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This is awesome, but has it been abandoned?

This isn’t abandoned! Sorry, I had so much crap to do in the past few weeks… (Oh god, it’s been that long?) Either way, I managed to finish Brohood not long after posting the fourth chapter and I subsequently went to visit the Ubisoft studio in Shanghai! It was cool af. I saw people designing animals and ships in the AC area. I saw them working on Rabbids and Far Cry Primal. I saw them playing EA games in the common room (?) like place XD. They were playing FIFA, lol. I was fangirling so hard at seeing the Frye twins and Arno and Connor and Edward and Ezio and Altair on posters, banners and the PPT we were shown! I got to see level designing and motion-capture acting (but not in person, through a video… Still pretty cool though, especially the motion-capture of a leap of faith)! *Fangirl Squeal* It. Was. EPIC.

But… Back to the story! I finally have a better understanding of La Volpe and Ezio’s characters!

I suddenly realized that the canon plotline, especially the timeline, might not fit with the story. But, eh, whatever.

-

La Volpe was grounded when he realized carrying Ezio and staying away from rooftop guards was too hard to do at the same time, especially in this area. They had made good time across Rome, but Ezio had wandered quite far from the Tiber Island Hideout, right into a Borgia controlled area. He was on guard as he stalked through the streets of Rome.

It was with a relieved sigh that he came into sight of one of the renovated tunnels and quickly opened the gate. Ezio had done well in ridding areas of Borgia influence and renovating Rome so far. He respected the assassin greatly, even if the man was annoying at times, and that wouldn’t change with the revelation of his other gender. Which was one of the reasons why La Volpe kept such a tight hold on his own desires while transporting Ezio across the city. Had it been anyone else, he would’ve probably left them there after saving them. Or even just ignored them altogether. He wasn’t a saint, after all. He was a thief.

While the tunnels provided a much needed shortcut, La Volpe was beginning to think that it may have been better to travel aboveground. At least there, the wind would disperse Ezio’s scent but there wasn’t much of a chance of that happening down here. So, he breathed through his mouth, still inhaling Ezio’s heat scent, but not as intensely as before. He gripped onto Ezio’s still blessed-out form tighter. ‘

He would not take advantage of Ezio.

Desire itched under his skin and sweat beaded on his forehead but he managed to reach the hideout without incident, just as Ezio came out of his trance.

-

Machiavelli wasn’t gullible or naive. In fact, most people who knew him would’ve called him the epitome of pragmatic cynicism, though he personally thought that was a little over the top. There was always someone who was ‘more,’ after all.

Either way, this meant he never let expectations or assumptions shape his view. He was always on guard for the unexpected, always thinking of the route to take that would lead to the most certain and most secure conclusion. This was why his personal code of conduct said to never let an enemy live unless their death would empower other hostiles. This was why he had been so irritated at Ezio’s decision of letting Rodrigo Borgia live. In the end, he had been right, and the decision had come to bite them back in the form of the Monterigioni Siege.

He did not take on a haughty attitude for that though. Whatever happened was in the past and acting superior or angry about the entire debacle would only serve to anger Ezio and reduce their overall productivity. There was no point and nothing to forgive. To act as if there was would be a show of foolish stupidity. They could only work to change the future.

That was all in the past.

Now, in the present, Niccolo felt shock take him by the throat for perhaps the first time in his life. He stood stock still, surprise and anger written over his face as La Volpe walked in, carrying a half dressed Ezio that stunk of heat.

Understanding hit him like a tidal wave. Wet, cold, and soaking him to the bone.

Ezio was a fucking Omega.

And he never told them. Ezio never told Niccolo.

Because they must have known. It wasn’t possible that they didn’t know.

Niccolo was usually cool headed, but now he found himself glaring with a snarl, even as Ezio cringed and La Volpe’s narrowed his eyes. The old fox’s entire posture was tense with self-restraint and Nicoolo felt a beat of smugness at being not even close to affected by Ezio’s heat scent.

“You’re an omega,” he hissed, his voice sharp, but not betraying the anger he wanted to voice. He didn’t let Ezio or Volpe answer, but he noticed how Ezio bowed his head in shame, clinging more to La Volpe and the old fox’s lips thinning with displeasure. “You’re an omega and you never told us? Do you know how much trouble you could’ve caused? How utterly irresponsible you have been? One slip up and you could’ve ruined everything! You aren’t fit to be Il Mentore of the Brotherhood if this is what you go and do. Endangering both yourself and the entire Brotherhood like this, what were you thinking?!”

He was cut off by a snarl and his eyes narrowed at the way La Volpe’s pupils dilated, entire body emitting hostility. “You haven’t the right to scold him. If Ezio wanted to safeguard this aspect of himself then he was right to do so. Especially from people like you,” La Volpe retorted, voice cold and much calmer than he looked.

For a moment, Niccolo was stunned and confused into silence. By the time he had recovered enough to think to demand what on earth La Volpe was implying, the thief had already left, Ezio still in his arms.

-

Ezio lay stiffly in La Volpe’s arms as the other stormed away from Machiavelli. He could only be glad that his recruits were all away on missions and not here to witness the thief and the previous de-facto leader of the Brotherhood ripping into each other. Especially while Ezio was in heat and Machiavelli was still being suspected of being a taitor.

Il Mentore, though.

Ezio wasn’t sure if he felt touched that Machiavelli had been considering him for that position, disappointed that he’d probably retract it, or just overwhelmed and ashamed at his current situation.

But La Volpe had defended him and had even resisted his heat scent all the way over.

He kept silent, a tightness in his chest building as La Volpe kicked open a door to a guest bedroom in the hideout and deposited Ezio on the bed.

His breath caught in fear as he bounced once before settling.

He knew it. Even if this was La Volpe, who had refrained from claiming Ezio all the way over, the thief was still planning to take him.

He squeezed his eyes shut. La Volpe was still an alpha, and what alpha wouldn’t take an omega in heat? After all, omegas were good for nothing but warming beds and bearing children. He felt tears trickle from his eyes as he braced himself for the feeling of a heavy body over his, pressing him into the mattress.

Ezio flinched as something fell onto him, only to blink his eyes open in surprise when he realized that it was a blanket. He looked up at Volpe, who had exasperation written into the tensed lines of his face.

“Don’t look at me like that. Sleep off the heat as much as you can, Ezio. I’ll make sure everyone knows to leave you be,” the other informed him, turning to leave. However, Ezio quickly reached out and grabbed his cloak before he could.

“W-wait,” his own voice sounded small and scared, but he couldn’t care less. He didn’t think he’d be able to endure a heat like this alone. It was already bordering on unbearable, a raging inferno trying to break free within him. He took a deep breath. Ezio wasn’t completely certain about this, about how vulnerable it might make him, but he couldn’t bring himself to care. It wasn’t so much that he wanted an alpha and La Volpe was there, but that he didn’t think he could bring himself to do this with any other alpha.

“Share my heat with me.”

Loved it! I'm so glad it hasn't been abandoned! I can't wait for the next chapter!

Okay this shit is balls-to-the-wall here we go. Abstergo gets hold of Desmond and finds out that his special First Civ DNA grants him MPREGABILITY in addition to everything else. So, evil bastards that they are, they start using him to breed a pool of superpowered slaves/soldiers. Angst it the fuck up, y'all. Bonus points if the Assassin team comes to rescue him and finds him super heavily pregnant and he's,like, trying to not give birth as they battle their way out of the facility.

More bonus points if he's empathically connected to all his children and they organize a mutiny (suggested by a friend of mine).

Okay, so, I swear there’s a good reason to my lateness. I’m not used to writing fluffy smut. Nope, not at all. I can write super-possessive smut, obsessive-bordering-non-con smut, actual non-con smut, rough smut, but fluffy sweet smut? Never tried it… (I also have a couple of essays/research papers to write, but… well…)

I hope this is good enough…

-

As soon as the words were out of Ezio’s mouth, La Volpe stiffened in surprise. He turned, slowly, and carefully studied Ezio for a moment, not daring to breathe. His control was close to snapping, his inner beast rising to the surface.

Ezio was panting softly, looking distressed, but determined. He held his gaze for a while, but when La Volpe didn’t answer, he let go and lowered his gaze.

“What are you saying, Ezio? I don’t want to take advantage of you,” La Volpe bit out, trying to breathe as little as was possible. His beast was slamming itself against the iron walls in his mind, trying to break through. But La Volpe respected Ezio too much to let it free.

“You won’t be,” Ezio immediately replied, head snapping up to glare at him. And there was the Ezio he knew, determined and strong against all odds. He could still scent the apprehension in the air, but Ezio had managed to push it back. “I know I won’t be able to bear this heat alone, La Volpe. I need you.” Ezio was practically begging by now, but what really destroyed the last barrier was when Ezio shifted expression into something much more seductive and smiled, tugging one side of his shirt past a shoulder.

The walls came crashing down and La Volpe pounced.

-

Ezio was too far gone to protest when a heavy body pressed him down into the mattress. The heat inside him had been steadily rising, growing to a crescendo. He could barely think, it happened too fast. It overwhelmed him suddenly, and he didn’t have to presence of mind for intelligent thought beyond what could get that Alpha – La Volpe – to get the hell over here and fuck him.

(In some small, forgotten, rational part of his mind, guilt and terror battled for ground)

The kiss was surprisingly chaste, a mere brush of lips on lips. La Volpe pulled away slightly, hands sliding down Ezio’s arms to rest on his wrists. His face was twisted between lust and guilt and he seemed to fight with his urges for a moment before lust won out. “I’m sorry.”

And then he was everywhere, teeth nipping at Ezio’s bared neck, fingers caressing Ezio’s toned stomach and chest and pushing his shirt out of the way. Ezio hummed as the touch left trails of fire in its wake. It burned, but it burned so good, soothingly. He wanted more. He was hard and flushed, and every brush of robes against his heated skin made the flames jump higher.

But then his breath caught and an embarrassing moan fell from his lips as those fingers caught his nipple on the way up. La Volpe stilled above him, hands coming to a stop at his sides. Then, those fingers made their way back, and a rough thumb rubbed at the stiff pink nubs on his chest. “Ah… ah…” he bit his lip, feeling his blood rush and shivers run through his body. It was like he had been struck by lightning, in a way that made him arch up into the touch for more.

And then Volpe’s mouth was kissing down his chest and… and… “Mio Dio!”

Warm, wet heat closed itself around the sensitive flesh as its twin was squeezed between two fingers and twisted. Ezio dissolved into incoherent cries as Volpe continued to nip and twist, whole body trembling and hypersensitive. It was almost torturous, this pleasure. Intense, but not nearly enough to bring him relief. He could feel slick dripping from him as the stimulation continued.

Tears gathered in his eyes; it was too much. This heat was too much. His hands rose and fisted themselves into sheets above his head as he panted for breath.

He twisted weakly and squirmed, tears running down his cheeks as the older man showed no sign of stopping the gentle, but all too overwhelming assault. It was only when Ezio’s mouth opened in soft pleas of “Please stop! Please… more” that Volpe looked up and drew away, leaving his nipples swollen and red and glistening with saliva.

The alpha gentled him with comforting words and noises, pressing a gentle kiss to Ezio’s forehead and rubbing his side in comfort. His tears were licked away by a deft tongue, and Ezio was boneless again when fingers rubbed that strange spot on his wrists, light like he could just float away.

Before he could though, he yelped as teeth bit into the junction between his neck and shoulder, hard enough to bruise, but not to break skin. The pain was accompanied by a strange sense of pleasure that sparked in his viens. A tongue soothed the spot not long after as if in apology. Teeth continued to nip at his bared neck, worrying the skin there and surely leaving possessive marks behind.

Something warm swelled in the omega and he tilted his head back, giving the thief more access. It felt good to be claimed, to be wanted.

He felt the alpha’s hands on his hips, tugging at his breeches and he eagerly complied with the silent demand, lifting his hips up. It was then he realized that some time ago, Volpe had also undressed, wearing nothing but his breeches that hung low on his hips.

Ezio felt saliva pool in his mouth and he swallowed thickly, transfixed by the bulge there. Before he knew what he was doing, he had flipped them around, hands reaching for the edge of Volpe’s breeches. The alpha seemed startled by the sudden change in position, but beyond a surprised growl, made no move to stop Ezio, so the omega took that as permission.

Inexperienced hands pulled out the alpha’s erection from within its confines and the musky scent drew him in. He lapped at the pearly precome beading at the head hungrily before taking the head into his mouth and sucking lightly. The pleased groan made Ezio’s heart swell in pleasure at pleasing his alpha, and his body burned with arousal at the taste of his alpha’s sex.

He reached back, fingers reaching for his own dripping hole to relieve some of the heat that was building, but foreign hands beat him there. He moaned at the feeling of his alpha’s fingers rubbing at his hole, slicking themselves up with Ezio’s slick.

The assassin whined desperately around the cock in his mouth, clenching uselessly in an attempt to urge the alpha onwards. He needed it so badly. It burned and the touch to his rim just made it worse. It felt good, but it also made him feel so empty. He needed something inside him, anything.

He opened his teary eyes and looked up at the alpha pleadingly, begging with his gaze for the other to give him something. Anything to sooth the burn.

Fuuuuuuu- This is some freaky shit. Okay, anon is hooked and considering this one. Would OP mind if it was a everyone-lives-in-modern-times AU-ish verse or does the OP want no timeline mix-ups (because I'm waaaay more familiar with the characters from the past than the modern!Assassins/Templars)

OP here! Either way is cool; I don't think I could afford to be picky with something like this XD

Nonsense! I loved the comforting and warring feelings! You're awesome, don't worry about it being late, paper's are a bitch! I can't wait for the next one!

WTF DREAMWIDTH!!

It was awesome! Don't worry about being late, I totally understand. Can't wait for the next one!

Man, altogether, I wrote three thousand words of fluffy ABO porn. Wow.

Enjoy! It’s pretty long this time, comparatively speaking.

-

It was surreal. It was completely and utterly surreal to have Ezio spread out under him like this. Part of La Volpe wanted to stop and just stare at the sight, but a larger part wouldn’t let him.

He couldn’t seem to get enough of the assassin and he couldn’t control his hands or mouth as they explored the pale flesh spread out before them.

The omega was beautiful (he knew that without even having to look), gasping and moaning, and every noise made him want to discover more. He mapped out Ezio’s body with his hands, savouring the feel and taste, finding sensitive spots… but none seemed more sensitive than the omega’s pretty pink nipples.

He toyed with them until Ezio was a sobbing, begging mess on the bed, and he quickly soothed the omega. The thief hadn’t meant to bring tears to the omega’s eyes, but he couldn’t deny that the sight made him even harder than before, a feat he had not thought possible. His erection was practically throbbing, and it was almost painful to keep it confined like this. He quickly located Ezio’s scent glands, rubbing them soothingly before he undressed, tossing away his tunic and cloak. It was much too hot for that.

The thief paused as he looked back down at Ezio, lying there under him vulnerable and compliant. There was something distinctly wrong about the image, but his inner beast loved it.

The sudden rush of heat was not unexpected, and he was barely able to prevent himself from biting down on Ezio’s scent glands, binding the omega to him. He switched, last minute, to the other side of the omega’s submissively bared neck before biting down.

His inner beast rumbled in displeasure at not being able to claim the other properly, but he squashed the urge ruthlessly. He would not forcibly bind Ezio to himself. It was bad enough that he was taking advantage of Ezio’s heat like this, but he would not take away Ezio’s choice like that.

It was the bite that brought Ezio back from wherever he had gone, blissed out from being gentled.

He couldn’t have Ezio the way his inner alpha so desperately wanted, but he could mark him up in other ways. His eyes darkened in hunger as he began to nip and lick lovebites into the pale skin, and bestial pride was all he could feel when the omega tilted his head back for more.

Volpe’s hands moved seemingly of their own accord, tugging down Ezio’s breeches and getting them off. He could smell Ezio’s slick now, the source of that ripe scent and he froze, trying to compose himself.

That was why he was taken so off-guard by the sudden change in position, flipped onto his back by a move that seemed more suited to the battlefield than the bedroom. A growl was startled out of him, but he quickly stopped, watching as the assassin took the lead, reaching for his breeches.

Yes, this felt right, this was Ezio. His inner alpha was uncomfortable, but Vlpe couldn’t help but sigh in relief when the other took control. Or perhaps that was because his prick was finally freed from its cloth prison?

Either way, Volpe didn’t think he had seen anything half as erotic as the sight of Ezio taking a tentative lick at the crown of his swollen endowment before opening wide and taking the head into his mouth. Volpe was no small man, lean perhaps, but not small in any sense of the word. He was an alpha, after all, and all alphas were well-endowed, especially during omega heats. He was average size for an alpha, perhaps even slightly larger and seeing those lips stretched around his cock made him groan out in lustful abandon.

He had to grit his teeth, not wanting to choke Ezio or overwhelm him by thrusting upwards into that delectable mouth, but his hips twitched nonetheless, trying to get deeper. Ezio was sucking now, and Volpe knew that if he didn’t do something soon, he could end up doing something he might regret.

The chance came when Ezio shakily reached behind himself, perhaps to soothe the fire of heat he was experiencing, and Volpe quickly leapt to the chance. His fingers found Ezio’s slick hole first and the vibrations from a muffled whine made him groan in pleasure. He slicked his fingers up, panting heavily and rubbing at that clenching entrance. His eyes tried to etch every detail of Ezio’s face into his mind as more mewls and moans attempted to escape from his full mouth.

Volpe’s lips quirked mischievously and his eyes narrowed.

After a while of teasing the poor omega, the tears appeared again and Ezio’s eyelids fluttered open to reveal his pleading gaze, his eyes almost glowing gold in the dim light.

His breath hitched.

It was that look that robbed Volpe of his control once more and, tangling his fingers in long, dark hair, he pulled the omega off his cock and rolled them over.

Volpe was almost surprised when Ezio didn’t fight the change in position, or the restraining grip on his wrists as Volpe pinned the assassin down again. He half expected for Ezio’s well-honed fight-instincts to take over at the sudden movement, yet all Ezio did was whimper and spread his legs further apart.

Without further ado, the thief lowered his head to give Ezio a tender kiss, swallowing up the yelp of pleasure that came from the sudden intrution of his fingers into the omega’s ass.

There was a filthy squelch, and Volpe’s fingers met little resistance as they pushed inside. Ezio was practically dripping with slick, and his heat had made him loose and ready. His hole took two, three, four fingers with only slight resistance and Volpe continued kissing him with tongue and teeth, again and again, throughout the quick preparation.

But before long, it became too much to bear. Ezio’s ripe scent surrounded him, his inner walls clamping down on Volpe’s fingers and his hands tugging at the grip Volpe had on his wrists.

They were both getting desperate, and his inner beast was impatient.

He swiftly pulled out his finger and, once again using his mouth to muffle the disappointed whine Ezio made, slowly pushed in with something larger.

Their moans of appreciation became lost in their kiss.

-

The feeling of being filled was glorious.

It quenched the fire that blazed through him to a manageable degree and, despite the slight burn that stretched him open, the friction against his walls made him shiver in pleasure.

But the alpha was going slow, agonizingly so.

Ezio clenched around the intrusion in him, trying to urge his alpha on, but it only made his alpha groan and shudder to a stop, breathing heavily. He whined, impatient and wanting, and squirmed in an attempt to gain friction.

“Ezio, Ezio, dio – stop that!” His alpha growled, with hungry eyes and gritted teeth.

The omega immediately froze at the growled command from his alpha, bearing his neck submissively to calm and appease the predator above him. He bit back a whimper as his alpha pulled out slowly, chest feeling tight with fear and shame.

His alpha didn’t want him.

Oh, no, no, no. Had he displeased his alpha? Was his alpha going to leave him? He couldn’t, not now!

But before Ezio could work himself into a panic, strong arms moved him, easing him into a new position.

He looked down at his alpha in confusion, now sitting on the alpha’s hips while his alpha lay on the bed below him. His alpha’s swollen need was settled snugly between Ezio’s dripping cheeks, just shy of penetration.

“Ezio, I don’t want to hurt you. You should have control over this.” The surprisingly calm words took a moment to register in the omega’s brain, and when they did, Ezio wasn’t very sure what to feel about them. It felt strange to him, that this alpha – his alpha – was letting him take control.

(Deep down he felt thankful though, and guilty and relieved all at once and he wanted to cry)

Nonetheless, the assassin reached behind himself and gripped the alpha’s impressive member and, positioning himself, dropped down without hesitation. They both cried out at that, Ezio from the sudden fullness and Volpe, presumably, from the hot, wet heat that suddenly enveloped his member.

The flames retreated once more and pleasure took its place, but that didn’t last long. Soon, his body, was demanding more friction, more movement, and Ezio shakily obeyed, rising up on trembling legs and letting the member in him almost slip out before dropping back down again. He had to brace himself on his alpha’s chest for the next motion as his legs felt too weak to lift him on their own.

He whined softly as hands gripped his hips in a bruising grip, helping him rise and fall and subtly changing the angle. Soon, his alpha was meeting his rise and falls with thrusts of his own and it was then that Ezio practically screamed as something was hit, dead-on, by the next thrust. He couldn’t help clenching and his alpha growled, sitting up and pressing closer.

Ezio wrapped his arms and legs around his alpha as the older man fucked into him leisurely. It was a bit awkward, considering that Ezio was practically wrapped around the thief, their bodies slotting together in a way that felt more than right. He was able to enjoy the slow pace for a while, enjoy how they fitted one another so perfectly and the utter rightness that was their union, before his body again demanded more, and fire blazed through his veins.

“A-alpha,” his voice sounded foreign for some reason, a weak, pleading whine, “More, please, h-harder, ah-” He wasn’t even able to finish his pleas before he was lifted off his alpha’s member and flipped over, again, and then… Then his alpha was pushing into him at a punishing pace, punching the breath from his lungs and setting off sparks behind his eyes.

Ezio could barely catch his breath as his alpha quickly pulled out and thrust back in, setting a furious pace that had yet to appear during their mating. Teeth latched onto his neck again and he gasped at the sensation, unable to vocalize his overwhelming pleasure.

When he finally got his breath again, he couldn’t do anything except whimper and moan beneath his alpha’s attentions, feeling his pleasure cresting. He could tell his alpha was nearing his completion, as well, since each thrust began to pull on his rim in a way that tightened the knot of tension in his belly.

He was on the edge, struggling to find a way to convey this to his alpha, but then his alpha moved away from his neck and a tongue flicked out against his ear, causing him to yelp in surprise. And then a bite that sent that last bit of pleasure through his veins. His vision went white and he was gone.

He could hear his alpha groan into his ear, stilling as he swelled in him and tied them together. Wet warmth filled him and his heart lightened at the beautiful feeling.

He basked in the afterglow, curling into the protective arms of his alpha who had collapsed beside him.

But as the afterglow began to wear off, his rational mind came back to him along with that horrible guilt.

Whoops, the above post is the fill

That

Was

Beautiful

I can't wait for more!

OP are you still around, and interested in seeing this thing finished? I have a ton of excuses most of which are that weird combination of both true and flimsy. I had at one poin thought I'd finished this. I also had some massive RL issues, and then I sorta... forgot about this. Sorry. I reckon I could get about two more chapters to finish (or maybe one MASSIVE chappie and a bitty li'l epilogue) if you still want.

So… I may have made it a lot more, er, deep than I meant to. It started out as just angst and porn and now there’s a good bit of self-discovery in there, too… Haha. At least it’s better than the first version. That was just… I don’t even know.

BTW, am I the only writer!Anon still here? Because it sure seems so. I’m also filling the Volpe/Ezio prompt on the previous page.

-

Evil.

That word wasn’t one they used often, if at all. It was too extreme, too abstract for a world so filled with shades of grey. It wasn’t one that could be truly embodied by anything this world could provide.

Cruel, heartless, mean, unjust. Those words were real. They could be perceived in the world and appended to the actions and people that existed in reality. They knew of these words well, and they knew without a doubt that with no order to curb such actions, the world was as good as lost to them. To everyone.

But, they couldn’t help but think now, of evil. They was willing to put everyone and everything on the line to accomplish their goals, but were they evil? Dedicated, cold and even ruthless, yes, but not evil. Their enemies would probably make a better example. The assassins were not evil, they believed, even if the assassins had killed his comrades and continuously tried to throw things into chaos. They were misguided, believed in a false way to achieve a grand, a beautiful goal. Not evil.

This was evil.

Evil was borne of many things, mostly from an abuse of power, or a sense of loss within a crowd that made one lose the feeling of responsibility of their actions. This was why crowds were dangerous, why people were dangerous, and left to their own devices, only chaos could happen. So people needed a guide, a leader.

They committed many necessary evils, they could admit to that. But they couldn’t help but think that there was nothing necessary or redeeming about this. The more they thought about it, the more they were convinced that his comrades had been consumed by that darkness, that lurking fiend.

And if such evil in the ruling forces was not dealt with, what would become of the world at large?

Their period of hesitation was over and, with certainty and narrowed eyes, they dialled the number.

-

Four years ago

When he had wondered where he would be in ten years at just eight years old, a seedy bar in the middle of New Work City, polishing glasses had not been what he had thought. But he was satisfied with this. After all, he had a freedom he had never been able to have back there.

Sure, his dad’s paranoia had left traces on Desmond (more than traces, as he moved continuously and never used a credit card or the internet), but he was able to see the world this way, travel out of the cage that the Farm had always been to him.

Once upon a time, he had dreamed of being a great fighter, a spy, a hero who did great deeds, probably because of his hero worship of his cousin. Now, he was just content with being none of those. All great people had to worry, had to take responsibility; they were tied down by fame and paranoia.

It was a chance meeting in which he realized he could truly be free from all that though.

His name was Conner Kenway, and Desmond had immediately recognized the surname. Edward Kenway was something of a small legend among the assassins and Haytham Kenway… well, he was a sore spot for Desmond’s father. Conner had admitted he knew about the whole secret war going on and, while he disproved of the templar actions, he lived without being pressured or coerced into joining either side. They left him alone well enough, well, they didn’t bother him more than they bothered any other not-in-the-know citizen.

And it was seeing Conner and becoming friends with him that allowed Desmond to believe he was free of it all, free to do as he pleased.

Being a simple bartender was simple and freeing. His anonymity was great, and his cage was faded and put behind him. There was the occasional rowdy and too-touchy-feely customer, but beyond that his life was smooth sailing.

So smooth sailing, in fact, that he may have just let his guard down. He may have just given in to his own indulgence. He may have just bought that one expensive thing he always had his eye on, believing that perhaps it was time to let go of this paranoia.

He knew he was dead wrong when he was knocked out cold.

-

When Desmond first woke up in a dazed panic, it was to excited voices.

He cracked his eyes open and immediately closed them again, whimpering. It was bright, too bright, and everything was a grey blur of motion and sound. His head pounded and he felt sick to his stomach. Attempting to move his arms yielded no results, except for the feeling of heavy leather around his wrists.

“… Amazing! Truly amazing!” The voice was a rasping, greasy one. But it was excited and Desmond whimpered as a hand splayed itself over his bare stomach. It was then that he registered the cold chill on his skin that sent alarm bells off in his head, and he struggled to pull himself out of his dazed state.

“I don’t see how this can help us reach our goal.” This time it was a different voice, deeper and sterner, one that betrayed no emotion whatsoever.

The greasy voiced one chuckled and said something in a language Desmond didn’t understand. There was a scoff of disbelief and then footsteps. Desmond managed to weakly crack his eyes open to a greyish blur above him. “You’re awake,” the voice commented It was the greasy one, and it seemed like the stern one had left. Desmond would have preferred it if the stern one had stayed as the tone of the greasy one’s voice made his stomach tighten in dread.

A chuckle followed his tensing, and he tried to blink the blurriness from his eyes. It was becoming easier to think, but with that clarity of mind came the realization that the cold chill of air went all the way down.

He was naked and vulnerable.

He opened his mouth, trying to speak, to tell whoever this was to get his hand the hell off Desmond’s very much naked body. All that came out was a dry rasp of breath. His throat was too sore for him to be speaking and his mouth too numb to form words.

The hand began moving downwards and it occurred to Desmond to panic. His breath came out in shorter gasps and his eyes widened with the need to get that hand to stop.

“No need to panic,” a chuckle, “You’ll be taken care of and no harm will come to you.”

That just made him panic more, especially when his legs were nudged apart and – oh god, oh god – something prodded him down there in a clinical fashion. He couldn’t, for some reason, move his legs. They lay there numb and unmoving, much to his despair.

It took all his strength to yank his head up in an attempt to struggle, but he regretted it immediately as his vision swam and he blacked out again.

-

The second time Desmond woke up, he wasn’t disorientated and he didn’t immediately open his eyes. There was a warm, too-soft bed under him and a blanket on him, but he could hear voices, again, many of them. They were muffled, as if coming through a closed door, but loud enough for him to pinpoint the tone in them. Excitement, smugness, disbelief, and one that was in a monotonous drawl.

The memory of his last awakening hit him at full force and he hoped to god that it was some weird fever dream and he would wake up in his bed and that it was those voices that had brought him back home or something from wherever he had been.

He blinked open his eyes and, to his dismay, it wasn’t home.

No, it was a large room, far larger than his apartment and far fancier. He was laying on a king sized bed, surrounded by a multitude of pillows. The entire room was done in warm shades of crown, cream, gold, red. There were several couches and a coffee table, as well as a large plasma screen TV. A fireplace burned merrily and paintings hung on the walls. A door stood on the wall opposite him and there was another door next to the bed. If it weren’t for the fact that every time he moved his left leg he could feel metal and hear the clink of chains, Desmond would be in awe of the sheer wealth the room excluded.

As it was, he could only wonder what the hell he had gotten himself into.

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*OP throws herself at write!canon's feet* Agh! I'm hooked! I must have more!

(write!ANON, not CANON...dang autocorrect)

Later, Ziio did in fact scream. But her screams were the furthest thing ever from the miserable cries of agony Haytham might have expected. They were full of power and determination; too like the magnificent war cries she sometimes let loose in a hunt or a battle.

Haytham thought these were beautiful sounds. Even if they did ring painfully loud in his ears as the hours wore on. But no matter how loud she yelled, he wouldn't dare leave away from his station outside the small hut she was birthing in.

After much time, another more singular shout rang out, and Haytham turned his head toward the covered entryway. This shout sounded absolutely jubilant.

Then there was a quiet. And a few soft mutterings.

And then-- a cry of a quite different nature: small and falsetto.

Haytham sprang to his feet, breath coming fast and excited. He wanted with all his heart to tear aside the leather curtain over the entryway, but that was quite forbidden, Ziio had told him plain and clear. The receiving of new life into the world, he understood, was a certain ritual arcanum that could not be divulged.

And so he waited, his heart pounding a rough staccato beat.

This is a bit late, forgive me, but I actually did work and managed to mostly finish one of my research papers (yay!)

Okay, so, this is mostly a filler chapter with little to no action and I may have gotten some of the times mixed up. But I can’t look to the wiki for help since my laptop refuses to load it. It is longer than my usual chapters though, so huzzah for that!

I remember that Ezio fled to Rome at the beginning of 1500 so he probably rescued Caterina sometime during 1501, or 1500. That means it took around ayear for the suppressants to wear off, I guess that works? Maybe. I know that Ezio only starts recruiting after he rescues Caterina but, let’s just say that the mentioned recruits below are assassins already in the assassin order, because, seriously, Machiavelli and Ezio can’t be the only actual assassins in the Roman Brotherhood, right?

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It was hard to breath, and that wasn’t just because of the exhaustion either. Somehow, Volpe had moved them so that they were spooning comfortably, mindful of the knot that tied them together. He wanted to speak, to apologize, to vocalize that ball of tension and emotion inside him, but he couldn’t.

His mind had cleared, yet his body was still slack, his limbs hard to control. He couldn’t focus on his body at all; it refused to give in to his demands. His will was overwhelmed by that feeling, body kept pliant by the knot stretching him open and the arms wrapped firmly around him.

(A primal part of him that had by then retreated wanted nothing more than the feel of teeth in his neck, completing him and forever bonding him)

His ear was nuzzled and licked lovingly and he unwillingly hummed in pleasure. It felt somewhat like his body was in the control of another and Ezio was just a passenger along for the ride.

“I’m sorry,” the apology was guilt laced and sorrowful, whispered into his ear like a love confession. “I couldn’t control myself, Ezio, I’m sorry, my friend. Had I known… had this happened under other circumstances…” a deep breath and then, “I doubt you would want to settle down and become a mated omega, tending to the hearth and home; I couldn’t imagine you as anything but what you are now. I know you aren’t comfortable with being an omega, but know that this was of no fault of your own. Luckily, I don’t think you will have to worry about getting pregnant, seeing as we’re both getting old.” A chuckle and a pause. “I’m so sorry Ezio. I should have known.”

This was unfair. Ezio couldn’t speak, couldn’t form words and he had to hear Volpe beating himself up over it as more mumbled apologies spilled from the thief’s mouth. Words of comfort and soothing brushes over his flank kept him from breaking down, but it was still so, so very unfair.

And slowly, the fire inside him built up once more as they talked and Volpe’s knot deflated, but the thief didn’t pull away. Ezio was hugged closer as they lay there. His limbs started to respond again, but the flames were building too quickly. He had to speak now.

“Volpe, I-“

He was hushed as he rolled over, watching the pained expression on Volpe’s face. Their lips met in a kiss, infinitely chaste. He could feel the slick coming out of him and his mind fogging up.

He writhed.

The thief responded, trailing kissing down his body.

His last thought before the fire consumed his mind was that this was too unfair.

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His heat gave them little reprieve and lasted far longer than it had any right to. Machiavelli had organized a schedule for the omegan members of the brotherhood to deliver food and water to their room and Volpe’s instincts had driven him into even more of a frenzy than Ezio was in. The thief had become aggressive and protective and tended to growl, even when it was an omega who brought their food.

Ezio had his periods of lucidity, but most of it was spent pliant in Volpe’s arms, being fed or otherwise coodled. Seeing Volpe so affected by the hormones he was producing made the guilt gnaw at Ezio even more and he began to hate those moments where he got his mind back.

It was nine days later that Ezio awoke, cold and knowing that his heat had ended.

Volpe was still out cold and shaking him got no reaction. So, Ezio stood shakily, almost falling over at first, and looked around. His legs felt weak and he was sore all over, especially down… there. He flushed, anxiety gnawing at him. What would his recruits think? How many days had he lost to his heat? What would Machiavelli think? Though the other man was accepting, seemingly of all things, Ezio knew that the pragmatist somewhat disproved of omega assassins, if only because their heats would hinder them for days at a time.

Two sets of robes had been set out for them on the dresser and there were two still-hot meals on the breakfast. His stomach growled, but Ezio ignored it in favour of stumbling over to the windows and peaking out of the curtains. It was still early morning and he desperately needed a bath.

It was after he had robed himself that he wandered to the bathing area, surprised to see that a hot bath had already been drawn for him and there were clothes on the side. He eagerly sank into the bath, using it to wash away his worries. If Machiavelli was so willing to have his recruits prepare a hot bath and all, and have it done so that it was still hot when Ezio woke up, it boded both ill and well. Ill, because it meant Machiavelli was paying close attention and would likely be on him for answers as soon as he came outside. Well, because if Machiavelli was willing to have his recruits draw him a hot bath then the man shouldn’t be too angry. Hopefully.

By the time Ezio came out of his musings, the water was lukewarm and he felt like his stomach had been hollowed out. He quickly scrubbed himself clean and clothed himself before returning to the bedroom.

Glancing at the bed, he had to stop himself from flushing, again. He could hardly believe what had transpired. A maelstrom of different emotions swirled within him ranging from guilt and shame to anger and confusion. Volpe was still out cold and a sudden apprehension had Ezio wolfing down is breakfast and leaving the room before Volpe could stir.

As expected, Machiavelli was waiting outside. Unexpectedly, he was waiting just outside, as in, ‘Ezio nearly bowled him over coming out of the room’ just outside.

“Ezio!” the man exclaimed in surprise. “So… Your heat is over,” Machiavelli coughed awkwardly, looking uncomfortable. He glanced around, as if looking for a topic to broach, but Ezio quickly cut him off.

It really wasn’t like him to run from his problems, but he wanted to forget about everything as soon as possible. He wanted to throw himself into his work so he didn’t have to think. “What have I missed? Has Caterina been found? I need to make up for all the time I’ve lost.”

Machiavelli stared at him for a moment, face mostly blank. Ezio could tell though, that he was teetering between relief that he wouldn’t have to broach such awkward subjects and concern about all that had happened. Luckily for Ezio’s peace of mind, relief won out, helped on by the man’s pragmatic and logical nature. “You haven’t missed too much, but there has been news. Your sister, Claudia, came over recently. Apparently, Caterina is due to be moved to the Castello di Sant’Angelo. Today. Ezio-“

“Then I must depart immediately,” Ezio interrupted, heading for the tunnels.

“Ezio, wait!” The sharp command made Ezio freeze and he gritted his teeth. His instincts were too close to the surface. He had been planning on ignoring Machiavelli and just storming out there, eager to throw himself back into the life of an assassin. A normal, Alpha assassin, the same life he had lived for many years now. “If I may…” Machiavelli sounded almost guilty and Ezio turned to face him. Machiavelli’s brows were drawn into a frown and he cleared his throat before continuing. “What are you going to do about…” Machiavelli waved in the general direction of the bedroom and Ezio had a sinking sensation in his chest. “You cannot go around smelling like an omega fresh out of heat. Not only will it draw necessary attention to you, but-“ The man cut himself off. “You should make careful preparations before you go. I wish you luck, my friend.”

It was somewhat surprising to the Florentine assassin that Machiavelli neither asked him why he was risking so much t rescue Caterina nor asking about the whole… debacle that had occurred. But he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Nodding to Machiavelli, Ezio sharply changed directions, to arm himself and get scent nullifiers. Strong ones.

But the conversation had made him realize something, and that something probed and poked at his mind relentlessly. How was he going to get his hands on more suppressants? Leonardo had all but vanished, he mused as he picked out his best sword. Perhaps Machiavelli and the others could help…?

“Machiavelli,” he called out, returning to the main room. “Can you help me with something?” His own question made him pause. It was worded and toned much less confidently than usual.

The other man eyed him before nodding sharply. “What is it?”

“Leonardo da Vinci, I need you to find him, and quick.”

There was hesitation and Ezio hated the sliver of desperation in his voice as he asked, “Can you? Please?”

“Ezio…” Another pause, “Word has it that… Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci is now in the employ of… the Borgia.”

The sudden draw of breath he took was cold and it rattled his lungs. Something in him froze over and something behind his eyes burned. No, he wasn’t going to cry. But it felt so much like betrayal. But Leonardo wouldn’t betray him… Right? No, there had to be an explanation and the only reason that it was so painful was that everything inside him was a jumbled mess.

“Ah,” was Ezio’s reply, before he quickly ran off.

-

Lucrezia Borgia was a beta, which was good, but most of her guards were alphas, which was a blessing in disguise, though Ezio rather wished it weren’t. Apparently, scent nullifiers weren’t nearly powerful enough to cover up his scent, but on the upside, his scent often managed to distract or intoxicate nearby alphas. Enough for him to kill them quickly.

It made him feel dirty though, how they would leer and try to grab him in mid combat. He was glad that Lucrezia did not seem to connect the dots, and even more glad for the explosion as they managed to ride out mostly unscathed.

But Caterina had given him a knowing look, and Ezio had returned to the hideout exhausted, but in a mostly good way.

When he collapsed on his bed for rest that night, he vaguely noticed that Volpe was gone, except for his lingering scent which lulled Ezio into a deep sleep.

-

Is it just me, or does Volpe's speech seem weird? Very weird.

I'm not the OP but I'd be interested in more!

(btw, OP here is a write-anon too but I haven't filled anything lately. /-/)

I loved it! Can't wait for more!

Ezio's reaction to Leonardo's whereabouts was perfect! Un tesoro, amico mio!

And I love how Machievelli is actually not totally being an asshole, that's always a nice surprise.

This really just gave me such a pick me up, I've been having a lot of problems with my health lately but this really helped. Can't wait for the next one!

Domination/rough play/partly clothed hatesex (or not! up to you) when the power goes off and the backup generators fail. Or open to other stuff, if you, you know, feel like being kinky.

Oh my god you're back!!! Wow this is really brutal.... but still I'm hooked! Can't wait for more!

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