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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Discussion
DESMOND/TWIN SMEXYNESS
(Anonymous) 2011-02-10 06:00 am (UTC)(link)So yeah, Danny Wallace is sexy as fuck! (anon has major fetish for accents and funny guys) So i wanna see shaun having a twin brother (*coughdannyhastings*cough) who is much nicer and uber funny so Desmond hits on him.Cue pissed Shaun lol. Then for some reason Desmond sees them do something together and gets REALLY turned on they figure it out and jump him together >3
Re: Twins?… ok who took my idea.
(Anonymous) 2011-02-10 01:02 pm (UTC)(link)Anyway if the op isn’t one of my friends playing a trick on me, I have a fill for you.. heck maybe 3 (Don’t worry these aren’t the pg-13 ones I posted on Da, these are the graphic ones I’ve had to keep to myself..well mostly...)
Re: Twins?… ok who took my idea.
(Anonymous) 2011-02-10 09:55 pm (UTC)(link)Monday [1/6]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-13 01:06 am (UTC)(link)The red tip of a strawberry disappeared into the creamy chocolate, and came out covered in a thick layer of coco and sugar that covered about half of its surface. Shaun twisted the long metal fork a little to cut the thread of chocolate that ran from the tip of the barry to the mixture in the fondue pot.
Shaun's eyes flicked back up to make sure his twin's were still closed, and murmured to that other that he should open his mouth. Danny did so without hesitation, and Shaun carefully set the fruit on his brother's exposed tongue, waiting for the other's mouth to close around it before withdrawing the fork. Sitting back and closing his eyes as Danny did the same for him, this time selecting a banana from the plate of chopped fruit.
The whole “feeding each other” thing was a trick they had learned as kids that had always earned them plenty of attention and cries of “isn't that adorable” from family members and stranger's alike, and as an added bonus helped them undisputedly share the marshmallows when fondue was on the menu. A quite common argument when they were 11, and even though thare were no marshmallows around at present, recreating it still brought about that interesting feeling of nostalgia that was worth any funny looks they got for eating like love struck sweethearts on the streets of Paris.
As Shaun chewed on his piece of banana he spared a glance round the London hideout looking for Desmond, who strangely seemed to vanish whenever his twin came over for some “catching up”. Sighing it off and deciding to bring it up as the main subject of tonight's pillow talk, Shaun found a slice of apple and speared it with his fork.
Meanwhile, Desmond rebalanced himself in his rather uncomfortable hiding place in the closet, trying not to swear when a broom handle caught him in the back. He pushed it out of the way and rested his weight against the wall, pushing a box of spare animus parts out of the way with his foot.
Once he was relaxed again, Desmond cast his eyes towards the little crack in the door, through which he was observing the rather strange kind of brother-bonding that Shaun and Danny engaged in. Having to bite down on his lip a little every time Shaun or Danny expertly placed food in the others mouth. Trying to keep his mind on the pants tightening implications of it, instead of the inherent feeling of creepiness of watching it from a broom cupboard.
Although it wasn't like he had a lot of options at this point, it would be even stranger if he just sat there and stared at the two. Not that doing it in secret was any better, but at least they wouldn't ask what he was doing, or worse stop what they were doing.. .and sitting down and eating with them would spoil the synchronicity of it. So here he was, cramped in more ways than one, and watching through a slit like a pervert.
Of course, the reason that he was putting all this effort into spying on the twins, was purely out of some confused fantasy that had taken root ever since he had first bumped into Danny on a crowded London street, and consequently learned one of Shaun's best kept secrets. He was shocked at first but it hadn't taken long for it do give way to curiosity, specially with his recent discovery of just how much he liked the inside of Shaun's trousers.
Then it had all been downhill when he discovered that nice Brits can be just as sexy as the mean ones, and that he had an untapped lust for matching sets that was driving him mad with seemingly endless fantasies. Even now as he sat alone among the boxes and cleaning supplies his imagination was going wild.
Monday [2/6]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-13 01:09 am (UTC)(link)By the time Desmond's fantasy had gotten to the “Shaun lovingly bending his brother over the dining room table” stage, Shaun had already spent a good time catching up with his twin and had shooed him out the door with a special order of books he needed him to pick up after work the next day.
No sooner had the door closed behind his twin, Shaun's mood turned sour. He turned on his heal, walking strait to the cupboard where the oblivious Desmond was hiding and threw open the door in one quick movement. Stepping backward as Desmond fell clumsily to the floor, the clang of metal parts, broom handles, and clueless bartender falling to the hardwood rigging out in the otherwise empty flat.
“alright Desmond, you've got thirty seconds to explain what exactly you thought you were doing” Shaun snapped, placing his hands on his hips and looking down at Desmond in a way that resembled an angry housewife enough that had it been under any other conditions, Desmond would have had to stifle a laugh.
But as it was, the ex-bartender had thirty short seconds to think up a good excuse, sadly he spend all of them thinking about how amazing it would be if he could convince Shaun to let him take Danny to bed with them. So when his time inevitably ran out, he had no choice but to go with that plan.
Monday
It was just after four o'clock in grater London, and Danny Wallace was on his daily commute home from his small office at the BBC broadcasting house. Or rather, he would be after one quick stop off at a very particular high class art shop, located in a rather posh shopping distract.
The gray pavement was firm and reassuring under the soles of his black converse as he walked down the street. Trying to balance the combination of a scalding hot cup of tea in one hand and the script for the pilot episode of a proposed new chat show open in the left. Pinning the three rather thick history books that he had been tasked by a rather stressed Shaun to pick up from Waterstones on his way home from work under his left arm.
His brown eyes, hidden behind thick framed spectacles, ghosting over the script as he read, taking in the information he would need to share at his next meeting as to whether or not the show was worth becoming a proper series.
Thankfully, it wasn't that interesting, or else he might have missed the overhanging sign indicating the entrance to the remarkably unremarkable shop coming up on his left. He stopped for a moment to look to see if anyone was watching. Only after realizing that this would just make him look more suspicious. Reminding himself for the second time today that he really had to work on acting like an assassin, Danny entered the art shop. Using his hip to open the door since his hands were currently full.
He casually walked up to the raven haired receptionist who was lounging back in her chair. Her ears covered with a pair of white over the ear headphones, eyes not glancing up from the glowing screen of what looked like a laptop, but witch Danny knew from experience was actually a remote animus programming device.
“Hello Rebecca” he greeted, placing his tea down on her desk, and waving a hand in front of her face to hopefully pry her attention away from her coding. Sadly, she seemed to be a little too involved at the moment and her eyes didn't budge from the screen. Instead offering him a “hello Dan, the boys are upstairs”, and a left index finger pointed at the mentioned steps.
Monday [3/6]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-13 01:14 am (UTC)(link)But when he got to the top of the stairs, the author was surprised to find that the living space that his brother's team had been using since they arrived in London was rather deserted, and even after a rather awkward moment of standing around waiting for someone to appear, that still hadn't changed. Sighing deeply Danny toyed with the idea of just leaving the books on an end table and hoping Shaun would find them.
But as he walked over to the coffee table placed between a few comfortable looking armchairs, the possibility of his brother missing them and having to deal with the angry phone call occurred to him, bringing a frown to his lips. Carefully, Danny placed the books down along with his cup. Then with the intention to sit down in one of the chairs to wait, he turned round and walked straight into something soft and white.
A stunned second passed as Danny's brain tried to comprehend what had just happened. This was plenty of time for the white thing he had bumped into to wrap his arms around the Journalist's back, one hand resting on the back of his loose fitting jeans.
Then it dawned, he was being hugged by Desmond, aka Shaun's boyfriend. A quick glance up into his familiar brown eyes confirmed this, and Danny took some solace in the timely resolution of that concern. However, as to why exactly Shaun’s boyfriend was hugging him he was still rather clueless.
Then his eyes flicked to the history books he had been holding, and then it clicked. Desmond must have mixed them up again. Shaun must have gone out and then he had walked in with the books he was looking for.
Placing his palms on Desmond's front Danny pushed him away a little, trying not to think about how the assassins perfectly toned chest muscle's felt under his hands. “Err... Desmond mate, you've got the wrong twin” he explained, getting ready to step back when Desmond realized his error, and let him go.
The moment never came.
“Really? I don't think so” Desmond murmured just a little too close to Danny's ear, causing a chill to creep down the writer's spine. Danny opened his mouth before realizing he had nothing to say, and Desmond took advantage.
The kiss was firm and insistent, and without first checking if it was okay with his brain Danny's eyes closed, instinctually leaning in to the contact. In return, the hands around his back tightened and dew him forward directing the both of them over to one of the chairs.
When they finally parted lips and Danny was allowed to take stalk of his surroundings again, he found that he was sitting in Desmond’s lap, he ex-bartender’s thighs between his. Once again Danny tried to come up with something. Perhaps the assassins hadn't heard him before and still thought he was his brother? Somehow the idea didn't seem so palatable anymore.
A gentle tugging at the front of his jacket drew Danny's attention back to Desmond, who was busily undoing the buttons. Soon the jacket was lying across the coffee table, and Desmond had moved on to the graphic tee-shirt Danny normally worn underneath. One hand taking hold of his shirt and lifting it up, the other tracing over the writer's stomach.
Danny shivered as the feather light touches ghosted over his skin, trying not to lose his composure even when Desmond leaned down and kissed his flat stomach, then going lower and doing the same just above the hem of his jeans.
Monday [4/6]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-13 01:16 am (UTC)(link)With a smirk Desmond sat back up, and as Danny settled back into his lap something prodded his backside, another moment of confusion ended in the thought 'did I do that to him' as Danny recognized the other's arousal.
Danny looked back to Desmond who strangely was no longer looking back at him. Curiously, Danny looked over his shoulder and abruptly wished he hadn't. Because standing right behind them, one eyebrow raised, was then man who's boyfriend's lap Danny was currently sitting in.
He waited for the penny to drop, but it never did.
“See I told you I could do it” Desmond smiled as he rebalanced Danny's position, the fingers of his left hand stroking the journalist through his jeans. Resisting the urge to moan again, Danny switched his confused gaze from one to the other, clearly embarrassed by the situation but unwilling to pull away from Desmond's teasing fingertips.
“Indeed” Shaun observed, kneeling down until he was on eye level with his brother. Danny looked back at him, a little concerned by the fact that he couldn't quite tell what the other was thinking. “Ummm... I don't suppose anyone is going to explain what's going on to me?” he tried, unsure of who to look at and settled on the floor instead.
“Nothing really” Shaun explained, although he didn't meet his eyes when he said it, instead looking up to Desmond who nodded his head as if egging the other on. Shaun looked back at Danny, and for a second the writer could sense his hesitation, then Shaun was kissing him and Danny's mind finally decided it had had enough, and needed a nice long holiday. Packing up and leaving just as Shaun's tongue slid passed his lips.
Desmond's grip tightened on Danny's hips as he watched his lover making out with his twin brother, deciding right then that his imagination did the real sight no justice. Suppressing a smirk as they battled for dominance, tongues’ toying with each other’s behind the moving lips.
“Oh fuck that's hot” Desmond muttered when they finally parted. If he thought he was turned on before it was nothing compared to now. There was nothing more he wanted in the world right now than screwing both of his Brit's senseless.
“Bedroom. Now.” Desmond stated, shifting Danny in his arms and standing up, journalist and all. Shaun gave the other assassins a look and asked “You're going to carry him?” Desmond shrugged, his mind more concerned with getting them somewhere private than how he was doing it.
Monday [5/6]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-13 01:19 am (UTC)(link)He was lying splayed across the mattress, his head resting on Shaun's thigh. His legs open for Desmond who was sitting in-between. The sharp tingle of cold lube drawing a sharp shutter from the writer as two fingers entered him, courtesy of the master assassin.
On the other end, Shaun had begun toying with his brother's hair. Offhandedly observing the faces the other made as Desmond prepared him, mixes of pleasure and pain written all over the other's features. Moving on, He trapped one perfectly formed spike of auburn hair between his fingers, noticing the clear liquid that was holding them together.
“Why do you put so much gel in your hair?” Shaun asked disapprovingly, ignoring the bewildered look he received in return. The moment was lost however when Desmond unexpectedly switched to three fingers. The journalist arching his back and groaning loudly his eyes snapping shut.
“You okay Danny” Desmond asked, working his fingers a little slower to hopefully ease the pain. “Yha fine... absolutely perfect” Danny panted, his eyes still determinedly closed. “You’re really tight” Desmond observed, intrigued by how tightly Danny clenched around his fingers. Then looking up to Shaun he asked “are you sure this isn't his first time?”
“Not absolutely...” Shaun admitted, “but he would be taking this rather well for a backdoor virgin” he suggested. “I'm ri- right here you know” Danny grunted, from his place on the mattress. Shaun rolled his eyes and placed two fingers over his brother's lips. “Shut up Dan, you’re ruining your charm” he explained, looking back up to Desmond as if to ask if he was ready. Desmond indicated that he was, slipping his fingers from Danny and grabbing the lube bottle from the corner of the bed.
“If he's really that tight you should do him from behind, less likely to hurt something that way.” Shaun suggested, giving Danny a little nudge by way of asking him to roll over. Danny complied forcing his body to move till he was resting on his forearms his back facing Desmond.
Shaun sat back against the headrest, watching coolly as Desmond took hold of his twin's hips and posed himself behind the other, observing Danny’s the little shutters as Desmond's cock tip prodded his entrance. “Take a Deep breath...” Desmond murmured, waiting for the sharp inhaled from the other before pressing forward. Danny's pained moan was lost in the mattress as he was penetrated, his fingers fisting the sheets with the strain of trying to hold still.
When he finally bottomed out inside the journalist, Desmond took a deep breath of his own. Pausing a moment to give Danny some time to adjust, but also to appreciate Just how similar the two men were. After all this was a position he had seen Shaun in many times.
He ran a hand across Danny's back, smooth fair skin so delightfully familiar. The writer pushed himself back up and glanced back over his shoulder, giving an Impatient sounding murmur that was also delightfully familiar.
Desmond's eyes met Shaun's over the twin between them, maintaining eye contact even as he began to fuck Danny's ass. The journalist buried his face the mattress once more, lowering his hips a little and spreading his legs as far as comfort would allow.
Shaun crossed his arms over his chest, trying not to admit to himself that he was enjoying the display in front of him. He was just doing this to please Desmond after all, it wasn't like he enjoyed seeing his brother getting screwed, hearing those lewd moans in the voice that they shared.
Damn it...
Ignoring Desmond’s “I told you so” smirk, Shaun’s let a hands stray to his own cock which he had been ignoring as a part of his reluctance to get off to this.
Monday [6/6]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-13 01:21 am (UTC)(link)The tips of Danny spiked hair brushed Shaun's lower stomach as he took the other into his mouth. Shaun hissed reflexively as Danny deep throated him with a skill that removed any previous doubts about his sexual history.
Danny's eyes didn't waver from Shaun's as he drew back, wrapping his hand round the base as he re-started those slow mind-numbing licks, drawing a Sharp intake of breath from the historian. His pace slow and steady, just up until a particularly hard thrust from Desmond drew a wine from Danny, the vibrations of which went straight to Shaun's cock.
Danny's once slow pace elevated quickly, the strokes from his hands lubricated by his saliva, and his hot tongue occasionally joining in, keeping Shaun on the plateau of release but not allowing that one last push, at least until Danny took Shaun's cock back into his mouth and swallowed.
Danny pulled back from Shaun a moment later, a satisfied grin on his face. Still tasting the slightly bitter liquid that had pooled in his mouth. Desmond watched as Danny licked Shaun's cum off his lips and quickly made the decision that he wanted a little more from the journalist.
With a quick tug, Desmond flipped Danny on to his back, forcing one leg up over his shoulder, so he could get even deeper inside the journalist. The unrelenting pace he set leaving Danny unable to do anything but brace himself against the other male and feel the need for release that had been curling in his stomach climbing to impossible heights.
Then Desmond's hand closed around his cock and a few lazy strokes saw the end of Danny's control, soon Desmond's fingers came away covered in thin sticky cum.
“Ah shit” Desmond hissed as Danny tightened around him, striping him of his own control. The warm rush of Desmond's release making the author writhe in his hold, before finally collapsing into a spent heap on the soft bedspread.
After a few deep breathes Desmond regained his focus, pulling his hips back one last time, sliding free from Danny’s abused entrance.
Leaning over the exhausted writer as if to inspect his handiwork, Desmond reached out and drew his thumb across Danny's cheek. Removing the last few drops of Shaun's cum that had dropped from the corner of his mouth. Gazing back to the other Brit who was still leaning against the headrest his breath coming in heavy gulps.
“So Shaun, can we keep him?” Desmond asked playfully, fetching his duvet from the end of the bedstead. Shaun ignored him and rolled over onto his stomach finding in his usual place on Desmond's bed and resting on the pillows, willing sleep to get on with it.
Desmond for his part made a point of settling right between the two brothers, sneaking one arm around both sets of near identical hips. Danny relaxed into the bartenders hold, resting his head on the other's shoulder.
A/N
I have a few more Danny/Shaun twin fics in the works, they don’t exactly fill this prompt but I can post them here when they’re done if the OP is okay with that.
Re: Monday [6/6]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-13 01:32 am (UTC)(link)In the meantime, I'll be in my bunk. UNF.
OP
(Anonymous) 2011-02-13 04:05 am (UTC)(link)Re: Monday [6/6]
(Anonymous) 2011-02-13 08:03 am (UTC)(link)This is absolutely fantastic and now a part of my head cannon
Please post the others?