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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4

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Heh. Really, I'd get behind either of them. With a bottle of lube and a nice silicone dildo! :D

Altair scoffed at him as good as he could with the hand still around his throat. Where Malik fingers touched him they left a burning feeling and Altair couldn't say if it was disgust or arousal that made his skin tingle like that. Maybe he was only disgusted with himself he could still taste Malik on his tongue and he wasn't sure if he wanted more of it or if he'd rather turn around to go back into the restroom and throw up. Malik was a man who knew what he wanted and how to get it, that was for sure and Altair had learned that the first few seconds they had met. What makes him wondering though was that it started to work. He suddenly felt consumed with the desire to show Malik just how wrong he was and he almost would have dragged Malik with him into one of the private rooms to make him beg for his cock then just walk away leaving him there desperate and humiliated. For a moment he felt the thought of just going with Malik floating inside his head only to make him pay for everything he had done to him so far. Fuck he was confused.

“You wish”, he told him finally and could have slapped himself for how lame it sounded.

Slowly Malik released his throat and stepped back just looking at Altair and his eyes reminded him of an wild animal ready to attack. He closed his belt again and he gave him a smile, a bright one that showed his perfect teeth.

“You know when I watched you back there on your knees I knew you were born for this. You want to serve me.” Malik's voice sounded warm and lightly like he had no care in the world not anywhere near how dark and cold it had sounded before. Altair got the feeling that Malik was a man you didn't want to piss off – his mood swings were worse than those of a pregnant woman. He lifted his hands and rubbed his face before his eyes found the ceiling and his cheeks blew up before he slowly released the air again.

“Altair, I'm getting impatient here. I' going to tell you what'll happen. I will go back to the bar and finish my drink – you just don't waste a good whiskey. When you're done with your bitching you'll come to me and I'm going to give you more than 'just a good fuck'.”

And just like that Malik turned around and left him standing there and his foot already got in motion as he wanted to take a step forward to follow him but he could stop himself just in time. He wouldn't have followed Malik because – as he liked to put it – he wanted to serve him, no. He couldn't stand the feeling to be left behind.

If Malik thought he would run to him like a good little puppy he was wrong. The man had played him and he had fell for it – Altair couldn't understand why though. He shouldn't feel that angry and confused as he shouldn't feel that helpless. He was a grown man that just had come from a long-standing relationship which had ended the moment when he had come through to the door into his living room and witnessed Maria having sex with another man. Not just a man, no, her affair, Robert.

That had been three months ago.

The first weeks he had spent alone and in misery with more beer inside his fridge than food and he had pitied himself, crying and shouting for how dare Maria that she did this to him! After that the raw pain inside his heart had vanished where he got to the point of not feeling at all. It took another couple of weeks before he had enough and decided to start living again – and then just last week he heard one of his co-workers talking about this club and he had decided to visit it himself. For weeks he had felt absolutely insecure about himself, had asked himself of what he'd done wrong that Maria had sought the warmth of another man. He came to the club because he wanted to feel good about himself again.

Now – now he felt just as helpless as he had the first night without Maria next to him. And all of it because of one man: Malik. He didn't want to feel like that but he also didn't want to give Malik the satisfaction of coming back to him.

He pushed himself from the wall and walked to one of the many tables that were set in front of the stage. He picked one that stood the furthest from the stage and plopped down onto one o the chairs. His elbows hit the tabletop and he buried his face inside his crossed arms. Only a few seconds later he pushed himself up again.

“Fuck!” he cursed loudly certain that no one could hear him anyway. He starred at the small drink menu that stood in the middle of the table and knocked it to the side. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Altair closed his hands to fists and opened them slowly again. He repeated it a few times until he felt a little bit calmer. Out of the corner of his eye he saw the waitress coming up to him, wearing nothing but a short black skirt, high boots and a black nippleless bra.

He shook his head at her. “No thank you”, he told her and she stopped to look at him before she shrugged with her shoulders and turned around again heading back to the bar.

Now what to do? Ranting wouldn't solve his problems and he suddenly asked himself why the hell this was a problem? He didn't owe Malik anything – he could go and leave grab a six-pack of beer at the gas-station next to his apartment turn on some good old fashioned girl-on-girl porn and let Malik think of him whatever he wanted.

And then he realized it. He didn't want Malik to think wrong about him. Somehow he didn't want to lose his pride to Malik. If he'd leave now then... This was something bigger. This was something more important than just sex. This was about him and about his life.

He took a deep breath before he pushed himself from the table. He pushed people to the side who stood in front of the bar to watch the stage as the female host announced another act. He saw Malik sitting at the very end taking the last sip of his whiskey starring straight ahead. He stopped just at an arm's length from him and he felt like he had run a marathon. His knees trembled. He opened his mouth as he wanted to say something but Malik got ahead of him.

“Alright”, he said without looking at Altair. “I hope you're ready for it.”

YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS. Me gusta. Me gusta mucho.

well...here it is. *hides*

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“And if you lose, I get to bed Kadar,” Altair said wearing the smuggest grin he could muster.

“The fuck you will!” Malik said, grabbing Altair by the front of his shirt. His left eye twitched at the thought of Altair defiling his baby brother, and his frown only deepening when Altair laughed at him.

“You’ll just have to win, then.” Altair grinned, like pissing off Malik was his favorite game, which in truth it was.

Malik looked to Rauf for support, but only got a shrug in response, “Hate to say it, bro, but you already shook on it.”

Malik swore angrily as he got into his Porsche and turned the ignition on. Malik had forgotten to turn off the stereo the last time he was in the car, and as a consequence the entire of the small parking ramp they were in filled with the vibrations of heavy bass-laden techno. He jammed him finger against the power button, and the area echoed with the sudden silence. “Though, I do find it incredibly underhanded that you would challenge a cripple to a drag race: just saying.”

Altair scoffed at him, “Yes, but you have a flashier car than me, so it should be a no brainer that you would win,” he said, starting his own car. “Besides, if you didn’t have your right hand, then it would be more underhanded, but really you can drive with your knees.”

Rauf meanwhile waited for the two of them to stop bickering, playing with the hem of their makeshift flag. Rauf looked around nervously, expecting to see cherries flashing off in the distance, but as he concluded that they were alone in their abandoned area near campus, he waved the flag. He barely finished bringing the flag down when Malik peeled out of the parking garage and sped off down the abandoned street. Altair was close behind, expertly shifting gears to close the gap.

It all started after Malik got his new car. He claimed that with it he could beat Altair any day in a drag race, which had become a hobby of theirs in recent years. Altair however, stood behind his baby, knowing that it wasn’t about the flashy engines and interiors that made a good racing car, but the driver behind the wheel. Altair also wanted to get back at Malik for scoffing at him when he said he could bang anyone he wanted. So he knew he struck a cord when he challenged not only Malik’s driving skills, but also his younger brother’s virtue by insinuating that he would easily sleep with Altair. That and Altair couldn’t pass up an opportunity to taint such unadulterated innocence.

It was with that in mind that Altair squeezed past Malik as they rounded a curve and crossed the finish line just seconds before Malik. Altair grinned as he saw Malik screaming curse words through the tinted windows of his friend’s car. As they pulled into a nearby parking lot and turned off their cars, Altair was unceremoniously ripped from his vehicle and thrown against the car door.

“If my brother doesn’t want to have sex with you, you back the fuck right off, and if I hear one bad word from my brother about this, I will flay off your dick with a plastic knife, ya hear me?” Malik snarled, spit flying in Altair’s face.

Altair just blinked at Malik before his face split into a grin, “I guess that’s as best of a blessing as I am going to get,” he said smugly, easing Malik’s fists from his sweatshirt. He patted his friend on the shoulder, smoothed his shirt down and opened up his car door.

“So Kadar would be in his dorm, yeah?” He said mostly to himself, grinning at Malik through the car window.

As he pulled out of the parking lot, he pulled out his phone to let Malik’s pristine baby brother know he was on his way over.

Altair sauntered down the dorm hall, humming the victory theme from Final Fantasy, and as he approached Kadar’s room, butterflies of anticipation welled up within him. For the first time in forever, he will be able to partake in the forbidden fruit that is his best friend’s brother. He leaned against the doorjamb of Kadar’s room, and peered inside. Kadar was sitting at his desk, hunched over a large text book with a pencil in one hand and the other wrapped around a bottle of water. Altair noted the pink tongue poking out between Kadar’s perfect lips. He licked his own before announcing his arrival by clearing his throat.

“Oh, good you found your way in,” he said, pushing up his dark rimmed glasses. “Say, you’re really good at Physics right?”

Altair blinked at him, face lax with disbelief. He’d come over all this way, and Kadar wanted help with physics? Didn’t the kid realize Altair’s motives for coming over? He thought back to the lewd text he was going to send Kadar, mentally kicking himself for not sending it.

“Uh yeah, I guess. I mean it is only what I’m getting my master’s in,” he said, feigning nonchalance.

Kadar rolled his eyes, and beckoned Altair over to the bed next to his desk. Altair sighed before closing the door and sitting next to him. “So what is it that you’re doing?”

“I’m trying to do this equation, something about fluid physics and magma, and its relation to the pushes and pulls of both the sun and moon. I’ve been doing this for the better part of an hour and quite frankly my brain is fried. So…” he looked pointedly at Altair. “You can help right?”

Altair shook his head in misunderstanding before snatching the paper away from Kadar. He sat silently reading the paper for a moment, while Kadar sipped at his water before Altair said, “You’re joking right? This is really easy,” he said, grabbing Kadar’s pencil and transcribing the answer to the equation. “See?”

“Uh…sure,” Kadar said, peering over the equation, “yup, looks right to me!” he said brightly.

Altair groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose, “You don’t understand it at all do you.”

Still grinning, Kadar shook his head.

Altair began to explain just how fluid physics worked, letting Kadar add his own input and questions with regards to geology. Altair stretched himself lazily across the bed, and after a half-hour of silence during which Kadar worked on his lab report, Altair had fallen asleep. He woke up suddenly when a heavy weight rested on top of him, and he blinked up with bleary eyes to find Kadar straddling his waist.

“Hello,” Altair said, resting his hands on Kadar’s hips. “Um…is there are reason for this?”

“Well, you see, you just looked so adorable sleeping on my bed like that. To be honest, I never thought I’d ever get you in my bed.”

Altair’s attention was pulled away from analyzing what was said by Kadar wiggling his hips against Altair’s. “You know, with you being Malik’s best friend and all, it was never really a possibility.”

Altair sat up a bit, leaning heavily on his elbows as he took a good look at Kadar, “what did you say?”

“I said that I never thought I’d get the chance to bed you since you were my older brother’s best friend.”

Altair’s eyes grew wide with realization, and he reached up, grabbing Kadar, and pulled him down for a heated kiss. His arm gave out under the weight, and he wrapped his arm around Kadar’s slender waist as he deepened the kiss. He groaned when Kadar moaned against his mouth, holding his grip on the back of Kadar’s head when the younger tried to pull back. He sucked Kadar’s bottom lip into his mouth, lightly nibbling on it, and as he let go, he vaguely felt his hands and arms being pulled taught as he was bound to the bed. He looked up at Kadar, confused how one minute he was holding Kadar firmly in place and the next he was powerless to do so.

“I just like being in control,” Kadar said, licking his lips and moaning softly as the taste of Altair still lingered on his tongue. “Now where were we?” Kadar said, tracing his hands down Altair’s firm abdomen as he leaned in to kiss Altair once more.

Altair felt Kadar squeeze his shoulders lightly, moaning lewdly as Kadar grinded against him. He swirled his tongue against Kadar’s, almost purring with the velvety softness of it. Altair moved his hips against Kadar’s trying to get more friction. Kadar pulled away from the kiss, breathing heavily, and all Altair could do was whimper at the loss. But just as the tingling in his lips started to fade, his body began to experience a new kind of pleasure as Kadar swiped his tongue firmly across Altair’s pulse-point on his neck. He groaned loudly, craning his neck back to allow for better access, making a soft mewling noise when Kadar expertly moved his tongue towards the curvature between his neck and shoulder.

“What do you want me to do to you, Altair,” he whispered; his breathing harsh against Altair’s sensitive skin.

“Anything,” he moaned.

Kadar grinned wide; his pupil’s blown with lust as he shimmied down Altair a bit to get better access to Altair’s tanned and muscular body. Altair arched his back enough that Kadar was able to slide the obtrusive t-shirt out of the way. He made an obscene noise as Kadar bit down on Altair’s hardened nipple, and he bucked his hips again for some much needed friction.

“Patience,” He whispered against Altair’s lips, holding him down with his body weight. Kadar grinned at him like this was the most fun he’d ever had. “I just want you to make some more of those noises. Who knew you could sound like such a slut?”

“Shut up,” Altair moaned.

Altair melted under Kadar’s touches, his breath shuddering as Kadar grazed his nails lightly over the sensitive skin of Altair’s lower abdomen. He purred Kadar’s name as Kadar’s hand finally made its way down to palm his obvious erection.

“God I love the noises you make,” Kadar whispered, as he peeled open the zipper to Altair’s jeans.

“Wait,” Altair said, “I can’t be the only one naked here,” his expression hopeful.

Kadar smirked, “I suppose so.”

Altair struggled briefly against his bonds, wanting to reach out and touch Kadar once he removed his shirt. It wasn’t often that he saw the younger Al-Sayf without his shirt on, but man had Altair forgotten what he looked like. His tanned skin gave off a golden hue in the artificial light of the dorm room, and his dark nipples were instantly hard with what Altair could only assume was a mixture of arousal and the dorm room chill. He even whispered a soft ‘please’ but of course Kadar could not be persuaded to untie him. Seeing Altair squirm with anticipation and pleasure was enough for now. He moved back to the task at hand, and slowly shimmied Altair’s jeans off, running his nails intentionally along the man’s inner thighs.

By the time Kadar had pulled off Altair’s boxers as well and was teasing the base of Altair’s cock with both tongue and hand, Altair was a writhing incoherent mess. It wasn’t until Kadar’s teasing began to travel farther south that Altair was pulled from his pleasure.

“Wait, what are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” Kadar said, pulling Altair’s cock from his mouth. “I’m prepping you.”

“Prepping me for what?” Altair asked. His obliviousness was almost tangible.

“You’re joking. I mean if you want me to go in there unprepared I guess that’s your decision but—“

“Wait, I thought I was going to fuck you,” he said, his chest now rising in sudden panic. His eyes darted around and he pulled a bit at his binding.

“That’s not how I work though. Besides it’s not like you’ve never bottomed before.”

Altair’s silence told Kadar everything he needed to know. “You’re kidding. The great Altair has never bottomed before?”

“Well…I mean…okay no…but I’m not some idiot virgin,” Altair said defensively, though his cheeks burned with shame. “I just like to keep my options open, so I figured as long as I just dished out and didn’t receive it’d be fine…” he said lamely, eyes shifting away from Kadar’s disbelieving gaze.

“You do know that’s not how it works right?” Altair’s averted gaze told him his answer. “All right look, as far as first times go, I’m the best in the game! I’ll take good care of you, okay? You’re going to really enjoy yourself, I promise,” he finished before moving his mouth back to Altair’s cock.

Altair tried to pull his thoughts together through the haze of pleasure, but Kadar was right, he was enjoying it so far. He tensed a bit as he felt the fingers back near his entrance, and noticed a gooey wetness when Kadar circled his finger before pushing past the tight ring of muscle. Altair squirmed at the uncomfortable intrusion, and tried to clear his mind of the awkwardness and dull pain that movement brought. However, when he shuddered in pleasure as Kadar dragged his tongue up the base of his hard cock, he didn’t mind the intrusion so much.

Shortly after, Kadar added a second finger and began scissoring within Altair’s opening so it would relax. He felt Kadar breathing heavily against his thigh and felt something moving against his leg. He looked down and shuddered in pleasure as he saw Kadar stroking himself through his boxers.

After a few more minutes, Kadar assumed that Altair was ready and stepped back off the bed to strip off the last of his clothes. Altair stared with wide-eyed lust at the slender beauty before him. Lean muscle followed from his abdomen to his legs, and the thick swollen cock was begging to be sucked.

“Come here,” he moaned, looking up through his eyelashes at Kadar. As if he knew what Altair wanted, or he just wanted it himself, he braced himself over Altair and let him greedily swallow it down. Altair moaned loudly around the erection, pulling back just enough to swipe the head of it with his tongue. Above him, he could hear Kadar panting, and his head was thrown back in pleasure.

“Stop,” Kadar said breathlessly. “I might just cum if you keep doing that.”

He pulled away from Altair and asked, “Are you ready?”

Altair looked at Kadar momentarily before nodding. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t slightly nervous, but if there was one thing he knew about the Al-Sayf’s it was that they kept their word. Altair’s body hummed with anticipation as he released his fear. If Kadar said he was in good hands and that he’d enjoy it, then Altair had no other choice but to trust him.

He watched at Kadar rolled a condom on and slathering it with lube before he turned his attention back to Altair. Altair scooted up a little bit, pulling his legs up just enough to accommodate Kadar, and moaned softly when slick fingers entered him. He could do this all day, he thought as Kadar toyed with him, but just as Altair was really getting into it, Kadar pulled his fingers out. Before Altair could really mourn the loss, something much larger pressed against his entrance.

“This might hurt,” Kadar said, before pushing forward in a quick single motion.

Altair saw stars explode behind his eyes at the pain that erupted within his belly, but as he forced himself to relax, the pain subsided a bit. Above him he heard Kadar cursing how tight he was. “Sorry. It’s been a while since I’ve slept with a virgin.”

“I am not a virgin,” Altair corrected, clenching his teeth at the uncomfortable intrusion.

“Your body is telling me otherwise. Just tell me when.”

stupid character limit...

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Altair leaned up just enough to close the gap between them, and with a swipe of his tongue Kadar started to slowly move. “God you feel so good,” he muttered against Altair’s lips, and Altair had to admit, it wasn’t as daunting an experience as he thought it would have been.

Kadar snapped his hips forward, and Altair’s vision blazed white with pleasure. His breath got caught in his throat and turned into a high pitched whimper, and his back arched off the bed as Kadar did it again. His face scrunched up, and for a brief moment Altair questioned who he was and what his name was. Pleasure like he had never experienced washed over him time and time again as Kadar pounded into that one spot repeatedly.

Kadar threw one of Altair’s legs over his shoulder for better leverage, and the slap of their skin deafened Altair. As pleasure began to build up with in his belly, Altair once again wished his hands were free. Kadar read his mind, and reached between them winding his fingers around Altair’s swollen cock. Altair whimpered in Kadar’s ear as his partner swiped his thumb across the wet crown, making him involuntarily buck his hips against Kadar. He heard Kadar softly moan his name, and that nearly sent Altair over the edge. As Kadar’s rhythm began to take on a more frantic tone, Altair struggled to match his pace and soon he was shooting gobs of cum all over Kadar’s chest. Moments after he felt Kadar’s cock tense within him and pulse slightly as Kadar also came.

Kadar gingerly pulled out of Altair, leaving Altair feeling cold at the loss of body heat. Kadar returned after discarding the condom and untied Altair’s wrists. He cleaned the both of them off, and settled in behind Altair.

“Not bad for a firstie,” Kadar mocked, but in his post-orgasm state, Altair couldn’t give a fuck about anything.

He yawned widely and mumbled, “It was so good that I wouldn’t care if we did that in front of your brother,” and then passed out.

“Funny you should say that,” Kadar said, grinning impishly into Altair’s back before he too passed out.

“You sound like a dog in heat when you’re being fucked,” Malik said, cringing at Altair when he returned to their apartment.

“How would you know?” Altair said, setting his keys down on the sideboard before entering the living room.

“Kadar sent me this,” he said, flashing the screen of his phone at Altair, “just after you left his dorm. Next time you get fucked by my brother, don’t make me apart of it, got it?” Malik said, shuddering visibly with disgust as he walked away.

-Fin-

SECONDING (and maybe claiming) but first I need to finish some other stories...oh what the heck. Claiming. (But it'll be a few days)

I was wondering, because of the rivalry between the Auditore's and the Pazzi's, what it would be like if they were a Drow civilization (instead of Italian). That led to Vampire!Federico or Werewolf!Federico or demigod!Federico or anything nothuman!Federico (hey, he can still look human) molesting Vieri.
But since not everyone writes Federico/Vieri, you can select any pairing you want (OP prefers F/V) so long as one of them is not human, and the other one is. And it has to contain molesting (and be consensual if they move on to actual sex).

Recap- Any pairing, prefer Federico/Vieri, that has one character as anything other than human, and it has molesting.

This prompt reminds this anon of Twilight...
~~Why is it always vampires and werewolves?~~

I love Federice/Vieri as well ^_^

Seconded sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11

It's hard to think sexy thoughts about Frankenstein's Monster?

Well, it can be ANY supernatural sort of creature. How about an Ifrit for any of the Arabian Assassins? Or an elemental or forest-y spirit sort of thing for the Florentines? You can't tell me La Volpe = kitsune never crossed anyone's mind. Hell, Those Who Came Before are based on the old Capitoline Trio from Roman. You could make our assassins godlings from the lost age.

I love crazy speculative stuff, it's so fun!

What about Grab-Me-Gotchas from Winnie-the-Pooh? Perfect molesting tool right there. XD

*not sure if troll or serious*

What are the Grab-Me-Gotchas? It's been... a while since I watched Wine the Pooh on a regular basis.

Okay so, 4 things:
1. SORRY FOR THE DELAY. ;w; I hope the new chapter can make up for the long wait.
2. This chapter is pretty short compared to the first one, unfortunately -- only 1700 words, as opposed to 2100.
3. I LOVE DREAMWIDTH'S COMMENT LENGTH RESTRICTION. I managed to get this whole chapter in one comment and aaaaa it's so neat and tidy.

Aside from that, please enjoy!

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Shaun was tense and angry the whole way home, to the point that his wing muscles cramped and he listed to one side or the other as he flew. He thought, as he landed on the roof of his apartment building, that he must look more drunk than angry to most people. But he couldn't even work up the energy to be mad about that. All his energy went towards that.... that idiot -- and then at the thought of his smirk, his lips, and the heat that seemed to roll off of him, Shaun tensed with an emotion that was not anger and wavered. He reached out to brace himself against the wall. Lust was swirling through him, creeping up to try to overtake his anger.

He staved it off, but only barely. He had to get inside. Had to get off the roof -- he fumbled for the stairwell access door, drawing his wings tight against his back. He could give his report later. Chew Lucy out for sending him against three demons as skilled as them, yell at Rebecca for her snide comments. Right now, though, he just wanted to go inside. He wanted a drink, a shower, a change of clothes, Desmond...

No! No, he wanted sleep. Not Desmond! Not that... that.... Shaun whined faintly, surprised to find himself standing in front his flat's front door already. Briefly, he forgot what he'd done with his keys -- renting as a human was so difficult, having to conceal his wings and pretend to go to work every day but he'd been born and raised in England and his records from his human life were still around and he'd be damned if he was going to let them go to waste -- but then he remembered: pocket. Back pocket, right. There wasn't anything the slightest bit sexy about pulling his keys out but suddenly he wondered what it would like to have that damn demon touching him again, reaching into his pocket and stealing his keys, looking at him with an arched brow and then smirking. Really, Shaun? he would say. You never struck me as the apartment-dwelling type. And then he'd laugh, Shaun thought, and even though he'd never heard Desmond laugh before he was sure it would be intoxicating, and then...

What did he do to me? Shaun was passingly aware that he'd made it all the way to the bed, not bothering to turn on any lights as he went. He shouldn't be this strong. Not strong enough to have Shaun sliding one leg onto the bed while his hands fumbled at his belt and zipper. Not enough to account for the way Shaun moaned when he wrapped his fingers around himself. The after effects of Desmond's manipulations shouldn't have still been resonating inside Shaun, making him slip his fingers under himself and into himself when the hand on his cock wasn't enough. He made desperate, needy sounds as he jerked his hand over himself, too wrapped up in the rising tide of pleasure to bother being ashamed. When the tide broke over him it was light a match being taken to his nerves; he felt in his spine and thighs, across his shoulders and neck, down to the very tips of his fingers and in every shaking muscle of his wings.

He curled forward once he'd stopped shaking, distantly pleased to realize that masturbating had apparently helped -- thoughts of Desmond were further away now, and barely made him shiver at all. Still, it was nice, huddling there while he waited for his mind to clear. Really nice. Too nice, actually, because Shaun drifted off without remembering to set his alarm. When he woke up the next morning, he knew he was in for a rough day. He was late. He was cold. There were feathers all over his bedroom because he'd left his wings out. He couldn't find his comfortable work clothes. He almost forgot to conceal his wings from human sight when he passed in front of his living room window.

And to make things really, really insulting, he couldn't get thoughts of Desmond out of his head, either. The wank had helped, a little, but apparently that wasn't a long-term solution. Puzzling over how a supposedly minor demon could have impacted him so severely didn't help -– it just drew his mind back to Desmond over and over and over again until he thought he would need to climb back into bed and fish the lubricant out of his bedside table one more time. He didn't, ultimately, but it was a close thing.

All in all, he certainly wasn't in the best of moods when he finally left his flat. The walk to the high-rise that housed his team's base of operations was a sullen one. He felt naked and exposed, like always, as he walked through the building's lobby like he was some normal human. He hurried for the elevator, determined to get upstairs as fast as possible and chew Rebecca and Lucy out. The thought gave him a degree of comfort as he huddled in the elevator corner. He couldn't believe they were such idiots. Making him waste a ward like that because they couldn't even do a basic scan... Yes, he thought as he stepped out of the elevator. He'd make his annoyance very clear.

Or at least, that was the plan at first. It was a good plan, but it was easily derailed when Shaun walked through the office door and saw a demon standing in front of Lucy's desk, chatting with her. A demon with a tail. A demon wearing a white hoodie. A demon that, for some baffling reason, sent a jolt of desire through Shaun the moment he saw him.

Desmond. How infuriating.

"What is he doing here?!" Shaun spoke before he thought, and wasn't able to keep his voice from going very slightly squeaky at the end.

"Your job, apparently." Lucy gave Shaun a critical look. "Shaun, what were you doing last night? Desmond says the rogues we were looking for were on the other side of town from where he saw you."

"Wait-- wait." Shaun stared at Desmond, who simply blinked at him in return. "You actually know this idiot?" Desmond tried to protest, but Shaun just kept going, his voice rising to a shout. "Him? And no one saw fit to tell me?! Did it not occur to anyone that maybe when you send someone out hunting for rogue demons you should tell them they have allies that are demons?" Lucy had fallen silent and still, her expression and the subtle twitching of her huge, carefully groomed wings giving away her shock. Shaun fell silent, furiously waiting for an answer.

Annoyingly, it was Desmond who spoke up first. "Told you we hadn't killed anyone."

"Oh, shove it, you--!"

But Lucy had already had enough of the argument. "Shaun!" A heady thrum of power resonated in Lucy's voice, and Shaun felt his gaze swing towards her against his will; out of the corner of his eye he saw Desmond doing the same. Shaun seethed, but remained silent -- another effect of Lucy's power, he thought. He was never going to get used to that.

Lucy turned her gaze on Desmond, and Shaun felt the invisible force of Lucy's Command fall away from him. "Desmond, what are you talking about? We didn't send Shaun to deal with any murderers last night."

"The hell you didn't," Shaun snarled. "I did two full sweeps of the area last night and there were three different murders committed by non-mortals all in the same four block radius."

Desmond lifted a hand. "He's right, Lucy. We poked around a little after we got away from him and found all three." He stopped for a moment, but Lucy impatiently waved him on. "Uh-- Altaïr said it could have been an angel or a demon. It didn't look like they'd been eaten at or anything."

Lucy frowned. "Some sort of ritual?"

"No," Shaun interrupted. "There wasn't enough energy in it for that."

"And it was messy," Desmond added. "They weren't really any a pattern to where they were killed, or how."

Lucy frowned. "And you're sure there wasn't enough energy for a ritual, Shaun?"

"I'm certain."

"Hmm..." Lucy's frown deepened. She sat in silence for a long moment before finally looking up at Shaun and Desmond. "Well, it's clear what needs to be done. Shaun?"

"Yes?"

"We need a more thorough investigation done. If it's just a bunch of young idiots causing trouble for thrills, you're more than capable of handling it."

"Of course. I can--"

"Wait." Lucy held up a hand, cutting Shaun off. "If. We have no idea of knowing for sure who actually committed those murders. That's why you're going to work with Desmond."

Silence. Shaun knew that his mouth was hanging open and he was sure, in some distant part of his mind, that he looked like a complete fool. He knew he should have said something, but the idea of being alone, with Desmond, for extended periods of time, had sapped his ability to speak, or react, to do anything but stand there and stare in amazement. He wanted to scream. He wanted to laugh. He wanted to throw Lucy out the window. He wanted to throw Desmond out the window. He wanted to throw Desmond against the wall.

"Uh," Desmond finally said. The very vision of eloquence, was Shaun's acidic thought, but he still didn't have it in him to speak. "I'm not sure that's the greatest option."

"It's the only option, Desmond." Lucy folded her hands and shifted her wings closer to her body. "Until we know for sure whose responsible this isn't a serious enough matter to request assistance from another unit."

"What about Rebecca?" Shaun suddenly blurted. "She's a decent analyst and if it's not important--"

"No, Shaun." Lucy reached down behind her desk and pulled a drawer open. She withdrew a blank sheet of paper from it. "Rebecca's already taking care of something else, and there's none of your assignments are time-critical." She picked up a simple calligraphy pen from her desk and signed the paper, then folded it up and handed it over to Desmond. "Here, Desmond. This should be enough."

Desmond hesitated, then sighed and accepted the paper. "If you say so, Lucy..." He glanced towards Shaun. He held his silence for a moment before speaking. "Well, should we go?"

Shaun turned his head to stare at Desmond. Immediate, he changed his mind. He definitely wanted to scream.

As an anon who would drop everything when a Leonardo icon popped up, I second this!

THANK YOU DEAR ANON. Seriously, this is the first time somebody claimed my prompt and that just made my day :D

They were in one of Tigger's songs. They were only mentioned in passing, but for some reason, the song stuck with me into adulthood. I can't even remember what purpose they served, other than to sing to Pooh about his honey.

And I figured, what the heck? Non-human molesting = grab-me-gotchas.

does it count as a misfire if the story somehow got posted within a random comment line of this thread?

This anon is writing something like that with BUT is taking her sweet time at it since it wants to be longer then what she's used too so no fill here.

So someone fill this! Old school scary vampires would be AWESOME ( am I the only one that misses them? Now their all the 'tortured lover' cliche) And ifrits is probably an even cooler idea. Crap. Maybe I will have to fill this. But no promises.

Uhm, replying to just about all of the suggestions...

First off, I hadn't realized the Twilight implications. Trust me when I say that was not my intention, because I was thinking of the variety of Vampires (such as the different courts in the Harry Dresden series. Seriously, Federico as a White Court Vamp? Yum.) and Werewolves (there are three main different types- the loupe garou, the shape shifters (transfiguration), and the actual wolves who can take human form. Darn, now I think there’s a fourth category I’m missing…oh yeah, talismans that give you wolf abilities, but don’t actually transform you.)

Second off, I wasn’t expecting anyone to pay attention to this prompt, and yet I see several good ideas being made out there. I figured it was crazy, but I needed to get it out of my head, and now…people are actually talking about this. (cries a little from joy)

Third off, Grab-Me-Gotchas…I am VERY interested in what write anon may come up with this. And I admit- there are a lot of supernatural elements out there, so there may be confusion about what sort of creature is being talked about (if it isn’t well known). (Speaking of, I’m off to google Ifrit in a moment). Plus, there are a lot of wonderful ideas in the Ifrit prompt, so my undying adoration to you write anon for so many good ideas! <3

Fourth off- Thank you all for paying attention to this prompt! ^.^
Whoops! Scrolled down and saw more replies!
(YESSS! SOMEONE ELSE WITH A LOVE FOR OLD SCHOOL VAMPIRES!!)
And a possible fill is wonderful to read about. ^.^
Thanks to everyone again!

Here! I found it!

"POOH MOON"
It is night time in the 100 Aker Wood. Pooh, Rabbit, Piglet, Gopher and Tigger are having a midnight picnic. Tigger pops Too much corn and Pooh discovers his Hunny pot is empty. He asks Piglet about if he's heard of a Hunny moon. Piglet asks him to tell the story again, but Tigger starts to tell the story about the GrabMeGotcha... The gang sleep, Piglet and Pooh sleep in the corn, and are popped away. The others wake up, and think the GrabMeGotcha grabbed them....

Yeah....

Here goes my childhood. Sacrificed to the kinkmeme.

Malik took a small key out of his pocket to open the door that laid in front of them. Altair wet his lips and watched as Malik pushed it slowly open. He almost feared his heart would jump out of his chest for how fast it was beating with anticipation.

Malik took a step to his side and pushed Altair into the dark room. He felt how Malik fumbled with something inside his pocket and before his eyes could adjust to the darkness something soft was put over his head that not only covered his eyes but his whole face. The texture felt soft against his skin but it also smelled of leather. For a moment panic crawled up his spine like a spider before he felt Malik's breath next to his ear.

“Trust me”, he whispered softly and guided him further inside.

The door fell shut and all of the sudden it was very quiet. Altair could no longer hear the music that was playing or the chattering of the people the only thing he could make out was his own erratic breathing. Fingers were pressing at his neck and the fabric that covered his face was pulled tightly as to fasten it.

“You don't need your eyes for what I'm about to show you”, Malik told him and Altair heard how he walked around to stop in front of him.

“Let me introduce you to my rules,” and Altair could hear the grin in his voice, “You will not speak until I tell you to. When you speak to me you will show some respect and address me as 'Sir'. You will not move until I tell you otherwise. You will not cum until I give you permission. Understood so far?”

Altair moved his jaw just to test how far he could still move it and his lips, and noticed that it was still possible for him to speak even though his mouth was covered.

“Yes”, he told Malik with a muffled voice.

A punch hit him in the stomach and he stumbled backwards as the air was knocked out of his lungs and he bent over both of his arms crossed at his stomach to protect himself and to ease the pain.

“Yes?”

Altair grumbled. “Yes Sir.”

“Good. There's more though. You will tell me when you can't take it anymore and when that's the case you're allowed to speak – always.”

Altair noticed how Malik used the word 'when' and not 'if'. Fear settled into his stomach like a lump of ice but he nodded anyway.

Malik gave him a couple of minutes to stand back up again and when Altair did, a hand lifted his chin and turned his head from side to side just as Malik would inspect an animal to guess its value.

“Since everything's said now we shall begin. Take off your shirt please.”

Hesitantly Altair did as he was told and grabbed the hem of his shirt. He prayed that Malik wouldn't notice how much his hands shook. He tossed his shirt to the side and shuddered as the cold air hit his skin.

He heard how Malik moved around the room before he made out the sound of something rattling.

“I want to ask you some questions and I want you to answer them to me truthfully.” Maliks voice sounded like coming from a small distance before he heard soft steps coming to his direction again.

Something fell to the ground next to him with a soft thud and his hands were grabbed and pulled behind his back.

“Have you ever done something like this before?” Malik whispered into his ear as he used rope to bind his arms behind his back. Malik started from his wrists before he looped it further around his arms until his elbows were pressed together and Altair's shoulders were stretched in an uncomfortable way as they were pulled behind him.

“No Sir”, he told him for it was the truth. Malik should have known better as to ask him something like that.

His arms encircled Altair from behind and one of his hands was pressed against his hip while the other started to caress his stomach. Malik's whole body was flushed against his back and Altair realized that his own hands laid dangerously near the other man's crotch.

“I think you're lying.”

The hand that caressed his stomach roamed over his chest until fingers found his left nipple and squeezed hard. Altair caught his breath as a small wave of pain spread through his body.

“Let's try this again. Have you ever done something like this before?” Malik still hold his nipple between his thumb and index finger.

Altair didn't understand and was confused for a moment. He wasn't lying which made him even more confused.

“N-No Sir”, he said again and his voice sounded weak like he had just woken up as he grow more and more insecure within the minute.

Now the hand that had a hold of his hip started to move too and before he knew it Malik had pinched both of his nipples and increased the pressure to them. A moan escaped his lips and Altair leaned backwards and rested his head upon one of Malik's shoulders in an attempt to get away from those fingers.

“I want you to listen Altair, really listen. If you have to think before you answer one of my questions then do it. Use that little brain of yours and don't lie to me.”

Altair opened his mouth to breath through the pain and it became already very hot and sticky behind the mask and he felt his hair stick to his forehead as a small drop of sweat rolled down his neck.

The longer he would wait with an answer the longer Malik wouldn't pull his hands away. And he tried to think really tried to but it was impossible to lie when you had told the truth all along. He recalled the evening. He came to the club headed for the bar, drank a beer, watched the people, Malik came, they talked, went to the restroom... he fast-forwarded the last events to the point where Malik had tied his hands behind his back.

No – he had never done something like this before. For a moment he wanted to laugh remembering his mother who had always warned him to never go with a stranger. And as he had been a good kid tonight he went against his mother's advice and hooked up with someone he had only met this night - but there had also been Ma... oh - oh!

Altair nodded fiercely as if he really were just a little kid that finally figured out the problem eager to tell everybody about what he just discovered.

“Yes! Yes!”, he cried as Malik had added more pressure to his fingers the last few seconds making it feel as if his chest was on fire.

“I've done this before, yes, but it had been years ago”, and Altair breathed hard between the words hoping desperately that Malik would please, please just let go of him?

But if anything happened then that Malik started to pull and twist.

“Sir! Sir!” And Malik let go and Altair slumped forward in relief.

He could hear a dark chuckle behind him.

"And that was only my first question."

The first time it happened Desmond was in a village south of Maysaf. He didn't even notice.

The second time was in a different village during a food run while Shaun acted (except how he really wasn’t) like a bad tourist.

“A dozen restaurants and not a single bloody hamburger between them.”

“You could take it as a sign.” Desmond offered. Both were carrying bags of food as they walked the dusty roads. “To broaden your taste experience.”

“No, Desmond. If it was a sign broaden my taste experience I would be in Paris. Eating at one of those wine and dine money holes. Instead I’m stuck eating leaf rolled goat every day.”

Desmond shrugged cheerfully, “I kind of like it.” At this time they had reached the intersection that lead back to the city. It was a quiet place, seeing little to no traffic except the few locals that worked away from home. A group of kids played with an old soccer ball at the light, their mothers standing in one of the house’s doorways talking quietly. The air heavy with the smell of desert and some spice he couldn’t identify. Hot and sharp, he could almost taste it: his stomach clenched tightly, hungry again.

Desmond almost dropped the food when Shaun made a strangled yell and more or less fell into him. He jabbed the slighter man roughly with his elbow when he saw what had made the other jump. “It’s just a dog, you girl.”

Muddy brown and skinny like all the dogs he had seen lately, it stood off the side of the road, watching them warily. Desmond crouched slowly, fishing a piece of pita bread out from the bag and holding it out.

“Don’t feed the thing! It could have rabies or something.” Shaun bit out. Standing a good ten feet away and eyeing the both of them as though he suspected they were already infected.

Desmond ignored him. The dog took a step forward, tail gently wagging, ears pulled back. “That a-boy. It’s ok.” He murmured. Grinning when the dog took another cautious step. And that’s when it happened.

It couldn’t have been more than a second, but as the dog lifted its head - it’s eyes a bright, bright red and intelligent – he met the gaze and felt... something. The feeling already light and fleeting; broken harshly when a rock landed on the ground next to him.

“What -“ He jerked around to see two of the women running at him, covered faces and heavy cloth making their approach like angry wraiths come to deliver punishment. Shaun yelled again when one of the women lifted her hand, brandishing another rock. The rock flew by. Desmond stood still in shock as the women flew past him. When he glanced back, the dog was gone, the women had stopped by the corner of the building muttering in low, angry voices. “What the hell was that?” Shaun demanded shrilly. Hands waving back and forth in front of him as though he wasn’t sure what to do with them.

One of the women turned back to them – her glance quick and slightly panicked – grabbed her friends arm and pushed her back the way they came. Shouting at the children who had crowded not far. They dispersed quickly, most vanishing like they had never even been. The doors slamming shut as the last person left the street. The soft noises of the village quieted to nothing leaving the two foreigners alone and confused.

----- I already have to many things to write but I couldn't leave this one be. Short, since it was written while I was waiting in a parking lot on my phone. So please excuse all spelling mishaps and grammar errors and random jumping sentences. Also the lack of Federico/Vieri cause I couldn't really think of anyway to write them in with ifrits/jinn since that is what tickled my brain. Next update in a week? Will definitely be longer.

Also, to note, the jinn is going to based on a mix between the jinn in 1001 nights, Muslim/Arabic beliefs and the little snippet in American Gods where it's a taxi driver. Ok... maybe heavily on the American Gods one. But also on the one sentence (in wiki, but it's sourced so I'm going to have to see if my library can get the book) where it says WWI soldiers stationed in Egypt were warned by locals of ifrits disguised as dogs that would lead them into the desert until they became lost.

Hoo…. Anon had such a tough time with this for some strange reason ^^;
**Lapin Agile is a famous cabaret in France, much like the Moulin Rouge.

Red Lights

Federico hated coming to this place, the red neon lights flashing against the dark, starless sky. The stench of poverty was weakly masked by cheap wine and cloying flowers; women cooed in disappointment as he passed without a single glance, his eyes never leaving the eccentric sign of a rabbit jumping out of a saucepan. He gripped the crinkled bills tightly in one hand, the other smoothing out the wrinkles in his orange shirt, an attempt to look presentable.

“What do you want?” a beast of a man questioned, his thick arms crossed before him.

He wondered why the doorman asked the same question every time; it wasn’t as if he did anything else here.

“You know why,” Federico replied with a self-assured smile, though his heart pounded with fear. Was there enough?

The doorman snatched the stack of money, counting the cash with uncanny efficiency. Pocketing two bills from the pile the man nodded at Federico.

“Room 59,” the bouncer grunted. “Don’t do anything dumb, you hear?”

Federico didn’t reply, strolling into the cabaret with grim determination. ‘This time,’ he told himself. ‘This time for sure.’

-

Room 59 was also known as the aviary, decorated with lush plants and a central lake equipped with a self sustaining waterfall. The cabaret’s star lived there, known through the streets as “Lapin Agile’s black swan”. Federico sighed softly before opening the creaky door emblazoned with rusty brass numbers.

“You’re back,” the starlet commented nonchalantly, though Federico had known him long enough to read the shock in the raven’s eyes.

The cabaret’s lead performer lounged under a canopy bed piled high with silk pillows; a tight black bodice emphasized his slim waist, the dress billowing out, resembling the feathered wings of his namesake. His black hair, usually down to frame his face, was pulled into a loose ponytail; he hadn’t been expecting anyone tonight.

Federico drank in the sight, fist tightening against the bills. “Vi-” he started to say, only to be cut off by an elegant hand.

“There’s no need to talk; come here,” the courtesan whispered, patting the empty place next to him.

And Federico could do nothing but curse himself as he fell under the black swan’s sensual spell again.

-

Basking in the afterglow of their union, Federico tightened his hold on the courtesan’s waist, who was counting the bills slowly.

“Stop coming here,” he hissed, clutching Federico’s hard earned bills. “You can barely afford it. How long did you work for this money?”

“I don’t know,” the Auditore admitted, burrowing his head against the other man’s shoulder. “Three? Four days?”

Four days, five days, a week; it didn’t matter.

As always, Federico moaned into the dancer’s shoulder, trying to persuade. “Come with me; you deserve more than this.”

And as always, Vieri coolly replied with, “Stop being ridiculous; all we are to each other is courtesan and customer.”

-

I tried to keep anonymity of who the courtesan was but that failed miserably. OTL

I wanna have a go at this. See if I can a laugh with it XD

Can I have:
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This is either gonna go amazingly right, or horribly wrong...

So this Anon really loves Altair and Malik, im not alone. I was thinking maybe having Malik finally get back at Altair for being the cocky thing he is.

So malik takes some heavy black ink at the bureau and writes something on a flat sheet of paper and leaves it on his own desk When he knows Altair is due to come back soon.
When Altair comes back, Malik quickly spins him to the desk and presses him against it and sexy times ensue.
I just want Altair walking out and along the streets of Jerusalem oblivious to the fact ink has been imprinted on the back of his white robes, whatever Malik has written or even if its just a map of the city is up to the author!

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