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Desmond didn’t tell anyone how he had started to bleed ancestors that weren’t the ones he was accessing in the Animus. It started simple enough, back in the hideout in Rome, with the memory of Altaïr and Maria’s second son’s conception which had freaked him out.
He thought it was some kind of fluke.
He should have known better that it was actually a prelude to the fuckery that was to come.
It started not that weird, in all honesty. He had been taking a nap in the hideout, one of the many mandatory breaks he had between delving into Ezio’s memories, while Lucy and Rebecca did whatever they did while they were staring at their monitors and Shaun went out to get groceries. He was halfway to dreamland, enjoying the warm breeze he had started to associate with Altaïr’s memory of Masyaf when he felt something soft against the side of his neck. He grunted and turned away, trying to get back to the pleasant dream of running across the walls of Masyaf when he heard a soft chuckle. He felt someone kiss his neck again (oh god, someone was kissing his neck), felt the roughness he knew came from a beard and the clear voice of Ezio, sounding older but still charmingly seductive, “Wake up, amore mio , it’s time for breakfast.”
And that’s when Shaun threw a ham and cheese sandwich wrapped inside a plastic lock at him, causing him to jump out of the couch he had been lying on with a gasp.
All three of them looked at Desmond worriedly, seeing his red face and assuming he was having a nightmare.
It was much, much worse.
So, apparently, according to reports he read on the tablet Rebecca had kindly given him when he asked if they had any reports of how the bleeding effect could, well, affect people, it wasn’t unheard for people like Desmond (he refused to call them subjects) to bleed ancestors that they didn’t access via the Animus. It was considered a small side effect and reports stated it was usually ancestors connected/close to the one that had been accessed via the Animus. Reports indicated it wasn’t as severe as a bleeding session with the ancestor that had been the primary source in the Animus.
Of course, Desmond being Desmond, this didn’t apply to him.
And by the time he realized that his bleeding sessions with his female ancestors were almost always when he was alone and about to relax, it had gotten to the point that everyone was already too stressed and busy with their own thing that Desmond’s sexual encounters just seemed… insignificant when he thought of the greater picture.
Also, he really, really didn’t want to tell anybody about how he was bleeding having sex with his ancestors and, oh god, he felt like he had a pussy each time.
So Desmond did what he has always done every time life threw him a curveball.
He went along with it.
And, if he was completely honest with himself…
He kinda liked it.
The Case of Ratonhnhaké:ton
Sex with Connor was surprisingly sweet. His touches were gentle and his kisses a bit hesitant at first, like he was afraid of breaking Desmond. And yes, Desmond knew they weren’t having sex with him but, for the sake of his questionable sanity, he was going to keep thinking they were. It was for the best, truly.
It was clear that this was Connor’s first time from the way he touched Desmond, the way his eyes were trained on his face, looking for any kind of clue that what he was doing was correct or not. Even though he knew he was experiencing a memory, Desmond still whispered to him, telling him he was doing good, that he was making him feel good.
And, god, he definitely was.
What Connor lacked in experience, he made up with the sheer determination to make Desmond feel good. Connor’s hands and lips left him breathless and moaning. And when he finally fucked him, he entered so slow Desmond felt like he was going to die out of frustration, almost begging him to go faster already, that he can take it.
But he kept quiet, too enraptured by the conflicting expression of concentration and pleasure on Connor’s face. He couldn’t help but pull him close, kiss him as he wrapped his legs around Connor’s waist, giving them both time to relax. When Connor started to move, his thrust was slow but deep. Desmond was momentarily confused as to why Connor kept changing his angle each time he thrust inside him but then he hit that spot that made Desmond gasp in surprise pleasure. The smile on Connor’s face was the smile of a hunter who had hit true and all Desmond could do was cover his mouth as Connor kept that angle, thrusting faster and precisely. It didn’t take long for Desmond to cum, moaning Connor’s real name right next to his ear as he embraced Connor tightly.
Desmond felt like he was floating as he watched Connor thrust inside him a few more times before he felt his hot cum inside him. Connor was shivering above him, balancing on his elbows as he tried not to crush Desmond with his weight. Desmond placed his hands on both of his cheeks and kissed him softly, sighing as Connor bit his bottom lip lightly.
As the memory slowly faded away, he could hear Connor whisper, “Are you alright? Did I hurt you?”
Desmond couldn’t help but chuckle, grinning at Connor as he whispered back, “No, Ratonhnhaké:ton. I feel awesome.”
Desmond watched with a soft smile as the last thing Connor did before he faded away was give him a pleased smile.
The Case of Ezio Auditore da Firenze
The nice thing about sex with Connor was that it was only that one memory. It didn’t make it any less pleasurable every time he experienced it but it was predictable.
And that was nice.
Because sex with Ezio tended to be random. He might be in his fifties but that man was still as insatiable as he had been when he was in his teens. Or maybe it was because he was a very passionate man that he just couldn’t help himself.
The problem with Ezio was that there were apparently many memories of him and Sofia having sex before she had conceived and it was like a lottery on which memory Desmond would experience when his companion for the night (or day or afternoon or whatever time Desmond found some time to relax) would be Ezio.
Today’s lottery seemed to be a memory of Ezio fucking Desmond against a table. He could hear the creaking of the unfortunate table as they rocked against it. Desmond shivered as Ezio moaned from behind him, his hands hot on his waist as he pulled Desmond towards him with every thrust, “Oh, amore mio , you’re so tight.”
Desmond could only grunt, Ezio’s dick hitting him so good that he has lost the ability to speak. It wasn’t long before he came, tightening all-around Ezio that he gasped. He fell on the table, breathing heavily as he felt Ezio cum inside him.
Desmond hummed and closed his eyes as he felt Ezio leave soft feathery kisses along his back, almost ready to fall asleep in his awkward half-bent position.
Until Ezio started to tickle his side and he let out a shout between giggles, “Ezio!”
He could feel Ezio’s grin as he kissed Desmond’s shoulder, whispering softly, “I love your moans but nothing can truly match your laughter.”
Desmond had to laugh at such a line but couldn’t help the skipping of his heart. The line might have been bad but there was only honesty in Ezio’s tone. He turned to face Ezio and kissed his cheek lightly. Ezio’s smile was bright and big as he whispered, “I love you.”
Desmond closed his eyes and whispered back, “I love you too, Ezio.”
Desmond felt Ezio’s lips capture him in a soft sweet kiss as the memory faded.
The Case of Altaïr Ibn-La'Ahad
Desmond has love-hate feelings for Altaïr. To be more precise, he both loved and hated having sex with Altaïr the most. Considering he had first-hand experience having sex as Altaïr with Maria, he had assumed he knew what to expect when he bleeds as Maria.
Unfortunately, the memory that he experienced when having sex with Altaïr was during the time before Sef’s conception. Might even be before the two actually got married or even admitted to each other that they loved one another.
Because sex with Altaïr? It was some kind of competition between Maria and Altaïr on who could make the other cum first.
And Desmond was the one who suffered through it.
He has nothing but respect for Maria because Altaïr fucked like it was his mission to make his partner cum.
And Maria, being the badass that she was, made him work for it, made him fuck her harder.
Which left Desmond as a whimpering mess, begging Altaïr to let him cum, please, he wanted to cum.
He knew he couldn’t cum because Maria was forcing herself not to but, oh god, it was torture. There were no other words for it. The longer he didn’t cum, the more Altaïr became rougher and faster, whispering dirty promises right by his ear.
Desmond could only whimper as Altaïr fucked him against the floor, trembling at the filthy words leaving the Syrian’s mouth, “You’re so wet. Fuck. You look so good like this. On your knees, taking me so well.”
Then Altaïr would rub his clit as he fucked him so hard that Desmond would lose his balance. He could feel Altaïr’s chest pressed against his back as he left his mark all over Desmond’s neck.
And he knew that he wouldn’t cum until Altaïr came first so Desmond begged even though he knew it was useless. He gripped the blanket underneath him tightly as he met each of Altaïr’s brutal thrusts, begging him, “Please, please, cum inside me, Altaïr. Please fill me with your cum. I need it. I need your cum in me. I need you. Please.”
It fell on deaf ears because that wasn’t how the memory went. But Desmond was weak against Altaïr’s cock driving him insane, against his hands pinching his nipple and rubbing his clit, against his lips leaving marks on his neck.
And he sobbed in relief when Altaïr slipped out of him and turned him around, pressing him against Altaïr’s chest before fucking back into him. Desmond wrapped his legs around Altaïr’s waist and grabbed his neck, their mouths meeting into a furious heated kiss that left Desmond breathless and moaning. He felt Altaïr cum inside him and heard his muffled groan between their lips. Almost immediately, Desmond finally came, becoming pliant in Altaïr’s arms as they both fell on the floor, breathing heavily.
With a satisfied grin, Desmond whispered, “I win.”
As Desmond bathed in the smug satisfaction that didn’t even belong to him, he heard Altaïr growl back, “I demand a rematch.”
Desmond’s grin only grew as Altaïr loomed over him, kissing him so intensely Desmond couldn’t help the moan that left his lips.
Desmond wasn’t sure if he was fortunate or not that the memory ended there.
The Unfortunate Case of Desmond Miles
From: Lucy Stillman
To: William M.; Rebecca Crane; Shaun Hastings
Date/Time: 10/02/2012 8:00 AM
Subject: Desmond’s Bleeding Effect
Desmond has been experiencing a new kind of bleeding effect during nighttime for the past 3 days now. It seems to be sexual of nature. We have audio confirmation that his sexual partner is Altaïr.
Please advise.
Lucy
From: William M.
To: Lucy Stillman; Rebecca Crane; Shaun Hastings
Date/Time: 10/03/2012 7:00 PM
Subject: Re: Desmond’s Bleeding Effect
Get earplugs.