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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 6

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.6
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Oh my...yes! Someone has to do this!

OP here and I am MORE than happy with that!! So yes, yes please :)

(Sorry for the dorky title. Lol...this is my first try writing smut *blushes* No plot whatsoever! Enjoy!)

Captain Edward Kenway was a little drunk. All right, fairly drunk. In truth, he couldn't walk a straight line, which was why, when he had tried to go for the latrine in back of the tavern, he wound up wandering to the dock and pissing against the side of someone's ship.

It might even have been the Jackdaw. He couldn't really tell.

But he could clearly see the couple kissing on the docks.

And he could clearly see that the young man unlacing Anne Bonny's corset was none other than Mary Read in her James Kidd getup.

"Hey... hey, hey Kiddo. Does that young lady know yer... yer a... yer... "

"A pirate, Kenway? Of course she does." Mary re-applied her lips to Anne's, and Edward enjoyed for a moment the arousing sight of Anne jiggling out of her bodice. Then he noticed that he couldn't see one of Mary's hands.

"Hey! Oi! Where's that hand o' yours, M... Mmm... Jim?"

Anne smirked lasciviously. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Her hips ground against an invisible something, presumably Mary's hand, and she moaned softly into Mary's lips. Mary's very smugly smirking lips.

"Jealous it ain't on you?" Mary's tone was a challenge that his traitorous body was rising to.

"No!" he insisted. Mary and Anne looked at his trousers and laughed.

"I think he is," cooed Anne, before gasping in a most fetching way. "Or maybe he wants it in him... can't blame him for that."

"Well, my bonny prize, are you feeling like sharing tonight?"

Anne looked Edward up and down, and wrinkled her nose. "Mmm, he could do with a bath first... "

Mary patted Anne's firm, round bottom (oh Jaysus, there had to be something wrong about that. Why was it so arousing??) and whispered, "Go to my cabin, my sweet, I'll clean this ruffian up and then bring him over for some fun." Another passionate kiss, and Anne strolled out of earshot, hips swaying, while Mary purposefully licked her glistening fingers. "Mmmm..."

"What do you think you're doing?" Edward tried to sound outraged, but only sounded helpless, the way his voice cracked. Truth be told, that was the most excitement he'd had in weeks. That he could remember, anyway.

Mary fixed him with a stern glare. "Romancing a pretty barmaid, and I'll thank you to shut your gob or you won't romance no one." She extended her hidden blade in the moonlight, and then pressed it against his inner thigh.

"But... does she know you're not a man?"

"She'll find out. Then we'll either sit around eating bonbons and drinking wine, or if she's still interested..."

"How many women have you..."

"Bedded? More than you'd expect from a young lad like James Kidd." She smirked. "This is the part of 'everything is permitted' I thought you'd like, Kenway. Ain't you ever wanted two women at once, and for free 'cause they want a little fun and like your stupid face?"

He was blushing mightily. "You... you... "

"And I reckon, this way, no matter what she's into, Anney'll not be disappointed. Although I'd like it if we were both into her at once... "

All of a sudden, Edward was floundering in the water, gaping stupidly at Mary as she ran towards her ship, having given him a firm shove. "Join us when you don't smell like rats fucking in a rum barrel!" she called.

He had never bathed so quickly in his life, both because the water was a little chilly in March, and because, well, even that couldn't cool his ardor or relieve his insistent erection. He paused to briefly squeeze some of the seawater out of his clothes, then pulled his chafing trousers and sodden shirt back on, deciding to hang the rest of his clothes up to dry.

And yes, he had been pissing on his own ship. He threw his soaking wet clothing over the railing so it could drip dry overnight, and followed Anne and Mary to Mary's ship. On the way he happened to glance at his fingernails, cursed himself for leaving behind his hidden blades, and settled for gnawing off his ragged claws into something that would hopefully be acceptable--he figured his fingers might get more use than they usually did.

Hesitantly, he knocked on the door to the captain's cabin, through which he could hear a variety of intriguing noises. "If yer Edward, Mary says come on in!" Anne called.

He almost forgot to close the door, he was so entranced by the sight of Mary's head pinned between Anne's thighs, and by watching Anne writhe and buck under Mary's evidently very skilled tongue. With a loud scream, Anne arched her back, and then collapsed flat on the table that was usually covered with a map.

"Shut the damn door, Kenway." Mary's voice was rough with lust, and she wore no shirt or jacket. Edward closed the door, still staring at her small breasts. "Mmm, like what you see?"

"A'course 'e does," panted Anne. "Just look at him." She pulled Mary into another passionate kiss, slipping one hand down the front of the other woman's trousers and--judging from the movements of her wrist--vigorously working her fingers in a way that made Mary gasp and twitch.

"You--you know that she's a woman," he half-asked Anne.

She rolled her eyes at his stupidity--Mary was too preoccupied to say anything. "No, I can't tell a hard cock from a slippery cunt. Jaysus, Mary, did ya hit him on the head or something?"

"Muhhhh... unnnnh... nuhhhhh... therrrrre....." was Mary's answer, half-sprawled across Anne.

"Well, don't just stand there gawpin', Edward, drop them trousers and get up here! There, love, how's that?"

Mary groaned, her eyes rolling back. "That" was apparently very good, as she wrapped one leg around Anne's, pinning her hand in place, and ground her hips hard on the other woman's thigh for what seemed like an eternity. Her climax made her shake, moan something even less intelligible than before, and collapse like a sack of sugar.

Anne looked equal parts mischievous and smug, and beckoned Edward over with her free hand--the other was still in Mary. "Come here and let me taste them lips that say such nonsense."

He left his clothes in a heap on the floor, suddenly shy as he clambered onto the table. He'd had fantasies, sure, but usually they'd involved two women pressed against him, not two women fucking (Jaysus, he wasn't even sure if it counted as fucking) and bringing him along for the ride. Anne sat up and pulled him close for an assault on his lips and tongue that left him slightly dizzy and very turned on.

"I'm getting a cunny full of splinters sittin' on this table," Anne said conversationally, and sprang up to hop lightly over to Mary's bed, which was rather decadently big. Making herself comfortable, she hitched her skirt back up around her hips and smiled, wiggling her toes. "That's much better. Care to join me, lads?"

Mary laughed, and climbed over the table with a dangerous grace that screamed predator. Shedding her trousers and underclothes, she reached for a wooden box by the bed, digging around inside it. Edward, still feeling a little awkward, began by sliding his hand up Anne's leg to her thigh. She gave him a saucy smile, and guided his hand under her skirt. She licked her other hand, then pulled him close for more kissing.

She tasted--it must be--she tasted like Mary, like Mary's pleasure and Mary's screams, and Edward was hopelessly lost the moment he tasted that sweet-sour-fragrant musk in Anne's mouth. He lost himself in the kisses, fondling Anne's breasts (Mary touched them too, oh god Mary touched them) as she half-sat in his lap. His left hand was exploring under her skirt. So warm, so wet, so delicate, so unlike her brash personality. He felt another hand brush his fingers, and he looked to see Mary, wearing nothing but a lopsided smile and--

He had heard of such things, but never seen one, and didn't know they could be...attached with a leather harness. But there was Mary, adjusting a buckle, and there in the middle of her soft black curls of pubic hair, was, well, a polished dick carved out of wood, covered in leather, secured with the straps...

...and fairly sexy, honestly.

Insinuating herself between Anne's knees, she began to stroke the other woman's thigh with...Edward wasn't sure what to call it. She'd obviously had some practice with it, as she moved it like it was part of her body, like she'd been born with it, like any man. Anne smiled and reached for it, pulling Mary cock-first onto her.

Oh god, oh god. Edward had sometimes watched others have sex, but it had never been this unbearably arousing. Mary had slipped right into Anne, much to the younger woman's delight, and was currently fucking her like there was no tomorrow. This definitely qualified as fucking. Mary was on her knees, holding Anne up by the buttocks; Anne had thrown her ankles over Mary's shoulders as the other woman's...cock...slid rhythmically in and out of her. "God fucking damn you, Edward, use your damn fingers," Anne practically shouted, and he hastened to do so, stroking and rubbing her throbbing, dark red clit, as Mary fucked her. He was so hard it was painful, he was sure he would burst any second, and that was before Anne started to shriek every time he pinched gently. "Don't stop, don't stop, both of you, don't stop," increased in pitch and volume until she squeezed Mary with her legs and pulled Edward close with her arms, practically howling as she soaked both of them and the bed with her orgasm. "Oh fucking hell, Mary, that is one delightful, ah, 'weapon' you have in your arsenal."

Mary's eyes locked with Edward's and she smiled a little hesitantly. He noticed that her thighs were slick with more than sweat and he leaned over to kiss her. He'd never kissed her before, though he'd certainly fantasized about it ever since that moment on the windmill. Her lips were thinner than Anne's, her tongue a little more hesitant. But she could still taunt him--when his lips wandered to her hard pink nipples, she smiled wickedly and pushed down on his head until he was practically kissing the head of...of her cock.

Well, why the hell not? It'd been a long time since he'd had an actual one in his mouth--one of the perks of being Captain of his own ship being that he didn't have to suck off anyone he didn't want to. And he hadn't found a cock he'd care to put in his mouth until tonight. So he gently brushed it with his lips, looking up to see her reaction. Equal parts incredulous and delighted. He ran his tongue along the underside, like a man would enjoy, like he himself enjoyed. He wasn't sure how it felt to her, although with close examination he could tell that the, ah, protruding member was somehow connected to something inside her that, no doubt, transferred any movement of the cock into sensations she'd enjoy.

He was conscious of Anne watching him, two of her own fingers inside her. He looked up to see Mary, lips half-parted as she watched him suck her off. He was going to make it look like the best damn blowjob ever, even if she felt it all differently from a man. Because this was Mary. Mary who believed in him when nobody else did. Mary who shared her secrets with him. Mary who deserved an amazing night. So he sucked her cock, he nibbled it, he gave it long, passionate kisses, he followed her murmured requests.

And when he was half-swallowing her cock, and she moaned something incoherent and loud, and jerked her hips, and left transparent smears of her orgasm all over his face and hands, he knew that he had succeeded in fellating one of his best friends.

Anne, greedy for more, moaned, "That was so...fucking...hot. Jaysus, Edward, you gave her quite the blowjob." She pulled him close while he was still trying to catch his breath. Her hands guided his aching cock into her, and he nearly lost it when he felt her all around him. He repositioned himself for a better angle, and at her insistent (and loud) urging, he fucked her deep and slow, with lots of sloppy kisses.

Mary had been resting in the curve of Anne's arm, but she sat up and moved--Edward assumed she was going to drink something, or find something she could do to help make Anne scream and gush, and he kept thrusting.

And then he felt Mary's nimble hand teasing between his buttocks, and he froze.

"Christ, Edward, what was that for?" Anne complained.

"Hush, let him get adjusted."

That was the problem. He had never, ever let anyone take him, and he wasn't sure how he even felt about Mary touching him.

"Sh-sh-sh-sh, just try to relax." Her slick fingers spread him and stroked him gently. "You have such a firm, tight arse. Just a little too tight. I don't want to hurt you." Oh, but it felt so good to have her stroking him between the cheeks. "I just want to..." she murmured in his ear, leaning over him. "Mmmm...I just want to hold those cheeks..." He felt her cock rubbing against the sensitive skin behind his balls. "And I want to slick up that beautiful bottom..." Her hand reached down to cup his balls as her weight increased on his back. He could feel her erect nipples pressed against his back. "And I want to take this cock of mine..." His knees were spreading apart, his back curving so Mary could have better access. That traitorous libido of his.

"And I want to...mmm, I want you to be all ready for me..." A very slippery something slid into him, and he saw stars. After a minute he realized it had to have been one of her fingers, coated in something to slick him with. "I want you to be aching for me." He was halfway there, seeing stars every time she stroked him inside, she was so gloriously inside him.

"Mmm," he murmured. "Mmmmary..."

"Shhh," she admonished him. "If you're going to scream, scream James. Not Mary. I don't need anyone wandering by to wonder who Mary is, and why you're in my cabin with her."

"Mmmm, James..." he murmured, eagerly pressing against her finger. "James, oh god James, oh fucking god, that feels so fucking good."

"Oh really?" She moved her hand and he felt something rounded, hard, slippery-sloppy, insistent, pressing against him. He whimpered a little bit, because her hand was gone, but rubbing against Mary's cock was far more arousing than he'd ever thought it would be. To be honest, that was one scenario that had never come up in his fantasies. Anne had found a pillow somewhere and jammed it under her hips, elevating her and Edward so he didn't have to choose between staying inside Anne and exploring this strange new pleasure.

"Oh GOD, James, your cock, oh god!" He suddenly felt the aching, the yearning, the longing, to have Mary's cock inside him, the need for her to fill him up that he'd always looked down on in other men. But now, now all he wanted was to submit to her, to let her have her way with him, for her to bugger him senseless with her little contraption.

"What about my cock? Is it...manly enough?"

"Oh, yes, James, oh god." Anne was grabbing his cheeks, spreading them apart, and he felt Mary's fingers again, sliding into him with almost no friction, and he keened high in the back of his throat.

"Yes, Edward?" Her voice was husky and quiet. "Did you want to ask me something?"

"Unnnnhhhh...I...please..."

"Please what?"

"Please, Ma--James, please, oh god, I can't wait any longer."

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to--please--please--I want you to fuck me. Hard. Unhhhh, James, oh god, I want you to take me. With your cock. Your fucking sexy cock. Oh god, oh, oh, oh god James, I NEED you. I need your hard cock. Ohhh, I need you to bugger me till I can't walk."

"That's what you want?"

"I want to take it up the arse. From you. I want your cock inside me. I want you to make me scream, and I want you to make me feel like--OH FUCK OH DAMN FUCKING SHIT JAMES!" He saw stars as Mary slipped gently into him. Oh, it was too full, but it was wonderful, her weight on his back, and her cock sliding through his cheeks. "Why didn't anybody TELL ME?!"

She chuckled lightly. "Men have a thing about being made to feel like...well, like a woman."

"I'll be your fucking woman any day, James Kidd. You can screw me six ways from Sunday and I'll take every second of it."

She ran her hands lightly down his sides to his ankles, then back up to his hips. "Oh yeah? And how much do you need me to?"

"Uhhhh, I need you to pound me. Fuck me. Take me. Bugger me. Hard, hard and deep. I NEED you, James, I can't not, I, ohhhhh..."

Mary had clamped her hands to his hips like she was holding on in a storm, and Anne covered them with her own hands. Thus immobilized, he was helpless against Mary's onslaught, at first tentative, but gaining in vigor with his every moan and yelp of enjoyment. She worked up to a quicker pace, fucking him harder as his response got louder, as Anne's cries intensified. Anne had wrapped her legs around the both of them, pulling them so close that every shudder of intense delight that coursed through Edward led to Anne writhing beneath him, her fingers tangling in both Edward's and Mary's hair.

"Don't stop!" he insisted, and Mary dug her fingernails into his hips to hold him still. "Ungghhhh, so close..." But it was Anne who came first, Anne tightening around his cock and shrieking, followed by Mary thrusting deeper, harder, faster, grunting with exertion as she slammed into him over and over again. It felt like she would split him in half, chisel him apart with her cock (oh her fucking amazing cock, oh that one perfect spot deep inside) and he heard her soft murmur of, "You're mine, you're mine, so tight, oh, you're mine," a mantra that his brain and his balls eagerly agreed with.

"James, oh, I'm yours, I'm yours, fuck me, bugger me, have me, take me, screw me, just please DON'T STOP..." and Mary obligingly, even after pumping him hard as she came and came, even after covering him with ample evidence of her pleasure until it was difficult to get a good grip on him, continued thrusting at what seemed to be that one spot until he cursed a long string of half-understandable words, his hips jerking convulsively as Mary pushed him into Anne. "Unnngh JAMES!" he bellowed, then stifled any other words by biting Anne's shoulder until the orgasm passed through him, leaving him broken and exhausted, a sticky mess who was going to have a very difficult time sitting for a while, the happiest man in the world for this one evening.

The last thing he remembered was hearing Mary purr, "Good, you remembered...Mmmm...Edward..." and feeling her nuzzling his ear, while Anne snuggled against his neck, apparently totally comfortable falling asleep with her legs spread wide enough for two lovers to spoon in.

Just want short and funny multiple times of men and women hitting on Connor and Haytham cock blocking them at every turn, preferably out of a new fatherly protectiveness or deeming the person unworthy (I do like Haytham/Connor but I don't want it here). Connor does understand what sex is and has heard all the vulgar words about it from his crew, he just doesn't understand most pickup lines and takes them literary, and is clueless about subtle flirting.

!bonus
At least one time where Connor doesn't relies what his father's doing in front of him and thinks it's something else.
No Alpha/Omega 'verse, I don't mind it, I just prefer it not here.

Ideas for the ones being cock blocked (in no particular order):
Washington
a Templar
an Assassin recruit
one of the Aquila crew or a sailor
a Redcoat
a Patriot soldier
random citizen in the street (I swear, it always looks like they're checking Connor out when they walk past him!)

Driverby!anon here.
This is an awesome fill, anon. Best pegging fill ever, I may say. Gods... Gods... /fans self
That was steamy and- and- first time smut? That was the mother all firsttime smutty goodness right there!

Now craving more. Or I die! (I absolutely loved the bit of 'call me James or else' - I'm a huge KiddWay fangirl so this made me extra happy.)

*huggles a!anon and gives cookies*

Thank you for this awesome fill, awesome anon, you!

Yes! Seconded so hard! Someone please do this!!!

Thanks anon! Author!anon is glad to know you liked it.

*author!anon blushes bright red and hides behind cookies* Thank you...um, I do have more ideas for more sexcapades they could have...so maybe...

Oh this is awesome. Might throw together a second fill if that's okay with the OP! :)

This looks fun. Would the OP mind a second fill? And if not, are there any pairings in particular the OP wants to see? AltMal, EzioLeo, etc? Or is it just anything?

Desmond is a fanboy... (Damn, that cracked me up so much!!!!)
Seconded!!!

I think the biggest disappointment of Rebecca's life is that Haytham didn't fuck everyone in town. She's probably got a secret stash of Haytham smut fic (for her it's obviously real people fic) on her computer.

Ezio has a tremendous crush on Leonardo, but is scared to act on it - Leonardo is, after all, smart and clever and handsome and rich and friendly and everything that Ezio feels that he's not (Leonardo makes clockwork dragons for fun; Ezio picks his nose in a mouldy haystack).

Then Leonardo finds out about the crush. And decides to see just how far up the wall he can drive Ezio before he ends up pinned to the wall and shagged within an inch of his life.

Cue extremely Stupid Sexy Leonardo with a healthy heaping of utter and complete cocktease.

And Ezio, being oh-my-god-he-is-my-friend-I-have-to-stop-lusting-after-him Ezio, doesn't think much of it, but fights to keep down his raging hardon whenever he gets invited over for a drink of wine and a game of chess, and Leonardo prances around in way too tight pants and a loose shirt showing off way too much skin for the assassin's willpower to handle for long (Leonardo wins a lot of chess matches this way).

GOD EZIO AT LEAST GO FOR A CLEAN HAYSTACK

YOU DON'T WANT SINUS ASPERGILLOSUS DO YOU

PS this prompt is awesome.

I made a comment on someone else's prompt and it got me thinking. Rebecca has to watch Desmond being all these sexy, sexy men. But whenever they go to get it on, it always fades to black. How annoying!

So to deal with her frustration, she writes Real People Fic.

I want to read some of Rebecca's smut fic. Maybe she's a good writer. Maybe, not so much. Maybe she's super cliche. Maybe she writes a good old fashioned Assassin orgy. Maybe she writes an AU where Haytham and Ziio stay together and have ten kids. Maybe she writes a Mary Sue. Maybe the Mary Sue is her Prussian mercenary ancestor she saw in the Animus. Maybe she has a secret hankering for Haytham buggering Connor that she can never, ever admit. Maybe she really wishes she'd ever walked in on Lucy blowing Desmond in the Animus. Maybe she thinks the Animus just skipped over the part where Altair and Robert worked out their issues with the help of Maria's secret wish for double penetration.

Go wild! Make it funny, make it sappy, make it kinky or vanilla, make it as explicit as you feel like, make it het or slash or femslash, just make it:

1) written in Rebecca's voice/style, whatever you think that may be. I tend to see her as bisexual, sex-positive, open about what she wants, and GGG and with a tendency to see others as the same. But you may have a different idea and that's great.
2) about one or more of the first six AC protagonists (Desmond, Altair, Ezio, Haytham, Ziio cause I bet Rebecca was really disappointed that she never got out of the loading screen to go kick some ass, Connor) getting it on with each other and/or their friends/lovers/enemies/Rebecca's ancestors/Mary Sues that she makes up.

"We're in a library." In any other setting, it might have been a shout and then a slap and then, perhaps some kind of reproachful string of near-curses. He would have shoved Altair bodily away and swore that he'd never get laid again. But they were in a library.

A library.

"Be quiet then," Altair whispered back at him. His hands were firm and sure when they rested at Malik's waist and his mouth was curved in a grin (so sure of himself now) as he leaned in close enough to leave damp little kisses against his jaw. His whole stupid body was close enough to make Malik sweat (stupid, stupid human heatbox). "It's your fault."

"My fault?" Malik said. He pushed his hand against Altair's chest but couldn't bring himself to shove him hard enough to move him. There was a buzz of noise coming from the lobby of the library where Mothers with small children were checking out picture books and from across the stacks to another alcove where a group of struggling middle schoolers were bemoaning their misfortune to have gotten the mean teacher. And then there was Altair with nimble fingers plucking open the button of his pants. "No," he said as he slapped at Altair's hands.

"Yes, your fault." But to his credit, Altair's hands went back to his waist and his grinning-kisses paused. The weight and heat of his body was suffocating like the low confidence of his voice when he whispered, "you're so fucking hot, you know? All the time--I can't concentrate because of how much I just want to touch you and you have no idea."

Malik was not one to be charmed. "This is a library."

And Altair's laugh was nothing more than a breath as he pressed close enough Malik could feel how unbelievably hard he was. And Altair's hand on his face just before he kissed him.

Oh and how would that look to the innocent researchers that wandered by--the two of them mauling one another next to a wobbly table. Malik had every intention of shoving the bastard off and telling him that his sex life depended on good behavior but Altair shifted his weight and pressed closer so his thigh was between Malik's and his arm was around his back.

"You're a terrible influence," Malik said. But his voice was hoarse and tight and breathy. Altair's answer was nothing but a wet laugh under his jaw where he was sucking hot spots into his skin. All this better intentions were lost to the hand that was wiggling into his pants and the insistent pressure of Altair's hard dick pressing tightly against his hip. "There are children," Malik mumbled.

"So be quiet," Altair whispered and pressed a kiss against his lip. His smile was a slick-quick kind of thing before he was sinking down to his knees on the dusty library carpet.

"Oh shit." Malik pulled his jacket collar up to stuff into his mouth--cotton and metal zipper teeth against his tongue. His shoulders were pressed against the pillar behind him and his elbow knocked against a shelf of books when Altair pulled his pants down just far enough to free his traitorously hard dick.

(There were children. And mothers. And gray-haired librarians.)

Malik grabbed Altair by his stupid short hair and dragged his face forward, biting so hard into the collar of his jacket that the zipper cut his lip and tongue. Oh-but-the welcoming wetness of Altair's mouth and the way his lips closed around him. Altair moaned a wet little sound in his throat as he pressed a hand against the pillar behind Malik and tightened his loose grip around the base of Malik's dick. His eyes were closed--dark lashes against his flushed face as he hollowed out his cheeks and sucked on him.

Oh-it-was-so-stupid with the noisy footsteps of begrudging preteens and the clip-clop of nosy librarians and a child in the lobby was throwing a tantrum over a self-checkout machine that wouldn't work. There was the ding of the elevator and a gurgle of a water fountain that seemed unbelievably loud for being such a distance away. Someone's cell phone went off and a chorus of reproaches about silence followed.

But Altair was on his knees with obscene red lips wrapped around Malik's dick, bobbing his head back and forth. (Hot-and-wet-and-) His hand was matching the motion of his head, jerking Malik's spit-wet dick off until his hips were rocking forward and his fingers were twisted up so tight in Altair's hair he might be bald in a moment.

It was so fucked up--beyond fucked up--and Malik's whole body was vibrating, his hips shoving forward into Altair's stupid mouth because he was going to come like a teenager getting his first BJ in his boyfriend's room while his parents were downstairs watching a movie. And Altair looked up at him with his eyes half-shut like he knew and of course he did because he was sucking on the head of Malik's dick like it was his favorite candy while his hand jerked him off without mercy.

"I hate you," Malik bit into the cotton of the jacket. He meant it too--every word, from the very bottom of his heart but Altair rolled his eyes at him. He pulled away from Malik's dick to take a breath like he meant to dive headfirst into the ocean before he took him back in-and-in-and--

The screaming child in the lobby went suddenly quiet and Malik didn't fucking care that there was no noise--not any--anywhere to disguise the yelp of surprise he couldn't contain. His whole body jerked and his life flashed before his eyes in a series of angry Librarians berating him about the sanctity of knowledge and it didn't matter because smug-fucking Altair was on his knees deep-throating him between the stacks and Malik was so-fucking-there.

He was boneless as jelly as Altair held him against the pillar and sucked him until he was dry and then pulled away with greedy-red lips and a wicked wet tongue. He looked debauched and filthy, with spit on his chin and a trace of come on his lips.

"Someone's coming," was what Altair said.

But understanding the spoken language was too much work so shortly after coming so hard so Malik just nodded agreeably. And Altair was rolling his eyes again, standing up and pulling his pants up without so much as a care for the dick he was so recently worshiping. He turned him around and shoved him into a chair that he kicked under the table. Malik didn't see but heard Altair shove half a shelf of books to the floor and then laugh in the careless-arrogant way he did before mouthing off about being clumsy.

"What are you doing, young man?" was the Librarian at his back.

"I knocked them out when I was trying to get this one." Altair was an idiot. He took all of the disappointed abuse the librarian doled out with uncharacteristic obedience and after promising not to be so careless again flopped down into the chair next to Malik. He made great pretenses of reading the book he'd claimed to have been looking for with the most studious expression on his face. And Malik just kept his head down and his heart full of prayers that nobody even noticed his existence.

Ten unbearable minutes later the librarian was satisfied the books had been placed and left with a disapproving click-clack of her heels. Altair let out a breath like a wheezing laugh.

"You are never getting laid again," Malik hissed at him.

"Oh please," Altair said, "you've never come so hard in your life and I'm the one with blue balls. You hardly have a reason to complain."

Malik stood up so he could fix his pants the right way and Altair slapped his hand away to zip and button them for him. "Never again," Malik said. "Ever."

"But I'll let you fuck me however you want," Altair said. With so much sincerity. With adoring eyes. With his obscenely red lower lip sticking out every so slightly.

"I hate you," Malik said. "Get your bag."

Either of 2 options:

1. Veronica goes to college and discovers a secret society that seems to be involved in a couple of suspicious murders. Investigating leads her to getting inspired to join them, and she starts using the fake name Lucy Stillman.

2. Lucy Stillman is a teenaged Assassin, and she and her mentor are assigned to pose as father and daughter to find suspected Templars in Neptune.

Any rating, gen or any pairing, any anything. Go wild!

The novice had just wanted to report what he'd found. He'd only expected to a new mission in return (perhaps a bit of advice about how to avoid attracting the attention of the guards that seemed to dog his every step). He had not been expecting (could not have imagined in even the wildest of his most deviant fantasies) to find Altair completely naked, bent over the counter with both of his hands bound behind his back and his face pressed against the not-entirely dry ink of a new map.

And his mouth, and the sounds he made with both of his eyes squeezed shut as his body trembled helplessly.

The novice stopped short, mouth agape and breath lost.

The Dai--Malik, vaguely grumpy, always dutiful, not-at-all deviant seeming Malik (still fully dressed) was three fingers deep in Altair, thrusting his hand with only just contained violence, leaning in against Altair's long-naked back to bite dirty-low words into his skin.

Promising him how much he'd missed him and how he intended to fuck him until they were both spent and Altair was aching-and-sore and would not soon forget him.

If some reasonable part of the novices brain had still be functioning he may have realized the danger he was in--not from the guards that were curiously searching the streets for him but from Altair who was facing him, who's own eyelids were the only thing keeping him from being discovered.

"Malik," Altair moaned. The sound of his voice was unreal, the high-strung and restless quality of it, the way his tongue licked at his sweaty lips. Malik's hand was in his hair, moving his head away from the ruined map and pushing him face down into the rough wood of the counter-looking away from the novice.

"Be still," Malik said. He was talking to Altair but he was looking at the novice. His intent was confusing but he looked right at the novice and then half-smiled as he ran his hand down Altair's back and then to his own body to uncover his dick.

(The guards, beyond the safety of these walls were mumbling about the pointlessness of their search, never once guessing that if they had only followed him a bit faster they would be standing here watching this very same unbelievable scene.)

Malik was grinding against Altair, rubbing his hard dick against his skin and pressing it down. His smile twisted higher with every eager twitch of Altair's body and every bitten-off moan the man made. "Perhaps I will make you wait. There is business I should attend to."

"Malik," Altair said, like it was the only thing he could think to say. His body twisted, his bound hands tightening into fists as he turned his head to look at Malik. Whatever the expression on his face, it made Malik's smirk turn sweet. They kissed like lovers (a great deal more friendly than what the novice thought he walked in on).

Malik pulled back only to line himself up and push insistently into Altair who's body tightened all at once, his hips lifting higher and his head rolling back. His mouth was wide open and the novice felt all light in the head as he ducked back around the corner, just out of obvious sight but still able to watch.

Anyone who had ever been to visit the Dai of Jerusalem knew of his dedication and efficiency but they were qualities that the novice had never once thought to attribute to such carnal things.

Altair was writhing and sweating, desperate as he moaned and cried out and pushed back with his whole body. But Malik was relentless as he fucked into him in a steady pace, his one hand pressed against Altair's back and his own face gone red from he heat of the day and the effort of holding himself in check. He started talking, mouthing filthy-sweet-nothings about how tight Altair was around him and how hot, about how he loved the sound of his voice even as it grew hoarse. He talked of the many other times they had done this and how they would do it again.

"I will not assist you if you mean to come you must do it yourself," Malik said.

Altair twisted around at those words--futilely, perhaps just for show, perhaps to test the fastness of his bound hands. He knocked his head against the counter and groaned out a curse that was unfit to be spoken. He spread his legs wider and tilted his hips and started chanting Malik's name in a breathy undertone.

(Surely being found and murdered by the guards would be painless in comparison to what Altair would do once he became aware he was being watched.)

Altair, apparently not to be outdone, started answering Malik's stream of filth with his own. He exalted in the glorious thickness and length of Malik's dick, at his speed and his depth and his precise skill for fucking him. He praised the strength of his body and babbled on about how he often thought of these moments they shared when they were apart.

"I will break," Malik said.

But that was before Altair started trembling all over and his voice lost all arrogance and certainty. He was all but begging for relief when he started telling about how lonely he was when he was away, about how empty he felt and how when he was sure that nobody was looking he would--

Malik's groan cut him off before Altair could finish his thought, his whole body fold forward when he wrapped his arm around Altair's waist and his hips fucked in short rabid-thrusts as he dug his teeth into Altair's back. They were wordless then, but still competing with the shamelessness of their begging moans.

Altair groaned a curse when Malik fucked into him one more time and went still--body tight and still under the cover of his robes. "Malik," Altair whined, "Malik." His body was moving still, rocking back against Malik's with a needy shift and grind. He pulled his hands out from behind his back and reached one under his body and the other behind him to fist Malik's hair. "Fuck me," he said.

Malik groaned but did as he was told, starting slowly with an easy rock of his hips before picking up the pace so that the obscene wet slaps of their bodies coming together was echoing so loudly surely someone must have heard it beyond the safety of these walls.

Altair came with Malik's name like a prayer on his lips. And Malik sucked at the mark he'd left on Altair's back as he fucked him through the full of his orgasm. They collapsed to the ground as men too exhausted to stand.

"Novice," Malik said from somewhere behind the counter. "Perhaps Altair could offer you some advice on how best to remain hidden when you cannot immediately escape."

"I didn't know you thought so highly of me," Altair mumbled. He sounded sleepy-and-sated and not at all bent on murder for having been found in such a compromising position.

"If you endear yourself to the boy, perhaps he will not be so afraid of your retribution and perhaps he will keep your secret."

"Our secret," Altair corrected. He pulled himself up to standing--still completely naked--and looked down at the map he'd ruined with his face. "Looks as if you'll have to start all over, Malik." He rubbed his fingers against his cheek and frowned at the ink that came off. "You could have told me it was still wet."

Malik's response was dismissive.

Altair came from behind the counter and strode past the novice to where the fountain trickled water out. He was filthy with sweat and come and ink, his skin marred with red pressure marks and bite marks and sucked-in bruises from where he'd been handled roughly. But he crouched by the water and washed as if nothing at all of note had happened, stopping only to look at him with some disdain and concern.

"I assume your business here was of some importance?"

But for the life of him, the novice could not even remember why he'd come.

Wow, this is great! Super hot!

The more the merrier I think!

Oh wow. This is so hot! Anon is very happy with how you filled my prompt. Loved it!

Oooh!! OP would definitely love a second fill - lucky me! More fills are love :-)

In terms of pairings I was thinking anything goes, really

Just finished AC4 and I have one thing to say, Haytham was so frigging adorable as a kid! (why does it make AC3 and Forsaken all the more tragic for me, DAMM YOU BIRCH!)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=npQVVRoPa_E

Give me some father & son moments between Edward and kid!Haytham, I don't care what I need some fluff between these 2.

Because awesome prompt from part 4 is awesome, and it's a shame that it hasn't been filled

"I've been studying movie injuries and makeup.
I want Leonardo to troll Ezio a bit, using paints to create horrible-looking wounds.

Perhaps cover Ezio in fake injuries while he's sleeping and freak him out;
or cover himself in wounds and make Ezio think someone hurt him.
Or something else, but similar?

Pairings and smexytimes are optional, but somewhat preferred if you can find a way to put them in. <3"

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