asscreedkinkmeme ([personal profile] asscreedkinkmeme) wrote2010-09-13 08:44 pm
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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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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
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#2 (Livejournal) Archive
( Archive
(Dreamwidth) Archive <- Currently active
Part 1
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
Fills Only

Virgin kink for virgin kink meme

(Anonymous) 2010-11-15 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
Anyone, any way. Go!

Re: Virgin kink for virgin kink meme

(Anonymous) 2010-11-20 03:53 am (UTC)(link)
second this motion.

Re: Virgin kink for virgin kink meme

(Anonymous) 2010-11-21 12:33 am (UTC)(link)
Agree with this wholeheartedly.

Awkward sex.

Re: Virgin kink for virgin kink meme

(Anonymous) 2011-01-22 05:25 pm (UTC)(link)
Offered this up to another anon, but they apparently did not want. Filling with BotticellixLeonardo! Hope this anon is more welcoming to the idea.

Re: Virgin kink for virgin kink meme

(Anonymous) 2011-01-25 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
Only if one or both of them are virgins. If yes; gimme. If no; >:(

Fill 1/?

(Anonymous) 2011-01-27 04:26 am (UTC)(link)
Based when Leo is around seventeen or eighteen (before he became an official artist) and Alessandro Filipepi (aka Sandro Botticelli) would be twenty-four/twenty-five.

"H-have you ever done this before?"

"No. . . I mean. . . not with a man"

"How. . . how do we do it?"

"I asked around and. . . I have to prepare you with my fingers and then I. . . erm. . . enter"


The two men stared at each other awkwardly. They were facing one another on the bed, the younger wearing only his chemise and the elder wearing loosely laced breeches. "Leonardo," the blond jumped slightly, having been picking at the fabric of the sheets to try and ease some of his tension, "come here."

Leonardo nodded, swallowing thickly before hesitantly moving closer to Alessandro. The artist carefully tangled his fingers in his companion's hair, tilting his head so that their lips fit together more easily. He smiled when the other finally started to relax; this was a more comfortable area of intimacy. The prodigy brought his arms up to wrap around Alessandro's neck, making a small noise in the back of his throat as the kiss became more heated.

He was pushed back to lie down on the bed with long, graceful fingers caressing the inside of his thigh. The kisses trailed away from his mouth to press against his jaw and reddening, freckled cheeks. The other man's hand didn't move away from his thigh, teasing the sensitive skin and massaging the creamy flesh in a way that made Leonardo squirm. His legs were eased apart so steadily and smoothly that he didn't notice until Sandro was between them, edging his chemise up to expose his growing erection.

The younger man shut his eyes tightly, tensing when everything suddenly stopped. "Do not deprive me of the lovely sight of your eyes, amore" he felt so foolish when his face burned more at the comment. His eyes opened and he couldn't help but smile at the older man hovering above him, they shared a small laugh together before continuing. Leonardo found the courage to let his own hands wander over the artist's torso, delicately tracing the muscles beneath his skin and small almost insignificant scars from a carefree childhood spent climbing trees.

Kisses were showered on his neck and the hand before placed on his thigh was now on his hip, rubbing the bones visible beneath the skin (which felt a lot better than he would have expected). He felt teeth at the juncture where his neck met his shoulder and couldn't help the groan that left his lips where the flesh was bitten. At the reaction Sandro proceeded to paint his neck in red love marks.

Leonardo moaned and tangled his hands in the older man's brown hair, trying not to give in to the urge to thrust his hips up in need of friction. "Amore, I need you to move for me, yes like that, now bend your arm a little--there."

The blond's chemise was thrown to the floor. Fingers danced over his exposed stomach, gliding over the skin glistening with sweat. Alessandro licked his lips as he let his eyes wander over the younger man's body, smiling gently when his companion flushed and tried to apologize for his "unsightly" lentiggini. At this the artist just laughed "You are beautiful, like you were doused in exotic spices--a delectable meal all for me"

He nearly giggled, covering a mouth with his hand before reaching up and pulling Sandro down for a kiss. The hands on his body moved to touch the more sensitive areas; one rolling his nipple between pointer-finger and thumb and the other--"O-oh!" Leonardo squeaked.

Re: Fill 1/?

(Anonymous) 2011-01-28 04:25 am (UTC)(link)
omgareyougonnawritemore? please? :)

Re: Fill 1/?

(Anonymous) 2011-01-29 11:03 pm (UTC)(link)

I can't even tell you how much I love you for writing this. Botticelli is such a pimp.

brb giggling forever

Fill 2/?

(Anonymous) 2011-01-30 07:32 am (UTC)(link)
Alessandro smiled at the startled expression on the younger man's face, rubbing the sensitive head of his arousal before moving lower to stroke his shaft. Leonardo's face turned a flattering shade of pink as his fingernails marked the man above him with red crescents. In turn his earlobe was lightly nipped and Sandro's voice, slightly strained from the neglected arousal straining against his breeches, whispered, "Can you reach the bedside table?"

The younger man blinked blearily, moving one of his hands from Alessandro's back to reach out for the wooden furniture. He felt it beneath his fingertips and shakily told Sandro that he could, in fact, reach it. "There is a glass vial in the drawer, can you get it for me" Leonardo nodded, gasping and arching into the artist's hand.

He bit down on his bottom lip and fumbled for the drawer, his body betraying him with twists and bucks in an animalistic need to soothe pooling heat in his belly. "C-Caro, per favore, I cannot--"

Demanding lips pressed against his, effectively cutting him off and causing his searching hand to pause. He parted his lips for the older man to deepen their kiss, only for him to pull away and smile mischievously down at him. "We shall make a game of it," he whispered as he pumped the heated flesh in his palm, "if you can get the vial before I make you cum, then I shall take you out to the market and buy you anything you desire"

The young man twisted beneath him, his long, golden eyelashes fluttering as he repeated, "A-Anything?"

"Of course," Sandro replied, brushing his thumb over the blond's glistening lips. Leonardo nodded, finally managing to get open the drawer only to clench his fingers around a sheet of parchment when the mouth which had previously been pressed against his neck moved down to suck delicately at his nipple.

He took a shaky breath, continuing to search even as his hand trembled and his body continued to rebel against his increasingly distracted mind. Now the hand on his arousal was pumping in a manner that could almost be called rough, with sensitive places on his body sought out to be mercilessly teased. He was so close but he fought to keep from bucking up into the contact on his heated flesh.

The younger man's fingers finally found the smooth glass he had been seeking, pulling it from the drawer and holding it up. "F-found it!" he declared, a gasp quickly following this with the vial of liquid slipping from his grasp onto the mattress.

He put a hand over his mouth and with a muffled cry he released, his seed spilling on Alessandro's fingers and just above his groin. Leonardo sunk into the soft mattress, his vision blurred and his head swimming. He reciprocated the gentle kiss pressed against his lips lazily. "Stay awake, amore mio, we are not yet finished"

Re: Fill 1/?

(Anonymous) 2011-01-30 07:45 am (UTC)(link)
The blue eyed apprentice nodded, carding his fingers through Sandro's slightly damp brown hair, then furrowing his brow when the strands suddenly slipped from his hands. The artist had moved further down the younger's body, licking a drop of semen from the blond's smooth stomach experimentally. He immediately withdrew with a look of distaste, his reaction making Leonardo laugh.

"Why on earth would you do that, Sandro?" the older man shrugged.

"Women have done it with me so readily before, I thought-" when he saw the smile on Leonardo's face falter he stopped. "Enough about that, it is not important; I would much rather be focused on you"

His smile was halfhearted and shy now and Alessandro really wanted to hit himself; it was truly in bad taste to ever bring up previous partners while in bed with a new lover--especially one that meant so much more than anyone who had come before them. He turned his attention to bringing the man beneath him back to full arousal, pushing his legs up so that his knees were bent for better access. His hands gently kneaded the flesh of Leonardo's backside, the skilled movements of his hand drawing a half choked groan.

Bracing himself for the taste Sandro licked the flaccid member resting between his lover's legs, cleaning the semen from the head and feeling the male organ harden beneath his lips. Soft fingers tangled in his hair and Sandro found himself becoming painfully aroused with each soft keening cry Leonardo let out. The younger man's body was still sensitive and tingling from his previous orgasm and he felt as if he'd cum right then with Alessandro's mouth wrapped around his erection.

Then the artist pulled back, his cheeks flushed and soft heated breaths leaving his lips. His hand was between his own legs, stroking the hardness beneath his breeches almost of its own accord. With an unintelligible mutter he grabbed the glass vial sitting on the mattress and sat up, observing Leonardo's ravished appearance with hunger.

The younger man stared up at him with half-lidded eyes, lips pink and swollen trying to form words but unable to. His blond hair was fanned out beneath the pillow and his lithe form was shining with sweat, the freckles covering his body standing out more sharply with the red flush of his skin. Alessandro removed the cork from the mouth of the vial, pouring out the yellowish liquid into the palm of his hand.

As he was coating it over his fingers the younger managed to weakly ask what the substance was. "Olive oil" he replied steadily, putting the cork back in when he was sure he'd have enough to slip his fingers inside of the blue eyed angel beneath him.

He slipped his hand back between Leonardo's legs, brushing his slick fingers against the young man's entrance before carefully applying pressure--"W-wait!"

aaaaaaaand. . . that's all I've got for tonight. Sorry :U

^Fill 3/?

(Anonymous) 2011-01-30 07:51 am (UTC)(link)
I always seem to do this--It's hard being as stupid as I am.

Re: ^Fill 3/?

(Anonymous) 2011-01-31 07:33 am (UTC)(link)
I love this!! Please write more soon. :)

Fill 4/?

(Anonymous) 2011-03-15 12:26 am (UTC)(link)
Alessandro looks up at the younger questioningly, drawing back "Do you wish to stop?" Leonardo shakes his head, covering his mouth with his hand and breathing heavily.

"I am sorry," Sandro places a comforting hand on his knee and smiles, "I am just a little nervous is all" he tries to put on a brave face, but is more grateful than he would let on when the artist still insists on giving him a few minutes to calm down.

He relaxes easily with the gentle, reassuring brushes of contact against his skin. They share a quiet look and Sandro hesitantly pours more oil on his fingers, moving his hand down between the blond's legs and applying pressure once more. This time there is only a soft gasp as he works his middle finger inside of the younger man. "Are you alright?"

Leonardo nods in response, trying not to wriggle away from the penetrating appendage. He feels the finger moving inside of him, curling against resistant muscles and stretching him by the barest of fractions. The sensation is strange, but he does not say anything and only squeaks when a second finger suddenly joins the first one.

There is a muttered apology and then the fingers are working to stretch him more. The freckled youth cannot help but shift about now, gasping when his inner walls are prodded and spread apart. Then Alessandro pulls the appendages back slightly, experimentally thrusting them forward and raising an eyebrow when his lover jolts at the motion. He tries once more and watches when Leonardo bites down on his bottom lip to muffle the noise which tries to escape.

The not so negative response prompts Sandro to begin a steady rhythm, thrusting his fingers in and out, twisting and curling to provoke more of the delightful sounds that are falling from Leonardo's beautiful lips. In his embarrassment the younger man turns away, pressing his burning cheek into the cool pillow as his fingers curl in the sheets. A third finger joins the others and the blond feels that twinge of pain which is a phantom of what warrants the oil.

Then the fingers are stretching him even more and it really does hurt now "A-Alessandro, stop, p-per favore" the stretching stops and he feels the appendages slide out of him after a moment of hesitance, making his heart skip a beat. His fist uncurls and the back of his hand lies flat against the pillow as he struggles to regain his breath. Leonardo wants to apologize for being so fainthearted but when their eyes meet his breath leaves him once more.

Sandro's eyes are filled with desire; the gentle patience once there is quickly wearing thin, his jaw clenches as lust slowly turns him into a predator far too long deprived of his prey. A shiver of excitement runs down Leonardo's spine and he pushes aside his shame to drag Alessandro down for a kiss. The pressure against his lips is bruising but the pleasure only mounts. The younger man feels his lover grinding against him and without giving himself time to think he reaches between them; shakily undoing the laces of Sandro's breeches.

He carefully strokes the hardness in his palm, encouraged by the soft groans Alessandro makes. When the fingers pushed back inside of him it is not so bad as the first time. Soon the pain fades away into the back of his mind, heat pooling in his gut as the fingers thrust into his body rhythmically, rubbing against his most intimate depths and making him see stars.

"Are you. . . ready?" the older man is obviously struggling to maintain his courtesy, something that Leonardo would find endearing if he could think clearly. Leonardo does not trust himself to speak anything coherent, nodding to give his consent for Sandro to proceed. As he is lying on his back waiting for his lover to coat himself in the olive oil he idly wonders if it will hurt a great deal to be penetrated with another man's erect member.

Fill 5/5

(Anonymous) 2011-03-15 12:28 am (UTC)(link)
Gentle kisses are pressed to his lips and he leans up for more while slick hands gentle massage his thighs; the last comprehensible thought he has is that the room now smells of olives.

Alessandro applies pressure carefully, trying not to thrust forward too suddenly lest he cause anal tearing. But Leonardo does not take notice of his efforts, tensing at the pain and crying out softly. He grips the pillow beneath his head, his arousal beginning to flag. The hand that begins to stroke him only distracts him from the pain by a fraction. Sandro is only half-way seated inside him, but he stops there to give Leonardo time to adjust. "Calma, amore mio," the older man tenderly coos, brushing shaking fingers against his temple.

The blond does his best to follow the request; he takes in deep breaths and unclenched his fists, allowing himself to relax. Alessandro resumes pushing past his inner muscles, panting with the effort it takes to be as gentle as he is being. Much to both of their relief he is soon fully inside. "D-Does. . . Are you alright?" Leonardo nods, though his insides are on fire and it is taking all of his willpower to remember he needs to breathe.

Alessandro showered Leonardo's face with light kisses before moving to lick and nip at his earlobe while his hand caressed the young man's softening arousal. Once the blond seems more at ease they move together experimentally, shifting and rocking together until Sandro suddenly grabs Leonardo's thighs to still him. "S-Sandro?" his eyes are glazed and can barely focus even as he searches his friend's face for signs of displeasure.

But the older man makes no reply, positioning one of the blond's legs to rest on his shoulder before suddenly pulling back only to thrust in with enough force to push his lover back on the mattress. A half startled cry fills the room at the motion, more following after as it is repeated over and over. Leonardo desperately begins to claw at the sheets beneath him, trying to form words but unable to with his mind becoming increasingly hazy. Sandro allows the leg over his shoulder to slide off, bending forward to capture the younger's lips in a heated kiss.

Leo's arms wrap around his shoulders, blunt nails making marks when he manages to plead for Alessandro to stop. His begging is ignored and the artist whispers praise against his skin with each kiss, telling him how beautiful he looks and how much he loves him. It is too much; Leonardo can no longer find any words except ones of encouragement. He allows Alessandro to take his body as roughly as the man desires, moving his hips to meet the erratic thrusts.

He met another kiss eagerly, Alessandro's tongue plundering the warm cavern of his mouth while the hand that wasn't massaging the back of his thigh gently coaxed release from his swollen cock. The heat beneath his skin is almost unbearable, especially so in the pit of his stomach as his pleasure climbed nearing climax. He comes with a cry muffled by the mouth closed over his, unable to muster any more strength he sinks into the mattress.

A delicious heat fills his sensitive body as Sandro spills his own release, riding out his waves of pleasure until he collapses beside Leonardo. The blond wants nothing more than to cuddle up next to his lover and sleep, but just as he shakily reaches out to take Alessandro's hand the man sits up and gets out of bed. "Sandroooo," he whines softly, pouting when the artist laughs.

"Un momento, amore mio," Leonardo groans, curling up on his side and allowing his eyes to slip closed. When Alessandro returns with a basin of water and a rag he finds the blond sound asleep. With an affectionate smile he sits on the mattress, gently cleaning the sweat and semen from his lover's body before treating his own soiled skin to the same process. Then, he opens the window to air out the room, lies beside Leonardo, and pulls a clean blanket over both of their bodies.

"Buona notte, Leonardo"
This took me too long to get up :T sorry 'bout the wait

Re: Fill 5/5

(Anonymous) 2011-03-15 01:22 am (UTC)(link)
So very hot, anon! Not the OP, but nnnnnggggh enjoyed this a great deal! ♥ Young!Leonardo is so delicious.

Re: Fill 5/5

(Anonymous) 2011-07-05 12:06 am (UTC)(link)
Loved this haaard!

Re: Fill 1/?

(Anonymous) 2011-03-15 01:13 am (UTC)(link)
Anon feels a little embarrassed that she had to wiki "lentiggini." :(