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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.3
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.....aaaaannnnd, now I feel like an asshole. Ninja comments are still ninja-ing, apparently. Sorry!

Altair's a girl kitty! XD You have no idea how much I laughed. Poor guy, that had to have been quite a shock when he first changed. XD

And of course Altair's an attention whore. He's probably learned that skritches and pets are awesome. XD

When the Assassins got a spy into Abstergo, they didn't get Lucy in. They got Shaun.

Pretty much any of the 'tamer' kinks you want (pretty much light bondage and a little bit of Sado/masochism and lighter. Faint dub con at worst). Shaun/Desmond (or vice versa) would be lovely, but not 100% necessary.

OP definitely approves a lot, anon. I love me curly-haired Assassins. You know, when I read the description I thought of Tom Hiddleston:

http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmj297Q2Be1qgx92io1_500.jpg

So now I'm imagining Ezio getting fucked my Tom Hiddleston. ME GUSTA.

PS. I loved how Ezio still topped from the bottom.

/hearts

Glad that has been cleared up. Please go back and enjoy the fics now~

NEEd. THIS. NOW!

I love to read this! someone please write this

You gets cookies and cake and candy! (My muse!Des is leering at muse!Lucy now. She doesn't know what to do and muse!Shaun is glaring/pouting in the corner. I think I should make an OT3 for these people, or hell, throw in Rebecca and make an OT4. *goes off to develop more prompts*)

I really should start filling more. I have all these prompts, and all I'm working on is that Adopted fic. (I have a tendency to drop fic if I work on too many at once. I need to scope out another one once that one is done.)

I'm just glad that my weird ideas feed other people's bunnies! I'm totally the reason that Altair 1/2 prompt is being written. I didn't think my cracky extension to another prompt would actually make someone write one! XD *so proud* (I wonder if anybody's gonna fill that Thor one I posted??)

please please please please please anon!!!

So many comments thank you! ♥ I have to write some more now...
Here's something to embarrass myself even further. Completely unbeta'd and my head hurts.

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Warehouses with no windows, built of thick concrete weren't supposed to be hot. This one obviously hadn't heard of the concept. It was a warm spring, but all the fans they had found were switched on full power and according to all sense it should have made the temperature at least a little bit more tolerable but no. Air inside was thick and hot and completely unbearable.

Shaun was positive he would soon melt.

He couldn't care less about Rebecca blabbering next to him. She ignored him though when he told this out loud. They had been sitting and waiting for half an hour and as they had sent Lucy to see that Altair and Malik wouldn't leave any physical injuries on each other Shaun was doomed to listen.

” Yeah, and it turned out that Ezio wasn't actually trying to seduce Leo. It was just his natural modeling face. So it was first pretty awkward when Leonardo tried to make a move on him at the corridor - I heard, I was searching a working spotlight from the stock room. But can you believe, then Ezio just decided to roll with it? Well, when I think about it, it isn't that surprising. This is Ezio, he probably sleeps with everything that moves. Anyways, I think I heard some moaning from the closet room next to the toilets. Wouldn't go there if I was you. ”

” ..Right... That was very interesting, but I think I'll go check how Lucy is doing. You keep on stalking or whatever creepy stuff you're into. ”

Shaun rose and left quickly before Rebecca had a chance to make up a witty comeback. It didn't take long to find Lucy. She actually was just leaving the dressing room dragging the two bigger men by their arms. Altaïr and Malik eyed each other sulkily. Shaun stopped.

" Finally? "

" These two just couldn't stop their bickering. They sounded like an old married couple. "

" Trust me, it's normal ", Shaun said, returning to the big white canvas and adjusting it. Rebecca showed up soon and it didn't take long until she had the lights ready. Lucy helped her and Shaun went to the camera and finally they could begin the shoot.

The pictures where they didn't have to have both Altaïr and Malik at the same time came out easily and pretty well.

Pictures where they were supposed to be together didn't.

" God, Malik, this won't sell if you are looking at Altaïr that murderously ", Shaun finally exclaimed, frustrated. He waved his hand at the black-haired arab.
" And Altaïr, that almost looks like you are cowering... Malik won't kill you, you know. We don't want any blood on the canvas. I will murder if that happens. "

Malik's stare was almost challenging. Rebecca shook her head.

" Hey, guys. We have been trying to catch one decent photograph for two hours and are clearly going nowhere. I think we should call it a day already. "

" I guess ", Lucy nodded in agreement.

" These two have to go to fix their friendship somewhere else. "

" Oookay, so I vote we continue the day after tomorrow ", Rebecca chirped. Shaun was looking way more frustrated at the situation.

" All right.. But you better to be able to interact with each other in a civilized manner by then! " he warned.

Malik said nothing and stomped angrily towards the changing room. Altaïr uttered a "yes" and followed, not as fast.

Shaun wasn't sure if he was hallucinating, but it had looked like the younger arab had a tone of longing and regret in his golden eyes.

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_{Wtf is this I'm ashamed I should be sleeping D:}

OP here is camping out here, still waiting for that fill.
No rush~

Thanks Anon, I look forward to it~ :)

You know how during the scene with Cristina in the beginning of ACII, you can prolong the intimate moment by pressing more button prompts?

Like that, except when you press O to hug Leonardo in Venice, it doesn't stop there, and there are button presses that lead to more. Also kind of like the epic sex mini-games in God of War. *cough*

OP anon would adore anyone who could fill this. Especially if Leonardo has cute reactions to Ezio's actions / "PRESS O TO INTERACT" moments. XD

I'm not bothered by the image of that man fucking Ezio. :3 Ezio's always the boss. I just like the idea of Ezio being such a powerful man that he likes being dominated at times. He can't do that with the Brotherhood, so he has to do it in bed.

Ah... I haven't seen Thor, otherwise I'd be on that like beans on toast.

I wanna write a OT4 now. :( I hope you come up with a good prompt for those four. Some cute ShaunxRebecca and DesxLucy hand holding and cute little kisses between DesxShaun and cuddles for LucyxBecca and baaaaawww.....

You should watch it! It has a really awesome scene with Thor shirtless and low rise jeans. *noms* It's too short though. *sigh*

Working on the prompt! (Those are some good ideas! Now I just need a situation/plot idea for it!)

[Here you go, OP - short but sweet. I hope it satisfies!]

“Really, Milord, I regret to say that I found your poetry to be quite uninteresting. Trite, sentimental, and shallow, it contains none of the visionary imagination which denotes true artistic greatness. If I didn’t know better, I would have thought it the work of a lovesick fourteen year old. I do hope that in the future, you will stick to governing and banking and not attempt to intrude upon the world of the fine arts.”

After the poetry critic had left, Giovanni slipped from the shadows and silently wrapped his arms around Lorenzo’s shoulders.

“Go away, Giovanni. I am not in need of comfort, whatever you may think. I asked for his honest opinion and he gave it. It would be childish to be upset about it.”

“It would be only human to be upset about it, you put so much of yourself into your poetry. Don’t listen to that daft old bat. What does he know? He’s only a critic because he has no modicum of artistic talent himself. Your work is wonderful, heartfelt and graceful.”

Despite Lorenzo’s insistence that he was not upset, his rigid posture eased a little at the honest praise.

Seeing that his words were helping, Giovanni continued, “You don’t write for him. You write for yourself. As long as you are satisfied, that is all that matters.”

“Not only for myself,” Lorenzo murmured, smiling a little as he twisted around to kiss him.

************************************************************

The next day, when a messenger brought word that a certain poetry critic had been mugged in an alleyway, Lorenzo was not the last bit surprised.

“Hey! Asshol—”

“Hey is for horses, but grass is much cheaper, yes?”

Salai was giving him that same devilish smirk as in the hallway.

“Fuck you. Give me back my clothes.”

Salai laughed and drew the hoodie up to his nose, inhaling deeply. “Why? They smell good. Will you strip for me in the parking lot?”

“Fuck no! You’re crazy!”

He smiled charmingly. “Perhaps. Your clothes are comfortable.”

“Yeah. Because they’re loose.”

He spread out on the car hood, looking vaguely like an actor in one of the porn films they had replaced Kadar’s movie selection with last year. Malik had been mortified when he thought his brother was watching porn—but it proved Malik liked chick flicks, and earned Ezio and Desmond each fifty bucks from Altair. Desmond scowled as Salai looked him over. He wiggled in the jeans again, uncomfortable.

“Get off my car, you damn weasel!” Shaun shouted. “And leave Desmond alone before he files sexual harassment!”

Salai slid from the car and waved as he walked off, giving him one last, good look before he snapped a shot on his cell phone. Desmond popped in the car.

“Twenty bucks if you knock his shoes off. Gorgeous or not, run him over.”

“Naw, Dessie,” Rebecca said as she climbed in the front seat. “I think he’d be good for you. You need to stop being so cynical. He might help.”

“I’m going to lose my dick because these pants are so fucking tight. I don’t have the right to act grouchy?”

He was sprawled out uncomfortably in the backseat, praying Shaun wouldn’t get caught speeding as he tried to get him home: he had just gotten his license. Finally, they pulled up to his house. He popped out and grabbed his backpack.

“Thanks Shaun.”

He ran in, looking over his shoulder to wave as he hobbled up to the door. Rebecca gave Shaun a quick kiss on the lips, and he smiled as he waved. Shaun smirked and pulled out, waving once. He opened the door, seeing the kitchen through the thin hallway. He peeked into the living room to his immediate left to see Altair and Kadar lying on the couch, cuddling.

“Kadar?” he asked.

The young man looked at him.

“I need your help. Please.”

Altair growled, but Kadar smiled as he turned and hobbled up the stairs to his room. It was small and well fit to his needs. His bed was a twin, and the bookshelf he had was sparse. His closet was relatively empty. It was all good if he was going to run away. Kadar came popping in.

“What can I…”

He turned to see Kadar staring at him, wide-eyed.

“Help me out of these pants.”

Kadar closed his mouth and nodded, looking concerned. He walked over as Desmond undid the button and zipper, pulling out his dick and sighing in relief. He grabbed the hem and started squirming, and soon, he and Kadar were locked in a battle of pulling off the pants. Between grunts, kicks, and squirms, he told Kadar what happened. Halfway through, Altair came up and leaned on the doorframe, smirking as he watched the two struggle.

“And,” Kadar grunted, “Ezio wants him?”

“Yeah,” he kicked the air, “but he wants me,” another grunt, “apparently.”
“You should play hard to get, make Ezio mad.”

He looked at his oldest brother. “I don’t that crazy-ass mother fucker in my bed! He’ll glue my nuts to my leg to when I break up with him!”

Kadar yelped and tumbled backwards as the pants came off. Desmond grunted when he smacked his head against the wall from the force of the pants coming off. Altair was still smirking. He rubbed the back of his head and scowled.

“Man, that kid is crazy.”

“I don’t know: maybe let Ezio have him?” Kadar suggested.

“He doesn’t want Ezio!”

“This is like those soap operas you made me watch,” Kadar said, looking at Altair. “Lots of drama with no resolution.”

Desmond pulled off the shirt and threw it on the ground. “I don’t… If only he wasn’t so pretty.” He pulled on a pair of sweatpants. “Thanks, Kadar.”

Kadar nodded. “No problem, Desmond.”

Ezio peeked in. “What’s going on?”

“That new boy at your school stole Des’s clothes and left him with his.”

Ezio stepped in. His room was getting crowded. His older brother scowled and picked up the clothes. “You fit in these?”

“Hell no. Kadar was helping me take them off.”

“You should have seen it,” Altair said as he walked down the stairs to greet Malik when the sound of the front door was heard.

Desmond sighed, and Ezio sat by his brother, wrapping an arm around his brother. “Desmond, you must be careful with a nutter like him.”

“I know. I’m gonna go out for a run. Get the feeling back in my legs.”

Ezio laughed as Kadar ran down the stairs to hug his brother. “I will keep a look out to make sure he is not stalking you.”

Desmond nodded. He couldn’t wait to get out of this town. He got up stiffly and put on his ratty sneakers. By the time he got downstairs, Ezio had a pair of binoculars in his hands and the phone nearby. He laughed, and Ezio grinned.

He said hello to Malik and walked out: perhaps he’d run to his bike in the woods. There was a sprawling forest behind his subdivision that he hid the bike it. Perhaps he’d even go for a ride. He ran back in, grabbed his license, a muscle tee, cell phone, and some cash, and stuffed them in his backpack. Desmond took to the streets, jogging off with his bag a comfortable weight.

He eventually got off the streets and started down the path in the woods. This led to another, more obscure path, and another, and another, until he arrived at a small locked area. He hopped the fence and padded in, pulling off a camouflage blanket to reveal a clean, new looking, black motorbike. He knelt by it and ran his hands along the seat. He couldn’t wait to take her on the road. Desmond found himself smiling as he worshiped his bike: this was his ride out. And then, if he ever had to run again and couldn’t bring his bike, he had train tickets specially bought with no date and no specific train so he could hop on the next one. Those had taken a month’s pay from the bar, including tips.

He sat on the bike and ran his hands over the handles. He could all ready feel the wind. On the other side of it sat a sleek black helmet. He grinned: he loved druggies—especially when he could rip them off since they were higher than a kite.

After several more minutes, he covered her back up and hopped the fence again, jogging off. He ran into the heart of the city before he heard his cell phone go off. He dug it out and popped it open.

“Idiot, let me talk to him!”

He smiled: it was Malik.

“Desmond!”

“Yeah?”

“Your idiot brother forgot to write chicken on the shopping list. Can you pick some up? It’s what we were going to have for dinner.”

He laughed. “Yeah, I’ve got some cash on me.”

“See!” he heard yelled. “I told you your brother would have some! Sometimes I wonder if he’s the only one who’s smart in your family!”

He shook his head. “Yeah, I’ll pick some up. What kind?”

“Breasts, if they have any good ones, or thighs.”

He nodded. “Got it. See you in half an hour.”

“Goodbye.”

He heard Malik hang up, and he stuffed his phone back in his backpack, pulling a muscle tee from his bag. Pulling it on, he walked over to the grocery market and entered.

“Hello, Desmond.

He nodded at the cashier. He called himself “La Volpe,” and more than once, he had helped Desmond by just being in the right place at the right time. He was going to miss him when he ran away. He walked back to the poultry section and looked for the best chicken he could. He felt a hand on his shoulder and turned to see a man with blonde hair and beard. He had freckles across his cheeks.

“I overheard the cashier’s greeting, and I couldn’t help but ask. Are you Desmond?”

He nodded, examining the man closely. “Yeah, what of it?”

“I am so sorry on Salai’s behalf for stealing your clothes. He’s such a troublemaker.”

He looked surprised. “Are you his dad?”

“No, I actually adopted him. He was a problem child before, too. I’m so sorry. I’ll have your clothes by tomorrow.”

He shrugged. “As long as I get them back, I don’t care.”

“I am so sorry.”

He shook his head. “I should’ve been on the lookout.”

“I’ll have them for you. I promise.”

He nodded. “Okay, that’s cool.”

He picked out the breast and trotted over to the cashier. As he was rung up, La Volpe said, “The weather will perfect by the end of the month.”

“What?”

He looked at the old man, who had a knowing look in his eyes.

“La Volpe knows. The weather will be perfect by the end of the month.”
Desmond stared at him as he bagged the chicken.

“It is the perfect time to go.”

He jolted—he had no idea how he knew his plans. He had been so careful. Nevertheless, he grinned. “I’ll keep that in mind.”

He took the bag and waved. La Volpe gave him a knowing smirk as he left. He walked home slowly, enjoying the nice spring day. When he walked in the door, walked straight into the kitchen and handed the chicken to Malik, who was in the middle of an argument with Altair. He paid them no mind as he head to the little eating area, and hopped down the small step into the living area. He saw Kadar reading a book and settled beside him, leaning against the man. Kadar smiled and wrapped an arm around his waist.

He settled against the man and yawned. “Have a good run?”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

The two were good friends, and Kadar was, at times, the only thing that kept him here. They sat in silence until Malik called them for dinner, and he took his seat at the small dining area. The rest of the day passed without much hassle, and the next day came too soon.

When he sat down for lunch, Lucy looked at him. “Becca told me about yesterday.”

Desmond scowled. “I’m gonna pound that kid if he pulls something like that again.”

William snickered. “Pound him where?”

Desmond frowned. “I’ll punch you if you don’t shut up.”

“And the brute speaks again.”

“Shut up, Shaun. I don’t want his attentions. He should go back to Ezio.”

“But you thought he was gorgeous.”

“Pretty or not, I’m afraid for myself.”

“The boy is a nutter,” Shaun said. “I’m sorry, but if you date him, I’m going to laugh at you.”

Desmond sighed. “Why wouldn’t he want Ezio’s affections? I mean, the guy’s a hardcore flirt and romantic when he wants to be.”

He jumped when he felt arms around him. “I think you should not go for Salai. I will get him yet.”

He looked up to see Ezio frowning at him. “You can have the crazy. I don’t want him.”

Ezio smirked. “Good.”

“What are you doing here?”

They turned to see Salai, with a tray—dressed in Desmond’s clothing, he noticed with a frown—scowling at Ezio. “Shouldn’t you be in classes?”

Ezio smiled charmingly. “Caro mio—”

“Don’t give me that bullshit.”

They all looked slightly surprised.

“I don’t want to date a manwhore, thank you.”

Desmond bit his lip to contain his smile. Perhaps he wasn’t so bad if he was willing to call Ezio out.

“I am not a whor—”

“My apologies: a slut. You do not get paid. Correct? It is the sluts that aren’t good enough to be paid.”

Shaun roared with laughter, and Rebecca was laughing beside him. Lucy looked horrified, and William was grinning. Ezio looked downright appalled, then scowled. “If you’d let me, I would show you what you are missing out on.”

“A bunch of illnesses, I am sure. I will pass, thank you.”

Salai plopped down next to Desmond as Ezio stormed off. He seemed unaffected, and when Shaun stopped laughing, the British student slapped the table.

“Congratulations, mate. You’re welcome in our little group.”

Salai smiled beautifully. “Thank you.”

Desmond shook his head. “Wait! He’s crazy! Why—”

“I have extra clothes to change into after gym today. I will give them to you then.”

“Why did you steal them in the first place?” Rebecca asked.

He smirked, giving Desmond a mischievous glare. “To make sure I would have to see you again.”

“That was clever. I like this boy, Desmond. I approve.”

“I don’t want your approval, Shaun.”

“I don’t care if you want it or not. I think you should date him. He has an impeccable taste in clothes, an air of cleverness, and tells your brother off. I think you should date him.”

Salai grinned. “I am glad I have your approval.”

Shaun shrugged. “Don’t think too much of it, mate. I’m only in this for myself.”

He raised an eyebrow.

“You know Ezio is bound to raise Hell, and I do enjoy a good bit of drama.”

“Then I’ll make sure you’re included in it,” Salai said, shrugging.

Shaun scowled as Rebecca laughed, grabbing her boyfriend’s hand. “You asked for it, Shaun.”

“I’ll make it worth the trouble,” Shaun snapped.

Salai smirked. “I’ll look forward to it.”

Desmond covered his face with his hands. Just until the end of this month, he reminded himself, then he wouldn’t have to deal with these crazies, no more Ezio, no more Malik and Altair arguing. He shook his head and started eating. He jumped when Salai wrapped an arm around his shoulders and leaned in close.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Up close, the boy looked even prettier. He swallowed thickly. “I’m simply getting to know your personal bubble.”

Desmond scowled, leaning back. “I don’t have one. Ezio took care of that.”

Salai hummed and leaned in closer. Desmond’s scowl deepened. “Get away, freak.”

The arm around his shoulders found its way onto his leg. “Are you sure? Your pupils are dilating.”

He pushed Salai, who yelped and fell from the chair. He heard Shaun snickering.

“A wonderful response.”

“Shut up, Shaun.”

“I can see your brother’s intelligence reflected in you.” Shaun smirked.

Desmond snarled as Salai got back up and dusted off. “At least he isn’t like you. Then, I’m afraid I’d have to kill him.”

“Whatever,” Desmond said as he finished eating quickly and left the two snarkers.

He couldn’t wait to leave. The rest of the day passed quickly, and he found himself changing in gym, more than ready to run. Ezio came storming in.

“I forbid you from taking this man home. If you date him, I will castrate you.”

“Altair seemed rather fond of him.”

“That man has no more taste in partners than a toad.”

Desmond laughed. “What if I really wanted to?”

“I forbid you,” Ezio spat, waving his hands. “He is not worth you.”

“If I went by what others thought I was worth, I would never be good enough for a relationship.”

Ezio pulled back. “What? Says who?”

“Says Shaun, and Rebecca, and Lucy, and—”

“Do not listen to them, brother. You have your merits—but Salai is below them.”

He felt Ezio wrap a hand around his shoulders and poke him in the chest. He looked his brother in the eye. “And now I speak from the heart, Desmond. You do have your own merits, but high school is the time to discover such things. Do not lose heart—you will find them.”

He smiled softly. “I think I have all ready. Running seems to be my talent.”

“You have more than just that, Desmond. Intelligence may not be yours, but you have more than just running.”

Desmond forced a smile.

“You have no idea how good at running I am,” he whispered when Ezio stepped away.

He changed, looking at the door when he heard someone whistle as he changed his shirt. He peeked to see Salai watching him. He flushed and turned around, finishing quickly and walking out.

“Leave my brother alone,” he heard Ezio say.

“What your brother does is not your business. If I choose to pursue him, I will pursue him.”

“He is my brother.”

“You are just sore because I wounded your pride earlier.”

“No, I am worried because you are an ass, and you have no respect for him.”

“And how would you know?”

Ezio scoffed. “Have you even seen what you are wearing? He has told you to back off.”

Salai raised an eyebrow. “You are just sore because you cannot wound me.”

“My pride and my care for Desmond are two separate things.”

Desmond jogged out, not wanting to hear the rest of the argument. He was pretty sure they were separate. His brother, while a slut, did respect him and Altair. After exercises, he was glad the coach sent him out to run before either of the two could approach him. His feet were flying as he ran, and he didn’t realize the class was over, lost in his own dreams of living on the streets, until he ran into Ezio. He propped himself up on his hands.

“Well, that’s one way to stop you.”

He grinned sheepishly. “Sorry, I was thinking.”

“About what?”

“About… Running.”

Ezio chuckled and sat up as Desmond climbed off. “At least you’re dedicated. Will you be showering here?”

“Um…”

“I called Altair. He’s on the couch until further notice.”

“What for?”

“He laughed at Malik for crying at Fried Green Tomatoes with Kadar.”

“What?”

“Some tear-jerker chick flick. So, there’s no hot water left. He filled the tub and threatened to drown him. Kadar found them wrestling on the bathroom floor, and Altair was losing.”

Desmond sighed. “I’m showering here then.”

Ezio nodded and offered a hand. He accepted and walked with his brother to the locker room, and into the showers.

“Do you want me to stay and guard your things?”

“No, I’ll keep them on the other side of the showers, so I can see them.”
Ezio nodded. “See you at home, brother.”

“See ya.”

He pulled his things from his backpack and stepped into the shower, stripping down. After he had his things situated so he could see them, he turned on the water. He let his eyes slip closed as he rubbed himself down with the soap, and he sighed, relaxing in the warm water. After he washed off, he reached for his shampoo, only to find it missing.

“Looking for this?”

He whipped around and saw Salai standing there with his shampoo in boxers. His shampoo had been in the shower stream.

“How are you not wet?”

He smirked. “I have my ways. Why do you not shower at home?”

Desmond scowled. “My family, and I use the term lightly, uses it all before I get home. Altair does it on purpose, and Malik doesn’t realize it until I come home.”

“Why on purpose?”

“Because Ezio and I prank him all the time. Can I have my shampoo?”

“Let me wash your hair.”

“That’s just creepy.”

He smiled. “I won’t give it back otherwise.”

Desmond scowled. “I should file for harassment.”

“But you won’t. Sit down and let me wash your hair.”

“Right here.”

“Right there.”

He did as he was told and watched as Salai moved behind him and knelt, squirting the soap into his hand. He sat at the edge of the water’s stream and jumped when he felt Salai touch his head.

“Relax. You are too tense,” Salai practically purred in his ear.

He slowly relaxed as he let him work the shampoo into a thick lather. He actually groaned pleasurably—perhaps this is why Altair always showered with the two brothers. He felt his head loll forward and heard Salai chuckle quietly.

“Does this feel good?”

He hummed in response as those hands slid down to his shoulders and began massaging. He groaned again.

“You are too tense, Desmond. Do you never relax?”

“N’er had the chance.”

He could hear Salai smirk but didn’t particularly care at that moment as he let the beautiful boy give him a shoulder massage. He himself going limp the longer it wore on. Eventually, he was almost asleep, those glorious hands working the knots from his neck, when he thought he heard Shaun.

“Desmond? Are you in here?”

He could hear him walking closer through the haze of sleepiness and utter relaxation.

“Bloody—what the Hell—”

“Quiet,” Salai commanded. “You’ll wake him.”

He didn’t bother to try and tell him he was awake when those nails—perfect nails—began scratching his back. He hummed appreciatively.

“I—you—what the Hell are you doing to him!”

“Giving him the worship you have so dutifully failed to give him.”

He was in Heaven.

“I swear, if you’re pulling something—”

“I am simply giving him a back massage. I haven’t tried anything, have I?”

Desmond simply sighed contentedly.

“Yes, well, as convincing as that answer is, if you pull any sort of crap…”

“Yes, yes, you’ll kill me or cut off a limb or force me to have tea and biscuits with you, blah, blah, blah.”

It was several minutes more before he felt Salai pull him back and wash the soap from his hair. Desmond didn’t know someone could be this gentle, but he was beginning to realize why Altair enjoyed showering with others if he got this kind of treatment.

“There, all done.”

He hummed and leaned back as Salai went to move. He heard the boy chuckle behind him. It was several more minutes before he had any strength to move.

“Th’nk you.”

He felt a pair of arms wrap around his waist and a chin on his shoulder. Lips against his ear whispered, “I think we should make this a regular thing.”

“No,” he muttered. “Then it will lose its… Thing.”

Salai laughed. “Then you will let me do it again?”

“If I’m still around.” He cursed letting himself get so relaxed

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“You’re not going to commit sui—”

“Fuck no.”

“Then what are you doing?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

“You’re running away, aren’t you.”

He was silent.

“Why—surely you have a good life here?”

“I don’t want to be here. “

“Why not?”
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This anon is not going to have computer access tomorrow or most of Sat, but I will write as soon as I can! D: And Vacation Bible School is next work week. I will get it done--I promise!

Fail. D:

I will wait patiently for the next part! My f5 button needs a break anyway.

Ezio is such a good big brother, even if he is a slut. I love your Salai snark, and how he was integrated into the group! (I get the feeling that Shaun and Salai are gonna butt heads a lot more!) And Volpe! :D He knows all! And Leo made an appearance! XD

I don't want Des to run! It'll devastate his brothers and friends! D: ~~Malik and Shaun will kill him!~~ Though I like how you have him hinting at what he's gonna do and it going right over all of their heads except Salai. That boy needs to get Des to stay. (Though I almost get the feeling that he's gonna run away with Des.)

Seduction, foreplay, sex, with either of them speaking, and trying not to be too loud.

It could be because they're in a inappropriate place/situation/whatever!

Just have Ezio doing his dammest to wordlessly get the Arab to make some noise, and Atalir doing his dammest to be quiet.

Which mean: biting, teeth gritting, mouth-covering, desperate gasps and hands trying to grab anything to stay quiet.

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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt.3

Re: Brotherhood!Ezio/Altair, Hidden Blades

Re: Noor (4/?)

Rescue

Re: This is the fill, whoops! [2/2]

Re: Brotherhood!Ezio/Altair, Hidden Blades

Re: Ezio/Female Character Domination and Dirty Sex

Re: Ezio/Leonardo, falling in love with my best friend

OP

Re: Ezio/Female Character Domination and Dirty Sex

"minifill" pt 2

Re: Gimme!

Re: cipriano enu/francesco vecellio

Venezia hug + fourth wall breakage

Re: This is the fill, whoops! [2/2]

Re: OP

Re: OP

Fill - What Makes Art [1/1]

Yes, It will. 4/?

Yes, It will. 5/?

Yes, It will. 6/?

Yes, It will. 7/?

Re: Yes, It will. 1/?

^^^^^^^ Yes, It Will 8/?

Re: Yes, It will. 1/?

Ezio/Altair, Silence.