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Punishment
I do not own assassin’s creed T.T.Desmond frowned stumbling as he unseeingly followed his fingers. He kept his hand in contact with the wall, unsure where he was. Each step was taken with great caution. Desmond was unsure where he was going; he had no true idea about why he had chosen to leave Altair’s rooms. He was defenceless and in a building where some Assassin’s would be happy to see him dead. It was a stupid idea to leave the older assassin’s rooms but he couldn’t turn back, he had lost track of where he was.
Firm hands gripped his arm and pulled him from the wall. “Easy there.” A voice stated. “You were heading directly for the stairs.” The unknown person stated. Desmond flushed, in this state he would have fallen and received a lot of damage. “Thank you.” “Should you be travelling alone when you cannot see?” Desmond blushed in embarrassment. “Ah, I see. You got fed up of lazing around.” Hands gently guided him along the corridor, “Is there anyone in particular who you need to see or I can take you to?” “I guess you can take me to Ezio or Altair.” Desmond replied after a moment. “Altair?” The person asked in amusement. “Then you must be Desmond. I am Darim.” “Darim? Are you Altair’s son?” Desmond asked. “Yes.” ‘Darim’ answered. “Has my father told you of us?” Desmond cocked his head thoughtfully trying to think of a viable answer, after all he could not tell them he lived some of Altair’s life now, could he? Finally after a few moments Desmond spoke. “Sort of.” “Sort of?” Another voice parroted in amusement. “It seems Altair hasn’t been telling the whole truth.” “Sef?” Desmond asked. “Ah, you know me. Tell me what my father told you?” Sef asked eagerly. “Not much.” Desmond replied hiding his face. The only time he had known of Sef was of Altair talking to people about the child and then Abbas confessing he had the boy killed under Altair’s supposed orders. Even Altair did not know of what he had seen, Desmond could not bear telling the older man of what was to come. Besides could he tell the man without changing time? “Desmond!” Desmond barely had time to blink, his unseeing eyes turning in an attempt to see the approaching figure. In moments he was lifted into a male’s arm. “Don’t you dare go off like that again! What if something had happened Innamarato? What if no one had been there?” Desmond blushed as he was covered with gentle kisses, the Italian man muttering all the while about Desmond’s silly behaviour. “You are the new Italian. My father’s lover.” Darim stated. “Si! I am Ezio and this beauty is Desmond.” Ezio introduced chuckling as Desmond hid his face into Ezio’s chest. “It is a pleasure. I am Darim and this is my brother Sef.” Darim introduced. “I must formally apologise for my mother’s appalling behaviour and I hope you will not judge us by her evil actions.” “Please, do not fear. I do not blame you because of your mother’s atrocious behaviour.” Ezio replied. “Desmond!” Desmond sighed at Altair’s voice, his feet stampeding over to them. Moments later he was being held securely in strong arms. “Don’t even wander off alone again!” He ordered clearly agitated and upset. “I’m sorry.” Desmond whispered, upset that he had worried his older lovers. Altair said nothing; instead he hid his face in Desmond’s hair, assuring himself that Desmond was safe. “He would have fallen down the stairs if we had not come by when we did father. But do not worry he is safe.” Darim stated. Altair flinched and Desmond knew he was in trouble. “Thank you my sons. We have much to catch up on but for now I must talk to my lover.” The tone of voice clearly told Desmond that he was in for an ass whooping. “Of course father. But don’t be too hard on Desmond; he was obviously bored and unable to stay in one place. I would be happy to escort him if neither of you are available.” Darim answered. “I hope I have not got you in too much trouble, Desmond. Perhaps we can speak later and get to know each other.” “It would be a pleasure.” Desmond replied. Altair stated fair wells to his sons then led his two lovers back to their quarters. The moment that Altair stopped, Desmond knew they were back at their rooms and that he was in trouble. The elder assassin remained silent and even Ezio remained silent for some time. Desmond felt more fear at their continued silence. The assassin’s rarely ignored him or stopped speaking to him. The longer they were silent the more he feared them, they were truly angry with him. The only time they remained this silent was when they were tracking a target. Strong hands grabbed him wrenching him from his thoughts. His perception of the world swirled as he was moved quickly. At first he wasn’t sure what had happened, without his sight he was dis-oriented. A hand gently rubbed his clothed bottom and he realised what was about to happen. He was bent over one of his lover’s legs about to get a spanking! He tried to get back up but a firm hand easily pressed on his shoulders forcing him to remain where he was. Desmond realising he could not escape focused on the hand stroking his backside, he realised instantly who was about to spank him because the hand only had three fingers and one thumb, it was Altair. The older assassin growled and the hand lifted before falling back down. Desmond gasped and wiggled trying to get free but Altair easily held him firm, despite the fact Desmond was trying to push himself up with his hands on Altair’s leg. The man’s single hand easily overpowered Desmond’s struggles and the blows rained down upon Desmond’s backside. “You could have been hurt.” Altair snapped angrily. Desmond flushed in embarrassment, he felt embarrassed, upset and guilty. He knew what he’d done was stupid but he could not keep relying on his older lovers just to move around! He said as much but the older men were too angry to care; besides they obviously liked his reliance upon them. “What if you had fallen down the stairs or come across an assassin that didn’t care for you? What would you have done?” Altair stated but it was clear he did not want an answer. The older assassin was overcome with anger. Normally Altair was the most calm out of the three of them, but not this time. “I’m sorry!” Desmond cried out, his bottom was incredibly sore and each blow seemed to become harder and harder. He could feel tears welling in his eyes at the pain and his older lovers words. “Please, stop!” He whimpered at another blow and clenched his eyes shut waiting for another but when none came he dared to let out the breath he’d been holding. Altair’s hand gently rubbed Desmond’s clothed bottom and Desmond whimpered as the fabric rubbed against his sore backside. “You won’t do it again will you?” Altair asked quietly. Desmond flinched at the older man’s silent tone that meant one of two things, either he was calming down or he was becoming more dangerous. “I promise I won’t do it again.” Desmond bit out trying to keep his voice from shaking. Altair sighed and allowed Desmond to right himself before pulling the younger man down onto his lap. Desmond bit back a whimper as he sat; he snuggled into his lover hoping it was over. Altair sighed again gently rubbing Desmond’s hair. “You scared us Desmond.” He stated softly. Altair rarely spoke of his true feelings; even in front of his lovers he was sometimes withdrawn but now he was speaking the truth and Desmond could hear the fear and terror in the older man’s voice. “Don’t you dare worry us like that again? I don’t know what I would have done if you’d been hurt.” “Did you ever think of that?” Ezio asked, speaking for the first time in a while as he sat next to Altair. “What if we’d found you in a bloody pile at the bottom of the stairs or badly hurt thanks to one of Maria’s associates?” “I didn’t think of that.” Desmond mumbled. “No, you didn’t.” Altair replied. “If you were bored why did you not say so?” “You were gone and I couldn’t hear anyone else.” Desmond replied. “I didn’t want to sit around waiting.” Ezio sighed softly. “I wasn’t that far Desmond. I was checking on you regularly. I only left because you were sleeping so peacefully.” He stated. “If you had waited for a little while longer I would have been here for you.” “But I don’t want to be a burden.” Desmond protested. “You’re both busy; I would be getting in the way.” “No. You’re never in the way.” Altair stated firmly. “Don’t you ever think that! I’d rather spend my day with you than half the people I have to bother with every day!” “Whatever made you think you were a burden?” Ezio asked. “Because I can’t see and you have to take me everywhere when you could be doing something else.” Desmond replied honestly knowing better than to lie to his Assassin lovers. “Why would I want to do anything else? Spending time with you is when I’m at my most happiest.” Ezio replied. “There is nothing I’d rather do than spend time with you.” He stated softly. Altair hummed in agreement and Desmond blushed in embarrassment and love at such a simple, caring statement. “I’m sorry.” He whispered again. “Do not apologise, just…” Altair paused, his voice cracking revealing how upset he truly was. “Just, please…” Desmond tried to snuggle closer to his Arab lover at ‘please’. The older assassin rarely asked for something, choosing to be independent, for him to say ‘please’ clearly showed his worry and fear. “Please, don’t do that again.” “I won’t.” Desmond vowed and he meant it. He never wanted to hear Altair this upset ever again and he never wanted to get a spanking again. The assassin’s recognised the truth in his words and relaxed. Ezio gently rubbed Desmond’s thigh in a show of comforting affection. Desmond gripped the assassin’s hand needing to touch the older man and reassure to himself that the two older men were not angry. Ezio recognising what Desmond needed leant forward and gently kissed Desmond reassuring the smaller and younger man of his affections. Altair kissed Desmond’s hairline, his hand gently caressing Desmond’s hair. Ezio vanished for a while leaving Desmond in the safest place, Altair’s arms. When he returned he placed several items on the bed. Altair leant back, his back against the wall and Ezio sat beside him. Altair gently positioned Desmond so his head was beneath the older man’s chin. Desmond blinked as Ezio handed Altair something. The older man began writing with his arms either side of the younger man and Ezio began to read a book. Desmond smiled softly as he realised the older men’s intentions to never leave his side. Slowly he drifted off to sleep listening to the scrawl of a quill against parchment as the soft ‘flick’ of a page being turned.While AFF and its agents attempt to remove all illegal works from the site as quickly and thoroughly as possible, there is always the possibility that some submissions may be overlooked or dismissed in error. The AFF system includes a rigorous and complex abuse control system in order to prevent improper use of the AFF service, and we hope that its deployment indicates a good-faith effort to eliminate any illegal material on the site in a fair and unbiased manner. 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