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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.4
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What a nice invention...wait...OH MY!
(Anonymous) 2012-06-25 04:46 am (UTC)(link)I shall go write!
Re: What a nice invention...wait...OH MY!
(Anonymous) 2012-06-25 06:05 am (UTC)(link)“Ezio! My friend, it is good to see you. I...trust you were not followed?” Leave it to the inventor to worry needlessly. The assassin smirked in return as he began to survey the room, litter with recent projects. Movement in the corner of the room alerted Ezio's attention.
Some newfangled mechanical device clicked it gears and hummed in the corner. It was unlike anything the master assassin had ever laid eyed on. Leonardo could always be counted upon to show him the unexpected. It sported plush hand, posed to clutch objects—knives?--swords?--Ezio could only imagine. The hand moved in a repeated motion—up and down. Marvelous.
“Amico, what sort of mechanism have you crafted now? Is it utilized for self defense? Can you stab enemies readily?” To Ezio's surprise, his friend lurked in the corner of the room, face red, eyes turned downward—a child caught misbehaving.
“Oh! oh...erm...yes!” The genius floundered with his words, “I had, uh, been considering the possibility of man made soldiers since..uhm...Cesare! Insisted upon the creation of more weapons. You see...the plan failed. Yet this attempt, a...stabbing device you call it, remains.” He smiled weakly. Concerned, Ezio rushed to his side.
“Leonardo,” he crooned, “ Are you alright? You are red, and oh. I must have upset you, forcing you to mention that figlio de puttna, Cesare.” Leonardo nodded, embarrassed by Ezio's concern, and the hands that lightly touched his sides. The master inventor felt too ashamed to admit the truth to his friend. He left the room briefly muttering aimlessly about being a “poor host” and fetching “some spirits.” The shy man needed a drink.
Upon his return he found Ezio staring at the machine, Leonardo prayed the other man would not realize. He did not. The friends sat and they drank, thankful for each others company after such a long time apart. Leonardo thought that all was well.
In the midst of a tale about his assassin recruits—it involved him catching them during unsavory alone time moments after missions. The evening took a hasty turn in an unexpected direction.
“Ha!” Ezio roared, drinking from wineglass number by-now-counting-would-seem-pointless, “I walked in the room, and caught him read handed. Peeping on the girls. Hand moving up and down on his--” All speech halted as Leonardo's best friend choked on his own words. To the inventor's crushing horror, Ezio stared at the device, still humming in the corner. He knew. Dio mio. He KNEW.
“E-ezio.” Blood rushed to Leonardo's pale face.
“I see now, amico mio,” Leonardo wanted to sink into the ground, “That device...you crafted it with rather, unique, functions in mind.” Leonardo could not escape his friend's golden stare, his revelation stilled the room and rose the hair upon the inventor's neck.
“I, Forgive me, mia carissima amica.” He turned to leave the room in shame, but he hesitated when he saw the white gleam of Ezio's charming smile.
“What is there to forgive? You are a man--as am I. I understand.” All shame flew from Leonardo's body, he grinned at his friend, thankful for the man sitting across from him. The smile faded when Ezio added to his kindness “However, I expect a detailed tale of what inspire you to make...” He gestured to the machine. Leonardo once again found himself crimson-faced.
Maybe it was the drink they had shared, but Leonardo would not have himself teased. He rose and approached the other man, courage rising in his belly. This man—whether he knew it or not, was the love of the inventor's life. And this situation pleaded on its knees for Leonardo to act on impulse. At Leonardo's moment of great shame Ezio acted graciously, but the tale he expected threw Leonardo over the edge. Oh, he would get his explanation.
“You really want to know more?” Leonardo leaned over Ezio. Responding in the way he felt most appropriate, the assassin purred an affirmative. Spurred on Leonardo found himself leaning further in, his knee sliding into his friend's lap.
“If you find your self so bound by curiosity, amico,” Leonardo cupped Ezio's still grinning face, “Why don't you just try out my invenzione?”
>.< MY apologies, I went with the flow, I have never filled before and I hppen to be a big Ezio/Leo fan. Hope you like it. I will continue if this is liked.
What a nice invention...wait...OH MY! FILL Part 2
(Anonymous) 2012-06-25 07:21 am (UTC)(link)“Leon-leonadro!”
Leonardo allowed the device to quicken its pace. He greedily watched Ezio clutch him, close to release. The inventor gave the assassin's lower half one, final squeeze and relished in look on Ezio's face as he, shuddered, came, and groaned. Leonardo wished he had time to fetch a sketchbook and capture the image of his friend, splattered in his own cum, on page. Ezio had closed his eyes, resting after the ordeal. The artist gently prodded the substance on his friends abdomen smirking. This had become the best of evenings. Moving to free Ezio from the device, he hear his friend murmur his name.
“Leonardo...grazie, il mio carissima...” The inventor blushed. Had Ezio just revealed a hint of the feelings Leonardo had always hoped to receive? Oh dear, this was so very bad, but, also incredibly good.
“Ezio, get up, you should clean yourself up. Stay here tonight, va bene?” pausing to gather his courage, “Stay with me, il mio amore.”
“Mmmm, of course, Leonardo.”
Before sleep that night, Ezio planted a heart melting, yet chaste kiss upon Leonardo's lips.
“Buonanotte, il mio inventore.”
I couldn't resist finishing... >.
What a nice invention...wait...OH MY! Part 2
(Anonymous) 2012-06-25 08:35 pm (UTC)(link)Leonardo had stripped Ezio with enthusiasm, planted him in a new seat and guided him with the workings of the invention. The inventor could never have imagined his luck. Ezio, in his home, naked, and making the most delicious of sounds. Because of him.
“Dio mio Leonardo, this is an entirely new sensation for me.” This brought a gleeful smile to Leonardo's lips, he wanted to add to his friend's pleasure.
For a little longer, Leonardo watched Ezio pant and squirm. The fabricated hand continued to stroke—up, down, up, down. If the assassin showed any sign of climax he slowed the rhythm of his machine. Delicious.
“Leonardo! Bastardo! Do not toy with me!”
“My apologies mi amico, but the festivities have only just begun.”
Approaching his dearest friend once again, Leonardo began to stroke all the right places. Playfully trailing his fingers down the body of the other rewarded Leonardo with a gasp from Ezio. Unable to resist, Leonardo, untied Ezio's hair and tugged the other into the kiss he had craved for so long. Tongues curled, saliva trailed from lips. The inventor shuddered with longing; he had guessed Ezio would have skill, of course, but this was better than his imagination could have provided. He could have touched those scarred lips for an eternity and felt himself sinking to his knees beside the chair. Ezio nipped Leonardo's chin; the inventor moaned.
“Leonardo, more...” Ezio's dick had hardened further, screaming for further attention in swollen anger. The machine provided ecstasy and torture when controlled by Leonardo. Succumbing to the assassin's pleas, Leonardo allowed his wandering hands to toy with Ezio's scrotum. Rubbing his balls with the occasional, light squeeze. Ezio had become more urgent in his actions, hips moving with the machine, tongue slipping from Leonardo's mouth, panting.
“Leon-leonadro!”
Leonardo allowed the device to quicken its pace. He greedily watched Ezio clutch him, close to release. The inventor gave the assassin's lower half one, final squeeze and relished in look on Ezio's face as he, shuddered, came, and groaned. Leonardo wished he had time to fetch a sketchbook and capture the image of his friend, splattered in his own cum, on page. Ezio had closed his eyes, resting after the ordeal. The artist gently prodded the substance on his friends abdomen smirking. This had become the best of evenings. Moving to free Ezio from the device, he hear his friend murmur his name.
“Leonardo...grazie, il mio carissima...” The inventor blushed. Had Ezio just revealed a hint of the feelings Leonardo had always hoped to receive? Oh dear, this was so very bad, but, also incredibly good.
“Ezio, get up, you should clean yourself up. Stay here tonight, va bene?” pausing to gather his courage, “Stay with me, il mio amore.”
“Mmmm, of course, Leonardo.”
Before sleep that night, Ezio planted a heart melting, yet chaste kiss upon Leonardo's lips.
“Buonanotte, il mio inventore.”