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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Beautiful
And of course, I do not own Assassin’s Creed. If I did I’d have made them meet each other and have a lot of fun with each other *wink wink*. Anyway moving on….Desmond blushed at the amused stares of the guards, some were sniggering at him and he scowled at them. His glares and scowls only make them snicker louder, which he clearly did not appreciate. Desmond ducked his head as his eldest lover chuckled into his ear, Altair’s arm tightened around his waist. Desmond focused on the neck of Altair’s bay mare as she walked down the hill, her movement made Desmond shift in Altair’s lap and he could feel the Arab’s arousal.
Ezio kicked his stallion into a trot before slowing down so the black stallion walked alongside the bay mare. The mare nickered at the stallion, moving to bite but Altair skilfully gripped the reigns holding her head back. Desmond blushed as Altair shifted pushing himself into the back of Desmond. At Desmond’s squeak Ezio chuckled, before waving at the guards. The guards oblivious to the fact that two of the trio were actually assassin’s waved back chuckling at Desmond’s predicament. Altair’s hand slipped lower until it was resting right on top of Desmond’s own growing erection. Desmond glanced back glaring only to meet amused amber eyes. Altair wasn’t even put off by his younger lovers glare. Ezio grinned lecherously as Desmond whimpered trying to move away from the hand but seating himself further onto Altair’s lap. Desmond could feel how much that ‘stimulated’ Altair and the assassin groaned into Desmond’s neck. “Dez-mond.” Altair groaned his accent stronger than ever. Desmond shivered, their accents really, really turned him on and the assassin’s knew it. Altair groaned as Desmond shuddered and suddenly kicked his mare into a canter, Desmond gasped as he bounced on Altair’s lap. Altair moaned his arm tightening around Desmond’s waist holding the younger man still. Altair led them down the familiar road to Jerusalem. Desmond flushed as guards chuckled at him, thought a few did scowl and raise their bows and weapons, only for their comrades to push them back down. Desmond glanced back at Altair. “Why aren’t they trying to kill us?” Desmond asked, he had been under the impression that homosexuality was ‘evil’ to everyone during this period. “Not everyone is biased.” Altair whispered. “Some follow their holy texts to the letter but some realise that the texts are actually guides rather than law and look upon the world with open eyes and hearts.” The Arab stated. “Most assassin’s in the order are from different religions and their texts tell them different things, so the assassins have learned to look beyond the words and use them in a different context.” “Just because they are of different faiths does not mean one is evil and one is good.” Ezio added. “Evil should be judged on the actions of an individual not the texts that many follow.” He continued. “I do not judge the Templars on what they believe or choose not to believe, I judge them because of their actions.” “As do I.” Altair finished. “And just like us those guards have chosen not to judge us for your beautiful sounds, the view you provide and the sounds you make cannot be of evil.” He whispered into Desmond’s ear causing the American to blush. “Ah, but Altair, evil can be very beautiful, or did you forget a certain female Templar.” Ezio replied with a grin. “Desmond is temptation given form.” Altair chuckled pulling Desmond against him, securing the American on his lap. Ezio raised an eyebrow at the possessive move and his grin grew larger. “That makes us sinners.” Ezio whispered theatrically. Desmond huffed at Ezio’s performance but the Italian did not repent, instead he kicked his horse into a canter winking at Altair. Altair laughed aloud and kicked his mare into a canter. The moment they reached a secluded barn with a horse penned in by a fence at the side, they pulled their horses to a stop securing them with the black steed. The moment the horses were secured in the fenced area Ezio jumped off and then pulled Desmond off Altair’s lap much to the Arab’s reluctance. Ezio set Desmond on his feet then gripped the American’s hand pulling him into the small bricked building. The moment they were inside Desmond was pushed onto a pile of soft pillows, he didn’t even have a chance to look around the room before his lips were covered by Ezio’s. Desmond heard the door close but he could not see past Ezio’s muscular body and his layers of clothes. He gripped the heavy clothes in a futile attempt to gather some control and see beyond his horny lover. Ezio gripped him firmly keeping him pinned to the pile of pillows as Altair finally appeared, already half undressed. The Arabs chest and head were exposed, Desmond swallowed at the sight of the hard muscles rippling just beneath the skin. Scarred lips quirked into a smirk as Altair noticed their younger lovers stare. The smirk turned into a grin before the oldest of the three disappeared from Desmond’s sight. Strong hands gripped Desmond’s thighs, pushing them apart for a body to slide between them. Ezio slid forward, his large muscular body hovering above Desmond’s as knowing fingers slowly undid his trousers. Ezio pulled back from their kiss and chuckled as Desmond tried to look down towards Altair. Desmond glared at his Italian lover his fingers tugging at the man’s thick clothes wishing he had the strength to tear them off. Desmond sighed in annoyance as two pairs of strong hands held him place, somehow knowing that Desmond had wanted to take control and get them to move faster. Desmond glared into the dark brown eyes of his Italian lover, telling the man exactly what he thought of their actions. Ezio chuckled, leaning down to whisper in his ear, “Relax Innamorato. Let Altair pleasure you…” He encouraged. At the mention of Altair Desmond focused back on his older lover as nimble fingers finally pulled his trousers from him exposing him to the older assassin’s eager eyes. “Beautiful.” Was the whispered sentiment, Desmond glared at Ezio’s stomach trying in vain to show the Arab what he thought of that sentiment. Altair though not receiving Desmond’s angry gaze did chuckle in amusement somehow knowing what Desmond was doing. The American squirmed, trying to free himself from their grasps. Altair chuckled amused by Desmond’s weak attempt. The American opened his mouth to give them a piece of his mind but a warm wet heat stopped him instantly, his words turned into moans and he barely managed to close his mouth in time to prevent Ezio and Altair hearing them. “He’s resisting.” Ezio murmured with a lecherous grin. Altair chuckled around Desmond and the American barely held back his scream of pleasure. He withered at the intense heat surrounding his most sensitive place, he could barely think through the haze of pleasure but then he met dark brown eyes. Ezio was staring down at him with such desire and such love that Desmond could not help but gasp. Ezio leaned forward and pressed his lips to Desmond’s in a gentle, adoring kiss. Desmond received him eagerly opening his mouth to let the Italian’s talented tongue into his mouth. Desmond wanted to please the man just as the man pleased him, so he slid his hands down to the man’s trousers and slowly undid them, fumbling with the many clasps and buttons. Ezio gripped Desmond’s shoulders firmly not attempting to stop the young American as he finally pulled Ezio free from his trousers. The Italian gasped dropping his head to the American’s shoulder as Desmond explored Ezio with gentle, cautious hands. Ezio’s breath hitched and Desmond frowned trying to glance at Altair. Amber eyes met his in amusement, the Arab had slid up from Desmond and had plastered himself to Ezio’s back Ezio’s eyes twinkled as he pulled his head back from Desmond’s shoulder. “No fair…” He complained as Altair and Desmond double teamed him. “Oh, I think it is very fair…” Altair whispered remembering the time when Ezio had bound him to the bed and left him at Desmond’s mercy. Desmond grinned as Ezio stared almost pleadingly at him and the Italian knew he would get no help from him. Altair quickly twisted Ezio around and pinned the Italian on his back; Desmond immediately took advantage of his new found freedom to get up and move to sit above Ezio’s head. Once there he gripped Ezio’s wrist and pinned them to the pillows above the Italian’s head. If Ezio wanted to he could break free, but instead he merely gave weak tugs testing Desmond’s strength. “Hmm looks like our youngest wants to watch.” Altair whispered into Ezio’s ear. “Shall we oblige him?” “Yes.” Ezio whispered so quietly that Desmond almost did not hear it. Altair chuckled, his lips twisting into a smirk. Desmond watched as Altair immediately kissed the Italian. It was not a gentle kiss, it was a kiss filled with passion and lust. Ezio groaned under the weight of it, his wrists shifting and twisting in Desmond’s grasp. Altair glanced up and made sure Desmond still had a tight grip. “You are not to break out of Desmond’s hold.” The man warned his amber eyes meeting Ezio’s chocolate brown ones, Ezio easily nodded his agreement as he licked his lips imagining what might happen next. Altair smirked and began the arduous duty of relieving Ezio of his heavy cloaks and armour. His reward was well tanned skin that shivered as he touched. “Tasty.” The Arab mumbled before bending down and taking a golden nipple into his mouth. Ezio gasped and arched beneath him, his hands twisting gently in Desmond’s grip. Desmond watched as Ezio’s body shivered and arched under Altair’s skilful touch. The Arab had barely started and already the Italian was responding beautiful to the other man’s touch. Ezio’s trousers were still on him protecting his arousal, Altair had only teased the man’s chest with his skilled mouth and nimble fingers, at this rate the Italian would fall apart in their hands and Desmond was eagerly waiting for it to happen. He watched as Altair’s hands finally slipped down to grip the Italian’s waist band. “No.” He stated. Altair stopped and Ezio whined in protest. “Now, now, Ezio. Desmond’s in charge and if he says no… he means no.” Altair teased into Ezio’s ear but he glanced at Desmond curiously wondering what the American wanted. “I want to do it.” Desmond stated simply. Altair smirked and his hands slid up to take Ezio’s wrist in a firm, un-escapable grip. Desmond let go and moved away which allowed Altair to take his place above the Italian’s head. Ezio glanced at Desmond heatedly tugging at Altair’s grip. Desmond smiled and slipped in between Ezio’s legs, the Italian obligingly spread them further as Desmond gently caressed his clothed legs. Altair chuckled as Desmond slowly, slowly pulled Ezio’s trousers from the man. The fabric rubbed teasingly against the man’s erection making him whine. Desmond looked down at the now exposed flesh and licked his lips. To think not long before this act would have repulsed him but now he eagerly took the hard meat into his mouth and delighted in the shrill cry from his prey. “Look at you, responding so beautifully.” Altair told Ezio as he watched, Ezio blushed at the older man’s praise and he tried to restrain himself, but his attempts were weak and Desmond easily overcame his resistance. Altair’s eyes twinkled as he watched Desmond reach for a pot of oil that Altair had laid there some time before to prepare Desmond, now it would be used to prepare Ezio. Desmond skilfully kept the Italian distracted as he dipped his thinner, more delicate fingers into the moisture and made sure to cover them thoroughly. Ezio made a sound of startled surprise as he felt something cool and moist at his most private place. His eyes snapped open, just to slam closed when a finger breached him. “You enjoy being taken don’t you?” Altair asked as Ezio eagerly took a second and then a third. Desmond chuckled at Altair’s choice of words, pulling off from Ezio and sliding up the older man’s body. “Are you ready?” he asked as he lubed up his erection. Ezio thrust his body up to rub along Desmond’s in reply. Both men took shuddering gasps and Desmond gathered his control. With a deep breath he finally breached Ezio’s body earning a cry from said man. In only a few moments he was all the way in and he paused to give Ezio the chance to adjust but the man was already ready, trying to thrust onto the hard meat piercing him. Desmond’s breathe hitch as he felt Ezio strangle his erection with his body and slowly began to move. Altair licked his lips as he watched Desmond speed up, faster and harder until Ezio couldn’t beg any more. The only thing coming out of those delicious lips were their names as he shivered and cried out. Seeing Ezio this weak and vulnerable was a turn on and both men watched eagerly, trying to remember each and every detail. The watched Ezio’s clench his teeth as he tried to stop the inevitable, they watched as his eyes clenched shut as he was overcome by agonising pleasure but the most beautiful sight of all was when his eyes widened and then closed as he cried out his release, his body squirming to make the pleasure last. “Beautiful.” Desmond whispered before he too came and nothing more could be said by any of them, for the sight of Ezio responding so beautiful to their touch was anything less than beautiful.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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