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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.4
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To Borrow with No Intention of Returning 6
(Anonymous) 2012-03-05 03:54 am (UTC)(link)“Yer a natural if I eve’ did see one.”
Before he knew it, he was the owner of the gun—and another thousand dollars in debt. The man was grinning like a shit as he paid with a credit card and said farewell, his new toy under his arm. He could feel his stomach doing knots as he drove home—only to find another car in the driveway. He frowned when he saw a man holding a basket.
“Clay?”
The man jumped out of his skin, clutching the basket close and looking at him, wide-eyed. “D-Desmond?”
“Chill, dude. How long have you been waiting?”
“L-long enou-ough.”
He frowned, unlocking the door and letting Clay in. The man immediately walked to the center of the room and pulled the cover off the blanket, and Desmond looked to see a lot of the little people huddled in the basket with their possessions.
“H-here. You’re s-safe.”
Desmond walked into his bedroom. “Ezio, you’ve got company!”
When he heard Clay walk in, he turned. Clay looked worse than he though. His skin was pale and his eyes had bags. The man shook and looked positively haunted. Desmond frowned and walked over.
“Clay, what happened?”
The man looked at him, spooked, and he led the poor guy to the bed and sat him down as he pulled his new toy form his arm and set about opening the case from the packaging the man wrapped it in.
“P-poison, Des-smond. Sh-she’s been p-poisoning me.”
“Lucy?”
He looked up, surprised. Clay was nodding rapidly.
“Why?”
“Sh-she w-wants my ffort-tune and-d kn-knew I was-was protect-cting them. The B-Borrowers.”
“So?”
“She w-wants t-to let-let her b-boss st-study th-them. B-bonus a-a-and pr-promotion.”
“So she’s been poisoning you to kill you slowly? How did you find out?”
“Them-m.”
“Why?”
“S-so sh-she c-could call the ex-ex-exterminators. I would-wouldn’t let them in.”
“And so now…”
“G-god, sh-she’s good. S-so fuck-cking p-paranoid. I-it’s all th-the p-poison, I-I hope.”
Desmond nodded once, pursing his lips. “Right. Can you shoot?”
A grin split Clay’s lips, and Desmond took it as an affirmative as he put the gun in his closet.
“‘Cause I’m going to bed. I have to work nightshift at the bar. You’ll be in charge while I’m gone.”
“We can take care of this house as well,” he heard from the bedside, and looked to see Ezio, Altair, and two others standing there. “This is also our home.”
Desmond nodded, yawning. “Good. ‘Cause I’m crashing. I don’t know what you’re doing, Clay, but I’m off to bed.”
Clay nodded rapidly. “W-work.”
“And Clay…”
The man looked at him, and he grinned sheepishly. “Since you’re staying here, do you think I could mooch a few dollars for some new clothes?”
Clay blinked rapidly for a few seconds, then grinned. “Y-you c-can take w-whatever you n-need.”
Desmond nodded, grinning back before stripping from his clothes and putting them in the hamper. “Good, ‘cause I don’t have many clothes thanks to the not-magical-rats-but-still-thieves.”
“H-how ab-bout I p-pay off your-r debt in-instead?”
Desmond blinked as he settled under the quilt, then shook his head. “I couldn’t expect you to do that. You still have your house to pay.”
That grin on his cousin’s lips grew wider, and he raised an eyebrow. “Al-already s-sold.”
Desmond grinned in response. “Then yeah, by all means, if you could pay off the debt, that’d be great.”
They laughed as Clay left for work. Desmond closed his eyes, not meaning to ignore the four little men, but so utterly beyond his limits he couldn’t help but crash hard. He slept like the dead until he heard the sound of footsteps, and he grunted as he stirred. He opened one eye as Clay came in with a box of things.
“S-sorry. Gotta m-move in.”
“No problem,” Desmond murmured with a yawn, stretching before checking the clock.
He supposed he could deal with this: Clay came home a little later than he was supposed to wake up, and Desmond guessed he had slept through his alarm. He watched the man pad about, putting things away from the box, and when he saw the man open his wardrobe, he chuckled at the double-take.
“You-you d-don’t have anything el-lse?”
“Nope. Those stupid ‘not-rats’ took it all and cut it into shreds.”
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Because it needed plot. And forgive my juvenile humor about bras. I couldn't help it. And be patient with me, Clay, and Adha. Any criticism/advice is appreciated.
Re: To Borrow with No Intention of Returning 6
(Anonymous) 2012-03-05 05:53 am (UTC)(link)I was thinking of the weapons dealer in Resident Evil 4 when Des was buying a gun. XD