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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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Childhood Fantasies
(Anonymous) 2011-12-06 05:25 am (UTC)(link)http:// forkinsocket.livejournal. com/19860.html?thread=6890132#t6890132
"When Desmond was younger he was probably left alone, nobody to play with him, no love, got nothing but a cold shoulder. So he made his own parental figure, someone to love him and cherish him, protect and play with him. Altair. But when he is forced to go to school and meet new people. He gets scared and runs away to... let's say... a park.
He walks around with Altair in the park for a while, before eventually sitting on a bench. Next thing he knows he meets two other boys, Leonardo and Kadar. Leonardo has an imaginary friend Ezio, and Kadar a brother named Malik. Desmond is scared to admit he has one (mostly due to his father doing something to him if he caught him talking to "himself"), so he lies. Malik and Ezio notice him fibbing but do not tell Kadar and Leo. Eventually, Desmond tells the truth and is able to see Malik and Ezio (and vise-versa (meaning Malik and Ezio were able to see each other but not Altair)). >Enter happy ending< right? WRONG!
Sadly they are split apart and don't meet until years later, but they still have their I.F. (imaginary friends) Enter happy reunion? Nope. Desmond's father notices that his son starts to talk to himself more frequently when he comes back from meeting the boys. >Enter trip to a psychologist and another trip to an asylum<
Desmond eventually is FORCED to forget Altair, causing him to fade. (but still remain) Altair then actually has to find Leo and Kadar and beg (*shock*) them to rescue Desmond.
What happens next is up to writer!anon.
Bonuses:
+20: Malik and Ezio arguing
+30: Malik and Ezio somehow get into a fist-fight
+40: Desmond's dad somehow getting arrested...
+50: Kadar (or Leo) getting a child's crush on Desmond (They'll be little kids, and Desmond's adorable. Who WOULDN'T get a puppy love crush on him?)
+80: Altair being temptation made "solid" (AKA... Ezio and Malik trying to gain his attention through any means.)
+100: Altair play mother!figure to Desmond (something about it makes my inner fangirl squeal)
My soul and internet babies: Somehow have Altair "thank" Ezio and Malik... *wink* *wink* *nudge* *nudge*
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I did not follow the prompt exactly, which is why this isn't being posted in Part 3. This fill is fragmented and unfinished, and will probably always remain so, but maybe the OP will see this and know that an anon tried.
Childhood Fantasies, Part 1
(Anonymous) 2011-12-06 05:30 am (UTC)(link)Altair said that Mama would want him to work hard in school, and to clean up his room, and to brush his teeth and bathe. Desmond knew she would, and he wanted to do good things so Mama wouldn't have to worry while she was gone, but doing all that stuff would take time away from playing. So Altair said they would 'compromise', and Altair would clean up his room if Desmond did his homework and brushed his teeth. He still didn't like to take baths, though.
One morning -because all the important things in Desmond's life seemed to happen in the morning- he asked Dad if they could go to the park for a while to play. Desmond loved the park; he loved climbing to the top of the slide and sitting up there on top of the world, he loved being pushed on the swings until the chains bounced from going too high, he even loved just hanging from the monkey bars until his fingers started to tingle, then swinging back and forth, travelling without even touching the ground.
The thing he loved most of all, though, was watching Altair at the park. He never used the ladders, or the stairs, and he could move so fast from the top of the lookout tower to the bottom of the sandbox and back again. Desmond tried to follow him all the time, but he was never as fast. Altair didn't mind though, and taught him how to grab a ledge, how to jump to the tricky spots, and how to tuck-and-roll if he missed. The old ladies in the red hats who came to sit on the picnic tables would point at him and call him a monkey. Desmond liked being a monkey. Dad didn't.
That morning -the important one- when Desmond asked if they could go to the park Dad looked at Desmond carefully. It was the look that Desmond knew he got when Dad had heard him talking to Altair again. Dad said he didn't like Altair. Altair said he didn't like Dad. It made his insides feel funny, so he tried not to think about it.
"Fine Desmond, we can go. But I have important phone calls to make, so don’t bother me." Dad said. Desmond didn't mind, and ran to get his shoes. Altair would play with him, if he asked nicely.
The park was really close to their house, but Dad always drove them there. Desmond liked it, because once in a while if he was good and quiet and didn't bother Dad, they would go and get ice cream after. Desmond loved chocolate ice cream, but Altair said it was too sweet for him, so sometimes Desmond got vanilla instead so they could share.
When they arrived at the park that morning there were some people already on the swings, so Desmond followed Altair over to the play structures to practice climbing. The old ladies with the red hats weren't at the picnic tables today, so Desmond knew that Altair would be jumping from there to the structure. Desmond couldn't jump that far yet, but Altair said that someday soon he'd be able to.
He had been hanging in the middle of the monkey bars for a while, but his fingers weren't tingling yet when someone poked him in the leg. He turned around and looked down at two kids. The one with the floppy red hat had poked him, but Desmond could tell they both wanted to know what he was doing. Sometimes this happened.
"I'm hanging 'cause I like it." He explained. The one with the red hat wrinkled his nose like he'd licked the inside of a lemon, and the other one with the funny chin looked surprised. Desmond adjusted his grip a bit, and waited for them to go away.
"Why?" Funny-chin asked. Desmond tried to remember what Altair had told him.
"'Cause it promotes patience, endurance, and upper body strength'."
Both boys looked behind them and up, at thin air. They seemed to be listening to something, and Desmond suddenly felt worried. Altair was at the top of the play structure, but when Desmond looked over at him, he jumped down and came over right away.
Childhood Fantasies, Part 2
(Anonymous) 2011-12-06 05:34 am (UTC)(link)"You talk funny." Desmond said. Funny-chin laughed and Red-hat's face turned red too. Altair had made it over beside him now, so Desmond felt it was safe to let go of the monkey bars.
"He has an accent, Desmond. He likely gets taunted for it often." Altair said, and Desmond felt bad right away. He knew that it felt bad to be teased, and he knew that Altair was telling him to apologize.
"S'rry. Your accent's not bad. 'S kinda cool." Desmond mumbled. Red-hat seemed like he wanted to run away from Desmond still, but Funny-chin got in his way and held out his hand like a grown-up.
"I'm Kadar. That's Leonardo, and our friend Ezio, and my big brother Malik." Funny-chin pointed with his other hand to each person, and Desmond saw the other two appear like magic.
"I'm Desmond." He felt like a grown-up when he shook Kadar's hand and made sure that his face was very serious like Dad's was when he met new people. He shook Leonardo's hand too, but Desmond smiled at him because he still looked a little sad, and Leonardo smiled back a little bit and Desmond felt better.
"Ezio said you were like us and you had someone special too." Kadar was really excited and bounced up and down while he talked. Desmond felt scared again, and even Leonardo's nice smile didn't make him feel better.
Altair knelt down behind him and put his hands on Desmond's shoulders. Desmond breathed and looked up at Ezio and Malik. Ezio looked really friendly, like he'd tell a joke and then share any kind of ice cream at all with Desmond. He looked a lot like Altair.
Malik looked scary at first, but mostly like a busy grown-up who you shouldn't bother unless it's important. He only looked kinda like Altair, except for his arm; he only had one. Desmond wondered where the other one went.
"Dad says imaginary friends aren't real." Desmond said as he looked from Ezio and Malik back to Leonardo and Kadar.
Kadar shook his head. "They're not imaginary. Can't you see them?"
"Dad says I'm too old for imaginary friends."
Desmond watched Leonardo look up at Ezio for help, and Ezio gave Leonardo a smile and rubbed his shoulder. That smile was kinda like Altair's, except bigger. Kadar stomped his foot, and Desmond knew that he was going to start yelling. Dad didn't like it when kids yelled a lot, so he'd take Desmond home early. He had to think fast to stop Kadar.
"Let's go play on the swings!"
Kadar didn't want to at first, but Desmond had already started to run toward them, and Leonardo was following him, so Kadar had to come too. Desmond got the one in the middle and was already swinging his legs back and forth, pitching his body to and fro when Leonardo picked the one on his left, which meant the one on his right was for Kadar.
Kadar talked to Malik while the four of them walked over. Desmond bit his lip. Altair was listening really hard to what Malik said to Kadar, and then to what he said to Ezio. Desmond knew that Altair didn't have any grown-up friends to talk to, and even though he said Desmond was the only friend he needed, Desmond still worried that Altair was lonely. Still, seeing Altair listening to Ezio and Malik talking made him feel a little jealous in his tummy.
Desmond turned away to look at Leonardo, who was wriggling around on his swing trying to copy Desmond and wasn't getting anywhere.
"Like this, Leonardo! You have to lean forward, then lean back. Hold on tight to the chains." Desmond yelled as he swung. Leonardo looked unsure, but started leaning and soon caught the idea.
"I am used to Ezio pushing me." Leonardo said quietly. Desmond could understand that. He hadn’t known how to swing on his own until Altair refused to push him anymore until he learned how to do it by himself. Altair was always telling him to learn to do things on his own. But it was still better when Altair pushed him; he always flew higher.
Childhood Fantasies, Part 3
(Anonymous) 2011-12-06 05:39 am (UTC)(link)Just as Kadar was almost done winding up, Desmond noticed Altair was waiting for him. With one last swing, Desmond leaned back hard and pushed against the swing's seat to arch high into the air. At the last second -at the highest point the swing could reach- he jumped.
Leonardo yelled, and Kadar yelled too, but that was because he'd started untwisting. Desmond felt the air rushing around him. He felt for a moment like he didn't weigh anything, light as a feather. Then, Altair moved to the side and Desmond was heading for the grass and the ground was coming too fast and he’d jumped too far and he was falling straight down-
And Altair was there, and guided his landing into a tuck-and-roll like they'd practiced, and Desmond rolled one more time for fun before he popped back to his feet. Desmond just breathed for a few seconds before he turned to look back at the swings.
Leonardo looked scared, and he'd dragged his feet in the sand to stop swinging. He'd made a little dust cloud around his feet. Kadar had spun all the way out and was winding back up the other way, dangling like a rag doll and laughing as Malik pushed his feet with his one hand to make him go faster. Ezio was laughing too, long and loud, and that helped Desmond decide.
Leonardo looked less scared when Desmond plopped himself back down on his swing. Altair had gone to stand behind Malik, and Desmond could see Altair's secret smile. Malik looked like he had a secret smile too as he watched Kadar slow down, but his was much harder to see.
"Is it okay?" Desmond asked Altair. Kadar was laughing so hard he couldn't hear, but Leonardo and Ezio heard, and they looked confused. Desmond nudged the sand with his toes, swinging a little as he looked back at Altair.
"The decision is yours. Do you trust them?" Altair answered, and Desmond knew that he had to really think about it before he answered. Leonardo seemed nice and a little shy, and Kadar was really excited about everything. Dad said Altair wasn't real. The doctor Dad took him to talk to said Altair wasn't real. But Ezio and Malik seemed real, and if they were real why couldn't Altair be too?
"Yeah." Desmond was sure. Ezio was holding the swing's chains above Leonardo's head and watching him. He looked a lot like Altair when he was serious-faced. Malik had stopped spinning Kadar, and was helping him sit up on his swing. He looked serious-faced too. Desmond put on his serious-face.
"What's going on?" Kadar asked. He swayed in his swing until Malik held his shoulders still with his one hand.
"I'd like to introduce you to someone." Desmond said the same way his Dad did. "This is Altair."
Childhood Fantasies, Part 4
(Anonymous) 2011-12-06 05:43 am (UTC)(link)"Altair? It is so good to meet you! I knew that Kadar and I could not be the only ones. How long have you been with Desmond? Do you go to school with him? Have you ever seen others like us?" Leonardo was standing in front of Altair so fast Desmond thought he saw a blur left behind on the swing.
"Hold on Leonardo, you know you should not bombard a new friend with so many questions. Did you not learn your lesson with Malik?" Ezio pulled Leonardo back a bit, and Desmond could tell that Altair was glad to have some space again.
"Ah, mi dispiace!" Leonardo cried out.
"What's that mean? Me dis-pee-atch-eh?" Desmond asked. Ezio didn't laugh at him, but he had that grown-up look that meant he wanted to. Leonardo only laughed a little, but Kadar laughed a lot, and Malik snickered too. Desmond stuck his tongue out at Kadar, and a little bit at Malik.
"An apology I think, though your accent is not so good Desmond." Altair answered and didn't laugh. Ezio stopped looking like he was grown-up not-laughing, which made Desmond happier, but he was looking at Altair really hard again, and that made Desmond feel a little funny. Malik was looking at Altair funny too, but he hid it better.
"I could get better. Leonardo, will you teach me?" Desmond asked. Leonardo looked embarrassed for a second, then excited as he nodded.
"Desmond, time to go!" Dad called from his bench, and Desmond could see that he'd already packed his briefcase which meant there'd be no 'five more minute's.
"We gotta go." He told Altair.
"We come here every Sunday morning. See if you can come next week." Malik said to Altair. Desmond waved to Kadar, Ezio and Leonardo, and smiled when they all waved back.
"We shall see what happens." Altair replied, walking with Desmond toward the street where Dad was waiting next to the car.
"Bye!" Desmond called, and ran over to Dad. He was tapping his foot, which meant no ice cream this time. Maybe next week.
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There were times, during his long existence, that Altair wanted to kill everyone he saw. Times when the years stretched long and even his Vision couldn’t tell him who his enemies were. When he would hold his short sword in his left hand, his long sword in his right, and he would stand on a busy street corner contemplating how many of the oblivious pedestrians he could cut down before the first body hit the earth.
This was not one of those times.
“I dun wanna go to bed.” Desmond pouted and fiddled with a rip on his favorite pajamas.
“I don’t care what you want; I have an important meeting early tomorrow so you’re going to bed now.”
This was one of the times where Altair only wanted to kill one man.
“But it’s only six-so-clock. That’s too early, Dad.”
“Well I have to be up before four in the morning, so it’s not too early for me. Get into bed Desmond, or I’ll put you there myself.” William raised his hand, and Desmond cringed and scampered off into his room.
This was one of the times when Altair only wanted to kill one man; wanted to release his hidden blade, hold it to William Miles’ eye and push, but the moment the thought crossed his mind his body froze in place, and again he was denied what he wanted.
Childhood Fantasies, Part 5
(Anonymous) 2011-12-06 05:48 am (UTC)(link)When William’s door was safely closed and Altair heard the man settle in for the night, he finally turned his feet to where he’d wanted to be all along. Desmond’s door was shut tight, and when Altair knocked on it he was pleased that it took a full minute and a bit of shuffling for Desmond to open it. Once he was inside, he helped Desmond tuck his plastic chair back under the doorknob and re-stuff some of his dirty clothes under the bottom of the door.
“S’rry I didn’t leave a window open.” Desmond apologized, and Altair made a mental note to sew Desmond’s left cuff back on since he’d chewed it off again. “Read me a story?”
“You know how to read.” Altair reminded him, but he was already moving to the bookcase to decide on a book. He felt like French tonight, and pulled out a book of fairy-tales.
Desmond was waiting for him under the covers, and Altair scooted him over a little so he had room to lie down. After some squirming they both settled, and Altair quickly perused the table of contents to find the fable of Aurore et Aimée. Desmond craned his neck to get a better look at the decorative illuminations around the edges of the page and nearly cracked his skull against Altair’s chin. A quick shuffle of pages later and Altair cleared his throat to begin.
“Une dame a eu deux filles...” Desmond somehow managed to settle himself even further into the crook of Altair’s arm as he read. It never mattered what language he spoke to Desmond in, somehow the boy never heard anything but English. More of the sorcery that bound him, he supposed. It meant he couldn’t even tutor the boy in languages and, although Italian wouldn’t have been part of Desmond’s lessons anyway, he had felt a little embarrassed at the boy's ignorance the other day.
As he read, his mind wandered to the important part of that day. Ezio he did not know, had never known, and had not had a chance to speak with. Malik…
“Aurore jamais ne s'est encore plaint de n'importe quel malheur, parce qu'elle a su que le malheur était souvent la cause du bonheur.” Altair finished and closed the book softly. Desmond blinked sleepily, then seemed to realize he had shown a sign of weakness and scrambled up to put the book away.
Altair sat up himself and leaned against the headboard painted with planets and stars. He could tell that Desmond wanted to sneak out to watch the television, but it was still too early and his father would hear the noise. He knew Desmond could figure that out for himself, so he folded his arms, waited for another book to be brought over, and wished he could kill that man.
Childhood Fantasies, Part 6
(Anonymous) 2011-12-06 05:52 am (UTC)(link)He'd met Rebecca during the summer while he was working at the wall-climbing place downtown. An offhand comment he'd made about climbing a local rock face had led to them exchanging anecdotes, and soon he was the only staff member she would have belaying for her. Considering she was a paying regular, management had no trouble sacrificing Desmond to keep her happy.
They got along well, and he'd even joined a few groups with her; climbing mountains, cliffs, and sometimes the outsides of buildings. The last ones were always the most fun to him, but Altair preferred the cliffs. They agreed to disagree and Desmond tried to schedule even numbers of both types of climbs when he could.
Through all the bonding experiences he’d learned that they actually went to the same school and he'd even had an English class with her at one point, though neither one of them remembered the other being in the class. They coordinated to share a Natural Sciences period together, and Desmond joined Rebecca's Computer Repair course to cover an elective. By the time the summer was over, Desmond was practically living in Rebecca's small apartment with her and her roommate Rauf, who was a really decent guy.
Of course, him being out all the time wasn't helping his case with Dad much, but Desmond would just as soon avoid him. Anyway, Altair approved of Rebecca, and sometimes Desmond would swear that when Altair would make an offhand comment to Rauf, he would almost react to them.
When classes started up he had to quit his job, -which sucked- but they told him he was welcome back next summer. Desmond oriented himself pretty quickly to his new schedule, and after his first Natural Sciences class he and Rebecca had hung out for a bit in the halls with a few of her other friends.
That was how he'd met Lucy.
Desmond couldn't have crushed harder if he’d tried, and he was on cloud nine for the rest of the day when he made her laugh, twice. Rebecca teased him about it, but he couldn't even come down enough to feel embarrassed. It took two weeks for him to get up the balls to ask her out, and Rebecca laughed so hard in Computer Repair when he told her about it that she fell off her chair.
The first date went good, the second went better, and she was the one to kiss him goodbye at the door after the third. She was an ace in the Sciences and at Math, but terrible at writing essays. He had to teach her how to write a proper book report, and she helped him pass his Natural Sciences mid-term. Desmond was pretty sure it was love.
And then Lucy signed up to help with the after school tutoring program. And then she met an underclassman by the name of Kadar Al-Sayf and helped him with his math. And then she introduced him into her circle of friends, and Desmond saw him again for the first time in years. And then Malik and Altair saw each other again.
And then things went to shit.
Childhood Fantasies, Part 7
(Anonymous) 2011-12-06 05:57 am (UTC)(link)It didn't help.
It was during one of his infrequent nights at home when Altair finally came back, his old-timey robes stained and stinking of musk and sweat and sex. The conclusions weren't hard to jump to.
"You ran off to have sex?" Desmond wanted to rant and pace, maybe chuck a few things around his room, but he'd never been the type. Plus, Altair wouldn't put up with temper-tantrums.
"Am I not allowed from your side? I wished to see Malik again, and so I went. What happened between us is not your affair." Altair's voice echoed out of the bathroom as he stripped, presumably for a shower.
"It becomes 'my affair' when you leave for three days and come back stinking my room up like gay sex." Desmond insisted, sitting on his bed and talking to the open door across the hall. "I didn't even know you were gay."
"It was never your concern." Altair answered as the water came on, cutting off all further conversation. Desmond sighed raggedly and scratched his ear.
If he wanted to be honest with himself, -and he tried to be- it wasn't the sex that bothered him. It wasn't even that Malik was another guy. If Desmond was honest, what had really bugged him... scared him, was that Altair had left him. He'd left, and been gone for days, and he'd acted like it didn't matter once he got back. Altair... well, he wasn't always around, but Desmond relied on him to be there, to tell him when he was acting like a jackass, and to help him when things went bad.
Desmond didn't notice the man standing in front of him until a heavy hand landed on his shoulder.
"Desmond, get up." Desmond started so hard the hand nearly came off his shoulder, but the grip was too firm.
"Wha- Dad? I thought you'd be at work. What're you doing home?" No answer, as usual. His Dad pulled him to his feet and shoved him across the hall into the bathroom. Trying not to get an eyeful, Desmond spun back around in the doorway, but Dad grabbed his jaw and forced his head to turn.
"Look, Desmond. There is no one there! There has never been anyone there! You need help, and now whether you want to take it or not I'm going to give it to you." He struggled, but his Dad had always been stronger than him. He got a glimpse of Altair looking concerned, wet and naked before he was dragged through the house and out to his Dad's car.
"What the hell?! What're you doing? Let go of me!" He tried to squirm away, tried to throw his weight to loosen his Dad's grip but that wasn't happening.
"I'm going to get you help. This has been going on since your mother died, and I thought it would go away once you grew up but it hasn't. Something is wrong with you, Desmond, you just can't see that." He was thrown into the back of the car, and faster than he'd ever known his Dad to move he was behind the wheel and the child locks were on. They peeled out fast and Desmond was thrown around before he could even try to get on a seatbelt.
"Dad, what are you doing? Where are we going?" Desmond tried to stay calm, but he was being abducted after getting caught talking to an 'empty' running shower. Calm wasn’t happening.
Childhood Fantasies, Part 8
(Anonymous) 2011-12-06 06:01 am (UTC)(link)"We have people on payroll for this kind of thing. You'll stay in my office. The school can send you your homework-." Desmond lunged for the passenger-side door while his Dad was still talking. The red light wouldn't last much longer. He managed to hit the unlock button an instant before his Dad grabbed his left hand and wrenched it back and up. Desmond bit back a yelp and tried to fumble for the back door but the child locks were on again and they were moving before he could try anything else.
"You're only making this worse for yourself, you know." He sounded so calm. Desmond cradled his left hand to his chest and gaped at the back of his Dad's head.
"Dad, you're scaring me. Please, stop the car." He tried to negotiate one last time, but was given no answer. Desmond flexed his hand slowly, trying to work the pins and needles out of it, but by the time he was ready for another escape attempt they'd already arrived at the parking garage.
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"This is Dr. Warren Vidic with Subject Seventeen: Desmond Miles. Beginning session five. So, Mr. Miles, how exactly do you want this session to go?"
"Fuck you, Vidic."
"Ah, the hard way today, I see. Very well. I’ve heard that you're refusing to eat again. How long do you suspect that will last this time?"
"If you don't have your goons force-feed me again, as long as I want."
"Mr. Miles, really. Petty childishness isn't a very good look for you."
"Prison warden sure is your style, though."
"I suppose I would look like that to you. I am the only one who can get you released. If you were willing to talk about your hallucinations, I'd be able to narrow down exactly what kind of prescription you require, and you'd be out of here that much faster."
"Great, a drug cocktail made just for me. Just what I always wanted. Thanks but no thanks, doc. I'm not crazy, and I don't need your 'prescription'."
"No, Desmond, you're not crazy. You just have some minor psychological problems that, with the correct therapy, you can learn to overcome."
"No. Fuck you, Vidic. You can't hold me prisoner here forever. Sooner or later, someone's gonna find out about this."
"It wouldn't matter if they did."
"What do you mean?"
"Surely you've figured it out by now. This is Abstergo Industries, Mr. Miles. We have fingers in the pockets of every organization that matters, and many that don't. You can't think that local law enforcement is beyond our grasp."
"Y-you're kidding!"
"Why would I 'kid'? No, I’m afraid you aren't going anywhere until I say so."
"Why didn't you tell me any of this before?"
"You mean, why did I let you waste my time? Well, I'm paid per session, Mr. Miles. And your father is making sure I'm paid very well to take care of his darling son."
"How about I tell him you said that?"
"Now really, who do you think he's going to believe? The respected, published, world-renowned psychologist, or his shamefully insane son? I'm afraid that, if you don't start cooperating with me Desmond, you'll find yourself stuck here for a very long time."
Childhood Fantasies, Part 9
(Anonymous) 2011-12-06 06:14 am (UTC)(link)And it was all a lie.
Lucy passed her portfolio to her other hand and clenched her teeth. Everything led here, to Abstergo. She was the only one with a potential in, and she wasn't about to waste it.
The gleaming brass doorknob turned.
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“Thank you for a wonderful evening. We’ll have to do it again.” -oh god never again, never, never- “I hope you’ll think about my offer.” Alan Rikkin’s huge hand enveloped Leonardo’s -I wonder how much force it would take him to break my hand.- as they shook for the last time that night. -nine pounds per square inch-
“Of course, but as with any such large commitment, careful consideration is required. I will try to get back to you within a week or so.” A charming smile, a hand ushering him out the door –at last, finally, get out- and the final dabble of polite small talk.
“Just call my office during business hours and Nemu will set something up.” Rikkin shrugged his arms into the sleeves of his great-coat. “Caio, Mr. Da’Vinci. We’re looking forward to hearing from you.” And the door was closing.
“Caio.” Leonardo muttered thoughtlessly, closing the door and resisting the urge to slam the deadbolt home. -Why don’t I have more locks on the door?- There was a pause, then a quiet slam of car doors and an engine idled away -needs to have the oil changed in a week at least- and took all the tension in his body and turned it into dizziness and nausea.
“Oh thank God.” He murmured as he slowly slid to the floor, -I’m wrinkling my best suit. Hanging it in the bathroom during a hot shower should take care of it.- and listened to the near-silent booted footsteps pad across the cheap hardwood.
“You cannot go.”
Leonardo didn’t bother to lift his face from his hands. “Do you think I am stupid? Of course I cannot go. But I also cannot just say that to Alan fucking Rikkin’s face.” -trembling, fear, adrenaline, should document the effects, never been this bad before-
“Calm down, Leonardo.” There was the sound of fine cloth rubbing against leather and metal. -crouching, on my right, my weak side, covering for me- Leonardo let his head fall back to rest against the door, turned his eyes to look at his oldest and truest friend.
“Ezio.” He had to return the warm smile his friend gave, though it was not half as sincere. “I am not a brave man. I just sat for two hours, thirty-seven minutes and fifty-two fucking seconds across from a man who, if I refuse to work for him, will have me so fucking dead, I don’t even-“
“Leonardo! This is not like you. Breathe, and move. You think better on your feet.” Ezio laid a gauntleted hand on his arm, and a bare one under his armpit, but applied no pressure. -He is letting me choose. But he is right. I need to think.- He nodded, and with a quick heave found himself on his feet again. Without his permission they carried him back into his living room and around his coffee table.
Childhood Fantasies, Part 10
(Anonymous) 2011-12-06 06:18 am (UTC)(link)“Come here.” He tried to pull Leonardo toward the couch. -twelve times around, same number of years as Jupiter’s orbit, coffee table’s not the sun though, don’t think about it, don’t think about exploding bone and cartilage liquefying, oh god he’ll kill me but I can’t do it- Digging in his heels, Leonardo resisted being led to the frayed old sofa his mother had let him take when he’d moved out. -I should call her.-
“Come. Sit. Perhaps it is better that you do not think.” Ezio insisted and pushed him down on the saggy middle cushion. -hardest to stand from, clever bastard- He made to get up, but Ezio just sat next to him and threw his right arm over Leonardo. -holding me down on my stronger side, clever bastard-
“I do not want to sit.” He protested, even as he naturally stilled under Ezio’s comforting touch.
Ezio shrugged. “Then lay down.”
“Stay with me?” He asked. -weak, vulnerable, childish-
-But if I cannot trust him than I can trust no one.-
“Of course.” Ezio lifted his arm and waited patiently for Leonardo to situate himself comfortably. Once the blonde head was resting against his thigh, the gauntlet descended gently to pick loose the solid blue noose around Leonardo’s neck.
“Ah, what you must think of me.” Leonardo threw an arm over his face to hide the blush he knew was growing. “Panicking over a job offer. Even if it is from a large, influential, morally corrupt company.”
Ezio grunted as the tie came undone. “It’s a good offer. A lot of money.” His clever fingers went to work on the cufflinks next, but not before undoing the top two buttons of Leonardo’s dress shirt.
Leonardo scoffed. “But enough to sell my soul for? I think not.” He heard the cufflinks clink one at a time as they landed in the center of the coffee table.
“And that is why I shall never think less of you Leonardo. You say you are not brave, but you do what is right despite the difficulties.” The gloved left hand that had been stroking his hair paused for a moment to press reassuringly to the crown of his head. Leonardo sighed, and stopped hiding. Their eyes met, and Ezio’s sincerity was reassurance enough.
“What should I do about Rikkin? He won’t take no for an answer unless I have a very good reason.”
Ezio pondered, casting about the small room for inspiration. Leonardo laid, his mind quiescent for the moment, and watched the clever eyes often hidden by the peaked white hood flick from one object to the next. He observed dark bangs tickle the edges of strong cheekbones as their head turned slightly. Felt the way the gloved fingers on his head dug under his hair to rub against his scalp with the perfect amount of pressure. His eyes were slipping closed in rapture when Ezio gave a little considering noise.
“What about University? Schooling is important to you.” Leonardo followed Ezio’s line of sight to the diplomas and awards he’d hung on the wall when he’d heard he’d be entertaining Rikkin in his home. He gave it a moment’s hopeful consideration, but had to shake his head.
“If I sign up for any classes now the timing will be too suspicious. Besides, I have my Doctorate in Fine Art and a Masters in Engineering. If I went back I would end up correcting the teachers in their own classes. Again.” They’d had this discussion before; Ezio thought he was languishing in his workshop without anything to do, he preferred to think of it as working on the creations he loved and the commissions he hated. Besides, he had never liked the format of Universities: too much emphasis on deadlines.
Childhood Fantasies, Part 11
(Anonymous) 2011-12-06 06:22 am (UTC)(link)Leonardo had to raise his head to look Ezio in the eye. “What?”
“They have asked you before.” Ezio shrugged nonchalantly, but Leonardo knew him better than that.
“You went through my mail.”
Ezio cringed, and Leonardo turned to put his feet on the floor. Ezio was not the type of man to fidget, but Leonardo did see him shift uncomfortably before he cracked.
“I like the little samples you get.”
-I must not laugh, I must not.- But Ezio’s affronted expression did make it so hard.
“If you want me to buy you something, there is no need-“ Ezio cut him off with a lazy gesture.
“No, no, I just like to think that they are sent to me.”
-Now I must not cry, I mustn’t.- Leonardo was a fair actor when he had to be, but Ezio was a master at reading intentions. With a sharp shake of his head, he cleared his throat and waved a finger under Leonardo’s nose. “That is not the point!”
“Sorry.” Contrition now and a talk about his mail later. “But teaching, Ezio? How could I even go about applying for such a job? It is the same problem as the classes.”
Ezio smirked. “It is not. Tomorrow, you will go down to the grounds and visit with some of your old colleagues. If anyone asks what you have been doing, you tell them that you got a huge job offer, but you are hesitant to take it. If the first person you talk to does not say you are welcome there, I will eat your hat.”
Now it was Ezio’s turn to be faced with Leonardo’s finger. “Do not threaten my hat.” Ezio backed down immediately, knowing how Leonardo loved the old thing.
“I apologize. Then you tell Rikkin that you cannot work for him because you have a prior obligation; you are giving back to the community that gave you so much. He already thinks you too sentimental for a man of science.”
Quiet ensued as Leonardo leaned his elbows on his knees, hands clasped and brow furrowed. He could feel Ezio’s eyes on him as he considered.
“It might work.” He sighed at last.
“I know it will work.” Ezio pulled Leonardo back against his armoured pauldron, but that wasn’t comfortable for either of them and it took them several moments to rearrange themselves to both their likings.
“So you say.” Leonardo said while his resituated himself leaning against Ezio’s chest. -I’m getting too big for this.- “But what classes could I possibly teach? Where would they put me?”
“Let the University worry about that. They have people there for just such things.” Ezio hand-waved, wrapping his right arm around Leonardo’s back to hold him in place.
Leonardo shifted his weight and turned to look awkwardly up at Ezio. “You don’t think they’ll be suspicious? It’s quite a coincidence, my taking a job there after refusing for years.”
Ezio sniffed. “You were young back then. Besides, it doesn’t matter. They will be too ecstatic at having such a genius in their midst to question it.” The squeeze to Leonardo’s ribs was bracing and affectionate.
“Flatterer. It is not a bad plan.”
“You would have come up with it yourself if you were not so fixated on being shot.”
“Thank you Ezio. Now I am thinking of it again.”
Ezio gave a groan, and a tender kiss was pressed into Leonardo’s hair. “Apologies. It seems I still need to learn to keep my mouth shut.”
“Who, you?” Leonardo snickered, and then yelped as a knuckle was ground into his head right where the kiss had been.
Childhood Fantasies, The Rest
(Anonymous) 2011-12-06 06:38 am (UTC)(link)There is a scene (or possibly more than one) missing between 6 and 7, with the confrontation between Malik and Altair which would reveal how they knew each other/why Malik hated him/plot-stuffs.
Between 8 and 9 was going to be stuff about people looking for Desmond, crazy!Altair trying to get Desmond out on his own and being unable (the no-violence-allowed-freeze would strike again) so he'd go to Ezio (since the sexy-times with Malik didn't actually end well after the sex was over) for help. More plot would ensue.
The beginning of part 9 was supposed to be a lot longer, with lots of lovely subtle Lucy vs. Vidic, and then checking in with the others afterward to tell them she was in (like a BAMF, cause she is) and discussion of even more plot-thing-stuffs.
Then after part 11 would be the sneaking, and Desmond finally breaking down a few days before they break him out, and lo, there's a massive conspiracy, and Bill trying to do right by his son (but he never managed before, why start now) and being on the run, and heart-felt-yet-manfully-awkward conversations and then maybe some more plot, just to change things up.
How it ended, what the conspiracy was, who gets together with who? Didn't give a fuck. I started it because I love the idea of exploring a Desmond-Altair dynamic, and the fill tried to do it's own thing, but after part 9-10-11 my brain decided it just couldn't go anymore.
So there you are. If the OP sees this, I hope you enjoyed it. If not, I hope all the other Anons liked it.
Re: Childhood Fantasies, The Rest
(Anonymous) 2011-12-06 06:47 am (UTC)(link)This is an awesome fill, and I wish there was more. I'm sorry that the plot just decided to not work out any further than what you have, because what you have is amazing. But that's the way these things work out, I guess.
Poor Des. :
OP
(Anonymous) 2011-12-06 11:55 am (UTC)(link)