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Alright, so we've got Alex Mercer shipped with damn near everyone in Assassin's Creed- but I haven't seen anything of Alex/Shaun, which is a damn shame.

This anon doesn't really care how it goes down, as long there's sex, preferably with bottom!shaun.

Bonus points for Shaun being a complete cockslut.

Alright, this is very dumb, but mostly spawned by this bit in Good Omens:

"Sometimes he would scribble something on a sheet of paper by his side. It was covered in symbols which only eight other people in the world would have been able to comprehend; two of them had won Nobel prizes, and one of the other six dribbled a lot and wasn't allowed anything sharp because of what he might do with it."

The time frame here is wonky, but the last one on the list sounds a lot like Clay- not to mention the guardian angel exchange. (For those who haven't read Good Omens, it pretty much focuses on angels and demons.)

I don't care where this goes- just some sort of interaction between these sets of characters. An alternate ending to AC3 where Adam Young shows up and is like, "Chill out, guys, I got this."? Crowley and Aziraphale talking about Juno being a bitch? It's up to the filler!

Anon's ships are:
Clay/Desmond
Shaun/Desmond
Shaun/Desmond/Clay
Aziraphale/Crowley
(but this really doesn't have to be shippy at all uvu)

Roughly yes. I rounded when it came to describing the months and stuff so there's probably an extra month or two in there that's not accounted for 'cause whenever someone says 11 months, they might mean 11.4 months or when they say 5 months, they might meant 5.3 months or something like that.

Will probably have Haytham Sr. die when little Haytham is roughly 12. Connor miscarries again when he's roughly 12.5 or 13 (haven't quite decided).

Glad you like! :)

GOING. <3

Get to BED? Seriously?! OMG this is so hot, don't leave us hanging here!

His Mother’s Son

Journal of Haytham Lee, age 9

Today was a good day. Mommy and Daddy took me to visit Uncle Kanen'tó:kon and his village! Uncle Kanen'tó:kon always has fun things for me to do.

Today, he gave me a trap and taught me how to catch animals! I caught a rabbit, all by myself!

It was very small and furry and soft, and it cried before Uncle taught me how to kill it.

Its eyes were big and round. It looked scared.

Uncle says that the best way is to kill it before it knew that it was caught. Then it won’t be scared.

He says that it is mean to hurt something for a long time and if you don’t let it go, you should kill it quickly.

Uncle looked weird when he said that. Like he was thinking about the pretty wolf that the evil man took.

Uncle must have loved the wolf a lot.

He says that wolfs are very smart and good hunters. But no one is a better hunter than Uncle!

He’s the bestest! He even caught a bear, and we’ll be eating bear tonight!

Uncle said that Mommy had taught him how to hunt when they were both littler.

Silly Uncle.

Doesn’t he know that Daddy never lets Mommy near the forest? Daddy says he’s afraid that Mommy will get lost and never return.

The forest is big. And scary when Uncle isn’t with me.

I don’t want Mommy to get lost in the forest and never return.

Maybe Mommy won’t get lost if Uncle is with him?

But Daddy doesn’t like Uncle. He says that Uncle wants to spread Mommy’s legs.

Why would Uncle want to spread Mommy’s legs? Mommy can poop on his own, not like Mr. Collin’s new baby.

I don’t like Mr. Collin’s new baby. He looks weird. All small and loud and pink.

But Mommy says that all babies are that way and that I was that way too.

Nuh-uh! Not Grandpa!

He’s all big and strong and quiet.

But Grandpa tells very sad stories.

He says that there once was an eagle and that the eagle had a good and kind mommy and a wise daddy. But then a bad man killed the nice mommy and the wise daddy thought that he had killed the eagle too.

The little eagle was all alone and left his nest. But more bad men found the eagle and tricked him. They made him kill nice people and spread chaos.

Grandpa always looks around when he says this. He must be scared that Mommy will be mad at him for telling me sad stories.

The eagle’s daddy found out, but he couldn’t save the eagle. The eagle had been too bad for him to save. So he and his friend caught the eagle and kept it in a nice house.

But then the eagle got sick. He fell into a deep sleep and couldn’t wake and the daddy was very scared because he thought the eagle was gonna die.

Grandpa always looks sad at this and stares at Mommy when he’s not looking.

Maybe Mommy was sick before he had me?

Grandpa says that the eagle woke up but lost his wings.

How do eagles lose their wings? Wouldn’t they die?

But the eagle got better and lived in the house with his daddy’s friend. And they had a little eagle after!

Eagles are pretty. I want to be an eagle when I grow up!

(Reposted from beginning of Round 5 just because I love it)

I'd love to see some fic where one half of our dynamic duo has the hots for the other - but it's genuinely one-sided. Maybe Haytham's only interest in Connor is paternal and professional, while Connor finds him unsettlingly attractive?

Bonus! for the other being remarkably calm and accepting (but probably not offering a pityfuck) upon realizing.

OMG The cuteness! You write little Haytham so well. I love that Kanen'tó:kon is teaching him how to use snares, and babysitting him while Connor and Charles are probably handling negotiations. Should have known Charles would tag along, even if he doesn't like natives - still has to remember that his wife is half mohawk and his sin is a quarter.

But Daddy doesn’t like Uncle. He says that Uncle wants to spread Mommy’s legs.

Yeesh Charles, still jealous and possessive after all this time. Then again, it must be hard having an insanely hot spouse. I doubt Connor regained all that muscle he lost being asleep for a year, and is probably still really small and slim.

Why would Uncle want to spread Mommy’s legs? Mommy can poop on his own, not like Mr. Collin’s new baby.

Awww, so Clipper is a mommy to now, but with the age difference I doubt the child will be Haytham's subordinate.

But more bad men found the eagle and tricked him. They made him kill nice people and spread chaos.

Heh, Connor is both the pretty wolf who got away and bad eagle who became wingless. At least these stories will stick with Haytham until he grows old enough to realize they're both the same story: his mother's.

Kind of interested to hear Charles' version of the story, and wonder if Haytham is close to the family pets (heh Yusuf and his pom army)

Glad you like little Haytham's voice. :) He was tricky to write (haven't been 9 in a long time, lol), but should get easier as he grows older. Adolescence should be...interesting. Especially given the timeline.

Funny you should mention Yusuf and the pom army... :D

Charles will probably let Connor train lightly, but not as much as he used to. He knows that he's past his prime but Connor is still relatively young (age gap and all). He's still paranoid about losing his Omega and majorly possessive, but he's not going to jeopardize Connor's health again. I imagine that he'd limit the exercise to certain things (sex counts).

So this anon has been sick all week and would like a fic to make her feel better.

What I was thinking was this: Connor seems like the sort of guy that would worry over every little thing if someone he cared about wasn't feeling well. So let's say his significant other gets sick, it doesn't have to be serious. It could just be the common cold (which I guess was probably more serious then than it is now, but you get the idea), but Connor ends up being the one to take care of him/her. And then, when the sick person gets better, he/she shows their gratitude with sex.

I'm cool with anyone playing the part of the significant other as long as it's not Haytham or Washington. I'm not a huge fan of those pairings.

My bait worked! :DD

*FLAIL* DON'T STOP THERE, ANON.

But no, seriously, this is really good. I like how it seems to imply Haytham has already trained him a little by doing it before. Can't wait for the next part. <3

A/N: Another attempt at angsty noncon porn - part 1

Connor grunted as he was unceremoniously dumped into the center of a large bed. Before he had a chance to roll away or even look around, he was suddenly pinned by the larger frame of his Alpha. He opened his mouth, about to question the his mate's rash behavior, but warm lips were upon his own in seconds. The forceful kiss was robbing robbed him of his voice, as well as muffling protests that would have fallen only fallen on deaf ears.

Hands descended upon him next, pulling the sheets away, to map out every inch of him - except the part that desperately wanted release - causing the Omega's overheated body to arch up against the cool touch. He shivered as fingers trailed up his legs, slipping between them so they could tease the sensitive flesh of his inner thighs. Nails lightly began to trace small patterns very close to his arousal, tormenting him further.

"Touch yourself," a husky voice commanded against his ear.

Connor's eyes flew wide open - when had they closed? - as he stared up at his husband in disbelief and began to shake his head.

"Or..." Charles' voice took a dangerous turn as he gave his Omega a wicked smile. "Or, I could bind your hands together. Then we can see how long it would take for you to break down and beg me to finish you off... oh I do like the sound of that."

The Assassin growled, resisting the urge to knee the older man in the stomach and wrestle him off. He really did not want to put on a performance for his most hated enemy; but at the same time his body demanded release now that his arousal was borderline painful. Swallowing hard, Connor averted Lee's intense gaze as his hand snaked down between his thighs.

He really did not want to do this.

Not in front of Charles Lee of all people.

However, being bound and forced to beg for release would be much worse.

The Assassin tried detaching himself from his senses and imagined being completely alone as he was used to whenever his heat came around. As he wrapped a tense hand around his cock, Connor tried to visualize himself back in his own bedroom at the Manor. Closing his eyes helped immensely. He remembered the darkness, save for a few rays of moon light that filtered through the curtains, as it concealed his writhing flushed form.

Quiet. He had to be quiet.

Connor bit down hard upon his lower lip to suppress his cries and moans, as he began to stroke the base of his cock. The last thing he wanted was to wake Achilles and alert him to what his student was up to. He breathed through his nose instead, inhaling the sent of male musk and sweat, as he rubbed the head of his weeping arousal. Connor was eager to complete this task, after all his mentor was expecting him to be up early in the morning. His strokes became more desperate as he tugged at himself harder.

Cool lips upon his neck began to break the illusion.

He focused harder at the task that was literally at hand. There was no one in his bed, for Connor never shared it with anyone. Not even his beloved, a man of tradition and morals, who had agreed that they should postpone intimacy until after the wedding. He was alone, with just the shadows that cast themselves against the walls.

There was no one could see his hand moving as if possessed. His fingers were slick with his own fluids. His grip became and warmer and slippery. The sensation felt incredible. It was becoming harder to stifle his moans. He was so close...

So close, so close, so close!

Connor was straining now, tightening his grip a little more and flexing his fingers. His body arched, but could not lift itself off the bed as a heavy weight pinned him down. The Assassin tried to convince himself that it was just fatigue. After all, there were many times he had returned home - after training, hunting, or fighting - and his limbs felt as if they were weighed down by cannonballs.

"Open your eyes, Connor."

The Omega obeyed. Light flooded his vision as that cruel voice ripped him from his past. It did not matter as he threw his head back and cried out as his intense orgasm washed over him in waves of pure bliss.

As he lay trembling from the aftermath, Connor had not notice his husband pull away and began to strip out of most of his clothes. He had not felt the bid dip at the extra weight or the presence of the Alpha who moved like a hungry predator upon unsuspecting prey. It was only when he felt a hot tongue lick a strand of semen off his stomach, did his senses return to him.

"I must say you put on quite the performance," The Templar commented while trailing fingers across his abdomen and pulling them back so he could lick them clean. Connor cringed in disgust, turning his head to try and avoid the possessive kiss that followed. He was unsuccessful.

Connor could taste himself on Charles' lips, and immediately fought back the bile rising in his throat. The salty bitterness lingered in his mouth, even after the Alpha pulled away to pick up the discarded bed sheets from Connor's room. Charles briskly wiped off the excess seed clean from his stomach and hand, before flipping him over.

Although he gasped out loud, Connor was not surprised. He had seen the lust burning in Lee's eyes the moment he was carried off. The Assassin would never admit it, but he was glad to be in a position he actually preferred. Especially over the others his husband put him in. At least like this, Connor did not have to look into the face of his mortal enemy as the Templar claimed his victory over him again, and again, and again, and again.

Large hands gripped his hips, pulling him up onto his knees. Connor lifted his upper body with his arms, and took a deep breath as he tried to relax his tense lower half for the first probing digit. It did not come. Instead, something hotter and more substantial than even three of the Alpha's long thick fingers, slid between the crevice of his arse. The hold upon his hips tightened, followed by hot pressure against his hole, causing panic to grip Connor's heart as he lurched forward in an attempt to escape.

"Be still!" a harsh voice commanded as rough fingers dug into his sides in order to hold him in place.

His vision blurred while hot tears gathered in his eyes caused by the sudden flare of pain that came with being breeched. His body refused to relax as it tensed and shook uncontrollably. He had expected the intrusion to burn, but never at this intensity. It was his first time all over again! He choked out a sob as his fingers gripped the bedding with white knuckles.

"S-Stop!" he cried out as the head - only the head! - of that invading cock bullied its way inside him. "S..Stop...stop!"

Stop, stop, please!

But even now, the Assassin could not bring himself to beg out loud. Instead, he threw an accusing glare over his shoulder that silently demanded why his mortal enemy felt the need to be cruel to him now. Why now, when he had already agreed to give the man what he desired from this union?

With his vision hazy with tears, he could not see Charles' eyes that regarded him coolly. Instead he felt the restraining hands readjust their grip on his sides. Thumbs began to trace soothing circles upon bruised skin.

"You are wondering why I did not prepare you this time," his Alpha had guessed. "It is because you do not deserve such consideration."

What more did this monster want from him?!

The caged wolf growled and made an attempt to twist away.

He heard Charles groan, followed by a shriek that ripped out of his own throat as more of that tumescent organ pushed passed clenching muscles to propel itself forward by a few inches.

"You do not deserve it. Not when you continue to deny me of what is rightfully mine..." The Alpha's voice was strained as he fought the constricting channel for the right to be fully inside of his wife. "I am your husband. You will submit, and you will show proper respect for me like the rest of those in our home."

Oh but this was not his home, he wanted to shout in defiance. This would never be his home. Only a prison, a gilded cage, he hoped to escape from one day. Already Connor longed to burn it all to the ground, just as Charles had done to his village long ago.

He glared down at his trembling hands that were clenched tightly around the bedding, wishing they were on Charles' throat instead. Warm lips pressed against his ear.

"Do you understand, wife?"

The Omega stubbornly jerked his head away.

"Foolish boy, when will you come to accept that you are mine?"

Never, never. never!

Once again he tried to struggle for his freedom. He strained against the hold of his tormentor, uncaring of the bruises and deep scratches those fingers left upon his skin in order to hold him still. Reaching up, he clawed at the bedding, the headboard, anything he could use to pull himself forward and away from Charles.

"Enough!"

A heavy weight was suddenly upon his back, driving the breath out of his lungs. He didn't even have time to recover, as his hips were drawn back the same time Charles shoved forward, impaling the Omega completely with one cruel stroke. He sobbed out loud, collapsing onto the bed as his arms would no longer support him.

His tears and saliva soaked into the fabric beneath his face. Never before had an enemy brought him this low. Still, he would not beg for mercy. He would not give in.

"Even though you agreed to by my wife, you still resist me," the Templar growled while leaning over him, "Even though I hold all that you love in my hands, you still fight. Why?"

Connor turned his face to the side to avoid suffocating against the covers, and took deep breaths while ignoring the throbbing pain running up and down his backside.

Did Charles really not know the answer?

Perhaps not.

Being both an Alpha and a Templar who expected instant obedience, Charles would not know. He was not empathetic to the sacrifices an Omega had to endure once married. Charles, like the rest of his Order, believed in structures and cages, and that peace could be attained at the expense of freedom.

Though Connor was born an Omega and, under horrible circumstances, now this Templar's wife, he is still - both in heart and in mind - an Assassin.

He would not submit, not completely.

He would never stop picking at the locks of this cage the Templars have trapped him in.

"Because," he whispered hoarsely. "Because no one else will!"

A/N: /CRINGE/ Okay a friend nagged and nagged me to put the last line in and I'm not sure if it worked well. Actually I'm not sure about this whole chapter. The masturbation and the rape were supposed to be two separate parts and they just ended up being merged into one.

Edward Kenway and his crew aboard the Jackdaw encounter either THE Kraken or A Kraken, which decides to try to sink his ship in a show of how terrifying it is. The manly captain is not impressed, and decides fried calamari sounds good for dinner. His crew concurs.

Points if its during Haytham's childhood and he's like "OMG YOU'RE SUCH AN EMBARRASSMENT STOP THAT." But he still eats the calamari and that's where he gets his refined taste of food from.

I just want Altair giving Malik the rim job of his life. Where he comes from just that alone. Honestly, there's a serious lack of rimming on this meme.

Iduncurr where or when; Modern AU, post!AC1, pre!AC1, I just don't care!

Bonus points;
+ Malik's butt in the air... yeah!
+ Body worship from Altair beforehand.
+ Altair dirty-talking.

Glad you like it, OP! :D Here's the other half. Decided to stick with Des and Shaun and leave Ezio/Leo for later once I have a more solid idea on them.

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It's been four long days since Shaun first put the hood over Desmond's eyes and jessed his wrists, shutting the Bleeding Effect down in one fell swoop. The historian expected things to become awkward not long after that, especially given Desmond's tendency to retreat mentally whenever he was put in a position where he himself was not in control. Not that Shaun could blame him of course - Shaun himself wasn't exactly fond of being put in situations like that either, but the difference was that Desmond used bluffs and threats to weasel his way out, whereas Shaun went with the most painless route, which was usually the truth.

A few precious minutes of calm and control could not wash away many weeks worth of biting words and sarcastic wit between the two of them. So really it was no surprise when Desmond did everything in his power to keep from talking or even looking at Shaun over the next few days. He threw the new found calm gifted by the hood into the Animus, dredging up weeks worth of Edward's seafaring memories in mere days; for once, William was blissfully silent during his exits. The Bleeding Effect seemed to fade away as well, although Shaun refused to forget it, opting to keep the hood in his desk during those precious hours Desmond spent in the Animus.

This turned out to be a wise decision when on the fifth day during the first break from the Animus, Desmond took two steps and suddenly gasped, wavering on his feet. His hands scrabbled for his arms, nails digging into flesh. "S-s-s-sh-shaun..."

"Desmond?!" Rebecca is up in a heartbeat, William behind her, both looking frightened and wary. Shaun realizes what's fixing to happen and doesn't even think about the consequences, ripping open his drawer with savage intent and taking the hood out, literally leaping over the desk as Desmond screams in a voice that is not his own, and snaps the hood over his eyes, tying the rawhide strips that make up the knots before the man can regain himself. Then he seizes hold of the jess on his wrists and waits. It doesn't take long for it to start.

Desmond isn't Ezio this time, but Altair, spitting out oaths of vengeance and loathing in words that sound ancient and as hot as the sun. He thrashes, twists and does everything he can to escape Shaun's grasp, but with the jess holding his wrists and Shaun holding the jess its impossible for him to do anything other than fight and swear. It isn't safe to attempt physical touch yet, so Shaun lets Desmond keep his distance, watching out of the corner of his eye as Rebecca's jaw slowly closes, eyes going bright with realization. William, however, is another story.

The look on his face is somewhere between disgust and fury. He watches, tight-lipped as Desmond settles down, twitching and growling threats at the air. When Shaun is sure he won't get bitten, he reaches out and gently pets Desmond's throat with the backs of his fingers, just like he did before, murmuring soft words and soothing the black rage within the mixed man. Altair is much more receptive than Ezio was, cocking his head back and forth and relaxing much sooner. When every muscle in the man's body is lax, Shaun lets go of the jess and stops petting. Sure enough, Desmond shakes his head and reaches up, touching the hood. "Shaun?" His voice is weak and raspy.

"I'm here, Desmond. Everyone's alright; just try to breath, okay?"

Rebecca reappears at Shaun's side with a glass of water, eying the hood with admiration. She pats the historian's shoulder before walking back towards William, taking one look at him and socking him in the shoulder. When he rounds on her, teeth bared and eyes lit with fury, she shakes her head firmly. Desmond sips the water gratefully, nearly drinking the entire glass before stopping. Shaun steps closer to remove the hood, but Desmond steps back. "Not yet," he says quietly, and Shaun leaves it at that.

Desmond keeps the hood on for the rest of the break, only removing it when he has to go back into the Animus. Shaun gives it to Rebecca, showing her how to knot the laces quickly if it should come to that, before leaving it to her and going to take a short breather in his room. Unfortunately, he isn't alone; William seems determined to come along. Shaun knows it won't be an easy conversation, but he intends to have it all the same.

The second the door is closed William rounds on him, paranoia and disgust making him an ugly man. "What sort of sick game are you playing, Hastings?"

Shaun doesn't bother holding back. Around Desmond he's always held back, but no more. He's tired of being told that what he's doing is wrong, that they don't have time for such silly games -- Desmond is falling apart at the seams, and he and Rebecca seem to be the only ones that care. Once upon a time he respected this man, but now he just hates him. "Do me a favor William, and shut the bloody fuck up. You have no idea what I'm doing, and you've no right to judge me. For your information, its not a sick game--"

"Oh really? Then pray tell, what the hell was that? Because when I see a much older man assault my son like he's some sort of... of... wild animal, certainly the first thing I'm going to think is that its a sick game."

Shaun's teeth snap together in irritation. God save the Queen, this man was irritating. "Look you bloody wanker, Desmond is falling apart. The world as we know it is ending. And you are so far out of line, its ridiculous. You claim to be an Assassin, doing things for the good of those around you, taking care of those you love and whatnot, and yet you constantly do nothing but piss and bitch and whine and moan about how things are not getting done fast enough. Desmond is a broken man you ignorant bastard, just like 16 was, and just like every other Subject that came before him was. And you expect him to be able to keep up with your demands and not snap?"

The words are coming thick and fast, rolled in Shaun's thick accent as he loses himself in the tirade that someone should have given to this arrogant bastard years ago. "The reason I put that hood on him is to offer relief. When the hood is on him, I can help him through the Bleeding Effects, I can help him gain a bit of peace. Its not much, especially considering what you're doing to help him, but by God and the Queen herself its the only damned thing I've ever been able to do. You may be content to throw your son away once he's used up, but I'm not. And before you go proclaiming to all and sundry that this is the work of an Assassin, its not. A true Assassin wouldn't force one of his brothers to live through this hell. I imagine that if Altair or even Ezio were still around, they'd have your head for being as cruel as you are. Hell, if it weren't for the fact that the Templars have us outnumbered enough, I'd take your bloody head!"

Shaun is not an angry man. He does have a temper though, one inherited down the line of his mother, who came from a long line of powerful Irish women. They may have migrated to English country, but that doesn't mean his temper isn't still as fearsome as his mother's was, or her mother before her. William is slowly going white, his own temper forgotten as Shaun snaps and snarls like a rabid dog. It feels good to get this out, Shaun thinks, and quickly checks himself as the reminder that Desmond is still in the Animus and may suffer another Bleed at any time surfaces. He needs to stay close until they get through this.

So he takes a deep breath and finishes the job. "Long story short William, I'm cleaning up the mess you and the damnable Templars made. And before you go thinking I'm imprisoning him for some sick fetish or game, think about how quickly he settled down under my touch compared to how he was before. The hood keeps him stable. It keeps him grounded. The jess keeps him from hurting himself, and the touches and words keep him from thinking he's Altair or Ezio. Together, it makes a perfect antidote for the poison inside him - a poison I intend to fully eliminate, regardless of whether you support me or not. Now if you'll excuse me, I believe I'm needed back in the Animus room."

And then, without waiting for a reply, he steps around William's frozen frame and disappears back into the living room, settling down at the computer to give instructions to Desmond, who seems to be in the middle of a fight with another ship.

Interesting stuff, that.

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William doesn't bother Desmond after that. Even when he crashes the Jackdaw into port several times and loses synchronization because he's been shot and is bleeding out, the man doesn't say a word. He also doesn't look at Shaun or Rebecca, busying himself with documents Shaun never saw arrive. He's tempted to steal them and make sure William isn't selling them out to the Templars, but restrains himself. He has enough problems on his plate without worrying about what others are doing.

"Okay Desmond, let's call it a day. Good work out there today." Rebecca pats their boy on the back as he stumbles out of the Animus, and straight into Shaun, who takes shameless pleasure in the way Desmond leans into him now, trusting in his touch instead of flinching away. After a minute his confusion is gone and he's stepping back, Shaun reluctantly letting him go. His hawk has to fly sometimes, he supposes, but that doesn't mean he has to be happy about it.

They head back into the training room to let Desmond run off the last of Edward's energy from the fight (which Shaun recorded because quite frankly it was sheer brilliance on legs), the historian bringing along a small tray of food and the hood, which he hides. Desmond usually has anywhere between two to four Bleeds a day, and while he's only had one so far, its better not to chance it. Desmond finally camps himself out on a beam, laying on his stomach with all four limbs draped over the sides of the wood like some abnormally large cat, staring down at Shaun calmly. Shaun stares right back, finding it easier to do so than before. "Are you planning on coming down here to eat at all?"

"I have a better idea," Desmond retorts, sound lazy and satisfied, "Why don't you come up here?"

Shaun blinks. "Do I look like an Assassin to you? Or a monkey? Don't answer that," he orders when Desmond smirks and opens his mouth. He snickers and settles back down, sighing.

"I'm serious Shaun, you should come up here. It's nice."

"And I'm serious, Desmond. I can't climb. You come down here and eat and then you can climb back up."

"But I'll be too full to climb after," Desmond whines, nevertheless starting to push himself off the beam, coming down box by box.

Shaun decides to make up for his lack of teasing and waves his hand dismissively. "Well maybe if you wouldn't eat quite so much every day, you wouldn't be so large around the waist, now would you?"

"Did you just call me fat?"

"Maybe I did. What are you going to do about it, large one?"

That starts a bicker fight that lasts the entirety of the meal and wrings a few laughs and smiles out of them. Its all light teasing compared to earlier, but it helps ease the tension some. Desmond decides to call it a night after that, and heads off to bed, Shaun doing the same after an hour of reading.

As he settles in, he thinks about the progress made over a few simple days. The hood, the jess, the confrontation... all part of a plan that Shaun hopes can save Desmond in some ways, even if it costs him in others. He thinks back to his first hawk and sighs, pulling his glasses off and setting them on the nightstand. Tomorrow he'll try to think of other things he can do to help around, maybe have Rebecca hood Desmond during his Bleeding instead of himself, in case the time should ever come when he's not around to do it and Desmond loses his mind.

He starts dozing not long after that, but just when he reaches the warmth of sleep something brushes against him, startling him awake. It doesn't take a genius to figure out who it is, especially once Desmond tucks his head under Shaun's chin and tries to get closer without incurring Shaun's wrath. He doesn't say anything, but then again he doesn't have to - Shaun's heard him scream in the middle of the night often enough to piece together what he's looking for. So he simply goes for the most obvious route. "Do you want the hood on, Desmond?"

The other man stills, and its just like the first day all over again. Then, tentatively, he nods. Shaun reaches over him, and opens the drawer, not even bothering to turn on the light as he slips the hood over Desmond's head, tying the knots, keeping them tight enough to prevent it from slipping, but loose enough so he can still move it around if it gets uncomfortable. Shaun tries not to think of the slightly animal-like sound Desmond makes once its on, and instead says, "Wake me up if you start sweating in it, okay?"

They don't talk after that, Shaun not even bothering to complain when Desmond stays in the circle of his arms, head tucked underneath his chin, arms draped over his sides in a light embrace. It feels nice, the historian thinks as he drifts off again, to have a little show of trust like this pop up now and again. Maybe he can get Desmond to do it more often.

Maybe.

Argh I know... I was so upset when I heard about Haytham and his... lack of appearance :'( WHY UBISOFT?! you big meanie, as if the story wasn't depressing enough...

anyway, this prompt is great and we need more happiness, rainbows and butterflies-all that jazz... so please, someone

"There are three Natures within this world that people may fit under. These natures can be roused or woken from near-death experiences, stress or the discovery of their chosen mate. Each Nature is based on personality and personal ability. A person's nature cannot be changed or controlled.

The first Nature of that of the Alpha. They are naturally commanding people that feel at ease in large crowds, or when speaking before an audience. They hold a natural air of authority, and can compel an Omega who is in heat with the usage of tone range. An honorable Alpha will not do such a thing, as to compel an Omega without consent is both rape and theft, first of the mind and then of the body. Those that do compel an Omega usually do so only with their chosen mate, although exceptions have been made in the past - some do it to help friends or family relax, or to warn off other Alphas. In the case of using it against other Alphas, it becomes a fight between souls, rather than bodies. The stronger soul will emerge as victorious, and the lesser soul will be forced aside.

"Alphas are also the most obedient of the three Natures, constantly protecting and caring for those within their family, or those that meet their high standards. An Omega's empathy can call to an Alpha's obedient nature, making them a valuable weapon for the Omega. They are respectful and polite, and usually the first to take a step onto the battlefield. They can be stubborn, lazy or arrogant, and hold a danger of having a much shorter fuse than the other two Natures.

The second Nature is that of the Beta. Betas are the grey area between the black of the Alpha and the white of the Omega. They are the rarest of the three Natures, and those that hold them are usually highly sought after. Betas are stubborn, demanding and intelligent, usually best put in areas of high security or knowledge. They can be flexible in their methods, and act as a sort of divergence or backup on the battle field, rather than active attacker. If life they can be willful, yearning towards things that they can't achieve and seeking greater riches. They can be greedy, obnoxious and sometimes lackluster. They have no particular ability.

The third Nature is that of Omega. Those of this nature are usually empathetic and sensible, and can hold a charm of their own that often lures Alphas in. As most Omegas are delicate of body, they are watched over and cared for greatly, being as they are also the life-givers of the three. Omegas come into their first "heat", an ability that is much like a woman's period, once every moon. Every Omega is bound to a different moon cycle.

The cycle cannot be put off or disrupted, but the heat can be pushed down through the means of certain drugs. These drugs must be refused once an Omega becomes pregnant, or they could risk the child's life. Young Omegas who come into their first heat are often volatile and dangerous, and are usually aided by older Omegas who know the burn and can be spared the furious wrath of the younger's temper. It is unwise to pit an Alpha against a younger Omega during his first heat, as the scent of a virgin Omega will often drive the Alpha into a near-berserk frenzy, and the scent of the Alpha will in turn enrage the Omega, causing a bloody mating if it does occur.

It is usually wise to sedate an Omega during his first heat, and provide them with all they desire, keeping them in a comfortable environment with two or three other Omegas to talk to. There are those who can resist the call of the heat, and will dissuade matings through the usage of active violence. For those who are paired with such an Omega, a different approach is usually necessary. If they are truly stubborn and insist on putting themselves on the battlefield, it is best they be used only as healers or assistants, instead of active combatants, particularly if they are going through heat."

- Journal of Malik Al-Sayf, page 5.

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It took Desmond all but a minute to hear and recognize the words, to realize that Templars were coming for them, and he was in heat, and ... and...

"I've got to do something." He snapped on his hidden blade and pulled the sleeve over it, reaching for a black jacket to go over the hoodie, striding towards the door with purpose, only to be snagged a second later and dragged back. "Wh-what the heck Shaun, let me go!"

Shaun snarled at him, ignoring the order as he dragged the younger man back into place, Rebecca and Lucy already rushing around in an effort to pack everything up before the Templars reached the place. "What in the name of the bloody Queen of England do you think you're doing, Miles?"

"I'm stopping the Templars, what does it look like I'm doing? Now let me go, damn it!"

Shaun's grip tightened on his arm; Desmond yanked it away anyhow. "In case you have forgotten you little twat, you are still in heat. Meaning that every beta out there will smell you-- there's nothing to be done! We just need to pack up and--"

"No," Desmond argued back calmly, feeling something inside him shift, nudging against his being. "I need to do this, Shaun. I can look after myself."

Shaun's pupils were blown, eyes nearly solidly black. He couldn't seem to make up his mind whether to be angry or attracted. "Desmond you git, if you go out there--"

"I won't be found out. Please, just trust me on this, okay? You and Lucy and Rebecca can still pack up and leave if you want, and if you come back in fifteen minutes and the Templars are still here, you can leave without me. But I have to do this. For god's sake Shaun, that's what you put me in the Animus for!"

It took every bit of Shaun's willpower not to grab the ignorant fool and drag him back as he stepped out the door again, disappearing down the hall. He wanted to follow the tugging inside him, follow Desmond and make sure things end up alright, but at the same time his logical side was screaming that Desmond is an assassin, he isn't, and he and the others needed to bail before the Templars showed up and fucked everything to pieces.

/If you let him go, they'll destroy him./

A sick feeling washed over Shaun's mind, and in that instant he knew he couldn't leave the bloody wanker that had charged out into the fray without a second thought alone. He needed to follow and provide back up. Even if it might get him killed.

Shaun dug into his desk for his gun, grabbed his jacket and followed Desmond outside.

Charles moves forward, and steadies himself on hands placed either side of Haytham's hips. He lowers his head, noses at the straining fabric. He breathes deeply, and glances up to meet Haytham's eyes. He opens his mouth, caresses the bulge with his lips, tongue darting out to lick swirls and stripes upon the royal blue cotton.

Charles' gaze is steady, his ice-grey eyes fixed on Haytham's own. His right hand fumbles with the buttons of Haytham's breeches, yanking them down as far as he can while Haytham is still seated like this. Charles' head dips further, and Haytham can feel his mouth, hot and wet, sucking at him through the light fabric of his small clothes, and it's all he can do to stop his hips from jerking forward.

Haytham lets a small moan escape his throat, and Charles' mouth twitches into half a smile for a second. He moves with renewed enthusiasm, lapping with his tongue and scraping with his teeth. Charles unties his small clothes deftly, and applies his mouth to Haytham's flesh proper, taking him in completely.

Haytham sighs contentedly, and runs a hand through Charles' hair. He bobs his head, using his tongue to tease wickedly, sucking in the way he's learnt Haytham enjoys. Haytham cannot help but groan, hips twitching.

"Enough," he says, after one more blissful moment. As enjoyable as this is, the point of tonight is control. There will be plenty of opportunity to fuck Charles' face at some other time. "Smalls off."

Charles hesitates, so Haytham gives a sharp tug on his hair. He slides off with a wet sound, yanks his small clothes off, and watches with baited breath as Haytham rummages in the bedside table for a vial of grease.

"One," Haytham says, pressing it into Charles' hand. He settles back, and unties his own hair, as Charles coats his fingers. Haytham slowly pulls at the buttons of his jacket, and curls his other hand around his cock.

Charles braces himself on one hand, and leans back, reaching down and pressing one finger inside himself. His expression twists with the effort to stay relaxed, and his cheeks are flushing at the sight of Haytham stroking himself to this spectacle. He withdraws the finger slowly, then pushes back in.

"Faster," Haytham murmurs, at the third button down. Charles obliges, sliding his hand faster. When his brow ceases its furrowing, and his breathing grows heavier, Haytham speaks again.

"Two."

Charles reapplies grease to his hand, and obeys, letting out a light hiss. Haytham rewards him with a slight smile. He shucks off his jacket, and undoes his necktie. He traces circles on the head of his cock lazily, relishing the way Charles bites his bottom lip, wanting.

Charles flexes his fingers, stretching as much as he can. Haytham waits until the pain vanishes from his face.

"Three. Go deeper."

Charles lets out a grunt of pain as he forces slicked fingers back in. After a moment, he hisses and his hips jerk, evidently having managed to brush against that sweet spot deep within. Haytham slips his shirt over his shoulders, and works his hand just a little faster. He groans, both from pleasure and appreciation of the sight before him.

Charles' head falls back, and he gives a long, low moan. His breath hitches. Clearly, he is ready for more.

"Stop," Haytham says. "Get off the bed."

Charles looks at him, evidently confused. He complies regardless. Haytham slides down the bed, and lies back. Gives Charles a winning smile.

"Impale yourself."

ASDFGHJKL this is amazing! It's perfectly creepy and I can't wait to read more! Thank you, writer-anon! :D

Leonardo's words felt like a punch to his gut. /"What did you do with your desire, Ezio?"/ He focused on controlling his breathing, focused on not leaping across the distance and showing Leonardo what he's done with his desire, been doing with it for god-knows-how-long. Instead, he merely shrugged. "I have kept it locked up, of course. What good would it do me anywhere else? It is, after all, as you said... to reveal it would be far too dangerous."

The entire conversation thus far has been held with Leonardo's back to him; but now the artist turned and Ezio felt something hot and dangerously alive spark between them, burning away any ideas of denial he may have had. He knew he needed to get away - the chance of doing something Leonardo may not want is growing with each passing second, and Ezio's restraints have already become so thin. /You promised him you'd stay though./

Damn his inability to break promises.

Damn Leonardo for being so attractive.

Damn himself for being attracted to Leonardo.

And damn Claudia for setting him up like this!

Leonardo smiled, but it is more on the side of predatory than Ezio had ever seen. He longed to smile back, to pin the artist against the wall and show him just what sort of thoughts had gone on in the back of his head for god knew how long. Would Leonardo be the sort to encourage such filthy things, he wondered, or would he be silent, only letting his pleasure be known though quiet noises? "Ezio," Leonardo's voice dragged him back, "what would you do, if you were the object of another man's affections?"

For one heart-stopping moment, its all Ezio could do not to faint. The ground almost seemed to vanish beneath his feet and then reappear. He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, because its just a question after all. Despite his best efforts however, he couldn't stop his voice from coming out husky. "It... would depend on the person, I suppose. I can be very picky when I want to be, after all. But surely you know that, don't you... Leonardo?"

Wait, now where did that come from? What was he doing? He wasn't supposed to be coming on to his friend like this! He was supposed to listen to his woes, offer sympathy, not... not...

Fuck. Leonardo had taken another step forward, closing the distance. Why can't he pull back? Put some more distance between them? His body is frozen, unresponsive. He needs to leave now, before he puts himself into any more trouble...

"Ezio," Leonardo breathed, and its like they're in a dry forest, the spark between them threatening to burn the world away. "What would you do, if..."

"If?" Ezio asked softly, unable to stop himself. His undead heart is going, stopping, going again. He needed to hear this. He needed to know, even though he already does, needed to hear it from Leonardo himself.

"What would you do, if that person that loved you was me?"

And just like that, the spark between them ignites, and the world burns.

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This is a good place to stop. :D

Brb choking on my own spit in my joy. *foams at mouth*

Okay, so I gotta know. What's all this Omega stuff people keep posting about?

Very interesting.

I like how different the two pieces are. The reluctant pleasure and the very clear rape. It's really interesting because people sometimes tend to forget or deny the fact that reluctant pleasure is very much rape too, and this piece makes it very clear that, at the end of the day, it's very much about power.

You do wonderful power dynamics, anon.

It's heartbreaking if we think about the fact that Haytham Lee was probably conceived at this point.

Ugh, what a teaser you are! Such a meanie! But this is amazing and I loved the ending of this part. Can't wait for the rest!

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