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The man frowned at him. "Speak," he barked.

Naji jumped. "I--uh--Malik said that--"

"Malik?" the man cut him off.

He nodded. "Yes. He, ahh, he told me to, ah, watch his pet--bird--you, I suppose, and--"

The man suddenly looked fierce, stiffening. "He told you of us?" he hissed.

Naji could practically see every muscle in the man's body coiling.

"Wait, wait!" he cried, fearing the man was about to gut him, "He said he'd explain, that you'd know what to look for, he said he left you a message! It's the truth, I swear!"

The man was silent for a moment before turning his head. He gazed back at Naji. "Don't move."

Naji shook his head vigorously, hoping that quick compliance would stay the other's hand from violence.

The man kept his eyes firmly fixed on him as he stepped back, retreating back to where the horse was tethered nearby. Finally, he turned his head and rummaged through the saddle bag. Normally, Naji would've bolted the second he was not being watched, but he had read the message loud and clear in the other's gaze, and didn't dare tempt the consequences. Stupid he might sometimes be, but not suicidal!

Finally the man withdrew a somewhat small but thick book from the bag and quickly thumbed through it to the back. Then he paused, reading. Naji watched anxiously, swallowing.

A few long minutes past before the elder looked up and glared fiercely at him, clearly not happy with whatever information the book had dispensed. He gave a snort and replaced it, before striding forward until he was practically toe to toe with Naji, looming in his face, assessing.

"What has he told you of me?"

Naji relaxed a little, and thought on an acceptable answer. "...Not to run?"

At this the man quirked an eyebrow.

Naji gave a nervous laugh. "Ah, ah ha, uh...I might...that is..." he fidgeted and willed himself to meet the man's curious golden gaze, "Are...are you...really the bird...?"

He couldn't believe he was even asking such a thing, it was so...ridiculous!

The man gave him a hard, assessing look.

"If I am?" he said at last.

Naji felt the strange urge to laugh, and a few quick, panicked chuckles slid past his throat. He felt a little hysterical, but he tried to push it down.

"To think you were..." he paused, "I guess it...no it doesn't make sense at all, but what he said does...how..." he muttered to himself a moment before looking up, "Do you, ah, do you have a name...?"

This deepened the frown somewhat. "I am called Altair. He did not tell you this?"

"It didn't come up. But this is..." he shook his head, "This cannot possibly be happening. How could you be a bird? I don't...what sorcery would do such a thing?" he pressed a hand to his head in an attempt to calm his raging thoughts. "I'm so confused."

"You mean to say you know nothing?"

There was no mistaking the grated and agitated tone in Altair's voice. "About what?"

"About the nature of our situation!" the elder snapped, as though it were obvious, "He told you nothing? About why we're like this?"

Naji frowned and shook his head. "I...he simply said he wanted me to help him with something. I am in his debt, so he said I must repay him by lending him my aid. It didn't specify to what end or what I needed to do. The night was coming and he just told me to watch his eag--you--and said he would explain come morning."

"Tell me what you do know then. Every word he said to you."

Naji was beginning to grow annoyed himself with the badgering. As far as he could tell, he had not done anything wrong here. He was the victim. It was not like he asked to be entrusted with this secret, and what a secret it was. He would rather have nothing to do with any of this, but he owed a debt to Malik, and he had no choice but to pay it somehow. So he did he best to explain everything he could, repeat everything that was said. He was no more sure than Altair why exactly Malik had involved him.

At some point Altair had taken it upon himself to sit of a small rock ledge while Naji endorsed his tale, and so he followed suit, plopping himself heavily on the ground because really, he needed to sit after all this. It didn't take him too long to wind down his tale, and then he waited for a response.

The golden-eyed man made a frustrated gesture. "Malik has allowed an outsider into our business. Clearly he has taken leave of his senses."

Naji was offended, rising quickly to his feet. "I would not tell anyone! Even on the outset that they believed such fanciful nonsense, because honestly I can scarcely believe it and I'm seeing it with my own two eyes, I would never betray Malik like that!"

"Wouldn't you? What exactly has he done to earn your loyalty?"

"I would have died at the hands of the soldiers if not for him! He stayed their blades and helped me escape, and he trusted me to help you, even though you are by far the rudest man I've yet to know!" With that, he boldly shoved Altair.

Altair tumbled slightly, taken off guard, before scowling. "I am sure you deserved their ire, petty thief that you are. Return that to me now."

He huffed, but returned the pouch.

Altair snatched it from him, grumbling. "You would do well in the future not to steal from soldiers unless you can handle what happens if you're caught."

"I thank you for the wise advice," he sniped, bowing his head and sweeping out his arm.

Altair pinched the bridge of his nose, "I will be commended if I manage not to kill you before the night is over, boy."

I'm just finding this now, and I can't wait to see what happens next! This is really amazingly written.

Wow, what a large update~!! I've been spoiled!

Naji's first encounter with Altair so far is just priceless. (Pushing him over like that, phht!) He WILL be lucky if Altair doesn't attempt to kill him.

Thanks again for the update;
I'll be eagerly awaiting for another post~!

I don't really like mpreg but you, good anon, make me want to read more.

This is really well written and xjshfcehwjc Kadar! I just love him. :')

And I really like how your portray Altair and Malik's relationship, they're so adorable but still have that sass between them. Lol, sass? Whut?

Please continue, anon!

this got filled, i just didn't bother checking the fills only area xD

But when i did asgdjasgk i was happier than a vampire living in a blood bank, FUCK!

I absolutely loved it, writeranon great job 8D better yet I ADORED IT FFF- I HAVE NO WORDS SEE GOD i can't come up with anything so here have a muffin. /gives

And the Kadar parts where he's just grossed out to the limit i couldn't LOL any harder <3333 WAITING FOR MOAR :3

THIS. This was so beyond perfect, hot and sweet and so well written, LOVED THIS SO MUCH!!!!!!

Originally found here: http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/16841.html?thread=1105097#t1105097

Continued forever later because someone did ask for it.

Some days Shaun wished he'd never heard of Abstergos. Wished that he'd never been arrogant enough to think all the problems in the world could be solved if he just looked at everything logically. That he'd never found that one thread of info that, to his eyes, so clearly lead to one group behind the scenes controlling everything. That he'd never been naive enough to think that by sharing it with the world all the problems would be fixed. If he'd just kept his head down and followed along like an obedient little sheep his life would be simpler to say the least.

Those are the bad days.

When he's been up twenty-four hours, alert only by the power of his own will and the fumes of the coffee pot that temporarily takes up permanent residence in his hand. When the missions go wrong and Shaun swears he can feel every gasp and scream through his audio link with whatever team he's supposed to be helping. When it takes everything he has to cut that link when the echoing silence after the last scream is replaced by mocking voices. Prodding and pressing for any little scrap of info they can drag out of him. Those days are few and far between, thankfully, despite the increasing number of risky missions they've been running lately.

Most days, Shaun is content with his lot in life.

Smugly satisfied with the fact that he was good enough to see something that's been hidden for hundreds of years. Proud of the fact that he is good at the jobs he does. Not that it stops him from complaining about the conditions he's found himself having to put up with, but that's completely normal. Shaun firmly believes that no human on the planet is ever truly happy unless they can bitch and moan about something.

Then there are the other days.

The days when he really wishes the Assassins had never found him in time. That Rebecca had been delayed just five more minutes. That he'd died quickly and peacefully of a bullet to the back of his head. Those are the really bad days. The ones where he finds himself giving serious contemplation to putting a bullet through his own brain to finish what Abstergos started.

Days like today.

Finding himself pinned to the wall --with bloody tentacles-- by Alex Mercer was the perfect start to a spectacularly bad day. In fact, if what little information Shaun had been able to gather was right, it was a fantastic start to getting himself killed.

Or raped. Which had become a possibility disturbingly fast and only increased the longer he stayed pinned. The hysterical part of his mind --firmly locked away in the interest of self-preservation-- pointed out that he had no one to blame for that but himself as he technically seemed to have started it.

"Bastard!" Shaun hissed out ignoring the pain as Alex bit him again, and tried harder to get out of the man's grip. Pain radiated through his neck and he could feel the warm slide of blood as it rolled down his neck.

What he knew about Alex wouldn't be enough to fit into a metaphorical thimble. Even after he'd wasted time hacking into the ridiculously complex communication system the military had set up. What he found only confirmed what anyone could learn within five seconds of seeing the man. Fast, strong, dangerous-

Alex grinned at him, teeth looking startlingly white with Shaun's blood on them. An unnaturally long looking tongue flicked out to catch a drop escaping the corner of his mouth.

-and completely insane.

"Shut up," Alex said, no ordered, and then enforced it. A tendril rose out of his chest to wind tight around Shaun's neck. It was an alien sensation. Slightly cool and dry it slid against his skin with a slight burn that he forgot when he realized the intent.

Shaun gasped a protest that was unintelligible as his airway was abruptly closed. Blind panic gripped him then and he stupidly struggled. Head whipping side to side and hands clawing against what bit of Alex was in reach. Even as adrenaline kicked in, Shaun could feel himself calming down. The burn of his lungs and the way his vision blurred were far too familiar to him.

Another part of his mind clinically noted that he was seconds away from passing out. It wondered if he'd ever wake up.

The first rush of air was as sweet and painful as it was unexpected. His head spun with euphoria as he sucked in several quick breaths before pausing. It was an old instinct that knew too much, too fast was just as bad as none at all. Born from the days before he'd really got on Abstergos' bad side and thought asphyxiation was titillating. Back when the thought of death and pain wasn't as much of a reality as it was now.

He banished those thoughts as quickly as they appeared, now was not the time to reminisce about his sordid past. Shaun slumped against the wall and breathed until he could see Alex clearly. His voice, when he spoke was hoarse. "What the hell do you want?"

Alex tilted his head to the side. An oddly delicate and birdlike gesture. "What do you want?"

"I don't-" Shaun trailed off into a series of coughs that emphasized how bruised and abraded his throat felt. Goddammit. He didn't need that reminder.

Alex was grinning, eyes staring him down intently as he shifted. One thigh sliding between Shaun's and rubbing up. Making Shaun horrifyingly aware of how little his body cared for what his mind might or might not want.

Shaun blanched.

"You like that," Alex said. The suddenly sharp tips of his fingers running down Shaun's chest. Nicking his skin as he casually ripped open Shaun's shirt. Playing with the blood that beaded up from the shallow cuts. "I can play that game too."

Shaun hadn't the air to protest before. Still didn't but the man's intent was hideously clear enough that the word wrenched out with his coughs. "No!"

"I wasn't asking for permission," Alex said it simply and calmly. Claws slicing deeper making Shaun cry out in pain. The tentacle around his neck slipping and sliding in a lazy coil that tightened by tiny increments. "Just so we're clear, I'm going to fuck you. Anyway that I want to and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it."

"No," it's a useless protest Shaun knows it but it slips out anyway. Ignored like everything else he's said.

"Now, get on your knees," Alex ordered and didn't give Shaun a chance to comply. One broad hand grabbing his shoulder and forcing him down. Putting his face level with the man's hard dick hanging out of his open jeans.

Shaun struggled to push away but Alex's hand did not budge.

His prick slid across Shaun's lips and cheek. Leaving behind something slick that made Shaun clench his teeth shut hard. Turning his head sharply away for good measure. Alex only laughed at his display. One hand grabbing his hair and forcefully turning him back while the other cupped his cheek in a parody of gentleness.

"I got no problems doing you dry," Alex ran his thumb down Shaun's nose, the warning behind it clear. "You might though. Suck it."

Shaun shuddered and opened his mouth. Tasting the trail of fluid left behind, familiar and yet off, before his mouth was unceremoniously filled with the man's dick. Shaun choked, hands flying up to grip surprisingly bony hips in a futile attempt at control. He was pulled down though, feeling every inch of the prick sliding in and down his throat and making him gag.

Just as abruptly, he was released. Shaun pulled away with a gasp and almost fell face first onto the cold floor. He looked up at Alex who leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. Only the tentacle around Shaun's throat keeping him from running.

"I'm not doing the work for you," Alex said, an amused smile turning his lips up. "I'm going to fuck you. If you don't want me to rip you in half you'd better get to work. Before I lose my patience."

Shaun breathed harshly feeling sick. If the past few minutes --oh god it felt like hours-- had taught him anything it was that Alex didn't waste words on meaningless things. The man was planning on fucking Shaun, and nothing short of a small brigade was going to stop that from happening.

Fury clouded his mind and Shaun welcomed it. The feeling burnt away the sick helplessness that had been dictating his actions until now. He had no control over this but he didn't have to play the perfectly helpless victim.

Shaun glared up at Alex and took his glasses off, folding them up and carefully sliding them towards where his guns had gone. Everything turned blurry, a small comfort, but he didn't need to see for this.

"Patience?" Shaun said in the tone of voice he only used when he wanted someone to hit him. The one that could make even Lucy's fists itch. "If this is patient I'd hate to see what impatient is like. What do you do? Fuck the cooling corpses?"

The tentacle around his throat tightened and Shaun quickly opened his mouth to swallow the man's prick. Sucking hard enough to hurt most men and feeling just a bit smug when the stranglehold loosened and Alex moaned.

It never mattered what Shaun said when he was on his knees. He could quite cheerfully flay a man with insults and get away with it. As long as he spit shined his nob good.

And Shaun was damned good when he had half a mind to it.

Breathing through his nose he slowly took the man in as far he could. Stopping just short of his gag reflex. Tongue curling around the hard flesh in random patterns. Fingers loosely gripping what he couldn't fit his mouth around. Gripping those inches in a tight grip that would make most men scream in pain.

Alex, made of stronger stuff, only rolled his hips forward and hissed, "Fuck, yes!"

Shaun moved with the motion one hand braced on the other man's hips for balance more than control. His thoughts came quicker and clearer now.

He fumbled his belt. Sliding it loose without slowing his pace was tricky but Shaun had incentive to help him push down his trousers and boxers.

He moved his hand back up Alex's prick until his fingers brushed his own lips. Pushing them past and along the man’s length, getting them good and wet. Like hell he was taking anything up his arse without some preparation. Especially not a prick this size.

Shaun pulled his fingers out and almost gagged as Alex shoved back in sharply. He rolled his eyes up to glare at the smirking man.

"I'm ready now," one clawed finger traced down under Shaun's eye, "you might want to hurry."

Shaun nearly growled and brought his hand down to his own arse. He shoved two fingers in without pause. It burned like a mother but Shaun didn't mind a little of that. Just a little though, and with that in mind he began to stretch his hole. Anything to make it a bit more bearable.

Shaun spread his fingers apart as he took a deeper breath through his nose. Swallowing down a moan as he brushed against his prostrate he carefully took in more of Alex's prick until he had swallowed all of it. Alex hissed at that. The tendril flexing around Shaun's throat as the other man curled deadly fingers in his hair. Shaun consciously suppressed his gag reflex and remembered all the times he'd willingly --happily-- done this. If he was lucky he could convince Alex to let him just do this. Fuck his throat until he came, infinitely less painful in the long run.

It was a useless hope.

"Now," Alex growled. One hand locking around Shaun's head and pulling him back.

Shaun made a frustrated noise as he was pulled off. Damning his luck as he dropped to the ground and pulled his fingers out. Alex looked down at him, a feral grin on his face.

It wasn't enough. Not enough spit, not enough fingers. Shaun spared a thought for his kit, safely back at the building his team used as a home base, filled with all sorts of medical supplies that were slick and safe to use internally. If he lived he'd have to remember to always carry something. Never knew when a little slick would be needed after all. Rusty hinges, fiddly drawers, over powered rapists.

He almost laughed at the thought but Alex dropped to the ground. Shaun was on his back with his legs spread in seconds. Hands bruised the skin of his hips and the tendril around his throat flexed as he was bodily moved so his lower body was draped over Alex's lap.

"Oh fuck," Shaun struggled with the returned rush of fear that made his body tense. Trying to relax because the last thing he needed was to explain to Lucy why his arse had been ripped open. He only partially succeeded when Alex pushed in.

Shaun screamed, he couldn't help it.

Not enough, nothing would have ever been enough to prepare him for this. Alex shoving in with one hard thrust. Not stopping until he was all the way in. Shaun split open on his prick and breathing through his teeth. Trying his damnest to relax.

Alex stopped moving bending down to nuzzle Shaun's throat with something suspiciously close to a purr. "You feel so damn good right now. So tight I'd think you were a virgin if you didn't suck cock like a whore."

Shaun sucked in a breath and relaxed focusing on the spike of pleasure. The feeling of being stretched wide by something hot and hard. That brushed teasingly close to his prostrate. That would hit it if only- He bit down on a moan as an experimental shift angled his arse just right.

"You're a kinky fucker," Alex said with a mad grin as he allowed the shift. Blue eyes narrowing as he pulled back, letting his prick slip out almost completely before pushing back in with a snap of his hips that exploded behind Shaun's eyes. "I've consumed a lot of freaks but you're really up there."

Shaun opened his mouth to reply, and didn't close it fast enough as the next thrust made him groan. Damn. It felt much better than it should. Two solid hits on his prostrate and he was already panting like a bitch in heat. Had it really been that long since his last good fuck?

Alex wasted no more time. His thrusts picking up speed and force. Shaun moaned and shuddered under it. One delirious part of his mind noting that he might not be able to walk if he lived through this. His fingers scratched at the cool tile under him, nails cracking as he forced himself to not reach up and grab onto Alex.

Breathing was suddenly impossible, the tendril strangling him again. Shaun couldn't think, couldn't process anything. His mind had shut down giving thought up for the infinitely more preferred feeling of vertigo. Everything else was to be dealt with later.

Words were purred against his ear. Shaun felt the vibration but couldn't comprehend their meaning. The entirety of his fading world centered on the constriction around his throat and the relentless waves of pleasure as his arse was ruthlessly pounded. Moans locked up in his throat, only feeble sounding noises escaped as he hovered over an edge. Whether it was orgasm or death didn't matter anymore.

And then the constriction was gone. With a silent scream, Shaun came. His body arching up into the hold on his neck and the hard prick in his arse. Head swimming and spinning until he didn't know his own fucking name as he shook and came and gasped for breath.

Shaun collapsed. Slamming back into his body with an almost painful jerk. Alex rolled his hips lazily, still hard despite everything. Shaun moaned weakly in protest. Too tired to move or even say anything as the other man kept up his steady pace. Hitting his prostate again and again which made his spent prick twitch every time.

"Yeah," a feral grin slid across Alex's face as he stared down at him with his unnervingly bright eyes. His thrusts came faster. Harder. "Gonna fuck you unconscious."

Shaun flinched as the thick tentacles around his throat slowly slid away. He felt every bruise of the abused flesh more keenly as Alex ran his fingers across them. Both of his broad hands settling against the side of Shaun's neck and slowly tightening. Cutting off the blood flow to his brain this time. Shaun was too worn out to even try to protest as his vision immediately began to swim.

"Maybe I'll consume you," Alex growled. Hips snapping in an increasingly brutal pace that sent pain and pleasure through the fog quickly clouding Shaun's mind. The other man leaned down almost burying his face in Shaun's shoulder as he panted and moaned. "Maybe, maybe I'll let you go. Just so I can do this again."

Fuck, fuck. Shaun shuddered under Alex. Mouth opening on a faint groan as the world abruptly pulled away. Leaving him spiraling down into darkness. Bright flashes of something --pleasure and pain indistinguishable-- punctuated it as Alex sped up.

"Guess you'll find out, if you wake up," Alex said, voice sounding so far away. And then, Shaun heard nothing more.

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"Fuck!" Alex came as his prey went utterly limp under him, dark eyes rolling back into his head. It would be so easy for him to snap the man's neck. Kill him and then consume him. Every fiber of his being wanted that, wanted to taste the man's memories and DNA.

Alex hissed and forced his hands away from the man's fragile neck. Hands gripping a shoulder and hip instead to hold the man still as Alex continued to fuck him with sharp, hard thrusts. Not stopping until he was panting and completely spent.

It'd been good. Way too fucking good to do just once. Alex smiled down at his unconscious prey. He ran his hand down the pale chest, absorbing and tasting the traces of blood and come left over before he pulled out. A bit of his own come leaked out of the man and Alex felt a different kind of hunger stir at the sight. Definitely too good to kill.

"Well, look at that. You get to live," he bent down to the man's bruised and bloody neck. Tongue tracing the collar of darkening bruises before he bit at the unmarked skin under his jaw. "Lucky you."

Alex stood up and walked away. Clothing reforming around him and his mind already going over his next set of plans.

This is FANTASTIC!!
Quick questions- Are Altaïr and Malik married? Are you going to keep writing? PLEASE KEEP WRITING!!!

http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/16841.html?thread=1848265#t1848265

Anon asked for a fic that was all about kissing.

I almost got it right?

~

Desmond isn't desperate.

Lucy laughs in his face every time he says it though. Earlier that day she hadn't stopped until she was a crying, hiccupping mess on the living room floor. Giggling and shaky from the hiccups she'd told him to stop complaining and put on the pants she'd chosen for him. It was two sizes too small and about one good washing away from turning the fashionable holes into something pornographic.

Desmond isn't desperate.

Rebbecca snorts something alcoholic out of her nose when he says it. Swearing immediate vengeance on him, she'd pushed him into a warped game of Seven Minutes in Heaven. With tearing eyes and a glare that would make even Lucy blanche she'd put his name in the hat being passed around. He isn't surprised when his name is the first called, and he gets shoved into a closet. An occupied closet.

Desmond is not desperate, but he has a sinking feeling that he will be in about five minutes.

Because no one had told him that Shaun Hastings, the gorgeous prick, had unbent enough to allow himself to be talked into going to a party. No one told him that Shaun Hastings, with a few drinks in him, could be talked into playing a silly party game only thirteen year olds played. And no one had told him that Shaun Hastings could kiss.

God could the man kiss. Desmond feels his IQ dropping with each touch of tongue. Because Shaun had gone straight for the kill as soon as the door shut behind Desmond. Cutting off anything Desmond might have said. Not that Desmond would have said much. Shaun had a way of bringing out the stupid Neanderthal in Desmond, and his speech was the first thing to be destroyed.

Shaun smells clean. Freshly showered and shaved smooth. Desmond can smell the slightest trace of his aftershave and he knows he's going out to buy some as soon as the party ends because he is actually that pathetic.

The fact that he can even think any of that with Shaun's tongue doing a damn good job of mapping out Desmond's tonsils is either a sign of imminent brain meltdown or a miracle. He's not sure which since the brainpower needed to figure that out has gone to shoving Shaun's glasses up onto his head and messing up his carefully gelled hair at the same time.

"Four minutes!" Rebbecca sings, the closet door doing very little to muffle her gleeful cackling or the cheers of the people out with her.

"Bint," Shaun breathes against Desmond's lips before his tongue dives right back in.

The thick accent goes straight to Desmond's dick and the tiny part of his brain not engaged in sucking face is cursing Lucy's choice in pants. The worn denim had been comfortably snug around his package, but is very quickly becoming painfully tight.

Shifting and squirming does nothing but push him right up against Shaun. Which doesn't help his problem at all. Shaun breaks off and chuckles, hands sliding down from Desmond's shoulders to grip his hips. Pulling Desmond in closer and grinding against him which makes Desmond moan.

Desmond gathers what little of his brain is left and pulls Shaun down. Sucking on his bottom lip and nipping lightly with his teeth. Loving the shudder each nip gets him. He shifts again until his thigh is between Shaun's leg and rubbing against the Brit's dick. Which is definitely as interested as Desmond's in the proceedings.

"Time's up, lovebirds!" Light intrudes harshly on them and Desmond breaks away to shield his eyes from it. Rebecca is silhouetted in the doorway, hip cocked and smirk very obvious in her voice. "Now break it up and take it to a bedroom."

"Uh," Desmond responds intelligently when his brain comes back online enough to comprehend what she's saying. He turns back, feeling his face flush entirely too hot, to say something to the other man. The words die in his throat because Shaun isn't looking at Rebbecca. His glasses are back down and his eyes are on Desmond. It's that same intensity he's only seen from afar. The one that broadcasts clearer than any words that the man's attention is completely focused on something.

"Find another closet. This one is going to be occupied," Shaun snaps as he yanks the door out of Rebbecca's grip and swings it closed.

Maybe, Desmond finally admits to himself, he might be just a little bit desperate, because he doesn't wait for the door to completely shut before pulling Shaun into another kiss.

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*wipes drool off of face* W-well done, author!anon. Driveby!anon enjoyed this.

Prompt is here: http://forkinsocket.livejournal.com/19860.html?thread=7174548#t7174548
I probably shouldn't be listening to Shake Your Groove Thing while writing this, but oh well! This is sort of just one giant chapter broken up into smaller parts. Hopefully it fits what prompter!anon wanted.

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They knew something was wrong when he didn't return.

Ezio never took this long on a mission.

Though Ezio’s budding guild had only five members, two of them were already full-fledged assassins. They had insisted someone go with him, but he wouldn’t hear of it. It was too dangerous, he said. He would be able to handle it.

Claudia had tried to soothe the tattered nerves of her brother’s recruits by saying he might have gotten side tracked, or he was simply taking a little break on his way back.
It helped.

Sort of.
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Ezio didn’t remember how it had all happened. The mission was going well; some resistance from guards, but that was a simple problem to deal with. Then, all of a sudden, the tables turned. Someone got him from behind, and the next thing he was somewhat aware of was himself dropping to the ground, then darkness.

He woke up blindfolded, and in some chair. Alright, not good, but not terrible, either. He had stayed like that for a day, without food, and minimal water, before things took a turn south. His captors taunted him conversationally. They were never mean, nor brash. They were calm voices, but there was something about each – something in the way it accented words, or took long pauses that just drove Ezio up the wall.

Ezio assumed the man was trying to get him weakened, using lack of food, and slight sensory deprivation. However, he was stronger than that. And he assumed his captors would know that, too.

He did. What Ezio didn’t account for was that they knew the one thing that the assassin could actually call a phobia. Things could only get worse when that one man tied a rope around Ezio’s neck.

“No, we do not intend to kill you,” The voices taunted.

“Only... make our point clear.”

The men left Ezio like that for three more days. No matter what he did – no matter how hard he tried – Ezio could not calm himself. Painful memories flooded back all too quickly. Every couple of hours, one of them would sneak up behind him, and tug roughly on the rope, causing the assassin to choke out a dry scream. To add to this, Ezio had been stripped of his shirt, and his back was whipped once ever three hours, three times.

At some point, Ezio would sleep, but it was plagued with nightmares. He’d wake up from his own screaming; he was always sweating profusely, his breathing laboured and every little sound had him fidgeting. Though, there were times of peace. His mind would wonder, imagining Claudia berating him on being late. Niccolo was probably in a twist about it all. Leonardo, most likely, was the one in the middle coming up with the possible excuses as to his tardiness. His recruits... oh, and his recruits. They were most likely the ones Leonardo was placating as best he could.

In those fleeting moments, Ezio would manage a small, miniscule smile. They were always wiped clean in seconds, followed by the sound of approaching footsteps.
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I'll upload the next part tomorrow when I get back from school. Have a mini-prologue ~_~

I can't wait to read more. My jaw literally dropped when they put a noose around his neck to torture him ;__;

OP is thrilled... Love this so far, Anon. Poor Ezio D: I had the same reaction as the other commenter to the rope around his neck. Poor ezio, I feel so bad for enjoying this so much D:

Can not wait for more, Anon. Such a great job so far!! Thank you so much

This is great anon! I was the Passerby that took this up a few days ago, but I see you've got this one. Can't wait for more. :)

Inspired by the old speculation about Lucy based on the infamous trail of red footprints, I... had something in mind but can't write prose to save my life (unless RPing in prose of all things), so I open the pairing idea up to whatever you will do with it, even if it's just a roleplaying fantasy (i.e. Assassin!Rebecca x captive Templar!Lucy) between the two...

Bonus points if Desmond for whatever reason comes across the pairing (i.e. sees them kissing, but Rebecca in blue and Lucy in red) and reacts by fleeing TO the Animus, not from it!

This was meant to go into part 3, not the fills, obviously...

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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]

A Long Time in Coming- Men of Lore, The Myth Becomes 2/?

A Long Time in Coming- Men of Lore, The Myth Becomes 3/?

A Long Time in Coming- Men of Lore, The Myth Becomes 4/?

Re: A Long Time in Coming- Men of Lore, The Myth Becomes 4/?

OP Anon is refraining from clapping like a seal

Re: (Malik/Altaïr, mpreg) Untitled, 1.l/?/author's notes

OP of prompt just noticed

Re: Tomorrow Was Not Dull [7/7]

Missfire!

Between a Floor and a Dangerous Place [1/?]

Re: Between a Floor and a Dangerous Place [2/?]

Re: Between a Floor and a Dangerous Place [3/?]

Re: Between a Floor and a Dangerous Place [4/?]

Re: Between a Floor and a Dangerous Place [5/5]

Re: (Malik/Altaïr, mpreg) Untitled, 1.l/?/author's notes

Kissing prompt

Desperate [1/2]

Re: Desperate [2/2]

Re: Desperate [2/2]

Recruits to the Rescue [prologue]

Re: Recruits to the Rescue [prologue]

OP D: :D :D :D :D Re: Recruits to the Rescue [prologue]

Re: Recruits to the Rescue [prologue]

Rebecca x Templar!Lucy (or is she?)

Placed in wrong thread, please delete the above comment if possible!