asscreedkinkmeme | Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

Entry tags:

assassin's creed

Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
Fill Only

Welcome to the Brotherhood

∆ Comment anonymously with a character/pairing and a kink/prompt.

∆ Comment is filled by another anonymous with fanfiction/art/or any other appropriate medium.

∆ One request per post, but fill the request as much as you want.

∆ The fill/request doesn't necessarily need to be smut.

∆ Don't flame, if you have nothing good to say, don't say anything.

∆ Have a question? Feel free to PM me.

∆ Last, but not least: HAVE FUN!

List of Kinks
(Livejorunal) Archive
#2 (Livejournal) Archive
(Delicious.com) Archive
(Dreamwidth) Archive <- Currently active
Part 1
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Fills Only
Discussion

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Sorry it took so long OP anon, it’s been one big clusterfuck at work and school. But here is the fruit of my labor <3
---------

Micheletto had no notions of love between him and Cesare. Even if he truly did love the man with the entirety of his being he knew the feeling was not mutual. Cesare came to him when he needed a job done, sometimes he came to him just to be defiant; whether it was against Rodrigo, the church, or Lucrezia.

"Micheletto," he did not resist when Cesare pulled him down onto the soft mattress. Earlier today Cesare had fought with Lucrezia over one of her more recent lovers, so now (rather predictably) the Borgia son was tugging him into bed. He nimbly undressed the younger man, kissing every part of Cesare's flesh he could reach and paying special attention to the spots he knew to be sensitive from several years of love-making.

Sword calloused hands grabbed his face, tenderly curling in his hair, "I want you to make me bleed, Micheletto," he whispered in a way that made a shiver run up the older man's spine. Cesare pulled him up for a languid kiss and tangled their tongues together, pulling away only to mutter, "Beautiful crimson."

Obligingly, Micheletto took out the dagger he kept on his belt. "Turn over, please, Signore," normally Cesare was the one in control, but he was obviously in the mood to be dominated and abused. The Borgia turned over to lie on his stomach, almost immediately feeling the touch of cold steel on his back.

There were still scars from the last time he had done this; along with scratch marks from a woman that was most likely Lucrezia. He focused his attention on these first. With the lightest bit of pressure the knife broke through skin and flesh, writing over the scratches left behind by another. Cesare squirmed and hissed beneath him, but other than that he said nothing.

He slid the knife through the flesh right beside Cesare's spine, reveling in the tiny gasp received in response. He took his time carving a meaningless squiggle and watched, delighted, as the younger man's face began to turn pink while pleasured moans spilled from his lips. Micheletto moved lower; he cut into the small of his companion's back, the insides of his thighs, and the backs of his calves.

Without an ounce of shame he bent down and lapped up some of the crimson spilling over Cesare's skin, gently nudging the Borgia son to get on his knees. His erection bobbed between his spread thighs, swollen with the arousal pain caused. Micheletto slid his fingers over the organ and smiled when Cesare jerked against him.

He coaxed release from the younger man with rough, hurried strokes while his tongue teasingly ran over the unmarred flesh of Cesare's backside. With the sticky seed coating his fingers he carefully applied the makeshift lubricant to the metal hilt of his dagger. "Micheletto, what are you-?" his question was abruptly cut off when the dagger hilt was shoved inside of him with one swift motion.

Cesare cried out in alarm, clawing at the sheets, and tensing up from the feeling of the foreign hardness penetrating him. "Relax, signore, the metal will tear you if you do not"

"Let it," he snarled, "There is no way I'm relaxing with this fucking thing inside of me." Micheletto frowned.

"I will make it feel good, Signore; I promise," the Borgia growled lowly, but gradually began to loosen his muscles. Micheletto grabbed the blade and being careful not to cut himself he slid out the hilt a fraction before thrusting it back inside just as slowly. Cesare gasped, fingers curling tighter in the sheets.

The condottiero waited for the younger man to say something, but at the continued silence he repeated the movement; pulling the hilt out further and thrusting it forward a bit quicker. Cesare bit down on his bottom lip to muffle the groan that tried to escape from the feeling of the warming metal sliding smoothly inside of him. His teeth sank into the flesh of his hand as the hilt was moved at a steady rhythm, twisted occasionally to give just that right twinge of pain.

Micheletto observed his reactions with a hint of satisfaction, because even if Cesare didn't love him he was still the only person who ever saw the proud man like this; vulnerable and delirious with pleasure. He was the only one Cesare trusted enough to be open with. Had he been a different man he might have been tempted to take advantage of this trust. His lips pressed tenderly against the nape of the younger man's neck before he swiftly removed the hilt of his dagger from inside of the man beneath him, tossing it aside.

Cesare barely had a moment to cry out in protest before he was flipped onto his back. The silk sheets irritated his wounds and in turn they were stained with even more crimson. Micheletto unlaced his breeches, pulling his arousal free while the Borgia son adjusted his legs to better accommodate the condottiero. With one swift, brutal swift the older man was fully sheathed inside of him and without so much as a second pulled back to snap his hips forward once more.

His fingers scrabbled for purchase and a cry torn between pleasure and pain fell from his lips. His legs were hoisted up to rest on the older man's shoulders, stretching apart his wounds, bending his body near to the point of breaking. "Mi dispiace, Signore," Micheletto groaned apologetically, digging his fingers into the flesh of Cesare's calves to leave bruises and bloody crescents.

"N-No," Cesare struggled to form the words, delirious and breathless, ". . . ah! It's. . . " he threw his head back against the pillows with his dark hair sticking both to the fabric beneath him and to his face, "Good," he finally breathed with a shaky smirk.

The older man's hips slammed against his at an unforgiving pace, filling the increasingly hot air with the sounds of skin against skin and the slick sounds of his swollen arousal sliding in and out of the Borgia son. Unable to contain himself he allowed the younger man's legs to slide down around his waist before putting his hands around Cesare's throat and squeezing. Beneath his fingers he could feel the man swallow, feel each breath struggle to make its was through his lungs, and the blood pounding through his carotid arteries. In the morning there would be bruises and even as he rocked Cesare into the mattress the younger's face was beginning to turn red from air deprivation.

Cesare began to stroke himself, trying to move his hips to match Micheletto's brutal pace. His fist worked feverishly to draw out release as his companion's every thrust into his body struck a spot in him that had him seeing white and blue (though the blue was most likely from the hands pressing down on his windpipe). When he climaxed his cry was muffled by Micheletto's lips against his; hot and demanding. When the hands around his neck retreated he couldn't help but grin.

If Micheletto didn't choke him into unconsciousness it most usually meant there was more fun to be had. The condottiero's release filled him, leaving him satisfied and shuddering. Just as he expected his companion tugged him up, gently drawing him off of the mattress to kneel on the floor. "You are quite ravenous tonight, amico mio," Cesare chuckled, teasingly nipping the inside of the older man's thigh.

"It drives me mad every night I am not in your bed, signore; I cannot help myself," his words are truth, but the deeper meaning is carefully hidden with lust in place of the love he truly feels. Another laugh and more of that devilish mouth just far enough away to make him want more.

"I am always glad to indulge you, Micheletto," he leans into the fingers stroking through his sweat soaked hair, "but I want a gift from you as well."

He knew it.

"Anything, signore," in this case Cesare was killing two birds with one stone; being defiant and making sure a job would be done right.

"Kill that pesky little sailor Lucrezia has been entertaining this past month; you would be doing me a kindness," Micheletto nodded without hesitance. What amused him was that all of this was because Cesare thought he loved Lucrezia as much as he loved him--he did love Lucrezia, but not nearly as much as he loved his master. He would have killed her lover without any persuasion, though the woman would have cried and railed against him until he bought her something pretty (perhaps this time his apology gift would be that gorgeous dress she had glanced at when they strolled through the market together).

Cesare still didn't understand that Micheletto would follow any order he gave without hesitance or question, but as the younger man's lips wrapped around the head of his arousal he decided that he wouldn't be letting him in on that fact any time soon.

-----
It’s also rather short and not as good as I was hoping it would come out, but I hope it satisfies you OP :’D

Guh, anon I am in love with you for this. There is not enough of this pairing in the world and you've written it wonderfully.

/applauds

oh, poor Micheletto ;o;

thank you for writing this A!anon, it was a great read ♥

OP here!

How did I see this a month laaaate X_X
Thank you so much for this, anon.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

Fill--1/?

Fill--2/3

Fill--3/3

Re: Fill--3/3

Re: Fill--3/3

Re: Fill--3/3