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He could feel his body growing hot. Or was it Ezio's body? He couldn't recall ever feeling this feverish while he was reliving Altaïr's memories. Was the Animus over heating? Faintly he heard the worried voices of Lucy and Rebecca, as well as the annoyed tone of Shaun. They were arguing about something... but Desmond couldn't focus on what they were saying. Their voices seemed very far off, growing fainter and fuzzier the hotter he got. Everything around him began blurring together. He was losing control over Ezio's movements as well. Was he about to be kicked out?
Suddenly, as a searing white hot pain flashed through out his body, his vision going white, and a deafening silence greeting him as he moved his arms up to shield his face. All the voices had gone silent, no noise breaching his ears as he waited for the brightness of the light to subside. Very slowly at first, Desmond lowered his arms, cracking open an eye enough to take a look around.
He appeared to be in between the Animus' loading stages. The area was a mix of white and blue, white numbers, DNA strains, and computer coding filtering through the space all around him. He took a step forward, rotating as he looked around. Nothing could be seen in the seemingly endless stream of codes floating about. He sighed, rubbing at his eyes. It was then he took notice of something else. Looking down at his hands, he did not see the hidden blades or fancy sleeves of Ezio's outfit. Instead, he saw the white cotton of his hoodie, his blue jeans, and regular sneakers. "I'm... me?" he paused, taking another look around. "I'm no longer Ezio? What happened?" He began walking straight onward, not really aiming for a destination since the Animus seemed to have locked up on the loading. "Lucy? Rebecca? Shaun! Can you guys hear me?! HEY!" He called out, but received no reply save the low humming that began echoing in his ears. A heavier sigh past his lips as his shoulders slumped, his back relaxing slightly. "Great. Now what?"
Suddenly appearing right in front of him, the Animus began flashing the letters and numbers that read SUB17-1191AD. Desmond walked up to the large, flashing red digits, about to reach a hand out in an attempt to touch them, when his attention went behind him, whipping around when a loud hiss was heard, following by a blinding white light. Covering his eyes once more, he lowered his arms to see what had happened, only to lower his arms completely and stare at what was before him.
Standing with his back to him, stood none other than Altaïr Ibn La-Ahad.
Desmond blinked, looking around them. Altaïr did not move, nor say a word, which made the other believe it was just an image, or a hologram of some sorts. Still taking caution, however, Desmond walked up to the prone Assassin. He reached a hand out to touch his shoulder, but thought best against the action, and withdrew his hand. His lips pursed together in a thin line as he thought about what to do. Swallowing the tight lump in his throat, Desmond took a step back. "H-hello?"
Nothing. He sighed deeply with relief, "Oh, thank god. It is just a hologram." About to walk around to the front of the frozen image of his first ancestor he was forced to relive the memories of, he cried out in pain and jumped when a loud, high pitched shrill pierced his ears. Hands going to his head, he shut his eyes tightly, trying to drown out the earsplitting sound. Bent over in pain, he missed the brightly flashing red digits reading SUB17-1476AD in front of him. Seconds later, a second loud hiss came from behind him, the painful pitch fading to nothing as another bright flash of light flooded his eyes.
Groaning from the pain of both his eyes and ears, Desmond lowered his arms once more, squinting his eyes until they adjusted to the seemingly brighter area. Turning his head, he nearly cried out in surprise when he came faced to the back of his second ancestor he was currently learning how to become an Assassin from; Ezio Auditore.
After feeling as if his heart was about to burst from his rip cage, Desmond calmed, sighing with relief as the image of Ezio was just like Altaïr; none moving. He looked back and forth between the two still images, his mind beginning to race. "What exactly is going on? What are Altaïr and Ezio doing here?" At the mentioning of their names, a low humming started, causing Desmond to blink and look around, confusion on his face as he tried to locate the source. Suddenly, a beep was heard from everywhere, causing the Assassin-to-be to startle as he whipped all around, his heart beginning to pick up pace as an uneasy feeling began to settle on his nerves. Looking from Ezio to Altaïr, he jumped more when the Assassin's shoulders slumped suddenly, his entire being nearly collapsing forward. He staggered and caught himself, hooded head looking around while taking in his surroundings. Oh, shit. Desmond mentally cursed as he watched the other closely, nearly crying out again when he heard movement directly behind him. Whipping around once more, he watched as Ezio, too, had gained the ability of movement. Double shit.
Desmond watched, eyes wide, as both Assassin's gazed around, not being able to see their confused features. The shifting of Altaïr's weapons, and ruffling of Ezio's robes caught each Assassin's attention, both hooded men twisting while drawing swords. The sound of the metal sliding from their respective sheathes caused the hairs on the back of Desmond's neck to stand up, watching as both men took instant battle stances, taking note of the slight confusion flashing in their eyes as they noticed they shared a very similar pose.
It wasn't just their poses that seemed familiar. They studied each other from a distance, eyes scanning over familiar robes and weapons. Altaïr was the first to slightly lower his sword, "Who are you?"
Desmond blinked. He was able to understand Altaïr... which could that mean Ezio could too? As if to answer his question, Ezio lowered his weapon slightly in response, "Ezio Auditore. And who might you be?"
Desmond watched from where he stood, curious at how the younger ancestor would react to Altaïr's introduction. After all, Ezio knew who Altaïr was. The older ancestor watched Ezio's movements closely, studying him while trying to take in his surroundings. Finally, he released a deep breath, "Altaïr Ibn La-Ahad."
Desmond kept his eyes trained on Ezio, especially when the Assassin lowered his sword entirely, his brows raised in great confusion. "Altaïr? You are Altaïr? The Master Assassin who wrote the Codex Pages? But how?"
While watching them, Desmond realized they hadn't noticed him yet. Maybe they can't see me? It was Altaïr's turn to raise a brow, head tilted to one side as his sword lowered. "Codex Pages? What are these Codex Pages you speak of?"
Desmond sighed, letting his eyes slid shut in annoyance. Obviously, the Animus fucked up somehow, trapping him with both his ancestors. To make matters worse, Altaïr seemed to have been taken from a time before he wrote the Codex Pages, which meant it was about to get very awkward between the two. Looking up with slight confusion as to why they had stopped talking, his heart stopped.
It seemed they could see him. As well as hear him. For when he sighed, he caught the unwanted attention of both Assassins, both whom had turned their heads in his direction, staring at him. Immediately, confusion was put aside as both hooded men raised their swords at Desmond, causing their decedent to stumble backwards. "W-whoa wait, guys. I-I'm not your enemy!" He threw his hands up in front of him in the only feeble attempt he could think of to help prove he was telling the truth. Both Assassins began advancing towards him, until Desmond found himself pushed down to his knees, Ezio's hand firmly to his shoulder, holding him down from behind. He flinched, before looking up into the golden eyes of Altaïr, who now stood before him, sword at his throat. Any fucking time you guys wanna pull me from this thing! he mentally began cursing at Shaun and the girls. Where were they? He thought they were suppose to be watching to prevent things like this from happening.
As he stared at Altaïr, he noticed the others cold expression softening into mild confusion and interest. It was then he realized Altaïr wasn't staring him back anymore, but that his eyes were trailing over his face, his clothes, everything. Oh god, oh god, oh god! He tried inching back from the blade, jumping when his back came into contact with the other Assassin's legs, earning an annoyed sound from behind and a tighter grip to his shoulder. Chancing a glance, Desmond looked over his shoulder, fear sinking into him at the site he saw. Ezio was leaning over him slightly, his left hand to his shoulder, while his right held close to his neck. With how he had it positioned, one flick movement of his wrist would activate the hidden blade, ending Desmond's life. He was staring down at him, one eye covered by the hood, the other locked with his own.
The sudden shifting in front of him caused Desmond to look forward, surprised to see Altaïr's sword back in it's sheathe. The Assassin regarded the one on his knees for a second, before lowering his head. "You share my looks..." he then glanced up at Ezio, "... both of you." before returning his stare to Desmond. His eyes narrowed slightly, though not out of any ill emotions. "You, however, bare the closest resemblance. Why?"
Desmond stared, glancing over his shoulder to the other for a second, before a sigh past his lips. "Not like you'll believe me... but here it goes."
He couldn't think of anything else to do. He couldn't lie to them... they'd find out for sure and kill him. He was sure he wasn't much better off telling them the truth, but without the help from the others, he saw no other options. So he told them everything he knew.
Altaïr and Ezio stood side by side with Desmond before them. They past unsure glances to each other as Ezio spoke, "So we're all related."
"Yes." Desmond sighed, rather surprised with how well the two Assassins were taking the news. It was either they didn't believe him, or didn't allow it to show that it bothered them. Ezio studied Desmond, a serious look over coming him as he leaned closer to Altaïr, whispering into his ear. The third party member stood and stared, dumbfounded at the act taking place before him. Was his ancestors whispering to each other in front of him? To further annoy him, Altaïr eyed him closely, nodding in agreement with whatever Ezio whispered to him, tilting his head to reply his response equally as low in tone. Becoming fed up by what was taking place, Desmond was about to speak. However, what stopped him, were the sudden, very untrustworthy smirks that appeared on both Assassins as they looked to him. Taking a step back, Desmond looked between both men, "W-what?" The uneasy feeling returned as they both began advancing on him, smirks still in place.
Just as they reached out, a hand taking both of Desmond's, it was almost like the Animus 2.0 treated what was happening as if it were just another memory. For last thing Desmond saw was the Assassins grabbing him. Next thing he knew, he was lying on his back, lying on something firm yet soft at the same time. And warm, very warm. Looking around, he turned his head, his face heating up as the hot breath of Ezio ghosted over his left ear. Strong arms came up from under Desmond's, holding him against the Assassin he was currently laying on top of. Next thing he noticed, which caused for him to become completely alarmed and begin struggling against the strong hold against him, was he was naked of everything except his hoodie. Which even it did little to cover him. For it was completely unzipped and pushed apart, exposing his chest and stomach. Gentle words were whispered hotly against his ear, causing him to tense up, before relaxing against the body beneath him. After settling against Ezio, Desmond realized, with greater uneasiness, that Ezio was no longer clothed himself.
Tilting his head to the left a little, Desmond's eyes locked with Ezio's, the Assassin's gaze calm and reassuring as he gave him a slight squeeze. He knew where Ezio was... but where was Altaïr?
The instant he thought that, he felt a presence before him. Keeping his head still, Desmond's eyes blinked to in front of him, his heart skipping a beat as his mental question was answered. Altaïr was crawling over him, moving to settle between his and Ezio's legs, now lying against him. Desmond felt his face heat up greatly, earning a chuckle from both Assassins, as his eyes unconsciously trailed over Altaïr's built frame. No longer wearing his robes, or anything for that matter, he was able to see every perfect curve and dip of his body. He shook his head, eyes shutting tightly while unbelieving how hard he was becoming under the gazes of both Assassins as Ezio held him closer, and Altaïr lowered himself upon Desmond.
His eyes snapped open with a gasp as he felt both pairs of erections against his body. Eyes full of confusion and fear glanced up at Altaïr, who smiled reassuringly down, but it was Ezio who spoke. "We're just having a little... family fun." he chuckled.
Desmond shuddered at the hotness of Ezio's words and breath, his body beginning to tingle with unexpected anticipation as he felt both Assassins pushing against him. His body tensed up at the sudden intrusion of a finger, though whose he was not able to tell. Eyes shut tightly in pain as a second digit was added, both Assassins whispering calming words to their decedent as the fingers worked him into a deeply panting, nearly limp mess on top Ezio. A whimper tore from Desmond's throat as a third finger was added, the digits halting to allow him time to adjust. He cracked an eye open, and saw Altaïr gazing down at him with concern flashing across his face. Ezio's heavily accented voice filtered into his ear at that moment, "Careful... or you'll hurt him."
His words of warning told Desmond that it was Altaïr who was stretching and preparing him. He watched as the other continued after a second more of waiting, felt as he pushed his fingers further into his body. He tensed up unconsciously as the digits felt around, soon gasping loudly and arching his back into the Assassin behind him as something deeply inside of him was found. Upon locating his prostate, Altaïr smirked and gave a glance to Ezio. The Assassin beneath Desmond gave him a nod, and began running his tongue along the outer shell of their decedent's ear, earning a violent shudder.
A soft sound came from Desmond as the fingers were slowly removed, earning soft chuckles from both ancestors. Lowering himself flush against Desmond's chest, Altaïr leaned over, capturing the younger man's lips in an intensely hot and distracting kiss when he turned his head to face him, his tongue sliding across the younger man's lips. As if he had no control over his actions, Desmond felt his lips parting, and a shiver ran through him as the others strong tongue slipped into his mouth, exploring every crevice and corner.
Desmond's mind began racing with the sudden increased pace of the events taking place. How was this even happening? Why was it even happening? Too caught up in his inner turmoil, he didn't hear the softly spoken words between the two Assassins. Ezio smirked against Desmond's ear, his gaze to Altaïr. "Let me go first." His tone was slowly becoming shaky as the body above him started writhing against his own. Altaïr spoke no verbal words, but stared down into the eyes of his first decedent, letting the Italian know his place. With a glare and annoyed huff, Ezio turned his attention back to Desmond's ear, licking along the edge before gently sucking his earlobe between his teeth, kneading it gently.
Desmond's mind suddenly drew blank when his body began feeling as if it were being ripped apart. A cry slipped past the lips of the Assassin-to-be, breaking the kiss as Altaïr pushed his erection slowly into him. All motions ceased for what seemed like an eternity, the burning pain shooting up his body. How was he even feeling the pain? Was this really happening? Altaïr studied his expression, hesitant on moving due to the pained look on his decedent's face. Leaning over gently, he rest their foreheads together, grabbing Desmond's attention. He cracked an eye open, looking up into the golden ones above him. "You must relax, Desmond. It will get better."
"Si. Relax..." Ezio urged hotly into his ear, causing yet another shudder to pass through his body. Both Assassin's gave each other a glance as they felt the man they had sandwiched between them slowly beginning trembling. They tried to determined if it were caused by pleasure, or fear. Just when they came to the conclusion it was out of fear and about to pull away, Desmond began calming, his body going slightly slack against Ezio's. A deep, shaky sigh came from the one in the middle, a low moan escaping him as Altaïr shifted, causing both Assassins to give hopeful glances
Desmond slowly opened his eyes only half way, gazing up into Altaïr's for a moment. He came to the conclusion that the Animus truly fucked up to a whole new level... and that this was not really happening. However, he couldn't lie about the arousal he was feeling. Shifting slightly, he lifted his arms up to wrap them loosely around Altaïr's neck, pulling him down into a deep kiss as he forced his tongue past the Assassin's lips, earning a jealous sound from behind as Ezio was forced to just lay there and watch. Taken slightly off guard by the move, Altaïr stared into the others half lidded, drunken like gaze. It was not until Desmond's eyes slid shut when he responded, pushing into the kiss with added force as he moved his hips forward. A deep moan reverberated in the back of Desmond's throat as the Assassin began a steady pace, the noise causing the Assassin beneath him to respond with a moan of his own, as well as a sharp bite to his earlobe. Sucking in a gasp of air through his nostrils at the stinging sensation that ran along his ear, Desmond bucked his hips upwards, trying to encourage Altaïr to quicken his pace. The motion had the Assassin above him growling as he obliged, snapping his hips forward, thrusting with deadly accuracy as his erection struck that same spot deeply within his decedent, earning a nearly pitiful sound to leak from their lips.
As the passion began heating up between his ancestor and decedent, Ezio began growing jealous and feeling left out. However, as he continued to watch the scene right before him; the way Desmond tilted his head for a more comfortable angle as Altaïr's tongue delved deeper into the hot wetness of his mouth, licking along his lips every so often, each pulling back to allow their tongues to wrap around each other out in the open, had the Italian biting back a moan, feeling himself growing painfully hard from the actions.
Altaïr picked up on the growing discomfort from the other, cracking an eye open to gaze into the younger Assassin's pleading eyes. "Share? It's my turn..." he nearly whined, bucking his hips up against Desmond's backside which earned a muffled gasp that was swallowed by Altaïr. Without breaking the kiss, Altaïr gave a quick nod of his head, which pulled the lips of the Assassin beneath them both into a wide smirk.
Just as Ezio began shifting around excitedly, Altaïr broke the kiss, much to Desmond's disappointment, and glanced down at him. "Wait." The simple word spoken in a shaky, yet still strong tone, had both his decedents gazing at him in confusion as he leaned back, Ezio holding a more annoyed look in his eyes while Desmond took the time to catch his breath as he recovered from the kiss. Altaïr then moved his right hand between him and Desmond, causing their decedent to raise a brow. Keeping his golden eyes locked with Desmond's own, the younger man suddenly cried out, tensing up greatly as he felt the other stretching him further. His body had grown accustomed to the girth of the others erection, however, now he was slipping his fingers back into him, while keeping his erection in place.
Despite trying to keep them in, not wanting to show weakness in front of both his ancestors, Desmond couldn't help as the stinging in his eyes became too great, the tears leaking past his tightly closed lids, cooling his burning cheeks as he turned his head away. Both Assassins did everything they could think of to ease their decedent's discomfort, working together to try and distract him from the intense pain. Ezio moved his hands along Desmond's broad chest, his lips giving gentle kisses and nips along his neck and jawline, while Altaïr's lips gave the other side of his neck the same treatment, his fingers slowly easing further into him. To help make it easier on both himself and the one beneath him, Altaïr gently pushed his erection in rhythm along with his fingers, his brows knitting together in pure concentration. The grip Desmond had around his ancestor's neck tightened as the pain nearly grew too great to handle, a broken sound escaping his lips.
Just when Desmond parted his lips to plea for them to stop, it was nearly that instant the pain started dulling away, a warming pleasure taking it's place as Altaïr began moving both himself and fingers in a steadily rising pace. An eager expression over came Ezio as Desmond's tears slowed until finally they stopped, his face buried in the crook of the Assassin's neck, his lips barely kissing flesh as he breathed deeply. Giving Altaïr a glance, the older Assassin nodded, slowly slipping himself and fingers free. Desmond basically whimpered at the loss of feeling the other man deeply inside, however braced himself as he had a pretty good idea of what their plans were.
Using the precum that had already begun leaking from both his own and Desmond's erections, Altaïr coated Ezio's entire shaft, smirking as he squeezed him suddenly, wrenching a moan from the younger man. Taking his coated hand, he smeared an even amount over his own shaft, before moving his fingers to Desmond's entrance. He made sure everything was slick enough to give as little discomfort as possible. Sensing a heavy gaze on him, he looked down, eyes locking with Desmond's. The dark blush lining the cheeks of his decedent, his slightly parted lips still simmering from their saliva of their last kiss, his eyes darkly clouded from lust, everything had the Assassin growing harder, pushing his hips into the younger man that caused their weeping erections to rub lazily against together.
The expression on Desmond was hard to read if he were still enjoying this, or if he was at all. Being concerned by this, Altaïr turned to Ezio, who had also picked up on the others expression. Leaning down, Altaïr captured Ezio's lips in a hot kiss, their tongues immediantly wrestling against each other for dominance. Desmond watched, feeling how their heated kiss was affecting them further, soon deeply groaning in the back of his throat as he felt himself responding. The two Assassins smirked against each others lips at the sound, Altaïr being more than pleased as he felt the other responding, breaking the kiss to look between the two.
With a slow nod, he positioned himself once again, slowly pushing himself back into the hot tightness once more with a soft sound. He stared at Desmond, his eyes asking the question if he were ready. The one between the Assassins answered the one above him with his eyes, no words being passed between any of them as Altaïr gave Ezio a nod.
The Assassin beneath Desmond returned with a nod of his own, shifting around slightly until his erection rubbed against Altaïr's. Using his right hand, Altaïr took hold of Ezio, guiding him the way. Taking a deep breath, Desmond squeezed his eyes shut as he braced himself, Ezio whispering for him to relax. Everything was perfectly fine. He was calm, his breath no longer as shaky. It was all perfect. Until the head of Ezio's erection pushed into him.
He cried out, nails biting into Altaïr's flesh as he arched his back off Ezio's chest, head digging into the Assassin's right shoulder. The Assassins traded worried looks, but continued with their motions, only much slower. Ezio lifted his head, pressing his mouth to Desmond's ear to whisper, "Shh. Relax... this will be like nothing you have ever experienced." He frowned as the tears returned, his chest aching at being part of the cause for his decedent's pain. Leaning closer, he stuck his tongue out, catching the tears on the tip as they streaked down the side of his face, Altaïr joining in the task of licking his tears away, giving them a salty taste to their mouths.
After what seemed like an eternity, both Assassins halted all movements. Desmond was vaguely curious as to why, until it dawned to him. Both were fully sheathed inside him. It was as if the realization of it hit all three of them at once, a loud moan being passed between each of them as they lay still for a moment. Desmond shifted, groaning as the action caused both erections deeply embedded in him to move, which in turn earned sharp gasps and deep moans as the two Assassins shuddered against him.
The tightness around Altaïr's erection at first was almost enough to make him lose himself, but the added pressure which came with Ezio's joining was nearly too much. The simplest twitch was enough to send enormous waves of pleasure cascading through out his body as he and Ezio rubbed against each other encased on the hot tightness of their decedent. Neither of them wanted to move at first, but the building pressure of their already fast approaching orgasms had their bodies moving without commands. Ezio moved his hands to Altaïr's hips, pulling on him while the older Assassin moved his hands to grasp the best he could of Ezio's waist, pulling and pushing with equal force. At first, they moved as one, causing Desmond to cry out with each thrust. His two ancestors smirked however, at the cries. For they were not of pain, but of pure ecstasy. His back arched away from Ezio, his shoulder blades pushing into the Assassin's chest as his head fell over his shoulder, eyes shut tightly at the blinding pleasure as both erections pushed against that spot with deadly accuracy. The perfect rhythm the two Assassins had going against their young decedent kept in place, however the pattern changed greatly. Instead of moving as one, they took turns, rotating between thrusting in and out. The newly developed pattern had Desmond cursing, biting his lip til it bled as the rhythm provided a constant stimulation to that one stop deeply inside of him.
His end was coming much faster then he had ever felt before. The intensity of pleasure he was receiving from both Assassins was nearly making him go mad. He was slightly brought back to earth with the hot chuckle in his ear. Ezio smirked up to Altaïr, his eyes burning with lust. The younger Assassin was the one who thought of this little "family fun", of course he would be the one to add another notch to it. Grinning widely, he eyed his ancestor. "Why not make this a little more...interesting for you and I, Altaïr?"
The older man paused his motions, glaring down at the younger, annoyance at having to stop crossing his eyes. He regarded him for a second, before tilting his head to the side, "And what exactly is your proposal to that?"
Ezio's smirk grew wider, not only at the look he was getting form the older man, but also at the writhing of the man between them as he whimpered from the lack of stimulation. He licked his cheek apologetically, while eying the other Assassin. With his lips still to Desmond's cheek, he whispered, his tone deep and seductive, his accent becoming more profound, "Let's see which of Desmond's ancestors is better. Shall we?"
Altaïr eyed him, not sure if he was going to like where this was going. However, at having a chance to better the younger Assassin, his lips pulled into a smirk, "Go on."
Ezio chuckled again, turning his head so he could nuzzle Desmond's cheek while speaking, the youngest of the three becoming extremely restless, "Let us see... who can get our dear Desmond here... to moan their name out loud first. Yes?" His eyes were dangerous.
Altaïr studied him closely, his smirk slowly fading. He then looked to Desmond, whose eyes were shut tight, lips slightly parted, chest heaving. Sweat had begun building on their bodies, giving them a beautiful shine in each others eyes. Just when he was about to oppose the idea, Desmond cracked open his left eye, gazing up into the Assassin's. It was that instant that made Altaïr agree to the others idea. For at that instant in time, he had to hear his name spoken by the youngest of them. With his smirk renewed, he turned his gaze to Ezio, "Very well."
With determination to win set in the minds of both Assassins, they picked their pace up, keeping with the secondary pattern of taking turns striking that little bundle of nerves that caused Desmond to cry out and writhe in their tight grasp. They held tightly to each other, sandwiching their decedent comfortably between their hot, sleek bodies. The desperate need for release caused Desmond's ears to go deaf when they were discussing the new game they were playing, unaware of the renewed determination as they continued to work, now against each other, to push the younger of the three over the edge, knowing that will be when he would moan the victor's name.
Ezio smirked, knowing he would be able to win easily with his "expertise" with things like this. Placing a kiss to Desmond's cheek, he began chanting encouraging words in Italian, both he and his decedent becoming surprised by him understanding his words. Feeling he had one upped Altaïr, he gave the Assassin a smug look, licking Desmond's cheek to help tease him further.
Holding his tongue, Altaïr merely glared back, before looking to Desmond's tensed expression. If he could understand Ezio's language, there was a chance he could with his own. Leaning close, his lips to Desmond's right ear, he began whispering hotly in his native tongue, using his own words to persuade Desmond's release be caused by him. Ezio watched in amusement as it seemed he was the one who lucked out with having Desmond understanding his words. However, just as he was about to poke fun at his ancestor, Desmond moaned, whispering a breathless response in Altaïr's language, the heavy Arabian accent rolling from his tongue fluently. The reply had Altaïr pausing, staring down at him with a faint blush to his own face. Suddenly, he looked to Ezio, grinning as he leaned back in to assault his side of Desmond's neck with his tongue.
Ezio growled under his breath, cursing as he took Desmond's ear between his teeth, suckling gently while whispering more erotic sentences. Not wanting to allow the younger Assassin to gain the upper hand, Altaïr began whispering just as seductively, both adding haste as their own words began affecting them.
Desmond whimpered, biting his lower lip as both Assassin's raped his ears and mind with their breathless words, Arabic and Italian mixing unusually beautiful together as they pushed him and, unbeknown to each other, themselves closer to the edge.
Perfect rhythm became lost, hands losing the grips they had due to sweat, resulting in nails to bite into flesh. Desmond's hoodie no longer white as it became darker in color as it absorbed the sweat of all three men, growing rather uncomfortable as it began clinging to his body. Scratches appeared on limbs and sides, Altaïr's back becoming littered by red marks as his youngest decedent's hands moved from around his neck, to claw at his back, all burning by the sweat as each body grew tense, orgasm upon them all.
Ezio began encouraging Desmond's release in his ear, trying every skill he had to win the youngest over. Desmond licked his lips, his deep, labored panting nearly sounding as if he were hyperventilating. He cracked his eyes open to gaze at Ezio, moaning at the expression he was given. Ezio licked his lips, feeling victory upon him as he glanced to Altaïr.
The oldest of them did not meet Ezio's taunting eyes. He fixated his stare at Desmond, thrusts coming in stronger snaps that pulled a gasp from the youngest member each time. He felt himself nearly let go at the site of the other, moving his left hand from Ezio's hip, to rest it gently to Desmond's cheek, "Desmond."
At the whisper of his name, Desmond turned his head, gazing up into the golden eyes burning brightly before him. The look in Altaïr's eyes caused the one caught between the two Assassins to lose his breath for a moment, his brain and body forgetting how to breathe. Leaning over, Altaïr tenderly placed his lips to Desmond's, gently kissing him as he gave a few more strong thrusts. He felt he would lose this little game after all, for the site of Desmond before him was going to finish him. With one final thrust, Altaïr's body locked, his release overtaking him.
However, it was that particular thrust that struck that one spot deeply inside Desmond once more, making everything go white as he locked up, his body tensing and muscles contracting as he moaned Altaïr's name, tone temporarily heavily coated in an Arabian accent as he came, coating his and Altaïr's lower abdomen's in his seed, little trails finding their way down Desmond's sides and along Ezio's, a little of it being soaked up by his hoodie.
As if a chain reaction was caused, Ezio groaned loudly at the sudden added tightness around his and Altaïr's erections, and, even though it was not his name, the way Desmond moaned Altaïr's caused his body to lock in place as he, along with his ancestor, both spent themselves deeply in their decedent, their hot essence mixing together and burning with pleasure.
Desmond moaned incoherent words at the feeling of both Assassins releasing, his intense orgasm washing over him in waves, causing his body to spasm as both his ancestors managed to twitch a couple a shallow, yet deep thrusts, emptying themselves of everything. Bodies collapsed, going limp as all remaining strength was swept away with their orgasms, labored panting echoing in the emptiness of the area.
Cracking his eyes only slightly, Desmond looked around, the whiteness of the area beginning to waver a little. He couldn't tell if it was from the intensity of his release, or the thumping of his heartbeat in his ears, but he seemed to have been growing deaf. A faint white noise was slowly filling his ears as he looked to Altaïr as he pushed himself up on shaky arms. He smiled down at him before leaning over, gently placing a kiss to the scar on the edge of Desmond's mouth, before disappearing in a white flash, only to reappear with Ezio standing by him, both fully dressed and correcting gloves, their hoods pushed back, the Animus having clearly skipped another "scene". He looked down to himself, surprised to see he himself was fully dressed. His hoodie, however, was still unzipped and pushed open, reveling the scratches caused by his ancestors in pleasure.
Altaïr held a victorious smirk on his face, while Ezio seemed sore. Finally, the Italian glared to Altaïr, "You do realize that you cheated!"
The older Assassin said nothing as he merely chuckled, before pulling his hood up, over his head. "Really? How do you come to that conclusion?"
Ezio's face was still red from sex, but also from anger, "He was about to say my name! Then you went and messed everything up!" he growled, fixing his belt as he noticed it wasn't sitting right. Altaïr said nothing at first, though mumbled something with a smirk about the other acting childish over losing his own game. Ezio ignored him and turned to Desmond, smirking while pulling his hood over his head, masking his eyes, "Well, then. I'll just have to work harder next time, won't I?"
Desmond sat quietly through out their bickering, until Ezio had said that. His face heated up, eyes growing wide as he glanced back and forth between the two Assassins who were both smirking down at him now. After a second more of gawking between them, Desmond managed to swallow the hard lump that suddenly appeared in his throat, "N-next time?" That earned him chuckles from both as they approached him.
Kneeling before him, both Assassins chuckled once more, Ezio placing his hand to Desmond's chin, "Of course. I don't like to lose. So we will have to have a rematch." He glanced over at the one to his left, smirk growing wider.
Altaïr shook his head, laughter escaping him as he looked to Ezio, "I will only beat you again."
Ezio sneered, smirk bearing teeth as he looked away, "We'll see, old man." His comment earned a hiss of the older Assassin's hidden blade tearing into the silence of the area, a warning glared hard at him. However still, he laughed, looking to Desmond. "Don't get into too much trouble." he smiled, leaning over and placing a kiss to the corner of the youngest one's mouth. Altaïr chuckled, leaning in and placing his lips to the opposite side Ezio's were occupying. Desmond just sat still, eyes sliding shut at the feel of both pairs of tongues slipping across his lips before gently pushing into his mouth for a brief taste, the two smoothing over their decedent's in a three way dance of passion.
Pulling away, both Assassins stood, giving their decedent one more smirk, before turning their backs to him, walking off side by side only to fuzz in and out, soon fading altogether. Desmond sat staring, eyes half lidded as he felt completely alone just then. Just as his mind began to recover from the all the events that had just taken place, his hands shot to his ears as the same high pitch sound pierced the silence, causing him to double over in pain.
"I found him! Shit, this isn't good. I'm pullin' him out!" Rebecca's voice was heard suddenly over the loud white noise over powering his eardrums. Just as the sound began growing louder, it all suddenly stopped, his vision going white. Next thing he remembered was his eyes slowly fluttering open, being greeted by Rebecca's concerned expression, "You ok? We thought we lost you in there."
Desmond pushed himself up, throwing his legs over the side of the Animus, "Y-yeah. I'm fine." He then placed a hand to his left cheek, feeling it slightly swollen and sore, which caused him to raise a brow.
"What exactly happened to you in there, Desmond?" Shaun walked up, arms crossed over his chest as he studied the others face. "We weren't able to see or hear anything for over an hour. You wouldn't respond to anything. Not even when Lucy slapped you." He generally sounded concerned. In his own twisted way. However, he couldn't help but chuckle at the last statement he made while walking back over to his corner to go over the data they were able to retrieve.
Desmond narrowed his eyes at Shaun, but then looked over to Lucy. The blond smiled nervously, shrugging her shoulders. "I panicked?"
Shaking his head with a smile, Desmond pushed himself to his feet, "I think I've had enough of the Animus for today. I'm gonna to go take a shower and lie down for a little while and-" He was caught off as his legs gave way under him. Quickly grabbing the side of the chair, he caught himself, the other three moving over to help him. "I-I'm fine." He waited before releasing the chair to make sure he was steady enough. He took a deep, nervous breath as he stood on shaky legs. his body ached and burned just like it was when...
Shaking his head, he walked past everyone towards the hall, making his way to the shower room. Locking the door to insure privacy, he leaned against the wall, releasing a long sigh as he moved to stand before the mirror. After a second of staring at his reflection, he began stripping. Turning to the shower, he paused and looked to the mirror once more as something caught his eye. A gasp slipped past his lips as he looked from the mirror to his body.
His sides and chest were covered in red marks. Gently, he traced the markings, hissing as they stung rather badly. He sighed as he stared, taking his hand away. They were fresh. And in the exact same spots where Altaïr and Ezio's hands roamed while leaving their marks.
A content sigh passed his lips as a shy smile found it's way on his face, his cheeks heating up as he stepped into the shower.
This time, he was actually looking forward to entering the Animus again.
To Be Continued...