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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Discussion
CESARE/EZIO SPOILER? (for people who haven't played Brotherhood yet)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-31 03:48 pm (UTC)(link)You can end it with the attack on the Villa, where Cesare was really motivated to attack not only for the Apple but because of the fact he had sex with an assassin.
Or end it where they part ways. I don't know, maybe when Ezio kills Cesare...or does he?
Put any kinks you want!!! Fleching, spanking, orgasm denial, rimming, etc. HAVE AT IT!!!
Re: CESARE/EZIO SPOILER? (for people who haven't played Brotherhood yet)
(Anonymous) 2011-01-31 08:07 pm (UTC)(link)Re: CESARE/EZIO SPOILER? (for people who haven't played Brotherhood yet)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-01 03:38 am (UTC)(link)Writefag present for duty, OP, ready to please
Re: CESARE/EZIO SPOILER? (for people who haven't played Brotherhood yet)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-01 09:44 pm (UTC)(link)Strangers [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-07 02:08 am (UTC)(link)The first thing Cesare noted about Florence was how, despite the news of the chaos that had rampaged a few months prior, the city was flourishing. Somehow he felt disappointed. With the Medici no longer in power and Savanarola eliminated, he had considered conquering the city for himself an easy task. But the populace was independent and proud of it, ruining any of his notions for rule. Meeting Machiavelli became his only order of business within Florence and that left him with a lot of time to spare.
Said time was mostly spent wandering and exploring aimlessly, feeling quite bored with each passing day. He was beginning to wish that Machiavelli would finally declare their business as concluded while strolling along a large long road near the Basilica di Santa Maria del Fiore. In his boredom he made a game out of trying to peek at the Basilica as often as possible between the other buildings around him. Just as he rounded another corner, he found something that spiked his curiosity.
It was an old abandoned Palazzo, overgrown with vines that had eaten themselves into the grand façade. Frowning, he wondered why someone would leave such a beautiful building inhabited and left to rot, especially at a good location like this.
Curious, Cesare strode closer, trailing his hand over the rusty bars that had once been an ornamented entrance and decorating. Stepping into the shadowy courtyard, he gazed up at the darkened windows, some broken by some means or other and even more vines. There were several overgrown stone benches by the walls and a door in front of him, standing slightly ajar. Through the gap he could recognize the broken silhouettes of toppled furniture.
It struck him odd to find the building untouched by human hands. One would think that young boys would instantly use the Palazzo for their adventures. Instead, the home looked frozen in time, a distant memory of perhaps a tragic fate of who had once occupied the walls.
The door groaned ominously as he pushed it aside to enter a tall hall, cautiously stepping over various broken trinkets strewn across the floor. A dark stain on the floor confirmed his suspicions. The home had been abandoned after a violent encounter. Perhaps sometime during the Pazzi conspiracy? It had been violent in Florence around that time and with the Palazzo so close to where the Medici had resided suggested an ally of the former lords of the city.
A sudden whirl of dust made him tense and look around in apprehension. Could it be that he wasn’t alone? Warily, he eyed a dark hallway to his right, his hand sliding over his sheathed sword’s pommel. The feel of metal and leather against his palm calmed him slightly. Seconds ticked by and nothing happened, save for the dull sounds from outside trying to force their way into the building. Chuckling, he shook his head at his own paranoia.
His hand slid from the pommel and then he found himself suddenly hurled to the floor, all air escaping his lungs as his back slammed onto the hard marble. The feel of cold steel kissed his throat and Cesare froze in place.
The first thing he noticed were the wild eyes of the man leaning threateningly over him. They were cold and dangerous, the eyes of a killer. There were subtle signs of age crinkling at the corners of his assailants eyes and around the frowning mouth that was adorned with a faint white scar parting the beard around his lips. The blade at his throat was a dagger, digging into his skin with precisely enough pressure to threaten, but not to harm - yet.
“What do you want in here, boy?” The man snarled, his voice gruff. The sharp pressure against his throat increased by a fraction.
“I was exploring,” Cesare replied tersely, baring his teeth at his attacker.
Suddenly the blade stung against his skin and the man stood. There was no blood on his dagger, but Cesare could feel the faint burn of a small cut on his neck. Wiping his hand off on his pant, he gingerly touched the area and checked his fingertips; just a nick.
The dagger hissed as it was placed back in its sheath. “You aren’t from here. If you were, you would not have set foot into this building. Take my advice: Leave. This place brings nothing but pain.”
Re: Strangers [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-07 12:02 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Strangers [1/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-07 06:59 pm (UTC)(link)Oh please please please continue! /puppyeyes
Strangers [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-09 01:30 am (UTC)(link)Those eyes grew dangerous again and he met the cold gaze with equal power. The man spoke once more, voice low, “So foolish. I refuse to kill an innocent man, but I am not opposed to breaking your bones if you do not leave this house immediately.”
“What would you know? Your ghost stories can’t scare me, old man. You hardly look as if you had the finances to feed yourself, lest own or live near a grand building such as this,” Cesare mocked. Still, he felt his sword with his fingers, anticipating a possible attack of the other man, who truly looked like a homeless man seeking shelter in the empty Palazzo. He was only dressed in well-worn breeches and a simple shirt - even the workers in Florence were better dressed.
Despite his weariness, Cesare was not prepared for the swift kick to his abdomen that made him double over from the force. Before he could recover, a rough hand jerked at his hair and the blade was there again, this time the tip tracing his Adam’s apple.
“I know, because this was my home, all those years ago. You should learn to heed your tongue, lest someone will cut it off and feed it to you,” the older man growled, his grip on Cesare’s hair tightening. “I still am in every right to throw you out.”
The young man hissed in displeasure at the pain of his scalp and spit onto the floor in front of the other man. “I’d love to see you try, bastardo.”
Despite the sharp pain of his hair getting tugged at, Cesare clenched his teeth and suddenly slammed himself into the other man, toppling both of them. The dagger grazed his neck, just a bit above the previous scratch and he found himself marvelling at the incredible self-control the older man displayed. Just as he had said, he did not wish to kill Cesare and made sure that it didn’t happen by accident.
The world spun around him as they tussled on the floor, whirling up ancient layers of dust that forced its way into Cesare’s lungs and made it difficult for him to breathe. As he coughed in a desperate attempt to ease his breathing once more, he was twisted onto his back, the grim face looming above him once more. He hissed in anger. The other man had the gall to actually look amused. “Such reckless and brash behaviour for the noble man you dress yourself as. You remind me of myself, when I was younger. What is your name?”
Cesare found himself in a dilemma. His pride would not permit him to disclose his name to the other, but he was genuinely curious as to who this man was and what his story was; what the story of the old Palazzo was. If he wanted to have the answers, he would have to offer some himself, but nobody had said he would have to be truthful about it. “Caelius. Now I demand to know yours.”
“A false name for another, Caelius,” the other man smirked and Cesare had to hide his surprise at how easily his lie had been uncovered. His captor dipped his head, bringing his scarred lips up next to Cesare’s ear, “You may call me Aquila.”
The heat of his breath burned Cesare’s skin and he suppressed an involuntary shudder. But Aquila proved himself to be capable of reading the subtlest of hints even out of the corner of his eye, guessing from the bitter grin twisting his mouth that Cesare barely managed to see. “Do I scare you, pampered brat?”
Anger welled up in Cesare. What would Aquila know? He had fought his way to where he was now. With his damnable brother Giovanni out of the way, he could finally, after years of longing and plotting behind his cursed father’s back, almost grasp what he had always desired. He would only have to resign his cardinalate and he would. No-one could stop him, least of all a dispossessed bitter old noble.
Violently, Cesare twisted his hands into the soiled shirt of the man above him and held him in place. With a hiss, he breathed his challenge hotly into Aquila’s ear, “You wish.”
~*~~*~
WriteFag honestly wonders if more than one person can guess who she is. Just out of curiosity.
Re: Strangers [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-09 03:12 am (UTC)(link)Re: Strangers [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-09 03:05 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Strangers [2/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-09 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)I don't visit kink meme often, and my guessing ability is horrible
soooo... sorry, this anon has no clue who you may be T_T
OP
(Anonymous) 2011-02-12 11:51 pm (UTC)(link)Strangers [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-03-02 07:09 pm (UTC)(link)“You should learn to respect those stronger than you, even if they appear beneath yourself, Caelius. If your upbringing has failed you so far, then I will teach you that lesson,” Aquila growled, his harsh breath cold on Cesare’s wet skin.
Bucking and trashing, Cesare tried to get the other man off himself. No-one held power over him, no-one made him submit – he dominated. But Aquila proved that he was not only fast, but strong as well, managing to keep Cesare pinned to the floor by both of his wrists. Gnashing his teeth, Cesare tried to figure out how to turn the tables again. The other was sitting on his stomach, giving him some leeway with his legs. With a powerful push of his feet, he swung them around Aquila’s body, taking the other by surprise and tearing him off Cesare.
With a triumphant smirk Cesare leaned over Aquila. “And you should learn your place. Beneath me.”
Strangely, he found his expression mirrored by the other. “I’d love to see you try, boy.”
Rage bubbled up in him again and he smashed their lips together, capturing Aquila’s bottom-lip between his teeth and tugging painfully at it. And the other man had the audacity to grin, Cesare could feel the upward tilt of his lips and it increased the burning anger the younger man felt constricting his chest. His bites grew more violent, harsher, until he felt and tasted blood caressing his tongue. Still, Aquila did not seem impressed and licked his lips, his tongue tracing Cesare’s frown, smearing more blood. Cesare’s tongue met the other in kind, battling with him for dominance.
Aquila broke away first and Cesare hoped he had robbed him of his breath, but instead he was met with mocking laughter. The man below him smirked. “Are you quite done with your helpless attempts?”
“I’m going to make you beg!” Cesare bellowed, dragging his hands beneath Aquila’s shirt and raking his nails over the muscles he found. “Tell me what happened here,” he demanded.
A calloused hand stroked roughly over his crotch, making him involuntarily buck against the pleasurable pressure. The man beneath him looked haughty. “So demanding. We’ll see who is going to beg, little Caelius.” Aquila didn’t bother with answering his demands and it vexed him even further.
Before Cesare could deliver a sharp retort, the hand found its way inside his breeches, circling around him and the thumb flicking at his tip. Biting back a groan, he slid off the other and stood, pulling Aquila into a kneeling position by his hair. With a bruising grip he forced that mocking mouth open and slid inside, keeping Aquila’s head in place while he jerked his hips. “This is where you belong - serving me.”
His triumph only lasted until that damnable scarred mouth began to smirk around his flesh and began to hum, his head falling back as the vibrations pierced through him, his knees growing weak. Aquila’s hands dug themselves into the flesh of his thighs in a vice-like grip keeping him upright and he felt other man’s hot tongue languidly trail up his heated member. Cesare shivered when Aquila spoke, his breath icy on his wet erection, “You might be surprised, Caelius, that the world is not quite as black and white,” at that, he felt Aquila suckling at his testicles, nearly driving him to his knees if it weren’t for the relentless grip on his thighs, “Those who rule can very well be ruled by someone serving them. Not all dominant men are located visibly at the top.”
Cesare bucked helplessly, but he was held in place and he sneered, trying to cover the trembling of his legs. “In the end... servants are still on their knees in front of their masters.”
Teeth roughly dragged across him and he hissed, glaring at the man in front of him, who merely looked back with cold amusement, entirely unimpressed. “A master should watch his words when he shoves his pene down a servant’s throat. You’ll never know,” Aquila nibbled at his balls, tugging the flesh that it just barely stung, “when you might have something bitten off.”
Re: Strangers [3/?]
(Anonymous) 2011-03-03 10:54 am (UTC)(link)Eagerly awaiting more!