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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
Should I Walk By Again? [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-11 03:31 am (UTC)(link)There was another apology as his shoulder was gripped. Apparently he was helping someone keep their balance. Someone male judging by the feel of it.
“Usually I like to get a name before I let someone back there,” Desmond said lightly over his shoulder. The man laughed before he was jostled again.
“I’m really sorry.”
“No problem,” Desmond said for the fourth time. This guy needed to stop being really sorry all the time. “Want me to order for you while I’m up here?”
“That’d be great,” he said with relief as he readjusted his glasses. “Scotch on the rocks. I’ll be by the door.”
Desmond ignored the red outline of a Florentine guard pacing behind the bar and made his way over to the entrance. He held the glass out to the still-ruffled man.
“Thanks. I don’t know why things are so out of hand tonight. It’s usually pretty quiet,” the man said. “I’m Paul, by the way.”
“Desmond.” He stepped closer and shook the offered hand. Paul’s handshake was warm and strong. “I figured it’s always like this. It’s my first time here,” he explained.
“How do you like it?”
Desmond let his fingers glide lazily up the neck of his new beer bottle, already wet with condensation. Watching, Paul licked his lips absently before taking a small sip of his drink.
“Rough,” Desmond said. Paul choked into his scotch.
Shaun was suddenly beside him.
“Hello,” he said cheerfully, looking between the two men. “I don’t think we’ve met,” he said to Paul.
“Paul, this is my colleague, Shaun. Shaun, this is Paul.” Desmond easily sidestepped the trap.
Paul, however, didn’t.
“Colleague, huh?” He eyed Shaun.
“If you want to call it that,” Shaun replied evasively. There was a long pause. Desmond used it to imagine puncturing Shaun’s lung with a hidden blade.
“Well it was nice meeting you both,” Paul said with finality. They shook hands again and he was gone.
“Damn it, Shaun! I was thirty seconds away from a number.”
“Probably closer to ten and that’s assuming he didn’t invite you to go cottaging, but point taken.” Shaun tried to keep up with Desmond, who was weaving in and out of groups of bar patrons. “I didn’t even know you were…”
“Were what?” Desmond asked, abruptly turning to face him. “Into guys?”
“That’s not what-”
“I know this is a lot for you to take in, but I like people. I like talking to them and spending time with them and, yeah, sometimes fucking them. I’m crazy like that.”
Shaun blinked at the flood of words.
“Desmond, I didn’t mean to-“
This time Rebecca interrupted.
“Hey Shaun, did you see your twin?” She pointed to Paul from across the room. “He even tucks his sweater into his pants like you do.”
Shaun grimaced. “It’s not a sweater and I don’t tuck anything into my pants.”
“Aww, come on,” she drawled. “We both know you can speak American.”
Lucy pushed her way to the front of the group.
“I think it’s about time we headed back. Got a busy day ahead of us.”
Desmond offered his beer to a blonde standing nearby. She looked a bit disappointed when he told her he hadn’t taken a drink from it yet. She got a wink and he got a quick kiss on the cheek and a thank you before Rebecca grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the bar.
Should I Walk By Again? [4/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-11 03:32 am (UTC)(link)“Leave it, Shaun.”
“This song’s too sexy. I want something soothing.”
“Too bad,” Lucy replied.
Desmond hummed along.
There was a knock on the bathroom door and Desmond froze, cock in hand.
“Des, come on! I drank like five beers and a ton of water,” Rebecca told the door.
“Christ, give me a second, alright?” He turned off the shower and stepped out of the stall. He tried to remember unsexy things- the quadratic formula, the name of his third grade teacher, construction dates of landmarks in Venice… no. Fuck, not that. He heard that in Shaun’s voice.
Desmond wrapped a towel around his waist and opened the door. Rebecca looked past him and stared longingly at the toilet.
“Your priorities are really fucked up right now,” Desmond informed her as he left the bathroom.
Desmond walked to his room, dripping water the entire way. While few things sucked quite as much as an interrupted jerk off session, there was a lot to be said for the eventual payoff.
But a warm glow was coming from the room and spilling out into the corridor. It wasn’t the usual bluish-white light of the screens, but that was there too.
Shaun was hunched over a book, glancing occasionally at the mass of paper pinned to the corkboard on the wall.
“Do you always work on your days off?”
Shaun leaned back in his chair, making it squeak. He held his wristwatch up for inspection.
“It’s 1:04.”
“OK,” Desmond replied. “I’d really like to get some sleep.”
Shaun made a sweeping gesture that took in the rest of the space.
“It’s all yours.” He returned to his book.
“Uhhh…” Desmond lowered his voice. “I actually prefer to sleep alone.”
“Really, Desmond?”
It was the most sarcastic thing he’d ever heard.
“I like to sleep alone,” he clarified, getting angry.
“We both know you’re not planning on sleeping for a while,” Shaun said, still skimming the book. “And I have a lot of really important things to do. Things that don’t involve wanking or chatting up strangers in bars. So if you don’t mind, I’d like to do them.”
Desmond pressed his fingers into his temple, trying to stop the headache that was just starting.
“That’s what this is all about, isn’t it?” he asked.
“Yes, Desmond. It’s always about you. The rest of us are just here to provide atmosphere and the occasional laugh.”
“Then why cock block me?”
“In case you haven’t noticed, you’re not exactly relationship material.” Desmond tried to speak but Shaun held up a hand. “No, just listen. What would you say when they asked where you work? Where you’re from? And maybe I’m wrong, but I doubt you’d tell them about seeing things that’ve been gone for hundreds of years.”
Desmond dragged a hand through his short hair, sending a tiny stream of water down the back of his neck.
“It wouldn’t have been like that,” he said.
“Well what were you looking for, Desmond?” Shaun asked. It was a challenge.
“Sex, mostly.”
“Mostly,” Shaun repeated, a less than subtle way of getting him to expand on the statement.
“Maybe a hug, I don’t know,” Desmond said, throwing his hands up before dropping them to his sides. “Look, you’re kind of creeping me out right now so I’m just going to go to bed.”
Shaun irritably pulled an even larger book from the stack on his desk and flipped it open to the index.
“’Night,” he said quietly.
Should I Walk By Again? [5/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-11 03:34 am (UTC)(link)He cast a glance in Shaun’s direction. As long as he stayed on the side of the bed closer to the window, he wouldn’t be able to see him. Desmond put his boxers on under the towel before letting it fall to the floor, just to be safe. He climbed into bed, the cool white sheets brushing over his legs. He was still warm from the long shower. He’d been so close…
Keeping an eye on the corner of the wall that was blocking his view of Shaun, he tried to relax. Maybe he could fall asleep and take some extra time in the bathroom the next morning.
But Shaun was right there and reading and maybe still a little buzzed. He probably wouldn’t even notice. He probably expected Desmond to do it.
The thought of Shaun distractedly thumbing through that book and waiting was making Desmond hard. He traced the waistband of his boxers with his thumb. It had been days and he was aching. If he didn’t do it now, he’d probably have some ridiculous fifteenth-century sex dream and come all over the sheets.
He drew his knee up to make his outline a little less obvious and pulled his boxers down around his hips. He felt around on the floor beside the bed for his towel so he could grab it quickly. Judging by the way his body was already humming, he’d probably need it very soon.
The first touch felt so good that he had to turn his head to the side and press the pillow against his mouth with his free hand. It muffled his moan but it was far from silent. He sped up, not really caring that his legs were spread wide, making his movements even more noticeable.
“Desmond?” Shaun asked suddenly, still at his desk, as though something very important had just occurred to him.
Desmond frantically scrambled to get his hands out from under the sheets, trying to slow his breathing at the same time.
“Not a good time,” he said.
“Sorry, mate. Just had a thought,” Shaun explained. “Are you always like that at bars?”
Desmond swallowed twice. It was hard to speak.
“Yeah.”
“You felt like you were in control the whole time? It wasn’t…”
“No, that was me,” Desmond said. The implication was clear. “Ezio hates beer. Hated,” he amended quickly.
“Alright, don’t get defensive. I was just making sure.”
Desmond slowly returned his hand to his cock. Shaun’s voice was getting him even harder.
“What was I like at the bar?” Desmond asked, silently pumping himself.
Shaun didn’t answer at first. Desmond moved his hand faster.
“Well it’s obvious what was on your mind,” Shaun finally said with a quiet laugh. Desmond thought he’d heard a slight catch at the end.
“It’s been a while,” Desmond told him. Everything was getting warm. There was definitely a muffled sound from Shaun’s corner. Desmond dug his heels into the mattress to get some leverage.
“How long?” Shaun asked.
Desmond panted and tried to turn it into a thoughtful sound. “I didn’t exactly write it down.”
Another long pause.
“It’s the fourteenth,” Shaun said.
Desmond groaned and closed his eyes. Shaun must have climbed over the glass and metal railing because when Desmond opened them again, he was standing at the foot of the bed, breathing hard and jerking off.
Desmond kicked the sheets off and got to his knees. He thrust into his hand, eyes locked on Shaun’s cock. It was bigger than he would’ve thought, thick and straight.
“Is it true,” Shaun said, “that you like it rough?”
Fuck, this was really happening.
Desmond grit his teeth. “God yeah.”
“Good.”
Shaun took a condom out of his pocket before he pulled his shirt off and stepped out of his pants. Desmond took a few seconds to discard his boxers. He waited for Shaun to tear open the package.
Instead, he handed it to Desmond.
“You sure?” Desmond asked uncertainly as he took it and moved behind Shaun. He wanted it- shit, he wanted it- but Shaun hadn’t struck him as the type.
Shaun dropped to his knees and worked his hand over his cock.
“Hurry up before I change my mind.”
Should I Walk By Again? [6/6]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-11 03:36 am (UTC)(link)“Can I kiss you first?” He’d never fucked someone he hadn’t kissed.
Shaun spat into his hand and pushed two fingers into himself. Desmond leaned back to watch. Shaun looked slick and ready and Desmond realized that he’d been doing way more than just jacking off at his desk. Was there even a place over there to hide lube?
“What, and buy me flowers?”
“I just…”
“Maybe in the morning,” Shaun said drily. “Right now, what I really need is for you to fuck me.”
“Alright! Jesus.” Desmond rolled the condom on, his hands shaking. If he thought about it too much, he might not be able to do it. Because this was Shaun and they were naked and hard and what in the hell was he thinking? He tried to ease in, pushing slowly, but Shaun was so tight that he couldn’t stop a small thrust and a sharp breath.
Shaun made an impatient sound.
“Do you even know what you’re doing?” he asked condescendingly.
“Yeah, I’m trying to…” To what? Not blow his load? He wasn’t going to tell him that.
Shaun pushed back suddenly, slamming his ass against Desmond’s hips and taking him in all the way. Before Desmond had caught his breath enough to groan, Shaun did it again.
“Fuck.” Desmond’s hands were on Shaun’s hips and thighs and back and he couldn’t stop touching him. “Fuck, you have to slow down.”
“Come on, Desmond. How were you going to fuck Paul?” Shaun had a hand wrapped around his cock, pumping it fast.
Quick, brutal thrusts pushed Shaun into the bed until he fisted his hands in the sheets. Desmond bent down to scrape his teeth against Shaun’s shoulder and drag his tongue sloppily over the red marks he’d left.
Shaun was moving and gasping under him and too soon, Desmond was tipping over the edge.
It was quiet, full of tensed muscles and forgetting to breathe, but Desmond’s blood pounded in his ears and he fought to keep his eyes open so he could watch Shaun.
When it was over, Desmond pulled out. Shaun got to his feet as Desmond slipped the condom off and tied it. Still on his knees, Desmond looked up.
“I’ll accept a blow job in lieu of flowers,” Shaun said thickly, cupping the back of Desmond’s head with one hand and taking a step forward. The tip of his cock was wet with precum and, really, Desmond thought it was the least he could do. He’d just fucked him so hard that he would be genuinely surprised if Shaun could sit comfortably the next day.
Desmond opened his mouth, letting Shaun slide between his lips and over his tongue. He sucked and Shaun’s head fell back, fingers in Desmond’s hair.
Desmond had never minded this and Shaun was moaning like it was his first time, so he kept licking and sucking the head while he moved his hand over the shaft. Shaun grabbed his chin, forcing his face up to watch his cock gliding between Desmond’s lips. Shaun’s hips started moving and Desmond could feel it at the back of his throat.
Desmond swallowed, not needing the incoherent warning Shaun gave him before he started coming. He let Shaun ride it out, rocking against Desmond’s mouth and pumping into his throat and saying his name.
Desmond carefully licked up a few lingering drops from Shaun’s cock, keeping his tongue soft and smiling when it drew a shiver from him.
Desmond stood, wiping his mouth while Shaun unsteadily pulled on his pants. He buckled the belt and gathered up his shirt.
“Now get some sleep,” he said stiffly, turning to go.
“Wait up.” Desmond’s hand shot out to take his arm. Reluctantly, Shaun turned around.
The kiss was simple. Desmond pressed his lips to Shaun’s and kept them closed, not sure if he’d appreciate tasting himself. When Shaun sighed, it was a satisfied sound.
Desmond broke the kiss.
“Get some sleep,” he said, mimicking Shaun’s command.
Shaun shook his head slowly but walked away smiling.
Not OP...
(Anonymous) 2011-01-11 03:57 am (UTC)(link)“I’ll accept a blow job in lieu of flowers,” Shaun said thickly
I think my brain short-circuited around here.
You really nailed this prompt. (Pun intented! XD )
Re: Not OP...
(Anonymous) 2011-01-11 04:31 am (UTC)(link)I always worry that somebody's watching the thread as I post and judging the shit of of my multi-part fics so I'm really happy to hear that you were enjoying it XD
Re: Not OP...
(Anonymous) 2011-01-11 05:18 am (UTC)(link)Just re-read it again and GAH the banter between Desmond and Shaun (especially when it's just the two of them) just makes my day. This was a delight to read so I hope you find more prompts that inspire you!
Re: Not OP...
(Anonymous) 2011-01-11 09:21 am (UTC)(link)Re: Not OP...
(Anonymous) 2011-01-11 09:03 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Not OP...
(Anonymous) 2011-01-11 09:04 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Should I Walk By Again? [6/6]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-11 03:59 am (UTC)(link)Re: Should I Walk By Again? [6/6]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-11 04:34 am (UTC)(link)I'm convinced that Desmond is a really nice dude stuck in a very shitty situation.
Re: Should I Walk By Again? [6/6]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-11 04:56 am (UTC)(link)Re: Should I Walk By Again? [6/6]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-11 05:17 am (UTC)(link)OP
(Anonymous) 2011-01-11 04:45 pm (UTC)(link)Re: OP
(Anonymous) 2011-01-11 06:08 pm (UTC)(link)Excellent prompt.