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.

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OP FILLS - Connor/Hickey Drabble

[(Anonymous)]

...Listening to the Queen of the Damned Soundtrack inspired me to fill my own post. Damn horny vampires...


When the Assassin appears before him in the dead of night, Thomas Hickey hides his anxiety well and takes a long swig of liquid courage from the half empty bottle of whiskey. There's really nothing to be afraid of. The Assassin is one of those savages but barely more than a boy. Just another traumatized brat with a knife to cut down anyone and everyone that stood against his fairy-tail views of the world.

He leans back in his seat and belches loudly before smirking at the motionless killer. He's not scared. Not at all, what with the pistol clutched firmly in his hand.

"You gonna stand there all night, sweet'eart?" Hickey sneers in challenge.

The hooded phantom tilts his head as if considering. In a blink of an eye, he's standing right in front of Hickey, startling the older man badly. Before he could raise his pistol and blow the Assassin's brains out; a bone-breaking grip locks around his wrists and with one shake, both the bottle and weapon clatter noisily to the floor. He clumsily struggles to free himself, but the Templar is effectively pinned when the Assassin straddles his lap.

Hissing in disgust, Hickey's ready to buck the boy off until he looks up. The Templar's face becomes ashen, his mouth falls open to let out a startled whimper as smoldering gold orbs gazed upon him with rapt hunger. Those inhuman eyes - that looked like they belonged to a blood thirsty wolf - were no where near as frightening as the sharp canines when the boy pulled his lips back into a snarl.

Hickey wanted to scream or pray to a God he long since abandoned. However, no sound escaped his lips and he remained mute even as the Assassin leaned forward in his lap until their faces are centimeters apart. He takes a deep, shaky, breath hoping to work up some courage; but is startled as soft lips - softer than a woman - brush against his jaw.

"Wo...Wot?" he manages to gasp out before those lips cover his own, and silences him.

This one-sided kiss deepens, and a hungry tongue pushes past his lips, to mingle with his dormant one. Thomas debates whether or not he should try biting down regardless of the consequences until the Assassin's eyes narrow in warning. He freezes. Although the mouth upon his own is warm, the frigid amber gaze pierces deep, chilling him to the bone.

Despite his fear, Hickey found himself clumsily responding and moaning into the kiss. He had no idea why he was behaving this way. Perhaps it was the alcohol in his blood or the fact that the Assassin was grinding their bodies intimately together. His face is flushed. Sweat dews upon his forehead. Thomas' hands, now free, move on their own accord to take hold of the other male's hips. He's so hard... harder than he's ever been in his life.

His body jerks as the Assassin reaches between their bodies to rub against the bulge straining against his breeches. Hickey shudders in pleasure, barely noting the sharp teeth grazing his neck. The pressure is too much and he cries out in ecstasy as he comes, even when his throat is savagely ripped into. Blood and semen stain the Templar's clothes; but Thomas Hickey could care less in his final moments. He smiles blissfully as the Assassin climbs off, before death encroaches upon him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Connor sets down the piece of chalk after drawing an X over the portrait of Hickey, and licked his lips in satisfaction. Even though his latest victim was a disgusting bastard, his blood was just as sweet as his fellow Templar brothers; but even more so when aroused (a very pleasant discovery, Connor will have to thank Washington again the next time they meet). He takes a step back and gazes hungrily upon the unmarked pictures on the wall. Three down... and four more to go.

Re: OP FILLS - Connor/Hickey Drabble

[(Anonymous)]

Ahaha, wickedly delicious! :) Sorry you had to fill your own...uh...fill, but this was very nicely done~<3

OP

[(Anonymous)]

Heh thanks, though dying to see if anyone is tempted to do a vamp!Haytham/vamp!Connor fill

Re: OP

[(Anonymous)]

I'd like to read that very much.