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How did I miss this all!?!?! T^T Oh writer!anon I love you so much! Ugh! My heart is just bursting with love and rainbows and glitter right now... Oh how I love how you did this~...

Why do I find this hilarious and scary at the same time? Ezio on sugar high? Maybe....

I'm ganna speak for Ezio, "So does that mean we can't? *pouts*"
Can they, please? Please please please?

Also what an awesome thing to come home to; a hot half naked man who's about 8 different levels of awkward adorableness.

Cute! I'd love to see who "Romeo" would be!

WAAAANT!

So much want, my head'll explode. So, if someone comes to you with cleaning bills, you know why.

Just give me a moment to dig out the party hats and noise makers...

Yay! Absolute adoration coming from this very happy OP. And anon, keep writing like this and I'll give you frickin octuplets! (But then I'd be like octomom. Ew)

*throws party*

So, OP, I have this fic that I've been writing bits of on and off for a little while now and I think it might fit this sort of?

Basically it starts postgame in Prototype, there's no runner actively controling the ~~zombies~~ infected and the tides are turning in humanity's favor. Desmond and co. end up sneaking into Manhattan to get some info left there by another Assassin group (because Gentek and Abstergo are totally bros). Alex finds out they got through the quarantine and decides that he can use them to get out and get help for Dana or something? I haven't gotten very far with it yet...

Do you want?

He spread his claws out over the spore, wondering if he could do it. He could feel Greene’s DNA replicating and channeling into the spore, which was preferable, since each Blacklight virus infectee was a sentient being.

“Will I still go in the Animus?”

“For a while, yes,” Shaun replied. “We need that Apple.”

He exhaled slowly, the thrum of power and the need to infect coursing through his veins. He had wanted to spread it to New York, and he had had the chance before Heller tried to murder him. He licked his lips once, exhaling slowly again. Then, visions of the eighteenth day of the Infection came back to him, and he could feel that same smile come back, his lips expanding.

“No, they’re all dead. All dead.”

His grin grew as he stepped back from spore.

“Except me.”

On a silent command, the spore exploded, and he could hear the others’ panic as he inhaled, the smell of rotting flesh the sweetest thing he had ever smelled. The hunter roared, and the two walkers screeched, and he was trembling with manic glee. The power was draining from him as tendrils of the virus climbed over the walls of the Sanctuary and carpeted the floor with the spongy, fleshy mass. The walkers screeched again before he commanded them to patrol the borders. No one got in—no one got out. His arms curled inward as the virus continued to grow, and his hands dug into his palm as the hunter started pacing.

“Alex?”

He started laughing.

“Alex!”

He turned around, his eyes wide with excitement as he tried to keep the smile under control. He was trembling, his upper limbs paralyzed by his sides. He licked his lips as they stepped back. They looked horrified. He couldn’t control it now that the virus was taking over. It was power it wanted, and it was power it would get. He glanced at the ceiling to find the last of the vines of Infection close over the marble.

“Cor, it reeks.”

He could feel some of his power return as the hive took on its own mind, still drawing some power. He could feel the spores growing—he could feel the life teeming inside. He had better put in a catalyst for walkers. With a jerk, the hunter was off to bring him humans from a different town to serve as bodies for the virus. He licked his teeth.

“A-Alex?”

“Water towers,” he croaked, giving her an absolutely desperate look.

“What?”

“Where are the water towers.”

“Alex!” Dana shouted, walking over to him. He could feel the fear coming off her in waves, and he was almost excited, but it was his sister.

“P-please! This is enough for now!”

“Incubate the hunters,” he hissed, his fingers jerking and his wrists twisting on their own accord. “Water towers.”

“A-Alex,” Dana whimpered, looking around the Sanctuary as she gently touched his chest. “A-Alex, p-pleas-se stop?”

That was all it took. With a grunt, he grabbed his head, the desire to protect his sister stronger than the will of the virus, and he fell to his knees before his eyes rolled back. He was down for the count. He woke in the Animus, as Ezio, and kept going. By the time he found the Apple, he could feel the virus teeming around him, and Greene’s memories buzzing to create more of the Redlight virus that he could control. There was an Apple and a Staff lodged underground in the Vault. He would get that.
Ezio flinched at the light, and so did he.

“Greetings, prophet. It is good: you have come. Let us see it to give thanks.”

This chick looked like those people in the B-rated horror and sci-fi films Dana enjoyed watching. He waited as Ezio handed over the Apple.

“We must speak.”

He only lent half an ear to them as they spoke, and he could feel something growing on either side of him, absorbing his strength, waiting to hatch. Something about a solar flare, got it. When she mentioned the other temples, he realized such things could be easily found with the hunters—thousands of the Infected that he had bore. He could feel Greene’s DNA working within him. After a bit more, it eventually fizzed to the white screen, and he was pulling out, jerking awake in a spore of his own, the warmth of it surrounding him, molding and singing to him. With a snarl, he commanded it to burst, and the two bodies that had been on either side of him were roaring, and Dana screamed.

They were leader hunters, and when one went to swipe at Lucy, he roared in return, picking the hunter up and hurling it across the room, roaring again as he summoned his armor to make himself bigger. The other leader hunter roared, puffing up, and he pumped more of the biomass into the armor, making himself bigger as he roared in return. The leader hunter stepped back a pace, and he roared again, stepping forward as the second leader hunter appeared by the first’s side. He snarled, issuing his threat as they backed down. The biomass retreated from his body.

“Well, then, Rebecca, you can cross ‘watch a barbaric stand-off between monsters in real life’ from your bucket list,” Shaun quipped, and he turned to snarl at him, but Rebecca beat him to it.

“I’m not the only one. Dana wanted to see it, too. So, we go to the Coliseum?”

“We can get there before dawn.”

“But it needed a password—”

“Again,” Shaun said with extra sarcastic emphasis, “Conan here can rip through it. I doubt, if humans could destroy Those Who Came Before’s technology, that he’ll have a problem. Why does everyone seem to think we don’t have a mutant freak living with us?” Alex exhaled, gazing at Shaun, who met his gaze levelly. “And don’t you go complaining, because you know it’s true.”

“I hadn’t denied it yet.”

“What about the hive?” Dana asked, looking more than a little frightened by the leader hunters.

He paced over, and she pulled him into a tight hug. He returned it, combing his fingers through her hair.

“It can continue on its own. I can control it from afar, much like Greene did.”

“Are they coming with us?” she whispered, and he could feel her shrink down in his arms.

“Yes,” he murmured. “We’ll need the security.”

“Both?” she sounded downright horrified.

“No, just one and his pack.” She was trembling. “They won’t touch you. If they do, they will die. Simple as that, all right, Dana?”

“Fuck.” She buried her face in his chest, and his “heart” lurched.

“I promise,” he murmured into her hair. “They won’t touch you. They aren’t allowed.”

“Now, wait a second,” Shaun said, and Alex finally realized he was sitting in a chair made entirely out of the hive’s flesh. “I know what happened and all, but I don’t see why she’s still afraid.”

He quirked an eyebrow, and Lucy scowled. “Shaun!”

“No, listen,” he said, making gestures, and Alex watched a walker come clambering over to hand him a Diet Coke. “This is her time to get revenge. They listen to us. They follow our orders. She could make it do ridiculous things to make it not so freaky.”

“Or, maybe she’s just using it as an excuse to cuddle with her brother,” Rebecca said, kicking back in a different chair. “I know I would.”

He looked around the hive. “Where are the Infected?”

“In the sewer spores,” Lucy said, gesturing to one of the statues. “They haven’t hatched. It’s still the two walkers and hunter from before. You’ve kept a tight rein on them.”

He nodded, still holding his sister as he summoned the hunters and walkers that were growing. “Leave everything here. Let’s go. The second hunter pack will protect this place. The smaller one will come with us to the vault, and I will turn it into another hive.”

He left no more room to argument as he herded them into the truck after Shaun pulled it around. He shut Dana in the back and roared, summoning his armor and blade, surprised to find a second emerge from the armor, and he reveled in the chorus of roars behind him as they followed the truck through the moonlight. He felt whole once more as they approached the piece of history. He left no room for protest once they arrived, hoisting Dana on his back and attached her using the biomass as he jumped, searching for the entrance. He tuned out the others’ chatter as he searched, trying to find it.

“Maybe there’s something we’re missing,” Dana whispered. “Something Desmond’s ancestor had?”

“That Eagle Vision,” Alex murmured back, stopping and pulling up the memories. He closed his eyes and concentrated. “Eagle Vision.”

When he opened his eyes next, a smirk crawled over his eyes, the world now in black and blue.

“Uh, Alex?”

He turned to Shaun on the back of the Leader Hunter. It was waiting. They were all blue.

“Hold on.”

He ran ahead, and eventually found a deep hole in the ground, and a pile of hay at the bottom. He was tempted to perform a Leap of Faith, but with Dana on his back, he decided against it, leaping and sliding down the wall of stone to land almost gently on the ground below. Two small buttons were glowing gold, and he pressed them before pushing on the wall with the carving of Madonna and Jesus. He watched the hologram with little interest, knowing Dana was paying attention. He went through two more holograms, beginning to get irritated. Some time after all the jumping, climbing, and running, he finished with the last of the doors and smashed it. It left a large gap, and he stepped in to see a larger hole—going up. He charged his jump and flew through the air, running up the wall. He could hear Dana laughing as she wrapped her arms around his neck, and Rebecca’s cheers as they emerged inside a church. He noticed yet another climbing activity, and decided to fuck all of that as Shaun droned on and on about the church and someone named Juno or whatever.

Transforming his arm into a tentacle, he walked over to the lever and activated it, activating them all in turn before a small pillar appeared—on the other side of the room. He was going to kill whoever designed this fucking thing.

“Getting tired, Alex?” Dana teased gently, and he was relieved to hear her still remotely happy.

“A little. Fucking paranoid. It would be easier just to smash it all.”

He smiled slightly when she placed her chin on his shoulder, and he bumped hears with her. He jumped onto the platform, and placed Desmond’s hand on the pillar. The floor jerked, and before he knew it, they were being lowered into another room with lots of stairs. He jumped the room to find a door with the same symbol at the hive.

“Now we need the password,” Rebecca said, and Alex tensed.

“You’re fucking kidding me,” he growled.

“Nope,” Shaun said, “as a matter of fact, we have absolutely no idea what it could be.”

Alex was about ready to boil over as he stared at the wall, Shaun’s taunts only serving to make him angrier as his arms turned into the hammerfists.

“We were going to search Ezio’s memories, but you happened to shove us all out without much room for protest, so now here we are, without the faintest clue, and we’ll have to go back and search—”

He roared, smashing his fists into the door, the hunters following suit. He pounded it again, and again, until it was bent out of shape and full of dents. He summoned the blades and pounded them until the door gave way and his blades sunk through the door.

“When did you get that—”

“When I was hatching the hunters,” he growled, transforming them into the claws and grunting as he pulled the door apart.

He stepped through.

“See?” Shaun said. “I told you he’d have no problem with it.”

“Yes, Shaun, we know,” Lucy said, sounding slightly irritated.

He ran down the hallway to a large room with several pillars. He could see Ezio placing the Apple on the pedestal in the middle. That same damn woman started talking as he walked to the small platform to connect the entrance to the large island in the middle. With a just a thought, the hunters leapt, and Shaun yelped, and they were waiting on the middle island. He jumped, catching the ledge and pulling himself up, letting Dana down as he approached the Apple. He turned into Desmond, just in case, as he placed a hand on either side. He heard the hunters roar. The other humans were milling about, talking, something, and he felt himself grinning, that same evil grin from before. Without a second thought, he grabbed it and inhaled sharply at the influx of power. He could feel it trying to take over Desmond’s mind, and he laughed evilly as he the virus surrounded it. He could feel the power flow through him as he turned into himself again.

“You’re not Desmond!” he heard the “goddess” scream, and he laughed again, tensing up with the intensity of the Apple.

He felt the biomass spew from his body in tentacles, smashing into the walls, and Dana cursed loudly. Greene was stirring within him again, producing that vile Redlight strain. The Blacklight virus was screaming in protest. The hunters pounded the ground, and he could hear his other hive crawl out as the virus covered the walls, turning it into a sticky web of biomass. The Apple was feeding him power, and he was eating every morsel offered. He swallowed as the golden light vanished in a cocoon of biomass.

“Power,” he hissed, his hands glued to the Apple.

He felt Dana tug on in his sleeve, and he turned to her—she cursed, stumbling back, and he laughed again, feeling the biomass pour out of him. This was incredible. With a roar, he sent the hunters off to get him the second Apple and Staff, and with little wait, they returned with the Staff and the Apple in hand. He could feel the explosion of Infected from the other hive as he sent them to fetch the Shroud and Sword. He commanded them to scourge the land until it produced the other forty-seven pieces. They would be his, and he would do whatever it took to make this world safe for his sister. He watched with manic glee as the virus crawled up the walls and spores formed. Yellow DNA quickly started spewing forth, and he could feel bile rise in his throat. He vomited, spewing the vile Redlight virus from his body, and it quickly solidified, and he watched as a copy of the supreme hunter rose from the grave. It bowed before him, and he never felt more powerful.

Until a small voice broke through his empowered trance:

“Hush now, my baby, be still, love, don’t cry…”

He turned to see Dana hunched over, holding her head, trying to block out the images as the others huddled near.

“Sleep like you’re rocked by the stream…”

The song was paralyzing him as he listened, and he felt a flash of humanity again.

“Sleep and remember my lullaby. And I’ll be with you, when you dream…”

He took a step toward her. He heard the Supreme Hunter roar, and he commanded it to quiet as the others looked at him, frightened. He knelt in front of his sister, reaching out slowly. When he touched her shoulder, the Pieces of Eden tangled in the web of the virus, he flinched when she whimpered and recoiled.

“Drift through a river that flows through my arms…”

She sounded like she was crying.

“Drift as I’m singing to you. I see you smiling, so peaceful and calm, and holding you I’m smiling too…”

“Dana,” he murmured.

She whimpered and continued singing.

“Dana…”

He could feel the thrum of the virus in him as he tried to get her to look at him.

“Please, Dana…”

He pulled her into a gentle hug, and he realized how badly she was trembling.

“I won’t hurt you. I won’t: I promise. They won’t hurt you, or Lucy, or Rebecca, or Shaun. Trust me. Please.”

He held her close, hoping she would snap from it and return the hug. Eventually, she muttered, “G-Goddamnit, Alex. You know I’m afraid of those things.”

“I know,” he muttered. “I know. But I need them to keep working for me.”

“Fucking why?” she hissed, refusing to look up.

He sent the Supreme Hunter to go destroy the Templars at the border and find the army. With a roar, it left, and he held her as she slowly calmed down.

“So,” Shaun began nervously, “what’s our next move?”

“We avenge Desmond and kill Alan Rikkin.”

“Riiiiiiight, and how do you propose we do that?”

“I absorb Rikkin and his memories, then we track down the man who infected Desmond. While we do that, the hunters will start a series of hives throughout Europe and slowly expand throughout the Asian continent. They’ll move to Africa, then to Australia, until we have all fifty pieces. They’ll grow and evolve—I’ll grow and evolve. I’ll evolve into something that can swim and move back onto the Americas.” He snarled. “I won’t let it stop me from crossing the ocean, no matter if the water is Blacklight-phobic. The Redlight can swim, I think. This world will be overrun by Infected. And then, and as they hunt the Pieces of Eden down, they’ll murder any Templar that doesn’t have memories I need.”

“How do they know?” Lucy asked, looking around the room curiously.

She certainly seemed interested enough. Rebecca looked a little freaked out, but seemed more concerned with Dana’s discomfort.

“The memories mark them.”

“Alex,” Dana murmured, “Now that you have the Apple, perhaps you could bring Desmond back?”

He hummed, confused, as she curled in his arms.

“If you entered a spore with the Apple, do you think you could separate your DNA from Desmond’s, and bring him back as another… Blacklight virus? I know it would’ve been impossible before, but…”

He hugged her tightly. “I could try.”

“I know you loved him,” she muttered, and Rebecca grinned.

“I told you so,” she said, pointing at Shaun. “I tooooooold you.”

“But, it would have to be a Blacklight Virus. I know the hunters are the Redlight virus, but you’d have to make him the Blacklight.”

“Woah, woah… If Alex is a different strain of the virus, how is he creating—”

“He absorbed Greene. He makes the hunters look like the common cold.”

“The Redlight virus is easier to produce for me. And if I produced the Blacklight virus, I would have no control. Each Blacklight infectee is a different organism.”

“So you should bring back Desmond,” Rebecca said.

“No. I’m not sure he’d want to come back.”

“Oh, come on—”

“No,” Alex said firmly. “No. I won’t subject him to it. The memory of emotion is—”

“Bullshit,” Rebecca said, giving him a disapproving look. “Come on, bring him back. Do something for yourself. He kept those happy memories alive, didn’t he?”

“I won’t subject—”

“Do it,” Dana said. “I’m sure that he’ll forgive you.”

He looked from Dana to Rebecca, and from Rebecca to Lucy. They were all watching him closely.

“Besides,” he looked back at Rebecca, “I wanna watch two hot guys make out.”

“I’m not sure I’d enjoy it as much since he’s my brother, but it would be fun.”

She winked at Dana, and he could only assume Dana winked back. Alex let her go, since she seemed calm enough, and he rose to look at Lucy.

“You have teams in America, right?”

“Yes? Why?”

He bit his lip. “If I pull Desmond out, I need you to send a team to Vandenberg Air Force Base in California.”

“Why?”

“I need them to rescue to a subject by the name of Pariah.”

She nodded. “I can do that. I’ll send them word about the two Apples and the Staff. And the Hives.”

He nodded, and he looked at his hands. He didn’t really want to—he wasn’t sure Desmond would even appreciate it. He turned into Desmond, thinking back to all their memories. Sure, he “loved” him. He missed him, and yes, things would get lonely once Dana died, but he wasn’t sure he could subject Desmond to the same things he was going through.

“Come on, Alex,” Rebecca said. “Grow a pair for him.”

He frowned, and Dana grinned. Shaun folded his arms. “You may as well, and with all your monkey minions running around, the Templars will be distracted enough from us. You may as well.”

He frowned. “I don’t think he’d want this.”

“Doooooooooo iiiiiiiiiiiiiit,” Rebecca said. “You’ve been looking after us for a while now. Why not look after yourself? I mean, Desmond’ll have you, so there’s no point in not letting yourself have someone you can be friends with for all eternity.” He kept frowning when she murmured, “Since you, you know, won’t infect me.”

“It might be good for you,” Lucy began. “You’d have someone you can relate to, and someone who loves you—”

“He’ll just end up trying to murder me like Heller.”

“Move on, man. You’re too far in the past,” Rebecca said. “Come on. I wanna meet Desmond. And have him make me a few drinks.”

“Actually,” Shaun said, looking at her, “that’s not a bad idea. With the Templars distracted by the hairless gorillas, we could take a bit of a break and get completely smashed.”

“Shaun,” Lucy said disapprovingly.

He shrugged. “I’m all for it.”

Alex rubbed his face with a hand. He wanted Desmond back, sure, but he wasn’t sure he could do that to him.

“Look, lover boy, I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but take Rebecca’s suggestion. Grow a pair for him.”

Alex growled. “Can I think about—”

“Nope,” Rebecca said. “You’ve done enough thinking all ready. So sit down, be absorbed by a spore, and make Desmond for yourself. Or for me, ‘cause I wouldn’t mind tapping that.”

“Rebecca—”

“Damnit, Alex, I’m gonna make that boy come out of you—even if I have to fucking pull him out of you my-Goddamn-self!” Dana shouted.

Alex narrowed his eyes. “No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Enough!” Lucy shouted. “No, Desmond—I mean, Alex—I think you should bring Desmond back, but we’re going to let you decide whether you want to. Just, consider it, all right?”

Alex nodded and sat down. There wasn’t anything to do now.

“Where are we sleeping tonight?” Rebecca asked.

“Well,” Shaun said, sitting on a pile of the virus’ flesh. “I’m perfectly content right here, if you could just make a creeper or two to wait on us.”

Alex raised an eyebrow. “Creeper?”

“Those skinny… runny things.”

“A walker?”

“Ah, yes. A walker. You see: it’s warm in these hives here—much more than a sleeping bag. And if we could just get a blanket in here to cover ourselves, I would think this would be ideal.”

Alex blinked, then rolled his eyes and started walking out.

“Where are you going?” Lucy said.

“We need to go back, so you can get your computer and contact the others. I want Pariah.”

“And I want Desmond,” Rebecca said, placing her hands on her hips. “But you don’t see that happening.”

Alex rolled his eyes, and Lucy smiled. “I brought a laptop. We’re only allowed to use it in emergency purposes, or during travel, but I brought a laptop. Why don’t we settle down for the night here?”

He spent the remaining hours sending a walker running willy-nilly for the assassins to bring them food. By the time they had settled down, Alex found himself holding Dana as she slept, trying to keep her calm. Shaun slept on his other side, and Lucy beside him, and Rebecca next to Dana. As he slowly drifted off, feeling rather drained as his hunters built hives and drew their power from him—from Greene, since the Redlight virus was the one he could control—he dreamt of Desmond for the first time in a long time.

He replayed all of his memories through Desmond’s eyes, starting from a child to right until he fell asleep in Alex’s arms. The memories held a lot of emotion—fear, anger, joy. He felt them slipping through his fingers, and he didn’t want to let them go, but he was shedding them like a winter coat in the summer. He was locking them away, somewhere deep in his mind, so he couldn’t be in pain when he felt the joy Desmond felt at their talks in the bar, or his utter contentedness as he fell asleep on his last day. It hurt something awful, and he thought it better to keep them out of sight and out of mind.

He was warm as he slept. Shaun had been right: sleeping in a hive was wonderful. The flesh he was on was soft, and the life that pulsed in it kept him warm. He enjoyed the hive mentality—when he was the one in charge. He could feel the life teeming in his veins as he slept, and it grew more powerful with every hive that started. He could feel the energy as the others hunted for the other Pieces of Eden, and he could feel the web that connected all the hives empower him more. He could see the destruction that followed in their wake, and he twitched when the hunters and walkers invaded the Vatican and stole the sacred shroud of Jesus. He watched them bust through the border of Italy and take all of Europe by surprise. He could feel the number of hives spreading like a match thrown in a gasoline tank.

He was reluctant to wake, stirring groggily as cooler air swept over his body. He grunted as he uncurled, and he brought his hands up to his eyes. He had slept so well—not that he needed it, but it was still good. He could feel a new layer of power thrumming gently within him, deep in his flesh, and he stretched out. His joints screamed in relief, and it felt as if he had been sleeping for weeks—but, he did have hives breaching China now. He could feel the transfer of memories from the hunters to his skin, and he saw the terror of the Templar troops, the mad scramble of armies to try to destroy them—the hives producing too many too fast for them to assemble completely. All of these continents would be his.

He felt something stretch along beside him, and he cracked open an eye to see a head full of brown hair. He inhaled deeply, the scent a long forgotten one, and wrapped his arms around the body. It shifted, bending one arm to be its pillow.

“You’re finally awake.”

His eyes shot open at the familiar voice.

“What the hell is going on? I mean… I thought I was… I was…”

“Desmond?” he murmured.

The body in his arms curled up more. “Yeah. I’m…”

“I’m so sorry,” Alex said. “I never meant to bring you back.”

“W-what the hell is going on, man? I mean—I thought you took care of the virus!”

“I—” he paused, then wrapped his arms tighter around him. “I did. And then I brought you back using the Blacklight virus and your memories. I’m sorry.”

“So I’m a bunch of memories now?” the voice was quiet and slightly nervous.

He squeezed his eyes shut as he held the man. “I’m sorry, Desmond. I can undo it. I can.”

He felt the man shift to look at him, and he cringed at sight of golden eyes.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, Desmond.”

“So, all I am is a bunch of memories?”

“Yes. Just like me.”

“What the hell is going on?”

He gave him an upset look, then bowed his head. “I’m sorry, Desmond.”

He felt a hand on his jaw, gently coaxing him to look up, and when he did, he felt the hand slide to the back of his neck and pull him in for a kiss.

“It’s okay, Alex. I’m just… a little freaked out.”

Their lips pressed together gently, and Alex could feel Desmond’s hands curl at the base of his neck. His lips were warm and dry, and it reminded Alex exactly of the kiss in Central Park. It got progressively heavier, until they were biting and clawing, and he felt Desmond’s feet plant themselves in his stomach and throw him backwards. Alex caught himself with a glare, wiping the dripping matter from his lips as Desmond spat black biomatter on the ground, wiping his mouth.

“Fucker!” he shouted, and Alex jumped at him, blade summoned.

He roared when his blade hit Desmond’s claws. They were nothing like his: Desmond’s had broadened into paddles, long claws sticking out of “fingers.” He roared when his distraction let him get a sharp hit in, and he growled as he clutched his side. He blinked: Desmond’s eyes were clouded over—as if he were blind—and he was still moving toward him with incredible accuracy. He jumped as Desmond’s claws bit the hive wall, and his lover roared. He roared back, delivering a quick series of parries and attacks.

He got one blow into his stomach, and Desmond spit up a small, black orb. Alex rolled out of its path and when he looked next, the man was nowhere to be seen—until he felt a hand wrap around his neck, and a blade bury itself in his back. He ripped Desmond’s hand from his neck, and threw the man, wincing as the blade left a large gash up his back and shoulder. Alex ran at him, summoning the whip fist and lashing out, snagging his leg as he jumped. He whipped him in a circle, smashing him into the side of the Apple’s platform. Desmond roared, and Alex curled as something exploded underneath of him. He didn’t have time to think as he bounced back from the explosion and glided to him.

Desmond met him halfway, vanishing briefly for a moment before Alex grunted as he felt his weight on his back, that same damn blade cutting into his flesh. He roared, falling to the ground, and he was pinned. Desmond had the most vicious snarl on his lips.

“Why? I was happy being dead!”

“I said I was sorry,” Alex growled. “I can reverse it right now, if you like.”

Desmond growled, then, pressed his face into Alex’s neck. “I’m terrified. What’s happening to me?”

He wrapped his hands around Desmond’s waist. “Desmond, I told you—”

“I just… Fuck.”

He used one hand to cup the back of his head, feeling his regeneration kick in. “Imagine how I felt when I first woke.”

He sighed. “I’m sorry, Desmond.”

“I know.”

“I’m sorry. I should’ve asked you before you died.”

“You were probably lonely. I don’t mind. I’m just… afraid.”

He felt Desmond’s hands curl into his shirt.

“Can someone please tell me what just happened?”

He tilted his head back to see Shaun standing in the doorway with a hunter and the other three humans.

“We leave spore boy alone for not point two seconds, and we come back after eating to find you bleeding out all over the hive floor with another man?”

He rubbed Desmond’s back. “Why don’t I fill you in another room? I’ll show you what’s going on.”

“I don’t… Alex.”

He chuckled softly.

“Holy shit! Desmond? Alex, you actually brought him back?”

Desmond’s head shot up. “Dana?”

“You’re Desmond? Fuck! I’ve fallen in love.”

Alex rolled over and looked at them. He felt hands settle on his shoulders. He stood up, dumping Desmond before he turned and offered him a hand. He helped the man up. Dana was by their sides in a heartbeat, hugging her friend tightly.

“You’re back!”

Desmond chuckled, and he found a small smile on his lips. “We’re both glad you’re back.”

He watched them hug, then turned to look at the web of the hive. There were so many small bulges in the webbing.

“Yes, we have some twenty-something Pieces now,” Shaun said, stepping over to him. “Your hairless gorillas are quite good at searching for things.”

Alex smirked. “Yes. They’re extremely good at searching. It wasn’t until after Manhattan was cleared of the Infection Dana woke up from the Leader Hunter tracking her down.”

Shaun quirked an eyebrow. “Do they know where Rikkin is yet?”

“Not yet. But they’re holding off the armies and spreading hives well. This takeover might not be as hard as we thought.”

“What about that shit that almost killed you? Detoxin or something?”

“Bloodtox? They’ve been taking the planes and ships out of the sky. There’s no way it’ll survive. They’ll have to take out me first, then Desmond. And if we reach Pariah, then there’s a third.”

“They’re working on Pariah now,” Lucy said, watching Rebecca glomp Desmond with Dana.

He looked at her. “Thank you. It’ll be good to have someone to infect the Americas. And find the other Pieces.”

“You’re serious about the world take over, aren’t you?”

He could feel the grin creeping up again. “Of course. As long as you guys are safe.”

“You’re freaking me out, mate.”

“I’m not surprised,” Lucy said, and Alex jumped slightly, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. “I mean, it seems as if it’s just like any other human. War, conquest—human nature, animalistic nature—it wants to spread. The difference is, this virus can. And can’t be stopped.”

Alex smirked. “And I won’t let it be. You’ve seen how heartless I am. I don’t care who it is who dies, so long as it’s not someone I care about. Speaking of which, how long was I…?”

“Two bloody months,” Shaun said. “And then we go out for a moment—the Templars distracted by the millions of hives around now, and come back to find you and your lover rolling around like animals.”

Alex nodded slowly. “They’re getting close to the army with Rikkin in it. And the Pieces of Eden. If I can contact Pariah, we’ll have all fifty in no time.”

“Two of them were destroyed,” Lucy said. “In a—”

“I don’t care,” Alex said, walking forward and slowly prying Desmond out from the two women. “Let’s go for a walk.”

Desmond smiled softly at him, and together, they walked out of the underground labyrinth, up into the church, slipping in and sitting in the pews as tourists walked through.

“So, what’s going on?”

Alex told him everything that had happened since his death: the prophecy, the Apple, Abstergo, and getting ready to absorb Rikkin. Desmond sat and listened, and Alex found himself with an arm around the man’s shoulders as he leaned into the touch and took in all the action. They eventually got up and walked out into the streets, into the grasslands beyond, and Alex was pleased to see the tendrils of the virus creeping over the town. The citizens had seemed to accept this new thing living with them, but they were wary, cautious, and when a hunter roared, they all moved out of the way. He taught him how to absorb others, and they replenished their health with little struggle. As they walked out into the field, he discussed with Desmond all the different moves and fighting techniques, assured that he could use them since he had given him several memories of fighting to accompany his own.

He had one arm around Desmond’s waist and was standing in the field with him, listening to the birds, before everything went to Hell.

“Mister Mercer,” came a soothing, masculine voice. “Mister Miles.”

He whipped around to see two men standing there.

“Now I’m gonna kill you, Mercer, for makin' me into a monster!”

His eyes widened just a fraction as he took in the sight of James Heller.

“I’m afraid we’ll have to play this more carefully, Heller. There are two of them.”

He looked at the other man.

“Rikkin,” he hissed.

So many whore prompts, yet I still want this one.

Ezio is pulled forward in time by the apple. But instead of it being AC2/ACB/ACR Ezio, it's Embers Ezio. Ezio already has his daughter (and maybe a son? I don't know) but he's definitely getting up there in age and the shock of suddenly being 500 years in the future gets to him. I'm not really picky about what happens, I would just like to see poor old white-haired I-just-want-to-retire-for-real Ezio yanked into the future.

Why thank you dear OP and anons, I am very glad you enjoyed it! Seems like it's my specialty writing fluffy related fills... or you know, anything not porn related ~~(*cries*)~~...

omgomgomgomg SECONDED *U*

Omg yes, what the above anon said.

I Lol'd Anon! That was too cute!

I loved it! I wanted this to have a fill where Ezio was basically like "Screw this!" And you did it, anon!

Ezio, Machiavelli and La Volpe take some time out to do random dude stuff with each other after Brotherhood, having ~~threesomes~~ random cute adventures, wandering around the countryside like the Three Musketeers, getting into and out of various trouble, drinking in the tavern and hitting on girls in harmless yet mildly sleazy ways, etc etc etc. Some down time after the stressful events of Brotherhood. Ezio keeps teasing Volpe and Machiavelli when they bicker like a married couple, and in turn they mock him and imply things about Leonardo XDDD Basically I want a cute buddy anecdote/s about any or all of the above, however short.

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(I'm sorry to state this but it's important!! Please only fill this if you think that as he enters his 50s, Ezio is not an "old man" but rather, an athletic, strong and seasoned warrior whose power and influence are still increasing. Really he is past his prime only in agility. He might even be more effective in a fight than his young-adult self, having the benefit of experience. His ability to command others and rally them through trust in his experience and proven track-record of leadership would only be increasing; his wisdom and judgment as well. ~~Not to mention skills in bed, hurrr~~~ Ezio is basically both a general and a political leader, and only getting better at both. I mean really, sometimes around here it sounds like 52 is the new 92... Let's have some hot-ass 50+ Ezio high-jinks without ageism can we XD )

Is that Weird Al singing Chop Suey? LOL!

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