Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme
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[(Anonymous)]

so, let's get some more KINK up in this kinkmeme. (bloodkink!anons have been making me very happy.)

Leatherkink! Personally I like boots and the scents, but anon is free to do whatever. some combo of Altaïr, Malik, Ezio, Leo, Des, and Shaun preferred. go for it.

[(Anonymous)]

Seconded, like mad.
So mad, my anus burns for it.

Dead Cows... Oh Really, Leonardo?

[(Anonymous)]

Okay... probably not what was expected by the OP, but I was severely disappointed by the lack of Salai in the games, so it'll feature him. That kid makes a fun plot point. I tried to be as accurate as possible to reality. So, Salai's about 23. XDDD


Salai hated leather. He hated leather with more passion than Leonardo had for all his work. He hated the smell, the look, the feel: everything about leather. Whenever Leonardo would pick it up, he almost—almost—told him that leather was made from cattle—so why was he indulging in it?

Actually, he thought viciously, he hated it because Ezio liked it.

And he hated what Ezio liked because he hated Ezio: the charming, smooth-talking assassin that so clearly had his master “wrapped around his finger.” He got Leonardo to do anything he wanted, and he treated his master like a dog. He hated Ezio, and he wondered what it would take to get Ezio out of their lives so he could have his maestro all to himself.

So, he resorted to crime, usually stealing. There were certain things he wouldn’t steal—like what was rightfully Leonardo’s. He would steal money, burn clothing, mess up commissions, be ridiculously lazy, but only if Ezio was involved somehow. He once tried to steal the purse of a footman who had undressed to try on a jousting outfit Leonardo made (he had overheard the man to secretly be a spy for the thieves, and thieves equaled Ezio, right?). He knew it was petty: he knew it was ridiculous, but he just couldn’t help himself. He wanted to save Leonardo from heartache. He could be a better lover for him than that stupid assassin, and he was determined to drive the him out without stirring Leonardo’s suspicions.

Ezio knew: the looks he gave him when Leonardo told him Salai had burned his only change of clothes there, the growls Ezio would give when he found he had pick pocketed him (and this, he thought with pride, he had done several times), and the overall hateful and spiteful attitude he gave off. Ezio was a womanizer: Ezio was a flirt: Ezio was a heartbreaker.

Which brought his thoughts back to here, to Leonardo’s studio, where “That Dumb Slut” had just given Leonardo a beautiful piece of Turkish hide (which, he noted, as Leonardo babbled about making it into boots, would “fetch a pretty penny” at the market—anise candy, he here comes.). Leonardo was taken with it—it was a beautiful piece of hide. The firelight threw shadows over everything (Leonardo had specifically spoken against drawing by firelight once), and he watched the assassin and his master conversing quietly on the other side of the studio. Ezio seemed royally pleased with himself for his gift, and Leonardo looked happy, too remarkably happy. He stepped from the shadows to make his presence known.

Re: Dead Cows... Oh Really, Leonardo?

[(Anonymous)]

“Isn’t leather made of animals?”

Leonardo and Ezio paused and turned to look in the direction of his assistant. Ezio seemed to be studying him, looking past him to see his true motives. So then, he would let him. The man looked foreboding and intimidating in the shadowed firelight even with his hood off, but Salai didn’t care. Ezio was human, so Ezio could be defeated.

“Why are you so excited that some animal was killed to create boots?”

He tilted his head and acted genuinely confused. Inside, he was dancing with victory as he felt Ezio send a glare that would have most of Hell running—but he wasn’t nicknamed “Salai” for nothing. He could almost hear the trap close as Leonardo thought.

“I… I had not thought of that. I do not generally think after receiving a gift.”

Leonardo’s face twisted up as he ran his fingers over the pelt. Salai tried not to laugh at the irritated look Ezio gave him.

“Then, perhaps he should take it back?”

The artist said distantly, “No, I will keep it: it would make a fine set of boots. I had not thought of it that way. Perhaps for you? Oh dear, I had not… Oh my, Ezio…”

Ezio sighed and rubbed his forehead, muttering curses under his breath. Leonardo smiled at him softly and placed a hand on the assassin’s shoulder.

“Salai, it is well into early morning. You should get some sleep. We all should,” Ezio growled.

Salai nodded and bowed. “I am sorry for interrupting, maestro, but I simply could not sleep when I heard conversation. I will leave you two.”

He turned around and exited the room, and as he glanced back over his shoulder, he could have sworn he saw Ezio pulling Leonardo in for a kiss. The fight was on, and Salai would not lose.

He was out of the house the next morning before Leonardo was awake. And when Leonardo did wake and begin looking for that wonderful piece of hide Ezio had given him—Heaven forbid he lost it: he was always careful with what Ezio gave him—he started searching frantically.

“My God, surely I—No, I put it—”

“Leonardo, what are you looking for?”

He stopped the hectic shuffling through his piles of sketches to stare at the handsome man. Without the armor and the weapons (all safely stored in his room so Salai couldn’t get to it), he seemed almost naked—breathtakingly beautiful, indeed Leonardo thought, but with just his shirt and pants, Ezio seemed naked.

“Your hide. I lost that beautiful hide you gave me just last night!”

The forty-year-old man chuckled and walked over, pulling Leonardo into an early morning hug. “Did you ever consider your assistant stole it?”

Leonardo hugged back lightly, resting his forehead on Ezio’s shoulder and murmuring, “I do not want to believe it.”

Ezio hugged him tightly. “You are too nice. He has stolen from you all nine years he has lived here.”

Leonardo sagged in his arms. “I know. But the boy—he has potential. And he is such a joy to paint.”

Ezio scowled at those words but hugged him regardless. After a few minutes, Leonardo straightened, and he let go. Leonardo smiled at the assassin. “Well, there is work to be done. Are you leaving—”

He held up a hand for silence. “I have decided to retire to the desk. My body cannot handle the same strain as it did before, and now I can rest with Cesare dead.”

Leonardo stared at him, shocked. “You—but—assassinations are—”

Ezio smiled softly. “They are the past. If you do not mind me—”

Leonardo smiled warmly, his eyes lighting up with child-like splendor. “No! No! You are always welcome to live here!” He hugged the assassin tightly. “Never think otherwise! Oh, this is wonderful! No more worrying about whether or not you will return! And won’t Salai be relieved!”

Ezio pried the artist off and looked him in the eye. “Salai will not receive this well. He hates me, Leonardo, and always has.”

Leonardo laughed. “I am sure you are mistaken. The boy is greedy and a thief, but he is not bad. Breakfast?”

Ezio gave him a concerned look. “Leonardo, you need to…” The words died in his throat as he stared at the artist’s happy look. He nodded with a sigh.

“Please. It would be nice.”

And as Leonardo rushed off to fix a breakfast for them, he could only think about how ugly this was going to get.

Hm.....

[(Anonymous)]

This isn't too late, yeah? I'm willing to fill it--although it might be a little bit different than what you expected, but I figured now's better than nothing, right?

Re: Hm.....

[(Anonymous)]

I am not OP but I track this post, and I am dying for some fic to appear here again one day. *__*