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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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Versions of Violence (2/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 05:31 am (UTC)(link)-------------
He heard a gasp from the bed and his head snapped towards the sound. The Borgia guard that had been on top of Leonardo had backed off, kneeling between his legs. The artist’s wrists and ankles were bound to the bed frame and he was shaking, pulling against his restraints.
A low chuckle came from one of the guards (which one? Ezio thought. How many of them are there? How have I lost count so easily?) and the man between Leonardo’s legs looked back at his fellow guardsmen.
“Certainly didn’t take long for this one to feel the effects,” he said.
Effects? What?
Ezio studied Leonardo half-heartedly, slightly distracted with the dull throbbing in his head. His eyes were clenched shut and he was biting down hard on his lower lip, his face flushed a furious shade of red.
“Th-the room is so hot! What have you given me?” Leonardo hissed, arching his back up. A crack resounded in the room as the man’s hand flew across Leonardo’s face. Ezio tensed.
“Did anyone give you permission to speak, pompinaio*?”
Leonardo let out a sob and struggled against the ropes, pushing his hips up. That was when Ezio saw it: the outline of the artist’s cock against his thigh. His breath hitched in his throat.
“Ohoh,” chuckled one of the guards beside Ezio. “Looks like he wants it.”
The assassin could do nothing but gape openly as the other man on the bed pressed a single hand to one of Leonardo’s thighs and rubbed. Leonardo moaned, hips bucking. Why was he reacting like this?
Ezio felt a hot breath spill down his neck and he shuddered as two strong hands pressed onto his shoulders.
“Are you enjoying seeing your little friend so eager, assassino?”
His head spun as the guard spoke against the shell of his ear, the stranger’s lips hot and Ezio swore he felt the ghosting of a tongue run down his neck. It was then that he understood Leonardo’s reactions.
Whimpering caught his attention and he struggled to keep his vision steady as he looked back at the painter lying on the bed. The strange guard was making short work of his vest, cutting each tie with a sharp knife. It took merely seconds for Leonardo to be half naked, his pants the only thing covering him. The knife in the guard’s hands traveled from Leonardo’s abdomen down to the laces on his breeches and the artist watched in fascinated terror. The laces were promptly cut and his pants were all but ripped off.
Ezio’s hips twitched forwards of their own accord at the sight of Leonardo’s naked form.
It’s the drugs, he attempted to remind himself through the haze of arousal.
Versions of Violence (3/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 06:04 am (UTC)(link)“Ezio,” Leonardo moaned, locking desperate eyes with the assassin. “P-Please.”
The guard behind Ezio laughed heartily.
“The assassino cannot help you, artist,” he exclaimed, threading his fingers through Ezio’s hair and pulling his head back roughly to look at him. “Can you, worthless little assassin?”
He felt anger fuse with the arousal burning in his veins and spat at the guard, tugging at the bindings again. The fingers in his hair disappeared and instead they flew across his face in a hardened slap.
“You should learn how to treat your superiors,” he exclaimed.
“Fuck you,” Ezio hissed. The other guards in the room laughed at his retort, which fueled his anger further. He heard Leonardo panting underneath the ministrations of the guard teasing him. Ezio screwed his eyes shut, refusing to look. He had to help Leonardo. He had to kill the damned guards.
“Look at him,” a voice commanded. Ezio ignored it.
“Look at him,” the voice repeated and Ezio felt something sharp and cold against his neck. He couldn’t be killed. He had to end this. Unwillingly, he opened his eyes and looked to Leonardo. The guard held a small metal ring in his fingers, looking down at the flushed, over-aroused man beneath him.
“This should do the trick.”
With that, the guard pushed the ring over the head of Leonardo’s erection and down to the base. It was small - far too small and Ezio could see how tight it really was on the artist. It made his cock twitch against his thigh and he damned himself for letting the drug affect him.
Leonardo moaned and writhed on the bed, covered in a thin sheen of sweat, jerking his hips uselessly into the air as the guard sat back and watched. Ezio couldn’t breathe even though his jaw hung open. The sight of Leonardo was so ridiculously arousing and he was ashamed.
He was snapped back into reality when he felt two fingers wriggling in his mouth and before he had the chance to bite down, they forced themselves into his throat. He gagged for a moment before the fingers disappeared. Ezio blinked furiously through the beading wetness at the corners of his eyes as he watched another guard approach the bed. His fingers were slicked with the assassin’s saliva. The first guard that had been on the bed changed positions, scooting to Leonardo’s side as the other man took his place between the artist’s thighs.
“Cut them,” he said shortly to the other guard.
Ezio panicked when the ropes binding Leonardo’s ankles were cut. His thighs were pushed up and spread quickly and the guards laughed lasciviously.
Versions of Violence (4/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-14 09:23 am (UTC)(link)This couldn’t be happening.
One of the guards on the bed grabbed the pillow from underneath Leonardo’s head and lifted his hips. From the contact, the artist whined and Ezio saw his neglected cock twitch.
“Oh, you are going to enjoy this, aren’t you?” The other guard inquired, still holding Leonardo’s legs open. He looked over to Ezio, who was about to burst into screams of frustration. He watched the guard’s fingers (slicked with my own spit, cazzo, the assassin thought angrily) make their way to Leonardo’s entrance and as soon as they touched him, Leonardo whined.
“Stop moving, you fool.”
The artist couldn’t stop, his hips thrusting towards the guard’s fingers.
“I said, stop,” the guard told Leonardo sternly before pushing a digit into him. The restrained man let out a long, guttural moan, his back arching clear off the bed.
“A-Ah, dio mio! I - I c-c-can’t--” Leonardo stammered. He continued to push towards the guard’s fingers, panting.
Ezio’s skin was on fire. His head pounded and he needed to stop the guards. Fast.
“Look, he wants more.”
Another finger and Leonardo’s words dissolved into a mess of half-pronounced pleas and gasps.
How to break the ropes…?
The artist choked out a sob and then moaned shamelessly. Ezio ground his teeth, desperately trying to work his wrists out of their bindings. Leonardo tossed his head to the side, struggling to breath properly and their eyes locked. The blond’s face contorted in pleasure.
“E-Ezio!”
The broken cry set the assassin off as he saw a third finger pushed into Leonardo.
He didn’t know how it happened, but the next thing he knew, he was flying out of the chair and killing three guards in a matter of seconds. The first man didn’t see it coming; his hand had been going at himself while watching Leonardo be fingered. However, the other two guards had only a flash of recognition before they were thrown off the bed and stabbed.
Re: Versions of Violence (4/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-15 02:26 am (UTC)(link)Re: Versions of Violence (4/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-15 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Versions of Violence (4/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-16 05:02 am (UTC)(link)Versions of Violence (5/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-21 11:23 am (UTC)(link)“Ezio.”
He pulled harder.
“Ezio!”
“What?!” He exclaimed angrily, looking at the artist for a moment. Leonardo stared at him desperately, his eyes pleading as he squirmed on the bed.
“Please! I-I need - nngh, Ezio!”
Ezio hadn’t realized he’d climbed on top of Leonardo until that moment and he tensed.
“I’m - I’m trying, Leonardo!” He said awkwardly, attempting to reposition himself without causing the inventor too much discomfort, lifting his hips from Leonardo’s and kneeling between his thighs.
“No!” He gasped and pulled his legs up, wrapping them around Ezio’s waist and yanking him down.
“Wha - Leonardo,” Ezio stammered, throwing his arms in front of him in order to hold himself up. Being so close would get him in trouble - he knew that. He huffed impatiently and inhaled Leonardo’s scent: sweat, paint and he could have sworn he could smell the man’s arousal.
Leonardo’s legs shifted, one pressing up against Ezio’s backside and the other pulled up, against his waist. His breath caught in his throat when the artist rolled his hips up against him and moaned unabashedly.
“Merda,” Leonardo breathed, forcing his hips up again. “Y-you feel so good.”
Ezio’s brain started to swim again, his skin flushing. The room was entirely too hot again. He grumbled something half-heartedly and tried to pull away from Leonardo, who only wrapped his legs tighter around the assassin, whispering obscenities under his breath as he rolled his hips up again and again. Ezio’s head dropped into the crease of Leonardo’s neck as he struggled to control his breathing, panting softly.
“L-Leonardo - ah, cazzo,” he managed. “C-Careful.”
The artist completely ignored him. Ezio’s resistance almost gave way when Leonardo kissed him, full on the mouth. The assassin’s vision blurred and he could hear the blood rushing through his veins. He kissed Leonardo back furiously, tongues and teeth and spit. Beneath him, the inventor ground his hips against the younger man.
Versions of Violence (6/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-21 11:34 am (UTC)(link)“Leo-”
He was interrupted with a hot kiss, Leonardo craning his neck up.
“-nardo, we-”
Another kiss.
“-can’t do this.”
A roll of the hips.
“N-not here,” Ezio managed.
“P-please. Please. Need… n-need it. Need you. So badly. Mio Dio,” Leonardo all but sobbed, pushing his hips up mindlessly against the assassin, “fuck me, Ezio, please.”
It took all of his strength to push his hands down against Leonardo’s hips to stop him.
“No,” he said firmly. Leonardo’s squirming slowly ceased and after a moment Ezio heard the man regain a normal breathing pattern.
“Ezio,” he breathed quietly, eyes pleading.
“Not here, Leonardo,” the assassin said before clambering off of the bed. He searched each of the guards for the cuff keys and when he found them, he turned back to Leonardo and undid the cuffs. Anxiously, the artist pulled his hands out and reached down to his cock, pulling at the ring. Ezio swiftly looked away. It would be impossible to watch Leonardo calmly. He grabbed at what was left of the other man’s clothes and turned to Leonardo again when he heard a satisfied sigh. The artist held the ring in his fingers.
“Here are what could be salvaged of your clothes. Put them on quickly. We need to leave.”
Ezio tossed them to his friend, who looked up at him. The assassin turned away. “Hurry up.”
There was a heavy silence before Ezio heard the rustle of clothing. He let Leonardo dress without his eyes wandering and when the artist cleared his throat, he turned back to him.
“Are you ready?”
“Si, as I'll ever be.”
Leonardo’s voice still held a husky undertone that made Ezio swallow hard.
“Let us go.”
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There's a few more parts left, maybe 3 at the most, but I'm having trouble plot wise. So. It might... be... a while. D: BUT I PROMISE I WON'T ABANDON THIS.
Re: Versions of Violence (6/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-21 11:37 am (UTC)(link)anon is sorry D:
Versions of Violence (7/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-22 09:45 am (UTC)(link)“Are we almost there?” He asked sharply.
“Just about,” Leonardo replied, glancing over at him. Their eyes met briefly and the assassin’s vision swam again. He stopped abruptly, taking a step towards a wall. “Are you alright?” He felt a hand on his shoulder and he swore it could have burnt a hole through his clothes. He hissed and pulled away, looking at the artist almost angrily.
“You cannot touch me, Leonardo,” he explained. His gaze was predatory and Leonardo’s expression changed from a curious one to that of a lascivious boy in a whorehouse.
“We need to hurry.” The artist’s voice was hushed, but coarse and needy. “I fear this will only get worse.”
Their strides became longer and faster. Ezio focused on his feet against the ground beneath him as they walked, trying to rush to somewhere safe - somewhere where they could just --
“We’re here.”
He looked up. It was a quaint, small building made of bricks and he tried to direct all of his attention to the way the rooftops cast shadows over the doorway. Leonardo grabbed Ezio’s wrist and pulled him inside quickly, shutting the door behind him with a slam. The assassin let out a slow breath, tugging his arm away from his friend and glancing at him. Leonardo’s cheeks were flushed the palest shade of red and his mouth was open just slightly, lips parted in such an inviting way that Ezio had to grip the handle of the door tightly in order to control himself.
“Leonardo,” he began, his voice unsteady.
“Yes?”
The artist’s voice was nothing short of a purr and it sent blood surging straight to Ezio’s groin.
“Cazzo,” he spat, grinding his teeth and fighting with himself as he watched Leonardo walk away, his eyes trained on the gentle curve of his backside. “How are you so well controlled all of a sudden?”
“I am not,” Leonardo replied quietly.
“You were a wreck earlier,” Ezio exclaimed, “when I was…” He trailed off, fighting the ghost-like images of Leonardo writhing and moaning in his head. He swallowed and continued, “…trying to help you.”
The artist said nothing and busied himself with making stacks of paper on his desk. Ezio looked closely at him. He was still flushed.
“What do we do now?” Leonardo inquired.
There was a moment of terse silence.
“We wait,” Ezio exclaimed.
Ten minutes passed.
Then another twenty.
The buzzing in Ezio’s veins didn’t subside, but only worsened. His clothes were too constricting, Leonardo’s workshop was too warm and just by being in the same room, Leonardo himself was too tempting.
He heard a sigh from the artist and the noise made his fingers twitch.
“Leonardo, there has to be something to stop this,” he stammered suddenly. “This is ridiculous. I can’t - I can’t think. What is this drug? Do you know?”
The artist did not respond.
Ezio leaned back against the door, pressing his head into his hands.
“Why is this making me so insane?”
He heard a low, almost imperceptible noise and looked up.
“Leonardo?”
The artist looked frustrated.
“Perhaps we should sleep,” he said tiredly. “Waiting will clearly do us no good.”
Re: Versions of Violence (7/?)
(Anonymous) 2011-02-22 01:33 pm (UTC)(link)Can't wait for more!
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(Anonymous) 2011-03-18 05:21 pm (UTC)(link)SERIOUSLY. BLUE BALLS, writeranon, I HAS THEM. (Figuratively)
I do you hope you will return to continue this because it's absolutely delicious.