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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.4
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author anon
(Anonymous) 2012-03-01 02:07 am (UTC)(link)Expect something later tonight/tomorrow morning, k?
FILLED - of Dragons and Idiots and Love
(Anonymous) 2012-03-01 02:51 am (UTC)(link)/
Of Dragons, Idiots, Love, and a Fair Amount of Magical Cooking
/
Malik was a force of nature. He was immovable. He was infallible. He was-
“Malik.”
He was-
“Malik.”
He was-
“Malik, pleeeease.”
Malik was a man harassed. And he was about to shank a bitch. And then
stuff a few of the ravioli cooking in the kitchen into said bitch’s
mouth. Wait for a moment, for their eyes to blink blearily open, the
taste of heaven still on their lips.
And then he would shank them again.
This happened at every meal. Since he and Altair had moved in
together, without fail, every meal their home would be assaulted by a
crowd of begging, moaning masses, bemoaning the latest stubbed toe or
evisceration or sore throat or what-have-you. The general villagers
had learned, very quickly, to avoid their primal urges and steer clear
of the house and the angry one armed man that guarded it with a stern
expression (and wickedly sharp sword).
They were educated, either directly or by example, that Malik was a
dragon. And that none would pass into the kitchen. None.
Ever.
The villagers were smart.
But then there were the idiots. The ones that just –wouldn’t –learn,
despite how often Malik threatened to run them through or separate
their legs or –ahem – other appendages, from their bodies. And so
every meal they came, following their noses and begging likes the
idiots they were.
“Malik, please let us in. we just want a bite, please,” said the
blond, his dark haired companion latched onto his arm and nodding in
agreement. The others were massed behind him. “Ezio tripped on a roof
today and Desmond has a sore neck.”
There was a general murmur of assent from the small crowd, and Malik felt
his eye twitch. “No.”
“Brother, please,” Kadar – his own flesh and blood, can you imagine? –
said. “I’ve been run through with steel. I’ve been to all the doctors,
and they agree that this is the only thing that can save me. You know
that I would not ask otherwise.”
Malik pursed his lips, and tightened his jaw. “No.”
And then Malik heard a slight chuckle from the house behind him. “That
sounds serious. Can we not allow them to dine with us, Malik?” Altair
said, coming up from behind, smelling like spice, and winding his arms around his waist, nuzzling into Malik’s neck. Malik trembled, and Altair’s breath ghosted across his cheek. “Just for tonight.”
That night, Ezio’s bruised ribs were healed, as was Desmond’s sore
neck, Kadar’s impalement, Shaun’s snark, Leonardo’s sprained wrist,
and, well, Rauf was just there for the food. The lights stayed on
until midnight at least.
But by then, Altair and Malik had long since disappeared.
Malik was a dragon.
He was also a man in love.
Re: FILLED - of Dragons and Idiots and Love
(Anonymous) 2012-03-01 02:57 am (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2012-03-01 03:55 am (UTC)(link)/Is so happy
Re: FILLED - of Dragons and Idiots and Love
*squishes Malik*
*squishes Altair*
*squishes you*