Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed [Fills]

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Re: Between a Floor and a Dangerous Place [3/?]

[(Anonymous)]

Shaun breathed harshly feeling sick. If the past few minutes --oh god it felt like hours-- had taught him anything it was that Alex didn't waste words on meaningless things. The man was planning on fucking Shaun, and nothing short of a small brigade was going to stop that from happening.

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)]

Shaun spread his fingers apart as he took a deeper breath through his nose. Swallowing down a moan as he brushed against his prostrate he carefully took in more of Alex's prick until he had swallowed all of it. Alex hissed at that. The tendril flexing around Shaun's throat as the other man curled deadly fingers in his hair. Shaun consciously suppressed his gag reflex and remembered all the times he'd willingly --happily-- done this. If he was lucky he could convince Alex to let him just do this. Fuck his throat until he came, infinitely less painful in the long run.

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)]

Words were purred against his ear. Shaun felt the vibration but couldn't comprehend their meaning. The entirety of his fading world centered on the constriction around his throat and the relentless waves of pleasure as his arse was ruthlessly pounded. Moans locked up in his throat, only feeble sounding noises escaped as he hovered over an edge. Whether it was orgasm or death didn't matter anymore.

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.