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I ended up staying up til 5am writing, no regrets xD Set in Brazil as per request!anon's suggestion w/ dub-con. Sorry if Daniel’s OOC, it's been a while since I read The Fall…
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When Desmond came to, he couldn't see a thing.

The blindfold was tight; enough to hold his eyes shut, but not quite enough to hurt. The real pain came from the back of his skull, throbbing violently; a result of blunt force. Slowly and carefully, he lifted his head, twisting his head this way and that, his neck stiff. He seemed to be lying on concrete, perhaps a warehouse?

No hidden blade. Fuck, fuck. His hands were tied behind his back with a thin piece of plastic, almost tight enough to cut off blood circulation. In fact, it probably was. The nerves in his fingertips were buzzing and beginning to ache.

Breathe. Breathe. It's alright. Fuck. You can do this. You only have to survive long enough for Shaun and Rebecca to find you, right? Where the fuck are they?!

Slowly, Desmond curled his twitching fingers inward to his wrist, trying to diagnostically analyse his handcuffs, but he instantly froze when he heard footsteps approaching him. The sound echoed through the building loudly.

"Rargh!" A hand gripped him hard behind the head by his hair and yanked violently. The headache came back with a vengeance. There was a laugh, loud and barking, before Desmond was firmly yanked up to his feet, his head throbbing and spinning from the sudden movement, almost nauseatingly so, and then he was pushed down into a chair. The hard, wooden back of the chair dug painfully into his arms.

"Who--" The assassin coughed violently, "Who the fuck are you?" the sound of another chair scrapping loudly against the ground could be heard, then the rustle of movement and the sickening feeling of a gun being pressed to the centre of his forehead.

"I'm just like you." Desmond could hear the grin, and the voice was vaguely familiar, too.

"Don't fuck with me." another laugh, almost hysterical.

"'Don't fuck with you'?! Look at you! Tied up! Blindfolded! Gun to the head! 'Don't fuck with you'-- I'll fuck with you as much as I want!" Desmond scowled and his captor only snorted.

"You really don't know who I am? Guess."

"... I don't--"

"GUESS." And, shit, that was definitely the click of a safety trigger. Desmond wracked his brain. The voice was familiar, it was!

"Come on, Desmond." the gun pressed harder. He'd heard it somewhere... From not long ago... But... It... Was it manhattan? Yes! The Abstergo agent! Rebecca was talking about him a few days ago. But his name... What was his name?!

"Daniel! Daniel... Cross?" Desmond stumbled out, and suddenly, the gun was gone, and the blindfold too. The brunette winced as he opened his eyes, his sight blurry and unfocused under halogen lights.

"Correct!" Daniel grinned, tossing the blindfold to the side.

They were in a carpark, most likely underground. The pillars were emblazoned with a large B4, so, shit, they were pretty far underground, too. Bad reception, probably no reception at all. There was only one car in the corner back, few bothered to find a spot this far down, but a motorbike sat not far from Daniel, keys still in the ignition, probably so that he could make a quick escape if needed to... Though if Desmond could somehow work his way free from these binds...

Daniel himself sat a mere foot in front of Desmond, his chair facing chest to back, with his legs spread wide to bracket the base of the back of the chair and his arms resting over the top.

"What do you want from me?"

"Dunno," Daniel looked around the carpark aloofly, "a little fun?"

"Fun?" Desmond's nose scrunched, half in confusion and half in horror, "... What kind of fun?"

Daniel just hummed and said suggestively, "Well, we can have some of the fun you're thinking of too."

"I wasn’t thinking of any kind of fun." And certainly not that kind.

"But you are now, and you want to."

"I don't want."

"You are a pretty good lookin' guy, I guess," Daniel smirked, "But what should we do?"

"I. Don't. Want. To."

"You could suck my dick?" Daniel's eyelids lowered slightly and Desmond flushed, "I could suck yours."

"Y-you--!" Desmond choked on his own words, shocked by Daniel's tenacity, "What the fuck?!" Daniel's smirk just morphed into a shit-eating grin.

"Well now I just have to," Daniel paused in thought, his eyes trained uncomfortably on Desmond’s crotch, "yours it is!"

And with that and another flash of a grin, Daniel jumped out of his seat, moving the chair to the side with a kick that almost toppled it, and dropping to his knees.

"I swear to motherfucking God, you better stop right now." Desmond put a foot onto Daniel's chest and tried to push him away, but the Abstergo agent simply twisted his torso away from the foot and hit Desmond's ankle hard on the side so that his shoe simply skid right off him.

"Now, now..." Daniel sighed unzipping Desmond's fly and slowly kneading his flaccid cock through his briefs. Despite Desmond's complaints and refusals, it didn't take long to become semi-hard.

"Fuuck..." Desmond desperately wished he had his hands free so he could hide his fucking face, but he had to make do with throwing his head back. And that seemed to work okay for a while until he felt a hot mouth over his shaft through his briefs, tongue working slowly over the fabric and, Jesus fuck, he had a tongue piercing. He couldn't help but let his legs fall further apart. He could feel the quirk of Daniel's smirk on him, and Desmond flicked his head back down with a glare,

"Don't you fucking say a- aahh fuck..." just the sight of Daniel, along with the feeling his mouth sucking now... Desmond bit his bottom lip and flicked his head back up to the ceiling, resolving to never moan again.

Daniel lifted his mouth off of Desmond, and the assassin fought the urge to whine.

"I wasn't going to say anything." Daniel said as he pulled the briefs down and freed Desmond's cock, the cold air hitting it hard and causing Desmond's hips to jerk slightly.

"Just..." Desmond looked back down, and, fuck, the sight of his erection, the wet briefs and Daniel's smirk...

"Hmm?" a hand fondled his balls, slowly but firmly, and Desmond bit his lip again.

"... Just do it." Desmond muttered. Daniel saluted him cockily, and without another breath, took Desmond's dick into his mouth, almost whole. The assassin's hips jerked suddenly and Daniel's forearm, the same arm still holding the fucking gun, safety still off, came slamming down on his hips to keep them steady, and somehow that only made Desmond want to moan even more.

Slowly, Daniel drew himself back up the shaft, until only the head remained in his mouth, then, with his free hand gripping the base, he flicked his tongue over the head and sucked, making sure his piercing flicked over the slit. Desmond felt like he was about to slide right out of the chair from how he was trying to simultaneously raise his hips off it and push himself closer to Daniel. His feet rolled up so only the heel of his sneakers were on the floor.

"Aggh... Shit yes... Just like that..."

Daniel alternated between pumping his mouth up and down the shaft, piercing pressed against the underside, and playing with the head, all the while keeping the sucking constant, his cheeks hollowed out. It didn't take long for Desmond to come, with a particularly hard jerk of the hips as the only warning, his mouth hanging open in a caught gasp before exhaling with a groan. The Abstergo agent simply caught it all in his mouth, lifted himself up and spat quite vulgarly onto the ground. Desmond was rather disgusted, but he couldn't expect him to swallow, especially in this... This situation...

"Sh- Shit, man,” Desmond was still panting, “What the FUCK is wrong with you?! Oh my god, I can't... I can't even..." he flushed and looked down at his crotch.

"I'll get that for ya, pal," Daniel grinned, tucking Desmond away again and doing the zip back up. The damp briefs were uncomfortable but bearable.

"Y-You-- you think you can just kidnap people and just... What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"Everything, really, so stop asking, and besides, what's done is done. You liked it anyway." Daniel shrugged as he drew his chair back and sat back down on it.

"I did not!"

"Well don't act like you did, then. And if you didn't want it to happen, you shouldn't have been so entertaining to tease."

"Fuck you!" Desmond spat, and Daniel just laughed. Desmond had never been so embarrassed in his life. He tucked his chin into his chest and groaned. He couldn’t even follow what was happening right now. Daniel only lifted his gun as if to inspect it, and to the assassin’s relief, he flicked the safety back on.

"But now it's time to get down to business," Daniel brushed off Desmond's anger, which only made the brunette seethe even more, "So, how is it?" the blonde asked conversationally.