asscreedkinkmeme | Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

...Desmond in Lightning's situation? This I've got to see. Seconding!

...Who is who now? I totally can relate with Desmond right now, but I like what Rebecca is secretly hoping for.

In other words, seconding!

Not mine, but when I read your prompt it made me think of this.

http://www.fanfiction.net/s/7102205/2/More_than_Friends

1.6 is the one you'll want to read I think, although it's only Malik who watches and gets to do...well, Kadar really.

Oh god blusterby I love you so much.

OP here! I personally would like to see Ezio rebuild himself entirely from scratch, but I can understand if that'd be a big stretch. The moment he wakes up, he has no idea who he is, where he is, or why he's here, but there'd be flashes and triggers that would send memories come flooding in, perhaps. Like, the sound of a gunshot brings a series of images from the Monteriggioni siege, or the voice/name of his significant other brings up some personal/romantic/intimate ones.

I figure that's probably a pretty tough challenge though, so whatever works best for the writer works best for me ;v;

Bless you kind soul. Yes it was! I wrote out as much as I could, and spent the next week checking and rechecking to make sure it was as good as I could make it. I'm glad it worked!

And HOLY HELLEQUIN WTF. I just noticed a bunch of incredibly embarrassing autocorrect mistakes.
"ge skillfully redox roared" (da fuq....) was supposed to be "he skillfully deepthroated" (xD) I believe. Edit derp. Last time I type something up on my iTouch. Mon dieu.

lolwuuuut

It is. :'D

I commented with a link to it but LJ ate it(aka screened it) so here's a dump of random crap I drew of Stronzo and Pene. : D http: //s595. photobucket. com/albums/tt36/kanashiiorewakanashii/

just take out the spaces of course. xD; I've drawn Stronzo more than Pene and it shows ha ha!

Oh baby~ anon approves~

Too bad there's not more of him dancing~ hahah~

I can't say I know how you feel, because I have never experienced something like that. I hope everything went alright and no one was hurt.

That aside, I do love this prompt, and I do hope it gets filled.

Desmond is Shaun's roommate and Lucy's boyfriend. Thus Shaun is jealous of Lucy and vice versa.

Sorry anon. I forget that no one else knows all the other little details in my head that make it obvious to me. I forget you guys can't read minds across the Internet...

'Tell me about the stupid stars..' Oh, Pene. You're so romantic.
I liked your srawings. The picures with the Brute were awsome 8D

See? That's the problem! There's so little of Shaun actually being a cream-puff that it makes him hard to like. Although, I totally believed the same before my heart was hardened. :3

I also believe Desmond is smarter than people give him credit for. Afterall, he lived on the streets for roughly ten years, didn't he?

Oh god anons, I love you too!

Lucy was vanilla, sweet, patient. But also strangely business-like and detached at times.

The next day, sure as clockwork, Desmond found himself pulled out of Baby with his cock hard in his jeans and the pillow covering his groin. Shaun was already ascending the stairs with Rebecca ambling behind.

“I'm going to close the library shelf shut after them, okay?” Lucy said as she rose from her chair. Barely coming around to his senses and remembering the strange agreement all four of them had come to the day before, Desmond was left to prop himself up on the Animus and nod his head dumbly as she followed them. He sat on the red chair, numb but for his throbbing member. This was all too weird. The playful flirting, the arched, suggestive eyebrow Lucy had raised earlier, her blushes at each of the incidents he had been through – all of them were developing into something, and that was strange. Stranger still was the fact that the strangeness of the situation was doing nothing to calm him and flush the arousal from his system. He had gone too long without release.

There was a rolling grind that echoed from the stairwell, followed by a final, dull bang and the sound of heavy wooden beams slotting together. Rebecca and Shaun were locked out. Lucy was taking the steps two at a time one side of the ramping. Desmond was about to get laid.

His palms sweated, clenched into tight fists on the surface of Baby's chair. His collar felt too tight. He wet his dry lips with a swipe of his tongue. He perched awkwardly on the Animus. Should he undress? Should he move off of the Animus? Should he touch her, or should he let her take control? What did they even have in the way of contraception? He swallowed thickly and drily. Lucy jogged into view.

She had re-tied her hair out of the way. It was messy. Thin wisps fell into her eyes and tangled in her eyelashes. She threw her brown jacket to the side. Desmond slid the pillow off of his groin as she walked towards him, hard boots echoing her footsteps off the stone floor.

“Er...” He started, and looked off to his side, searching for a place they could move to. Lucy sighed. Her eyes went to the ceiling. She took a deep breath and relaxed her shoulders. And then she leant forwards, over him, a smile curling her lips. She pressed her index finger to his lips.

“Shhhh...”

Desmond's teeth clacked together. She had changed in a second from Lucy into...Lucy.

“Do you want me to suck you off?” She asked, biting down on her lower lip and looking at him through her eyelashes. Her other hand found a place on his thigh, and then slipped in and up towards his erection. Desmond fought down a squawk at the movement and question. This was...wierd.

“Lucy-”

“Des?” The contracted form of his name shut him up quickly enough. “Let's make this work, shall we?” A small part of the business-like Lucy returned in her voice. After a moment's pause Desmond nodded, and Lucy's smile was back, teasing him. The hand on his thigh squeezed and travelled closer up his leg until it rested on his groin, his cock hard beneath it and pressing against the strained zip of his trousers. He sunk his teeth into his lower lip as Lucy gave him a peck on the cheek and then moved down. Her fingers trailed from his lips, over his chest and to his jeans. She gently knelt at the side of the Animus chair.

With trembling hands Desmond scooted to the edge of the chair and unzipped his hoodie, feeling all too hot for his liking. Lucy's strong digits where unbuttoning his jeans, yanking on the fly until it passed over his bulge, and pulling at the hem. Rushed, feeling awkward and strange and still aroused, Desmond lifted his hips. His jeans came to his knees, exposing his legs to the air of the room, a good few degrees cooler. The wet head of his erection already peeked from the rim of his underwear, flushed. Lucy's eyebrows visibly raised and Desmond felt a familiar embarrassment crash over him. He pressed a hand to his eyes and took a deep breath, hissing quietly when he was pulled out of his boxers and pumped twice in his team mate's fist.

“This is so wie-ah!” Desmond began, shaking his head slowly, before lips were on him, circling the tip in heat and pressure. He peeked from between his fingers. Lucy rolled her tongue over his circumcised head, swiping languidly over the slit. He quickly jammed his fingers back together and moaned in a way that spelled despair and arousal. A strange mixture. Lucy seemed to take no mind of it.

She pumped more, fingers running over the base, thumb running down the underside and onto Desmond's sac before up again, then spat on the head and moved the make-shift lubricant over his length with her hand. Desmond's face was twisted in a strange expression, caught between aroused, confused, desperate and uncomfortable. She rolled her eyes as she took him back into her mouth and sank down. This was the strangest thing she had ever done for the assassins. The strangest by far. Desmond tasted strange, alien. This was the first kind of sexual contact she had willingly had for years, and she wasn't even sure if either of them wanted it.

A second later Desmond keened, high-pitched and embarrassing, and his hips twitched up, length jolting in Lucy's mouth. He swore under his breath and slid his hand from his eyes to watch as she bobbed her head on his cock. Lewd, wet noises filled the air as her tongue swirled over the throbbing vein, and then pushed just under the head where he was sensitive, drawing out a long, strangled moan. Desmond quickly shoved his fist into his mouth.

He was hard. He was aroused. Each flick of her tongue and suck of her mouth brought him closer and closer to an embarrassingly quick orgasm. His toes curled in his shoes and his fists clenches, teeth biting into his fingers, leaving small tooth marks and dribbling his knuckles in saliva.

He wanted to moan. Wanted to buck up into her mouth. Wanted to give in to abandon and fuck her face, come down her throat – all whilst remembering Ezio's latest conquest. But he didn't know if he could. Didn't know what to do. His hands hovered awkwardly in mid-air, unsure of whether to touch Lucy or not. He held back his orgasm. Should he give warning? Should they have tissues near-by? Desmond was pinned to the spot, completely caught and still, not knowing what the hell he should do, and victim to Lucy's ministrations.

Lucy slurped loudly, and then moaned herself.

It kind of sounded ridiculous, but it felt fucking amazing.

He moaned deeply, and screwed up his hands. He was close – stupidly, embarrassingly close. What if he was mocked for coming too fast? What if he couldn't live it down? God, what if he had no stamina any more?! What if he disappointed everyone?!

“L-Lucy-!” He started, trying to get her off of him so that he could last longer.

She pulled off with one last, long lick from base to tip and an oddly chaste kiss. Her hand continued to massage the base of his member.

“Yes?” She asked, and her throat might have been a little sore, her jaw looked like it hurt, and her lips were red and swollen.

“Um-”

“The sooner you come the sooner we can get back to work. The sooner this is all over.” She said, as if she could read Desmond's uncertainty. Her voice had changed again from the syrupy, seductive tone into her clipped business tone. Desmond hesitated, and then nodded.

“Uh, I'll be quick then.” He said, and hoped that the excuse covered what was going to be a shamefully quick climax. “Tissues?”

Lucy fished around in her pocket and drew out a squashed packet of travel-tissues. They fell beside his lap on the chair, she licked at the head again.

“No-!” Desmond squeaked – holy fuck this is embarrassing – and was relieved when Lucy drew away, seeming to understand, and instead jerked him off with higher intensity, the pressure growing at the tip of Desmond's cock until it burst. He came with a low cry and groan, spurts of his come landing on his shirt, lap and legs, and narrowly missing the upholstery of Baby's chair.

As soon as he was finished Lucy tugged back her hand and stood up. The interaction was officially over. Desmond panted heavily and fought the temptation to fall back against the Animus and fall asleep.

“Get clean, I have to wash up and clean my teeth and let the other two in.”

Groggily Desmond took a tissue from the packet.

“And Desmond?”

Desmond grunted, and looked up from wiping come off of his thigh and the tip of his softening cock.

“I'm sorry it was so...awkward.” Lucy said, her voice now a comfortable, friendly tone, something Desmond was much more used to hearing. He relaxed, a tension he hadn't noticed there leaving him.

“That's okay. It was...good.”

“Only good?” Lucy joked, as Desmond mopped up more of his come.

Desmond smiled at his lap. “Great. It was great.”

“...You've got come on your shirt.”

“What?...Oh fuck.”

One changed shirt, four washed hands, a toothbrush and four binned tissues later and everyone came back into the hideout. Shaun was bright red. His eyes danced around, afraid to settle on one place. Rebecca kept taking in long breaths through her nose in a subtle way, as if trying her best to detect a hint of sex in the air. Lucy was trying her best to pretend like nothing had happened and Desmond lay down in the Animus, rigid, awkward and worried. What is the other two had noticed how it didn't take them that long? What if they all thought he was immature? What if-?

The white room of the Animus loading screen was a welcome distraction. Desmond cast the memory behind him and tried his best to focus on his job.

One anon asked for this a while ago, and while loads of people responded favourably, not one filled. Not a single one.

So to repeat what Anon said earlier... Maria deserves some love. People hate her, but she's badass and awesome and a great match for Altaïr (no offence to slash fans). And even though I'm okay with Malik, I'm sick of seeing no fills for her when their couple has so much potential, while yaoi pairings get fifty fills a day.

So here's what I propose: Maria and Altaïr, without Malik or anyone else in the middle. Fluff, angst, hate!sex, dom!sex, bondage, whatever. Please. I just want them having the time of their lives in bed.

I'd really love this to be during their travels East, before they settled down together.

My firstborn to the wonderful author who does this.

Challenge accepted. Let me start this.

I don't know why I didn't read this sooner! Obviously I am an idiot because this is awesome and rather adorable. I love Antonio and Bruno and Fernando AND all the gay and dick jokes in this story. Honestly for a kinkmeme there are surprisingly few fills that feature gay or dick jokes. I can't wait to see what happens with Pene's mother I hope she doesn't die and I hope Stronzo sort of... gets his act together and stops being such an antagonistic... asshole. /snorts

Please forgive me for any mistakes, english isn't my first language.

Baghdad was a beautiful city, life bustling through its dusty streets. In every corner there were new things to see and wonders to marvel at. Street merchants sold cloth and jewels to richly dressed men, protected from the scorching heat by their slaves' palm leaves. Children played through the street, laughing as they narrowly escaped a horse's hooves, sprinted through the wheels of a chariot, and snatched a pear from a furious merchant's stall. Some women, hidden behind their elabourate veils, were carrying jars on their heads or chatting to each other in a corner. But the city also had its downside. Beggars held out their bowl to oblivious passerbyes, one man had passed a scantily dressed woman a coin and dragged her with him in a dark alley, and a couple of guards were mocking an old man, pushing him with their spears.

Maria was not terribly impressed by all of this. The heat bothered her, most of all, and she'd already seen all there was to see here. She and Altair had been here for a week, and she was rapidly getting sick of wandering around the markets every day. Altair had wanted to come here desperately so he could meet all the scholars and read the works that made the city so famous as a capital of knowledge. Unfortunately Maria, being both a woman and a Christian, was not invited. Despite it not being the Assassin's fault, she felt annoyed with him because of this. Philosophy and medecine didn't interest her, but at least she could have sheltered in the shade.

She felt definitely foreign here, to say the least. Though she was used to this kind of city from her years in the Crusade, the people in the street were not. Being far away from the Holy Land, they rarely saw any Europeans, and even less European women. She knew how strange she must look, dressed as a man, her skin light and her eyes pale, a heavy sword hanging by her side. At least they did not actually stare too much, though she had seen some men stop and gawk at her, as though she was some kind of angel descended from heaven.

After a while, she decided she had had enough of this crap and left her spot under the porch. The sunshine hit her with all its might, leaving her squinting and blinking in the bright light as she tried to regain a sense of direction. She eventually regained her eyesight and wandered down the road, ignoring the unconcealed stares and whispers she left in her stride. Some merchants saw her and tried to attract her attention to their merchandise. Too bad she had never been one for dresses and precious stones. The only jewelry she wore she had was a simple silver cross her older brother had given her for her tenth birthday. She no longer wore Robert's ring.

Suddenly, she spotted an arms stall, which proudly displayed an arsenal of bows, daggers, swords, and armour. Curious, she left the flow of people and approached a table covered with daggers. She preferred swords over shorter blades, but those were more practical and less noticeable. Besides, her old sword was getting rusty. She took a look at the set and was disappointed. Most of the daggers were covered in gold and were obviously only for decoration. She had almost given up when she saw one long dagger hidden under a bigger, silver one. It looked authentic. Intrigued, she took it into her hand. The handle was plain, but comfortable to grip. The blade was light, but looked heavy enough to do some damage. She flicked it in her hand several times experimentally and was more than pleased with the way it fit in her hand. One look at the edge told her it was extremely sharp, sharp enough to penetrate chainmail.

She found the merchant, a small man with a dark beard and a permanent scowl. "Excuse me," she asked in arabic and showed him the dagger, "Could you tell me how much this costs?"

The scowl, if possible, seemed to deepen, and he snatched the weapon from her. "This is not for a woman to wield," he snapped.

She felt annoyed and angry at this man's ignorance. "Watch your tongue," she spat. "I could cut you in half before you decided to draw your weapon."

His eyes narrowed, and he nodded at two heavily armoured men behind her. "I have no time to waste with your kind, woman," he said. "Leave right away, or I might forget your gender."

Maria knew she could not fight now. She might defeat the two men, but there were too many guards in the street, and some were peering in her direction. If she did decide to engage in a fight, she would soon have the whole district after her.

She made a noise of digust, and turned on her heels, furious but with her head held high. She almost lost it when she heard one of the armed men behind her comment lewdly "A feisty one! I suppose she wants the blade to compensate for something!" Their mocking laughter made her grit her teeth. She was used to this kind of humiliation due to her gender, but its repetition did not make it easier for her. She was also upset about the blade. It had been perfect for her needs, but that bastard merchant had decided otherwise.

"My, you seem rather angry."

She jumped at the Assassin's sudden appearance next to her. "Will you stop doing that!" She snapped at him. He gave a smug smile that infuriated her even more. Fuming, she left his side and went further ahead.

He soon caught up with her and gently touched her arm. "I'm sorry, I did not mean to annoy you."

"Really?" she said sarcastically and stopped, turning towards him. "In that case, you are doing a very poor job."

He stiffened. "Just because you didn't have a good day doesn't mean I'm responsible for all your worries."

She was stung, but she knew he was right, and her anger abated a little. she sighed. "Fine. I'm sorry. How did your meeting go?"

His frown was replaced by a slight smile, the one he wore when he particulary pleased with something. "Let's go find some shade and something to drink."

They bought a jug full of orange juice and found a spot under the trees, in a garden off the marketplace. "So," he said as he passed the jar to her, "What exactly happened at this stall?"

Her indignation rose again as she remembered the merchant's smug face as she left. "I found a good dagger in his stall. Bastard refused to sell it to a woman and had me 'escorted' out of the premises."

"I take it you are not pleased," he said mildly.

"You bet I am," she scowled and took a gulp of the refreshing bevery. "Perhaps he was afraid I was planning to murder my husband, something like that."

"I can go teach him a lesson, if you wish."

"No thank you, I do NOT need a prince charming to rescue me," she gritted her teeth, then looked at his lidly annoyed expression. "What?"

"I simply proposed help. I know you are not a princess to be rescued, after all," He rubbed his shoulder. "I still have that scar from our first encounter."

She felt slightly ashamed. Altair had never treated her as less than an equal, and she was grateful for it. She knew he would propose some help even if she were a man. "I'm sorry, I've been in a bad mood all day" she sighed. "At least we're leaving soon, aren't we?"

"Today I met the last scholar I wished to meet, so yes," he replied. A grin slowly spread on his face. "And about your apology... Perhaps you can compensate me in some way?"

"Oh?" she said, leaning back against the tree. They had been sleeping together for six weeks now, first turning to each other for warmth in the cold desert nights. Now they had stopped stealing moments of pleasure and openly started to seek them. Despite the hazards of becoming intimate with an Assassin, it was decision that she did not regret one moment. Altair was not only an open and attentive partner, he was also a good friend and listener. She had allowed herself to open into him like no other man, and in return listened just as much. "So, what do you have in mind?"

He shrugged. "You will find out soon enough." He sat up and handed her the jar. "See you tonight, at the inn." His eyes glinted with promise.

And before she could say anything, he had vanished into the crowd. Maria allowed herself a small smile. "I wonder what he has in mind," she thought, before emptying the jar.

Annnnd that's all for tonight.

Altair rimming Malik and making it all about Malik's pleasure. That's all.

XDD He is. Only the most romantic for that son of a bitch Stronzo ha ha!

: D Thank you! The Brute is hard to draw with all of his random armour. xDD

FFFFF Thank you! : DD I'm surprised myself how little there are-I'll just have to make all of them to make up for the lack of 'em. Ha ha ha ha you'll just have to see in the next chapter! But I'm sure he will. A person can only take so much blatant assholery before they snap and if Pene did it wouldn't go well for him since he's so small. xDD

Rauf needs more loving, and Kadar loving is never bad.

Seconding for the fanboy lulz

Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

Re: Anon is an idiot and posted to Part 2. shameface

Re: Isn't it just fun?

Maybe fill?

Re: The Rotor {1.c/?}

Re: What If....

Re: Go to Sleep...[Fill 3/3]

Re: Malik/Oblivious!Altair

Re: write anon

Re: Maybe fill?

Re: How did the girls deal with the hanging anyway?

Re: Isn't it just fun?

OP

Re: WRITEANON UP IN HURR

The Rotor {2.a/?}

The Rotor {2.b/?}

The Rotor {2.c/?}

Maria and Altaïr lovin'

Re: Maria and Altaïr lovin'

Re: It's guard love 21b/??

Compensation (1/?)

Compensation (2/?)

Altair/Malik PWP

Re: OP

writeanon

Re: Kadar/Rauf

Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

Re: Anon is an idiot and posted to Part 2. *shameface*

Re: Isn't it just fun?

Maybe fill?

Re: The Rotor {1.c/?}

Re: What If....

Re: Go to Sleep...[Fill 3/3]

Re: Malik/Oblivious!Altair

Re: write anon

Re: Maybe fill?

Re: How did the girls deal with the hanging anyway?

Re: Isn't it just fun?

OP

Re: WRITEANON UP IN HURR

The Rotor {2.a/?}

The Rotor {2.b/?}

The Rotor {2.c/?}

Maria and Altaïr lovin'

Re: Maria and Altaïr lovin'

Re: It's guard love 21b/??

Compensation (1/?)

Compensation (2/?)

Altair/Malik PWP

Re: OP

writeanon

Re: Kadar/Rauf

Re: Anon is an idiot and posted to Part 2. shameface