"I believe it is customary for one to thank someone who has just saved their life." He said, his tone sounding quite amused. He lowered his hood and flashed Altair a grin.
"Thank you." the elder assassin muttered, not liking that he was feeling rather pathetic. Water, his Achilles heel.
"That's a little better." The man offered Altair his hand to help him up. "I am Ezio. Ezio Auditore. I can see you are an assassin like me, what is your name?"
Altair regarded Ezio with a skeptical look, but considering that he had just saved him, it seemed only just. "Altair." He said tacitly. "I must get back to my mission." He started to turn, but Ezio grabbed his wrist, mindful of the hidden blade he knew was on his person.
"If you are going to be taking missions in Venezia, then perhaps you should learn to swim, old man." He teased, "I can teach you..."
"There is no time for folly." Altair replied, wrenching his hand from Ezio's grasp. "And I know a great deal more about the world than you do, child."
"There may not be time for folly, but there is also no room for failure if your missions are anything like mine. Are you so proud that you cannot let me-"
"I made a miscalculation, a simple mistake. To err is human, and alas I am not above that- I know this- but do not test me, Ezio. I do not have time for this chat, and I do not have time to learn trivial things such as swimming."
"It is not really so trivial when not knowing it nearly robbed you of your life." The younger man pointed out. "Besides, it is not so hard... or is it perhaps that you are afraid?" laughter gleamed in his eyes as he suggested this to the older assassin. Altair frowned.
"I have stared death in the face countless times! Why would I be afraid of-"
"Well, if you are not afraid then you should learn how to swim."
Altair had had enough of this. He moved with lightning speed, pinning Ezio to the grotto wall, "We all have our flaws, and it appears that in exchange for a swimming lesson or two, I shall have to impart on you the virtue of stilling your tongue when you are speaking to your elder." He hissed, face mere inches from Ezio's, lips curled in a snarl. His amber eyes locked with the younger assassin's, noting the look in them- fiery and persistent- he had good eyes. The snarl contorted into a smirk as his lesson plan dawn on him.
He closed the distance between them, locking lips with the Italian roughly, keeping his arms pinned down. It was at this instant that he acknowledged he hadn't seen this sort of action in far too long...
Ezio had been caught off guard by the sudden action, Altair's lips crushed against his. His eyes widened, and he could feel the elder's tongue probing, demanding entry and he willingly gave it, pressing back against the other man as a small moan tore itself from his throat. Altair pulled back and said, "If you will not still your tongue, then I shall do it for you."
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"Thank you." the elder assassin muttered, not liking that he was feeling rather pathetic. Water, his Achilles heel.
"That's a little better." The man offered Altair his hand to help him up. "I am Ezio. Ezio Auditore. I can see you are an assassin like me, what is your name?"
Altair regarded Ezio with a skeptical look, but considering that he had just saved him, it seemed only just. "Altair." He said tacitly. "I must get back to my mission." He started to turn, but Ezio grabbed his wrist, mindful of the hidden blade he knew was on his person.
"If you are going to be taking missions in Venezia, then perhaps you should learn to swim, old man." He teased, "I can teach you..."
"There is no time for folly." Altair replied, wrenching his hand from Ezio's grasp. "And I know a great deal more about the world than you do, child."
"There may not be time for folly, but there is also no room for failure if your missions are anything like mine. Are you so proud that you cannot let me-"
"I made a miscalculation, a simple mistake. To err is human, and alas I am not above that- I know this- but do not test me, Ezio. I do not have time for this chat, and I do not have time to learn trivial things such as swimming."
"It is not really so trivial when not knowing it nearly robbed you of your life." The younger man pointed out. "Besides, it is not so hard... or is it perhaps that you are afraid?" laughter gleamed in his eyes as he suggested this to the older assassin. Altair frowned.
"I have stared death in the face countless times! Why would I be afraid of-"
"Well, if you are not afraid then you should learn how to swim."
Altair had had enough of this. He moved with lightning speed, pinning Ezio to the grotto wall, "We all have our flaws, and it appears that in exchange for a swimming lesson or two, I shall have to impart on you the virtue of stilling your tongue when you are speaking to your elder." He hissed, face mere inches from Ezio's, lips curled in a snarl. His amber eyes locked with the younger assassin's, noting the look in them- fiery and persistent- he had good eyes. The snarl contorted into a smirk as his lesson plan dawn on him.
He closed the distance between them, locking lips with the Italian roughly, keeping his arms pinned down. It was at this instant that he acknowledged he hadn't seen this sort of action in far too long...
Ezio had been caught off guard by the sudden action, Altair's lips crushed against his. His eyes widened, and he could feel the elder's tongue probing, demanding entry and he willingly gave it, pressing back against the other man as a small moan tore itself from his throat. Altair pulled back and said, "If you will not still your tongue, then I shall do it for you."