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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Discussion
I don't know...
(Anonymous) 2011-03-20 03:22 am (UTC)(link)In other words Salai is tied up on the floor, forced to watch Ezio having his way with Leonardo. For what reason? I have no clue, but any anon is free to try and explain it if they feel so obligated.
Bonus points:
If sweet, peaceful Leonardo is the one who tied Salai up.
Salai is completely turned on, but without use of his hands attempts to hump the floor to relieve himself.
If after all is said and done Leo and Ezio leave Salai as is.
Re: I don't know...
(Anonymous) 2011-03-21 12:04 am (UTC)(link)Re: I don't know...
(Anonymous) 2011-03-22 12:56 am (UTC)(link)Re: I don't know...
(Anonymous) 2011-03-22 01:18 am (UTC)(link)Writer!anon to be
(Anonymous) 2011-03-23 09:24 am (UTC)(link)i have... three fills i have to finish for this kink meme alone, so... i will try my absolute hardest (but anon just got alot of time off work so maybe my life will be spent kinking this meme up)
Re: Writer!anon to be
(Anonymous) 2011-03-23 06:12 pm (UTC)(link)... DO IT. Per favore.
Re: Writer!anon to be
(Anonymous) 2011-03-24 03:27 am (UTC)(link)Hard Lessons 1/?
(Anonymous) 2011-03-25 03:57 am (UTC)(link)~
“... and just what are you painting now, Leonardo?”
Ezio's deep voice rang across the empty workshop, startling Leonardo da Vinci from his concentration on the panel before him. In front of the easel, Salai was seated on a low couch, obviously modeling for Leonardo's composition. The red-haired boy was draped in only a sheer, white cloth, his pale skin nearly glowing in the late afternoon light that filtered through the window.
“Oh, Ezio! How nice to see you again. It has been too long!” Leonardo immediately put down his brush and palette, rushing over to greet Ezio properly. A squeeze to his shoulder and a gentle push led Ezio back over towards the painting, which was unfolding in a sea of muted colors on Leonardo's panel.
“It has only been a few weeks since I helped you escape those men, Leonardo. We have gone longer without seeing one another.” Ezio's tone was light and joking, but there was a hint of something darker in his words, something like regret. However, his face revealed no emotion other than happiness at seeing his friend. “Buon pomeriggio, Salai.” Ezio nodded, acknowledging the apprentice, who looked a little sour at being left, seemingly forgotten.
“Greetings to you as well, Ser Ezio. A true pleasure to see you again...” The overly polite salutation carelessly rolled off Salai's tongue, as he took the opportunity to get Leonardo's attention again. “Maestro, may I move? I'm starting to get a little uncomfortable.”
“Ah, wait just a moment!” Leonardo, who had been smiling fondly at Ezio, suddenly sprang into motion again and grabbed his paints, dabbing some darker colors onto the canvas in the shadows of the draped fabric.
“This is quite nice, Leonardo.” Walking up behind him, Ezio craned his neck to see over his shoulder. “But, what character is it that you are painting? Certainly not a saint, in that get-up.”
Both Salai and Leonardo reacted at once, Salai letting out a noise of exasperation, and Leonardo rounding on Ezio with a hurt look.
“What are you saying? Salai and I came up with this arrangement ourselves... I thought it was quite... tasteful!”
“Mi dispiace, amico. I meant no offense.” Ezio patted Leonardo warmly on the arm, letting his hand stay there as he turned to eye Salai critically. “It is only... that cloth does not leave much to the imagination, sí?”
“But Ezio, the human form is the best example of God's perfection, is it not? I merely wished to...”
“Hm? Wished to paint a beautiful body?” The smirk on Ezio's face echoed in his voice. “Come Leonardo, we both know you do not believe in a Creator, anyway. You need no reason to paint what you want to.” At Leonardo's balking, Ezio stepped between him and the panel painting. He approached Salai on the couch, who followed Ezio with his eyes but steadfastly held his pose.
Hard Lessons 2/?
(Anonymous) 2011-03-25 04:08 am (UTC)(link)“So what would you suggest, Maestro?” Leonardo put a few more brushstrokes on the panel and then trailed behind Ezio, accepting his friend's gentle teasing with grace. “I am finished with that section. So tell me, what would you have me paint?”
Salai, hearing Leonardo's words, sat up and stretched unselfconsciously, the slight muscle in his shoulders and back shifting as he lifted his arms over his head. The cloth wound around him truly did not cover much, and Ezio's eyes traveling up his body did not escape his notice.
“Yes, Maestro Assassino, what would you have him paint?” The spark in Salai's eye was full of mischief as he held Ezio's appraising stare.
“It is all a matter of imagination, of course.” Ezio crossed his arms and tilted his head, considering.
“Imagination?” Leonardo seemed amused at Ezio's interest in his painting, which, though Ezio was always supportive of his work, he had never held a pointed interest in before.
“Sí! If you have the boy stretched out like that, barely clothed... it leaves nothing for your viewers to imagine.” Ezio took a few steps towards Salai, who watched his movement suspiciously.
“Hm... I suppose I see your point.” Leonardo followed Ezio, his expression half-way between serious and laughing.
“It would be much better if you were to change it, like... “ Ezio started to gesture at Salai's body, then turned to catch Leonardo's gaze. “May I?”
“Of course.”
“I should think you should ask me as well, Messere!” Salai glared indignantly at Ezio as the assassin picked up the end of the fabric barely covering his chest and began to shift it around.
“You are only the assistant. You are here to serve your maestro's wishes, or am I wrong?” Ezio grinned, and Salai flipped his hair, adjusting to sit up straighter on the couch but saying nothing in rebuttal.
“Bene.” Ezio grabbed one of Salai's arms at the wrist and pulled it up, setting it over the back of the couch. Pulling the cloth over, Ezio wrapped it twice around his arm, not paying any attention to Salai's scandalized expression.
“What are you even doing, Assassino? The drape is much too tight there—Ah! Messer Ezio, this is highly—unusual!” Salai squawked at the rough treatment.
“No, no, I think it is much better this way.” Ezio smirked and laughed to himself at the model's flustered reaction. He shifted behind the couch, and holding Salai's shoulders, Ezio lifted him bodily to sit more upright. Salai squirmed at the manhandling, trying to pry off Ezio's grip.
“I am not a rag-doll! Please, Leonardo, call off this...”
Salai's petulant voice trailed off. Ezio looked up, wondering what had caused the interruption.
Even from where he was standing, Ezio could clearly see what Salai had noticed—the flush on Leonardo's face. Moreover, he could see from the way the artist was standing that Leonardo was uncomfortable about something... oh. Ezio smirked when he realized that for Leonardo, seeing the two people in his life closest to him, two people that he had a strong affection for, playfully wrestling with one another, one nearly naked... well, it was obvious what the problem was.
“Leonardo.” Ezio voice dropped to a low purr, snapping the artist out of whatever thoughts he may have been having.
“S-sí?” The flush that colored Leonardo's cheeks made his blue eyes stand out even more, and Ezio could see the embarrassment in his expression.
OP
(Anonymous) 2011-03-25 04:23 am (UTC)(link)Hard Lessons 3/?
(Anonymous) 2011-03-25 04:24 am (UTC)(link)“... It has been too long.” Ezio suddenly grasped Salai's other wrist, and with almost unnatural speed, wrapped the long cloth around both his arms, effectively binding them together. Realizing his intent, Salai tried to jerk his hands free, but was too late.
“What is this?!” Salai cried out over the rough treatment, rocking forward in an attempt to free his arms. “I wo—ack!”
Whatever Salai was going to say got lost as Ezio dragged him backwards, one hand on thin shoulders and the other laced through his red hair. Ezio tilt his head back and, leaning over the couch, pressed a soft kiss against his lips. A quiet sound of surprise escaped Leonardo, and Ezio grinned into the kiss as he heard the astonishment in his friend's voice.
A moment passed, and then two, as Salai responded faintly to the slide of lips over his own. Salai's mouth was velvety, sinfully soft and perfect... Ezio almost envied Leonardo, but knew that in his heart, he would always prefer the warm, slightly chapped lips of the artist himself.
Ezio broke the kiss and looked up, staring straight into Leonardo's face. Salai made a quiet noise of loss.
“Does it please you?” Ezio smiled in the roguish way that he knew made Leonardo's heart race. The look on his face proved Ezio's theory.
“Ezio... I-I told you, about Salai and I...”
“Sí. And yet, I have missed you. Especially after worrying over your capture. I think—”
“Maestro, if you—!” Salai's interruption was quickly silenced by Ezio's hand over his mouth. Letting out a muffled growl, Salai tried to bite at Ezio’s hand, but Ezio only grinned at his efforts.
“I was saying, I only wish to make you happy. And if I am correct... would it not make you happy to have me? As this one...” Ezio cut his eyes down to Salai, whose unhappily furrowed brows didn't match the blush across his cheeks, “... as Salai watches? He was so full of questions about us, while you were gone. A good maestro must instruct his students, sí?”
“Ah, Ezio...” Leonardo looked conflicted, but Ezio already heard it in the rasp of his voice that the artist would accept his offer. Eyes flickering back and forth between the assassin and his assistant, he wavered for a moment. “But... well, you should not leave a job half-finished.”
“... What?”
Leonardo suddenly smiled, almost benign, but for the hint of desire still written over his features. He walked over to where Salai and Ezio were, standing in front of the couch before picking up the other edge of the silky cloth.
“You do not mind, do you, Salai? I promise to make you comfortable.”
Ezio gaped for a moment, then grinned and uncovered Salai's mouth.
“Mind?!” Salai immediately gasped, eyes darting between the two older men with a look of disbelief. “Maestro, what have I done to deserve this? And since when were you two... together?”
Leonardo blushed again, but maintained his smile as he began to rearrange the cloth around Salai's waist, revealing the beginnings of an erection as he went. Salai wriggled, but he still could not free his arms from behind his back. He huffed angrily.
“And you, Ezio! Always... you were so ignorant! When I asked you if you and Leonardo had...” Salai sputtered incredulously, indifferent to his own nakedness but starting to flush as Leonardo's hands brushed over his stomach.
“Nothing is ever as it seems, il Salaino.” Ezio laughed.
“And you didn't tell me?!” Salai looked pointedly at Leonardo.
“I... it was personal, Salai.” Leonardo looked almost contrite, but continued to shift the fabric, beginning to twist intricate knots over Salai's arms and torso.
“Just, you wait! When I am free of this, I—”
“I think that is enough from you.” Cutting off the youth's tirade, Ezio leaned down, his face over Salai's own. They stared at each other for a moment, both unwilling to give an inch. Leonardo stood over them both, amusement on his face. Ezio pressed forward, bringing his mouth close to Salai's ear.
Hard Lessons 4/5
(Anonymous) 2011-03-25 04:33 am (UTC)(link)“I also think you deserve a bit of punishment, for what you told me of taking Leonardo's money. I know you care for him, so show him more respect in the future, sí?” Ezio whispered, just loud enough for Salai to hear. “I hope this will help you to remember.” Ezio's lips barely brushed the lobe of Salai's ear, causing him to shudder at the contact. Suddenly, Salai realized Ezio was rearranging a strip of the cloth over his head. As Ezio's calloused hands turned his face to wrap the cloth over his mouth, Salai couldn't help the short cry of insult, which Ezio took as an opportunity to pull the cloth tight through his lips, effectively muffling the invectives Salai was trying to spit at him. Salai writhed, but with both his hands bound, the only thing he could accomplish would be falling off the couch, which would only make his situation worse.
Standing up straight, Ezio looked back to Leonardo, who was watching the pair of them with an expression of puzzlement, but also acceptance and trust. Seeing that look on Leonardo's face made Ezio smile warmly, and he leaned over the couch to embrace the artist, pressing his face into the soft, tawny hair and breathing in the familiar smell of soap and paint. It was easy to forget about Salai, fuming silently on the couch between them. All that filled Ezio's mind was desire for his friend, whom he had been away from for so long.
“Hold on, just a moment Ezio.” Leonardo gently pushed Ezio away and knelt in front of Salai. The apprentice's face looked stormy, a potent mixture of outrage and lust. Leonardo put out a hand, slipping it over Salai's cheek and the cloth that now gagged him. “I have to agree with Ezio, Salai. I knew about the money, and I don't care... but still, you should not doubt me so.” Salai's eyebrows shot up, his surprise obvious. Leonardo stood back up, to face Ezio. “And you should not doubt my hearing, amico.”
Before Ezio could respond, Leonardo reached forward and grabbed his collar, dragging him forward into a more forceful kiss. Ezio slowly stepped around the couch, not breaking the kiss, coming to stand in front of Leonardo. Ezio slipped his hands around his waist, pulling him in close. Salai made a sound that was close to a whimper as the two of them backed up, bumping against one of Leonardo's messy desks. Seeing Leonardo biting at Ezio's scarred lips was not helping his arousal.
~
After half an hour of watching the two of them tease each other, Salai was harder than he could remember being in recent history. Having to lay on the couch and do nothing but look as Ezio slowly, slowly stroked down Leonardo's thighs, shivers running through the artist as he leaned back on his work table, was going to make Salai go insane.
Even worse, Salai couldn't say a word to them—not even to beg for mercy, which he was close to doing if he had to watch much more. Normally, it was Leonardo who was in charge when the two of them were intimate. Sometimes he would allow Salai to take him, if he was in the mood, but as his apprentice, Salai usually served whatever purpose Leonardo pleased. Now, watching Ezio slowly take Leonardo apart piece by piece was maddening.
Speaking of Ezio, Salai suddenly realized that the assassin was on his knees, taking Leonardo into his mouth. Ezio's hands gripped Leonardo's hips tightly, fingers rubbing over hipbones and keeping him from moving as Ezio sucked—
That was it. Salai moaned through the gag as he squeezed his eyes shut, willing the images in his mind away. It was no good, he knew what he was seeing would stay with him, long after this was over. Writhing in frustration, Salai managed to turn over onto his stomach on the narrow couch.
Hard Lessons 5/5
(Anonymous) 2011-03-25 04:36 am (UTC)(link)“Aah—!”
Leonardo cried out, and Salai pressed himself against the rough fabric of the couch, eyes shut tight. The pressure on his aching erection sent pleasure shooting through his body, and the impromptu gag in his mouth stifled his moan. It was harsh and barely enough, but with his hands still tied, it brought Salai a little relief.
More noises were coming from Ezio and Leonardo now, but Salai ignored them in favor of trying to find his own release. He braced against the back of the couch and rubbed harder, trying to find enough friction to get off. The tips of his fingers were going numb from the cloth, and the sharp tingling feeling shot up his arms and mixed with his pleasure as he moved against the fabric, faster and faster...
“What's this?”
Salai's eyes shot open and he looked up violently. Ezio, totally naked, was standing over Salai, grinning down at him as he took in his horribly aroused state. Salai let out a soft moan in anguish, trying to look sympathetic enough to illicit some help from the assassin.
“I believe the little demon may have learned his lesson. Leonardo, may I... assist your assistant?” Ezio looked back to where Leonardo was laying over the table, also naked and looking sated in the aftermath of their contact. Leonardo lifted his head to look at the both of them, then waved a hand, making a noncommittal noise of assent. Salai moaned again, this time in relief. It was about time, all he could think of was release. He could barely stand the rough texture of the couch's fabric on his over-sensitive skin anymore, much less the damned cloth on his wrists...
“Or maybe, I won't.” The smirk in Ezio's voice sounded more than cruel to Salai. “Lessons are hard to learn, Salai. Why don't you stay here and think about it a little longer.” Laughing to himself, Ezio ran a hand lightly down Salai's bare shoulders, then turned to leave.
“Mrnph—!!”
Salai groaned loudly through the gag and resigned himself to the torture.
~fin
Hope you enjoyed it anon! I almost got all the bonus points. Also, I apologize for abuse of italics. I have a problem.
Re: Hard Lessons 5/5
(Anonymous) 2011-03-26 03:04 pm (UTC)(link)And THIS: “I... it was personal, Salai.” This SO MUCH. <3 (I really believe Leonardo wouldn't have told Salai everything like the DLC implies...)
Re: Hard Lessons 5/5
(Anonymous) 2011-03-26 08:54 pm (UTC)(link)