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Puppet's Design	By : TrainWreck Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 4237 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Assassin's Creed and I certainly make no money off of this FAN fiction.

Chapter List
- 1-Puppet's Design
- 2-Monster Cake
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To all those who are enjoying the story, thank you and I’m glad you like it.
I just wanted to say that I’m sorry about the lack of an update. I actually started this chapter a few days after the first one but circumstances beyond my control caused it and every story file I’ve written to be lost. Between losing all the work, my second set of classes starting up and Christmas I lost track of time. Hopefully, this and the next chapter will make up for it.
Oh! Just thought I’d mention that Altaïr, Malik and Desmond look like them from ACI and Ezio from ACII
            Why was it so bright so early in the morning? Desmond didn’t know but he wanted that sun to get the hell out of his bedroom. He threw the blanket over his face, hoping to block out the light, only for it to get yanked off said face a moment later.
            “Wake up, sleepy head!” Why was this person that jovial this early in the morning?
            Desmond mumbled something that sounded very articulate in his mind though it came out sounding more like the blundered words of a drunken person and then threw his arm over his head- only to smell bacon. Hazel eyes peeked out from under a tanned and tattooed forearm. The sight of a plate of bacon being waved under his nose had Desmond sitting up and then groaning as he fell back down onto the bed, not prepared for the pain in his backside at all.
            It was at this point that he was coherent enough to remember what had happened the night before with Altaïr and Malik. Oh, good. Carefully sitting up, Desmond stared at the broadly grinning Kadar and could only shake his head. “You certainly are cheerful,” he grumbled as he took the plate. Desmond couldn’t even pretend to be that happy, not even with a game controller in one hand and coffee in the other.
             “How could I not be? I get to spend the day with my best bud! Well, second to Malik.” Kadar replied, his afterthought trailing off at the end.
             “Speaking of Malik,” started Desmond after he had swallowed. “How did you get him to let you off from school?”
             The puppy eyes that Desmond received made one of his eyebrows twitch. Damn Kadar and his amazing puppy-ness! “I had a doctor’s appointment this morning,” he started as he added a pout. “I got off the rest of the day with this,” and they both knew he meant the adorable face. That kid was easily the only person in the whole world who Malik would give in to with barely a thought about it.
             …Wait… “’This morning’?” Desmond glanced over to his bedside clock and realized he was eating brunch not breakfast. “Holy shit!” It couldn’t have been later then nine or ten the night before when he fell asleep. At least that explained why it was so bright out. He was brought out of his reverie of lamented time by sweat pants hitting him in the face. Desmond brushed them away before they could fall into his half eaten eggs and bacon and then caught the matching grey T-shirt tossed at his head, not wanting to get walloped again. “Wha-“
             Kadar was still grinning as he turned back to Desmond. “Don’t worry, I know you can’t go anywhere.”
             For a few glorious hours Desmond and Kadar were veritable children. They had colored with crayons, used up all the glue in papery arts and crafts (though most of the colored paper was now glued to their clothes), painted pictures (which also ended up on them when they got into a paint war) and then finally decided to make chocolate cake… from scratch. Between all of the “flavorful” ingredients that they added (“chocolate and peanut butter go great together!” “Oooo, let’s add marshmallows!”) and not knowing what the hell they were doing it came out looking like a present Kadar’s cat might leave him.
             Desmond and Kadar shared a look. “Uhh, you taste it,” Desmond decided as he pushed Kadar towards the pan that now sat atop the stove.
             “What? Why me?! I don’t want to die!”
             “Scared?” Desmond mischievously grinned. “I dare you.”
             This had Kadar narrowing his eyes. “No way.”
             “Double dog dare you.”
             There was silence a moment followed by pursed lips from the darker male. “No.”
             “Triple dog dare you!”
             The look on Kadar’s face was a mix between ghastly, horror and what the fuck. “Fine!” A grumbled “stupid bastard” had Desmond giggling like a girl while Kadar forked up some of the cake. With a suspicious look to the offending food, he quickly tasted it, prepared for the worst. All was quiet for several long seconds and then suddenly Kadar turned to Desmond, that same odd expression from before crossing his face. “It’s… It’s… It’s delicious!”
             In response, both of Desmond’s eyebrows went up and without permission he grabbed Kadar’s fork and took his own bite. “I’m shocked,” he muttered in awe. A whole-corner-of-the-cake later and they had promptly decided that it would be kept, despite it lacking in anything… visually appealing. Checking the clock on the wall, Desmond let off a little sigh. He had really enjoyed his time, too, but the clock told him that Ezio, Altaïr and Malik would be home very soon.
             Catching the time for himself, Kadar quickly turned back to Desmond. “Let’s watch a movie!” The two settled onto the couch, curled up against the other and covered with a large blue blanket as they enjoyed the movie. Kadar and Malik would probably stay for dinner but then Desmond would be left with his brothers and they were both too weird to be around for long amounts of time.
             Stuck in his head, he didn’t notice that Kadar had shifted until the apex of his legs was being palmed. Hazel eyes quickly turned to innocent blue that definitely were not innocent as mouths were suddenly touching. It wasn’t like the two had never done anything before so Desmond quickly returned the kiss. It was broken only when Kadar yanked the sweat pants out of his way and then slid under the blanket.
             Desmond was still unable to say anything as the other used now-slicked hands and a warm, wet mouth to bring him to full mast. Thanks to the blanket he couldn’t see anything but he could feel it and oh damn! What a way to feel… His head fell against the back of the couch and his eyes shut to the world as the tip of his penis was assaulted so beautifully. Teeth, tongue and lips worked in tandem, circling, nibbling, licking and sucking until the first taste of precum beaded on the tip. A loud gasp left the slightly tanned male as he was almost deep-throated. When had Kadar been practicing? As strong and calloused grip suddenly surrounded his balls, Desmond nearly came right there.
             Good thing he didn’t, though, as the sound of the front door opening made his eyes pop open and Kadar pause his movements.
             “Desmond?” Altaïr stood in the living room doorway, flanked by Ezio. “Where’s Kadar?”
             Feeling his throat go dry, especially when the pleasure suddenly started back up, Desmond swallowed then licked his lips while trying to regain his voice. “He’s… uhh… Kadar is –mmm- in the bathroom?” He mentally cursed at how obvious the lie came out.
             A brow rose on Altaïr’s forehead before he shook his head and walked away while Ezio headed into the kitchen to prepare dinner. At the sound of fading footsteps, Desmond knew that Altaïr was headed to his bedroom to change. The blanket was thrown off and he went to hiss at Kadar about giving him a blowjob while talking to his brothers but the sight of full, stretched lips sliding and groping his hardness had the words in the pleasured boy’s throat clashing together and instead coming out as a moan.
             Hearing the sound, Kadar sped up his advances, wanting to make Desmond cum before Altaïr or Ezio returned and found them out. Well, they technically already knew the two had fooled around before but it was more fun pretending they were trying to hide it. As carefully as a rushed boy could, Kadar slid a finger into Desmond’s still healing hole and then quite viciously rubbed at that one gland that made spots appear in Desmond’s vision followed by a handful of warm, salty squirts that were easily gulped down by the learned mouth. A slight squeak of surprise left Kadar when he was swiftly lip-locked again. Hearing Altaïr returning, Kadar flopped back onto the couch and Desmond yanked up his pants then pretended to be watching the rolling credits of the movie.
             Altaïr stopped in the living room doorway again, his brows now furrowed at not only the sight of Kadar but a blushing little brother as well –and were they both panting? He smirked to himself as he guessed what had happened –explained why the blanket was now across the room- prior to heading for the kitchen where he joined Ezio.
             “Kadar was under the blanket,” the middle brother hadn’t even looked up from what he was doing.
             Altaïr snorted in a “duh” way.
             Thirty minutes later found the boys, now joined by Malik who had showed up not long after Altaïr and Ezio, seated around the kitchen table and eating dinner. It was a pleasant affair but that’s only because no one fought, which was nice because, for once, Desmond would not be nursing Ezio’s wounds while Altaïr sulked for losing to Malik. Once dinner was finished, Kadar and Desmond quickly stood up, causing the others to look at them, and then brought the cake to the table.
             “Mio dio! Che diavolo è?! (My god! What the hell is that?!)” Ezio cried out, his face scrunching up as he leaned back from the cake.
             With a glare sent at Ezio Desmond explained the little backstory of the monster cake and when no one wanted to try the cake it was Ezio who was punished for making fun of it in the first place. Of course, it took both Kadar and Desmond and a chase through several rooms before they were able to get it into the middle brother’s mouth. After that, all it took were merely the amazing powers of Kadar’s puppy eyes on Malik and words like “coward,” “wuss,” and “chicken” on Altaïr to get both of them to try it. All in all, the cake was gone that night.
             Once the kitchen was cleaned, Malik and Kadar bid their goodbyes and the three who were left headed into the backyard. The sun was just barely setting, splaying the sky with red, orange, pink and yellow and giving Altaïr and Ezio the perfect backdrop for a play fight. Desmond sat on a lounging swing under the canopy on the patio and simply watched the brothers attack each other with abandon. He was only lucky that he didn’t have to train with the elder for today because of what had gone on last night. Thank goodness; he had enough bruises for now.
             The two were at it for at least an hour and it was clear that Altaïr wasn’t the elder brother only in blood, though Ezio still put up a good fight. Against anyone else, he would have won, but really, only Malik can beat Altaïr. Desmond grinned at Ezio as the middle brother pouted while flopping down beside him. “Actually thought you’d win this time?”
             “How could I not?” Ezio whined. “I’m gorgeous! The gorgeous man always wins!”
             This only caused Desmond to snort. “You just admitted that Altaïr is more gorgeous than you.”
             Ezio’s pout returned ten-fold but promptly disappeared as he was wacked in the back of the head. “Hey!” The smirk that Altaïr sent him had him fuming and glowering at the elder. “Don’t be jealous because you’re old.”
             The smirk dropped and Ezio had a three second start before Altaïr gave chase, Desmond’s laughter following behind them.
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