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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]
We're about to reach the posting limit on pt.1&2, this is for those who wish to continue/write on prompts on both these parts.
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Fill: Assassin and Thief [2/6]
(Anonymous) 2011-07-15 06:00 pm (UTC)(link)For his part, the thief - who gave his name as Ciro Cavallari - did not care where he was. He was happy to sit and drink wine at Ezio's expense. He believed all of the most ridiculous myths about the old fox - who, in person, was quite ordinary! Ezio drank his wine and propped his chin on his hand, listening to Ciro rattle off the usual "facts".
La Volpe could steal anything from anyone, and see through walls. La Volpe robbed the Pope in the Papal carriage, in broad daylight, and nobody noticed. La Volpe was immortal. La Volpe could run and climb forever without tiring.
I can do that, thought Ezio. The inn was warm, and Cavallari had unlaced the collar of his shirt, showing a hint of the sparse hair on his chest. The skin over the young thief's collarbone was damp. It would taste salty.
"La Volpe can climb to the roof of the Palazzo Medici," said Ciro Cavallari. "It is said he was there, and on top of the Palazzo della Signoria, and on top of -"
On top of your mother, thought Ezio, but kept that to himself. "I know, I know,” he said instead. “The Basilica at Santa Croce. All at the same time. Think about what you're saying - no man can be in three places at once! It was probably just on the same night."
"Have you climbed the Medici palace?" Cavallari's brown eyes narrowed as he smiled. His sleeves were rolled up over his elbows, showing wiry brown arms and strong hands. He was a little on the skinny side, but his back was straight, his shoulders square. And that smirk. No wonder the guards had wanted to smack him about. Ezio would not be surprised if he could start a fight just by looking at a man, with that insolent expression on his face. He needed to be slammed against a wall and kissed. Among other things.
"Well -" Ezio swallowed a mouthful of wine. "I've been on the roof. Yes."
"You climbed from the outside?"
"...No."
"Then how did you get up there?"
"There are - certain chambers on the third floor on the eastern side. It doesn't matter. I can climb anything La Volpe can."
The thought of exactly how the old fox had got on top of the Palazzo Medici had never occurred to Ezio before. Lorenzo had never mentioned him. But then, Lorenzo had never mentioned lots of things.
"I don't know about that," Cavallari said, draining his mug. He signalled for more wine. "La Volpe is said to have the agility of a young man in his prime."
Ezio had had enough. He stood up.
"Il Colosseo," he said.
"What about it?"
"We race to the top."
Cavallari laughed. "If you want. How much have you had to drink, Auditore?"
Cheeky brat.
Ciro Cavallari really needed to be taught a lesson.
Fill: Assassin and Thief [3/6]
(Anonymous) 2011-07-15 06:01 pm (UTC)(link)Cavallari had sharp eyes. He was good at spotting the armed Borgia search parties that roamed the countryside, and he was good at avoiding them, too. He could move silently and melt into shadow. There were several moments when Ezio lost sight of him. He wondered if the thief could be made to see sense about the need to take up arms against the Borgia. He was daring, intelligent, athletic – he would make a fine assassin.
If only you could trust him as far as you could throw him, Ezio reminded himself.
A distant howl echoed across from the ruins, suggesting a pack of the Followers of Romulus. Ciro turned his head in the direction of the noise, alert as a hunted fox, but there was no fear in his eyes as they glittered in moonlight.
I would like to see La Volpe slay ten of those crazy bastards in as many seconds, Ezio thought grumpily. He might look for their lair, later.
Assassin and thief reached the north-east part of the Antico district, and stood in the moon shadow of the Colosseum.
Ezio rested a hand on Ciro's shoulder and pointed to the highest part of the structure - the still-standing north segment of the ancient amphitheatre's outermost wall. "Reach the east end of the highest wall," he said to the young man.
“Easily done,” said Ciro. “But I thought you wanted to challenge me.”
"You had best watch your step, Ciro Cavallari." Ezio smiled. “That is only the first part of our race. After that, go down through the centre tier and touch the ground where the banners and the crocifisso stand. Then, climb up again – the winner is the first man on the westernmost end of the second-storey walkway.”
"If you say so.” Ciro shrugged. “Are we going to climb, or just talk all night?"
They looked at each other, and sprinted for the stone walls.
***
Ezio ran up the stone column between two arches at ground level and jumped. The momentum carried him up several feet, through which he barely used his arms except to steady himself.
Instinct guided him to each handhold and he lost himself in the pure joy of climbing. He breathed deeply and smelled moss and ancient stone. He felt that he could climb blind if he had to.
A few climb-leaps in quick succession, and he pulled himself up onto the walkway of the third storey. He ran east a few paces, his arms and hands glad of the relief; then he swung himself out through an archway, back onto the stone facade to climb again.
Here the texture of the wall alternated between limestone and newer brickwork. Climbing fast, Ezio reached one of the square windows on the fourth and highest level of the wall. He quickly edged his body east, to where he knew the overhanging ledge that ran around the top of the wall had collapsed. This way, he would not have to deal with hoisting himself up over the overhang. It was more dangerous - his hands loosened crumbling stone more than once – but it was faster. He pulled himself up on top of the Colosseum, and crouched.
An eagle circled overhead and Ezio felt that all was right. For a moment it was as though he saw from the eagle's eyes, piercing and predatory, aware of everything that moved. When the moment passed, he couldn't see Ciro, but he knew where he was.
The thief had elected to sprint east along the ground before climbing, and he was now directly below their first landmark. Ciro was much closer to it than Ezio, but he still had to climb – and manage the overhang at the top – while Ezio had only to run.
Fill: Assassin and Thief [4/6]
(Anonymous) 2011-07-15 06:02 pm (UTC)(link)He caught a handhold, quickly glanced below, and dropped again, safe in the knowledge that his body would obey him. He could still do anything he needed to do; he always could. The drop was not far, now, and he let go.
His landing was perfect, the impact absorbed as he crouched. He didn't pause, but began to run, leaping and landing and balancing his way down through the inner skeleton of the amphitheatre, through the massive framework of arches, broken columns and makeshift scaffolding.
Ezio reached the soft ground only a moment before Ciro. There was only one stretch left of their race. He calmed his breathing and launched himself for the final stretch. He ran up the side of a low brick wall, braced his foot and launched himself backwards, springing high into the air and turning as he did so. It was a trick La Volpe had taught him, so many years ago, and he used all the height he gained to reach a handhold on the innermost circle of arches, and kept running.
Up, over, down, his movements elegant and simple, efficient. He knew how to use the least amount of effort to gain the maximum force. From the corner of his eye he saw Ciro below him, following with his daring style. He could probably run faster than Ezio, but ultimately he was no match for Ezio's precision and trained economy of motion.
And, thought Ezio, reaching their finishing point with a deep sense of satisfaction, Ciro was no match for his endurance.
By the time Ciro caught up, he was struggling for breath, while Ezio was breathing quickly but quite calmly.
The scene was familiar, echoing one from Ezio's youth in Firenze. He had been convinced La Volpe had some supernatural power, to run and jump so quickly – but there was nothing otherworldly about it. It was skill – knowing how to do the least necessary to get the greatest result.
Ciro wiped sweat from his forehead and stared at Ezio in amazement, gasping for air.
“I've never seen anybody climb like that,” he said. There was no trace of that smart-assed smirk on his face now. Ezio took both of Ciro's hands, and the boy looked at him in awe. “How - you're so fast, I – and you're not even -”
Ezio drew him closer, smiling, watching his eyes. This is better, he thought. A fine evening indeed.
“You,” said Ciro. “You are La Volpe. You must be.”
Fill: Assassin and Thief [5/6]
(Anonymous) 2011-07-15 06:03 pm (UTC)(link)“I suppose you were bound to find out sooner or later,” he said with a shrug.
But mostly smug.
Dazed with exertion and hero-worship, Ciro Cavallari did not object when Ezio backed him against the nearest wall, cupped his face and kissed him. He let Ezio push his tongue into his mouth, gasping as the Assassin slid long fingers through his sweat-tangled hair.
Working a knee between his legs, Ezio felt the younger man's cock hard against his thigh, and smiled into his mouth.
“What's this,” he whispered, brushing the thief's erection through his breeches with light fingers and making him moan, a mix of pleasure and anxiety in the noise. Ezio pushed his own erection against Ciro's so that their cocks touched through their clothes. Ciro rested hands still shaking from the efforts of their race on Ezio's hips and fought to steady himself, breathing rapidly.
Ezio did not slow down; instead he pulled Ciro's shirt free of his breeches and trailed his fingers down his flat belly, through the trail of damp dark hair under his navel. He moved his mouth to Ciro's throat, kissing and sucking and biting, his mouth quick and hungry. He nuzzled into the younger man's neck, murmuring with pleasure as he tasted salt.
Ciro caught his breath as Ezio unbuckled the younger man's belt, opened his breeches and slipped a hand inside, feeling for his cock. He took it in his hand, stroking it with skilled firm fingers, and felt it harden even more. Then he flipped Ciro around to press him face-first against the wall and dragged his breeches down to bare his ass.
Drawing his own cock out of his breeches Ezio pressed his hard length along the cleft of Ciro's buttocks.
“No man has done this to you before,” he murmured into the young thief's ear. With one hand, he stroked Ciro's cock; with the other, he pinned the younger man firmly against the wall by his upper arm. “Hm?”
“-No – never,” Ciro gasped. His fingers gripped the bricks as he struggled to steady himself.
Ezio rubbed his cock between warm, firm cheeks and kissed Ciro's ear, slipping his tongue into the hole and making him shiver.
“Then I shouldn't,” he said. He thumbed the head of Ciro's cock and pressed a kiss to the side of his neck.
“Ah – God -” Ciro thrust into his hand, then back against his cock. “You cannot stop now!”
Ezio laughed against his throat. “I suspect you are right,” he said, and slicked two fingers with his mouth.
Ciro cried out when the first wet fingertip pressed into him, and Ezio forced himself to pause just long enough to let him adjust to the strange sensation. Then he eased the finger inside, deeper and deeper, feeling Ciro's thin body tense under him. He drew out, eliciting a confused moan from Ciro, before penetrating again with both slippery fingers, pushing them them in firmly to the knuckles. Ciro gave a low, pained groan. Ezio kissed his throat, murmuring in sympathy, firm fingers sliding against each other to stretch the younger man.
Fill: Assassin and Thief [6/6]
(Anonymous) 2011-07-15 06:04 pm (UTC)(link)Ciro buried his teeth in the sleeve of his shirt as Ezio began to lose control, sliding in and out of him, the motions of his hips sharper and rougher. Then all of a sudden Ezio was over the edge, groaning in delight, coming inside the young thief in long, slow spurts. After that it was easier, and Ezio moved quickly in his own slick come, still hard enough to fuck the younger man firmly until he reached his climax. He gave a choked scream as he came, rocking back against the older man and shuddering helplessly, his eyes tightly shut. Hot come spattered Ezio's hand as Ciro finished.
After, Ezio leaned against Ciro, pressing him against the wall and leaning on him, the muscles in his legs shaking, until their breathing recovered. Then he pulled out gently, and they fixed their clothing, awkward now that the moment was well and truly over.
“Please, Ser Ezio - La Volpe - accept me as your apprentice,” Ciro said, dropping to one knee. “Teach me to climb the way you do. Let me join the Thieves' Guild.”
And Ezio, feeling like a fool – but a very satisfied and happy fool – had no other answer but to accept.
***
"So. La Volpe Addormentata," said Ciro, approaching Ezio several days later in a bustling market district of Roma. "I am surprised you didn't take me there earlier, given that it is our headquarters. Guildmaster."
Ezio scratched the back of his neck. "It slipped my mind."
"Indeed,” said Ciro. “No matter - I found the place myself."
"Oh." Ezio was starting to sweat. "Well done."
"I drank wine there last night. I didn't see you there."
"I have been busy." Ezio looked at the crowd, wondering if it was thick enough for him to disappear.
"I understand. Being master of two guilds at once must be very time-consuming."
"Oh, it is," Ezio said.
"So time-consuming, that perhaps only a man who could be in more than one place at a time could manage such a feat."
"Well, what can I say?" Ezio shrugged. "You know the stories."
"I know some of them. But I had not heard the one in which La Volpe changes his body, face and voice to those of an entirely different man, forgets ever meeting people, and then attempts to recruit someone who is already a member of his own guild. That one was all new."
"Come now, Ciro," Ezio said, rubbing his forehead. "Don't tell me you've never exaggerated in order to take someone to bed."
Ciro grinned at him. Thankfully, he didn't seem angry - just amused. "Exaggerated, perhaps. But pretending to be the master of the Thieves' Guild? How pathetic.” He gave Ezio a rather pitying look and clapped him on the shoulder. “Farewell, Auditore – I'm sure our paths will cross in Roma in the future.” He jogged off with an insolent little wave.
It was only when Ciro's lithe, dark-haired frame disappeared among the market stalls that Ezio - feeling oddly lighter - thought to check for his coin pouch.
Re: Fill: Assassin and Thief [6/6]
(Anonymous) 2011-11-05 04:28 am (UTC)(link)