Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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✩ Comment anonymously with a character/pairing and a kink/prompt.

✩ Comment is filled by another anonymous with fanfiction/art/or any other appropriate medium.

✩ One request per post, but fill the request as much as you want.

✩ The fill/request doesn't necessarily need to be smut.

✩ Don't flame, if you have nothing good to say, don't say anything.

✩ Have a question? Feel free to PM me.

✩ Last, but not least: HAVE FUN!

List of Kinks
Kink Meme Masterlist
New Kink Meme Masterlist
(Livejorunal) Archive
(Delicious.com) Archive
#2 (Livejournal) Archive
#2 (Delicious.com) Archive
(Dreamwidth) Archive <- Currently active
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Part 2
Part 3
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Cant help it

[(Anonymous)]

I'm pretty tired of reading Altair/Malik and Shaun/Desmond. Theres just too many pages and I spend too much time searching these pages when I could be doing something productive e.o;;

Malik/Desmond or Leonardo/Desmond!

Shaun, Lucy, or Rebecca (or all) tease Desmond when they find out Desmond he has a giant crush on one of his ancestor's partners. They find the whole thing sweet untill one of them walks in on him masturbating.

I'm open to the idea of just a fill of Desmond just having a man-crush and the masturbating emitted.

Re: Cant help it

[(Anonymous)]

Seconding! Need this like BURNING! I've seen a handful of LeoDes, but only like /one/ MalDes, ever. WouldbekindanicetoseesomemoreMalDez/Cough

Teasing the Past

[(Anonymous)]

They tease him. Continually.

Does it show how far from humanity he’s fallen when he prefers the company of a ghost over the company of real flesh?

He’s been having seizures, hidden somewhere deep within the sewers where he goes to relax. They always seem to strike there, always, and he fears if he has a seizure in front of them they will claim him possessed and lock him away. He doesn’t want to be locked away. He can feel Malik’s hands on him, helping him, guiding him, and he’s no longer in the sewers but in Malik’s hands in Jerusalem. He wakes from the seizures sore and tired, feeling dead inside and staring at his body from the outside, mildly alarmed. He can count on Malik to sleep by his side, to let him cry, to calm him down when things get to be too much.

Malik will take the knife from his hand and set it aside, brave and caring.

It’s the Malik of later years in Altaïr’s life, and perhaps that means that he’s bleeding worse than he thought because he’s lived every memory of Altaïr’s during his sleep, everything important. And Malik is no longer addressing him “Altaïr,” but as “Desmond,” and the idea that someone cares enough to treat him like a human being overwhelms him and makes him cry during the night, away from his father, from Shaun, from Rebecca.

They have no idea how much he loves Malik.

Malik is the only one who’s cared for him so far.

So how can he blame him when they walk in on him?

Malik has him up against the wall of the Bureau, his legs spread wide to accommodate the man. His lips are hard and forceful on his, their tongues dancing together in common form, and Malik has a hand between his legs, jerking him off slowly and wringing quiet whimpers and moans from his mouth. His hips rock into the man’s grip as Malik murmurs praises he’s wanted to hear for so long into his ear.

“You’re beautiful, Desmond,” the man murmurs on the downward stroke.

“Altaïr is put to shame,” he whispers on the upward.

He murmurs Malik’s name reverently as his hips jerk into the grip, the man’s facial hair scraping along his neck as he kisses his way down to his collarbone.

Malik seems to know when he’s nearing the edge, because he picks up the pace and soon, too soon, he’s spilling into the man’s hand, and his head falls back against the wall as he catches his breath, crying, and Malik is kissing his tears and calling him an idiot, the best idiot he’s ever met, and he feels so loved for once. His eyes flicker open, and he can see William standing there, looking shocked, and Desmond can’t be half-assed to care as he reaches up and fists Malik’s robe, sobbing into his shoulder, his dick hanging out of his pants and his shirt on the floor, and he can feel the man’s warm hand around his waist, letting him cry.

He doesn’t see William shaking his head disapprovingly and walking away disgusted.

Then again, if Giovanni was here, as he sometimes was when he had bad nightmares, perhaps things would be better. Perhaps things would be easier.

But Malik just gathers him in his arm and then helps him right himself.

The others fear him.

The others hate him.

The others despise him.

The others don’t care about him. Just that he gets his job done at all cost.

So how can he be to blame when he sacrifices himself to meet the man who’s been waiting to comfort him?

Re: Teasing the Past

[(Anonymous)]

Not-OP!Anon here. Just. Oh my GOSH, writer!Anon. This was /beautiful/. You've successfully threw a feels-punch right into my solar plexus. Thank you for filling! ;n;