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Scars
I do not own Assassin’s Creed XP. Warning: - There is violence, mature language and fluffiness! Read at your own risk! Enjoy!Desmond gasped as cold hands gripped his waist. He shivered as the cool hands slowly explored his stomach and chest; slim fingers harshly pinched his nubs. Desmond arched crying out at the pain, too sleepy for it to turn into pleasure. “Altair, no.” He whispered, trying to turn away. Cold bands around his wrists stopped him along with claw like fingers digging into his sides. His eyes slid open in shock only to be met by darkness. He turned his head from side to side trying to remove the darkness but the blindfold had been tied too securely. How had he not been aware of someone tying him up?
“Ah, good to see you awake, Desmond.” Desmond froze, at the familiar voice, flinching as nails scratched down his sides. “Maria! You’re supposed to be in the dungeons!” He cried out. “Where are Ezio and Altair?” He asked. “Oh, Altair’s safe, busy talking to Malik and as for Ezio. I’ll deal with him later.” Maria stated, her hands turned gentle as she gently stroked his skin, but Desmond was repulsed by the cold touch. “How did you get out?” Desmond asked forcing himself to remain calm, panicking would just make the situation worse, the only thing he could do was pray Ezio or Altair returned or another assassin passed by. “Easy enough, not every assassin appreciates a homosexual leader. I convinced them that I could save Altair and they released me. Finding this room was easy too.” She stated in a clearly smug tone. He felt her breath by his ear and knew she had lowered herself so her mouth was by his ear. “Do you know this bed you sleep on, is the very same bed he took me on?” She asked with a grin. “I used to live in this room alongside Altair. It was easy to find it again. Keeping you asleep however was more difficult. You were flinching in your sleep every time I got too close. Fortunately I knew where some special herbs were. I just had to burn those until you breathed in the smoke and then I had you.” She boasted. “You won’t get away with this.” Desmond stated. “Altair won’t thank you.” “Oh, he will. When your influence is gone he’ll see how wrong he was. But first I have to get rid of you.” She replied. “I was just going to slit your throat and be done with it. But when I saw your body I realised why Altair had defied God. You are sin, Desmond. To stop Altair loving you even in death, I must destroy your beauty.” She stated calmly as if she wasn’t talking about maiming someone. “Maria.” Desmond pleaded. “Don’t do this.” “Scared?” She asked, amused. “You should be.” He felt her soft, but cold hand rub over his naked skin. She started with his stomach, her hand lowering coming close to his penis, but her hand passed and lowered to his leg. She gently stroked his calves and thighs before her hand moved up. Desmond flinched as she suddenly gripped his flesh in a firm grip, bordering on painful. She slowly pumped and Desmond felt his skin heat up in humiliation as his body betrayed him and slowly became erect. She hummed softly. “Where should I begin, Desmond? Should I start here with the flesh he’s pleasured and been pleasured with?” She asked. “Maria…” Desmond begged, not wanting to be castrated. She said nothing, instead she worked his flesh until he was fully erect. Her hand slid to his balls and she gently weighed them as if analysing them. He tried to bring his legs up to protect himself but cold metal bands stopped his progress. Desmond swallowed when he realised this, he could not move. She could do whatever she wanted and he would be defenceless, unable to stop her. “Please.” He begged. “Don’t do this. This isn’t what Altair would want!” This seemed to snap her out of her thoughts and she surged up, both hands slamming into the bed either side of his head. Her dark eyes met his in fury. “What Altair would want? The Altair you know is not the true Altair! The real Altair, the man I knew would never go for a man. He will thank me for freeing him!” She ranted. Then suddenly she seemed to calm and Desmond found himself more scared of the calm silence than anything else. One of her hands gently stroked his face, her legs coming up to rest either side of his stomach, straddling him. Her other hands slid beneath the pillow and Desmond tensed. “Such a pretty face.” She whispered. “Maria, please.” He begged fearfully. The woman didn’t answer, instead he heard a sharp sound and pain filled him. He cried out in shock and fear. “You will pay!”Altair froze in front of his brother assassin’s. They had been talking about the trial when he had stopped. Malik frowned and stood to approach his friend. “What is wrong?” Altair didn’t know what was wrong but he felt that one of his lovers needed him, only one lover was alone and defenceless. Desmond. With that thought he fled the room, heedless of the assassin’s calling his name. He ignored the racing footsteps behind him. He needed to get to Desmond.
Ezio was laying chilled out on a rooftop, he’s been exploring more of Masyaf, learning all its wondrous secrets. He’d already worked out several hiding places and challenges for himself and his lovers, now he just had to suggest their next lessons.
The Italian assassin would have smiled but he had been feeling more and more anxious and he was unsure why he was feeling this. His lovers were safe. Altair was with the head assassins and Desmond was… Desmond was alone. Defenceless. Without another thought the man was racing across the rooftops.Desmond whimpered in pain, as he felt his skin sliced open. He didn’t know where she had cut him, he could only feel the blood flow and the pain. He thought he had a cut on his jaw and at least two on his face, but he couldn’t focus. He stopped begging moments ago, she wasn’t going to listen, besides he was starting to believe her, how could his lovers love him now he was scared. He was ugly and tainted. What’s more he was weak, how could he let a woman chain him to the bed like this and harm him? Altair and Ezio would have never been caught like this. He was just a burden.
Maria screeched her voice breaking through his self-pity, he heard and felt her body impact the wall across the room. Gentle, firm hands were placed either side of his face and the most beautiful sound embraced him. Altair’s voice. “It’s okay, habibi. I’m here now.” Desmond felt himself being released from his chains and he weakly gripped his older lover too tired to do anything else. Altair pulled Desmond tightly into his arms, his head resting on Desmond’s head. Gentle hands touched Desmond’s back and he flinched scared. “It’s okay, Desmond it’s just Malik.” Altair said softly. Desmond relaxed wordlessly trusting Altair to take care of him. He listened as the mad woman screeched and was dragged away. He heard a gasp. “He’s going to need anti-septic herbs and medicine. Get my equipment immediately.” Malik ordered. “Altair, I need warm water and lots of cloths. Ezio, get me some hot drinking water.” He listened to the two older men moving around. Ezio paused at the doorway but after a few moments he had strolled down the hallway and out of ear range of Desmond. Careful hands removed the blindfold from his eyes, but Desmond couldn’t open his eyes, everything stung. “Poor thing.” Malik mumbled, his hands gentle traced Desmond eyes and he realised Maria had cut him through the blindfold as well. He wondered how the blindfold had remained on if it was cut but he could only surmise that she had done small cuts to avoid removing and badly damaging the blindfold. Altair returned and quickly embraced him. “Desmond.” Malik called, his hand tilting Desmond’s face in his direction. “This is going to hurt, but once it’s over you’ll feel much better. Do you understand?” Desmond couldn’t verbally answer so weakly nodded his head. He listened to the almost silent steps of several assassins’ around him, he was absentmindedly aware he was naked but he was too weak to worry about his modesty. “I’m about to start now, okay Desmond?” Malik stated, Altair tightened his arms carefully around Desmond as the boy nodded. Pain filled Desmond’s senses moments later but Desmond couldn’t scream, he was so tired. Altair held him as tightly and as gently as he could. Malik worked as quickly as he could whilst remaining gentle, Desmond knew that the assassin didn’t want to cause pain by the tenseness of his movements and Desmond didn’t blame the man but he couldn’t tell Malik that, he couldn’t speak he could only whimper and silently cry at each touch. Desmond didn’t know how long it went on, he could only remember a haze of pain. But slowly he had become more aware, the treated wounds were numb and slowly beginning to heal. Altair gently kissed his forehead, gently rubbing his arm in comfort. Desmond sighed ad relaxed into the Arab’s arms. “I’ve cleaned out your wounds.” Malik stated quietly, bringing everyone’s attention back to him. “I’ve placed a special herbal ointment on them to prevent infection and encourage healing. The ointment must be applied every morning and night and then wrapped up tightly and securely.” He instructed. “I will check up the wounds every day. As for your eyes, I will do the best I can, fortunately the wounds seem to be flesh wounds rather than deep wounds, but I’ve wrapped them up for now. I suggest keeping them wrapped up and not using his eyes for a while.” “Is he blind?” Ezio asked, his hand gently running through Desmond’s hair. “I do not think so, but seeing was difficult for him at the moment which is why I suggest you let the wounds heal before allowing him to use his eyes again.” Malik answered. “Thank you, Malik.” Altair stated. “It is no problem Altair, I just wished we had stopped Maria before she could have done this.” Malik answered. “You and me both.” Ezio snarled. “She better be getting what she deserves.” “There were witnesses, even if someone wanted to save her they cannot. She physically assaulted someone with the intentions to maim and kill, she will be sentenced to death.” Malik replied. “Good.” Ezio replied. “I’ll leave you three alone, but before I go, I suggest that you don’t leave Desmond alone. Maria’s not dead yet and she had help getting out of jail, she has allies.” Malik warned. “Thank you.” Altair answered. “We’ll do just that. Stay safe, Malik.” Malik hummed and disappeared through the doorway leaving Desmond alone with his two older lovers. Desmond sighed snuggling into his Arab lover’s arms. “I’m sorry I wasn’t with you. I thought you’d be safe.” The man apologised. “You’ve got nothing to be sorry for. It thought I was safe too.” Desmond whispered, his voice too weak and sore to talk properly. “I should have stayed with you.” Ezio murmured. Desmond twitched a little as Altair slowly moved back, laying on the pillows with Desmond safely in his arms. Desmond felt the bed moved and heard the rustle of cloth as Ezio moved to lay beside them. Desmond relaxed smiling a little at the gentle, cautious movements of both men’s hands. It was if they thought he would break in seconds. “You shouldn’t need to watch over me constantly.” Desmond muttered in reply, his own response chilled his heart, reminding him that he was a burden. And now he was a flawed and tainted burden. How could they love him? How could they touch him with such care when he was so scarred? “I don’t need to watch over you constantly.” Ezio admitted. “But I want to.” He added. “You’re my treasure, Desmond, I’d do anything for you my beauty.” Desmond didn’t say anything, he doubted he was ‘beautiful’. He snuggled deeper into Altair’s robes desperate to just pretend if just for a moment, that he was safe and loved. Gentle fingers rubbed at his temple, “What are you thinking, innamorato?” “Nothing.” “It cannot be nothing if it troubles you so deeply.” Ezio replied. “Come now, Amore Mio, you can tell me.” Fingers found one of his scars and Desmond winced pulling away. “Ah.” Ezio mumbled in realisation. “The scars.” “Do you really believe we’d be put off by the scars?” Altair asked. “We’re just as scarred. I thought I would not find anyone who would accept me for who I am scars and all. Even Maria would cringe at some of my scars. When you both accepted me scars and all, I thought my heart would burst from my chest in adoration and love. You gave me hope and taught me that I wasn’t ugly.” “You accepted us both, even our scars, do you really think we’d turn on you because you have scars?” Ezio asked. “I still think you’re beautiful.” He murmured into Desmond’s ear. Altair shifted until Desmond was between his legs, the man’s scarred lip nibbled and sucked gently upon the nearest exposed cut. Desmond gasped at the tingling pain he felt, it was not painful and he quite liked the feeling. He tried to move away, but firm hands gripped him keeping him in place. Another mouth gently sucked and licked another wound, Ezio’s hand slipped to his hip, gently caressing the skin in a soft, loving motion. Desmond didn’t know where it was coming from, but the two older men’s actions bought sobs from him. He felt the tears that he had held back through it all, welling up until he finally burst. Ezio and Altair embraced him between themselves holding him as he sobbed out his fear, horror, terror, humiliation and sadness. “He’s almost asleep.” Desmond twitched at the muttered sentence, he felt heavy and tired, the bandage around his eyes was drenched with tears. He just wanted to curl into his lovers and forget today had ever happened. The two men seemed to realise it, for one moment he was sat upright in Altair’s lap and the next he was laying curled up between the two larger men. One of them bought the covers all the way up to his neck and finally Desmond was engulfed in comforting warmth. “Rest, Habibi.” “Goodnight Innamorato.” Desmond smiled sleepily as two kisses were placed upon him. His last thought before he fell asleep was of how much he loved his two assassins’.A/N: - Evil, Evil Maria and Poor, Poor Desmond. And Awesome, Awesome Assassins! I hope the fluffy moment at the end brings smiles to your faces! It bought a smile to mine. XD
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