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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 4
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.4
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Mentor 1/?
(Anonymous) 2012-09-20 05:14 pm (UTC)(link)----
They meet in city somewhere in Iowa, neither of them remember exactly where or when but it’s the beginning of their strange relationship.
Desmond is seventeen, edging on eighteen when he meets twenty-eight year old Nathan Drake and his partner Sullivan. They corner him in an alleyway in a rundown section of the city; the feel of the soften leather of Sullivan’s wallet is not one Desmond will forget (mostly because he owns that wallet now).
“Doesn’t this bring up memories, Sully?” Nathan joked and Sully replied quietly, too quietly for Desmond to hear. He should turn and run, run as fast as he could and as far as possible; he can’t get caught, not now. The Creed demands the blood of traitors and the Templars just demand his blood.
He remembers Nathan’s smooth smile.
“You got skills kid, but not the experience.” Sully groaned.
“Nate,” Sully reached out to grab Nathan but the younger man merely shook him away and gave Sully a look.
“Sully,” They had a silent conversation before Sully threw his hands in the air and turned around.
“Come on kid, we’ll teach you how to survive.” Nathan offered a hand and Desmond knew that was the time to leave. He didn’t know these people or were their loyalty laid. They could have been Templars or Assassins, maybe even serial killers.
“I don’t need your help to survive.” Desmond bit out, his hand fingering a pocket knife he kept in his hoodie.
“You sure about that?” Nathan tilted his head up; there was someone on the roof, hooded and possibly after him. Assassin or Templar, it didn’t matter. It won’t end well if he stayed and he refused to go back to the Farm.
“You don’t even know me,” Desmond pointed out, his grip on the knife handle tightening.
“We’ll get to that eventually.” Nathan took a few confident strides to the teen’s side and draped his arm around Desmond’s shoulders, ignoring the way the teen stiffened under his touch, and led him away from the alley and into a small crowd of commuters.
Anyone looking from the roofs would have seen them disappear.
(Sometimes, Desmond would think back to that day and wondered how things would have played out if he just stayed to his original target instead of picking Nathan for the extra twenty he needed to get a bus ticket.)
Re: Mentor 1/?
(Anonymous) 2012-09-20 10:15 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Mentor 1/?
(Anonymous) 2012-09-20 10:16 pm (UTC)(link)Not!OP absolutely loves this!
(Anonymous) 2012-09-21 03:32 am (UTC)(link)Poor, twitchy, homeless Des...Nate's gonna take care of you. I love Sully's exasperation with Nate, and then Nate taking Des under his wing (and obviously mocking Sully a bit there! :D)
You, writeanon, are now my hero forever and I'm gonna follow this fic extremely close now! *clings*
Re: Mentor 2/?
(Anonymous) 2012-09-22 12:58 am (UTC)(link)----
“You are one sick, twisted teacher,” Desmond hissed, he quickly ducked next to a wooden crate. The steel of the gun was quickly warming in his grip; he’s never actually used one before especially one another human being. Nathan flashed him a quick smile and darted away; Desmond cursed and followed closely behind. They stopped at a door way, Nathan signaling the teen to stop.
“At least I haven’t landed you in jail,” Nathan commented, he gave the hallway a quick glance before motioning for the teen to follow.
“You’re never going to let that go, are you?” Sully’s voice rang through their ear piece, Desmond barely restrained himself from jumping.
“I was fifteen,” Nathan hissed. They ducked behind a pillar when a guard walked by, a pistol in his hands and knife clearly tucked in its sheath at his side.
“One day, I will learn that story, but today is not that day.” Desmond grumbled. Nathan rolled his eyes before lashing out and knocking the guard out quickly. Desmond caught to guard and quietly lowered him to the ground.
“Let’s hope that day never comes, how much further Sully?” Nathan checked the man’s pockets. Desmond quickly pocketed the man’s wallet and handed the pistol to Nathan. Nathan emptied the gun and threw it across the room.
“Should be just down the hall. Hurry it up; they might start wondering why their patrols aren’t checking in.”
“Taking a nap isn’t a valid excuse is it?” Nathan grinned and motioned for the teen to follow him, they jogged down the hall without further interruptions
“It’s not really an excuse if some of them are never going to wake up, now is it?” Desmond muttered and ignored Sully’s laugh. Jesus, their sense of humor is morbid (then again, so is his). They stopped in front of a wooden door.
“You guys have company,” Sully’s voice echoed through their ears which were followed by the sound of footsteps.
“I got your back, come on” Nathan stepped behind Desmond and gripped his pistol tightly. Desmond tucked the gun away and quickly dropped to his knees and pulled out his lock picking kit. The sound of gunshots rang loudly but Desmond ignored them, instead he focused on the lock in front of him.
“I can’t keep them away forever kid.” Nathan fired three more rounds before reloading.
“Stop complaining old man. There! Come on!” The locked opened with a click; Desmond quickly twisted the knob and ran inside, Nathan followed closed behind and slammed the door after firing a few more shots.
“We don’t have much time, let’s just find it and get the hell out of here.” Nathan pushed a nearby cabinet in front of the door. The guards banged on the door forcefully but their shouting was drowned out by the wooden and steel barrier. Nathan took a look around the plain office, ignoring the fake painting that decorated the white-washed walls and the fake plant in the corner of the room. He instead focused on the desk and began rummaging through it. He checked behind the painting for a vault but apparently their victim was too cheap for that sort of security. Desmond began looking through some filing cabinet before letting out a cheer.
“Over here, this is it, right?” Desmond slammed a drawer from a cabinet shut while holding up an old golden locket on the other side of the room. The teen jogged to the elder’s side and handed the locket it over.
“Yes,” Nathan quickly snatched the locket and began examining it through a faint lamp light for another evaluation. There was a loud thud and the cabinet blocking the door rattled.
“Do they have a battering ram?” Desmond asked in amazement.
“Let’s hope not, come on, we have to get out.” Nathan tugged the boy by his arm towards the window.
“Out? How? The only exit is blocked by-No, no no no! We are four stories high, I am not jumping oooowwwaaaaah!”
Nathan shoved the teen out and followed after him, smiling the entire way.
Desmond swallowed some river water when his back hit the water and sunk, Nathan hit the water with his feet with practiced ease. Desmond resurfaced and sputtered after a minute, shivering violently and cursed Nathan; he hated swimming, especially in the winter.
“Y-you are a-a sick twisted teacher,” Desmond hissed.
“What does that make you for learning?” Nathan teased while swimming towards the bank of the river. Desmond followed the older man.
“A ma-masochist appe-apparently.”
Sully waited for them at the bank with two bags of fresh clothes. Nathan took on and quickly stripped before passing the other bag to the older teen. Desmond quickly took cover behind a dying tree and changed faster than he ever had before.
“Hey, that looks good on you.” Nathan commented. Desmond rolled his eyes and zipped up the white hoodie Sullivan gave him.
“So, do I pass?” He asked instead. Sully took a puff from his cigar.
“Looks like we don’t have to teach you the basics.”
“I told you,” Desmond shoved his bag of wet clothes at Nathan with enough force to send the older man into the river.
“You know, he reminds me of you.” Sully chuckled.
“I-I was never that bad!” Nathan sputtered and climbed out of the river again.
“There was a reason why you went to jail.”
“Yeah, ‘cause of you!”
Re: Mentor 2/?
(Anonymous) 2012-09-22 01:53 am (UTC)(link)