Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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Moment 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Hello, this is the awkward romance but actually really terrible smut with a splash of half-made-up character study thrown in for good measure. There may be a sequel, haven't decided yet. I hope this is all right, OP.

The air feels heavy, somehow. He's too hot, they both are. Whether that's the alcohol still slowly burning their throats and clouding their minds, or the sweltering summer heat not yet fully dissipated, Duncan's not entirely sure. What he is sure of, however, is that in this particular moment, this moment he'll regret later and pray to the Lord to wash away his sin of sex outside of marriage (even if it's just a hand job), he loves the taste of Clipper and whiskey on his tongue.

He can't get enough of the feeling of Clipper's flesh against his and the rough, inexperienced strokes the other man uses over them both and the teeth and tongue ravaging his mouth. He's braced against the wall, one hand gripping Clipper's cropped hair, the other running over the scarred skin and slight muscle of the other man's body. Their trousers are bunched around their thighs, and there is oil slicking their skin, just enough to make the friction feel fantastic. Clipper gasps into his mouth as Duncan rolls his hips into his grasp and God it feels so good.

He's high on lust, drunker than he's ever been, and he can't bring himself to give a damn if the other hear what they're up to or not. They probably wouldn't care all that much, though Connor would probably faint and he's not sure if he'd be able to handle the inevitable stares and whispers of the morning after. He can trust the Brotherhood not to turn them into the watchmen, though, which is something. But that't not why there's a little niggling feeling of doubt and guilt at the back of his mind.

He groans as Clipper's fingers slide lightly around the head of his cock. Duncan kisses him harder, squeezing Clipper's arse in appreciation. More. He needs more. Just a little more.

The guilt is there because this is something he's wanted for a long time. Though he'd kept fastidiously to his vow of celibacy while still ordained, his missionary work had been something of an eye-opener. The tribes he'd been sent to 'save' had, in fact, saved him. He wasn't sure exactly what he thought of their spirit-based religions, other than that they had the same basis of kindness and compassion that his Christianity sprung from. In all honesty, he'd not paid much attention to that, he'd been far more interested in their relationships. Specifically, the sort that could've gotten him hung at home (and still could, his brain reminds him).

The particular region he'd been based in had quite varied practices, when it came to things like gender and sexuality. Women dressing as men, men dressing as women, the very idea had shocked him at first, but it made a certain kind of sense. After all, some men were more suited to feminine things, just as some women were suited to masculine pursuits. He'd read up on the neighbouring tribes' polygamy and polyandry on the way over, not quite believing until he saw with his own eyes that people could live so differently. And the idea that some of these tribes not only allowed couples to be of the same gender, but also celebrated such unions… well, that had been quite the culture shock.

Ultimately, it had been that experience that had prompted him to leave the Church. He still believed, of course. He believed strongly in the Holy Spirit and the Virgin Mary and the Lord of All, the Trinity, the Beginning and End. But he couldn't quite bring himself to believe that they were the only right path to goodness or God and he'd become disillusioned, especially where men like himself were concerned. The inverts. The condemned. The unsalvageable.

In this particular moment, he can't believe that this sort of union is wrong. It feels so right, after all. Like their bodies were made for each other, that this was meant to be somehow. He'll feel differently in only a few hours, unsure how to approach Clipper in the morning, not knowing whether they're still best friends or something more or if their relationship has regressed into that of awkward strangers.

The wonderful tension in his gut is building, and he can't help but wonder if it's more intense than he ever remembers it being because he's too drunk to recall properly or because it's another man's hand on him, another body pressed against his own. He wonders if this feeling is gratitude or lust or even if it is love. He doesn't know, and he doesn't have the mind to ponder further. He's close, so close.

He whimpers into Clipper's mouth, and he knows Clipper is almost at the edge, with the way his hands are jerking faster and their hips are moving more urgently and the way Clipper's body trembles. Clipper moans in reply, and Duncan comes, long and hard and the breath is knocked out of him completely.

When he opens his eyes, unsure as to when he'd closed them, Clipper has already come as well. They lean against one another for a moment, regaining their breath and composure. Finally, Duncan takes a deep breath and lifts his head from the crook of Clipper's shoulder. He hesitates a moment, before kissing him at the corner of the mouth, a small thanks. Clipper gives him a small smile, and steps aside, allowing them to clean up as best they can despite their clumsy hands and intoxicated minds.

Duncan stumbles his way to one of the beds in the room, and flops down. He can already feel sleep threatening to take him, amongst the little niggling of doubt and guilt at the back of his mind. He's vaguely aware of Clipper crawling onto the hard mattress beside him; he knows that he ought to move or lock the door or something, so that nobody will know what they've just done if they come in, but he's too exhausted to care. Besides, this is Stephane's inn, the only people here for tonight and most of tomorrow are the people he trusts the most in the world.

At this moment, when reality is detaching and the blissful void of sleep beckons and Clipper is so warm, his arms wrapped around Duncan, everything seems just right.

Re: Moment 1/1

[purgatorio]

im crying i love this so much thank you

Re: Moment 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

i really never knew how much i needed this ship in my life until i read this fic. now i will go cry over how perfect this is and how there is nothing else of these two