The Problem With The Animus | By : A.K.O.Shifting-Shadow Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 7514 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1 |
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Wake up call
I do not own Assassin’s creed.Desmond awoke whining. He wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, he couldn’t think only feel as pure pleasure overrode his senses. Slowly the pleasure abated and Desmond frowned dazedly trying to work out what was happening. Hands gripped his hips, pulling him to his knees and then guiding him to straddle someone’s lap. He placed his hands on the man’s shoulders, holding himself up. The hands slowly lowered him and Desmond knew something was happening but he could not think of what it was.
His answer came as something large breached him, he whined as the large object went deeper and deeper. A deep chuckle filled his ears and he blushed finally realising what had happened. “Good morning Innamorato.” “Ezio!” Desmond cried out in embarrassment, the man hadn’t even waited until he was awake! “Ezio! Could you not wait until he was awake at least?” A familiar voice stated, scolding the Italian as another male from sat behind the two joined men. “I could not help myself. He was too adorable to resist.” Ezio answered trying to excuse himself. Desmond snorted making it clear the man was not forgiven but Altair just hummed in agreement his hands sliding to grab Desmond’s ass cheeks. “You’re still quite red.” Altair muttered as Desmond whimpered, his ass was still sore from the spanking the man had given him. “Beautiful.” The man murmured. Desmond huffed in annoyance earning amused chuckles from his older lovers. “Is there room for one more?” Altair asked Ezio. “Si.” Ezio replied, if Desmond had been capable he would have glared at his lovers, instead he huffed in annoyance. Gentle fingers found the spot where Ezio and Desmond were joined. Desmond whined trying to shift away but failed. “Easy Desmond.” Ezio whispered, hugging Desmond closer to him. Desmond sighed and hid his face in Ezio’s neck whimpering as a finger breached him. Altair moved slowly allowing Desmond to adjust at his own pace. Desmond forced his body to relax and slowly but surely he became used to the three digits inside him. The fingers slipped back out and Desmond blushed as he let out a disappointed whimper. Ezio chuckled and Desmond knew Altair was smirking. Desmond tightened his fingers into Ezio’s clothes as another large erection pressed into him. Ezio held Desmond securely as Altair entered inch by inch. Desmond whimpered, quickly adjusting to the two erections inside of him. He wiggled trying to get the two men to move but they would not be rushed. Two pairs of hands gripped his hips and slowly, too slowly the lifted him up. Desmond whined as only the tips of their erections remained inside. He wiggled trying to free himself and drop back down but the assassin’s were stronger than him and easily held him in place. After a few moments of putting up with Desmond’s fruitless struggles the assassin’s finally, finally gave in and pushed Desmond back onto their erections. Desmond cried out, withering to make the pleasure last. The two older men groaned hiding their faces in Desmond’s neck. Desmond threw his head back as the two men suckled at either side of his neck. Desmond tried to rise back up but the two Assassin’s did not allow him control. Their weapon callused hands gripped him firmly lifting him up and holding him hovering above their erections. Desmond whined struggling in their hands but the men did not give in to him. Only after they had tormented him for several moments did they finally lower him down. “Altair! Ezio!” He finally cried out in torment. “Please!” They lifted him again and once more held him tauntingly above their erections. Desmond snarled. “For God sake! You bast…ahs!” They two men dropped him as he went to swear. “What was that, Innamorato?” Ezio asked with a voice that told Desmond to be careful. The two assassin’s did not appreciate Desmond swearing, which Desmond had a tendency to do a lot. “What were you about to say?” Altair asked warningly. Desmond whimpered at their strong grips, their fingers digging painfully into his sides. “Please.” He whimpered. “Perhaps we should not allow him to cum.” Ezio stated seriously earning a shocked gasp from Desmond. “As punishment.” “Perhaps.” “No! Please.” Desmond pleaded. “I’m sorry! Please, please let me cum!” He begged. Ezio groaned. “He begs so beautifully.” He stated obviously talking to Altair. Altair hummed in agreement. Desmond whimpered when they did not move to do anything and he could not force them to move, they held him securely in place. Then as if his whimper had influenced them, he was suddenly lifted and plunged back down. The assassin’s did not pause this time instantly lifting and impaling him again. Desmond struggled helplessly trying to make them move faster and withering to make the pleasure last. The two assassin’s groaned and the hands held him still as if the two assassin’s could not bear his movements. Desmond whined his hips twitching in their grasp. Fortunately for the younger man, the older men had no interest in torturing him, instead the lifted and impaled him on their erections with speed that only a skilled assassin could reach. Desmond released with a scream, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. For just a moment the uncomfortable darkness that had become his sight lit up with a bright white. The two assassin’s groaned into the skin of his neck and suddenly he was filled with white hot heat. A few moments late Desmond finally gathered himself, his mind finally working through the pleasurable haze that had enveloped him. He realised he was empty, lying on his back. He felt two warm bodies either side of him and realised that he was lying between his two older lovers. Gentle fingers from his left side skimmed his body lazily drawing imaginary symbols onto his skin. The hand had all its fingers and he quickly deduced that Ezio was on his left side, which left Altair on his right. “Now, Desmond.” Altair stated and Desmond realised he was in trouble. However before he could find out why he was in trouble a soft knock came from the doorway. Three heads turned to the door but only Ezio and Altair could see who was there. “Malik.” Altair greeted, unknowingly informing Desmond who was there. “Forgive me for my interruption but I have come to check on Desmond’s wounds. Perhaps I should come back another time.” Malik stated. “Please wait outside, we will be presentable in a moment.” Ezio requested. The soft footsteps alerted Desmond to the fact that Malik had left. He listened to the two older assassin’s moving around pulling clothes on. Then he was helped into his own clothes. “Malik you can come back in.” Ezio called out. Desmond listened to the man return, the man’s footsteps stopped before him and he glanced up to where he thought the man’s face was. Gentle fingers found his face. “Can you cover the windows and put out the lights?” Malik asked and Desmond listened to the two men as they obeyed the man. Desmond couldn’t see the results of their actions but he assumed they had done their jobs when Malik hummed approvingly. Malik’s hand slipped behind his head and fiddled with the tie of his bandage. It was clear it was difficult for the man with only one hand but he finally succeeded. “Close your eyes, innamorato.” Ezio instructed, Desmond instantly obeyed the man as he felt the bandage slip off, even though his first instinct was to open them. Gentle fingers found the skin around his eyes. Malik hummed. “They’ve healed well. There is very little scarring and the scars are not obvious.” He commented, relief washed over Desmond at the man’s statement. His face wasn’t horrible maimed and scarred. “Now Desmond slowly open your eyes.” He was instructed. Slowly, unbearably slowly Desmond followed the man’s instructions. His vision took a few moments to adjust but soon he could see the familiar face of Malik. Malik smiled approvingly when he realised he had Desmond’s attention. “How much can you see?” He asked. “My vision is a little blurry but I can see you.” Desmond replied. Malik nodded and grabbed a candle. After lighting it he held it a distance away and slowly began testing Desmond’s eyesight and his eyes reactions to the light. After a few moments it was clear his eyes weren’t irreparably damaged but they were sensitive to the light. Fortunately Malik doubted that it would last long and deemed it okay for Desmond to permanently remove the bandage. The Arab man then checked his other wounds. Some would obviously scar, others were disappearing but a few did not seem to be healing. After a few moments the man had treated and bandaged any wounds but this time Desmond was not covered in bandages. He glanced down and noticed a few knife shaped scars. He sighed softly and gentle fingers quickly found the scars. “Beautiful.” Ezio whispered reassuringly. Desmond sighed again and gripped his Italian lovers hand not quite comfortable with the man touching his scars just yet. Malik packed up his equipment and smiled. “I think that’s all for now. But I suggest taking it easy for now until you are at full health.” He suggested to Desmond. Desmond nodded his understanding and glanced his lovers nodding as well. “Very well, I will not take my leave.” The man stated, bowing his head and quickly leaving the room. Ezio met Desmond’s eyes and smiled. “It is good to see those beautiful eyes again.” He stated. “They’re not beautiful!” Desmond protested. “Oh?” Altair whispered teasingly into Desmond’s ear. “The word beautiful is meant to describe girls, it’s a feminine word. I am not feminine!” Desmond ranted. He glared as his two lovers chuckled. “But you are beautiful, innamorato.” Ezio stated firmly, easily ignoring Desmond’s glare. Both assassin’s frowned however as Desmond winced and rubbed his eyes. Gentle hands gripped his wrists stopping the action. His two older lovers gentle guided him to lay down as the lay either side of him. “Sleep, innamorato. Rest your eyes.” Ezio instructed. Desmond blinked up at his lovers who smiled softly. Altair gently closed Desmond’s eyelids. “Sleep.” He instructed. Desmond sighed softly and snuggled into Ezio. The man welcomed him pulling Desmond tighter into his embrace. Slowly Desmond drifted to sleep listening to the older man’s heartbeat.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. This abuse control system is run in accordance with the strict guidelines specified above.
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