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Desmond's inner slut

[(Anonymous)]

I'd love to see a fic where Desmond discovers his inner slut and gets his brains fucked out by Altair and/or Connor. Could be AU or Apple shenanigans.

Bonus points if there is DP or a facial involved.

Even more bonus points if Malik/Haytham/Clay/someone who isn't Shaun is watching from afar and gets off on it.

FILL: Insatiable 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

He must be a narcissist. A closet narcissist - that's one of the worst kinds. He must also be a liar and a seducer, because he's never been one for fucking men or leading them on like he has these two. Altair was raised in a strict family, one that made him bleed over his lack of control. His grandfather was always stern about control, always telling him that lack of it would lead him to ruin.

Well, it looks like he was right. Barely five minutes in bed with Desmond and Connor, and his control is shot to hell, and he's practically ruined. He's so ruined, he's tainting the others with it, dragging them down with him. He wants to say he regrets it, but with Demond's hot, lithe body around his cock and Connor's cock right there beside his, he's finding it hard to feel anything besides base desire.

They were teammates, dispatched to take care of a Templar invasion in one of the old temples that had once housed a goddess. There was no goddess, and the Templars were dead, leaving only them and the Piece of Eden they would eventually bring back to their superiors. So why were they still here? Why were they fucking in a blood-coated hall that had been abandoned for centuries? Altair could think of several reasons - the best excuse was blood lust. He and Connor had both been raised in the Assassin's grip, and had come to know the beast inside of them, that shadow that was more animal than man. Desmond was a newbie, and had no such beast inside him yet.

Connor and Altair had lost themselves in the blood lust, their bodies reacting to the stimulation with almost frightening haste. If not for Desmond, they probably would have torn each other apart just to get more of the feeling. But Desmond was here, and he had made the mistake of touching them, and they in turn had pinned him down and were in the process of ripping his clothes off while they fucked him raw, the sounds coming out of the boy's mouth only urging them onwards, making them take him harder, snarling and growling like a couple of wild wolves. Even when Desmond screams, body clamping down on their cocks and driving them both to the brink they don't stop; they keep moving, keep pushing him harder into the ground, shifting positions to keep all three of them going.

It's crazy, the amount of stamina they all have. Despite the fact that they've already come twice and are working towards their third orgasm, none of them are even considering stopping. Altair has shifted Desmond between them now, and holds his hips in a merciless grip as the former bartender rides them, nails embedding themselves in Connor's back. The idea that Desmond could very well be a slut for this sort of activity fills his mind. Altair thinks back to how calm and cold Desmond seemed before, compared to how he is now, and grins, biting down on the man's shoulder.

Even if he is a slut, he is their slut; they won't share with anyone. Connor seems to know that already, dark eyes alight with a possessiveness Altair knows he shares. They won't let anyone touch Desmond after this - they'll retreat to their rooms once they give the Piece of Eden up and fuck him into a stupor, completely ruin him for anyone else that wants to have him. They'll make it so that every time Desmond looks at another man, all he sees is them. They'll have him begging and pleading in no time at all - he's already done some of that, and its done wonderful things for their imaginations.

His headset crackles to life with all the grace of a dead man flying through the air, and suddenly Malik's enraged voice fills the air between them. "God damn it Altair!"

"What's your problem now, Al-Sayf?" Altair snaps, groaning lowly as Conner shifts, slowing down the thrusts to hide what they're doing. Desmond buries his face in Altair's neck, whimpering pitifully. The man wants to turn the whimper into a full-blow cry for more, but won't, not as long as Malik is on the line.

"The problem is you! Al Mualim wants to know where you are and what's going on! You've been gone for nearly two hours now!"

Is that all? Altair stills his thrusts and receives a sharp bite to the neck from Desmond, who's starting to snarl and growl his own self. Altair feels a sense of amusement, and allows his hands to curl around the back of the boy's neck and grip, stilling him. "We had a brief problem and had to side-track. The men are dead and we're just trying to locate the Piece of Eden is all." Before he can regret it he leans down and presses his lips to Desmond's, running his tongue along the inside of his partner's mouth, mapping it out while he waits for Malik to reply.

"What do you mean, locate it? It's right there in the room with you! You're standing across from it!"

Damn. Looks like they won't be able to finish this nicely after all. Altair starts moving rapidly, putting a hand over Desmond's mouth to muffle the cry and sending a look to Connor. He nods and starts moving harder, nearly knocking them into one another in a race to the finish. It doesn't take Desmond long to come and collapse, Connor nearly on his tail. Altair bites his lip as he finally hits his peak, hands tightening on the boy's soft flesh before withdrawing. He cleans them all up as he replies to Malik. "Figures. All right, we'll get it and be out. See you back at base in a few minutes."

"Altair." Malik's serious tone stops him. Behind him Connor and Desmond pick themselves up, Desmond doing so on dangerously wobbly legs.

"What?"

"Were you fucking the novice just now?!"

Altair can't help but grin at the outraged note in his friend's voice. "So what if I was?"

"You--- you were fucking the novice while I was-- wait a minute -- Connor's there with you isn't he? Goddamn it you two! What have I told you about fucking the novices?"

Altair rolls his eyes and cuts the transmission there, knowing he'll get a lecture when they return to base. Connor helps Desmond into the seat, Altair retrieves the Piece and tucks it away before hopping into the driver's seat of the waiting vehicle, glancing back at the rearview mirror. Even from here, he can see the bright red marks on Desmond's neck, and feels a swell of pride. The other's gaze meets his, and he can see the needy desire in them. He smirks. Slut indeed.

"When we get back to base, you two are to report to my room immediately. Is that understood?" He smirks when he gets two burning looks in reply, and they set off back towards home, the evening looking far better than before.

OP

[(Anonymous)]

Anon, I... am speechless
I don't even know what to say, I-I'm in love with this, and with you
Just take my everything, because my brain has shorted out with how hot and amazing this is
I am going to be re-reading this every day for the rest of my life

Re: FILL: Insatiable 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

Um.. wow. I mean, damn. That's just so damn hot.

Re: FILL: Insatiable 1/1

[(Anonymous)]

.....my new OTP