Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.2

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Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.2
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∆ Comment anonymously with a character/pairing and a kink/prompt.

∆ Comment is filled by another anonymous with fanfiction/art/or any other appropriate medium.

∆ One request per post, but fill the request as much as you want.

∆ The fill/request doesn't necessarily need to be smut.

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List of Kinks
(Livejorunal) Archive
#2 (Livejournal) Archive
(Delicious.com) Archive
(Dreamwidth) Archive <- Currently active
Part 1
Part 3
Part 4
Part 5
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Discussion

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Versions of Violence (7/?)

[(Anonymous)]

The pair walked quietly through the streets, the drug still coursing through their veins. Ezio found it harder and harder to concentrate on where they were going every time Leonardo’s arm brushed against his. They walked past a group of courtesans, who called out flirtatiously to Ezio, but the only thing he could concentrate on was the heat of the man’s skin next to him and the pounding in his head.

“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)]

I know what they should do.... X3!!

Can't wait for more!

Re: Versions of Violence (7/?)

[(Anonymous)]

not!OP is eagerly awaiting more. I love this fill far too much for my own good. Especially the descriptions when Ezio's having trouble controlling himself.

Re: Versions of Violence (7/?)

[heaven-angel-15.livejournal.com]

SO HOT! More please!? XD

Re: Versions of Violence (7/?)

[(Anonymous)]

"Waiting will clearly do us no good.”

SERIOUSLY. BLUE BALLS, writeranon, I HAS THEM. (Figuratively)

I do you hope you will return to continue this because it's absolutely delicious.