Fill for this prompt:
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Since AC3 just came out, author may like to write about Connor, but any of the assassins (and I mean literally any assassin in the series - including Malik, Rauf, La Volpe, etc) with wings will float my boat.

Bonus points for: a painful transitions
- Learning how to fly
- trying hto keep them hidden
- and partners being facainated by them

First scene inspired by:
post/38400514621/i-dont-know-why-but-lately-ive-just-been

also the second Des/Lucy scene was inspired by that lovely lady with the boobiness okay shh

The prompt was already filled (by the OP, who is a freaking amazing author), but it inspired me so much that I had to do my own. I got lazy with the starting smut, but eh i was tired and without meds. Title is from Farewell, Stars by Message to Bears. This is my first AC kmeme/serious fic fill, so be gentle on the hate

The only thing that can block out the pain are the dreams about Lucy. Desmond wishes she were there right now, wiping the sweat from his face, and not just a phantom in his mind. Although the drugs numb him into a deep sleep, it all feels so real: his tongue against her entrance, her moans and pleading for more, just a little more, and the touch of her hot skin against his own. His groans of pleasure could be heard in the world outside his dreams, but were always mistaken for that of pain.

"Des-Desmond!" Lucy whimpered, her voice to real once again for this time to be a dream. She sat on top of the original Animus in Abstergo, her shirt ripped open to reveal slightly larger than normal breasts and her legs filled with his head as she was eaten out by him. "Please, Desmond! Give me more!"

His tongue easily found her clitoris, swirling it in his mouth, a shriek ripping from Lucy's throat before she was able to clamp one hand over her mouth, to which Desmond chuckled. The vibrations made her shudder and she leaned over him, grabbing his hair with her free hand and coercing him to go faster.

As he complied, Lucy finally tumbled over the edge and came inside his mouth, whispering something. Desmond pulled away to look at her- he could never get enough of that beautiful face- when she spoke again, words filled with sadness.

"Wake up, Desmond," came Rebecca's voice.

With a scream, Desmond awoke to find himself in pain. When it had begun, it'd been torture, radiating in all of his bones, as if they were shaping themselves into something new. Now, he was left with a pounding migraine and foreign lumps in his back, just along his shoulder blades.

The bed was covered in his own dried blood, the once beautiful sheets that covered him destroyed. Thought the room was dark, the bartender squinted his eyes to study where he was being held. To his left was medical equipment, quietly measuring his heart beat and other things. On his right were... toys. His toys from his childhood, to be exact.

He was in the fucking Farm, he realized a split second after. Those fuckers had somehow brought him back to the Farm.

The door flew open at that exact moment, light flooding into the room. Desmond covered his eyes weakly with his arm, barely able to keep it up. Silhouettes filed inside, wearing radiation suits and surgical scrubs. Everyone in the compound, including him, had been taught how to perform amateur surgery, although some went on to become real doctors (at least, inside the Farm).

A hand took his arm and stuck a needle inside it, causing him to hiss in pain. The needle withdrew and more hands rolled him over. He was too weak to protest as the strangers began to probe at the lumps in his back.

It was only when the lumps began moving against his bones, wriggling against his skin, did Desmond scream.

"Jesus!" a voice whispered in the silence, before pressing a blade to the bulging skin and cutting it open. Desmond screamed again and began thrashing as blood began to quickly gush out, followed by the lumps moving on his bones.

The hands tried to stifle the wound, but something tore past his skin which made the hands give up their hold, instead opting to hold the shrieking man down to lessen the damage. It took several minutes of unimaginable pain for Desmond to fall back into oblivion and the arms of his Lucy.

"Hey, Des?"

"Yeah, Loose?"

"Could you..." Lucy bit her lip as his fingers rubbed against her nipple, hands as cold as ice. "Could you warm your hands up a bit?"

Desmond smirked against her shoulder, letting go of her breasts and rubbing them against the blanket they sat on. Despite the cold weather, Lucy had taken off her shirt and bra for him. She sat in his lap, waist entwined by his legs, and he against the headboard of the bed.

"Anything for you, my warrior princess," he whispered in her ear, one hand returning to her breast. Lucy gave a shaky sigh and leaned back into him, allowing him rub his heel into her crotch. "Anything."

His fingers, now warmer than before, began to tease her nipple, while the other set to work on massaging back. His nose rested on her shoulder, taking in the sweet, rosy scent. Lucy turned her head and caught his nose between her lips, kissing it lightly.

Raising his head, Desmond kissed her deeply, easily sliding his tongue between her open lips. His lover moaned in pleasure as he pinched her nipple, arching her back. Slowly, Lucy flipped them and pushed Desmond onto his back, taking her time to please him.

"No fair," he whispered with a wide grin. Lucy traced the scar on his lip with a single finger, a soft smile on her face as she stared into his eyes.

"Totally fair," she decided after a minute, moving her fingers to unzip his jacket. Desmond felt something against his shoulders and he writhed against the bed, but Lucy took no notice.

The jacket was tossed to the side and she easily removed his shirt, throwing it on top of the other clothes. He felt blissful as she began to rub his shoulder blades, sitting up so that she could reach more easily. It felt as if something was unfurling from his back as he did.

Lucy's screams woke him from his morphine-induced slumber once more.

"What do you mean, it's not Abstergo?" William Miles inquired, hands curled into fists. Shaun and Rebecca had been working for days on end since Desmond had been brought to the Farm, nursed from the brink of death. Something had been triggered inside their friend, and to many variables were at the forefront- until now.

"What I mean, sir," Shaun replied, standing up from his computer so that Rebecca did not have to bother with questions. "There are no signs of this being something of Abstergo engineering."

"But he was captured by them for nearly a year! They must've done something to him," the elder repeated stubbornly, the image of his son being torn apart by those... things still fresh in his mind.

"This is a brand new development, Mr. Miles. The Animus 2.0 was made to detect any signs of Abstergo engineering in Desmond's body- had there been anything wrong with him before we found the Apple, we would've been here months ago." Shaun ran a hand through his hair. "Whatever this is, it must have been the Apple's doing."

Bill stared desperately at Rebecca, who was transfixed by the looping security tape on the screen, then back to Shaun. "What should we do then?" he whispered. "We can just sit idly while my... my son is being killed, mutated."

"Maybe we should cut off the you-know-whats?" Shaun supplied, only to be interrupted by Rebecca's snort before he could offer more.

"Too late for that," she explained when the men turned to her, switching to the screen on her right, filled with pictures of Desmond's anatomy and x-rays. They stood behind her chair, peering at the screen when she began pointing to the photos. "There are huge nerve networks running from them, already connected to the brain. Amputating them now would cause severe brain damage and, in the best case scenario, a coma. Had we known what they were before, we could've dug out the bones when the mounds first appeared.

"Unfortunately, it seems they grow quickly-" she pointed to the next picture, an x-ray showing the foreign appendages. "-and inside the body. Human's aren't made for such physiological changes, and especially not Desmond. But that's not the weirdest part-"

Bill rolled his eyes

"-Desmond's bones began hollowing inside roughly after we found the Apple. We all thought he was just losing weight, so we didn't take too much mind. That's before we found him one night, screaming bloody murder and clawing at his face."

Another picture was brought up, a blurry shot of Desmond seizing in her arms. Even Shaun had a genuine look of disgust on his face; he remembered that night too well and threw up for weeks afterward.

"Finally, I was able to find some journals from the assassin's in Jerusalem, some of them talking about a winged man with black robes who would soar over the skies. They believed it to be the grim reaper, looking for his next prey. I think it may have been Ezio, although his change only came near the end of his life.

"Then, I found Achilles' journals. As it so happens, Connor went through the same thing after he touched his Piece of Eden. He was able to learn to actually fly with them, as Ezio probably did, if rumors are to believed.

"And Altair, oh man, Altair... turns out his metamorphosis happened right after he defeated Al Mualim, according to Malik and Maria's journals. He hid it under his robes and refused to speak of it, focusing most of his studies on his Piece of Eden to find out how to reverse the process. His notes were encrypted, but," Rebecca pulled a document from the mess that she called a desk, and handed it to the men, "I was able to translate them, although it took a long time, and that's what I was able to find out."

"Oh my god," they both whispered in unison.