asscreedkinkmeme | Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed

The ruins were dark and quiet. Only the gentle sounds of horses stirring and the shifting of dormant embers in abandoned fires greeted his silent feet as he crept around a wall half buried in sand.

He had expected there to be some kind of patrol, or at least a host of guards securing the perimeter. There was nobody.

He slid from building to building, a shadow among shadows. Nothing. No guards greeted him with shouts and the scrape of drawn swords, and no men ran from him with a golden glow in their auras.

In fact, once he had swept the area with The Sight to no avail, he wondered if the place wasn't empty after all.

He growled in frustration and dropped from his perch on a roof, into something moist that gave with a wet 'squelch'. Altair stepped from the mess and bent to inspect it.

The smell of blood and unwashed flesh assaulted his nose. It was a mess of what had once been the midsection of a Templar guard -if the sigil on a stained scrap of cloth was to be believed- now thoroughly dismembered.

Deep, ragged trenches marked his armour and remains, and Altair would have believed that it was the work of an animal, if an animal existed that was capable of tearing through Templar armour like so much silk.

Altair felt cold sweat prick his brow, he was alone in an abandoned town with a man -or men- of insurmountable strength and skill who's preferred method of execution was to tear his Templar victims limb from limb. One could only hope he was sympathetic to Assassin views. Although, Altair doubted it.

Dimly he heard rustling of fabric and footsteps in the distance, behind the rotted door of a house furthest from the rest of the village, and he shrank into the shadows as the light of a candle leaked out from the window and the holes in the decrepit walls.

Perhaps his target was still alive, he would not be forgiven if he left this question unanswered and retuned to Masyaf. Altair took a long, almost even breath and steeled himself for the task at hand.

He did not even consider the door. Assassins preferred high ground, and the roof was half caved in and perfect for a a good view and an arial assassination, should the need arise.

The candle lit only half the room and cast the other in sharp shadow, but Altair could see the sleeping figure on a rough travelling bedroll. He cast his eyes over it and the rest of the room using The Sight and frowned when he showed no aura. This man was alone, and dead.

It was a disappointment, but perhaps it was his mark and he would be able to leave this cursed place and whatever malevolent presence was stalking these ruins without drawing attention to himself.

He dropped delicately onto a drift of sand and stalked around the edges of the room until he was an arm's length from the figure, who stirred and rolled to face him.

It fixed him with the luminescent eyes of a beast, and as he frantically backed into the wall it whispered to him from a widely grinning mouth, "It has been so very long... novice".

_{Porn soon, I promise D :}

Fuuuuuuccckkk this is amazing.
Waiting desperately for next installment.

Ah! Just wanted to let you know I'm still working on this- but gotta finish another prompt first.

Desmond looked positively terrified that morning, so of course Shaun couldn't pass up an opportunity to bother him about it.

"What, did you have a nightmare about spiders again, or something?" Desmond stared up at him, eyes still wide. "Stop being a pussy and snap out of it, you wanker." That seemed to work. Desmond coughed, looking back towards the cup of coffee he was nursing at the table. "So what's the bloody problem today, hmm?"

"Belly dancing." Shaun punctuated his stare by looking pointedly over his glasses.

"Really now. And how is that as scarring as, say, killing people." Desmond fidgeted with his cup, not looking up.

"...I think I know how to belly dance now."

Shaun's glare turned into a real stare, then.

"What."

"...look, just, ah," he stood, grabbing one of Shaun's wrists, "come here, for a minute." Shaun followed reluctantly, scowling a bit.

"I swear to God, Miles, if this is a joke I'm going to give you one hell of a shiner."

But then Desmond was locking the door and stripping off his hoodie - god knows why - but then Shaun understood as he began to snap his hips back and forth. It was slow at first, his eyes closed in concentration, arms hovering at roughly shoulder height. Snap. Snap. Snap. It was entrancing. And then he started to go faster, shaking and moving and his entire abdomen seemed like it was dancing, much-too-hypnotic.

He started shaking then, something between a dance move and a wiggle, beginning to turn and Shaun gaped as that ass (which he would, albeit occasionally, admire) shook ever so perfectly. Shaun's thoughts wandered to how that move could be put to work and then to how this was rather like a distant lapdance. Desmond was beginning to shine just barely with a sheen of sweat, eyes still screwed shut as he concentrated. Droplets gathered and ran along the curve of muscles in his back and Shaun's mouth was suddenly dry.

A few flourishes and he ended by lowering himself to the ground and bending over backwards, panting just a bit and a hint of flush on his cheeks.

There was silence for a moment before Desmond dared to open his eyes and Shaun pounced.

I love the bleeding effect. :3

I am stupidly delighted that someone took this and am in the process of squeeing all over the place. I AWAIT MORE WITH EXCITEMENT.

A/N: Warning: It only gets worse from here. (I mean, we haven't even gotten to the real rape part- but it still gets way rougher. I may have gone overboard a bit)

Desmond began really tearing up this time, his throat throbbing as the corner of his lips felt like they were splitting around the brutal pace that was set, his head held in place. The hand pulling his jaw open was the only thing stopping him from biting down, the only thing keeping him from dealing out the pain his assailant deserved. Inadvertently, his face began to warm with a red flush, partly caused by the strain on his jaw, partly caused by the sight of surrounding templars beginning to pull out their newly found erections. They stroked themselves hard, timing it with Desmond’s grunts of pain each time the cock head tore further in to the tissue at the back of his mouth. It fucking hurt- and there was nothing he could do but shut his eyes tightly, refusing to let the pain of subjugation show on his face.

Not that his eyes stayed shut for long- they popped open suddenly as a body moved behind him, running a hand up his chest underneath his dark t-shirt before pinching down on a nipple, twisting hard. Desmond bucked back, moaning as he was pushed back in to position. The flush spread across his face and liquid heat began pooling in his groin- No! This wasn’t happening- he wasn’t getting hard- this couldn’t be…

As much as he wanted to deny his body’s lust, as the rough twisting of his nipple continued, the throbbing heat multiplied from within him. His mind tried to quell the rising fever, but every movement that jarred his body also jarred apart his focus. His fear of arousal was confirmed as the same man reached another hand around him to unzip his jeans and palm at his engorged length. Desmond let out a muffled cry from his stretched mouth as the hand began to roughly pull on him in hard, unforgiving, strokes, also timing them with the jack-hammering of his head.

“Heh, looks like little Seventeen is enjoying it.” The strokes became stronger and no longer pleasurable- Desmond felt like each tug would nearly pull his dick off. Despite the intense pain, he was still harder than he’d ever been before, helplessly whining and bucking against the stuffed-in hardness. The heat only grew, making him sweat and tear up more. Every sensation was magnified in intense clarity: the grooves of skin in the palm fisting him, the breathy chuckles in his ear, and the scratch of a nail brushing by his erect nub before switching sides.

“You were so right, what a slut.” Desmond vaguely recognized the hissed words and the sucking of an ear lobe before teeth dug in to the junction of his neck, hard. He cried out and tried to buck again, being swiftly immobilized by the bodies behind and in front of him.

“Oh god, the pig’s throat closes up when you do that, fuck…best fucking thing ever… do it again,” came a moan, as the hard pace of thrusting only increased in magnitude. More excruciating bites occurred on Desmond’s collar and shoulders, teeth lingering long enough to pull and tear on flesh, before the cock was pulled out of his mouth with an obscene popping sound, thick semen jetting out over his face and hair. Desmond shook; still being jerked off as his head was pulled back to take the full extent of the spray, trying but failing to glower at his captors through cum-covered eyelashes, blood and more cum trickling down the torn corners of his mouth.

“Not so cocky after your medicine, huh?” one of the men leered. Desmond tried to retort but all that came out was a gurgle, the mess in his throat bubbling up. This led to a hearty chuckle amongst the men that made him shudder.

“Wow, I think you just fucked his throat shut.”

“Good, fuck toys have no purpose talking back, right Seventeen?”

Desmond could only continue shivering with arousal, pained whimpers involuntarily escaping him each time his nipples or dick were tugged at viciously. He couldn’t focus on fighting back anymore, let alone to consider if escape was even possible. His mind had become bleary and overloaded with lust and pain, the sensations crowding over everything else, pushing him towards the edge. He barely caught himself in time to keep from screaming by biting down on the insides of his cheeks- tearing at the tissue there, too. One of the men had shoved and tightened a steel pipe ring around the base of his length, effectively preventing his release. Desmond’s hips still bucked up involuntarily, searching for the hand that was bringing him to completion earlier. Even though he had stopped himself from crying out, the reflex of his suddenly-lewd body allowed the men to humiliate him all the same.

The thin fabric of his t-shirt had now fallen back over his chest as he continued heaving for fresh air without rough hands to hold it up. It caught the eye of one of the templars. “Holy shit man, what did you do to his tits? They’re sticking way out.” He leaned over Desmond, palm touching the fabric over an erect sensitized tip, as he relished in the low moan it drew.

The man who had ruthlessly been tugging on him chuckled from behind. “Nothing special, bitch has some really sensitive nips. Check it out!” Desmond let out a keening noise in protest, throat still strained from the pounding it took. His shirt was torn roughly from his body, collar digging in to his neck for a moment as it ripped, allowing the men to crowd around closer and feast their eyes on his red, swollen nipples.

A/N: Captcha says "in bridling"
Is it suggesting that I fit Desmond with a bit and reins? Thanks, Captcha.

I realize that I have been callous in my A/N, as "real rape" is an inappropriate term to describe what I meant (as it suggests that non-penetrative assault is not rape), so I appologize for that.

This is both hot and disturbing; not gonna lie, I feel a little sick D:

"You seem surprised to see me, is the face of an old comrade so disturbing?", the monster chuckled darkly and rolled fluidly to its feet.

Altair wasn't so sure his heart was still beating. His breath was coming in gasps. This man was- "Malik?"

"You remember me, I'm flattered".

"You! I watched you die, you were cut down by Robert's men in Solomon's Temple! You- this- can't possibly be real. This is a hallucination.."

Malik growled, a sound which had nothing to do with human vocal chords, and stepped slowly from the shadows of the room.

He still wore the Assassin robes that Altair had last seen him in in Solomon's Temple. They were stained with old blood and dirt, and torn and tattered beyond repair. Altair could see scarred flesh underneath, especially his left arm, which bore livid white tissue up and down it's entire length. His eyes, when they focused on Altair, glowed gold and green in the candle light, animalistic and intense. When he spoke Altair could hear and see his elongated canines clicking against each other.

"In your assumption you are partially correct, brother", he spat the word, "however, this is no hallucination, this is my vengeance".

Altair was as bewildered as he was angry, and he stepped toward the apparition that called itself Malik before speaking, determined to not show fear. "I do not understand your words, demon. Malik is dead, and the dead do not return in the flesh to torment the living. Even if it were possible, Malik died for the Creed, as do we all. It was the fault of no one, save his own incompetence!"

The demon was on him in an instant, snarling viciously. He was thrown against the wall by an inhuman strength and a hand bearing curved and pointed nails was holding him nearly off the floor by his throat.

"You lead us to our deaths! Kadar's and mine! Your foolish arrogance cost us the ultimate sacrifice, yet you dare speak with such impudence!?" His voice quieted to a seething whisper, "We do not all pass on, novice, our grudges hold us here. We are sentenced to wander the world of man, consumed by regret. Nothing more than Shades in the desert." He leaned in and his lips brushed against Altair's ear as he whispered, "Jinn".

Altair couldn't hold back an involuntary shudder, and his lips felt paper dry as he opened his mouth to speak. "You intend to kill me". It had not been a question.

Malik made a gesture in the air in front of Altair, and removed his hand from his throat. As he turned away, Altair discovered that he could no longer move his body. The pressure of Malik's hand was still there, crushing his windpipe.

"Certainly, but I find myself at a loss at how to end your life", Malik paced slowly around the room, as if in thought, "I considered eating you, from the feet up so you could watch, but alas, I am no longer hungry".

With a sickened feeling Altair recalled the dismembered Templars outside, "you have become a monster".

Malik was in front of him faster than Altair could track, furious once more. "No more than yourself, insolent fool!". His expression twisted into a mirthless smile. "It is your pride and arrogance that killed us, and shortly you too, but first I will enjoy taking it from you."

_{AN: Whoa, this is getting dark fast... |8

I took some (read: a shitton) of liberties with the meaning of 'jinn'. Wiki and my dictionary loosely define them as intelligent spirits capable of animal and human forms, and that was a really convenient excuse. Please don't be offended by my fudging of Middle Eastern mythology. D8

I promise Malik shuts up and gets to the sexin' in the next part.}

...ah... aahhh.... *flails*
I might. Seriously. Try. When I get back from my vacation. This gave me such a plotbunny.
*flails some more*

(OHSHIT SORRY this ended up on the wrong thread. NEVER MIND)
Though

FFUUUU IF I COULD WRITE GIOVANNI.

HEARTILY SECONDED. SOMEONE. DO. THIS.

*squeaks and flails*
I might take a try at this if my job doesn't start kicking my ass the moment I'm back from my holiday.
SCHRÖDINGER'S CLAIM. If someone else does this first I'll relinguish it happily.

... is watching you masturbate. (Desmond maybe?)

CRACK FIC GO!

Bonuspoints if you can work Basement!Altaïr in there too.

THE MORE FILLS THE BETTER, SERIOUSLY. It's awesome seeing what two different writers come up with using the same prompt <3

I love how out of the blue Desmond's answer was! Poor Shaun, he never saw it coming.

Not anonymous so you can contact me if you want. I took belly dance lessons for a couples years, so if you want any advice for writing the dancing parts feel free to bug me about it!

Desmonnnnnd ;_;

(I am looking forward to the comfort from Shaun though)

DO WANT! xD I can't wait for some fills anons! (not op, btw) :P

While driving home today, I was thinking on a fill I'm working on, and this song popped up on the radio: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SSwpW_QKz_I (It's "No Son of Mine" by Genesis)

And I started to think about Desmond's family, if they're still alive, and how they feel about the whole running away, and being kidnapped thing. And I had this image of his father being a huge douche about it. Even going as far as saying that he isn't welcomed anymore, etc. This knowledge tortures him during a mission, and almost gets him killed, and while in recovery, while all the other assassins are being supportive and such, his family isn't.

My inner fangirl would like some Shaun/Desmond going on, but it isn't needed. Although, I would like someone to, at least, cheer him up. Some cheesy line about having a new family that DOES care about him.

Filling, btw. Don't know when it'll be up because of finals and graduating and people visiting, but eh... I spent a good hour planning the whole thing out yesterday, so. Mostly because I can NOT get that song out of my head goddamn.

I love you.

I HAVE A FANTASTIC MENTAL IMAGE. MAKE IT HAPPEN, ANON.

Modern AU. Kadar is a cashier at a grocery store, working a late shift. And then Federico comes in and buys lube / extra large condoms / maybe some whipped cream / etc, and Kadar tries not to be completely awkward while ringing him up.

^{and I'd obviously be delighted if you can work in some wild sex after that, but I'm not picky.}

OPanon is just here to quote the previous reply of "I love you." XD

Thank you so much for filling!!

Okay. Okay. I haven't started writing this yet, but I will. I got some ideas rolling around and it should be much more reasonable than I thought.

Bit busy at the moment, so the caveat about timeliness still stands, however.

_{& like I said, if someone else comes along and decides they can fill it, do it}

-writeranon

Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed

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