Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme
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If Only (4/4)

[(Anonymous)]

He wondered what would be revealed if he eased that hood away, took away the concealing shadows from the Assassin’s face. He suspected it would be a handsome one indeed; the chiseled nose and strong-but-not-heavy jaw promised much. Of the upper face, however, he had only glimpsed those eyes, bright and piercing and raptor-golden and fierce. But now in his mind, he pondered what else lay hidden. Were the brows heavy and brooding, or high and sweeping arches like mantled wings? The hair – doubtless shorn short against heat and enemy hands attempting to find a grip, but would it be the ebony he had seen on some other Saracens, or would it be lighter in shade, like the amber-gold eyes? Was it not black, but the darkest of browns, edged with lighter shades, even gold – like the golden eagles that flew across both these blazing lands and the mountains of his own France and England? Certainly everything else of this man bespoke those wild, fierce creatures, that could never be tamed, only enticed.

There was a piece of him that laughed triumphantly at that. Let the heathen Saladin brandish his golden eagle banner. Here was an eagle that would never fly to that man’s call.

And what of the face itself? Were there scars, perhaps, to match the thin line across the lips that were thinned with the effort of controlling the man’s thoughts and emotions, and the urge to surge up and fight when he knew he could not?

If Richard drew his fingers across the dark stubble shadowing the upper lip on an otherwise clean-shaven face, if he traced the line of those lips... if he leaned close, let his own body press against his captive as he met those blazing eyes with his own – he wondered, would the Assassin respond?

Likely. God in his wisdom had shaped the human body to respond to death with the urges of life, to seek out comfort and companionship after danger. The Assassin had just fought for his life and the life of his Brotherhood. Helpless, bound, unable to move or fight back against Richard’s touch, able only to feel – Richard knew from experience that any man, no matter what his personal inclinations, would physically respond to an intimate touch when the blood was roused.

If Richard pressed even closer, nipped and teased at those thin-pressed lips with his own, they might part in surprise – or even, reluctantly, open of their own will, letting him taste the blazing ferocity of this Holy Land in the form of one of its own children...

...and the moment Richard made one slip, the Assassin would be gone – probably leaving the king to choke on his own blood in the bargain. Sighing, Richard shook his head, dismissing the fantasy. It was a moot point regardless. He had not stopped the man, and the Assassin was gone in truth. He had already proven that he could strike and vanish again as he chose, hunting de Sable’s equally treacherous allies. If Richard were to see the man again, it would likely be as a shadow in the crowd – or in the man’s own arms as he died the death delivered to de Sable this day.

Still, there was something to be gained from this. The Assassins were neutral in his own war with Saladin, but the Templars had made an enemy of them, and he did not think the Saracen order would forget that quickly. Doubtless they would refuse to strike against Saladin’s own forces – worse luck – but if the Templars proved unruly, perhaps the Assassins might yet prove themselves allies.

And as for his fantasy... well. No harm in storing that away as an image to hold and treasure when next his mother sought grandchildren from him. Smiling to himself, Richard mentally shrugged and closed his eyes as he contemplated what might have been.

NOTES: I'm not sure anyone knows what the Assassins actually called themselves. Hashshashim was a derogatory term. On the other hand, this is King Richard – he’s hardly going to know the distinction! Also - sorry about the constant references to God, but come on - medieval Christian Crusader. It kinda comes with the turf.

Yes, Saladin had a golden eagle as his standard. They're gorgeous birds. And now I want someone to play with the symbolism of that...

Anyway. Sorry about the lack of any explicit smut - I cannot write it and know better than to try.

Re: If Only (4/4)

[(Anonymous)]

Write!Anon here: I deliberately left the ending open, so if anyone wants to continue this with more R-rated fantasizing - have at! *grins and bows out*

OP here!

[(Anonymous)]

That. Was. Incredible! King Richard really seemed like the man from the game, and his musings on Altair were really hot - and I didn't know that about the golden eagle! Thank you so much!
Do you by any chance want my firstborn? Cause you've already won the internet with this...

Re: If Only (4/4)

[(Anonymous)]

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I have a sudden urge to stalk you now, regardless of the absence of smut. You weave worlds with your words and that little piece of Richard's mind was pure gold. I applaud you. By all means, feel free to be distracted again by this little (!) meme. Any contribution from your pen is sure to spark interest.

Thanks a million for sharing this... Now, will you have my children, please? XD