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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Desmond knew he was being watched. He had felt those hawk like eyes on him the moment he had walked onto the street. Out of the corner of his eyes he could see shadows leaping across the gaps of the roofs and over obstacles, keeping up with him as he walked the streets below. He sighed in mild annoyance. He wasn’t surprised that they were following him; they’d done it ever since they said they’d train him. Training equalling stalking, perhaps they wanted him to work out they were following him? Well there was only one way to find out.
Firstly, he would have to lose them, which wasn’t easy as he was trying to avoid the masters of hiding. He sighed quietly, as he walked through several alleyways. He found himself around the back of a large cathedral or church that he recognised from Ezio’s memories of Firenze. If he remembered correctly there were quite a few guards hanging around in groups of four. Hmmm… Perhaps he could use the guards as a distraction. Maintaining a chilled out pace, he walked past a group of guards. The guards didn’t pay any attention to him; all four were fixated on the innocent civilian they were pushing around between them. Desmond refused the urge to smirk; the two assassins’ would not refuse a citizen in need of aid. He quickly slipped into a small garden, watching as the two assassins are jumped down to the street to aid the civilian. Slinking over to the nearest wall, he climbed to the roof. Now he was in the assassin’s domain. He had to be careful; the two older men knew this territory better than he did. Cautiously, he jogged across the roof avoiding the roof garden. The two assassins’ would hide in there when they had finished saving the civilian. Instead he climbed down onto a balcony and waited. It didn’t take long for the sound of heavy footsteps to reach his ears. It hadn’t taken long for the two assassins’s to deal with the guards. Not surprising, they were skilled warriors. What was surprising was that only one body jumped into the haystacks. The rest were guards. Where had the other assassin gone? The guards quickly gave up, being too lazy to properly search. He chuckled quietly as he listened to the assassin in the roof garden. The assassin was panting, clearly hurt. Ever so quietly, Desmond crept back upon the roof and over to the garden. He listened cautiously trying to work out where the man was facing, before positioning himself behind the man. “Need any help?” He asked in amusement. Ezio jumped and turned to face his descendent, who was smirking quite evilly. “Are you finished stalking me now?” He asked as Ezio tried to work out what was happening. “Desmond.” “Yes.” “How?” Ezio asked in confusion, before understanding lit in his eyes. “You sly fox!” He chuckled. “You distracted us and ambushed me!” He laughed. “Come on amico. Let’s return to Leonardo’s workshop. Altair will meet us there.” “Are you sure you can make it?” Desmond asked looking down at the wound Ezio’s hand was covering. “I believe I can make it. It is not the worst wound I have received.” Ezio answered confidently. Desmond sighed. “Yes, but you’ll will be leaving a blood trail that would lead right back to Leonardo’s workshop.” He explained patiently. Ezio froze, “The guards have never followed blood trails before.” He answered. “Not all guards are morons,” Desmond explained. “Besides they don’t work alone. If another guard sees you injured he would become suspicious and alert the other guards.” Ezio grinned in lazy amusement. “Okay, what do you suggest then amico?” “We don’t have anything to heal the wound with, so we’ll just have to tightly bandage it until we can reach a doctor or Leonardo’s workshop.” Desmond explained. “Remove your robes so I can get to the wound.” He ordered. “Whoa! Slow down!” Ezio answered with a sexy grin. “We haven’t even got to know each other, innamorato.” Desmond blushed at the insinuation, making the older man chuckle. “Do you want me to heal this wound?” He asked in an attempt to be angry but he sounded more frustrated than angry. Ezio laughed as he finally moved to remove the heavy robes, revealing the wound to Desmond’s concerned eyes. He had no clue how Ezio was still laughing with a wound like this. He’d been stabbed in the stomach with a fine blade, perhaps a small dagger? Desmond shook his head in shock at how numb the assassin was to pain. With a sigh Desmond straddled the man, pulled his jacket off and using the hidden blade he always carried to cut a large enough patch off to cover the wound. Placing the material over the wound he then cut long strands from his jacket and tied them tightly around the assassin’s waist, making sure they were as tight as he could get them. Once he was finished he sighed again. “There, that’s the best I can do until we can reach a doctor or Leonardo.” Ezio grinned. “Thank you amico.” He answered, staring lecherously at Desmond. The younger man blushed deeply as he realised he was still straddling the man. He made to move back, but the assassin gripped his hip firmly. Desmond glared and tried futilely to push the hand away. The assassin grinned and easily rolled them over. Desmond blinked uncomprehendingly for a few moments before opening his mouth to demand what the older man was doing. Before Desmond could utter a sound his lips were suddenly warm. Ezio was so much closer; Desmond couldn’t help but shudder slightly from the heat coming from the man. A talented tongue slipped into his mouth and eagerly explored his mouth as if trying to memorise every part of his mouth. A strong arm wrapped around his waist pulling him closer to the strong body above him, as a hand gripped the back of his head and held him firmly in place. Desmond groaned and gripped the man’s robes trying to work out what was going on. He was sure he was about to tell the man off, but he was having trouble remembering what for. Ezio tightened his arms. Desmond gasped as he felt the strength of his ancestor; he was literally stuck between a rock and a ‘hard place’. Desmond blushed as his lust-riddled brain recognised the innuendo of his thoughts. Wait! Why was Ezio kissing him? “There’s no-one here.” Desmond gasped as he realised what had happened. Ezio was shutting him up, before he got them both caught. He tried to push the man away from him but Desmond was infinitely weaker than the assassin. The man didn’t even move as Desmond put as much of his strength into the push as he could. Only when their pursuers were definitely gone did Ezio release Desmond. The younger man panted heavily as Ezio smirked down at him. Desmond glared. “Y..You could…could have just…told me that…they were there.” He stated as he panted. “Where is the fun in that?” Ezio grinned not even gasping from the kiss. Damn those assassin’s, for having the ability to hold their breaths for such a long time! “Come, Desmond. Let’s return to Leonardo’s workshop.” He stated as he stood. Desmond nodded and stood, climbing out of the roof garden. Ezio climbed out behind him, still smirking in amusement at Desmond’s flushed face. Desmond glared. “No need to be like that amico. It was enjoyable? Si?” Ezio asked as he walked up to stand next to the angry American. Desmond flushed as he remembered the kiss, Ezio grinned. “Si?” Desmond glared as he felt his face grow hotter, if any more blood raced to his cheeks he was going to faint. Ezio's grin widened and then he moved forward and easily lifted Desmond off his feet. “Let’s go home mi amore.” Desmond glared, gripping the man’s shoulders tightly. “Put me down!” “No.” The older man easily carried Desmond over the ropes, wires and scaffolding like he weighed nothing, even when Desmond was struggling to be put down. If Desmond was a girl he would have been impressed by the strength of the man. But he wasn’t a girl, he was a man. He didn’t need to be carried. He could walk just fine! The Italian just chuckled, ignoring all of Desmond’s protests. “Where were you?” Altair demanded when he opened the door to Leonardo’s workshop. Ezio chuckled, holding Desmond firmly as the younger man squirmed, demanding to be put down. “Desmond, decided to ambush me.” He answered with a grin. “He used the guards as a distraction.” He smiled in obvious pride. Altair grinned. “Looks like you’ve passed the first test.” He stated. Desmond glared. “Great. Now can you please put me down!” He demanded. Ezio chuckled, but finally allowed Desmond to stand. The American grumbled angrily to himself as he stalked back to his room, very much aware of the two assassin’s amused stares. “Damn assassin’s.” He grumbled, causing the two men to laugh in amusement.Translations:-
(Got them from google XD… sorry if their wrong!) Friend- Amico… Sweetheart- innamorato… Note: - I will be reloading the last chapters with updated translations. A/N: Now what happens next? Ezio and Desmond Smex or Altair and Desmond… or maybe all three! XD *Starts scheming with an evil laugh* MWAH HAHAHAHAHAWhile 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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