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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
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FILL: Our Paradise 17/18
(Anonymous) 2013-03-18 09:45 am (UTC)(link)"I've spent my entire life waiting for you, Leonardo. With the gods as my witness, I cannot wait a second longer," Ezio told the artist as he slowly began to stroke the flesh in his hand, thumb rubbing against the head in a teasing movement. Leonardo jerked when he pressed down just slightly, trying to steady his own breathing. He would not be passive participant in this - he had already promised himself that. But heaven help him if Ezio wasn't a terrible distraction with his hands!
"Damn you and your distractions, Ezio. They will be the second death of me."
Ezio grinned, leaning down to plant a kiss on his nose. "That's the idea."
Leonardo growled, mustering up his strength. "Well, I disagree with it. Let's try it my way for a while, shall we?" And before Ezio could ask what he meant, he had pushed off from the wall and toppled the assassin onto his back, Leonardo straddling him suggestively. "There, much better, don't you think?"
"W-where did you learn that?" He seemed caught between arousal and surprise. Leonardo grinned, and began working on Ezio's shirt, pulling it apart easily and pushing it aside, purring at the sight before him. Ezio had developed some truly nice muscles due to his training, with just the right amount of body hair thanks to his heritage. All in all, quite a lovely specimen, if Leonardo was being honest. Without answering Ezio's question, he lowered his mouth to the man's chest and started exploring in earnest, occasionally employing his teeth to leave little marks behind. The curses he earned from such marks told him that Ezio was far from displeased.
Lower and lower he went, hands running down before his mouth to unlace the traitorous pants that kept him from where he wanted to go the most. Ezio watched him unblinkingly, gaze reminding Leonardo of the predatory stare birds gave their meals before devouring them. The thought made him shiver.
Neither said anything as Leonardo's mouth enveloped Ezio; the assassin did not attempt to force him down lower or demand he suck harder, although his body did go rigid and his hands clench, the hiss of air above him telling Leonardo of just how hard Ezio fought to control himself. This would be their first time together, and while both men held their own kinks and ideas, neither wanted the first time to be a rough mess of blood and demand. It would remain as give and take unless they both came to an agreement on the matter.
Leonardo took Ezio as far down his throat as he could, nose occasionally brushing the small dark patch of hair at the base of his cock. It seemed like he had barely gotten started when Ezio's voice rasped out, demanding he back off and turn around. Curious at what his lover had in mind, Leonardo did so before returning to his work.
He jerked slightly when wet fingers brushed against his ass, pushing past to rub against the hole. Ezio was gentle, carefully nudging the tip of a finger past before moving on. Leonardo didn't attempt to hold back his noises, knowing that he was pleasuring Ezio in the process. The finger went deep before retreating, Ezio muttering something that sounded like, "Good."
Before the artist could figure out what Ezio had meant, a tongue had replaced the finger, the sensation of something so good nearly causing Leonardo's body to give up the ghost. He pulled himself off of Ezio's cock, too busy trying not to fall apart to worry about leaving his partner empty of relief. "E-Ezio..."
But as quickly as he had started, Ezio had finished and removed his tongue. "I know, Leonardo. Turn, face me."
Knowing what was coming and needing no further instruction, Leonardo discarded the pants that still clung to one leg and remounted Ezio, hand slipping down to hold the man in place while he lined them up. Ezio's hands gripped his hips, eyes watchful. "Take your time, Leonardo. Don't rush on my account; just relax and enjoy this, alright?"
The words were welcomed, although some rueful part of Leonardo's mind pointed out he was hardly a blushing virgin about to be deflowered. Still, the thought was appreciated, and Leonardo slowly sank down, biting down on his lower lip at the familiar burn. He didn't stop until he was seated fully, the feeling of being filled making his toes curl. Just how long had he waited for this? How many nights had he dreamed of riding Ezio senseless in the exact same way? And now everything he had ever wished for was right here, ready to be taken, with Ezio's full consent no less.
A pair of thumbs gently stroked his hipbones, reminding him of his patient partner. Leonardo paused for a moment before starting up, putting the hidden muscles in his legs to use. The strangled wheeze Ezio uttered on the first stroke made him laugh openly and push down just a little bit harder, clenching as he pulled back up. The assassin's lips curled into a snarl, black eyes nearly crazed with lust. "Do not test me, Leonardo."
"And if I refuse?" Ooh, the idea of testing Ezio while in such a position...
The smile Ezio gave was pure predatory, and made all the muscles in Leonardo's body feel like goo. "Then I will turn us over and fuck you into the ground."
Now that sounded like a lovely idea. He knew even in such a state, Ezio would never hurt him -- he trusted the assassin in that area, without a doubt. So he smiled and tilted his head just so, eying the man he rode hungrily. "Is that a promise, or a threat, amore?"
That was the straw to break the camel's back. In the next instant Ezio had swapped their positions and was making good on his word, gripping the artists hips tight enough to bruise and fucking him into the ground, his growls in near-perfect sync with Leonardo's screams. The only thing Leonardo could do was cling to the ground and hang on, Ezio striking his prostrate with surprising accuracy and making the liquid coil in his body wind tighter and tighter, until he was begging, sobbing for release. He felt safe, happy and loved, and all while being fucked out of his mind by one of the deadliest assassins to ever grace Firenze.
How insane was that?
Ezio eventually took pity on him, releasing one of his hips to wrap around Leonardo's cock, stroking him until the coil exploded, taking first Leonardo and then Ezio down in a fiery blaze. Ezio ground against him as he finished, pulling back just when the artist was sure he'd go mad. Boneless, sated and exhausted, the two collapsed in a sweaty heap; across the town the music changed once again, from upbeat and happy to something more peaceful and calm. Together with Ezio's heartbeat, Leonardo thought it made a beautiful sound.
"A...Are you alright, Leonardo?"
The blond chuckled lightly, and reached up to run his fingers through Ezio's hair, appreciating the warmth given by his partner's body as the sweat began to cool. "I'm better than alright, Ezio. Much better, in fact. Thank you for that."
A butterfly kiss was placed on his chin, and then his cheek and finally his forehead. Ezio smiled down at him, exhausted but clearly happy. "You're more than welcome, Leonardo."
They lay there and listened as the last of the festivities got underway, forcing themselves upright a short time after that to redress and head back to Leonardo's house for sleep. Ezio forgot about Claudia, who unbeknownst to him had watched the entire scene and was smiling serenely at her brother's back beside Federico. She prayed that the next life would be kind to them, and perhaps, if luck should fall correctly, they might be allowed to love much earlier this time...
FILL: Our Paradise 18/18
(Anonymous) 2013-03-18 10:07 am (UTC)(link)"Stefan?"
"Here."
"Alex?"
"Here."
"Christine?"
"Here!"
"Yomiel?"
The sound of snoring came back as a reply. The kids in the classroom laughed, the teacher throwing her hands up in frustration as she stormed over and shook the shoulder of the snoring boy. "Yomiel, wake up this instant! This is Geography class, not sleeping class! Now get up! Lazy boy," she grumbled.
Yomiel Andrews yawned, blinking unnatural gold eyes at the woman before him. She forced away a shudder and pushed his hood back, revealing the long, tied-back blond hair underneath it. "Put your hood down while we're in class, or its detention. And pay attention!"
The boy grumbled and waved her away, propping his face on one of his hands and resigning himself to an early grave by their Geography teacher. She was so boring, she could easily talk anyone to death. That included handsome boys like himself, who didn't deserve such a fate. Eventually he just tuned her out and started doodling on his notebook until class let out, at which point he headed outside to the benches for lunch.
Everyone tended to avoid him because of his spooky gold eyes, which was fine by him because it meant he had more time to himself instead of worrying about the chattering of others (girls not included, of course). Today however was different. The tiny red thread on his pinkie was tugging again, informing him that the person on the other end was getting closer. Without looking up from his book, he tugged back on it, informing his lover of where he was.
Eventually he was joined by a skinny, freckle-faced boy splashed with paints, short black hair tucked behind his ears and a red beret perched atop his head. "Ezio, is that really anyway to greet your lover?"
'Yomiel' raised a brow, smirking but not looking up from his book. "I could say the same of you, Leonardo. No kiss three days in a row? Tsk tsk, you must really hate me."
"I don't hate you, love, but you haven't brushed your teeth--"
"I have so! I did it last night, because you kept harping on me about it!" The blond finally looked up from his book, a pout coming to his features as he examined his long-time lover. Although both boys looked only fifteen, they had known each other for centuries - quite literally. "It's fine you know, I get it, your art projects are more important than me. Maybe we should just break up--"
At that, Leonardo made an indignant, angry sound and reached forward, seizing him by the front of his shirt and pulling him in for a passionate kiss and left them both gasping. In the process Ezio managed to climb into Leonardo's lap, shivering at the feeling of their arousals brushing together. "...I take that as a no to the break up idea?"
"Ezio Auditore, if I wasn't willing to let you escape me while we were waiting for our reincarnations to start up, what makes you think I'll let you escape now that we have new bodies? You are mine, you devious little assassin, and I intend to keep you as long as our souls are bonded." Reaching down and taking the hand with the red string on it, Leonardo kissed the other boy's pinkie finger, ignoring the desperate little noise the other made in the back of his throat.
Ezio tried not to blush and failed. "Y-you know, I'm not technically an assassin anymore..."
"No more than I am a Renaissance master, but I can still paint and do beautiful artworks that are compared to Leonardo da Vinci himself, now can't I? I imagine the day we sign you up for cooking class is the day we see the re-emergence of your personality." Another kiss, this one much more chaste than the last.
"You ARE Leonardo da Vinci, Leonardo."
"Yes, but no one else apart from you and me knows that, now do they?"
A third kiss was delivered, neither boy noticing that by now they had attracted a small crowd of onlookers, some disgusted, some amused and many more still blushing and giggling. Neither did they notice a teacher storming over, looking utterly shocked when the two went in for a fourth kiss, this one much more slow and sensuous than the previous ones.
They did however, notice when she slapped her ruler on the table. Leonardo was the first to recover. "Yes, can we help you with something?"
The teacher's head reared back at the tone. It was overly-polite, in the same way one might pass a subtle threat, or say, "We really don't want you here, but we'll humor you anyway."
"You two. Front office. NOW!"
Yomiel groaned and buried his head in the other boy's shoulder. "Do we have to? Can't you just tell the rest of the idiots over there we're playing Doctor or something equally educational?"
In the end, both of them ended up separated and in detention, but Leonardo didn't stop laughing all the way to the office, where Ezio proceeded to inform the principal that Leonardo was his lover and YES they knew exactly what they were doing, thank you very much. Needless to say, it didn't go over well. But that was Ezio, ever faithful, regardless of the opinions of others.
Just the way Leonardo had always liked him, and would continue to for many centuries more.
THE END YO
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anon would like to at this time say she is sorry for crappy smut and crappier ending. But I hope you at least somewhat enjoyed the fill? If OP wants anything rewritten, let me know and I'll do it, k?
OP
(Anonymous) 2013-03-23 05:13 pm (UTC)(link)Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2013-03-24 02:17 am (UTC)(link)