In poison places, we are anti-venom
We're the beginning of the end

Ezio kneeled at the grave of his younger brother, tears wetting the flowers placed at his headstone. The rest of the Auditore family stood back. They had all come to pay respects to Petruccio. He had died a year prior from his terminal illness. The atmosphere was stiff and suffocating.

A hand gripped the kneeling boy's shoulder and he immediately turned into the comfort of the other. Altair hugged him tightly.

"This is another year. Be strong for him. Make this a new beginning."

Tonight the foxes hunt the hounds
It's all over now before it has begun
We've already won

Altair watched the boy from afar. He'd denied the other's advances for quite some time, finding a way to leave him shocked that he'd been told 'no' yet again. But this time he was going to initiate the interaction. He walked forwards with a purpose and stepped in his path.

The Italian crossed his arms and smiled, eyes meeting the other's. "Yes?"

Without a word he grabbed the other boy into a kiss, surprising him. Altair had Ezio right where he wanted him.

We are wild, we are like young volcanoes

"Faster."

A grunt.

"I said faster, god dammit."

Ezio's breath fogged up the glass of the warm car. He moaned breathily again and again as Altair found that one spot that drove him crazy, unable to form anymore words. The backseat squeaked in protest but neither noticed in their frantic rutting.

Rough, ragged breathing, mouths aching to control the other, hands roaming all over and driving each other crazy with need.

No control.

Come on make it easy, say I never mattered
Run it up the flagpole

"Ezio, please say something."

"There's nothing left to say. I guess we're breaking up."

"Feel some emotion! Please! Hate me! Yell at me! I deserve it. Say you never loved me."

"Altair, I can't…"

"I hurt you and you know it. I don't want you to forgive me and move on. I want it all to be out there."

Ezio shook his head and turned away.

We will teach you how to make boys next door
Out of assholes

He was too cool for anyone. You were lucky if he gave you a sidelong glance. Slicked back hair and a motorcycle. Textbook definition of someone not worth your time.

He showed up at Altair's doorstep with flowers and a goofy, apologetic smile.

And Altair wouldn't have it any other way.