes. Afterward, he continued the saliva - dripping; he then saw that Altair was a hot mess....