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Connor wakes up to find himself naked in bed but that's not all the waked up with a naked Ezio on one side and an naked Altair on the other

Bonus
!virgin! Connor
And when Connor wakes up he cries a little as he is in shock

Is this a fill post? Because it feels like a prompt post, and this'd be in the wrong section if so. (The mod hasn't posted part 6 yet...usually we have a period of "waiting" so people are encouraged to fill.)

This feels like a prompt post, and this'd be in the wrong section if so. (The mod hasn't posted part 6 yet...usually we have a period of "waiting" so people are encouraged to fill current prompts.)

Connor woke up feeling slightly cold on his skin were goosebumps formed. He also felt sandwiched in the double bed he normally sleeps in. He felt like he was inbertween two people when he looked be was Ezio and Altair? How? He thought.

Connor pulled the covers to look under and he was naked! Suddenly the two assassins started to wake up "good morning" said Altair. Connor gripped at the bed sheets to cover himself "where am I?" asked Connor as tears started to stream down his face.

"your in your room" responded Ezio as he started to kiss up and down Connor's right arm Connor started to feel really uncomfterble from the touching he was getting by the two assassins. "whats going on?" asked Connor still tears falling down his eyes as Altair's face was close to his "were welcoming you to the brotherhood" whispered Altair. Suddenly his soft lips touched Connors.

"just relax Connor" whispered Ezio into Connors ear Connor gripped onto the bed sheets "just let go Connor" whispered Altair "we will take care of you".

Suddenly Connor loosened his grip on the sheets and Ezio pulled the sheets off him which made Connor even cold "bella (beautiful)" he whispered as he trailed his fingers over Connors crotch his fingertips ghostly leaving trails.
Connor started to feel suddenly warm as he was starting to produce a lot of heat.

Altair sat behind Connor and rested Connor's head on his sholder but facing Ezio.
Ezio leaded down so his face was to Connors cock he grabbed it and kissed the tip. Connor gasped in shock as he felt weird tingles of pleasure hit him Ezio then put Connors cock into his mouth and started to suck now moans were being ripped from Connor's throat "has anyone ever done this to you before?" asked Altair.
"no" moaned Connor "feels good dosent it" whispered Altair as he started gently sucking on Connor's earlobe. Connor nodded his head as Ezio continued sucking Connor started bucking his hips slightly and suddenly Ezio stopped which made Connor whine with protest.

"someone's eager" chuckled Ezio, "of course he is besides Connor is a virgin" responded Altair. Ezio leaned in and kissed Connor passionately "time to prepare you" whispered Ezio to his lips.
"I'll prepare him and you can take him" said Altair and Ezio and Altair swaped places Ezio rummaged through Connor's bag to find some oil and threw it to Altair. "ready?" asked Altair.
Connor nodded his head but wished what he was going to do "just relax" he whispered as he entered a finger into him.

Suddenly Connor woke up in shock he looked and there was no Ezio or Altair next to him and he looked under the sheets he wasn't naked only had his shirt off but he felt flustered from the dream he had just had. He looked out the window and it was still dark he couldent get back to sleep after the heat he produced from the dream he needed a cold bath he thought.

This is great! Please continue!

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"Caterina... did they...?"
(Anonymous)
2011-01-26 05:13 am UTC (link)
ACII DLC/BROTHERHOOD SPOILERS BELOW

I'm replaying Brotherhood and I just got to the part where Ezio saves Caterina.

Ezio is sweet and awesome and rescues her!! Then she just leaves and Ezio's like, "Wait, WTF?!" And... we never see her again.

I love Caterina and this just seems like such a pitiful end for such an awesome lady.

Could Anon come up with some good ol' Ezio/Caterina h/c to satisfy my kink/craving/whatever?

Welp, the prompt was for h/c and I am not actually sure whether this fits it. However, I love Caterina so much and was seriously pissed with how the game treated her, basically just pretending that she was never raped, when IRL it did happen. I was also totally pissed with how the book handled it. And I think she is awesome and badly wanted her to stay in the game. So I wrote this fill.

***

In her dingy cell in the Castel Sant-Angelo, Caterina Sforza woke to the sound of men arguing. One was young, his voice strained tight with anger; the other middle-aged, quiet and contemptuous. Cesare and Rodrigo Borgia. Caterina's stomach sank with dread as they approached. She had been expecting them.

Caterina had resolved from the moment of her capture at Monteriggioni that she would not allow Cesare to make her scream, or cry. She stood up, her face calm, fighting to remain expressionless; but she knew her eyes would betray her fury.

Ezio, she thought. I know you are coming. But you are too late.

In swept Cesare, tall and imposing. Rodrigo followed him, fat and shuffling. Cesare unlocked Caterina's cell and looked her over. As she had expected, he saw the suppressed anger in her eyes and smirked.

"Good evening, Contessa Sforza." Cesare bowed with mock gallantry. "I thought it was time I paid a visit to an honoured guest - but on the way, I remembered you." He reached for her hand. It took all of Caterina's self-control, but she calmly let him lift it and kiss the backs of her fingers. She forced herself not to shudder.

"The Pope has accompanied me, at his insistence," said Cesare, indicating his father with a sweeping gesture. "I believe he intends to prevent me from killing you."

Rodrigo ignored her, his fat face unreadable.

"You made your first mistake at Forli, Contessa," Cesare said, "when you conspired with the Assassini and took up arms beside them. But that was only one of your many mistakes." He took both of her hands and stood looming over her, narrowed eyes staring into hers. "You must regret whoring yourself to Ezio Auditore." He laid one hand on her hip and drew her close.

Caterina forced herself to breathe evenly as Cesare's lips traced an eyebrow, then a cheekbone. His thumbs stroked the backs of her hands. "Is that the way women conduct politics? If so, your time with me will be a mere shift in alliances."

"Nothing to say?" He smirked. "This silence is a talent I did not know you possessed, Contessa. It suits you well. You know, I may yet forgive you all of these errors, Caterina. You may come out of this dungeon, any time you wish." Cesare's tone was sickeningly courteous. "It does get cold in here at night. If you prefer to spend your nights warm and comfortable in my chambers, you have only to say the word."

Caterina's eyes answered for her, despite her efforts to control her hatred. Cesare laughed, and turned to Rodrigo.

"She reminds me of my favourite horse when I was a boy."

Rodrigo sighed. "I remember that horse, Cesare. I gave her to you."

"So you did, Father. Do you want to know what happened to my horse, Contessa?" Cesare continued. "I don't expect you do. I'll tell you anyway."

"Stop playing games," said Rodrigo. "We do not have all night. Do what you want to do, or I will have her first."

"Come back later if you don't want to wait your turn," Cesare said, and Rodrigo let his son's insolence pass.

Cesare leaned in close to her face. Caterina met his eyes without a trace of fear.

"That horse despised me - I cannot think why - and every day she fought me. Many times she threw me. As I grew older, stronger, I bent her to my will. But I never managed to break her. I could ride her into the ground, and still she would stamp and snort and glare at me with eyes full of fire and hate. She fought me every day of her life. Until, one day, I rode her so hard that she dropped dead beneath me."

Caterina's expression did not change.

"I believe you are very much like that horse, Caterina Sforza," Cesare said. He laughed and cupped her chin. "Look at you; you might be an old brood mare, but you are still one of the handsomest and most spirited women I have ever met." He bent to kiss her mouth. Then he swore and pushed her away, blood trickling from his lower lip where she had bitten him.

Caterina spat his blood on the floor and broke her silence at last. "Cowardly pezzo di merda, do you think I am Lucrezia, to simper and smile while you fuck me? You foolish little boy - your horse had more sense than your puttana sister -"

The rest of what she had to say was cut off as Cesare backhanded her across her mouth. Her head snapped sideways and pain rang through her neck and jaw. Half-blinded, she rounded on him and slapped his face as hard as she could. Cesare shook his head, stunned. The blow could not really have hurt him; but he had not been expecting her to strike him back, and the surprise on his face gave her some satisfaction.

"Perhaps you need me to hold her down for you, Cesare," Rodrigo said, bored.

"No! I don't need you for anything. Leave me alone." Cesare wiped his mouth and flicked blood from his fingers in disgust. He drew his sword and held it to Caterina's face. "Your filthy mouth is no match for my blade, Contessa," said Cesare. "Let's see how spirited you are now."

***

Caterina had lost track of time. Days and nights blurred together in her lightless cell. She lay on the floor and tried to think of nothing.

She ached all over, but right now the pain was worst in her hip. How she had grown to despise Lucrezia Borgia over the last few days! Cesare had obviously told her what he had done - and the pathetic little wretch had come to beat her with an iron bar, jealousy giving her strength Caterina had not expected from her scrawny frame.

The contessa was dozing when she heard footsteps approaching, and shuddered. Not again. She could not bear it again.

But something was different this time. The footsteps were those of a man in armor; probably a man of around Cesare's height and weight. But whoever he was, his steps had a wary edge to them, as though they belonged to someone with no right to be where he was.

Ezio! It must be!

As hope kindled in her for the first time in so long, she stood, and composed herself. Bad enough that Ezio should see her filthy in tattered undergarments - but she would not have him see her weak.

***

Ezio's hands sought hers through the bars of her cell. His face was sleepless and careworn, his eyes hollow. He looked at Caterina with searching, desperate eyes, and his hands gripped her own so hard it hurt. She felt a twinge of satisfaction at the evidence of how he had suffered through the past weeks, although none of this was truly his fault.

"Get me out of here, Ezio!" she said. "Lucrezia has the key - the little bitch - you'll find her in her courtyard. Be careful, Ezio. She has her guards with her."

"Her guards will be no trouble for me," he said. "Stay where you are." They kissed quickly through the bars.

"Where else would I go!" she hissed after him. But when his back retreated, jogging lightly down the hallway, her bravado faded and she slumped against the cell wall, shaking. Come back to me quickly, Ezio, she prayed. I won't last here much longer.

Good as his word, Ezio returned - and to Caterina's amazement, he thrust Lucrezia before him with an arm twisted behind her back. His face was flushed with embarrassment, and she realized he had been too much the gentleman to search her. It was more respect than she deserved.

And Caterina had no such qualms. "Bring her over here," she demanded.

"Put me down, you oaf," Lucrezia said, struggling in great indignation as Ezio shoved her towards the cell. "Cesare will kill you both, and I will - ugh! Get your filthy hands off me! Puttana-"

Lucrezia's eyes met Caterina's, full of hate. Caterina wished she could find it in herself to pity the woman. Envious for the disgusting attentions of Cesare Borgia - her own brother. She was beneath contempt.

Caterina forced a facade of bravado as she thought about the reason for Lucrezia's jealous rage. "Salute, Lucrezia. How I've missed you."

"Vai a farti fottere, troia."

"Always a pleasure," Caterina said drily. She thrust her hand down the bodice of Lucrezia's ridiculous dress, ignoring the younger woman's outraged gasp. Caterina's fingers found warm iron. "Classy." She retrieved the key, and reached through the bars of her cell to unlock it.

"Slut - you are not worth my brother's time -"

"Enough out of you," Caterina said, and eased her feelings by seizing Lucrezia by the hair and slamming her blonde head into the bars of the cell. Her thin body crumpled and Caterina saw the corner of Ezio's mouth twitch in amused satisfaction. Maybe he could not bring himself to harm the stupid girl, but Caterina had no hesitations. She locked the cell, with Lucrezia in it. Let Cesare find his own repellent sister, mad as a stray cat when he came visiting.

"Can you walk, Caterina?" Ezio said urgently.

She stood straight, testing her injured hip, but pain engulfed her in a wave, draining the blood from her head. Fighting back a cry she let Ezio support her.

"..No," she admitted, and he swept her into his arms. After the humiliations she had suffered in the Castello, the shame of being unable to walk on her own was hardly worth worrying about.

She drifted in a haze of pain and shock as Ezio hurried through the halls, pausing or doubling back now and then to evade guards. She was dimly aware that they were speaking, and that the effort of summoning her wits to voice her thoughts kept her from thinking about what would happen if they did not escape - if Ezio didn't get her out of this shit hole. She would seek death rather than face Cesare again.

And eventually, just as she had feared, here it was - the question she knew was coming.

"...Caterina," Ezio said hesitantly. "Did they-? Did Cesare-?"

Why couldn't he just shut up about it? What did he expect her to say?

"No." Her answer came too quickly, and she prayed he did not notice. She would not shame herself further by having him know what Cesare had done to her. "My name must still have some value," she said. "I was left... unspoiled."

She felt the muscles of his arms and chest relax against her. He belived her. Thank God for that.

She remembered little of the rest of their escape. How Ezio managed to get her near-unconscious form outside the castello walls, she did not know. Everything was red and black and fuzzy. Pain spiked through her hip with each jolt of her body. Then she was being pushed upright, and her hands laid against the hard, live warmth of a horse's neck. The smell of the animal was familiar, comforting. She had been such a fine horsewoman, once. Absurdly, she stroked the beast's coarse neck in greeting, as though time had stopped.

Ezio was shouting at her. "Get up, Caterina!" He pushed her into the saddle. Her hands fell to take the reins. Her horse shifted its feet with the sudden weight and she felt it testing her.

She ignored the pain wracking through her as her body moulded to the animal. Even in this state her rider's instincts were sufficient to assert her authority, and the horse quieted in attention.

"Go," Ezio ordered. He directed her horse's head. "That way." She held tight; Ezio gave her horse's rump a sharp smack and they were off.

Through the gates of the Castello Sant-Angelo and onto the bridge. She did not care what was ahead; she would not stop now. She urged her horse faster, digging it in the ribs with her bare heels. Armored men lined up before her. But there was Ezio on horseback, drawing ahead with sword in hand; and blood arced into the sky as he cut a path to freedom.

***

As the doctor frowned over the rattle in her chest, her hollow cheeks and too-prominent ribs, Caterina heard Ezio pacing outside the infirmary door at Tiber Island. She had fainted in his arms when he had lifted her down from her horse, and he would not forget about it.

Caterina was feeling more like herself after some rest, and a meal of hot clear soup and a little bread - all she could handle, after months on next to nothing. She had said so, but still Ezio waited. He had not yet changed out of his armor, and she heard the soft clink of steel and fine leather as he walked up and down outside in the hallway.

The doctor gently lifted Caterina's left arm, and she gasped as pain shot through her shoulder. Yet another injury she had not noticed in the mess of bruises that her body had become.

"I am sorry, Contessa," the doctor said. He was a young man; a boy, in Caterina's view, barely into his twenties. Talented but inexperienced, he was also an Assassin, although not a fighter.

"It is nothing, Mino," she told him. "Do what you need to do."

She had been dubious about Mino's skill, at first, but he had shown soon enough that her doubts were unfounded.

Her hip had proved to be dislocated - whether from Lucrezia's efforts with her iron bar or from some part of the escape, she wasn't sure. But after a minute of agony that no safe dose of medicine could suppress, during which the doctor directed two strong Assassins to set her displaced bone correctly in its socket, the lancing pain subsided to a dull thudding ache which was easier to bear.

Mino's gentleness and calm discretion as he treated the most intimate of her wounds made her sure that he had done the same for other women prisoners of the Templars. The thought made her fume. How long would the women of Roma have to suffer under these abuses? How long would men permit their sisters, their wives and daughters to be humiliated in such a way?

Now the doctor felt her shoulder with careful fingers, assessing the injury.

"This will heal with time, I believe," he said. "I will fetch a sling for you to wear."

Caterina nodded absently. A second pair of footsteps approached outside the closed door, light and hesitant. In her months of captivity, she had become accustomed to listening acutely to footsteps - partly because there was nothing else to do, but also in order to gauge the mood of anyone who approached her cell.

"What do you want?" came Ezio's voice.

"Messer Niccolo has asked me to summon you, Maestro."

"Tell him I am busy."

"Maestro -"

"Do not make me repeat myself, Recluta," Ezio told the unfortunate messenger in dangerous tones. "Off with you."

The light footsteps padded back the way they had come, a little faster than they had approached.

"Merda," Caterina heard Ezio mutter.

"You may get dressed again, Contessa," Mino said. She laced her clothes as he packed away his equipment. Then the young doctor glanced at the door where his master waited impatiently. "Shall I let him in?"

"I suppose so." She sighed. "But Mino - you must not mention - "

"Of course, Contessa." He nodded respectfully. "I have no need to discuss your condition with anyone but you." He opened the door, and Ezio entered, his face dark with worry.

In the weeks and months that followed, Caterina began to heal. Mino's calm competence sped her body's recovery. Although she wanted nothing more than to leave the crumbling chaos of Roma behind, with all its memories, she was not well enough to travel; and besides, with war wracking the countryside and her own lands fallen to the Templars, there was nowhere safer or more restful for her to go.

There was plenty to do around Tiber Island. Caterina's sharp mind had not been dulled by captivity, and she found herself scouring maps and documents with intensity. Reports of army movements and diplomacy came in a steady stream, as Ezio's fighters kept their communication channels open. Niccolo Machiavelli was here - a fast friend from a lifetime ago, and an excellent companion. She sought his company as often as she could, and as before their two analytical minds played off each other.

Caterina found, as well, that she had retained many interesting pieces of information from her guards at the castello. They had not believed her to be capable of using their idle talk as intelligence. Whether that was because they assumed her to be a feeble-minded woman, or because they never expected her to escape made no difference.

When her mind was spent from strategy and intrigue, she took up menial tasks with the rest of the Assassini. There were no servants at Tiber Island - anyone brave and true enough to be in the employ of the Assassins had more important things to do. A level-headed common woman was invaluable when installed as a maid for an influential family, or sent to serve in a tavern frequented by enemy soldiers. A capable old stable hand, who had never so much as touched a sword, made an excellent spy. How wasteful it would be to have such people waiting on the Brotherhood.

Her seemingly boundless enthusiasm for work concealed the fact that Caterina could not sleep or even sit idle without panic rising inside her as her mind returned to the Castello in flashbacks so vivid they felt real. When she did sleep, she would wake with a scream, struggling up from her dreams with her bedding in a sweat-soaked tangle. Young Mino gave her worried glances once or twice when he caught her shaking, but his time was absorbed with tending wounded men and women.

So Caterina mended clothes, swept floors and tended horses. Such work was unfamiliar to her, of course, but she found that she was glad to do it. Everyone worked at Tiber Island. Birth meant little among the Assassini - rank was everything. It was no longer strange to her to see proud youths of noble birth submitting without question to the orders of a merchant's son, or a former courtesan.

She rarely saw Ezio. He was busy, of course, but Caterina suspected as well that he was avoiding her. They had exchanged few words since Caterina's escape. Until, one day, he approached her as she was tending horses in the stables.

"Contessa," he said with a bow, stiff and formal.

She sighed inwardly, straightening to brush off her hands. Would it ever relax between them?

"Ezio."

"I am to meet with Niccolo, Volpe and Claudia this evening at the Rosa in Fiore," he said. "We have much to plan. Bartolomeo d'Alviano may come, if he can. Would you join us?"

"There's little point my staying here if I don't, is there? Yes, Ezio, I will join you."

"Excellent. We are all grateful that you have agreed to stay to give your counsel."

"You are most welcome," she said. What a ridiculous conversation. What was wrong with him? It had been this way ever since their escape from the Castello.

The thought of that place brought on the panicked dizziness that had become familiar to her.Not now! She braced a hand on the stable wall, fighting the flashback. Not in front of him!

But there was no use - cold sweat broke over her and she began to shake. She felt the cold stone floor, smelled the stench of the prison. She heard footsteps outside her cell, and men's voices. Ezio caught her by her upper arms, his face grim with concern, and guided her to sit on a clean pile of hay.

"You are safe, Caterina," he said, and despite herself, she leaned against him letting him hold her hands. Eventually she returned to the stable with the smell of clean straw and the sound of horses, shifting and snuffling. The horse she had been seeing to draped her head over her stall and nudged Caterina with curiosity. Caterina breathed deeply until she was calm again.

Ezio sat beside her in silence, resting his forearms on his thighs. "Caterina. I know you lied to me, before," he said eventually.

"About what?" She stalled. Oh, would he never shut up?

"I know that in your position, you must... ah, negotiate," he said. "I understand what you said, about politics." He gently touched her arm. "If you and Cesare became lovers -"

"We did not 'become lovers', Ezio!" she said, throwing his hand off and standing up. He looked up at her, stunned. She was so angry she could hardly speak. He held up his hands to placate her.

"Shh, Caterina, I meant no offense." He looked around, knowing from experience how her voice carried when she was roused to anger.

"Don't you tell me to be quiet!" She shouted. "You think that because I bedded you, I would bed anyone? That I do not care who has me - even that piece of shit? How dare you. I did not bed him, you slug-witted idiot. He held a blade to my throat and forced me!"

"Caterina, I'm sorry -" he said, standing and half-reaching for her again, but withdrew when she backed away.

"I suppose you wonder why I did not choose to die, rather than be dishonoured by a Templar - one who conquered my own lands, no less! I, who fought beside men with a blade in my hand - to defend my home, and then yours! Well, I wanted to. I wanted to fight, and force him to kill me. But instead, I froze." Her hands were trembling. "You cannot possibly understand."

"Forgive me, Caterina," he said. "I did not think -"

"No, you didn't think - stronzo - and you took your sweet time in coming to get me from that shit-hole. Yes, I lied to you before. Cesare took his pleasure, whenever he pleased - usually, when he was straight from the field and covered with the blood of our allies. And when he had finished, he gave me to Rodrigo. So now you know, and I will leave Roma for I cannot stand the shame of it."

"Don't, please," he said. "Not because of me. I'm a fool, Caterina."

"Yes. You are," she told him.

He was pale with horror, and guilt. That gave her some satisfaction, and her rage abated somewhat.

"I will meet you tonight, Ezio. Now go away, before you make me shout again - the horses have had enough of it."

***

"Hunting?" Caterina blinked at Ezio in surprise.

He nodded. "It is not such an absurdity as you think. I am to visit Pantasilea D'Alviano, and it occurred to me that you should meet with her too. That part of the countryside is quite safe, now that we control it. It would be a pleasant journey."

Caterina had been a fine hunter, with a keen eye and steady hands. She had seen Ezio's archers training, and felt sure that she could have given some of them a run for their money, in accuracy if not in reach. She doubted she had the strength now to draw a bow now, though. But to leave these stone walls was a tempting thought.

Ezio shifted his feet. "Of course, if you're not yet well enough..."

"No - perhaps not for hunting," she said. "But a ride would be a welcome distraction."

A grin lit up his face, making him look ten years younger.

"Then come and see what I've got for you," he said.

In the stables was a pretty little roan mare, young and finely built. An obvious peace offering, but Caterina could not hide her pleasure as the mare mouthed her hand curiously and huffed warm breath into her palm.

"She may be small, but she is spirited," Ezio promised, and as if to agree the mare snorted and shifted her weight, pushing her strong neck against Caterina to give her a cheeky little shove.

"Oh no you don't," Caterina said, laughing, and stood her ground stilling the mare's head by her halter. The horse tossed her head and fidgeted but soon deferred to Caterina's firm hands.

"I knew you would get along," Ezio said.

They set out. Ezio's mount was a tall grey gelding. Fiametta - little flame, as Caterina had decided to call her, for her fiery temperament, dainty build, and shining red coat - nipped at the gelding's flank, but the grey only swished his tail as if such games were far beneath him.

Caterina was pleased to find that her body was fit for riding. Her muscles would feel it tomorrow, but she found that neither her hip nor her shoulder bothered her. The wind and sun felt good on her face.

Fiametta was eager, and Caterina had to hold her back as they travelled towards Bartolomeo D'Alviano's stronghold. Eventually she let the little mare have her head, and before she knew it, she and Ezio were racing.

The gelding's longer legs soon outstripped Fiametta but the mare was a racer by nature, and she followed close behind, kicking up her feet in excitement. They came to the edge of a forest and now Fiametta, small and darting, had the advantage. Caterina guided her with a sure hand through the trees and they gained ground. Fiametta's petite build and light feet - as well as Caterina's excellent horsemanship - won out, and at the end of the wood they were ahead.

By now Fiametta was foaming and blowing, her body slick with sweat, and though she showed no signs of wanting to stop, Caterina drew her head up to slow her.

The edge of a creek glimmered beside a cluster of trees, and Caterina headed for it. As soon as she pulled Fiametta to a stop, Caterina's thighs and calves went to water. She slid out of her saddle. To hide her sudden weakness she leaned against Fiammetta's hot damp body and felt a light shudder ripple through the mare from shoulder to haunch.

She stroked the mare's wet neck and praised her in soft tones. But Ezio had seen her stumble and soon he was at her side. She felt his hand light on her back, between her shoulders.

"Are you well, Caterina?"

"Of course," she said, turning to him with a smile. In fact, she felt better than she had in weeks. But seeing a pile of soft leaves at the foot of a tree, she led her mount with her and lay down. Just a moment's rest, she thought.

After so many nights of broken sleep she had not realised how tired she was, and she fell asleep almost the instant her head touched the sun-warmed leaves. She slept blissfully - no dreams to torment her.

The air was cool and the sun burned low when she woke to the sound of Fiammetta munching grass near her right ear. She found Ezio's cape draped over her.

Fiametta nudged her with her shapely head, and Caterina stroked her ears. She leaned against the horse's strong body as she stood. Running her hands over the mare, she found that she had been groomed well, her body brushed clean of sweat and smooth to the touch.

Then Ezio returned from the creek. He had been washing, or perhaps swimming. His hair was loose and dripping, his shirt clinging to his damp chest, dark tight-curled hair under light cotton. The sunset made his skin burnished brown and caught his amber eyes, full of dark warmth.

A year ago, she would have pushed him down to that pile of leaves, then straddled him to tear off his shirt. She would have run her hands over his hot, hard shoulders, over the damp curled hair on his chest and his firm flat belly. She would have kissed his scarred, sensual mouth until he could not breathe. And then, they would have risen until they were both entirely satisfied... which could have taken no small amount of time.

She shook her head, dislodging the foolish daydream.

"I'm sorry, Ezio," she said. "We are supposed to be travelling, and all I did is sleep." She handed him his cloak and their hands brushed.

"We don't have far to go," he said. "And it was good to see you resting," he added quietly, his eyes soft. The longing to touch him, to feel his lips on hers was too much, and she reached for him, drawing him close.

She saw a flash of raw desire cross his face, and for a moment she was afraid. But when Ezio bent to kiss her, his mouth was gentle, even hesitant. His lips parted in answer to the tip of her tongue, and not before. He held back, even when his breath came faster and she heard soft grunts of pleasure from the back of his throat.

When she drew away slightly, he swallowed and straightened. He squeezed her hand, his fingertips lingering. Then he let go, and turned to fetch his horse.

They rode for the headquarters of the mercenario, at an easy pace in the evening light. The air between them was easier, now, despite the kiss, and she knew Ezio would not demand anything more. They could be allies, friends, or more; or perhaps they did not need to know exactly what this was. The choice was hers.

Not the OP of the prompt, but, oh, ye Gods! AuthorAnon, this is awesome and epic and amazing and totally my headcanon. I remember going "Wait, she's just LEAVING???" when I played through the first time, and I'm so glad to see it redressed and PROPERLY dealt with.

And it was nice to see Ezio being sweet and shirtless, too :D

The Officer catches The Thief right after she steals something, and is just about ready to take her down to prison despite her being a brother in arms. Before he can do so, she swears she will do anything to make for the theft.
Bonus points for oblivious!officer or voyeur multiplayer character of your choice ;D

http://asscreedkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/717.html?thread=4075469#cmt4075469

I have a very specific kink, bear with me anon--

I have a special fondness in my heart for pairings where one half is much, much larger and stronger than the other--heavy frame, heavy cock, knows how to use this body as a weapon--where if they wanted to they could do anything they wanted to the other half without fear of consequence because the other could not stop them, and both of them know this... and not despite this but because of this in bed the stronger partner is the tenderest, gentlest lover imaginable, afraid to hurt their partner accidentally. And Connor just strikes me as being this type, being that he's possibly the cutest most precious highly-trained killer-for-pay in the history of ever. So pair him with anyone who fits and give me adorbs sex, anon?

http://asscreedkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/1795.html?thread=8750083#cmt8750083

I kinda noticed I skipped a lot of what the prompt wanted and I'm so sorry. Still figured I'd post it instead of letting it wait for deletion since there's so little Aveline/Connor...

It was shortly after Aveline had arrived at the homestead with Patience Gibbs in tow that Myriam broke her arm. A few days later, Myriam, annoyed with Norris’s clumsy attempts to help her hunt, went up to Connor’s home to ask for his help.

“Right now is the peak of the season Connor, I can’t fall behind on furs and leathers to tan, I really could use your help,” Myriam pleaded, adjusting the sling that held her arm and Connor winced in sympathy at the hiss of pain that escaped her.

A small smile began to tug at Connor’s lips as he nodded, and wondered if Myriam really through he would refuse her request, “Do not worry, I will help you Myriam. I shall bring whatever I hunt to you.”

Myriam grinned wide as she stood up from her chair, sat across from him, “Oh thank you Connor! Now I’ve got to go, I told Norris I’d be back right after asking you this favor and I really don’t want him fussin’ over me anymore than he already does.”

“He just worries. He cares very deeply for you,” Connor said, walking behind her and towards the front door.

When she stepped out Myriam scoffed, turned to face him and shook her finger at Connor forcing him to step back slightly, “I’m not some delicate lady, I broke my arm, its nothing compared to what you are still healing through.” After taking a deep breath to continue her lecture about her decidedly non-delicacy, she paused and narrowed her eyes thoughtfully at him. “Also, I hope you weren’t thinkin’ on going out by yourself.”

“I—I was not thinking of doing that Myriam,” Connor frowned, but the way his eyes suddenly refused to meet her own gave him away. Myriam scoffed.

“Now see here, I will not be one bit happy if that lady of yours shows up and has an ax to grind because she thinks I told you to go alone! I’ll make sure Norris tells her before you can even walk out a here.”

“Ha, do not worry. Aveline seems to know exactly when I plan to leave the house and when I don’t,” Connor chuckled and leaned against the door way. The sudden sly look and smirk that Myriam shot him made Connor furrow his eyebrows in question and slight suspicion.

“She does, does she? Well, this will probably also give you both lots of ah, personal, time with her.”

“We spend plenty of time together Myriam, since Patience decided to live closer towards the center of town.”

His confusion only grew as that made her burst into peals of laughter and nearly doubled over. It took her a solid few minutes to reign in her laughter, minutes that pushed Connor further and futher into confusion, “Oh, oh Connor! I-I’m just going to head home and let you get ready alright? And again, thank you so much for the help while I heal up this arm!”

“Very well. I shall return to you with our bounty when Aveline and I collect enough Myriam.” Connor shook his head as he spoke, knowing that even if he asked for clarification from Myriam, whatever explanation she gave him would probably just confuse him even further.

As he watched Myriam walk down the path that would take her straight towards her own home he thought back on his wording of earlier, and wondered just what was so funny that caused such laughter in his friend.

Try as he might he just couldn’t think of what it was, and with an annoyed huff he turned back towards his home and simply chalked it up to one of those strange colloquialisms that he never managed to fully grasp.

As he readied his weapons and clothes in his room he heard the deliberately loud steps on the stairs leading up to his room and turned towards the door he had left open. Sure enough, seconds later Aveline appeared.

“I heard from a little bird that we are going on a hunting trip?”

“Yes. Myriam asked me to help her hunt while her arm heals. Aveline, I want you to know that you are not obligated to come with me,” Connor said as he picked up his white coat and pulled it on. When she didn’t immediately respond he turned to look at her as he buttoned the front up.

Whatever thought had tied up her tongue was quickly set aside as their eyes met, “Mm, I hope you do not think I will let you go alone. You still can’t go for as long as you used to yet. I will go along to make sure no wolves nibble off any of that pretty face.”

Amused, Connor smiled and held out a pistol for her. With an answering grin and a wink Aveline stepped into his room and took the offered pistol before tucking it into the holster at her side, “I will ready two horses. I’ll meet you outside Connor.”

“A bear.”

Connor looked over his shoulder, breathing in deep lungfuls of air. With an exhausted grunt he lowered himself to the ground and simply listened as Aveline walked towards him.

“I could have shot it instead,” Aveline continued as she crouched down at his right side. She kept her eyes on the dead bear instead of looking at him. “Instead of having you wrestle it, even if it was a terrifyingly… handsome sight.”

“Handsome?”

“Very, very handsome. Even if you nearly scared me to death!” Aveline exclaimed. To Connor’s surprise, she turned to him and leaned into him, her hand resting on the grass to his side, nearly touching him. “Does my calling you handsome upset you? You’re frowning quite a bit.”

Connor’s eyes widened as he looked at her. Aveline wasn’t touching him but he was hyperaware that she could, just a small shift in her position and she could easily do so. His mind was filled with hundreds of questions and suddenly it was too warm and he could feel the heat of blood in his cheeks grow even hotter as his eyes met hers.

“N-no! I mean, I do not mind you calling me that. I-I was just surprised,” Connor stammered as she leaned a little closer to him, close enough to feel the warmth of her body even though their clothing.

The corners of Aveline’s lips twitched and she shifted all her weight onto her left hand, leaving her right free to reach up and, when Connor made no move to get away from her touch, pushed back Connor’s hood, “Surprised? Connor, I fear that some of my intentions towards you may have been too subtle as of late. I find you quite handsome.”

Connor’s numerous thoughts came to a sudden stop at those words, suddenly all he could hear was the thundering rush of blood in his ears. Suddenly, his hand went up and closed around her wrist. With a gentle tug he managed to pull Aveline closer, her leg swiftly rising in order to straddle his legs. “Aveline. I do not have much practical experience in sex.”

The weight of her in his lap is strange, but nice, he thought to himself as Aveline settled herself comfortably. For a while she said nothing, and were it not for the arms that wrap around his shoulders, and the bare fingers that came to rest in his hair, Connor would feel worried. As it was, he felt comfortable and relaxed even if he was tired from taking down that bear, a warm feeling settling deep in his belly at the soft look Aveline gave him.

Aveline’s lips were soft as they pressed against his and coaxed his own to move. Connor could feel his heart hammering against his chest and his hands landed on her waist, squeezing slightly in surprise. Connor could feel her hands drifting across his shoulders, and it was only when he grew too distracted by the firm touches that a sharp bite to his lower lip brought his full attention back to her.

“You can touch me back, you know,” Aveline grinned down at him, her lips shiny and slightly puffy. The tip of her tongue peaked out and the warmth that had earlier settled in his stomach immediately turned into a blistering heat that spread throughout his body at the sight of that.

Aveline’s eyes widened and her lips formed a perfect ‘o’, Connor flushed deeper and before she could let out any more words, he reached up with one hand and pulled her down into another heated kiss.

They both moaned simultaneously as Aveline shifted against him, the weight of her pleasant against the pressure between his legs. "Aveline should we not move-ah-towards our camp?" Connor hissed, barely managing to get the words out since Aveline continued to roll her hips and ground against him.

"We could, oh Connor, ah, we could," Aveline moaned, throwing her head back as her body momentarily shuddered. Before he even thought about doing it, Connor's lips were pressed against her throat and he felt, as much as heard, a long string of French leave her mouth. "Mon cher, please," Aveline gasped as her fingers tangled clumsily against his waistcoat, a mangled attempt to remove Connor's clothing.

"Please?" Connor asked absentmindedly, more interested now in the taste of her dark skin on the curve of her throat.

With a growl, she pulled open his waistcoat and pushed at his clothes clumsy with impatience. Connor pulled back and with a slight huff of laughter began to help her. Soon Connor’s hands were at her hips, stroking over her dark skin and pulling Aveline closer against his hardness.

“Monsieur Connor, I have dreamt of this for oh so long, ” Aveline’s voice instantly made Connor bite back a moan, her accent thick as she said his name with a husky voice. There was a sly curl to Aveline’s lips as one of her hands settled on the back of his head, fingers tangling in his long hair as her other hand reached down between their bodies and grasped him before teasingly pressing him against her heat.

Connor’s plan, what little he’d been able to plan, had been to take her slowly. Draw out this encounter, and sate his fellow teasing assassin as well as himself. Aveline swiftly changed that plan when she angled herself above him and sank down on his cock. They both cried out in pleasure as she took him. Aveline squirmed in his lap, her now free hand coming up to hold onto his shoulder, her short nails digging into his skin as she gasped when his hips pushed up and deeper into her.

Connor let her set the pace, his hands wandering up and down her body as she lifted herself and sunk down on his cock. It was all he could do to stop himself from pushing forward, setting Aveline on her back and pressing down on her with his body as he fucked her.

A long breathy gasp escaped her when Connor’s hands rested on her breasts, small in his calloused hands and with a small smile, he dropped one arm to wrap around her waist and pull her forward, his lips pressing their way upward from the underside to the peaked nipple.

Aveline’s rhythm faltered when his tongue stroked her, his teeth teasingly grazing the soft sensitive skin of her breast.

“Connor… Connor.” Aveline exhaled, her voice slightly higher now as she neared her peak. Connor’s own moans finally answered hers as the arm around her waist began to help her speed up as he felt his body flush and his cock ache with a need for release soon.

The fingers in his hair tightened painfully and pulled his head back, letting Aveline capture his lips and muffle her scream as she pressed hard onto his cock and shuddered against him. The shock of pain was what pushed him over his peak, he finished silently compared to her, huffing her name hot against her throat as he spilled inside of her.

“You are quite warm, Connor,” Aveline mumbled against his neck, nuzzling her nose lazily against his jaw. Connor had let himself fall onto his back as if suddenly all strength had left him. Their bodies slowly cooling from lust heat. “I do not really want to move.”

“But we do have to move to camp, I am not sure how well, or how long, we’d last against wolves like this,” Connor answered and laughed softly at Aveline as she huffed in displeasure at the thought of moving.

“I shall move only if you promise to do this again soon as we reach camp,” Aveline said as she let her hands wander down his torso, pressing and feeling the contours of hard muscle before she raised herself slightly and looked down at him. Her hazel eyes were, as always, filled with a mischievous glimmer as she winked at Connor.

“The second we reach the site, Aveline,” Connor agreed, his cheeks red. With a happy laugh Aveline leaned forward to kiss him again lightly before standing and indulging in a long stretch that Connor didn’t even try to look away from.

“Then hurry! I feel like using my mouth to taste you next time,” Aveline winked down at him before turning and searching the grass for her clothing.

There were few times in his life Connor had ever dressed as fast as he did then.

Whoo, writeanon! *fans self* This was amazing! There isn't enough het on this site, and I've always liked the idea of Aveline/Connor. And you've captured naive!Connor well!

Prompt: "Bleeding Effect causing mental illness. I don't mean just "going crazy" from the actual side effects of the hallucinations, or the brain damage caused by the Animus (although you can certainly throw in a hefty dollop of that too.) I mean, someone (Desmond, Clay, OC, whoever) is suffering from the Bleeding Effect of some ancestor who was depressed, bipolar, anxious, etc. And because of that, Desmond/whoever starts to develop that illness. Angst ensues. More angst. Some black humor, then more angst."

Fill: Post ACIII, Shaun's been reliving Gérald Blanc. Turns out Gérald had an eating disorder. http://archiveofourown.org/works/2560424/chapters/5693132

Anon, this part of the meme isn't to promote or list fills, but to allow filling for prompts from older parts where the comment limit has been reached.

whoops my bad :C

Don't worry about it. It's a pretty common misconception, I think. You're not anywhere near the first one to do this.

love it! especially the bit with the soap ;)

Would love love LOVE to see this continued!

Can someone wright a Ned wynert fanfiction? Maybe Nedxjacob or Nedxevie?

I mean write.

Prompt: http://asscreedkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/2158.html?thread=12214382
Fill: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11839602/chapters/26724951

Prompt: Rebecca/Lucy femslash pre-ACII https://asscreedkinkmeme.dreamwidth.org/438.html?thread=1571254#cmt1571254

Fill: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17958512

So... I just discovered the wonders of Time Travel Fix-it and notice how ALL the main characters of AC have their own history of traveling to the former Connor past.

— Bonus points for BADASS! Connor.

Ezio dies. And, yet here it is. Breathing. Alive. Young. Very young. As before-of-the-execution young.

After the initial shock, Ezio decides to use his knowledge about the future to have fun and get to work before anyone else. The Templars will not know that I hit them.

+ It can be as serious as you want or completely crack. The longer the better.

+ Bonus points for Ezionardo.

+ My soul for a Leonardo equally time traveler.

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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]

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Anything- Officer/Thief

Connor/Aveline, gentleness

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Ned wynert

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Trying to get your groove on all stealthy-like

see you soon, love

Time Traveler! Connor Kenway

Time Traveler! Ezio