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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4

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ORIGINALLY, I was going to credit the BDSM prompt for making this scenario spawn in my mind, and have the prompt be ‘please detail in a story how they came to be in a Dominant/submissive (for life) lovers’.
Without further ado, here is the modern day, slight AU idea that jumped in my mind. Others, please feel free to fill as well. (Because this is my first attempt at writing sex!)

He folded the laundry, pulling it out of the dryer, swearing under his breath about having to bend over in such a short skirt. The lacy fringe teased his thighs, tracing over shaved skin and drawing his attention away from folding and hanging the dress pants. The g-string was sliding down in between his cheeks again, and with a sigh, he gave up trying to keep the string out. Bending down again, he snagged the last article, and hung the pants. Nothing seemed to need ironing, so he turned to head out.

Slamming the dryer’s door shut with his foot, he headed into the rest of the suite with the basket and hangars. The place was spacious, and nearly private, the building being high-class enough that few people actually bothered to live there. Many owned a place just for bragging rights, which made it the perfect ghost town.

Heading into the bedroom, he entered the wardrobe and hung the dress pants, before setting the shirts onto their respective racks. The room was done in light brown wood and creamy walls, a red border running around the room. Of course his lover would remind him exactly who he belonged to from the surrounding to his clothing to what he ate.

Oh, and there was the matter where he was Maestro. A smile quirked at his lips, reminding him of how much there was to his Maestro, a general lover of life, but exclusive lover to him. Maestro would be home soon from his business, and he personally wanted Maestro to come home to a wonderful sight.

Being a week from his Maestro was boring him. With how digitized the world had become, he could work entirely from home, and never leave. Of course, Maestro did take him out sometimes on dates, but otherwise, he stayed home.
Standing, he turned to go prepare dinner in the kitchen. He mused on a light salad, with some penne pasta and soft serve gelato. He didn’t like meat, but Maestro did, so perhaps a side dish of chopped meat for the salad-

A hand came down on his wrist, tugging him into a spare bedroom.
Spinning, he kicked out for the attacker’s shin, bringing up his other hand to block a grab for his other wrist, aiming to knock the grab aside and slam the heel of his palm into the intruder’s nose.

“Ah! Vieri!”

He stilled. It was Maestro. Scowling, he kneeled and gingerly touched where he had kicked Maestro in the shin.

“Idiota. I thought you would be coming home later and I’d have to completely redo our game room while disposing of a corpse before I got to see you.” He snapped. Some days his Maestro was an idiota. A lovable idiota, but still an idiota.

He looked at the leg, gently tugging the pant leg up to see the damage. His own foot hurt from the connection, but he ignored it to see to Maestro-

The leg he was examining- oh good, it didn’t look like it would bruise- suddenly shifted, pushing him down to the floor.

"Well,” Maestro purred, “when I saw what you were wearing, I decided that I would have my welcome home present first.”

The boot pressed against his chest, forcing him down for Maestro to gaze upon. The boot had been cleaned to a shine, the dirt on the bottom washed off long before entering the building. The cool feel of the rubber sole was felt through the cotton of the black shirt, the white lace framing his neck.

The boot trailed down his stomach, rolling over the slight plump that Maestro insisted he have, just enough to be a life of ease, not enough to be a health concern. The shoe caught in the hem of his skirt, before a flick of the ankle started to bunch the material up on the sides. The cool top of the shoe- leather, he realized from the texture, real leather- moved down his thigh, and onto the inside of his quivering thighs.

“Did my pet not touch himself while I was gone?”

Vieri trembled, his arms holding him up. Of course he hadn’t touched himself this time, he remembered the flogging and milking from the last time he had touched himself without Maestro’s express permission. He only wanted Maestro. Only Maestro could fulfill him. The fact that he hadn’t even gotten hard when he touched himself was embarrassing enough the first time. The flogging and milking was just to prove that only Maestro could arouse him, could give him what he needed.

But right now, Maestro was frowning. Oh, not good.

“Are you wearing the underwear I bought you?”

Oh, wait. Good frown. That was his thinking frown. Perhaps if he looked at Maestro’s ears, he could see the steam from the hard thinking he was engaged in.

Staying silent, he waited for Maestro to realize that yes, he was wearing the clothes Maestro had bought him. He was that desperate to be reminded of Maestro.

The frown cleared away, that warm smile lighting up his face. “Did you miss me?”

His Maestro was an idiota.

“Yes, Maestro, I missed you! I’ve cleaned this entire place top to bottom, and I don’t have any work left to do! I have a three day ‘break’ from work, so are you going to screw me or am I going to make dinner!”

…..Maestro was still working with him on his tolerance for teasing. But he suspected that Maestro actually like his outbursts and conversations, as he always asserted that communication was key.

In fact, he was flat out grinning like a loon.

“Oh, I am hungry, but only for a meal you can provide.” The not so subtle rub of his shoe against Vieri’s privates, the cool friction and slow rub causing his eyes to flutter, and his head fall back.

Ah, what Maestro did to him, it never stopped.

The cool feeling was removed.

“Take them off.”

Vieri slid so that his weight rested on his legs, bringing his hands up to gently work the boot off. His knees were bent, leaving him spread, the boot firmly planted to his chest, nearly knocking him over before he leaned against it.

Then, he gently guided Maestro’s foot back out of the leather, setting the boot aside, letting Federico set his foot down in his socks on the wood floor and balance, bringing up the other foot. Vieri repeated his motions, setting the boot next to the other one.

Maestro gave him one more appreciated look, before he reached down curled his hand around the collar on Vieri’s throat.

“I see you’re wearing the one I got you back when we first got engaged. Go prepare yourself, and put on the black one I got you. You have twenty minutes.”

Maestro kissed his forehead, and then headed over to the closet.

Vieri nearly flew from the room, glad for once that he hadn’t worn the matching heels with the maid outfit. After cleansing his entrance, he unlocked the drawer and pulled out his set of collars. Reaching up, he undid the lock and placed the collar into its place. Then he grabbed another collar, this one thicker, with a D ring attached to it, for leashes and restraints.

With three minutes on the clock, Vieri left the room, wondering why the suite was big enough to comfortably house six people without ever meeting each other, and made it to the spare bedroom that was their game room with a minute left.

Federico set his selection inside a case and put it next to the table. Walking in, Vieri hopped up on the table, his legs swinging freely.
Maestro smiled, bringing his hand up to tangle in the back of Vieri’s hair, moving in for a chaste kiss.

Vieri whimpered and waited for Maestro to ask to enter his mouth.

Instead, Maestro kissed along his jaw, back to his left ear, before sucking on the lobe, his teeth worrying the lobe, the hot moist breath making Vieri twist, the sensitive spot making him fight against pulling Maestro closer or pushing him away.

“Ma-Maestro…”

“Lie down, on your stomach.” Maestro ordered. Complying, Vieri twisted from his right shoulder over, lifting his left hip up so he could cross over and lay down. Maestro walked around the table, silk scarves moving to attach his hands to the supporting beams bolted to the floor.

The overhead bar was ignored.

Maestro tugged the collar, ensuring that there was enough give so Vieri wouldn’t hurt himself, and then attached a chain to the D ring, running it back to the wall, instead of down to the table.

Then Maestro finished circling him.

Fingers slid up his thigh, under his skirt, and drifting into his cleft before one circled around his opening.

Vieri noticed that his legs weren’t bound, wondering what Maestro was up to. Usually, if Maestro wanted a treat after a long absence, Vieri couldn’t move at all. This was new.

Not new unsettling, but new as in, the first time he wasn’t completely tied up.

“You said that you cleaned the entire place, Vieri?”
Vieri nodded.
The finger slid inside.

Maestro’s finger was joined by another, and he released a soft sigh. If Maestro wanted an appreciative groan, he would work for it, as always.
And then the finger was gone, and the door was closing.
What the hell!

Vieri snapped his head back to yell at Maestro for leaving him, before he remembered what Federico had said.
Oh.

Irritated, Vieri realized how eager he was for Maestro to fill him, but Federico didn’t do fast. He dragged the pleasure out, claiming that Vieri deserved the best treatment. More than likely, this little tour was to calm both of their nerves, and give Vieri time to cool his jets a little. Plus, Federico would be elated that Vieri was waiting for him, wearing his clothes, and happy to see him home.

With a heartfelt sigh, Vieri dropped his head. He had about ten minutes to either get himself together, or work himself into a tizzy.

And Maestro may be an idiota, but he knew Vieri was smart. Vieri would realize why he left, so if Maestro came back to a worked up Vieri, he might get mad and leave for an hour until Vieri learned that eager behavior was acceptable, but desperate wasn’t.

Vieri meditated for the ten minutes, waiting for Federico to finish going all over the house. He heard Federico pass their room on the tour, and when he came back, he entered the room.

Federico walked in, becoming Maestro as he approached his pet, strapped to the table, subdued, and waiting for him.

Running his hand over his pet’s back, he stroked languidly against the warmth. Vieri wasn’t thrumming as intensely as before, his breath even and slow, instead of the rapid pants. No soft sighs escaped his lips from just being touched by his Maestro, and instead his muscles relaxed and he leaned into the touch instead of tensing in anticipation.

Of course, now that Vieri wasn’t so close to orgasming, and associated orgasms with punishment (perhaps he shouldn’t have milked him so bad that one time) he decided that a reward was in order.

Fishing into the bag of his selected items, Federico pulled out a simple metal ring, placing it around Vieri’s head, sliding it down to the base.

Enough for the blood flow, but it would pinch the vessels for the semen to actually come into the pene from the sacks. Vieri shifted at the cold metal, and Federico kissed his back in apology. He would have warmed the ring in his hands, but apparently the wait had sharpened his usual waiting game instead of cooling him.
Now for the real treat.

“What is your safe word?”

“Aquila, my safe word is Aquila.” Vieri whispered. Nodding, Federico pulled the crop out of the bag. Now, here was where he worried about Vieri, and really got into the role of the Dominant one. After so many years of wishing for love and meeting only cold rebuff from his family, Vieri had come to desire any attention.

From then on in his life, pain brought him joy, the association burned into him with the aches and bruises and blood from battles won and last that brought him attention, both good and bad. But attention was love, and for Vieri, he couldn’t recognize a destructive relationship if it broke his arm.

Tracing the scar around his arm with the crop, Federico mused on how Vieri’s arm being broken was what brought them together, and how the healing didn’t take away his need for pain.

In fact, Vieri had tried to break up with him, claiming that Federico would never be able to satisfy him, or even understand him.

Thus, Federico entered the world of Dominance and submission for six months to learn about Vieri. He lucked out in meeting Machiavelli, a scholar who rationalized why people were like this, and wrote the book on Dominance and submission. Healthy and unhealthy habits, who was merely curious, people who were there to expose them to the Order of the Night, and whether or not a relationship was going to last. Meeting Machiavelli’s Dominant partner, and finding out Machiavelli was submissive shocked him out of his seat.

La Volpe had tormented him for getting in over his head, before Federico yelled that he was here for Vieri, to take care of him. He had declared this to Vieri, and now to two men he hadn’t known for longer than a week.
Both of them became very quiet, before Machiavelli fetched a book.

“You are really going to need some lessons to know what you’re actually getting into. After you pass your own submission test to understand Vieri’s position, we’ll move onto Vieri’s favorite past time- whipping. It’s very dangerous, and the high associated with it means that Vieri could be killed if his Dominant isn’t careful and watching out for him.” Machiavelli informed him.

“Read this first, and don’t come back until you have.”

Federico was back three days later, having memorized the book, to talk with Machiavelli. He had so many questions, and Machiavelli patiently walked him through them, taking him to see Doms and their subs perform.

Federico had felt in over his head, but he was certain, as clichéd as it was, that he loved Vieri. But he didn’t have to climb mountains and swim oceans to prove his love. Oh no.

He had to learn how to be a good Dominant and pass the tests of other Submissives before Machiavelli set up a meeting between him and Vieri.

Now here he was, the riding crop tracing along Vieri’s back, idly circling around. Vieri was limp on the table, his form open and inviting, and his breath measured and even.

Slap.

Ahhh, there it was. The burn that he craved, that he trusted, that he loved. Pain was an old friend. His Maestro hadn’t understood at first, but underwent research and meeting with other Dominants to discover how to best please his submissive. He had a caring, loving Maestro.

Slap. Vieri shivered, as Maestro told him to count.

Slap.

“Three, Maestro. Oh, thank you Maestro!”

Maestro stopped at twenty, setting the crop back in the case, before selecting a lubricant, and popping the cap opened with a snap! Vieri gasped around the tears, feeling the throb from his pene, but Maestro was just starting.

With a sigh, Maestro set the lubricant back down.

“I can’t believe I forgot…”

Then he reached around and pulled the skirt off Vieri. Vieri brought his legs together, allowing the material to be pooled on the floor. A knife slid up his shoulder and neck, removing the shirt pushed out of the way for the crop, leaving Vieri naked.

The knife was put back.

“No, Vieri, not tonight.” Maestro told him, picking up the lubricant again. He squirted some onto his hand, rubbing them together and warming it up, partially as an apology for the cold cock ring earlier.
Which was doing its job, given how much Vieri missed him. He dipped his fingers between Vieri’s spread legs, listening to the catch in his breath.

Oh, Vieri made him work for his moans, his sighs, his screams. Many people moan out their appreciation, but Vieri would rather be quiet, enjoying the feeling, his breath hitching and catching, making his lover pay close attention to him.

It was just how Vieri was. And Federico wouldn’t change him.
One finger worked in, and Vieri exhaled slowly, relaxing. Maestro was so slow, building the anticipation, taking such good care of him and yeah, now the finger was sliding in and out with no trouble which meant-

Vieri gave a slight hiss. A week of not having anything done there meant two fingers were a stretch. Maestro paused, before Vieri nodded, breathing deeply and relaxing.

Maestro began stretching again, keeping his fingers straight. Finding that bundle of nerves was something he dragged out, a reward at the end of patient stretching. Two minutes later, he added the third finger, feeling Vieri give him a short squeeze, before relaxing and going limp again. After adding his thumb, Maestro watched as Vieri arched off the table.

His neck was brought up short by the chain, his wrists pulled by the scarves. But his opening was burning, and oh, he liked that. Most people would have shrieked from pain, but Vieri writhed in pleasure, feeling Maestro pull his thumb apart from the fingers, before aligning them again.

“Ah….ah…hah.” Vieri gasped.

“Maestro, per favore, I’m ready.”

Maestro pulled out, and then slap! a stinging open handed blow was dealt to his butt.

“You are ready when I say you are, pet. Tsk, I leave for one week and already you have a setback in your lessons.” Maestro reached around, pulling out a paddle.

Now, Maestro loved spanking him with his hand, but the holes drilled in the wooden paddle allowed for better force.

“You will count these.” The cold voice told Vieri just how mad Maestro was. This wasn’t fun and games anymore. Stopping himself from swallowing, Vieri voiced,

“Si, Maestro.” But what had set Maestro off? Usually Maestro made love with him, and rarely was it a punishment. Wondering what he did wrong, Vieri braced himself against the table.

And waited.

There was no motion from behind him. Waiting for a punishment was worse than receiving it, in Vieri’s personal opinion. So of course he falls in love with the one person who draws things out, who loves to make it last, who loves this perpetual life of theirs, together, may it never end.
Oh, he was an idiota.

“I’m sorry, Maestro. Thank you for stretching me, for paying attention to me, for coming home and appreciating me. I’m happy that you’re home safely, and that you know me so well. Shall I count out the strikes?”
He could hear the smile in Maestro’s voice.

“Yes, five of them for forgetting to thank me and welcome me home. And then five for me, for not telling you ‘I love you’ more often.”
Vieri frowned.

“You were gone on a mis-“

Slap!

“One, Maestro! Grazie, Maestro!”

Slap!

"Two Maestro! Grazie, Maestro!”

Slap!

“Three Maestro! Grazie, Maestro!”

Slap!

“Four Maestro! Grazie, Maestro!”

Slap!

“Five Maestro, Grazie, Maestro!”

“And that will be five for me as well, understood, pet?”

“Si, Maestro!”

The cap of the lubricant was popped again.

Maestro stroked himself, smearing the lubricant from head to base, warming it up. He stood behind his pet, aligning himself, before he rolled his hips, rather than just shove forward. With each roll, he walked his hips closer, until he was standing flush behind his pet, laying down and enjoying the intimate warmth that his lover was.
Not to mention tight!

Even with the stretching, Vieri’s muscles actively spasmed once Federico was inside, clenching and releasing, most likely on purpose. Federico waited patiently while Vieri threw his mini celebration that Federico was back, and inside him, and all was right with the world.

Once Vieri stopped clenching around him, Federico began thrusting. Seeing that Vieri was relaxed, and melting onto the table, Federico changed the angles of his thrusts.

He aimed to miss the prostate twice and hit each third time, so as to not over stimulate his pet. Then again, his pet was sighing softly, a low moan of appreciation coming out for a sharp snap of hips while he was still seated inside, followed by a slow roll of the hips, before he pulled out and proceeded to hit the prostate upon re-entry.

Vieri gave a sharp gasp as Maestro moved faster, the strokes starting to hit more than miss, building up to the finish-

Vieri gave out a low cry of “Maestro!” as his release was stopped.
Of course, the cock ring.

Maestro came to a stop, shaking behind him, before he draped himself over his pet’s back. Sucking in breath, he struggled to hold on, Vieri cheating and clenching around him. Well, if all was fair in love and war, then Vieri could handle some shallow, slow thrusts.

Vieri gave a soft whimper as Federico pulled out, setting a new, slower pace. He could feel his orgasm recede just enough to be a threatening wall to come crashing down, but his release was not on board for this surge.

Federico counted to a hundred in his head, his hands coming down to slide an extra finger into Vieri’s hole, not far, but enough to pull at his opening and yes-

Vieri quivered and went limp. He was panting now, a few tears from how good it felt dripping down with the sweat.
Maestro removed the finger and began to pick up speed once he reached one hundred ten.

Again, he brought Vieri to the brink, and again, he backed off and slowed down.

With Vieri sobbing more than breathing, he reached around and removed the cock ring, driving in harder and feeling Vieri clench uncontrollably and release.

“Maestro Federico!”

Oh, he loved it when Vieri was so far gone he said his name. That, more than the clenching muscle around him, sent Federico over the edge.
Vieri, his pet, his lover, his and only his.
Once Federico pulled out, Vieri stretched again, before raising his head.

“Is there a reason you’re reciting part of our vows?”
Federico laughed.

“I’m so happy to be home.” He admitted, wrapping his arms around Vieri, before releasing him and hurrying to untie the restraints so that he could enjoy a proper hug.

Once Vieri had hugged Federico, even going so far to sit on the table so he could wrap his legs around him as well, he whispered,

“You don’t tell me you love me enough.”

Pulling back with a wicked grin, he motioned for Maestro Federico to lie down.

“Tell me how much you love me, Maestro.”

Slap!

"Wow! I love your laugh, your sense of humor…”

Slap!

“The way you hum with the radio songs when you’re cooking….”

Slap!

“I love the way when we argue, you don’t attack me, you go after the topic…”

Slap!

“I love the way you cuddle and how you wake up….”

Slap!

“And I love that you’re mine, forever and always.”

Federico straightened up, taking Vieri’s face in his hand, and kissing him soundly. Vieri tossed the paddle back into the case, before grabbing Federico’s face and kissing him back just as fiercely.

Vieri would kill anyone else who whispered to him,
“And I love how your tears mean that you love me too.”
~fin

This was amazingly written. I never cared for bdsm, but this was wonderful. I love all the details throughout the entire story. I like how you covered a lot for the background of their relationship as well. I especially liked how for every touch, you wrote Vieri reacting to it. Your writing flowed well and the sex scene was really nice. I'm impressed that it's your first. Hopefully, it's not your last. :D

Write! Anon here! Sorry, I fell off Dreamwidth for a while, and now I'm back.
Thank you! The details just came to me as I kept writing, because I know straight up sex gets boring. I came to understand that D/s is more than domination, it's about trust. So I wanted to show more of why these two would have a D/s relationship, built on loving and understanding each other.
But yes, this hopefully won't be my last sex scene (now that I'm back on Dreamwidth. I have some fills I'm coming back to.)

This is more than beautiful. It is so empathetic and well written that it makes clear the feelings and needs behind everything. This, my dear author anon, is a character study, a masterpiece; because it doesn't judges, but explains. It made me feel the love and understanding that Federico professed to Vieri. And it was still so hot!

More on the fangirl side, Fed/Vieri is my favorite pairing, only second to LaVolpe/Machiavelli, so this little piece of art pushed at all the right buttons for me. Thank you!

(Excuse my English, for it is not my first language)

Write!Anon here. Sorry to reply so late, but thank you for the kind review!
And yes, I wanted this to be a character study. I find straight up sex boring, even if it is kinky, and I want to know why they are having sex. Exploring their relationship was the foundation of this story, really. The kink was more of a filler- or a medium, to explain their relationship through.

And on the fangirl side, yay! ^.^ Another LaVolpe/Machiavelli fangirl. ^.^ And finding a plethora of Federico/Vieri is so hard, right? And you're welcome.

Your English is fine, thank you for telling me what you thought! ^.^

This is so amazing 0.0!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOTNESS EVERYWHERE!!!!

.........I shall be in my bunk now

Also, I read to the end but lj just being a total bitch and won't let me comment at the end but anyways...

So much hotness, thank you anon!!!!!!!!!!

writer!anon here! I'm glad you liked it. This pretty much wrote itself once I convinced Federico that if I gave him a backstory, he could do kinky things to Vieri (and he got off that rooftop fast enough). And thank you. First time writing sex, or kink, or anything of the kind (which is why it's more writing and explaining than just PWP) and I managed 'hotness everywhere'. (I need to stop before I get an inflated ego.) But I'm so happy that at least one person out there likes this! (is glowing and proud of self)

It was epic ;D

I hope you don't mind me putting one up too?? ^^;

all this sexiness has gotten my plot bunbuns on a roll XD

...Though it won't compete with that OTL.

The Federico/Vieri write!anon here. Absolutely go ahead and fill! Isn't that allowed on here? Two or more fills? (I was under the impression it was- oh.) Are you asking to put up another Federico/Vieri? Go right ahead! I eagerly await! (And I'm sure yours will be epic as well!)....right now, Federico is with Vieri up on the roof tops, and I'm waiting for something to happen (public sex hinthint).
....nope, just a date between the two of them.
And I think OP will like more than one fill (as I didn't hit all kinks).

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