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Based off the art of Saynomore in Y-Gallery, here is a little set of five drabbles. Hopefully, they'll make a little sense, though you really should go look at her stuff on there. It is most tasty.
Slashy, of course, though nothing too graphic.
AltairEzio
The boy is panting under him, body twisted and slick as Altair pinned him with a hand on his shoulder, hidden blade angled to press against the skin of his throat. Wanting to grin, but panting a bit himself, Altair looked down at the child who was his future. Somehow, he was sure the Apple was to blame for this, but in this instance, he was more intrigued than not. Fingers tight in the waistband of Ezio’s pants, he pressed his hips forward, shoving Ezio’s further into the air, causing the arch of his back to deepen.
Yes, that really was a pretty little picture. So few could bend quite like that, and he paused as Ezio made a sound. Dark hair was across the younger man’s face, hiding his eyes, but Altair could still see the flush along his cheeks, the way his lips were parted. And he could hear that breathy, needy little sound that barely made it out of that gasping mouth.
Holding still for a moment, he studied this, sweat running along his own skin. Then, Altair smiled.
Oh, yes, this was going to be an interesting visit.
AltDes
This was not what he expected, and he wondered how long it would be before Lucy or Rebecca yanked him out, because obviously the Animus was fucking up again. Most of his attention, however, was caught up on the kiss. It was slow and hard and the feel of that tongue sliding against his made him want to taste back, so he did. Even though the hand, hard against his skin, the texture of the leather rough, kept him from moving much, Desmond just pressed in as close as he could. Altair was watching him, he could feel that almost like a physical sensation. He had never been next to someone who was using Eagle vision, but his own eyes prickled, and he knew if he opened them, there would be a gold glow looking back at him.
Instead, he kept his eyes shut, and just focused on the kiss. It was a strange sensation, kissing this man who looked so much like himself. Who had been dead for centuries.
Not thinking of that. Thinking of the hard curve of Altair’s shoulder, the heat of his body against Desmond’s back, and the strange taste of his mouth. Spicy in ways Desmond had never tasted before, and he just growled, not holding back from the kiss at all.
DesEzio
“How do I use this, Des?”
Not many people shortened his name, but Desmond ignored it as he glanced over. Oh, Ezio was playing with the phone again. The man positively delighted in playing with technology, though he kept asking Desmond to explain it. Which was hard when he wasn’t sure how some things worked. That’s when he sent his however many times great-grandfather to go harass Shaun or Rebecca.
Right now, though, this was comfortable, and he did know how to work his phone. Resting his cheek on the man’s hair, he absently brushed his fingers along Ezio’s stomach, the feel of the shirt soft under his fingertips. The hand that Ezio had resting on his arm tightened a bit, but the man was not going to be distracted. Around them drifted the smoke from the displaced assassin’s cigarette, and Desmond wondered what the man was going to do when he had to go back. Did they have tobacco in Europe then?
It didn’t matter. He just got a bit more comfortable, and started talking. “If you touch that button there, it will unlock the phone so you can access the information in it.”
Not Now
His arm ached. The weather must be changing, and Malik wanted to snarl at everything and everyone to leave him -alone- until things finally settled and the bone deep throb in his shoulder faded. However, that didn’t work at times, so he simply collected a few tools and set about trying to map out a few things. Few bothered him when he was busy with a project, especially when they saw just how sharp some of those tools were.
Of course, Altair would be off those few. Scowling faintly, he did his best to ignore the man, propping his head against his hand and holding the sharpest tool in his mouth. No effect on the level of annoyance that Altair was bringing, but it allowed Malik to rub a temple semi-discreetly.
Then there was a warm hand on his arm, and he almost jumped as firm fingers pressed on some of the more painful areas and started to rub. It hurt for a few moments, then the steady pressure seemed to help a little. So Altair was spared being stabbed. For a moment. Malik would simply have to jab at him twice later to make up for it. Right now, he allowed the man to ease some of the pain that he had been trying to ignore. Altair was growing up, and he had to admit, he did appreciate the improvements.
Still was going to stab him later, however. It was the principle of the issue.
Study of MalikAltair
Those eyes were what made Altair freeze. He had seen many things in Malik’s eyes over the years. Hate, tolerance, something that might have resembled affection now and then. But this.... This look was none of those. It was sheer intensity, looking onto him, even as the man’s arm wrapped around his neck. Altair was reminded of a hunting bird, one of the great eagles. Malik was hunting something, and Altair felt a shiver run up his spine as he realized that it was possible that he was the focus of that.
Mouth going dry, he paused, not grabbing at the arm as he had intended to. His eyes were locked with Malik’s, unable to pull away, even as he was tugged closer. Malik smelled of feathers and blood, old blood, and he couldn’t breathe for a moment.
Then the other man smiled, and Altair shivered.
Yes, Malik was hunting.
Slashy, of course, though nothing too graphic.
AltairEzio
The boy is panting under him, body twisted and slick as Altair pinned him with a hand on his shoulder, hidden blade angled to press against the skin of his throat. Wanting to grin, but panting a bit himself, Altair looked down at the child who was his future. Somehow, he was sure the Apple was to blame for this, but in this instance, he was more intrigued than not. Fingers tight in the waistband of Ezio’s pants, he pressed his hips forward, shoving Ezio’s further into the air, causing the arch of his back to deepen.
Yes, that really was a pretty little picture. So few could bend quite like that, and he paused as Ezio made a sound. Dark hair was across the younger man’s face, hiding his eyes, but Altair could still see the flush along his cheeks, the way his lips were parted. And he could hear that breathy, needy little sound that barely made it out of that gasping mouth.
Holding still for a moment, he studied this, sweat running along his own skin. Then, Altair smiled.
Oh, yes, this was going to be an interesting visit.
AltDes
This was not what he expected, and he wondered how long it would be before Lucy or Rebecca yanked him out, because obviously the Animus was fucking up again. Most of his attention, however, was caught up on the kiss. It was slow and hard and the feel of that tongue sliding against his made him want to taste back, so he did. Even though the hand, hard against his skin, the texture of the leather rough, kept him from moving much, Desmond just pressed in as close as he could. Altair was watching him, he could feel that almost like a physical sensation. He had never been next to someone who was using Eagle vision, but his own eyes prickled, and he knew if he opened them, there would be a gold glow looking back at him.
Instead, he kept his eyes shut, and just focused on the kiss. It was a strange sensation, kissing this man who looked so much like himself. Who had been dead for centuries.
Not thinking of that. Thinking of the hard curve of Altair’s shoulder, the heat of his body against Desmond’s back, and the strange taste of his mouth. Spicy in ways Desmond had never tasted before, and he just growled, not holding back from the kiss at all.
DesEzio
“How do I use this, Des?”
Not many people shortened his name, but Desmond ignored it as he glanced over. Oh, Ezio was playing with the phone again. The man positively delighted in playing with technology, though he kept asking Desmond to explain it. Which was hard when he wasn’t sure how some things worked. That’s when he sent his however many times great-grandfather to go harass Shaun or Rebecca.
Right now, though, this was comfortable, and he did know how to work his phone. Resting his cheek on the man’s hair, he absently brushed his fingers along Ezio’s stomach, the feel of the shirt soft under his fingertips. The hand that Ezio had resting on his arm tightened a bit, but the man was not going to be distracted. Around them drifted the smoke from the displaced assassin’s cigarette, and Desmond wondered what the man was going to do when he had to go back. Did they have tobacco in Europe then?
It didn’t matter. He just got a bit more comfortable, and started talking. “If you touch that button there, it will unlock the phone so you can access the information in it.”
Not Now
His arm ached. The weather must be changing, and Malik wanted to snarl at everything and everyone to leave him -alone- until things finally settled and the bone deep throb in his shoulder faded. However, that didn’t work at times, so he simply collected a few tools and set about trying to map out a few things. Few bothered him when he was busy with a project, especially when they saw just how sharp some of those tools were.
Of course, Altair would be off those few. Scowling faintly, he did his best to ignore the man, propping his head against his hand and holding the sharpest tool in his mouth. No effect on the level of annoyance that Altair was bringing, but it allowed Malik to rub a temple semi-discreetly.
Then there was a warm hand on his arm, and he almost jumped as firm fingers pressed on some of the more painful areas and started to rub. It hurt for a few moments, then the steady pressure seemed to help a little. So Altair was spared being stabbed. For a moment. Malik would simply have to jab at him twice later to make up for it. Right now, he allowed the man to ease some of the pain that he had been trying to ignore. Altair was growing up, and he had to admit, he did appreciate the improvements.
Still was going to stab him later, however. It was the principle of the issue.
Study of MalikAltair
Those eyes were what made Altair freeze. He had seen many things in Malik’s eyes over the years. Hate, tolerance, something that might have resembled affection now and then. But this.... This look was none of those. It was sheer intensity, looking onto him, even as the man’s arm wrapped around his neck. Altair was reminded of a hunting bird, one of the great eagles. Malik was hunting something, and Altair felt a shiver run up his spine as he realized that it was possible that he was the focus of that.
Mouth going dry, he paused, not grabbing at the arm as he had intended to. His eyes were locked with Malik’s, unable to pull away, even as he was tugged closer. Malik smelled of feathers and blood, old blood, and he couldn’t breathe for a moment.
Then the other man smiled, and Altair shivered.
Yes, Malik was hunting.
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