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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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Between a Floor and a Dangerous Place [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-10-26 03:16 am (UTC)(link)Those are the bad days.
When he's been up twenty-four hours, alert only by the power of his own will and the fumes of the coffee pot that temporarily takes up permanent residence in his hand. When the missions go wrong and Shaun swears he can feel every gasp and scream through his audio link with whatever team he's supposed to be helping. When it takes everything he has to cut that link when the echoing silence after the last scream is replaced by mocking voices. Prodding and pressing for any little scrap of info they can drag out of him. Those days are few and far between, thankfully, despite the increasing number of risky missions they've been running lately.
Most days, Shaun is content with his lot in life.
Smugly satisfied with the fact that he was good enough to see something that's been hidden for hundreds of years. Proud of the fact that he is good at the jobs he does. Not that it stops him from complaining about the conditions he's found himself having to put up with, but that's completely normal. Shaun firmly believes that no human on the planet is ever truly happy unless they can bitch and moan about something.
Then there are the other days.
The days when he really wishes the Assassins had never found him in time. That Rebecca had been delayed just five more minutes. That he'd died quickly and peacefully of a bullet to the back of his head. Those are the really bad days. The ones where he finds himself giving serious contemplation to putting a bullet through his own brain to finish what Abstergos started.
Days like today.
Finding himself pinned to the wall --with bloody tentacles-- by Alex Mercer was the perfect start to a spectacularly bad day. In fact, if what little information Shaun had been able to gather was right, it was a fantastic start to getting himself killed.
Or raped. Which had become a possibility disturbingly fast and only increased the longer he stayed pinned. The hysterical part of his mind --firmly locked away in the interest of self-preservation-- pointed out that he had no one to blame for that but himself as he technically seemed to have started it.
"Bastard!" Shaun hissed out ignoring the pain as Alex bit him again, and tried harder to get out of the man's grip. Pain radiated through his neck and he could feel the warm slide of blood as it rolled down his neck.
What he knew about Alex wouldn't be enough to fit into a metaphorical thimble. Even after he'd wasted time hacking into the ridiculously complex communication system the military had set up. What he found only confirmed what anyone could learn within five seconds of seeing the man. Fast, strong, dangerous-
Alex grinned at him, teeth looking startlingly white with Shaun's blood on them. An unnaturally long looking tongue flicked out to catch a drop escaping the corner of his mouth.
-and completely insane.
"Shut up," Alex said, no ordered, and then enforced it. A tendril rose out of his chest to wind tight around Shaun's neck. It was an alien sensation. Slightly cool and dry it slid against his skin with a slight burn that he forgot when he realized the intent.
Shaun gasped a protest that was unintelligible as his airway was abruptly closed. Blind panic gripped him then and he stupidly struggled. Head whipping side to side and hands clawing against what bit of Alex was in reach. Even as adrenaline kicked in, Shaun could feel himself calming down. The burn of his lungs and the way his vision blurred were far too familiar to him.
Re: Between a Floor and a Dangerous Place [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-10-26 03:17 am (UTC)(link)The first rush of air was as sweet and painful as it was unexpected. His head spun with euphoria as he sucked in several quick breaths before pausing. It was an old instinct that knew too much, too fast was just as bad as none at all. Born from the days before he'd really got on Abstergos' bad side and thought asphyxiation was titillating. Back when the thought of death and pain wasn't as much of a reality as it was now.
He banished those thoughts as quickly as they appeared, now was not the time to reminisce about his sordid past. Shaun slumped against the wall and breathed until he could see Alex clearly. His voice, when he spoke was hoarse. "What the hell do you want?"
Alex tilted his head to the side. An oddly delicate and birdlike gesture. "What do you want?"
"I don't-" Shaun trailed off into a series of coughs that emphasized how bruised and abraded his throat felt. Goddammit. He didn't need that reminder.
Alex was grinning, eyes staring him down intently as he shifted. One thigh sliding between Shaun's and rubbing up. Making Shaun horrifyingly aware of how little his body cared for what his mind might or might not want.
Shaun blanched.
"You like that," Alex said. The suddenly sharp tips of his fingers running down Shaun's chest. Nicking his skin as he casually ripped open Shaun's shirt. Playing with the blood that beaded up from the shallow cuts. "I can play that game too."
Shaun hadn't the air to protest before. Still didn't but the man's intent was hideously clear enough that the word wrenched out with his coughs. "No!"
"I wasn't asking for permission," Alex said it simply and calmly. Claws slicing deeper making Shaun cry out in pain. The tentacle around his neck slipping and sliding in a lazy coil that tightened by tiny increments. "Just so we're clear, I'm going to fuck you. Anyway that I want to and there isn't a damn thing you can do about it."
"No," it's a useless protest Shaun knows it but it slips out anyway. Ignored like everything else he's said.
"Now, get on your knees," Alex ordered and didn't give Shaun a chance to comply. One broad hand grabbing his shoulder and forcing him down. Putting his face level with the man's hard dick hanging out of his open jeans.
Shaun struggled to push away but Alex's hand did not budge.
His prick slid across Shaun's lips and cheek. Leaving behind something slick that made Shaun clench his teeth shut hard. Turning his head sharply away for good measure. Alex only laughed at his display. One hand grabbing his hair and forcefully turning him back while the other cupped his cheek in a parody of gentleness.
"I got no problems doing you dry," Alex ran his thumb down Shaun's nose, the warning behind it clear. "You might though. Suck it."
Shaun shuddered and opened his mouth. Tasting the trail of fluid left behind, familiar and yet off, before his mouth was unceremoniously filled with the man's dick. Shaun choked, hands flying up to grip surprisingly bony hips in a futile attempt at control. He was pulled down though, feeling every inch of the prick sliding in and down his throat and making him gag.
Just as abruptly, he was released. Shaun pulled away with a gasp and almost fell face first onto the cold floor. He looked up at Alex who leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. Only the tentacle around Shaun's throat keeping him from running.
"I'm not doing the work for you," Alex said, an amused smile turning his lips up. "I'm going to fuck you. If you don't want me to rip you in half you'd better get to work. Before I lose my patience."
Re: Between a Floor and a Dangerous Place [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-10-26 03:18 am (UTC)(link)Fury clouded his mind and Shaun welcomed it. The feeling burnt away the sick helplessness that had been dictating his actions until now. He had no control over this but he didn't have to play the perfectly helpless victim.
Shaun glared up at Alex and took his glasses off, folding them up and carefully sliding them towards where his guns had gone. Everything turned blurry, a small comfort, but he didn't need to see for this.
"Patience?" Shaun said in the tone of voice he only used when he wanted someone to hit him. The one that could make even Lucy's fists itch. "If this is patient I'd hate to see what impatient is like. What do you do? Fuck the cooling corpses?"
The tentacle around his throat tightened and Shaun quickly opened his mouth to swallow the man's prick. Sucking hard enough to hurt most men and feeling just a bit smug when the stranglehold loosened and Alex moaned.
It never mattered what Shaun said when he was on his knees. He could quite cheerfully flay a man with insults and get away with it. As long as he spit shined his nob good.
And Shaun was damned good when he had half a mind to it.
Breathing through his nose he slowly took the man in as far he could. Stopping just short of his gag reflex. Tongue curling around the hard flesh in random patterns. Fingers loosely gripping what he couldn't fit his mouth around. Gripping those inches in a tight grip that would make most men scream in pain.
Alex, made of stronger stuff, only rolled his hips forward and hissed, "Fuck, yes!"
Shaun moved with the motion one hand braced on the other man's hips for balance more than control. His thoughts came quicker and clearer now.
He fumbled his belt. Sliding it loose without slowing his pace was tricky but Shaun had incentive to help him push down his trousers and boxers.
He moved his hand back up Alex's prick until his fingers brushed his own lips. Pushing them past and along the man’s length, getting them good and wet. Like hell he was taking anything up his arse without some preparation. Especially not a prick this size.
Shaun pulled his fingers out and almost gagged as Alex shoved back in sharply. He rolled his eyes up to glare at the smirking man.
"I'm ready now," one clawed finger traced down under Shaun's eye, "you might want to hurry."
Shaun nearly growled and brought his hand down to his own arse. He shoved two fingers in without pause. It burned like a mother but Shaun didn't mind a little of that. Just a little though, and with that in mind he began to stretch his hole. Anything to make it a bit more bearable.
Re: Between a Floor and a Dangerous Place [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-10-26 03:19 am (UTC)(link)It was a useless hope.
"Now," Alex growled. One hand locking around Shaun's head and pulling him back.
Shaun made a frustrated noise as he was pulled off. Damning his luck as he dropped to the ground and pulled his fingers out. Alex looked down at him, a feral grin on his face.
It wasn't enough. Not enough spit, not enough fingers. Shaun spared a thought for his kit, safely back at the building his team used as a home base, filled with all sorts of medical supplies that were slick and safe to use internally. If he lived he'd have to remember to always carry something. Never knew when a little slick would be needed after all. Rusty hinges, fiddly drawers, over powered rapists.
He almost laughed at the thought but Alex dropped to the ground. Shaun was on his back with his legs spread in seconds. Hands bruised the skin of his hips and the tendril around his throat flexed as he was bodily moved so his lower body was draped over Alex's lap.
"Oh fuck," Shaun struggled with the returned rush of fear that made his body tense. Trying to relax because the last thing he needed was to explain to Lucy why his arse had been ripped open. He only partially succeeded when Alex pushed in.
Shaun screamed, he couldn't help it.
Not enough, nothing would have ever been enough to prepare him for this. Alex shoving in with one hard thrust. Not stopping until he was all the way in. Shaun split open on his prick and breathing through his teeth. Trying his damnest to relax.
Alex stopped moving bending down to nuzzle Shaun's throat with something suspiciously close to a purr. "You feel so damn good right now. So tight I'd think you were a virgin if you didn't suck cock like a whore."
Shaun sucked in a breath and relaxed focusing on the spike of pleasure. The feeling of being stretched wide by something hot and hard. That brushed teasingly close to his prostrate. That would hit it if only- He bit down on a moan as an experimental shift angled his arse just right.
"You're a kinky fucker," Alex said with a mad grin as he allowed the shift. Blue eyes narrowing as he pulled back, letting his prick slip out almost completely before pushing back in with a snap of his hips that exploded behind Shaun's eyes. "I've consumed a lot of freaks but you're really up there."
Shaun opened his mouth to reply, and didn't close it fast enough as the next thrust made him groan. Damn. It felt much better than it should. Two solid hits on his prostrate and he was already panting like a bitch in heat. Had it really been that long since his last good fuck?
Alex wasted no more time. His thrusts picking up speed and force. Shaun moaned and shuddered under it. One delirious part of his mind noting that he might not be able to walk if he lived through this. His fingers scratched at the cool tile under him, nails cracking as he forced himself to not reach up and grab onto Alex.
Breathing was suddenly impossible, the tendril strangling him again. Shaun couldn't think, couldn't process anything. His mind had shut down giving thought up for the infinitely more preferred feeling of vertigo. Everything else was to be dealt with later.
Re: Between a Floor and a Dangerous Place [5/5]
(Anonymous) 2011-10-26 03:20 am (UTC)(link)And then the constriction was gone. With a silent scream, Shaun came. His body arching up into the hold on his neck and the hard prick in his arse. Head swimming and spinning until he didn't know his own fucking name as he shook and came and gasped for breath.
Shaun collapsed. Slamming back into his body with an almost painful jerk. Alex rolled his hips lazily, still hard despite everything. Shaun moaned weakly in protest. Too tired to move or even say anything as the other man kept up his steady pace. Hitting his prostate again and again which made his spent prick twitch every time.
"Yeah," a feral grin slid across Alex's face as he stared down at him with his unnervingly bright eyes. His thrusts came faster. Harder. "Gonna fuck you unconscious."
Shaun flinched as the thick tentacles around his throat slowly slid away. He felt every bruise of the abused flesh more keenly as Alex ran his fingers across them. Both of his broad hands settling against the side of Shaun's neck and slowly tightening. Cutting off the blood flow to his brain this time. Shaun was too worn out to even try to protest as his vision immediately began to swim.
"Maybe I'll consume you," Alex growled. Hips snapping in an increasingly brutal pace that sent pain and pleasure through the fog quickly clouding Shaun's mind. The other man leaned down almost burying his face in Shaun's shoulder as he panted and moaned. "Maybe, maybe I'll let you go. Just so I can do this again."
Fuck, fuck. Shaun shuddered under Alex. Mouth opening on a faint groan as the world abruptly pulled away. Leaving him spiraling down into darkness. Bright flashes of something --pleasure and pain indistinguishable-- punctuated it as Alex sped up.
"Guess you'll find out, if you wake up," Alex said, voice sounding so far away. And then, Shaun heard nothing more.
~
"Fuck!" Alex came as his prey went utterly limp under him, dark eyes rolling back into his head. It would be so easy for him to snap the man's neck. Kill him and then consume him. Every fiber of his being wanted that, wanted to taste the man's memories and DNA.
Alex hissed and forced his hands away from the man's fragile neck. Hands gripping a shoulder and hip instead to hold the man still as Alex continued to fuck him with sharp, hard thrusts. Not stopping until he was panting and completely spent.
It'd been good. Way too fucking good to do just once. Alex smiled down at his unconscious prey. He ran his hand down the pale chest, absorbing and tasting the traces of blood and come left over before he pulled out. A bit of his own come leaked out of the man and Alex felt a different kind of hunger stir at the sight. Definitely too good to kill.
"Well, look at that. You get to live," he bent down to the man's bruised and bloody neck. Tongue tracing the collar of darkening bruises before he bit at the unmarked skin under his jaw. "Lucky you."
Alex stood up and walked away. Clothing reforming around him and his mind already going over his next set of plans.