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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4

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It was snowing. It was beautiful at first, downright magical. Desmond had been singing carols in the Animus. Rebecca had mulled some wine. Yes, it was pretty damned festive right up until the power cut out. Lucy found herself with three bright sparks bored and frightened, so like any good leader, she found them a distraction.

"You want to play strip monopoly?" Rebecca echoed Lucy's incredulous demand while Shaun merely blinked and nodded.

Perhaps, Lucy reflected, she should have gone for a different game. Scrabble, perhaps.

"Strip scrabble's easier," Shaun was saying, huddling closer to the wood burning brazier. "But we only have a monopoly board so . . ."

"You sound like you've done this before." Desmond shot Shaun a sideways glance, it was almost appraising.

Shaun lifted his head. "I'm a connoisseur of board games," he said airily. "I know of only one way to make a game of Monopoly interesting."

Rebecca rubbed her hands together and took a seat by the upturned crate they were using as a table. She poured herself a coffee and cupped her hands around it. "How do you play?"

"Rebecca!" Lucy squeaked, in spite of herself.

"I'm curious," her spiky haired friend said with a one shouldered shrug. "I mean, it's going to be at least another day before the power comes on. At least it's warm in here with the stove going, why don't we have a game?"

Desmond was smirking now. "You want to defile my ancestor's crypt with a game of strip monopoly?"

Rebecca grinned. "I, for one, think Ezio would love this idea."

And that was what decided it, really.

I adore Rebecca's logic.

Desmond unfolded the familiar square of greenish cardboard onto the crate and kicked a cushion towards it, sitting down as he began sorting chance cards from chest cards. The edges of the cards were soft with damp, a few pewter tokens were missing and the property cards were sticky. Just like any good Monopoly set should be, Desmond reckoned.

Lucy was perching on the edge of her chair, watching Rebecca deal out the money with suspicion in her eyes. "So how does this work?"

"Every hundred dollars is an item of clothing," Shaun said, selecting the top hat. "Every hundred dollars you pay, you lose an item. However, every time you pass go, you lose an item of clothing. You can choose to keep your clothes, for the cost of two hundred dollars."

"Harsh." Rebecca studied the playing pieces with her lips pursed and her nose wrinkled. Desmond had to smile. She reached out for the shoe and placed it beside Shaun's top hat. Desmond gestured for Lucy to choose her piece.

Shaun continued. "You can buy back your clothes at the start of every turn. But you must do it at the start, before you land on a property. All other rules are the same."

"Does landing on free parking get you the community chest money?" Rebecca asked, while Lucy plumped for the iron, leaving Desmond with the dog.

"Ooh, an English variant," Shaun said, "Sure, why not. Lastly, all items you're wearing count as one piece of clothing, so a pair of socks is worth two hundred dollars, got it?"

"And are gentlemen's agreements allowed?" Lucy asked, twisting her fingers together. "Like I'll let you go free if you let me go free?"

"If accepted by both parties," Shaun confirmed.

"Alright." Lucy snatched up the die with authority of a leader. "Let's go."

OMG, I love the matter-of-fact tone of this part. Laying out the rules, Community Chest money, 'Gentleman's Agreements'. I am so stoked to see more! You are a brilliant, wonderful Write!Anon. I have no firstborns to give, but how about love?

Oh man, IT'S ON, GUYS.

Keep it up writeanon! *mashes F5*

So many lulz to be had... Can't wait for more. :3

If she was completely honest, Rebecca had a slight ulterior motive. A small one. A tiny little one. An almost insignificant little variable that lurked in the back of her mind. They had played Monopoly three times and three times there had been a different winner, but there had always been one clear loser.

She eyed their swarthy assassin as he chewed his bottom lip. Desmond was surveying his cards, calculating four times three with infuriating slowness. "You owe me twelve dollars," he announced at last, although the money was already in Shaun's hand.

Lucy cackled and tapped the end of her pencil against her notepad, "which means you have now paid out two hundred dollars," she announced, "lose something."

Rebecca eagerly chimed in, clapping her ungloved hands while Shaun removed his grey jumper and dropped it on the pile by the brazier. "You know, Luce, you're going to have to leave jail this round," he announced.

"I know," Lucy said, cheerfully enough for someone in her bare feet. "Desmond?"

Desmond had already picked up the dice. He was in his tank and jeans, but had kept his socks in a decision Rebecca suspected was strategically designed to show off his biceps in attempt to disorientate them. She was wise to his schemes. And she laughed when he landed on Fleet Street. "Hello, Desmond, darling," she purred. "I hate to tell you, but that's ninety dollars."

"Which sends you way over your next hundred!" Lucy cawed, scribbling a note on her score card. "Take it off," she hollered, whooping and waving her hands.

"Ah, shit," Desmond said, releasing a sock and surveying the rest of the Street of Doom, as he had named it, with sad face.

"And with that," Rebecca said, "I want to buy my top back."

And she might have been a little bit irritated when she saw that no one particularly cared.

I want the next part so bad, I'm salivating. Please don't leave me in suspense, writeanon!

When Shaun was face with choosing between his trousers or his shirt - he chose his trousers, preferring to sit in his boxers rather than expose his chest.

Desmond had no such compunctions. In fact, before Lucy had blundered into The Angel Islington on her last round, Desmond have been sitting butt naked. The discerning viewer might have noticed tiny, pale goosebumps rising on his arm, or in the curve of his back. Shaun was nothing if not discerning. When Desmond had bought back his hoodie, Shaun had almost choked, while the girls had no problems taking an eyeful as the young man rose to his feet, grabbed the white hoodie, and shrugged it back on, zipping it up to his naval before taking his seat.

There had been a wicked grin on Desmond's face.

"I shouldn't have bought back my t-shirt," Lucy said mournfully, gazing at the long strip of Shaun-owned hotels ahead of her.

"You should have taken my out-of-jail free card," Rebecca chastised her. Rebecca was sitting in her pants, arms folded tight over her small breasts. Shaun shook his head. "That was a bum deal, Rebecca," and he scowled when the other three snickered.

Desmond reached for the dice, giving Shaun a good look at the long, slender penis that was now firmly ingrained in Shaun's memory. He wasn't by any means a size queen, but there was something indescribably indecent about the proportions of Desmond. Shaun concentrated hard on his property cards.

"I'm going to build," Desmond announced. "Three houses for my blues, please." And he rolled, skipping forwards to 'Go Direct To Jail'. "Do not pass go," he muttered to himself.

"Best place to be," Rebecca muttered, eyeing the go square with distrust.

Lucy took up the dice while Shaun took Desmond's money, and promptly bankrupt herself on Vine Street. She sighed, passing her money to Shaun and snatching up her clothing from the pile beside her, managing to somehow pull her bra and pants on in one motion. She then wrapped herself in her jacket and turned back to all of them with a haughty expression. "Well I'm going to bed. Don't stay up too late, you never know when the power comes back on."

"Don't sulk!" Rebecca called after her, taking her shot all the same. She grimaced when she saw where she had landed. "Oh balls. Take my pants, Shaun, take them already!"

"I don't want them!" Shaun exclaimed and he caught Desmond watching him with dark eyes.

Ever since the assassin had pinned him to the snow and given him a kiss, he had barely been alone with the man. Shaun wasn't sure of he wanted that or not.

"Well you're getting them." Rebecca flung the little pair of green cotton pants at Shaun's head and laughed when he ducked. She mortgaged her last property to pay and clung to her remaining five dollars with ill-advised hope.

Shaun grinned and picked a community chest card as his token advanced. "It's my birthday" He enthused. "Gimme a tenner."

"What?" Rebecca lunged for the card, shivering as she exposed her naked body to the air, and she swore when she saw he was speaking the truth. "Fine," she muttered. "I'm going to check on Luce."

Shaun felt a dry lump in his throat and glanced at Desmond, who was twirling his pewter charm in jail square. "Are you going to come visit me?" he asked, his voice dripping with . . .

Shaun cleared his throat. "I'm a little tired, shall we continue tomorrow?" he asked.

Desmond flattened his hand on the board. "No. I want to play."

I love you, anon. XDD

Desmond's butt was freezing sitting on understuffed cushion on the villa's marble floors. He had a cramp in his left calf and he was fairly sure he had lost all sensation in his right arm since the pins and needles had left, but it was all worth it to maintain a nonchalant attitude while mostly naked and under Shaun's scrutinising gaze.

"You sure you want to keep playing?" Shaun asked, his gaze dropping to the board and then rising to Desmond once more. "I will, literally, be taking the hoodie from your back."

Desmond shrugged - thus proving he could still feel his right arm as pins and needles radiated up the flesh - and flicked a dice towards Shaun. "I've got three rounds in jail," he said, keeping his voice pitched low.

Shaun's Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed and he snatched up the dice, throwing it into the centre of the board with some violence.

Desmond watched Shaun move around the board, paying out some money to council tax and spending an inordinate amount of time sorting his paper cash. Desmond could feel a flutter low in his gut, watching the stubbled cheek tense and twitch. He unzipped his hoodie slowly and tossed it towards Shaun's slack jawed face. "I'm buying my freedom," he announced, sitting butt naked on the floor of the villa, in the middle of a storm.

Shaun stuttered for a moment.

Desmond rose to his feet and stretched, standing on the balls of his feet and arching his back, clenching his fists and raising his arms far above his head, yawning.

"Desmond," Shaun squeaked.

"What?" He planted his hands on his hips and stared the blushing man down. "This was your suggestion."

"I suggested we stop playing," Shaun mumbled, squaring off the pile of community chest cards.

"So am I," Desmond said in a level voice. Shaun's head snapped around with an almost audible crack. Desmond extended his hand and curled his fingers in a beckoning motion. "Shall we . . . stop playing?" he asked, his calm voice almost breaking. He hoped he could blame that on the cold.

Shaun's hand closed around his and suddenly the man's eyes widened behind frameless spectacles. "Desmond, you're freezing," he said suddenly, snatching up the hoodie and flinging it around Desmond's shoulders.

"Hey," Desmond's protest was cut off short when Shaun wrapped his arms around Desmond's torso, rubbing the skin. He leaned down and pressed another kiss into Shaun's lips. This time, it was stronger, more insistent than the kiss he'd risked out in the snow.

"Hmm," Shaun said as they parted. "That was -" There was a click and a soft hum before the lights flickered on, revealing a distinct blueness to Desmond's toes and the goosebumps on both their skin.

"Shaun! Desmond!" Rebecca hollered, running down the stairs. "Power's back!"

Shaun leapt back as if electrified and shoved his glasses up the bridge of his nose. "Yes, thank you, Rebecca," he drawled, "I think we were aware of it."

"Come on, Lucy's making hot chocolate," Rebecca said. "Get dressed." As she hurried back up the stairs, Shaun turned back to Desmond, clearing his throat and rubbing his hand through his hair.

Desmond stooped to pick up his jeans, unable to help the sinking feeling in his stomach. He pulled his clothes back on, trying to not to look at his would-be partner.

"Go direct to jail, do not pass go," he heard Shaun whisper as he passed.

Desmond almost thought he sounded . . . remorseful.

Oh no! Oh no! How unfair! XD Man, it was SO close! *sad* And Desmond tried so hard, too. Poor guy. D: Whyyyy did the power have to come back on? Damnit! XD

Beautifully done fill. Loved it.

Desmond DENIED! Win, write anon, a goofy, awesome, win.

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