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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Part 1
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Discussion
Re: Size Matters [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-10 02:21 am (UTC)(link)Whirling to face La Volpe, he smiled, with only the slightest bit of insanity as he grinned up at the older man. “By any chance, are you busy? An hour or two to spare?”
The man shrugged; cape and robes ruffling around him. “No. The night is calm and I come here purely out of boredom.”
“Excellent!” Leonardo clapped, rising from his chair. “I believe Ezio would be a better fit, though he is still out of the city, but would you mind modeling for me? It would help greatly and may even allow me to sleep without this cursed sculpture haunting me all night!”
La Volpe smiled, already moving in front of the statue, pulling down his hood. “Ah, anything for a friend.” Already, he started undressing. It took a minute or two as he pulled his boots free and undid all the buckles and ties that held his clothing together until, finally he stood naked in the middle of the floor, hands on his hips. “And now, what pose would you like me to take?”
“Similar to the statue, if you will. Just bend yours legs, Angle yours arms and shoulders as if you were—“ As the elder undressed, Leonardo had been busy with his back turned, collecting his tools once more, which had traveled farther then he thought. Now, as he turned, his eyes went wide and the words in his throat caught. The air escaped his lungs as he stared down at the body of La Volpe.
The man’s face held wrinkles from age, though his body was still toned and sharpened into a deadly weapon. Marred by many battles, it wasn’t the scars that caught Leonardo’s eyes but what hung between his legs.
A monster (as the simple word ‘penis’ would not do this appendage justice) dangled bare and bold to Leonardo’s eyes. The length and girth measured greater then any he had seen before, and that was just by his own eyes. How Gilberto could keep such a thing hidden so well in those tight pants of his had to be a miracle all in itself. Dear God, how that man could even run with it between his legs!
“Like what you see, Maestro?”
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A/N: Fun fact! Most of the classical sculptures of Greece and Rome did have small penises (peni?) because they thought it was of barbaric nature to have a big dick.
Re: Size Matters [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-10 04:43 pm (UTC)(link)“Like what you see, Maestro?”
*DIES* (IN A GOOD WAY) I'm just guessing here, but I think he definitely does, Gilberto. Nnnnnghhhh...
Please continue, Anon! Can't wait for the next part. <3
Re: Size Matters [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-11 05:05 am (UTC)(link)For the next hour or so, Leonardo tried his hardest to ignore the man modeling, however no matter how hard he tried there was no ignoring the beast of a cock staring back at him. After the first hour, he got the hips of David done, finally bringing his attention to the statue’s own groin. This didn’t help him at all. Looking back and forth from the marble to the real thing as he chiseled away, growing hotter and hotter as he did so. Leonardo had to pause, running his fingers tentatively over the cold marble shaft, almost perfectly formed. Except he kept thinking it wasn’t right. He had the girth wrong, it had to be that. Wider, maybe, big enough to enforce power, to stretch and hurt—
“I feel you are growing distracted, Leonardo.”
The voice came from behind him. When La Volpe had moved was beyond him. The reply caught on the edge of his tongue as rough, calloused hands wrapped around his waist, pulling him back to press against the man’s body. He squeezed his eyes closed, trying not to concentrate on the dick pressed up against his thigh.
“And I feel,” Those hands were moving, going from his waist to lift up his white shirt (only now had Leonardo realized the heat had driven him to remove most of his clothing, so only his shirt and pants remained). Warm hands pressed against warm skin, moving down, past the barrier of cloth to grip Leonardo’s half-hard member. He groaned. “That your distractions have something to do with me?” This was emphasized by La Volpe grinding forward into Leonardo, making him feel the full length pressed against him.
“P-please!” Leonardo groaned, hating how desperate he sounded already. “I want to touch it.”
Behind him, the assassin laughed. “As you wish, Maestro.” Leonardo was released and spun around. It took him a second to get his bearings before he looked Gilberto in his dark eyes once and sunk down to his knees.
His hands stretched up, feeling the rise and fall of a sculpted stomach and abs, fingers traveling slower when they hit scar tissue. Some were pale, old, and faded. Others were newer, still white and shining, the uneven surfaces making Leonardo want to touch them forever. Though, his eyes traveled with his hands and as they fell, the scars became less and less important. An index fingers came to trail down the curls of hair, farther and farther until, finally, the entirety of the Fox’s member stared him in the face. He could smell the scent of La Volpe clearly, all of his senses filling with this cock and the man that was attached to it; how very close it was and how he wanted more.
For a second, hesitation entered his facial features. Closer, he could measure it with his eyes properly, it being at the least two inches longer then Ezio’s, that this was simply flaccid. The girth of it—well—Leonardo could only find a suitable way of figuring that out by grasping it. His fingers curled around the base, squeezing softly as a sort of chuckled groan answered him, encouraging him to go on. Explore. As it was, his fingers did not meet all the way around. The very width of it was too much. Oh, how that would feel sliding in and out of him, stretching him past the point of breaking. Fucking him raw…
The artist groaned, shifting his body, trying to get more comfortable as his own need made itself present in his pants. “Beautiful, it’s so…” Leonardo let the words fall from his mouth, for once not able to find the right word. He groaned once more in frustration, mental and sexual. Above him came a short bark of laughter. Looking up, Gilberto was smirking slyly down at him. Leonardo blush deepened as he licked his lips. “May I?”
The assassin nodded. “By all means, Maestro.”
Re: Size Matters [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-11 05:20 am (UTC)(link)“Mio Dio, Leonardo!” La Volpe groaned out. It took all his will power to not just thrust down the young artist’s throat and, instead, push him off.
As the cock was forced from his mouth, Leonardo whined, smacking the hands away. “D-don’t!” He panted, out of breath. “I can take it—I want to take it. All of it.”
There was a pause, then amusement entered the elder’s eyes. “I assume you’ve done this before then, hm?”
He shook his head, already trying to go back down for more. “Not like this. Not with one so big…” And that was all that came out of the blonde’s mouth before he sucked the hardening dick past his already swollen lips.
La Volpe didn’t argue, simply leaned back against the work table and watched the artist work. It made everything more real, it seemed. Because the great Da Vinci was kneeling between his legs, forcing inch after inch of his cock to disappear past those sinful lips willingly in a way he had never seen even the best of whores do, in all his years on this earth. It was beautiful, dirty, and had him throwing his head back as moan after moan escaped his lips. Obviously Leonardo was not just talented with his hands.
The artist was determined, as there were still three inches of this beast he couldn’t get his lips around. He wanted to feel it, all of it, heavy on his tongue. He wanted to hum along the base and feel the man above writher for him. Wanted to play with the head and beg for everything this Fox had to offer. Slowly, he forced his jaw to relax, letting it fall and form to the size in his mouth. He relaxed his throat, forcing back the urge to gage as, inch by inch, the cock went further into his mouth. Oh, god, this was heavenly. Bitter and smooth and left the best ache at the joints of his jaw when he moved his tongue to run along the underside of the cock, finding that pulsing vein. He took all that he could until the head hit the back of his throat, cutting off oxygen, and still there had to be some fraction left that he could not taste.
This, however, seemed enough as a loud “Fuck!” gave a second’s warning before hips came forward in a quick, sharp thrust, choking the artist.
He pulled back in a chorus of coughs; spit dripping down his chin as he tried to catch his breath, though it seemed impossible at the moment. There was the choked voice of the assassin standing above him, casting a shadow over his body, that held all the intentions of apologizing. That thought soon fled as Leonardo looked up at the man, his blue eyes dark with lust and want, his mouth hanging open as drool and hot breath came forth.
It was Leonardo’s turn to smile. “Please, you only took me by surprise.” As he corrected his manner, he moved forward once more, mouth panting hot breath onto the head, licking at the slit. “Do not hold back. I wish to remember this in the morning, when I speak to my assistance and my voice cracks. When my throat pains me with every intake of breath, remembering this…” The words cut off as his mouth filled once more.
Sword-calloused hands came down upon the blond’s head, fingers lacing with the locks as La Volpe did not dare deny the artist his wish and, once he knew Leonardo was ready, shoved his hips forward to drive his dick further down the already abused throat. This time not coughing or gagging came, only a low moan that shook him to his very core, tearing another moan from his mouth as he drove forward once more, harder, faster, gripping the blond hair in his fingers for leverage, forcing Leonardo’s stillness, making him feel every inch as it cut off his oxygen and sent his head spinning.
Re: Size Matters [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-11 07:38 am (UTC)(link)Sec Anon, have to fucking find my bunk first. NNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH...
Re: Size Matters [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-12 10:14 am (UTC)(link)Re: Size Matters [5/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-16 10:42 pm (UTC)(link)Another three thrusts came before any relief was met. His eyes came closed and only then did the hands leave his hair and he felt his body being lifted.
“Merda! Leonardo, are you alright?” The voice was distant, but it was coming back now that air was burning its way into his lungs. His head lolled back as he gasped, panting for air and still, he smiled.
Getting to his feet, head finally clearly, Leonardo gripped La Volpe’s shoulders, pulling their bodies together. “F-fine. J-just f-fine. But—AH!” Hips ground into Gilberto’s thigh, hissing as the fabric of his pants rubbed against his ignored erection. The assassin looked down, raising a brow.
“After all that, you are still hard?”
There came no reply in words, only another gasp as Leonardo pressed harder.
La Volpe grinned. “Slut.” There was no more recovery, no more waiting, as La Volpe gripped the front of Leonardo’s shirt, throwing him down face-first onto the work table. He only had enough sense to use his arms to brace his self before the weight of the Fox came down on his back, forcing his arms to give on threat of snapping.
“You like it rough, don’t you, Maestro?” The words came hot in his ear, feeling the breathe sent shivers across his flesh. “Being treated like a common whore…” These words were emphasized by a harsh slap to Leonardo’s covered ass, making him yelp from the dull pain.
“No, signore.” Leonardo gasped out, curling blunt nails against the wood below. “I simply enjoy the feeling of—of humanity…of humility.” Another smack, hard, and Leonardo moaned. “The feeling that I am, after all, simply human…” That hand he couldn’t see then practically ripped his pants down, all the way to his knees, before running nails across the flesh of Leonardo’s lower back, leaving angry red lines in their wake. Another gasp, another moan, and Leonardo thrust his hips forward, grinding his dick onto the rough table below him.
“Slut.”
There was no time to answer this time as two fingers, dry, were shoved all the way into him. Tears pricked at the corners of his eyes, mouth hung open in a silent cry; back arched to the point of almost snapping.
“L-La V-V-Volpe!” His voice cracked from the pain. A smirk pressed against his ear as those fingers snapped back and rammed right back in their place once more. “Oh, god!” Leonardo thrashed, his inner walls clenching around those fingers, trying to push him out and drag him further in at the same time.
A pause came in the brutal assault on his hole, to which Leonardo was left shaking and panting on the table top. Strong hands gripped his shoulders, flipping him over so the wood now bit into his back, even through the thin shirt.
“Am I too rough?” La Volpe was smirking down at him. Even without the hood on, his eyes were dark, powerful, and menacing. “Too much?” The voice was almost mocking. A hand reached out, pressing his palm up against the underside of Leonardo’s cock. It was still hard, leaking precome all over his stomach. “You’re normal partner doesn’t do this, does he?” Leonardo froze. “Never this rough…this hard…” That hand was rubbing up and down his dick, making Leonardo throw back his head and groan. La Volpe knew, he knew of Ezio. Leonardo should stop, should feel dirty, filthy, and shove the other assassin away. But he couldn’t. He could only squeeze his eyes closed. The hand paused.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Leonardo thought about this. He thought of Ezio, for a moment, some distance away, days worth of travel. Then he opened his eyes and saw the man standing over him, saw that huge cock swollen and still glistening in the candle light from Leonardo’s own mouth. His jaw throbbed and ached.
Leonardo shuttered. “I shall not protest.”
Re: Size Matters [5/?]
(Anonymous) 2010-12-19 04:39 am (UTC)(link)*cough* I mean...good going, old chap.
Re: Size Matters [5/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-05 02:58 am (UTC)(link)Honestly, anon, I've never really liked Volpe/Leo before but....FFFFFF. Oh my. ;D
Re: Size Matters [5/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-07 09:08 pm (UTC)(link)writanon here
(Anonymous) 2011-01-17 04:05 pm (UTC)(link)Re: writanon here
(Anonymous) 2011-01-18 06:53 am (UTC)(link)Re: Size Matters [6/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-02 02:22 am (UTC)(link)Leonardo closed his eyes tight and just felt it. Felt the stretch of his inner walls, felt the man above him smirk, the hot breath making the air feel all too warm. Then those fingers bent and crooked inside of him, hitting his prostate enough to send his spine arching off the table, bending in a way he knew anatomically was not appropriate, but right now his body didn’t care because he was all out of oxygen from that moan and his head was swimming in the darkness.
“P-please!” He muttered out, trying to find his voice again. “F-fuck me!” His eyes came open only enough so he could manage groping around to find that monster fill fully erect and waiting. His hand came up, wrapping around it. His fingers didn’t connect on the other side. He groaned, thinking about how that stretch would feel. “I need you, inside me, now.” He panted out, stroking La Volpe’s cock a few times. “Please.”
Those dark eyes were smiling at him and in a second, the older man moved fast enough that he couldn’t see it all with the dark combined with his current lust intoxicated state, but all of a sudden his arms were pinned above his head and that huge cock was pressed at his entrance. “As you wish, Maestro.” No other warning came before La Volpe thrust forward, fully sheathing himself inside Leonardo’s ass.
The artist didn’t have time to struggle. His voice and all air was quickly stolen from him when that dick forced it’s way all the way in to him, leaving him eyes wide and gasping. He could feel it, all of it, in him, stretching his insides to their limits and then some. Never had he felt such a sensation of being filled. The length, the girth, it was going to tear him apart and Leonardo couldn’t wait for it to happen.
Three seconds were given for adjustment before La Volpe pulled out all the way and snapped his hips back, ramming into Leonardo with gusto. Again and again until Leonardo was left withering and squirming with slutty moan after moan leaving his mouth, precome drooling from his own prick, bobbing up and down with the force of the assassin’s thrust. He groaned, throwing his head back and scream when that dick smashed into those nerve endings for the first time, making him see stars over and over again.
“Harder!” His voice was broken and wanton, trying to get in every syllable before the next hip thrust came and the air was pressed out of him once more. “Faster! Just—oh god, your cock is so—ah!” That sentence was never finished as the thought was stolen from him. He only heard a loud chuckle of a reply right before the pounding grew harder, just as he requested. It was intoxicating. There was always a low throb of pain every time that monster cock rammed back into him, but even so it only made the pleasure of the whole thing almost too much to bear. Already the warmth started to pool in his stomach, Leonardo’s climax coming up fast.
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A/N: I suck at writing sex scenes...
Re: Size Matters [6/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-03-01 06:23 pm (UTC)(link)Thank you for such a fragging sizzling fill, I'm really, really, really loving this so far.
Re: Size Matters [6/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-03-11 09:56 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Size Matters [6/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-04-20 10:14 pm (UTC)(link)Before you even got to the smut, the art-fagging was God-tier.
"It was a life sized marble for a man, some rich patron who wanted the symbol of David to stand in his household in a glory of pearly white, showing everyone both the man’s pride in his city and his own status in it."
This. And how much he hates sculpting, so fucking IC. So much art analysis. I love you.