The Adventure Never Ends | By : A.K.O.Shifting-Shadow Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 2263 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter Nine: The Big Guns
The Templars had a new ally and a skilled one at that. Ezio and Desmond’s plans had been stalked multiple times by this un-named ally. Connor was less fortunate as he was obviously the main target; it was only thanks to Ezio that the Native American still lived. Ezio, the most childish of them all seemed to be the only one who could out think this new foe and it made Desmond more and more nervous. If Ezio was taken out Connor and him would be at a huge disadvantage. Fortunately Ezio knew this better than anyone and had stepped up their training, Desmond thought Altair was demanding but a worried Ezio was frightening, he was emotionless and pushy and for the first time in years he expected Desmond to fend for himself. Desmond knew the elder wasn’t far but also knew that he couldn’t be coddled, if anything happened to Ezio Desmond needed to know how to stand for himself. It was a harsh lesson but a necessary one.
So here he was hiding in town and watching yet another Templar meeting, alone. He had no doubt Connor and Ezio were not far but he couldn’t see them with his eagle vision which meant they were far enough that if anything did happen he’d be on his own for some time. Connor was the docks scouting the shipments that the Templars had called in but he had no idea where Ezio was, Desmond could only assumed Ezio was somewhere high watching them both.
The new Templar ally was a strange one, he was always alert and his face was always hidden. Desmond had the feeling that the man knew he was there but that was a ridiculous notion because if the Templar knew he was there he would have alerted the others. Still this Templar gave him a bad feeling and he had learned long ago that an assassin relied on his instincts, this newcomer was bad news. Currently the newcomer was making arrangements with the Templars that remained from their last attack, it seemed they wanted to head the assassin’s off and retaliate, judging by the confident posture the newcomer had it seemed the newcomer was the Templar’s exterminator.
One thing Desmond was superb at was stealth, unlike his elder lovers he didn’t like wearing robes and he didn’t like carrying so many weapons, it only slowed him down. Desmond preferred light weapons and light, casual armour and so he appeared to be just another civilian milling around. Only guards carried swords and bows, so Desmond carried an assortment of daggers hidden on his person, it meant that no-one knew he was armed and thus he wouldn’t be noticed until he was ready to be seen. It was one of the reasons why he had been able to get so close to the unsuspecting Templars, he was easy to ignore which was good for someone in his line of work.
He trailed them slowly and hid a smirk as he listened. Charles Lee was all in favour for leaving the assassin’s be, but the rest of them including Haytham were infuriated that they were beaten by three men. The newcomer barely spoke but Desmond detected a hint of a British accent, meaning this man was English and from the way he spoke he was experienced and a powerful figure in England. Desmond knew America would eventually rebel against English rule but he had to play this carefully, he could incite the British to act earlier than history dictated and harming this man and letting him live would mean trouble for him, Ezio, Connor and America. He had to play this game carefully and learn all he could and more importantly he’d have to take this Englishman out before he could harm their plans. Once it was clear the Templars would speak no more about business he made his escape and began the search for Ezio, he needed to tell the elder what he had learned and they needed to make plans.
Connor was easiest to find, the man was tailing a lone Templar and seemed to be planning to pickpocket, he’d help but Ezio wouldn’t approve, they had to do this alone. Connor noticed him long enough to smile and wave him off before returning to his task and Desmond chuckled, seemed Connor was enjoying himself and content to be alone. Desmond quickly scaled the wall and activated eagle vision searching for his allies. Connor glowed blue indicating that he was a friend and the guard he was trailing glowed red indicating he was an enemy. Desmond circled the roof and scanned the area until he found a tell-tale trace of blue, he was right Ezio was high and watching.
As he suspected Ezio was very aware of his arrival, the Italian pervert was leaning against a pillar with a smirk that sent shivers down Desmond’s spine. Seconds later he was in the elder’s arms having his breath sucked out by skilled lips and tongue. It took a few moments of pushing and muffled protests before he was released and allowed to speak. “The newcomer…” Desmond began breathily. “He’s the Templar’s personal assassin; I suspect he’s brought here for the sole purpose of killing us off. He sounds British and his accent is very posh and well-crafted, I believe he is a high ranking English official, which means if we have to kill him we need to plan it carefully and make it so no one knows it was us. Last thing we need is England retaliating at the death of one of its officials.”
Ezio smiled with pride. “You’ve done well.” He praised. “Now we must see what Connor had achieved.”
Desmond hid a shy smile by glancing to the side and out of the arched window to watch the crowd. “I don’t know how long he’ll be, when I saw him he was trailing one of the guards, I think he was going to pickpocket.”
Ezio hummed. “So we have some time.” Desmond didn’t even have to guess about what the Italian was thinking, Ezio had a one track mind. Ezio chuckled at his glare before pinning him to the ground before Desmond could even blink. “I wonder how long I can tease you before our friend returns, hmm?”
“Ezio!” Desmond protested as the Italian started tugging at his clothes. Even with both his hands free Desmond couldn’t push the older male away, he was simply to strong and heavy, which was so not fair! “Ezio, we can’t! Connor will be here soon and we have work to do!”
“Yes, work… but who says work can’t mix with pleasure.” Ezio answered before he suddenly smirked, Desmond eyed the elder warily. “So Desmond let’s train your ears next, hmm? I want you to concentrate on the nearest conversation and relay every single word to me.” Desmond gasped as his steadily growing erection was freed and grasped in a hot palm. “And I am going to try everything I can to distract you. If you can last as long as it takes Connor to return I’ll allow you to top me tonight, if you lose I will have you anywhere I like, however I like.”
“No…deal!” Desmond protested.
Ezio merely smirked. “Concentrate, little one. What do you hear?”
Desmond tried to glare but Ezio’s slowly moved his hand and successfully blanked Desmond’s mind. With a small whimper Desmond reluctantly reached out to listen to the nearest person until he heard a low murmur. He couldn’t hear any words however so sent a pleading look to the elder. Ezio raised an eyebrow and sped up his hand making Desmond arch with a pleasured cry. He forced himself to listen more carefully but still only heard a few murmurs. “Ezio…I can’t.” He pleaded. “I can’t hear a thing.”
“You can and you will or I win.” Ezio challenged.
Desmond whimpered a little before trying to concentrate on the nearest people. He heard the low murmur and tried to eavesdrop. He gave another pleading look to his Italian lover but Ezio just smirked. He reached out again but once more was met with muffled mumbles. “Ezio, I really can’t.”
Ezio smiled softly and gently kissed Desmond’s shoulder before he spoke. “You can, I have faith in you little one.”
Desmond smiled softly at the affectionate words and hugged Ezio’s body to him enjoying the bigger man’s warmth. He breathed heavily through the pleasure and hid a fond if exasperated smile by burying his head into Ezio’s thick robes.
Slowly Desmond reached out with his mind, using Ezio’s calm breathing and solid presence as support and guidance. Ezio held him closer as if sensing this and Desmond hummed a little as his fingers tightened into the thick cloth. Desmond slowly began to sense something, it came over him like a waves over a sandy beach, slow but unstoppable. His nose was filled with horse, sweat and dust but there was a unique odour that was overwhelmingly familiar. Spice, the smell of it so strong it almost made him want to sneeze, his body felt warm as if it was being embraced or covered with another’s warmth, warmth that did not come from Ezio.
Trust me, Habibi; reach out with your senses.
The voice so clear and so loud could belong to no-one else but Altair. The Arabian was there with them, somehow, somewhere and he was helping Desmond obey Ezio. Desmond somehow ‘knew’ how to reach out with his senses, it was if another was controlling or pushing him to do something he’d never learned before and it was so intimate it had him gasping with emotion. His fingers clenched in Ezio’s clothes as he resisted trying to reach out for someone who clearly wasn’t there in physical form and he obeyed his eldest lover hoping that somehow, someway he could help Altair regain his physical body or at least to make him stay with Desmond and Ezio. Altair’s essence twined with his as if sensing Desmond’s desire and gently pushed Desmond’s mind towards his task. Slowly the conversation below became clearer and clearer but Desmond only paid a little attention to it, the rest of his mind focused on what he felt inside. The intimate touch of Altair’s mind was overwhelming and for the very first time he could truly see who Altair was, he could feel the strength of Altair’s will and see the emotions Altair tried to hide and suppress. For the first time Desmond could see who the man truly was and he loved it, he loved the adoration and lust he felt from Altair’s very spirit and he loved the compassion and care Altair felt towards their youngest. Desmond often complained at being treated as a weakling or as a child but he knew they loved him and knew they did it to protect him, but nothing could have prepared him for the sheer amount of devotion his eldest lover felt. Altair felt so strongly that making a mistake or hurting Desmond felt like being killed, his heart would clench at every sad expression Desmond showed and sometimes Altair could be bought to tears just seeing Desmond in danger where Altair could not save him. It was the purest form of lover Desmond knew and it made Desmond want Altair more, he wanted to be in Altair’s arms and he wanted Altair to know he felt the same way too.
Desmond whimpered softly as Altair seemed to recede he tried to stop it, tried to reach out but instead just ending up holding tightly to Ezio. He rested his head against Ezio’s shoulder panting from the sheer intimate experience of having shared his mind with someone else. His fingers clenched tightly to Ezio’s robes, to the point that his fingers turned white. It was only then he noticed Ezio’s body was tense too; both lovers looked at each other with something akin to shock and adoration. Ezio’s eyes were black, his pupils expanded with lust and devotion and Desmond realised his eyes must have reflected similar emotions because Ezio’s eyes seemed to darken even more, if that was even possible.
The kiss they shared was by far the greatest they’d ever had. It was if they were trying to suck the breath from each other, almost as if they were trying to reassure themselves that at least one of their lovers was with them. Ezio literally tore the clothes of Desmond’s body desperate for more skin on skin contact. Desmond had little choice but to lay back and let Ezio have his way, he could barely keep up with Ezio and there was no way he had the strength or will to make Ezio slow.
They moved as if it was instinct and perhaps it was, it felt like that for Desmond. He knew what was coming and was already mentally and physically prepared for his lover’s touch. His body heated rapidly, his blood rushed to his head and another place as Ezio played his body like a finely tuned instrument. Desmond arched up under lips, tongue and teeth, asking for more without words since his voice had quickly abandoned him. Ezio couldn’t get enough, tasting and touching every part of Desmond and watching as Desmond became mindless under the assault. Desmond knew what Ezio was waiting for and had he had enough presence of mind he would have told Ezio he didn’t need to wait but instead he could only moan and arch begging for Ezio to stop playing. Ezio ignored Desmond’s whining pleas and waited for Desmond to become mindless with pleasure, only then would he risk breaching Desmond with fingers. Of course Desmond was beyond ready by the time Ezio took the initiative, he barely even felt the digits until they touched something that drowned him in pure pleasurable sensation.
Had they not been so involved in each other they may have noticed their third companion reaching them and they should have heard Connor’s surprised gasp before hearing him slip away out of sight. Instead the two lovers continued oblivious to the interruption as Ezio finally entered Desmond’s needy body. Desmond whimpered slightly at the feeling of being overly full but it was an exquisite feeling, it made him feel complete, whole. He hugged Ezio tightly and shifted his hips letting Ezio know he was ready. The elder man hummed against his hair and scalp before he used his powerful body to keep Desmond still and to pull back from Desmond’s exquisite body. Desmond gasped in complaint despite knowing what was coming before moaning as Ezio began a punishing pace. This wasn’t a slow, teasing joining, this was two lovers desperate for pleasure and wanting to be tied together. They needed this, they needed to be in each other’s arms taking what they wanted from their lover’s body and holding on to each other tightly to reassure themselves that this was real, that they were really there.
Ezio wouldn’t let Desmond finish. He held Desmond tightly and tried to drag out their activity as if afraid that once they reached completion they would vanish into thin air. Desmond clung desperately to Ezio, whimpering with the need to release, he wanted to stay here forever in Ezio’s arms but he didn’t have the stamina or will to keep going for as long as Ezio could.
Slowly as if to answer Desmond’s distress the smell of spice and leather returned, it curled around their noses as warmth filled their lower bodies. It seemed like such a small thing, but the knowledge that Altair was there and somehow aware of them sent both over the edge, they clung tightly to each other as they muffled their cries of release into each other’s shoulders.
By the time they had recollected themselves the smell and intimate sensations were gone. Neither said a word but both knew Altair was there somewhere watching over them both. Ezio cleaned them up and pulled Desmond to his feet. Without being asked Ezio embraced Desmond tightly not saying a word. Desmond didn’t mention just how tightly Ezio was holding him, it was clear Ezio was just as deeply affected by the experience as Desmond was and Desmond wasn’t going to complain if Ezio needed the affection, he needed it too.
There was just one person missing but he wasn’t really gone, they both knew that now more than ever.
Connor returned several moments later, obviously having heard the lack of moans and flesh slapping against flesh. The two lovers seemed to realise he had witnessed their emotional moment but Connor did not allow them to become embarrassed, he simply told them it was time to head home and gave them a fond, warm smile before turning away. If the two lovers took a little longer to follow him, he said nothing, and he didn’t question why the two men rode the same horse, with Desmond in Ezio’s lap. He somehow knew that the two lovers needed to be close.
Had they all looked back at the tower they’d have seen a hooded figure looking down at them and a soft smile forming on scarred lips.
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