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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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Part 1
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Part 4
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Cameras Are Made to Hold Memories 2/3
(Anonymous) 2011-02-03 05:46 am (UTC)(link)“Fucking look at you Malik. So fucking hot.”
Malik chuckled, “Hmm, but you might want to hurry up Altair. The SD card can only hold so much memory.” Altair saw himself nod and grab his dick. Malik struck him on his shoulder.
“Lube you idiot! Lube! You have to prepare me. No matter how drunk I am, there is no way you’re taking me dry.”
He growled, “I don’t have any fucking lube.”
“Improvise.” He had pouted at first, but soon he saw a slow wicked grin creep across his face. “Altair, what are you doing?” Altair watched as his head disappeared between Malik’s thighs. Then all of a sudden Malik lurched up with a gasp.
“Altair!” Malik panted and squirmed. He fell back to the bed with a moan, his eyes squeezed shut, “Altair.” He could come up with a pretty good guess as to what he is doing right now. Altair swallowed. He couldn’t believe that he would…put his mouth…There was no words to describe how fucked up this was.
He watched as Malik began to roll his, fucking himself onto Altair’s tongue. He saw a side of Malik he never imagined seeing. Malik sound like he was coming undone, mumbling nonsense and stilted Arabic. He moaned even louder when Altair moved his hand in the space between his legs, his arm slowly moving back and forth. He started building up a rhythm until Malik started yanking on his hair.
“Come up Altair. Come up. I’m not going to last long.” Altair hummed and moved away. He spat on his hands a couple of times and smeared that and precome over his cock. He watched as he turned Malik onto his side until he was facing the camera. One leg was hooked over his shoulder while the other one was straddled by him. He watched as he lined himself up to Malik’s entrance and slowly pushed inside. Malik groaned and the muscles in his stomach jumped. Once Altair was balls deep inside of Malik, he paused for a moment, trailing kisses along Malik’s calf. “God, Malik, you’re so fucking tight. So fucking hot around me.”
Malik moaned and rocked back into Altair, “Move.” Altair moved slowly at first with short and shallow thrust. Then he started to pick up the pace. The slick sounds of skin on skin filling the room. “Oh my fucking- Malik you’re so…Oh God!” Malik just panted, his head lying on top of his arm while the other reached down to jerk at his dick. He rolled his hips into each one of Altair’s thrust and into his loose fist. He watched as he lifted Malik’s leg off of his shoulder and pushed it closer to his side, trying to find a different angle so he could go deeper. God Malik was flexible. The change in angle must have hit his sweet spot, because Malik jerked up and cried out. “There! Fucking Altair, right there!” Altair grunted and continued to pound into Malik. He could hear the darker man mumble obscenities and encouragement as he jerked himself to the rhythm of Altair’s thrust. “That’s it. Right there. Harder. Altair.”
Altair couldn’t believe it. Had they been that drunk last night that he would fuck his best friend? Obviously yes, since his fucking said friend right through the damn mattress. Surely Malik must have bruises because Altair knows just how hard he can push and by the snaps of his thrusts, he would devastate a woman. Then again Malik is no woman. He is a man. Altair fucked a man. He doesn’t know what to feel right now.
Malik’s moans begin to pick up in pitch as he continues to stab at his prostate. He was starting to tense up and the movements of his hip was getting out of sync, a sure sign that he’s getting closer.
“Altair, I can’t…I’m going to – Altair!”
Cameras Are Made to Hold Memories 3/3
(Anonymous) 2011-02-03 05:48 am (UTC)(link)“Altair! What the hell are you watching?” Altair jerked out of whatever trance he was in. The camera slipped from his fingers and fell onto his chest. He yelped in pain and snapped into a sitting position. He rubbed at his chest trying to soothe it as he stared wide eyed at a bewildered Malik.
Malik continued to stare at him as if he was actually waiting for an answer. Like he knew. He glared at Malik, “How the hell should I know! Maybe you could tell me!” Malik stormed into his room and yanked the camera from his lap and stared at the screen. The video must have ended because there wasn’t any sound coming from it. He watched as Malik fiddled with some buttons and his rooms was once again filled with the sounds of them fucking. He watched as Malik’s face go from shocked to perfectly blank.
He stopped the video and heavily sat down on the bed. Altair watched for any signs of a full on freak out, but he continued to stare at nothingness. What was going through his head right now? Is he thinking of the things Altair was? Is he going to hate him? Does he think Altair took advantage of him? Fuck if this was his fault! It takes two to tango! Malik looked at him with a confused look on his face, “What?”
“What “what”?” Altair asked, looking just as confused.
Malik shook his head, “Did you just say ‘it takes two to tango’?”
“Huh, I guess I said that out loud.” Malik just scoffed and flopped onto his back, staring unseeingly at the ceiling.
The silence was thick and tense. “So,” Malik began,” do you hate me now?”
“What? Why would I hate you?”
“What do you mean ‘why’? I took advantage of you, idiot!”
“What do you mean you took advantage of me? I thought I took advantage of you!”
“Wha- wait. Let’s stop with the repeating of what the other just said.”
“What do you mean let’s stop-“ Altair was cut off with a punch to his gut. Malik growled at him and he just laughed.
“I’m being serious Altair.” Malik murmured with all the seriousness in the world. Which was all the time. That’s why Altair has to be the joker in this relationship. Relationship. Wow. They had a Relationship. With a capital ‘R’.
“Malik, are we in a ‘Relationship’?” Malik fiddled with the hem of his t-shirt as he stared at some point over Altair’s shoulder.
“I do not know. Do you want to be? Because I mean…I-I wouldn’t mind.” Altair sighed and flopped down next to Malik.
“This is too weird. I mean, looking at the video, I didn’t know what to feel. I don’t think you could just fuck a guy, the first guy you’ve ever fuck, and not have some type of feeling in there, you know. Like something had to have appealed to me, yeah?”
Malik just shrugged, “I guess.”
“I mean,” Altair continued, looking at Malik, “seeing you come was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” Malik blushed hard. Altair smiled.
“I don’t even know if I kissed you that night,” he mumbled.
Malik swallowed, “Did you want to. I mean, do you want to?”
Altair nodded, “Yes, I think I’d like that.” They kissed and it was kind of awkward at first, trying to find the right angle so their noses wouldn’t bump into each other. But once they got the right angle, they were kissing like they’ve done this a million times. Altair wouldn’t be surprised if that were true.
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Derp! :P
Re: Cameras Are Made to Hold Memories 3/3
(Anonymous) 2011-02-03 05:55 am (UTC)(link)Anon you have my soul, like for reals.
I loved the explanation of all the stupid pictures Altair and Malik took while drunk. I can feel your disdain for duck faces in your words as well XD
I don't mean to ask but... can be hasing more please?
Re: Cameras Are Made to Hold Memories 3/3
(Anonymous) 2011-02-03 06:01 am (UTC)(link)Re: Cameras Are Made to Hold Memories 3/3
(Anonymous) 2011-02-03 06:01 am (UTC)(link)and ovaries, as well.
omg, anon, that was sexy as hell. *fans self* so much better than i could ever do! unf unf UNF EVERYWHERE
Re: Cameras Are Made to Hold Memories 3/3
(Anonymous) 2011-02-03 06:06 am (UTC)(link)I-I don't know if that notion disturbs or intrigues me more.
Re: Cameras Are Made to Hold Memories 3/3
(Anonymous) 2011-02-03 06:06 am (UTC)(link)OP anon is derping. Thank you dear derp!anon.
Writer!Anon: Cameras Are Made to Hold Memories 3/3
(Anonymous) 2011-02-03 06:12 am (UTC)(link)Herp durr hurr, Op. Herp durr hurrrrrrrrr.
Re: Cameras Are Made to Hold Memories 3/3
(Anonymous) 2011-02-03 06:32 am (UTC)(link)THIS!!!
It is now saved in my internet-death!file
Re: Cameras Are Made to Hold Memories 3/3
(Anonymous) 2011-02-03 06:42 am (UTC)(link)Re: Cameras Are Made to Hold Memories 3/3
(Anonymous) 2011-02-03 07:07 am (UTC)(link)"He did a body shot off of Maria?! Really?!"
Best line ever btw.
What I love more though is the sheer amount of freaking out done by the reader!anons here. I'm not this fills writer but I am a filler of other requests and seeing so much fucking enthusiasm for such an epic fill is awesome and warms the black thing in my chest I refer to as my heart.
Re: Cameras Are Made to Hold Memories 3/3
(Anonymous) 2011-02-03 07:16 am (UTC)(link)Re: Cameras Are Made to Hold Memories 3/3
(Anonymous) 2011-02-03 01:41 pm (UTC)(link)OH MY GOD
ASLANFLASKDKLADFMLDKADSJLSKFA
THIS IS
I LOVE IT
AAAAAAAAAAAAH
Re: Cameras Are Made to Hold Memories 3/3
(Anonymous) 2011-02-05 06:11 am (UTC)(link)I don't even know what the fuck to say right now...
This was awesome.