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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

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Awww...poor Connor. Gotta say though, TOTALLY looking forward to the angsty porn-fest. Yum, yum.

And lol at Charles assuming that Connor was trying to seduce the maid. He's clearly let his lust for Connor go to his brain and has quite forgotten the innocent (in marital affairs anyways) boy he deflowered only a little while back. :)

Nice 'Gone with the Wind' imagery here too, with Connor thrown over Charles's shoulder.

Fill is just a one-shot (the real story begins with Haytham Lee), but yes, Connor slowly wins himself more and more freedoms. Not quickly, not well sometimes either, but he does learn the art of using compromise and giving to get what he desires more in return.

...also, this negotiation only worked here 'cause Charles doesn't really want to break his word to his wife. By finding a way to make the results to Charles, Connor has forwarded his own cause (not having his people's land stolen, which Charles was expecting) and also finagled his ability to see his childhood friends and tribe (which totally slipped past Charles, lol!).

Something potent in them for sure...

Kadar didn't die. He was brought back to Templar's HQs and treated back to life because De Sable really was only after Altaïr and Al Mualim and thus wasn't really interested in harming innocents.

Gen, slash, porny or fluffy, idc. Take it from there!

By the Virgin Mary.

KIND TEMPLARS? NICE TEMPLARS?
YOU HAVE MY HEART OP.

AND I WILL GET STARTED ON THIS IMMEDIATELY.

Ahh, well I'm glad Charles is going to keep his word and has some sense of honor. I wonder how the reunion between Connor and the friends and family at the village go, I'm sure Kanen'tó:kon is quite confused that his best friend ended up marrying the man he wanted to kill since he was four.

Lol, well, hopefully, I'll reveal that in bits and fragments in Haytham Lee's story. He's just a child, so his observations are...interesting, to say the least, but he'll gain more insight and understanding as he ages.

Looking forward to the marathon angsty porn myself! :D

Thank you all so much for the support! These reviews are so wonderful and makes me want to keep on writing this asdfghjkl; Really, thank you so much!

Warning for dubcon in this chapter. When I said I sucked at porn? I wasn’t kidding, thus why this part took me so long to get done, I’m so sorry.

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Nothing.

An entire minute and no one came to the door. He rang the doorbell again and put his backpack on the ground, tired of carrying it around. No sound of footsteps. Just nothing at all. That’s when the severity of the situation came crashing down to Malik. He woke up in the middle of the night, grabbed the first plane to an unknown country and was currently at the doorstep of a crazy man. What if he was psychopath? What if Altaïr wanted to knock him out and sell his organs in the black market?

Granted Ezio knew and trusted him, but what did that mean to him? Just because he trusted Ezio didn’t mean he would trust each and every little thing related to the man.

Fear overwhelmed him. He could board a plane back in the morning, but why was he here to begin with? How could he have been so careless? And when Kadar wake up and see his message, just to see him back at home in a few more hours, he would never hear the end of it.

No, this had been a terrible idea.

Just as he turned to walk away he heard some noise from inside. Hurried footsteps.

There was no time to think. In a second the door opened and a hand pulled him inside. The door closed and he was shoved against it, hard.

“What the--”

He was interrupted when lips collided against his. His eyes widened in shock and Malik could only vaguely notice the contour of Altaïr’s hoodie in the dark room. Despite the unexpected turn of events, he managed to push him with one hand. Altaïr’s lips left him for a second but in the next instant they were kissing him again and Malik could only gasp in his mouth. Altaïr’s tongue played with his, making a shiver run up his spine. His teeth bit, nipped and played with his bottom lip and Malik was still unsure if he should push him away again with more force or reciprocate because damn, it felt good.

The weird part was how natural it felt, as if it wasn’t the first time.

While he was still thinking about what to do, Altaïr moved to his neck, quickly pulling his jacket and shirt out of the way so he could have more space to lick and kiss and bite.

“Wait.” He could barely recognize his voice, hoarse and lacking confidence. Altaïr ignored him and continued sucking on that spot that made his head fall against the door. “I said wait, dammit!”

He tried pushing once more, but he lacked strength and was ignored again. Instead his hands clutched Altaïr’s shirt so tight he refused to let go. Altaïr’s own hands wandered down his sides and went back up under his shirt, lifting them in the process. The feeling of those cold fingers trailing his sides made him bite his lower lip and his breathing started to accelerate fast. Somewhere in the back of his mind something screamed danger, but he didn’t want to stop it either. While still deciding on what to do, one of Altaïr’s hands promptly slid inside his jeans and caressed him.

Whatever doubt he had then disappeared. In one swift move, he shoved Altaïr hard and turned to open the door before Altaïr was back on his feet and holding his wrist against the wall. In a second his tongue was back on Malik’s neck and his free hand down his pants, touching him again.

Malik brought his free hand to Altaïr’s hoodie, pulling it down, then rested it on the base of his neck, half scratching, half caressing. He wasn’t sure what he wanted anymore.

This man was a handsome man, known and trusted by Ezio, who just paid a ticket for him and was doing wonderful things to him. But on the other hand, he was a stranger who was, willingly or not, giving him headaches, stalked him around and was part of some super secret (probably illegal) organization.

And here he was, masturbating Malik like it was the most natural thing to do.

In a sense, it was. He couldn’t deny the fact that Altaïr’s hands on him, his mouth on his neck wasn’t an odd sensation. It felt familiar. It didn’t feel wrong and the sheer realization of it made him lose control.

Next thing he knew, his jeans were unbuttoned, Altaïr was on his knees and swiftly pulling his boxers down to grip his cock. Altaïr stroked him a few times before engulfing him with his mouth entirely. There was no time to react so he let out a loud moan and quickly brought one hand to his mouth. He was glad he could use the wall as support or he would have fallen by now.

Altaïr didn’t really waste much time and moved back and forth, making sure to give the head a proper lick every time he moved back. His hands pushed Malik’s hips against the wall, probably making sure he wouldn’t try to run again, not that he was thinking about it anymore.

Any coherent thoughts Malik still had were gone the moment Altaïr’s mouth left him to stroke it up and down some more. The bastard knew what he was doing to him because he looked up, stared right into his eyes and licked his lips before returning to lick his shaft. This time his hand held the base tightly.

Malik hunched forward, still trying to contain weird sounds from leaving his mouth. With his free hand he fumbled around for support, gripping Altaïr’s shoulder tightly. The man looked up at him in annoyance, glancing towards his hand, but he didn’t care. He had a man between his legs giving him a blowjob, he couldn’t care less if he was hurting Altaïr.

In response Altaïr moved faster, licked more, scraped his teeth against the head. With a muffled moan, Malik came hard. He trembled and shivered as Altaïr continued sucking him dry and the sight alone was enough to make his face feel as if it was on fire. Incoherent sounds left his mouth as he slid down the wall until he sat on the floor, panting, face to face with Altaïr.

His head fell against the wall and he chanced a glance at Altaïr. He almost smirked when he noticed Altaïr was also catching up his breath, though not as hard as Malik himself was. A look down and he knew why: he was cupping his bulge, trying to hide it from view. He blushed when he realised Altaïr had just pleasured him but was left hanging. What was he supposed to do? Masturbate him? Return the favor with his mouth? He had never even kissed a man before. It was different from pleasuring a woman. He didn’t even know where to start.

A million questions ran through his mind. Altaïr’s gaze met his and they spent a moment in silent, trapped in each other’s stare. Time seemed to have stopped. Was Altaïr waiting for him to do something? To touch him? To retribute the favor?

In a moment of bravery, Malik slowly lifted his hand and touched Altaïr’s right arm. He caressed his way up through his shoulder until he reached his neck and slid his fingers under his shirt. Something in Altaïr’s gaze flickered but he wasn’t sure if...

Suddenly the lights turned on.

“Who the fuck is at the door at this t-- What the hell?”

Malik instantly covered his eyes from the sudden inconvenience. After blinking a few times, he noticed a man behind Altaïr turning around, his back facing them now.

“Seriously? You could’ve said something if you were bringing someone home, Jesus.”

Altaïr didn’t even turn around to look at the man in the corridor. He simply shrugged, as if the other man could see it. But when he heard footsteps leaving, Altaïr turned to look at him.

“Wait, Desmond. We need to talk.”

The man - Desmond - turned around again, but avoided looking anywhere near where he was plastered against the floor. He couldn’t stop staring at him - so similar to Altaïr. The same bronzed skin, even the same scar on the same place! The biggest difference was his hair, which was a bit shorter than Altaïr’s and darker too, pitch black.

“Now? Man, it’s five in the morning. And you’re, huh... busy, I think.”

Altaïr sighed and turned back to Malik, looking him up and down.

“Give me a minute.”

Desmond mumbled something under his breath as he left, but he didn’t quite catch it. Instead, when Altaïr looked at him again, Malik simply pointed to a place on his own face next to his mouth. Altaïr caught on and mimicked his gesture, wiping clean a spot that had been dirty with his... he didn’t want to think about it. Instead, he reached down and zipped up his jeans again.

In an instant, Altaïr was on his feet and pulling him up. He guided Malik through the corridor and opened the second door to the left. They entered and he couldn’t help but notice how simple and small the room really was. Just a single bed, a nightstand (a single table lamp on top) and a small wardrobe, which Altaïr was fumbling with now. Something was thrown in his direction and he caught it in midair. It was a white towel.

“You can take a shower if you want. Or go to sleep.” He pointed at the bed. “I’ll wake you up in the morning so we can talk.”

Before he was out the door, however, Malik took a step closer in his direction and Altaïr stopped.

“My backpack. I left it outside.”

Altaïr nodded and was gone. Malik still couldn’t understand how this guy managed to slip away so furtively every time. Sighing, he headed for the bed and put the towel on top of the nightstand. Tucking himself under the covers, he turned off the lights and drifted to sleep.

He didn’t have a single dream that night, or at least, none that he could remember, even though the dreamcatcher Kadar gave him was deep inside the backpack, outside the apartment.

Still, It was more than enough. For the first time in weeks he managed to actually rest.

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Despite Altaïr’s promise to wake him up in the morning it was the daylight that got to him first. He didn’t even notice the blackout curtains before, but as he forced himself to open an eye, he could see that it had been tied to the side and the sun was strong enough on his face to make him wake up.

Without hesitation he got out of bed and stretched. Checking his phone confirmed it was still 9 in the morning and he should probably be going back to sleep some more since he only got a few hours, but decided against it. Sleep seemed to have left him already.

Tentatively he opened the door to the corridor, poking his head out. There were voices coming from the living room, more than just Altaïr’s. Probably the man from yesterday (Desmond, was it?). A feminine voice was heard and he got curious enough to go check it out.

Walking a few steps in the room’s direction, he was almost thankful that no one had paid him much attention once he got in. On the couch sat a woman with a tablet on her hands. On the ground, using the coffee table to work on a laptop, was Altaïr (with his hood up but no surprises there), who glanced his way before turning his attention back to the screen. On the far side was Desmond throwing clothes inside a big luggage.

“Hey, morning!” It was Desmond who turned his way and waved his hand briefly.

It seemed to be the breaking point as suddenly, all eyes on the room were on him. Malik didn’t know what to say so he just stared at each one of them and waited for a reaction. It was the woman who put down her tablet and walked in his direction, extending a hand to him.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you, mister Al-Sayf.”

“Just Malik will do.” He reached out to shake her hand.

“I’m Lucy Stillman. It’s a pleasure to be working with you.”

“Too soon.” The response came in unison from both Desmond and Altaïr.

It startled her. She looked from one to the other as if she had made a mistake and was caught on. He was a bit confused himself. No, it was more accurate to say very confused.

Altaïr didn’t even look up at them, but Desmond gave them his full attention and scratched the back of his neck.

“Sorry, I guess I should’ve told you earlier. Malik is not really one of us.”

“Yet.” Altaïr added.

“Oh.” Lucy turned to him again with an apologetic smile. “Well, sorry about that. In any case it’s still an honor to meet you.”

There were words left unspoken as she returned to her place on the couch. The same feeling he had with Ezio before, that he was somehow special and they wanted him here. Part of him was curious about it, but the bigger part of him wanted to turn around, go back to Canada and pretend he had never met any of them.

He sat down on the couch with her and watched in silence as they each continued doing their work. By Altaïr’s side was his backpack and he was glad the man had retrieved it after he left the bedroom. From the corner of his eyes he watched Desmond turn to them and close the luggage at last.

“Well, I’m ready to go.”

“Finally.” Lucy sighed and got up from her seat again, grabbing a purse on the table he didn’t notice was there before.

Desmond turned to him.

“I’m moving out today, so you can stay in my room while you’re here. It’s the first door to the left, before Altaïr’s.

Oh, so he had been sleeping on Altaïr’s bed. Grand.

Had Altaïr and Desmond been up since four hours ago?

“I’m staying?” The question was directed at Altaïr.

“Wasn’t that the reason you called me yesterday?” He said matter-of-factly.

Malik was annoyed at his tone, but the man had a point. Altaïr had told him the nightmares wouldn’t be so frequent if they were near each other. That’s why he messaged him. That’s why he was here. He was staying in New York for a while, it seemed. Sighing, he turned back to Desmond.

“I hope my coming here isn’t the reason you’re leaving.”

“What?” he raised an eyebrow at him. “Oh, no. I was already planning on moving out. Better to stay with Lucy than with him.” He pointed at her with his thumb.

Somehow Malik didn’t even doubt that statement.

“Besides,” Desmond continued “got work to do in Europe, so it’ll be a few months since I’m back. Oh! And I’m sorry about yesterday. Well, earlier today. Didn’t mean to walk into you two, you know, but I heard the doorbell and thought Altaïr didn’t catch it.” He chuckled. “Had I known you were the one coming I wouldn’t even have bothered.”

The memory from a few hours ago flashed through his mind and he immediately looked away. When his eyes met Altaïr’s, he glanced in Lucy’s direction instead. Why were they discussing this in front of her anyway?

“Don’t worry about it.” He was still dying from embarrassment, but it was better to let it go. It really wasn’t Desmond’s fault. The only guilty party around wasn’t even paying any attention to their conversation, or at least, pretending not to.

“Let’s go then.” Lucy grabbed Desmond by the arm and pulled him in the door’s direction. He meekly grabbed the luggage while waving a goodbye at both of them.

When the door closed, silence reigned. Sighing, he turned back to Altaïr, who had closed his laptop and was fully staring at him now. He hated Altaïr’s glare more than anything. It was like a hawk’s, watching his every move, judging him. It made him uncomfortable. He opened his mouth to say something, to break the awkward quietness, but Altaïr beat him to it.

“I talked to Ezio about you coming back.” He rose up from his seat and walked towards the kitchen. Malik followed him. “He said he can’t guarantee anything since they’re not looking for anyone right now, but if an opportunity comes up, he might hire you to teach at his university.”

Malik blinked at the news. Staying in New York, sure. But getting a job here? He expected to stay a month, maybe two. Surely the dreams wouldn’t take much longer than that to finish, right?

While pouring water in the coffeemaker, Altaïr caught his perplexed expression from the corner of his eyes and went on to explain.

“You might have to stay for a long time. Ezio’s dreams lasted for nearly a decade.” He paused to let Malik absorb the information. “Like I said, it differs from person to person, but it likely will keep on going for at least another three years.” The red light on the machine indicated the coffee was being brewed and Altaïr turned to him. “Meanwhile Sofia is more than eager to offer you a job at her bookstore for now.”

Altaïr walked back to the room, opening his laptop again.

“Why are doing all this?” Malik had many other questions he wanted to ask, but in the end, all of them revolved around this one.

“Because it’s necessary. I don’t like these stupid dreams any more than you do. I want it over as soon as possible. You’re here with us, safe. While you live with me, you can learn about us.”

“Right. Your NGO thing.” He thought Altaïr would glare at him for the condescending tone, but instead, the man smirked. However it was gone just as suddenly as it appeared.

“Word of advice: if I were you, I’d bring your brother here immediately. Canada is a pretty dangerous place for you both right now.”

Malik raised a brow at him. “Excuse me?”

Altaïr wiggled a finger in his direction, calling him over. Malik approached and the laptop was turned in his direction. It was a map of North America. Most of it was white, but there were small dark blue spots over the east coast in the US and a large blotch covering almost the entire east coast in Canada.

“The blue area is where our enemy is stationed right now. They have quite a number of HQs in Montreal. It’s a miracle I managed to reach you before them.” Altaïr’s eyes met his, and despite the incredulous topic of conversation, Malik felt immense comfort in his words. “If they haven’t tried to get you or your brother before, I doubt they will now. But your brother would be safer here with us.”

He was left speechless. Bad guys in Montreal? Kadar was in danger?

“You say a lot of surreal things, but you have yet to show me any proof of all this. What makes you think I’m going to move my brother here because you think it’s dangerous there?”

Silence. Altaïr averted his eyes, but something told him he had hit a sore spot. Altaïr seemed angry and this was something he had never seen in him before - anger, not even during their first meeting in the library. The laptop was brought back to Altaïr and he continued working on whatever he had been doing before.

“It’s your call, but don’t blame me later.”

Thank you!!! I'm so eager to read it, you have no freakin' idea! *_*

He's clearly let his lust for Connor go to his brain and has quite forgotten the innocent (in marital affairs anyways) boy he deflowered only a little while back. :)

LOL yeap! Wonder if all Alphas are (insanely) possessive over their Omegas... or is it just Charles? Also Connor may no longer be a virgin, but he's still painfully naive for thinking Charles would have left him alone after admitting he was in heat.

Nice 'Gone with the Wind' imagery here too, with Connor thrown over Charles's shoulder.

Connor: I told you, I do not want to have (dubcon) sex with you right now! Can you not see that I am trying to understand how to play these pointless AC3 mini-games?

Charles: Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn /POUNCE/

...Oh, brain, you do love to daydream.

Oh god the mini-games. lolz!

...I did so love the Aquila missions though. They were unexpectedly fun. :)

Methinks Charles might be a bit special in his possessiveness...

I have a thought for this; would claimant anon mind a parallel fill?

Oh my goodness, writeanon. This is exactly what I was looking for. Shaun petting him is probably my fav part of this (eeee, the imagery of him crooning and petting Des! >u<)

I think that Des eventually would start actively seeking out Shaun to be hooded, as a way of calming down once they get the Bleeding Effect under control.

Of course not! The more the merrier!

Ohhh the Naval Missions, they were fun but I did suck at timing my shots, especially when it came to chasing Church, and Haytham was yelling at me nonstop. I was actually anticipating on him to grab the wheel from me and steer the Aquila himself before he actually did it! Also, I <3 the Naval missions, because I love Connor in his captain uniform and was mad I didn't get that version of the outfit with my Season Pass.

Ooh it's too bad the Chase Church scene could not be added to this story, cause I can only imagine Charles lusting harder over Connor in uniform (like George did) and completely oblivious to the Aquila crew's death glares.

Okay brain, back to writing /whip crack/

Writing is based off of my old journals from when I was 8 years old. Kids can be surprisingly coherent, if utterly adorable, so figured that 8 was a good number of years to start at.

His Mother’s Son

Journal of Haytham Lee, age 8

Daddy asked me why I am writing, but I see Mommy doing it. And Mommy is the best person in the whole wide world! He tells the best stories with heroes with white hoods and knives that protect people. Or grumpy old men who train boys into heroes. I like those stories. They always make me feel good and happy.

Uncle Kanen'tó:kon also tells good stories, but they aren’t as good as Mommy’s. His stories are scarier. He tells stories about a pretty wolf and a man that took the wolf. He said that the man took the pretty wolf because he wanted to and was not good to the pretty wolf.

That’s not right. The man shouldn’t take the wolf just because he wanted to.

The man kept the wolf in a cage, but the wolf was smart and always tried to free himself. Uncle says that the wolf freed himself and ran away from the evil man, but he always looks sad when he says this.

Why is he sad? Is it because he wanted to protect the pretty wolf?

Mommy never likes it when Uncle tells me these stories, and they always yell at each other.

Daddy doesn’t know because they always speak in our special language and Daddy doesn’t know it.

I bet if Daddy knew, he’d punish the evil man for what he did to the pretty wolf!

Daddy likes Mommy, he tries to be with him all the time and always asks Mary to take care of me so he can have Alone Time with Mommy.

I want to spend Alone Time with Mommy and Daddy too, but no one ever lets me. They all say I’m not big enough.

I am too big enough! I can even spell very well. Mister Collins said so, and he’s a lawler!

Mommy is a wolf too. Uncle said so. He said that Mommy wanted to be an eagle, but that he was really a wolf. And Daddy likes Mommy so he must like wolfs too.

Daddy will save the pretty wolf.

But he doesn’t know about the pretty wolf because Uncle and Mommy told me not to tell him. They must be scared that the evil man will hurt Daddy.

Mommy tells me not to do a lot of things. Mommy writes these books that he says are called journals and hides them in a box.

I know because I found them.

Mommy was mad that I had found them.

He told me never to tell Daddy about them.

He said that Daddy would not like that Mommy writes.

But why would Daddy not like Mommy writing? They are pretty and all wrapped in pretty colors. They smell like paper and Mommy. I want to read them but Mommy said not to.

Mommy says that I must wait before I can read them.

He says he is saving those stories for me when I am bigger.

Not fair, I am big.

But maybe Mommy is scared that evil men will not like the stories and hurt him.

Mommy is a pretty wolf. Uncle said so.

But Daddy says I am a big boy.

Daddy and I will protect Mommy.

And evil men won’t put Mommy in a cage.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHELJFgwjrlg

OH GOD I WAS SO HYPE TO SEE THIS UPDATE I SCREAMED TO MY FRIEND AND WE BOTH QUICKLY RAN HERE TO READ IT.

She says it was so worth the wait :] and i have to agree. we seriously just flip out about it on skype and ;sg;k;wr guGH WE both really really love it ok.

ugh the sex scene though god damn A+ good job do like. <33

UGlef the end though oh no :(((

i seriously get so excited reading this fic and UGh EZIO AND SOFIA IM STILL SO HAPPY YOU INCLUDED THAT GOSH. I hope malik remembers soon and i hope kadar stays safe but lsrglwrg i can only wait and see AND WAIT I WILL!! <33 also curious about des and lucy (are they together gosh i hope so??) and what part they will play if any!

fabulous update author anon ;U;

...I don't see any reason why Charles can't accidentally spy on Connor while he's going through old outfits and then makes Connor model the Naval Outfit for him. :)

Connor does look SO yum in that outfit.

//drools//

The sudden switch to first person is interesting, especially with young Haytham who is very naive and innocent at this point in his life. I love the stories of the caged wolf and the Assassins Connor and Uncle Kanon are telling him behind Charles' back. My favorite part has to be Daddy and Mommy's constant 'Alone Time' and ooh lil' Haytham would be quite the cock block. I do hope Grandpa Haytham is still around, would love to read about his reaction to these stories.

Ooooh thanks for the idea, I'll see if I can incorporate it the story somehow

god why has this not been filled?
I feel like I've waited my whole life for a prompt like this.

This is... wow. There's nothing I love more than a human villain, one that isn't just pure evil and spite and "mwhahaha, I'm going to take over the world" rolled up into a big ball of crazy. So yeah, this may be right up my ally.

If the anon above doesn't fill it, I certainly will. Heck I may even double fill it, if I can get the right idea for it.

Sorry for the long wait! I've been on a fill splurge lately, trying to clear some of my unfinished writings away.

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Truly, time was a strange thing.

What had seemed like mere months ago actually took place well over seven years in the past; Ezio once again found himself hidden beneath a mask and cloak, weaving his way among the rooftops and seeking out his target. Except in this case, his target was not an enemy, but a friend. Claudia had instructed him to find Leonardo with an almost frantic urgency. Ezio recalled how alarmed he had been at the brightness in her eyes - it had almost looked like Claudia had been fixing to cry. But her grin had been contagious, and her laughter even more so. Despite the fact that she had sprung the fact that Carnevale occurred even among the dead on him mere moments before it began, he had agreed to go.

Breathing in the night air, watching the dancers among the glowing lights and listening to the cheerful words, Ezio found himself remembering his encounter with Cristina - how upset she'd been upon discovering him. The memory brought back thoughts of Sofia, the second woman who had held his heart. Both were lost to him now. Yet before them, there had been one who had held his heart, and continued to do so now. The very same person he was supposed to be finding.

Slipping into one of the small alleys nearby, Ezio scaled the sides of the buildings and took to the rooftops, switching out his normal sight for his Eagle Sense. Immediately he spotted a trail of gold mingled with blue, leading him to his target. What surprised him was the fact that the trail wasn't on the ground, like Leonardo should have been, but up on the roofs, where he was. The idea that Leonardo had actually climbed up and made across the roofs as Ezio had done was... pleasing. And from the jumps made, the assassin could tell that Leonardo wasn't half-bad at free running. Not magnificent, but not bad either. Maybe he could be trained in the ways of the assassins.

He followed the trail up and around the corner, taking him to a secluded building on the very edge of the festivities. A little higher than most, but it held a ladder, which told him why Leonardo had been so brave about it. He climbed to the top and froze, his foot on the very last rung. Leonardo was staring up at the sky, a red-and-gold mask covering the upper portion of his face. He was dressed in his usual clothes, which Ezio recalled had been covered in paint the last time he'd seen them. It seemed the artist had somehow managed to scrub those stains out, because the clothes were completely cleaned, looking brand-new to his eyes.

Leonardo looked up at his approach, a hesitant smile gracing his features. "Ah, so you've arrived after all, it seems..."

Ezio raised a brow. "You don't sound eager to see me. Have I done something wrong?"

The artist didn't say anything for a period, and Ezio began to fear that he had in fact done something to warrant his friend's ire. But Leonardo finally shook his head. "Merely nerves concerning tonight. I confess, this is the first gathering I have attended in quite some time. Being out in public like this," he waved his hand around, back towards the colorful lights and the music, grimacing slightly, "I confess, its a little disorienting."

"As it should be," Ezio agreed, taking a few steps to get closer to him, staring up at the moon. "You aren't exactly a social butterfly, Leonardo, for all your graces with others."

Leonardo made a sound of agreement to that, turning his gaze back up at the moon. For a time both men were content to sit there and simply enjoy the feeling of a breeze against their skin, and listen to the songs that played loud over the people's celebration. Then Ezio cleared his throat, recalling something. "So, your friend from before, are they here yet?"

The artist twitched slightly. "Si. He is here."

"Ah. Then, shall I leave--?"

"NO!" And abruptly Leonardo had a tight grip on his arm, so tight in fact that Ezio feared he would release the hidden blade and scar himself. Any attempts to tug away merely caused the grip to further tighten, making it almost painful. "You must stay here, Ezio. You and I have things to discuss." Ezio had heard Leonardo sound determined before, but this brought a whole new meaning to the word.

"Alright Leonardo, alright! I will stay." He raised his hands in placation, somewhat startled by the ferocity behind the small artist's eyes. When Leonardo finally grasped that Ezio wouldn't be escaping any time soon, he released his grip, the assassin letting out a tiny breath of relief. As much as he wouldn't have minded things getting a little rough between him and Leonardo, he would never hurt the inventor if he could help it. "What is it that ails you so, my friend? You act as if you've seen something terrible."

Leonardo's fists curled and uncurled at his side, words seeming to fail him for a time. Then: "Have you ever been in love with someone that you should not?"

Ezio couldn't stop himself from jerking back in shock. This line of questioning was hitting a little too close to home, but he had said he would stay, and so he would. "Yes. I loved one society said I should not. Why?"

"Did it drive you mad with wanting? Knowing that the one you wanted was so close, and yet..." He gazed down at his hands, as if holding something precious. "And yet you couldn't touch them because a single wrong move could mean the death of both of you?"

Ezio felt his own fists curl. This path they're on is reminding him too firmly of the desire he held for Leonardo in life - and still does. It was terrifying, part of Ezio wanted to interrupt him and try to change the subject, but he found he couldn't. No matter what his mind came up with, his mouth refused to deliver it. Instead, all that came out was a murmured, "Yes, I know the feeling well."

Silence befell them again, positively strangling now in its grasp. For once, Ezio longed to break the silence, to scream or shout or do something. It's too quiet, too ominous. Just when he believed he might go mad from the silence, Leonardo spoke again.

"What did you do with your desire, Ezio?"

Never played the Persona games, but I just saw this creepy fanart: http://lyricalt.tumblr.com/post/44604380288/shall-i-make-you-understand-not-part-of-the

From what I understand, a significant part of the game is people battling their inner demons, which manifest as 'shadows', and are basically evil, axe-crazy doppelgangers. Someone who actually knows about this game should correct me.

Maybe one of the assassins has a shadow causing havoc around their allies, and has to try to stop them? Or maybe a straight-up battle against their dark side, with taunts and insults and mindfuckery? I'd especially like to see either the Kenways or the Auditores, but use any characters you want. Have fun!

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