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Desmond masturbating in Monteriggioni
(Anonymous) 2011-01-16 01:30 pm (UTC)(link)I suddenly got this idea. There's not much privacy in the Sanctuary, right? Because I imagine its just that one room with the statues and that's it. So obviously Desmond doesn't really have much of a chance to beat off or anything in there. So after a while he just gets sick of not getting any release at all, and he goes out of the sanctuary, finds himself a nice alleyway (or anywhere really) in Monteriggioni, and just masturbates there? 10 minutes, done.
Bonus if Lucy tells him to come back through the ear piece while he's doing it. Or even better, if he runs late and Lucy decides to send someone out to find him (cough-Shaun-cough). Cue rough alleyway sex?!?
Re: Desmond masturbating in Monteriggioni
(Anonymous) 2011-01-17 09:53 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Desmond masturbating in Monteriggioni
(Anonymous) 2011-01-22 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)Privacy, please [1/7]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-23 12:42 pm (UTC)(link)--
Desmond wasn't one to complain about their living space -- that was Shaun's job, and one he indulged in with gusto -- especially since he knew firsthand how easily Lucy could get riled up about it. Understandable, really, since she was stressed out about a lot of things: Templars, running for their lives, Desmond going crazy… the list went on. And so any form of whining from Desmond unrelated to the bleeding effect was sure to get her angry. But, seriously now, in addition to getting cabin fever, Desmond had no privacy to do anything by himself without having three pairs of ears and eyes available for eavesdropping.
It was even worse than Abstergo!
Sure, back there he knew he had cameras on him at all times, but at least he could imagine he was alone while he lent himself a hand and receive no immediate feedback from those watching. Here, it was nigh impossible to jack off without having someone clear their throat loudly, or have Rebecca announce -- much to Desmond's mortification, and Shaun's endless amusement -- that he would have made a great porn star, with his inability to keep his hands off himself.
He was a healthy young man, with a healthy sex drive, damn it! Being shoved into a machine that fucked with his mind, and then forced to see his dear ancestor screwing everything with legs and not getting anything out of it beyond embarrassing hard-ons that he was incapable of curing without some form of mockery was NOT his idea of a good time. All this assassin-templar shit had forced him into an as-of-yet-indefinite celibacy, but it damn well was not going to stop him from jerking off!
With this frustration in mind, Desmond decided it was high time to find himself a place, away from prying eyes and ears that would deter him from finding completion, living or otherwise; beating off with Altair's stone gaze a few feet away from him was just as disconcerting as having three other souls nearby, clearly listening to him. It couldn't be far from the Sanctuary, and he would be unable to run off without having SOME form of tracking on him, but at this point, Desmond wasn't too picky.
"Please, Lucy," he found himself pleading. "I'll be back in an hour, I promise. I just really need to stretch my legs and get some fresh air."
"Desmond…" she trailed off, and then sighed in resignation. "All right. But take the headset with you. And do not let anyone, under any circumstances, see you."
Desmond beamed, and hugged Lucy enthusiastically. He even kissed both her cheeks on automatic, a probable residue from Ezio. "Thank you!" he said earnestly, ignoring Rebecca's catcall and the burn of Shaun's eyes at his back. He curled the wireless headset around his ear and zipped up his hood, eager to get out of the Sanctuary.
"Try not to trip and crack open your skull," Shaun advised with a sarcastic wave.
"I won't!" Desmond said, far too cheerful to be deterred by Shaun's caustic snark. He jogged out two steps at a time, careful not to slip on any of the cracked stones and make Shaun's remark a reality.
"Desmond, can you hear me?" Rebecca's voice chirped in his ear some seconds later, as he made his way out of the building.
"Loud and clear," Desmond replied, fiddling with the headset to lower the volume. "Is there a way to turn off the microphone on this thing?"
"What do you need to do that for?" Rebecca asked, at the same time that Shaun snarked from afar that "he doesn't want us to hear him panting."
"Shaun!" Lucy berated him in a loud voice, crackling faintly over the static.
Desmond turned red as he left the Auditore mansion grounds at a fast jog. There was no one on the streets, and it was dark enough that no one would see him even if he decided to do a little free running about the rooftops.
"It's like Shaun said," Desmond murmured mildly into the headset. "I'm going to be running around--" to emphasize, he made a running leap onto the nearest rooftop, and the scuffling noises of his sneakers and his huff of breath were very audible, "--and I don't want to annoy you all all night."
Privacy, please [2/7]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-23 12:43 pm (UTC)(link)"I'll be fine," Desmond said shortly, having found the switch, which he promptly clicked off.
He hadn't been lying when he said he was going to be free running: all that time in the Animus had taught his mind and body the reflexes needed to perform parkour, but his muscles weren't going to develop for him. He'd started his training back at the assassin hideout some weeks back, but hadn't been unable to practice since arriving at Monteriggioni. It wouldn't do for him to lose all his muscle by lying around all day, so he figured going out at night like this would be a practical way to continue his regimen.
It was a cool and relaxing night, Desmond felt as he leapt from rooftop to rooftop. He could hear the faint chatter of Rebecca and Lucy on the other end, but he'd lowered the volume enough that it wasn't a distractor. He could feel himself unconsciously sync into Ezio's movements, wasting no unnecessary energy as he flew across Monteriggioni. It was both liberating and exhilarating, and not a little frightening, if he paused to think about it. Something he most assuredly did not give himself the time to do.
He hadn't forgotten his original purpose out here, though.
After a grueling ten-score minutes of muscle-stretching parkour, Desmond tumbled down into an empty alley with slick grace, rolling to his feet and coming to a stop. He wasn't quite out of breath, but his heart was racing fast and there was a bead of sweat forming on his brow, which he quickly wiped away. A quick glance around revealed he was very much alone. The lighting here was poor, with the nearest lamp a street away. It was perfect.
He found an alcove and leaned against the wall, wrinkling his nose at the urban smell. But Desmond was not picky. All the adrenaline he'd released from free running had put him in a good, excited mood. He unzipped his pants and closed his eyes, thinking back to Ezio's latest conquest -- a painted courtesan with slim legs, and a rather talented tongue…
Desmond spat into his palm and took hold of his cock, beginning to stroke at a leisurely pace. The woman had begun by teasing Ezio, ghosting her fingers about his erection before holding him firmly, and taking him into her mouth. Ezio's thoughts had not been on her for long, however, since Desmond could practically see Ezio imagining a head of gold rather than one of brown, bobbing back and forth. Synchronization between Ezio and Desmond was so seamless these days that Desmond was capable of doing this -- thinking Ezio's thoughts, placing himself so deep within his ancestor that his own identity faded into the background, until it was all but forgotten.
Abruptly, Desmond eyes popped open. "Desmond," he hissed quietly to himself, holding himself tight enough to cause a flicker of pain. "You're Desmond."
It was frustrating to him -- the fact that he could so easily fade away and become Ezio at any given moment. It was appropriate and rather efficient while within the Animus, but it was ridiculous and quite dangerous outside of it. Desmond refused to allow Ezio dominion over his waking thoughts as well. It was all he had left.
And so he loosened his grip and began again, flicking through his own memories, of his own conquests. Naturally, it had been a while since he'd been with anyone -- being constantly on the run practically killed his sex life -- and even before that he was hardly a womanizer, preferring to keep to himself out of a fostered sense of paranoia. But he had had his share of flings, especially once he got into the bar tending business. It had been surprisingly easy to get partners for the night by simply giving a potential man or woman a free drink and an ear for an hour or so.
"Ah," Desmond murmured, relaxing against the stone wall. He flicked the audio on his headset to zero, figuring he could always turn it back on after he was done. It would only take a few minutes, and he'd rather have his own alone-time without the constant stream of chatter distracting him from completion.
Privacy, please [3/7]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-23 12:46 pm (UTC)(link)There had been many women and a couple of men, Desmond recalled, flicking through their muddled faces. One in particular had stood out to him -- a lithe, spectacled youth who'd given him a very good hand job in the back alley of this bar he'd worked at in Milan. His fingers had been nimble and rough, like -- ah, yes, like so -- and his kissing was almost overwhelming in its intensity. Desmond sped up, his hips unconsciously jerking forward in excitement. His foreskin had retracted completely now, and his shaft was thick and hard and warm.
His stray hand stopped abusing his nipples and found its way into his mouth. He eagerly licked his fingers and coated them with saliva, before lowering them down, into the back of his pants. With an almost tantalizingly sensual stroke, he circled his opening with all four fingers before slowly inserting his index finger in. A soft exhale escaped his lips as Desmond continued to tug himself with vigor, using his whole hand.
The man with glasses -- he'd remembered the glasses, because he hadn't taken them off the entire time -- had also done this as he'd jerked him off, something which Desmond had discovered he very much enjoyed. He'd never quite enjoyed bottoming until he'd discovered the synergetic effect of beating off and anal penetration, and, since then, he hadn't minded switching around with both women and men. It was almost shameful he hadn't thought of it earlier, really.
Though Desmond was careful with himself, and knew saliva was hardly a substitute for a good water-based lubrication, he liked the rough feel of fingering himself like this. He was stroking himself furiously now, and his hips were thrusting forward with his movements. The air was sinfully chilly against his heated skin, driving him ever closer to the edge.
"Yes," Desmond murmured, his eyes delightfully closed. His legs trembled slightly from holding him up, a light sheen of sweat covering his exposed belly and thighs. To a passerby, he would have painted a supremely enticing and erotic figure, exotic in the darkness.
His prick was swollen a deep red, shining from a mixture of both sweat and precum. Slick hands lost their practiced rhythm, resorting instead to a furious and rough pace. A third finger, a tight, painful burn of pleasure from misuse -- then, like clockwork, the prodding of a spot that caused a spasm of delight to shudder across his body -- he could hardly catch his breath, and he could hardly care if he was making noises anymore, it was close, so close --
Desmond shuddered, jerked, and like the release of a pent-up dam, came.
"Oh," Desmond breathed, his hips still moving forward in smaller and smaller jerks, like an aftershock. From his slowing strokes, he coaxed several more spurts of milky white, until nothing was left. His eyes fluttered, and he barely stopped his feet from giving in and dropping him down bonelessly to the floor. He carefully removed his fingers from inside of himself, squirming between discomfort and dry pleasure as the tightness left. He absentmindedly wiped his semen-coated fingers on his boxer-briefs, making a mental note to clean these before he handed them to Lucy so she and Rebecca could go to town in the morning to do laundry.
He exhaled and managed a relieved smile. The sexual frustration had been building up for days now, and it felt pleasantly exhausting to have finally let some out. Of course, he was hardly satisfied by just jerking off once, but it was a start. He was just about to do up his jeans and head back when he heard the sounds of someone loudly clearing their throat.
"Gah!" Desmond exclaimed, startled pale at the sight of Shaun at the opening of the alley. It was difficult to see in the dim lighting, but Desmond could swear he could see a flush across the man's cheeks, clearly meaning he'd been here for a while. "S-Shaun!"
Privacy, please [4/7]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-23 12:47 pm (UTC)(link)Desmond, who had turned quite red himself, found within himself energy to be angry rather than utterly mortified. "Well, you didn't have to watch. I left the Sanctuary for a reason!" Embarrassed and ashamed, but still curdling with frustration, Desmond hastily did up his jeans, refusing to look at the pale stains on the stones.
"You weren't answering, and Lucy was worried. So she sent me." Shaun explained rather mechanically, pushing up his glasses, even though they hadn't slipped down his nose. "We drew lots. I lost."
"I wanted a little privacy," Desmond snarled, glaring at Shaun as he awkwardly fumbled with the button of his jeans, his own nerves betraying him. "If that was too much to ask!"
"You're always wanking off," Shaun was talking like he couldn't stop himself. "You are a bloody sex-fiend."
"I am NOT a sex-fiend!" Desmond hissed. "Fuck you, Shaun! I'm a-- fuck--" he was still struggling with the button-- "a perfectly healthy adult!"
He had been so concentrated on the damn button that he hardly noticed Shaun had drawn closer until the man had slammed him into the wall. Desmond would have automatically flipped him around and made as if to break his neck -- Ezio's habits were not far from his consciousness, especially not when so stressed -- had Shaun's lips not abruptly covered his own, shocking him into paralyzation.
"Bleeding twat," Shaun breathed heavily as he broke the kiss. "You think I don't hear you beating off at night?"
"Uh," Desmond sputtered, torn between indignation and mortification.
"And then you finger your arse like you do it for a living, and expect me not to jump you, in an alley no less--"
Desmond flushed a beetroot red, and his face contorted into a snarl. "I'm not jail-bait waiting to be raped, you fucking four-eyed dick."
"I had no intention of raping you, idigit," Shaun bit out, and then smirked. The palm of his hand patted the slowly hardening bulge of Desmond's pants, squeezing experimentally, causing Desmond to emit an undignified squeak. He was still sensitive from his earlier orgasm, and it was almost painful to be handled. "It's not as if you don't want it, hm?"
"What brought this on," Desmond asked breathlessly as he swatted Shaun's hand away, preferring instead to rough handle the man around and pin him against the alcove, gaining control. He leaned in, breath quickening, voice husky. "I didn't know you even had a sex drive." His lips ghosted Shaun's, driving his hips into Shaun's, feeling the other's hands settle there, encouraging-like.
"Ah, Desmond, you sad tosser," Shaun smirked, far too comfortable with himself despite being cornered. "You could fill a library with the things you do not know."
Desmond frowned at the jibe, viciously driving his hips into Shaun's, crushing the other man against the wall with a breath-stealing kiss. They were rough at first, the adrenaline of voyeurism and the discovery of being caught still coursing through their veins, both not having really considered what they were doing and what repercussions this might have for their team if things went awry, as men with erections were oft to do when…distracted.
Though the night was cold, the combined heat they were emanating was enough to keep them from feeling it. Desmond and Shaun competed in a kiss for dominance, neither willing to give in to the other in light of their pride. They scuffled back and forth, slamming each other against the walls of the alley, knocking heads and biting tongues and scraping the palms of their hands as they went, but never escalating to true violence, far too turned on to stop.
"Fuck me, this is good," Desmond groaned lowly, his erection having returned like it had never been satiated. He felt like he'd broken a personal record for fastest recovery.
"I'd love to," Shaun murmured huskily, his busy hands having already unzipped Desmond's pants and stroked him to full attention. Desmond, for his part, had struggled with Shaun's god damn button until it had finally popped open, and he'd dug past Shaun's pants and underwear -- briefs, how quaint -- until he found Shaun's own proud member, hard against his sweaty palms, pulsing.
Privacy, please [4/7]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-23 12:49 pm (UTC)(link)Shaun hummed, and one hand of his slipped out of Desmond's pants and behind his own -- and, for a second, Desmond's heart sped at the thought that perhaps Shaun was preparing himself, and would let Desmond fuck him -- only to reveal he'd fished out a square little packet from his back pocket. "I'm always prepared, love," he grinned, devious-like.
"Huh," Desmond blinked. "No clue when you got a sex drive, but -- ah!" Shaun had jerked him roughly, causing Desmond's hips to jerk in surprise. "Ah… but I'm gad you have one."
Shaun hummed, and paused momentarily, causing Desmond to groan. "This isn't going to be very good for you, Desmond," he explained, roughly. "The condom comes with lube, but it'll hardly be enough."
"Fuck," Desmond closed his eyes, but grinned viciously. "That's fine, I prepared myself already. And I like a little pain."
"A little?" Shaun said caustically, but he was tearing the condom open with a canine right after, clearly not against the idea anyway. Desmond helped him lower his pants and briefs, and then watched with half-lidded eyes as Shaun carefully rolled the condom on, stroking himself once, twice through the plastic, getting himself to full hardness.
"Turn around," Shaun said roughly. "We have little time before Lucy starts wondering where we are, and sends an army after us."
"A quickie, hm," Desmond hummed, but complied easily enough. "I can do that."
The stone wall was very cold against his open palms, but he figured it would have to do. Shaun slipped down the elastic band of Desmond's boxer-briefs and reached with his fingers, finding Desmond's entrance. From Desmond's earlier preparation, it was swollen and tainted a dusty pink. Shaun took a moment to soak this in, from the submissive hunch of Desmond's shoulders to his well-built and delectable arse -- and it was his for the taking.
"This will hurt," Shaun reminded him, positioning himself.
"Get on with it," Desmond snapped. "I won't break."
"Don't say I didn't warn you," Shaun snarked, and pushed in.
Desmond barely heard himself start cursing in three alternating languages, all of him tensing and flinching forward against the wall, unconsciously trying to get away. Shaun braced himself on his hips, still making his way forward, snapping at him to relax, and to quiet down. Desmond's teeth found his wrist and he bit in, muffling his pained voice, barely feeling tears welling at the corner of his eyes.
"Bloody relax, Desmond," Shaun hissed, pausing when he was fully sheathed. He was molded against Desmond's back, hands digging into Desmond's hips like a vice, his mouth close to Desmond's ear. Within Desmond, he felt like he was being crushed, and it was hardly pleasant for him, either.
"Trying," Desmond hissed back between his teeth. "Fuckkkk…."
"Shh, relax," Shaun repeated, his own breath short, one hand snaking forward and stroking Desmond's wilting erection. "It'll burn for a little while, but you can bear it."
Knowing it was hurting Desmond though, Shaun allowed them to remain like this for an entire minute, continuing to jerkily stroke Desmond -- his other hand slowly traced soothing circles around Desmond's hip, then up across his abs, ghosting his chest, and then back down. The vice around his cock was softening, and Shaun wanted to pound into him right there and then, fuck the consequences. But he was not an animal, and he held himself still, patient.
"Hnn," Desmond mumbled, sensing more than feeling Shaun's desire to speed things up. "You can move…"
"You're not hard," Shaun breathed heavily against Desmond's neck. "You're not liking this."
"We don't have time," Desmond reminded him, and jerked his hips back, causing Shaun to grunt in surprise and respond automatically. "I'll get used to it, don't…unghh…don't worry. Just go."
"If you say so," Shaun said, his steely resolve having been whittled down. "Sorry, Desmond."
"Eh," Desmond would have shrugged, but he suddenly found himself gasping as Shaun pulled back and slammed into him again, breath loud and hard in his ear.
"Fuck--!" Desmond half-howled, before he found his wrist again.
Privacy, please [6/7]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-23 12:50 pm (UTC)(link)--
Shaun was not a callous lover, however, despite the need to rush. He diligently kept stroking Desmond and whispering for him to relax at his ear, grunting and cursing and telling Desmond how good he was, how tight he was.
The burn never faded completely, but it was not utterly unpleasant, especially with the noises Shaun was trying to stifle as he drew closer and closer to orgasm. It was one thing to have Shaun breathless, but quite another to have him whimpering, so unlike his usual self. And his strokes had finally coaxed his hard-on to return, something that had slowly but effectively blocked out the majority of the pain, and allowed Desmond to experience pleasure.
With an impatient swat, Desmond shoved Shaun's hand away and took himself into his own hand, familiar with his own desires. Shaun didn't seem to mind, instead concentrating on pounding into Desmond as hard and as fast as he possibly could. It was hot and sweaty and beyond rough against the stone and open air, but they were both getting laid for the first time in weeks and this was far too gone along for them to find any fault with it.
"Des--Desmond," Shaun gasped, his glasses askew. "I'm -- close --" His hands were both on Desmond's hips, tight enough that they were very much likely leaving bruises, his pants around his ankles, driving in so hard that it was almost painful for him in the most delightful way--
"Merde," Desmond slipped Itallian around his teeth, but could hardly care, his eyes closed so tight that they burned, his hand fast and brutal against his stiff member--
They did not come simultaneously, but it hardly mattered.
Shaun shuddered violently against Desmond, sinking his teeth into the fabric of Desmond's hoodie at the juncture between his neck and shoulder, muffling his hoarse cry as he came. His hips snapped forward once, twice, four times before finally slowing down, rolling with him to a final stop. His jaws were stiff when he finally let go of his impromptu gag, and his breath was coming in short.
Desmond continued to jerk himself off, half-sobbing into his own wrist as he got closer, a wrist which was already dribbling with blood. He finally splurted out a smaller (but no less violent) load onto the wall as Shaun extracted himself from his arse, which caused Shaun to momentarily wince because of how tight the muscle contracts were against his waning erection.
Shaun was careful to keep a hold of the condom as he moved his hips away, so it wouldn't roll off, until he finally freed his prick. Desmond's legs finally did give out then, and he collapsed to his knees on the cobbled ground, hands shaking upon the wall, head resting against it.
"You okay?" Shaun asked, out of breath, a tentative hand on Desmond's shoulder where he'd bit him. The indentations of his teeth were still visible against the white cloth of the hood.
"Yeah," Desmond exhaled, and turned his head with a small, teary grin. "That was good."
"Not to break the moment, but we should be getting back," Shaun said, hitching up his pants and underwear, and zipping up. His hands were still a tad bit shaky. The condom he'd knotted up and discarded deeper into the alley with a practiced swing. What? It would hardly be missed.
"Yeah," Desmond nodded, but his legs felt like jello. "Uh… could you help me?"
Shaun raised an eyebrow, having been fixing the collar of his shirt. He looked so fucking posh and god damn British that Desmond wanted to snort, but he held it back. "Pretty please?" he smiled helplessly, and raised a hand.
Shaun caught his hand with his own, and between the two of them, they managed to get Desmond to his feet. "You made a mess of your arm," Shaun muttered, taking a closer look. A neat and rather vivid imprint of Desmond's teeth circled the side of Desmond's wrist, dotted with drops of blood. Shaun absentmindedly stroked Desmond's palm, a frown evident on his face. "We should get it disinfected when we get back."
"I've had worse," Desmond shrugged, and, taking back his hand, did up his pants.
Privacy, please [7/7] END
(Anonymous) 2011-01-23 12:51 pm (UTC)(link)"Let me get my headset on," Shaun said, reaching up to do so. "I'll tell them I've found you and we're heading back."
"Good idea," Desmond scratched the back of his head, feeling very cold all of a sudden. The night was not warm at all. He turned on the audio for his own wireless as well, though he left the microphone off, figuring the girls could hear him through Shaun's piece once he turned it on.
"Lucy, Rebecca," Shaun reported in, having found the audio button. "I've found Desmond."
Desmond could hear just static over his end, and he felt slightly worried.
"Rebecca?" Shaun repeated, his voice steady, but Desmond could see it in his face that he was also beginning to feel worry.
"Uh," came a female voice -- Rebecca. "We're here."
"Yes," Shaun said, and he looked quite relieved. "I've found Desmond."
"Uh, yeah," Rebecca said, uncommonly seeming to be without words.
"We heard the first time," Lucy's voice trailed in, explaining.
Shaun and Desmond exchanged a baffled glance. "We're heading back now," Shaun said slowly. "We'll be there in a few minutes."
"That's good," Lucy said.
"Yeah," Rebecca agreed.
"Okay…" Shaun trailed off, and he and Desmond exchanged a shrug. "See you then." Shaun reached up to his headphone, and turned off the audio. "They're rather barmy tonight," he told Desmond with a blink.
"Yeah," Desmond agreed, looking rather confused himself. "I wonder what happened."
"Guys, Shaun has his microphone on still," Rebecca chirped into Desmond's ear helpfully.
"Oh God," Desmond blanched, and his knees suddenly felt very weak again.
"Desmond?" Shaun asked worriedly, grabbing his arm. "What's wrong?" He had turned his audio off, so he had not heard the girls. But, unlike Desmond, he had not switched off his mike. So… the girls had heard everything, starting from when Shaun had walked in on him. Everything.
"Yes," Lucy's voice was dry.
"Desmond?" Shaun repeated, unaware of the girl's chatter. "You look as if you've seen a ghost -- you haven't, have you?"
"Shaun," Desmond croaked. "Your microphone is still on."
"What?" Shaun said, eyes blinking.
"The whole time -- your microphone…"
"Yeaaaap," Rebecca's smirk could be head quite clearly in her voice.
"Oh, bugger," Shaun groaned, eyes closing in resigned mortification.
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A/N: Haha! I hope that was to your liking, anons! (:
Re: Privacy, please [7/7] END
(Anonymous) 2011-01-23 10:45 pm (UTC)(link)This was sexy as hell.
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(Anonymous) 2011-01-25 07:46 am (UTC)(link)Axis [1/1]
(Anonymous) 2011-01-30 02:13 am (UTC)(link)~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The air was crisp and cold when he stepped out of their hideout.
Looking about to check for anything uncommon, Desmond surveyed the premises with eagle vision before he began his brisk run towards the stairs, literally jumping them by fours as he darted through the illuminated streets. He ran past the usual structures sans wariness: the cars, fresco buildings, bicycles—things that were never thought of six hundred years ago, back when Ezio Auditore controlled a dominion that encompassed the whole of Italia, even before the Apple came into the hands of the most revered Grand Master in history. Everything was modernized, and the assassin found the untainted originality seen through the last prophet's eyes to be real: not the supporting beams that attempted to preserve the monument of a town, not the familiar broken ledges and corners, not the hallucinations of men and women laughing and talking as they strolled past.
Nor the need to relieve an ache.
The alleyway he soon discovered was barren and dimly lighted—no one could see anyone or anything, unless movement was happening at a very grand scale; it was this secluded area he decided to keep to as his breaths came a bit deeper, a bit harder, enough to force him to curl his hands into fists to match the awkward stride. Rapidly, he made sure of his surroundings once more, not after he pushed himself against the rough mortar on the wall and wrenched off his hoodie.
The zipper of his jeans was too loud.
But Desmond didn't give a flying fuck.
And then, he grabbed his cock all too violently, depraved, his heart hammering in his chest, desperately aware of how his hand was waging war against the infinitesimal bit of sanity in his mind. Damn, damn, damn was the entirety of his broken expression: It had been far too long since he had the opportunity to rid himself of the annoying ache, to have a privacy he had taken for granted ante-ordeal—the shit between some crazyass Templars and a brotherhood that called themselves the assassins. There was only the temporary sanctuary, with all four of them attempting to give each other personal space, and obviously, there was no way in hell he could have ever beat off in there. He couldn't take care of this matter, like this, the tempo accelerating as his head was purged, grinding his teeth together, thinking of nothing else but the need to get this shit over with en mediares of automatic pleasure. All he wanted was the end to all things, the end to many things, the end to every thing—
Suddenly: "Desmond."
Static.
"Come."
A hitch.
"Now."
The order coerced him to do so.
And Desmond tasted blood as he came.
However, his earpiece seemed to ignore his state, blazing the statement that wasn't meant to be taken in a literal way, Lucy's voice all too loud, all to selfish, all too ignorant; he could perceive the agitation furrowing her brow as she spoke, probably typing away a long report, or whatever she seemed to do, the Animus shadowing the length of her profile. He hated the semen on his hands as much as he craved to expel it before, and Lucy was definitely the one to make him drop his forehead onto the wall and grit his teeth.
"Hurry up—you're way past your limit." An irritated pause. "I sent Shaun out there to look for you. Don't make us go through the security measures again, Desmond."
The silence was as obnoxious as the zipper being pulled up.
But he pushed himself off of the rough surface and let the light splash its skepticism onto the front of his Vans.
Nothing was true.
Everything was permitted.
Desmond preferred to keep it that way.
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