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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.
Writers! It is your responsibility to link back to the original prompt.
There are no request in this part of the meme.
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Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Discussion
Re: Two Eagles (126/?)
“I do not,” Ezio said, he’s such a terrible lier it’s criminal.
“Quite,” is all he responded with, sounding unimpressed, making Ezio’s mouth turn down in a frown. “You should know that I do get angry often, and when I do, it is usually at no one but myself,” he continues and sees Ezio’s unease when he draws his sword, the short one that he keeps tucked up against his shoulder blades. “But I know how you are,” he says simply. “You don’t trust me and think that I’ll react badly to anything else you do, because you don’t want to offend me.” Ezio is visibly startled, because yes, that really is exactly it. “I want you to know that there is no bad blood between us, which is why I want you to attack me, work it out of your system,” he isn’t even holding his sword up, just with it curved towards his back.
“I do not think that is a good idea,” Ezio says.
“Why, afraid you’ll lose, Mentor,” Altair challenged, teasing him.
“I do not think it would be a fair fight. Few can match me in skill-
Altair interrupts him with soft laughter, “I would say do not make me laugh, but you already have, come,” he motions with his free left hand. “I am not afraid, for I will not lose.”
“You are very bold Aalam,” Ezio said eyeing him.
“It’s why you keep me around isn’t it? Someone must have the balls to tell you you’re wrong, and we know Machiavelli won’t look nearly as good doing it as I,” he prodded further, the amusement clear in his voice now.
Ezio chuckles, “Perhaps we should make a bet then,” Ezio finally draws his sword, it’s Syrian style but new with a gleaming style. Well isn’t he a copy cat? Altair is only amused by it.
“Oh?” Altair asked taking a careful step back when Ezio moved forward two.
“If I win you won’t wear that stupid mask anymore.”
Altair felt his brows up, “And what do I get when I win,” he didn’t use the word ‘if’ since now there was no doubt that he’d win, since he wouldn’t be doing that any time soon, not for Ezio at least.
“What do you want?” Ezio stepped closer.
“I will think about it and get back to you,” Altair said, for now there was nothing he wanted that Ezio could give him. “You’ll just owe me one,” he liked the idea of Ezio owing him one.
Re: Two Eagles (126/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-08-18 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Two Eagles (126/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-08-22 07:43 am (UTC)(link)Re: Two Eagles (127/?)
Altair just grinned, “I am not running, simply—” and he sprang forward, finally, his short sword sweeping out in front of him. Ezio managed to side step but they both heard the sound of cloth tearing. “Planning my attack,” Altair said as he turned on the spot and faced Ezio again.
“That was rude,” Ezio said holding out the end of his cape to inspect. There was a six inch long cut in it.
“I am known to be such,” Altair said and made Ezio jump away again as he pressed his advantage of a distracted Ezio. Ezio threw up his sword and caught Altair’s blade just in time. Altair then put him on the defensive. “You’d think you’d know to keep your eyes on an opponent by now Ezio. Did your uncle nor your years teach you nothing?” he asked and when Ezio tried to make an attack Altair just batted it away as if it was nothing more than an annoyance.
“I know well how to fight,” Ezio growled back.
“Oh you do? Perhaps you should show me then?” Altair openly teased him. He knew unlike himself Ezio was easy to tease and set off. “Instead of just waving that sword around. You’ll hurt yourself,” and as it to prove his point he slipped into Ezio’s defenses and grabbed Ezio by the wrist. “Or everyone around you,” he added softly, leaning close and tapped his short sword to Ezio’s chest.
The younger man swung to land a punch on Altair’s face but he saw the flicker of yellow from the side of his eye and in a move of acrobatics simply flipped out of the way. Ezio stared after him. “How did you do that?” he demanded trying not to sound impressed. Altair just put a finger to his lips, now with both feet back on the stone. “What?”
“A good Assassin knows how to get out of any situation. He can move like water and leave his opponent spinning in circles. I learned from one of our eastern brothers. He taught me many things,” Altair said slowly circling Ezio. “Can you leave me in circles Ezio?” he asked cocking his head.
Ezio just growled, taking the bait and now Altair let himself take the defensive. Altair’s blade moved through motions that no one this side of the world had seen. He imagined he held one of the oriental blades he’d once trained with, with it’s graceful curve and dark steel that flashed like rippling water at the end of his wrist almost bending under the force of his motions. This short sword did not react like those blades but it was still familiar and responded to the graceful motions of Altair’s arm and wrist.
Ezio didn’t land one hit, or even get close.
“You are better than I expected,” Ezio ground out from between his teeth.
“You should always expect your opponent to be better than you Ezio.”
“Do you?” he snarled and pressed down on Altair, using his superior height and bulk to gain a slight advantage.
“Always,” Altair said softly, leaning forward so their faces almost touched. “Even if they never are,” and in one fluid motion Altair unbalanced Ezio but suddenly dropping to the ground and rolling to the side. Ezio fell forward but tucked himself into a roll as well, popping up a moment later in time to leap away from Altair’s sword aimed right at his throat.
“You’re very cocky Aalam,” Ezio said voice wary now.
“Confidence. Do not confuse the two,” Altair said moving forward again and making Ezio have to defend himself. “An Assassin always acts in confidence, even if deep inside he is at a loss and doesn’t know what to do,” he said. “For to panic is to be vulnerable and to be vulnerable is to allow the Brotherhood to be compromised; the third tenet of the Brotherhood,” his words were punctuated by the sound of ringing steel as Altair slapped his sword against Ezio’s brutally twisting it into holes Ezio didn’t even know he had until Altair’s blade almost met his body.
“The third tenet,” Ezio repeated and to most ears it was a statement, to Altair’s it was a question. A subtle one, as though Ezio had never before heard of such things, the tenets. “You will find I have confidence in spades Aalam. I would never allow harm to come to my Brotherhood,” and he tried to get on the offensive.
Re: Two Eagles (128/?)
“Second?” Ezio huffed, his breath ragged now from their furious fight.
“Of our Creed,” Altair said pulling back to let Ezio attack him properly. The man thought better when he wasn’t being annoyed he was losing in a sword fight. Ezio’s sword tried to fight the holes in Altair’s style but after so many years Altair had no holes. At least none he didn’t put there on purpose.
“I cannot remember, I am getting on in my years. Remind me,” Ezio growled out.
Altair grinned from behind his mask. His plan was working perfectly. He refrained from making a crack at Ezio’s age and said. “You are a blade in the crowd. A ghost amid the living. Hide in plain sight,” and to make the lesson stick Altair spun, his black and red cape fluttered out behind him in an arc. He reached up and at speed unlatched it so that on his second pass in the spin he flung it at Ezio.
The cape hit Ezio square in the face and the man stumbled back a few feet, regained his footing and jumped back blindly to miss Altair’s swipe. “Always remain undetected,” Altair said as Ezio tugged Altair’s cape away from his face and Altair once again slid up almost too close to Ezio startling the younger man and making him back up again. “A visible Assassin is a dead Assassin,” and their swords grated together as Ezio tried to hit from from close range.
He saw Ezio’s throat bob as he swallowed and tried to slip away. Ezio found himself with his back to the wall of the training courtyard. His eyes widened slightly and Altair almost effortlessly disarmed him, making Ezio give a wince as his sword clattered out of reach. One hand pinned Ezio’s left hand to the wall, the other pressed his own left hand and Ezio’s right to Ezio’s shoulder.
“And the last, the first really,” Altair said in barely a breath of air, his mask almost touching Ezio. “Most important,” and Altair’s hidden blade shot out of it’s sheath so it almost shot through Ezio’s throat. Ezio just started at him, slightly confused, maybe a bit worried, and swallowed hard. “Stay your blade from the flesh of an innocent,” he whispered and then let Ezio go. The younger man visibly relaxed when Altair stepped back. “Hmmm,” Altair said and went to pick up Ezio’s sword for him. “It appears you now owe me a favor my friend,” Altair said offering Ezio his sword, his voice light.
Ezio took it after a second, “It appears I do,” he agreed, seeming relived to be back on less intense terms. “You… fight like no one I have ever met Aalam,” he admitted.
“As I have been told,” Altair shrugged and reached back behind him to shove his short sword back up between his shoulder blades. “Often people do not live to see my true skill. I thought anything less against you would be an insult however,” and Ezio could see Altair’s eyes crinkle in a smile.
“Where did you learn to fight like that?”
“Monteriggioni,” Altair lied, such a small, effortless lie. “Mario often played hosts to our brothers from other lands. They have different ways of seeing the world. Different ways of fighting. I learned from them, to be the best I could be, in all things,” Altair said facing away from Ezio as he went to retrieve his fallen cape. For a moment he thought about reattaching it before he folded the square up instead and tucked it under his arm. At least that short story was not such a lie. Mario had played such a part to Assassins from other lands.
“I did not know,” Ezio frowned watching Altair carefully.
“There is much to learn from all our brothers. I see the skills of our novices increasing when you send them off on missions to far off lands,” Altair said and rested his hands on his belt easily. “They learn other ways, new ways, it is good for them, good for all of us,” Altair nodded.
“I see the wisdom in this,” Ezio agreed.
Re: Two Eagles (128/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-09-29 11:37 pm (UTC)(link)I love Altair in fight-mode and I love the plot of your story! It's amazing!
I'm usually not so fond of slash, but this story it's so interesting that I don't really mind. (D
I really hope you'll continue it! ^^
Just a question: Altair will be called by his real name at some point? I love his name! (ok, ok... I admit it. I love Altair in general XD) No even his lover calls him by his real name... it's so sad. Poor MY Altair! My precioussssss.... ok. I'm stopping right now, I promise. XD
PS: I hope my English isn't too awful... this isn't my first language so I hope I didn't write down too much stupid errors!
Keep going with the story! ^^
Ciao!
Re: Two Eagles (128/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-11-12 09:16 am (UTC)(link)Keep up the good work!
Re: Two Eagles (128/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-12-10 06:05 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Two Eagles (129)
(Anonymous) 2012-04-14 01:10 am (UTC)(link)http://www.fanfiction.net/s/6740626/24/Two_Eagles
Happy reading ya'll.