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Malik's sons and Altair's sons get into an argument, much to the amusement of their fathers.

Oh, WOW. I LOVE YOU. And you say you're not good at writing them? OH MY GOD BIGGEST UNDERSTATEMENT EVER. I just...love this. Loveitloveitloveit.

Ezio/Leonardo with hot Venetian back alley sex. Bonus if you include Desmond and the gang watching it on the Animus and commenting away.

Seconded!

Altaïr/Malik - Malik doesn't like the cold. :3

(Because I like A/M 1,000,000 times more than LeoEzio. >.>)

I.

[
“Rebecca…! I really need the fast forward button now please! NOW PLEASE.”

“Hey, hey, hold your goddamn horses, Des. I am trying my fucking best.”

“Any idea why this memory is fixed to this sequence? I doubt this is really their first time, which means we probably got to skip that part of the fiasco. Unless your ancestor was enough of a dick to have a first time in a back alley. Which wouldn’t surprise me.”

“We’re not entirely sure how the Animus works still, Shaun. You saw what happened previously when we just tried to chop up sequences. It can corrupt the whole datastream.”

“Lucy? Shaun? Anyone?”

“Oh shut up, you whiny little streak of piss. Rebecca’s trying her best and Lucy and I will be here to hold your hand through the scary homosexual encounter, all right? And don’t even think about stopping the session. If I have to sit through the entire goddamn Carnivale-information sequence again because you’re scared of another man’s dick I’m going to put arsenic in your orange juice.”
]

Ezio had Leonardo pinned against the wall, out of sight of the Carnivale festivities, mouthing sloppy kisses over his neck, the first clasp of the artist’s shirt and tunic dragged open. Leonardo’s beautiful fingers were in his hair, skittering over his neck, and his breath was growing sharp, pitched. “Ezio… Ezio, we should go back, t-to the workshop.”

“I have had a glass of wine, caro mio,” Ezio growled, pushing a knee between Leonardo’s legs and tilting his head back such that the assassin could better attend to the sleek column of his neck, “And I have had to spend the entire evening watching perfumed butterflies and bejeweled slabs of fat paw and fawn over you.”

“That is n-not a nice thing to say,” Leonardo’s chuckle hitched as Ezio slid a palm down from the small of his back to his rump. “They are my patrons.”

“Patrons, yes, lover, no,” Ezio retorted. “Just because they give you money for your work, it does not mean they have any right to touch you.”

“You are too… ah! Too possessive, caro mio.” Leonardo was reaching behind Ezio to unbuckle the belts at his waist, rubbing himself with increasing eagerness on the hard thigh between his legs. “You were the one who wanted to come along.”

“Because I thought something like this would happen.” Ezio kissed Leonardo roughly against the filthy wall, until he was clawing against the brick and Leonardo was arching and groaning against him.

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“How are we going on the fast forward button?”

“It’s fixed to the information sequence, Des. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t sound sorry!”

“Well, ahaha, you have to admit, this is kinda hot.”

“I hate you all.”

“It won’t last very long, Miles, so just sit tight and think of flowers and fucking sunshine, all right?”

“Is it that uncomfortable, Desmond? Are you in pain?”

“It’s not… not the pain it is just argh it’s like I’m in a porno that I didn’t even know I signed up for! I’m not gay but I can feel everything that Ezio is feeling and… Uhh. Fuck. I think someone better put a blanket on me down there. Please?”

“Like nobody here’s seen an erection before, Miles. Stop being a baby.”

“Shut up, Shaun. Go get the blanket from the bed. Desmond, relax. Nobody’s embarrassed here.”

“We’ve always managed to skip forward from the women before!”

“I guess Leonardo’s just special, huh. Wow. Look at that. Think they’ve probably been together for a while. When do you think it started? Should we sift backwards?”

“I hate you especially, Rebecca.”
]

Leonardo’s boots and breeches were discarded on a crate, and Ezio had his own breeches down to his knees, easily supporting his lover’s weight in his arms up against the wall as he eased into him, encouraging Leonardo to wrap his legs around his waist.

“Aah… Ezio…”

“You are still wet from this afternoon,” Ezio purred as he hilted himself, dragging his tongue up Leonardo’s neck, over the Adam’s apple to his chin, and they kissed, breathless, panting, “So wet and ready.”

Leonardo flushed, bucking between them. “If you know that, caro mio, then do not tease me.”

“I think I will take this slow,” Ezio drawled, rocking into Leonardo, angling his hips until his lover bit down on his own lip and whined.

“W-we are hardly in private, Ezio, we can’t-”

“Nobody will see us here,” Ezio sucked at the patch of skin under Leonardo’s left ear until the artist hissed and twisted eagerly into his teeth, his arms curled tight around Ezio’s shoulders.

“I… I… aah! Harder, Ezio, per favore…”

“You need to be able to walk home, do you not?” Ezio chuckled at Leonardo’s frustrated whimper. “So we will take this slow, and when we are home, if you still need to be pounded into a wall, a bed, then… ah… I will gladly oblige you, beloved.”

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“Slow? They’re going to take this slow?”

“Logically it makes sense, Miles.”

“No it does not! We’re talking about capital punishment for sodomy here!”

“History indicates that neither of them got caught. Don’t worry, Des. Mm. I think I’m going to save this part.”

“Rebecca.”

“Leonardo is the hottest piece of ass that I’ve ever seen, Des. Don’t judge me.”

“He’s gay. And he’s dead.”

“So?”

“… I hate you all. I can hear you laughing, Lucy. Can anyone tell me how long this sequence has left?”

“Looks like at least an hour. Sit tight, Des.”

“Fuuuck.”

“You don’t say. We have to sit here and listen to you bitch and whine for an hour. Think about us here, Miles. Besides, you’re clearly enjoying it.”

“Stop making him feel self-conscious, Shaun. Desmond, I’m sorry. Rebecca and I will try and work on isolating sequences so this won’t happen again.”

“Aww, Lucy-”

“Well, you have to admit that this is pretty much a waste of time, Rebecca.”

“Yeah, like I’m the only one blushing here.”

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It was a pleasant eternity of slow thrusts and sloppy kisses before Leonardo stiffened and ground down against him with a wrenching moan. “E-Ezio…”

“Mi dispiace, beloved. Endure it a little longer.” Ezio pressed one of Leonardo’s thighs carefully up against the artist, spreading him further, and thrust hard, snapping his hips into the hot, wet heat of Leonardo’s body until his lover was clawing weakly at his shoulders with hoarse cries like wounded moans. When Ezio reached completion it was with his teeth buried in Leonardo’s throat.

Leonardo was stumbling even as they dressed and cleaned up the best they could, the artist gingerly pressing his fingers against the marked skin, too high for a collar to hide. “I think you… you do this to me on purpose.”

Ezio smirked, drawing one of Leonardo’s arms around his shoulders to support him as they walked down the alley. “You believe so?”

“Do you know how inconvenient it is to have to apply theatre makeup every morning to hide it?” Leonardo smiled against Ezio’s ear, kissing his cheek, then he grimaced as he took another unsteady step. “Really, Ezio, this is quite uncomfortable. And awkward.”

“What is?”

“Walking when… when I am like this.” Leonardo stiffened briefly.

“When you are so wet with my issue?” Ezio purred, patting Leonardo’s rump, grinning as the artist flinched. “Hmm.”

“I know that sound,” Leonardo grumbled. “I am tired. When we reach our home, I am going to sleep.”

“Very well.” Ezio, however, merely nipped Leonardo, just above the reddening mark he had left earlier.

“… perhaps taking a lover so much younger than myself has its disadvantages.” Leonardo twisted a little in Ezio’s arms, and they shared a tender kiss in the dark.

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“Hey. Hey, hey, the sequence isn’t ending. You said an hour. It’s been an hour, right?”

“I said at least an hour, Des. Looks like we get to follow them home.”

“Don’t sound so goddamn perky! Fast forward button! Concentrate!”

“Put a sock in it, Miles. I swear, listening to you whine through the entire thing has the erotic effect of imagining Margaret Thatcher in her knickers.”

“I really hate you all.”
]

-fin, lol-

I fucking love Shaun more and more. XD

AHH THANK YOU! THANK YOU SO MUCH! I swear, you write the best snarky Shaun and yet it was still damn hot. On a side note, you are my hero for filling out so many requests. They have made my day a little bit brighter and your writing is just excellent. You have kept this kink meme alive and with such fantastic quality to boot. My hat's off to you.

Not the OP but I love this

Shaun seems a little too mean, though.

Also not the OP.

Shaun is either jealous or on his period. ;)

Pssst....this wasn't written for the kink meme, but it's what you wanted. Enjoy! http://community.livejournal.com/creedslash/4566.html

Oh thank you babe! Your a lifesaver! I'll do both of them! *sets to work*

I'm okay with that. :D

Well...jealous, not on his period

I'm on mine right now, not fun

Sorry you had to hear that

Altair!angst. I want him to feel guilty about what happened to Kadar. Massive kudos if you can somehow work some guilt!sex or masturbation into this.

What's the interweb for if not to tell complete strangers too much information? xD

(Periods are icky, dnw.)

But yeah. Jealous!Shaun is good. :3

When you say guilt!sex, do you mean with Malik? 'cause if so, I am so on this.

I'm emotional and moody and want to make the entire web suffer with me.

This really must be how Shaun Feels. :|

I know what you mean. xD

/dies-laughing
It certainly must be. :)

D'oh! I can't believe I forgot to mention that! YES!! Malik. :D

I like the way you think, my anonymous friend. ;)

Always watching Desmond as he fulfilled the tasks he was given as Altair, Lucy (being the logical person that she was) soon realized that she had developed quite a crush on the enigmatic assassin from 1191. She'd curse herself, falling for someone so painfully out of reach... at least there were always dreams. Her mind would reject that reality, replacing it with its own wishes every night. Tonight was no different.

She was in one of the rooftop gardens. Judging by the rabble outside, Lucy deduced they were in Damascus. Waiting. Always waiting for him. The skilled assassin didn't disappoint, climbing into the structure with that agility and grace that Lucy had always admired. She let a small smile form on her lips as he pulled back his hood, amber eyes roaming over her form. He didn't smile, but she could see something in his eyes. At this point, she ignored that deep down she knew this was all make believe and beckoned for him to come closer. Silently, he knelt down to her level, the beginning of a smirk curling the corner of his mouth. Lucy pulled him close, kissing him softly on the lips, lingering on his scar that she loved so. He kissed back, pulling her close to his body, opening her mouth easily with his, tasting her. She let out a small moan.

He then began to kiss her neck, taking his time to get to her collar bone, opening her clothing as he went. Dream-Altair was nonplussed by clothing that would have been strange to him, easily unclasping her brassier and focusing attention on her ample bosom as she squirmed, letting out small squeaks of unadulterated pleasure. He trailed kisses over her nipples, sucking on them, closing his teeth over them gently. The kisses continued down to her flat belly, but she pulled him up, back up to her lips. She spoke in a heated whisper to him, begging him for more and he did let himself grin at that one, eyes darkened with lust.

Lucy helped him remove her skirt and panties while the assassin traced his calloused fingers over her soft skin, squeezing here and there, sending jolts of pleasure through her. They went lower, lower, teasing her the closer they got to their destination.

But, as most erotic dreams often do, it was then that she awoke, breath coming in gasps, a swollen heat built between her thighs as an exasperated sigh escaped from her throat.

"Damnit."

You write such lovely things! I'd love to see anything else you've done, if you would feel comfortable PM-ing me to point the way to any of your other works, I would be greatly obliged! If you're not comfortable, I entirely understand.

It's crazy how much I can see this working. 'A'

holy freaking god thank you for filling this. it is everything i wanted and then some. YOU ARE WONDERFUL ♥ AAAAAAAA

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