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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]
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FILL: Shaun/Desmond, sex pollen.
(Anonymous) 2011-07-07 03:20 am (UTC)(link)Summary: Shaun starts sneezing for some reason and then suddenly porn.
Sneezes and Other Physiological Responses
(Anonymous) 2011-07-07 03:28 am (UTC)(link)Then the sneezing stopped. A fresh set of symptoms emerged to replace them.
Shaun breathed deeply. “Lucy,” he warned as she swept past him. “It’s allergies, not Ebola, apparently you didn’t get that email? It's better now, I don't even notice.”
“It’s worse,” Lucy said. “Trouble breathing, cold sweats, light-headedness, rapid pulse, mild arrhythmia… We don’t have the medication to deal with this if you have some kind of anaphylactic reaction, Shaun.”
“Well of course it’s going to sound bad when you list them off like that!” Shaun said.
They’d stopped Animus work and made him sit at his desk after the flushed skin and shivers started, since he vehemently refused to take a rest in his bed for some reason. Desmond leaned in. “Can you even breathe?” he asked. “You’re all red.”
“Lobster red,” Rebecca offered.
“Yes thank you, children,” Shaun said sourly. “I can, in fact, breathe.”
Rebecca looked up at Lucy. “What do you think? He has been getting worse.”
“No, do not start taking unnecessary risks because of this!” Shaun snapped. “It looks worse than it is. I’m not dying.”
“Aren’t anxiety and confusion both symptoms of some allergic reactions?” Rebecca said, peering into Shaun’s face.
“If your airway started closing for no reason you’d be a little anxious too, I imagine.” Shaun blinked. “Not that mine is. I can still talk. You can hear that, can’t you? Me talking? Telling you I’m not dying for the hundredth time?”
Desmond sniffed. “Have you ever had allergies before?”
Shaun opened his mouth and closed it again. “Just because I—”
“Then how do you know what to look for?”
“Desmond’s right,” said Lucy. She put a hand to her forehead. “Okay. Desmond, stay with him. We’re going for supplies.”
Shaun whined and bitched in usual Shaun fashion until they were gone.
And then without warning he doubled over with an agonized moan.
Sneezes and Other Physiological Responses [2/5]
(Anonymous) 2011-07-07 03:33 am (UTC)(link)Desmond almost had a heart attack. “What the fuck, Shaun?” He crouched by the chair and wasn’t at all sure what to do. “Shit. I thought you said you weren’t dying!”
“I’m not.” Shaun’s breathing was coming out in pants. “Didn’t want the girls to worry. God. It doesn’t feel like I’m—it’s just, it’s a bit, ah, much. Do me a favor, Desmond, and kindly back the fuck away from me? Thank you.”
Desmond stared at Shaun’s tightly knit forehead, heavy breathing, flushed face. This was bad. Shaun was clearly either about to die at any moment or die at any moment and then explode. And how long had it been this bad, Shaun too stubborn to tell them?
“What do we do?” Desmond sniffed again, but rubbed his nose and ignored the itch. “Lucy will kill me if I let you die on my watch. We need to…” He paused, blinking. “We need to get you to bed and, uh, raise your legs, right? Something like that?”
Shaun’s glare promised all kinds of excruciating demise. “I’m not going into bloody shock, Desmond, I’m just—” Another wave of what looked like agony interrupted the belligerent snark. He crumpled against the chair, head thrown back and neck bared as he gasped.
Desmond blinked again, incredibly distracted. Something about the twist of Shaun’s eyebrows, the shape of his expression when he winced was wrong, didn’t…
“Fuck.” Shaun’s arms shook as he tried to push himself up. “Ah. Alright. I may have been a tad hasty when I said it wasn’t as bad as it looked.”
Desmond grabbed Shaun’s arm. The skin burned under the sleeve. “Tell me you’re joking.”
“It feels a like I’m going to die in five minutes,” said Shaun in a hoarse voice. “And a little like I’m about to lose my mind. Or explode. I think… I think I might need your help on this one.”
“Oh. Wow. You really are dying. Okay.” Desmond pulled him out of the chair. “Come on. Bedroom.”
Shaun gave a whole-body jerk at that. “No, Desmond—”
“Shut up. As the only man here who isn’t about to die in five minutes or explode, I call the shots,” he said and dragged Shaun to his bed. He ran back to rinse some washcloths under cold water and when he returned Shaun was flat on the bed and—
Oh.
Desmond swallowed. Now that Shaun was in his bedroom and Desmond saw his symptoms in a new frame, it—well, still didn’t look like allergies but it didn’t look like allergies in an entirely new way. Shaun was biting his lower lip, eyes pressed shut as he writhed back against the covers, tossing his head back and forth. One of his hands clenched over his stomach and clawed at his sweater. The other pulled firmly at his shirt collar, wrenching it down from his neck.
Definitely not allergies.
Desmond’s mouth was dry. He sniffed again. “Shaun,” he said. He tried desperately to think whether it would be best to cover Shaun in blankets or cool him off or, or what. He gripped the damp washcloths in his hands. “Shaun, what do you need?” The last word stuck in his throat.
Shaun kicked his shoes off and they went flying against the wall. “Anything but blankets!” He seized Desmond’s wrists and held him still when Desmond pressed the cold washcloth to his face and neck. Shaun’s gratified moan raised bumps all over Desmond’s skin. “I don’t know. I just need.”
“Jesus, Shaun,” he muttered. “What’s going on in there?”
“Shut up! Don’t you think I’ve been trying to figure that out?” Shaun continued turning against the bed and rubbing himself against the cloth and Desmond’s hand. It seemed to offer him some relief to have something to move against. “God, this is torture. It doesn’t hurt, that’s the worst thing.”
“It doesn’t hurt?” Desmond’s mouth may have hung open. “Then… what is it? What’s the problem?”
Shaun looked away. “I don’t know.”
“You have to tell me if it’s—” He reared back from the bed and barely got his arm up before he sneezed into his sleeve.
Shaun stared at him in horror.
Sneezes and Other Physiological Responses [3/5]
(Anonymous) 2011-07-07 03:38 am (UTC)(link)“It was only a sneeze!”
“Get out.” Shaun struggled weakly to push Desmond away, which ended in his hands dragging across Desmond’s chest and, yeah, Desmond could feel it now. Stirring up the fever-warmth rising even as the itch in his sinuses faded. Shaun continued shoving. “Move! What if you picked it up from me?”
“Quit it,” Desmond said distantly, already losing his breath as he stared down at the hands on his chest. Shaun stared too, grinding his teeth and clenching his fists around the cloth, but his hands stayed. “Maybe you shouldn’t touch me.”
“Oh shut up, Desmond. What are you, five?” Shaun sort of clenched all over and slumped in defeat as his hands slid down Desmond’s stomach.
Desmond wanted to take his own hands and press them over Shaun’s, keep that touch from going anywhere. It’d be better if his sweatshirt wasn’t in the way, he thought. And then he stopped and thought about what he'd just suggested to himself. His heart rate sped up.
This was so officially Not Allergies.
“This is a little embarrassing,” Shaun said with commendable strength, “but it seems I can’t. Stop touching you. Oh god,” he hissed as Desmond leaned into his touch. It was probably mean, given how hard Shaun was concentrating on pulling away, but Desmond felt it down to his toes and it was like scratching at an itch—he didn’t want it to stop. And there was the faint promise somewhere in the back of his primordial brain that if he chased after this sensation long enough the itch might go away…
“You’re right, it doesn’t really hurt,” Desmond said, still feeling dazed. He couldn’t get his head around the concept of not being in pain while his body reeled from what was quickly ripening into agony. “I think it’s going faster in me than it did in you.”
“Well done!” Shaun said and rolled his eyes. “Gold star for you. Where does that leave us, then? Maybe you’ll keel over faster for all we know and what are you doing?”
Calling it an itch, that wasn’t completely right. It was more like waiting for a sneeze all day and right before release someone had stopped it and asked, do you want to do that? Are you sure? Of course it’s satisfying and you’ll feel it all over and stop thinking about how much you want to sneeze every other second, but are you really sure?
Desmond fell over the bed, catching himself with his hand on the other side of Shaun’s head. They both inhaled like two men lowering themselves into a stinging cold bath, but now Desmond was mostly on the mattress and they would have been mostly touching if not for Shaun’s splayed hands still on Desmond’s stomach, holding him back.
Need.
“Shaun,” Desmond said slowly, staring at the skin on Shaun’s neck.
“No,” Shaun answered. He squeezed his eyes shut and gasped, and fuck that made Desmond’s body heat up all over.
“It feels better if you’re touching something, doesn’t it,” Desmond continued, not sure how he was still speaking. His arms shook, his head buzzed with need, must, now. “Listen. When you actually have allergies, you sneeze. Maybe this is just the way of getting it out of our systems.”
Slowly, Shaun opened his eyes again. They were fixed and blown out, glassy, full of the same want except on Shaun it looked downright predatory. They were both trembling, staring at one another from across that small, unbearable distance. Desmond lowered himself down a fraction, and he… he…
Hadn’t even noticed he was hard. Taut, straining, tip peeking out his underwear hard.
And so was Shaun.
Sneezes and Other Physiological Responses [4/5]
(Anonymous) 2011-07-07 03:45 am (UTC)(link)“So are you,” he heard Shaun say, and something in Desmond’s head went, click.
The hands on him moved at the same time he did, dragging down to his body until they touched waistband. Desmond struggled with the shirt covering up Shaun’s skin, couldn’t get it out of the way fast enough. Shaun fought his pants, but as soon as the button popped he shoved his hand down Desmond’s pants and firmly wrapped his hand around Desmond’s cock and oh fuck, that was it. Desmond couldn’t breathe. That was it.
Getting out of their clothes was a hasty and artless process, a mere hurdle in the way of whatever it they were going to damn well take care of. He wetly mouthed Shaun’s neck as they finally rid themselves of their underwear. “Have you… ever done this before?” Shaun said in his ear.
There were three hands down between them, and it was all a little confusing, but all Desmond cared about was at least one of them was rubbing down his length and passing a thumb over the slit, and at least one of them was his and had a solid grip around Shaun, returning the favor. “No,” he said with a grunt. “Not with a guy.”
“Same.”
Desmond pushed himself up and slid down Shaun’s body in one slick motion. He didn’t know what he wanted, but he wanted it now, and whatever was driving both of them seemed to have a pretty good idea of how he was going to get it. He shivered, glutted with the possibility of fulfillment. “I think this might help. Brace yourself.”
“What? Des—”
He was glad Lucy and Rebecca weren’t there to hear Shaun shout when Desmond went down on him. Might help, it turned out, was a slight understatement. For Desmond, anyway.
He stroked the length of it with his tongue, sucking harder, lapping the underside. He swirled his tongue over the head and swallowed up any smooth beads of pre-come that appeared, but he grew anxious when it wasn’t enough, wasn’t giving him what he wanted. “Shit,” Shaun hissed, and two strong hands clamped over Desmond’s head, dragging him down. When Desmond gagged and choked it didn’t matter, somehow. The gnawing lust made it inconsequential to the heat, the hardness, the whole presence of this beautiful form filling him just how he needed. It amazed him.
And then suddenly it was gone, yanked away from him. Shaun shoved him back and Desmond practically snarled at him. “What the hell, asshole? I wasn’t done!”
“Tough,” Shaun said and flipped them. He clamped his hands over Desmond’s hips, holding him down, and then his head lowered and—
Oh, heat. God, fucking everywhere, he was drowning in it. Shaun’s tongue licked a wide slow path over the sensitive head of his cock and Desmond couldn’t remember a thing about why he’d wanted to punch Shaun in the face a few seconds ago. Probably not important. Not important at all fuck. The need swelled within him and made him writhe, willing the hunger, the itch, whatever it was, to stop tightening like a knot inside him and just release.
“Wait,” he groaned, eyes flying open. “No, nonono, turn around. Turn around!” he ordered, and luckily Shaun’s expression said he knew exactly what Desmond was thinking: without releasing the cock in his mouth, he pivoted around so his own member hung directly over Desmond’s face and, oh. Oh yes, please.
Sneezes and Other Physiological Responses [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2011-07-07 03:58 am (UTC)(link)They quieted beautifully, each happily occupied while being serviced at the same time. Desmond wasn’t sure he was in the optimal position, though. Shaun could face-fuck him if he pleased, though Desmond could encourage him by pulling him down, but Shaun again had most of the control in sucking. His hands held Desmond down sometimes, until it was unbearable not having the option to thrust up into that hot mouth.
Being on his back offered Desmond a few unique openings. His saliva and the pre-come coating his tongue pooled at the back of his throat, and he finally had to swallow. The contraction of his throat muscles coaxed the cock head into his throat and held it snug there a moment before releasing. Though it was muffled around Desmond’s own length, Shaun made the most honest and grateful noise he’d probably ever made in his life.
“Blood hell, Desmond,” Shaun sighed. “I know there’s something driving us to do it, but are you sure this is your first time?”
He was almost back into a rhythm when Shaun shifted and his cock neatly slipped from Desmond’s mouth. He lifted his head to follow it and found he couldn’t, had to desperately lap at what came within reach until Shaun realized and lowered his hips. “Could ask you the same,” he said before Shaun slid past his waiting lips.
Desmond’s orgasm came out of nowhere, like it had been drawn up from deep within or somewhere far away without him noticing. He moaned in surrender around Shaun’s cock, felt hands holding him down throughout as Shaun swallowed him and refused to let up until Desmond once again lay back on the bed, exhausted. And Shaun was still softly licking him, cleaning away every last drop, when he grunted and Desmond was finally rewarded with a serving of thick, salty fluid. He opened as wide as he could and raised his hands to cup Shaun’s ass, gently urging him down as he released and thrust into the back of Desmond throat.
The sounds of leisurely sucking faded as the thoughtless desire washed out of their systems. At last Shaun rolled to the side, falling against his bed. They caught their breath and didn’t speak for a while.
“Are you,” Desmond said to the ceiling, “are you, uh. Clean?”
The comforter at Desmond’s feet moved as Shaun nodded. “Yes. You?”
“Yeah.”
“Oh. Good.”
It'd probably have been weird to say something about enjoying it. “At least the girls got out,” said Desmond, avoiding the similar but entirely different At least the girls were out.
“And it doesn’t seem to be coming back,” Shaun added, keeping to the theme of statements they could both agree on.
“Gesundheit, Shaun,” Desmond said with a deep sigh. Shaun’s bed was surprisingly comfortable.
He could almost hear Shaun roll his eyes.
“Oh, fine. Bless you, Desmond.”
ahaha, oh god what.Thanks for reading~Re: Sneezes and Other Physiological Responses [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2011-07-07 05:19 am (UTC)(link)This is awesome! You are awesome! Sex Pollen FTW! I love the fact that they're really trying to avoid talking about what just happened! (And them asking if the other is clean is probably the most realistic reaction I've seen in the meme.)
(I read the prompt, and I always thought that Sex Pollen was a Star Trek plot device...??)
Re: Sneezes and Other Physiological Responses [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2011-07-07 08:14 am (UTC)(link)*puts on librarian hat*
Star Trek was indeed one of the original innovators, which I didn't know! I read
while doing research for this fic whutthat sex pollen as a plot device has its foundation in both Star Trek and DC Comics. It eventually pops up in every fandom these days, but I'm guessing certain ones (sci-fi, supernatural/fantasy, comic books) simply produce more fanworks featuring it due to the nature of their canon material. I just assumed the OP was commenting on the comparatively high amount of sex pollen fic in the OP's comic book fandoms than in this one :)Re: Sneezes and Other Physiological Responses [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2011-07-07 08:28 am (UTC)(link)Course we could just do the
aliensApple made them do it, with our fandom, huh? >:D Such a convenient plot device.Re: Sneezes and Other Physiological Responses [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2011-07-08 06:08 am (UTC)(link)