He held his head as memories flooded into his mind. It was a familiar feeling by now, but it still made him shudder every time. His eyes went half lidded and he panted softly. /Abstergo says that they're done with subject 17. He should be able to take down Zeus. His virus is progressing faster due to the bleeding affect. You, solider -- take this to Gentek./

Abstergo? A company that made medicine. Perhaps they knew what was going on with this...virus inside of him. Perhaps they knew what had killed him. He took off at a sprint towards where he knew Abstergo was. It was a ways from here - but the short distance could be covered by him easily. What took a car hours, took him minutes.

(What is Subject 17?) He thought. The solider hadn't known, only that he had the same virus as Alex mercer. Blue eyes hardening, he sped up, jumping off a roof and gliding. He hoped it wasn't another disgusting, diseased hive-creature like the thing that he'd been made from.

He was ready for battle when the 'Abstergo' sign came into view, his arms morphing, writhing until they formed long blade-claws. He landed with a resounding crash on the sidewalk before the place, death in his eyes.

Desmond felt like he was floating. His mind could barely register what was happening to him, and next moment he saw white. He shut his eyes tightly before opening them, and the world became suddenly clear. His ears picked up the sound of gears shifting and moving as a clear piece of machinery moved away from his eyes, allowing him to see his surroundings.

"Nice to see you awake Subject 17.." Came a voice that he had become familiar with. He frowned slightly at the name he'd been given.

"Vidic." he muttered as another woman, a blonde–What was her name? Oh yes, Lucy–typed on the computer, her fingers moving over the keys quickly. He slowly sat up now, raising a hand up and touching at the side of his face, rubbing his temple.

"How are you feeling?" he asked conversationally. Desmond arched his brow. "I feel like a bag of chips. Speaking of which, I'm hungry." he stated as he slowly pushed himself to his feet now, crossing his arms over his chest.

Vidic chuckled. "Cute." he said to him slowly. "But we have things that we must do Mr. Miles." he stated. The younger males' brows rose. "Like what?" he asked him suspiciously. "We have a job for you." Warren stated slowly to him.

Desmond frowned. "Another one?" he asked him slowly. "What do I have to do now? Beat up another one of those robots?" he asked him. Warren frowned slightly. "No...this is an actual person. They're highly dangerous and they're coming here.." he stated to him.

Desmond perked up. "Oh?" Warren smirked. "Interested now?" he asked. "The get suited up." he stated to him.

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That had been about 15 minutes ago. He was standing in the center of a large room. It was the entrance to the building. His head was slightly bowed as he thought to himself, pursing his lips silently. He had a lot on his mind. They told him about the person he was going to go against.

Zeus. That's what they had called him. Someone like him. That's what they had said. He frowned to himself. He was wearing some blue jeans, white converse and a white hoodie. The hood was back though. The front of his jacket had a symbol on it. Abstergo's symbol. He frowned to himself as he looked at his hands. This was someone that he would have to kill. Those were his orders.

He was still just getting used to being like 'this." He could see the figure approaching now.

/Subject 17, huh./ Alex thought dismally, his brows furrowed. His claws flexed slightly as he stalked towards the doors, breaking through the glass with one hard kick. He moved inside, spotting Desmond. For a few seconds he thought it had to be some kind of joke. Staring at him with cold blue eyes, his growled.

"Out of the way, kid." he snapped, his voice low and rough. "I don't have time for you." He growled, his claws flexing a bit more, tendrils of virus-flesh curling around his arms and snaking across his back before settling again, like a cat's fur prickled when it was angry.

Then, he frowned. He closed his eyes, opening them again. They had flashed gold for a moment, and his gaze suddenly turned dark, murderous...predatory. His eyes flicked back to blue moments later. "So you're infected." He spat, sounding disgusted. After a brief pause, a cold smirk spread across his lips and he pointed one claw at Desmond.

"Are you Subject 17?"

Desmond was silent as he watched him, frowning. So this was the person he had to kill. He could sense the infection from them but that didn't in the least scare him. But he supposed because he was infected himself. He gave him a look.

"Yep. In the flesh. You deserve a cookie." He replied to him. "You've been causing quite a bit of trouble for Gentek." he said as he rest his hands on his hips, tilting his head back and he shook his head slightly. His hazel eyes watched him calmly assessing the infection on the other figure.

He glanced at his blades for a moment, seeming to decide better of them. one arm slowly writhed with bits of black and red flesh, settling back to a humanoid hand. The other arm however, morphed and writhed further, his entire shoulder and arm changing. It became a blade that was more than half of Alex's total body length, sharp and threatening.

"I will see to it that Gentek is in ruins when I find who's done this to me." Alex said smoothly, his lips pressed into a thin line. Tendrils began to writhe around his legs, strengthening them. He could jump, attack, strike out at Desmond before the man could use his own abilities - whatever they were.

"And if I have to...I'll absorb you." He uttered lowly, his lips curving into a slight smirk. "Gentek should really stop sending things to me that I can grow stronger from." He chuckled, crouching slightly before he took off into the air, jumping nearly to the ceiling. He twisted, aiming a kick to Desmond's chest as he came down. If Desmond couldn't dodge this, then...well, it would be all the easier to absorb him, wouldn't it?

But Desmond didn't dodge him, in fact, his hands came up and he caught his leg between his hands. His eyes watched him, his expression blank before his lips curved upwards slightly into a small smirk. Using the momentum he began to spin in a circle, his grasp still holding onto him tightly. Inhumanly so as he spun round and round. Everything around Alex began to blur together from how fast he was spinning, and it was the next moment that Desmond released him, sending him flying towards one of the walls, crashing against the thick metal to the point of denting.

Alex let out a low snarl. Being thrown back and hitting the wall, he flipped, landing on his feet again. His back ached briefly, writhing with tentacles that sought to repair the injured flesh. His feet made an indentation in the ground as he growled lowly, eyes narrowing. So, this 'subject 17' could fight, eh?

"You're annoying." Alex growled, moving for him again, aiming to slice him clean in half with the long sword. He was ready to bring out his shield if he needed it, or his armor, depending on how goddamn annoying this other man was.

Desmond's eyes narrowed as Alex came at him again, his lips curling slightly. His hazel eyes seemed to light up a bit, taking on a bright golden color. It resembled that of an eagle's and as the sword came up to him, a blade shot out from his left arm, blocking the blow. "Novice." he replied flatly, his tone different as he pared Alex's sword arm to the side. He kicked him away.

His persona seemed different, nothing like before. His body language exuded confidence. He began to walk over to him, and there were a sound of sliding metal. A sword in his right hand. "I will end your poor excuse for a life.."

Alex hadn't fought an opponent so strong before. He wasn't used to such.... grace. Growling, he changed his weapon again - armor appeared all over his body. His hand turned to a whip, the ends tipped in blades. "/Novice/? You're a poor excuse for a /master/ then." He jibed, striking out with the whip, lashing out with it from afar.

If close combat with him was bad...he'd stay away, for now, until he could better ascertain what kind of attacks the man could perform.

Desmond back flipped away from the attack, the blade narrowly missing him. His hand shifted down, the sword sliding back and it seemed to vanish into his flesh again. His hand shifted down to over his chest and there was a gleam of silver before five daggers came flying at Alex, all aiming for his vital areas.

"Guh!" He hadn't expected that. A blade sunk into his shoulder, though his shield blocked the other four. Growling, he lashed out with his whip again, this time using a sweeping strike. He would pound the goddamn brat into submission and take his time absorbing him -- he deserved it after the trouble he'd caused. He used his hand to rip the blade from his shoulder, tossing it aside.

Desmond hadn't expected the versatility in the whip's movement as it came sweeping back again. He was knocked off of his feet, falling back to the ground with a small grunt. He immediately rolled onto his feet but he paused, his hand coming up and holding at his temple. His teeth grit and his lips were curled back. He faltered.

Seeing his chance, the whip came out again, this time aiming to grab him, the blades acting like fingers and moving individually to his commands. It curled around his arm and yanked forwards, bringing him close, within range for Alex to /really/ try to do some damage. "You should have paid more attention, 17." He growled, grinning to himself, his arms now changing, large and massive. Hammer fist was so much better for close combat...and he drew back his fist, ready to connect the punch with Desmond's chest.

Desmond's eyes flashed once again but his reaction was slow. The fist slammed into his chest and he let out a noise flying back and he hit the wall. Hard. He fell to his knees, letting out a cough, his hand resting over the spot where the punch had landed. He looked up at him.

"...hn.." he muttered as he slowly pushed himself to his feet. He could already feel himself healing, so the pain wasn't as crippling as it had been. "...Alexander J. Mercer, age 29, you were shot to death by BlackWatch agents. Hm ... Nice way to go out huh." he said to him as he stood straight.

Alex felt his blood run hot at that. His eyes widened slightly and then narrowed. So he could absorb memories through touch, could he? Bastard. "You don't know me." He uttered lowly. Alex didn't even know himself fully yet.... those Gentek bastards had stolen his life from him. "I'm obviously..." shifting, he pounded his fists together, the resounding clap shattering all the windows around him. "...Very much alive." Dead, alive, both...what was he? What would he do once he took down who'd done this to him? Desmond knew too much.

"I'll absorb you and the memories you hold." He uttered icily, striding forwards and striking the ground hard just to Desmond's left, the force enough to leave a large indentation.

Desmond staggered a little and he straightened out. He snorted shaking his head. "Oh you may be alive now, but you won't be much longer." his tone was cold again, unfeeling. At the comment his personality seemed to shift again and he arched his brow before laughing.

"Haha...Like I'm going to let THAT happen." he said to him as his hands curled into fists. He came at him. One thing was for certain Desmond was quick on his feet. There was another flash of silver and a sword was coming towards his face.

Alex ducked to the side, narrowly avoiding an up-close and personal encounter with Desmond's blade. He struck again, leaving another large crater. The only problem with this particular power was that it made him sluggish...and so did the armor. He might have to sacrifice his safety in favor of a faster attack.

"You don't have much of a choice!" He growled, body rippling as his hands turned into claws once more, and he dove for Desmond, lashing out at him with powerful strokes.

Desmond dodged back away from the swipe, but the large claws caught the fabric of his hoodie. He looked down at the damage he narrowed his gaze. "I'm sure that I do." he declared as his sword slid out onto his hand again. He gripped it tightly and made for another swipe at him. He felt bit of dizziness hit him though and he slowed for a quarter of a second.

Alex snarled. Desmond was weaker than he was - he could feel it. Something slowed him, he wasn't sure what, but...something. Lunging forwards, he jabbed all five 'fingers' towards the man's shoulder, intending to gouge and tear, to pull him close, and devour him. He would tear Desmond apart if he had to. Tendrils crept out, ready to dig into Desmond's flesh and tear him apart. He WOULD absorb Subject 17.

Desmond tried to dodge the fingers but his movements had been slowed down. There was a sound of ripping fabric in that moment. The pain bloomed in Desmond's shoulder and he let out a pained gasp, trying to recoil away from the sharp blade like fingers, as he was pulled closer towards his enemy.

/No… No fuck shit this isn't supposed to happen!/ he thought to himself as the space between them was closing, and fast. His hand flew up and grasped at Alex's shoulders, while his other hand gripped at the tendrils, trying to pull them out. He could feel the warm trickle of his blood sliding down his back beneath his clothing. His golden eyes were narrowed as he looked at him.

The tendrils lengthened and forced their way inside of him, trying to worm their way in. They curled underneath his flesh, a few snaking under the skin of Desmond's neck, choking him from the inside. What the hell..? He couldn't...absorb him. He was trying, but as he forcibly invaded Desmond's body, he could only see the most recent memories. Something called an animus...a woman, Lucy...a man, Vidic.

/We have a job for you, Mr. Miles./

Miles. Desmond Miles. Age 25. Former occupation: Bartender. He was...alive. "The virus." He growled, glaring down at him, still unsuccessfully trying to absorb him. "It didn't kill you?"

Desmond shuddered, his eyes shutting as his lips thinned into a line. He could have been a smartass, but the tendrils were...distracting. It felt odd feeling them swirling underneath his skin. He knew that if he had been an average human being, he would be in excruciating pain. He let out a tight chuckle, though it was hard to do so with something trying to choke you. His chuckles ended in a harsh cough and he grit his teeth, glaring at him, his golden eyes watching him.

"No." he forced out. He tried to yank the tendrils out to no avail

His absorption consisted of no more than sapping Desmond's strength, stealing it away...as much as he could, anyhow. /Ezio? Altaïr? Who.../ he couldn't figure out who they were, or what they did. But they were there, ever-present in Desmond's mind.

"Why do you work for Gentek?" he asked lowly, since he hadn't yet absorbed that much. Vaguely, he noted that there was an alarm going off somewhere in the building. They knew he was here...

Desmond shut his eyes a little, he was starting to feel it and his golden orbs were dimming slightly, becoming darker in color slowly but surely returning back to hazel. He glared at him. "Because I do. It's my orders… He stated to him, his lips thinned in a line as he watched him. He let out a slow breath, panting softly.

"Get out of my skin..." he growled softly.

Alex's eyes narrowed slightly and the tendrils grew longer, snaking into different parts of his body. A few snaked under the skin of his chest and curled against the flesh there as he tried to forcibly absorb him, to no avail. One hand shifted back to a human one, the other still bladed and digging into his flesh. He gripped Desmond's wrist tightly.

"You don't need to follow their orders." He growled quietly. "Shut up and let me absorb you, Desmond." He sneered, a few more tendrils coming from his the fingers of his now-human hand and snaking up Desmond's arm.

Desmond tried to yank his hand away, tried to break apart, but the claws were keeping him from doing so and he let out a small sound in the back of his throat. Dear...God...it felt so…this man was /violating/ him and he couldn't pull away. "I need to." he reiterated to him before his breathing hitches as the tendrils continued to move beneath his flesh.

"N-no." he growled to him. The tendrils slithering up his arm was...ticklish, but that only seemed to make the feeling worst. "Get off." he stated flatly, his hand tightening on his shoulder.

The tendrils snaked along the top of his flesh now as well as under it. The tentacles inside him had now progressed to his belly, working against his muscled abs, and seemed intent on going lower. If he couldn't absorb him...perhaps torture would work better. "Why should I? You can't make me." He growled out, the tendrils inside him squeezing his throat. The ones on his arm had snaked around the outside of his neck and along his shoulder now, pressing upwards and ghosting across his lips in a mock-caress.

"It would have been better if you'd just let yourself die." From the cold smirk, it was obvious that he believed this to be the perfect solution.

Desmond's eyes widened slightly in surprise, his mouth falling open in shock before immediately shutting, keeping the probing black flesh from going any further. /He wouldn't dare.../ he thought to himself, his eyes narrowing on him suspiciously. He let out a shivered breath as he felt the slight squirming beneath his flesh.

He jerked his face away. "And allow you to know everything about me and Abstergo? Hell no." he stated to him. The more movement he felt inside himself that wasn't his own, the more he began to believe that Alex would do anything to get what he wanted.

The tendrils snuck into his mouth when he opened his mouth, pressing against his tongue. He smirked a little and the tendrils moved further down across his hips and over the tops of his thighs, all the while still buried under his skin. He could only imagine what it looked like to see tiny lines wriggling across Desmond's torso. "You look like you're waiting for something."

He wasn't sure what spurred him on, but the urge to dominate Desmond totally was...overwhelming. He couldn't absorb him, but he would at least make him suffer....and know who was stronger.

Desmond could feel his heartbeat speed up slightly and his breathing came out shaky. He bristled before his mouth shut, teeth clamping on the tendrils, aiming to destroy the delicate black flesh. His eyes flashed slightly. He was sure that the other could feel the pulse of his heart quickening as more time passed.

"I… don't know...what...you're talking about..." he said to him lowly, his breathing slightly quickened due to his heart's accelerating pace.

Inside him, the thin tentacles were snaking along his member -- inside his flesh, squeezing and caressing in a mixture of pleasure and pain. He was giving the man a hand job of sorts - from the inside. "I wonder if you get off on this." He growled, smirking softly.

"Certainly seems like it." He growled, shuddering at the bite, forcing his tentacles deeper into Desmond's mouth, forcing it open so that he could lean in and kiss him roughly, his tongue running over the edge of his mouth.

Desmond let out a soft moan, his back arching of it's own volition and he gasped. "A-ah-" the sound was cut off slightly though when Alex's lips dominated his. He tried to tear his face away but the tentacles prevented him from doing so. He could definitely feel the pain but the pleasure wasn't something that he could entirely ignore. He struggled briefly, the hand that was on 'Zeus' shoulder tightened and he tried to shove them away. His persona seemed to change then.

"M-mrmph!" he tore his head away. "You...bastard..." he panted out slowly, glaring daggers at him, he looked absolutely murderous. "Release me!" He demanded.

He just grinned at that, the tentacles thickening and pressing deeper into his mouth. "You're the one who's submitting so easily." He rumbled. The tendrils inside him squeezed and throbbed, tracing along sensitive veins and spots that weren't normally stimulated from the outside.

"If you want me to 'release' you you'll tell me what you know." He rumbled. Staying connected with Desmond like this, he could catch brief thoughts and memories that came to the forefront of his mind. He'd just have to stay...'connected' until he knew what he needed to know.

Another moan escaped before Desmond could stop it and he glared at him. His head jerked away, trying to dislodge the tentacles but they were already pressed deep in and he couldn't get them out. His heart was pounding in his chest causing the blood to rush up to his face, tinting them a rosy color.

He was growing hard under their ministrations and he glared at him. He knew what they were doing. He knew that Alex was trying to get him to yield his memories. "Go...and…FUCK yourself." he declared. He could feel his knees buckling underneath him and with nowhere to go, he sagged against Alex now. His breathing was unsteady and his hand tightened on his shoulder. He could feel more wetness sliding down his back. He could smell his blood. Iron and coppery.

Alex's tongue ran over his cheek and he bit his ear hard, drawing blood. He smirked slightly, tentacles sliding out from his stomach. He wasn't limited to his hands, after all. The tentacles slid under the hem of Desmond's pants, one slithering across the tip of his cock and nudging against it, trying to press inside. "I'm not really in the mood for that. Your writhing is actually...pretty attractive." He chuckled, smirking a bit.

He had just been trying to get information at first, but he was surprised to find he could get hard at all anymore. Desmond surely had brought out some...interesting passion in him.

He shuddered from the feel of Alex's warm tongue sliding over the side of his face. "S-stop!" he snapped. This was sick. Desmond felt so.../violated./ He felt more of his energy draining, down to the point that he felt...normal, like his old self. Those probing tendrils were touching him so.../intimately/. Alex's words were only adding to the rape as he desperately tried to think of everything and anything besides what it was that Zeus wanted.

"You're...a-ahhh.. a...SICK man." he trembled before gasping just slightly when he felt those black slicked tentacles probe against his awake manhood. /Oh…G-god I feel like I'm...being...fucking...Devoured./ his thoughts declared. Any little damage that Alex was doing to his body was taking forever to heal.

Alex seemed to be enjoying himself. His pants were tight, a bulge forming along the front of them as that tentacle pushed inside of Desmond's cock, caressing and curling inside his urethra, while the tentacles under his skin still massaged the stiff cock. He growled quietly and his tongue traced over the underside of Desmond's chin. He felt like such an /animal/....but it was good, in a way. He wasn't human. The relief in finding that he wasn't human made things so much easier.

'Alex Mercer' was just a person he could pretend to be when he had to.

"If you think I'm sick now..." a smirk spread across his lips and he shuddered in anticipation. "You wont last through the /real/ fun." He growled lowly, grinding up against him, letting Desmond feel his erection. The tendrils caressing underneath the skin of his chest moved around, writhing under his nipples to stimulate him further. This was a physical and mental mind-fuck. He wanted Desmond to break completely.

Desmond let out a yell, his face screwing up somewhere between pleasure and pain./Oh God...oh God!/ The squirming beneath his skin was driving him mad and he struggled again his left hand gripping at Alex's side tightly as he tried to put space between them, but Alex literally had his 'hook's' in him and there was nothing he could do except take what he was dishing out.

"H-haaa..haa." he panted as he felt the tentacles undulate inside him again. "A-ahh!" his back arched and he convulsed a little, not used to the foreign stimulation. He turned his head to the side, panting softly, sweat dotting his brow. Their comment only seemed to flush his cheeks and he let out a shaky moan when the older man ground against him, their covered members sliding against each other. His member was /throbbing/.

/G-god, how did I...get...into this../ His thoughts growled. He was instantly reminded of the memory of stepping into the DMV. /If I wouldn't have gotten that FUCKING motorcycle.../ he swore. He opened his eyes, not sure when he had shut them. "S-So you're going to fuck me, right? Is that what...you're trying...to say?" he panted out, feeling the tentacles writhe against his tongue.

"So you aren't stupid. That's right, /Desmond/.... I'm going to fuck you." He growled lowly, grinding against him again, shuddering at the delicious contact. A single tendril snaked past Desmond's member, inside his pants, caressing against the puckered entrance hidden beneath his jeans. /Desmond was unwillingly taken. Been in hiding.... Motorcycle, tracked by his license.../ He shuddered a little at the memories that flooded him from that single thought, pleased with himself.

He forcibly captured Desmond's mouth in a hot kiss, the tentacles still writhing in his mouth, preventing him from fully biting down. Despite his cold gaze, Alex's body was heated to the touch, as though he were fevered with desire to take him. even as they kissed, the tendrils assaulted him, caressing under his flesh to directly rub his most intimate, sensitive places.

The tendril behind him snaked inside the tight pucker after a moment, feeling slicked with a foreign fluid. /I wonder why I haven't done this before./ He thought to himself, grinning into the kiss.

Desmond's shoulder was throbbing dully in pain and he glared daggers at him when he replied. "B-bastard..!!" he gasped again when he felt Alex ground against him again. He could feel the hot tentacle sliding over his hip and going further back, sliding over his ass cheek and he flinched. "N-no...Nmmph" Alex's demanding lips cut off his protests. His body trembled, and he felt a peal of fear strike through him now.

His back arched and he pushed, twisted and turned, trying to angle his body away, but it wasn't helping. He couldn't get away. He breathed through his nose quickly as Alex's lips and tongue dominated his. By God if he could, he would bite of Alex's fucking tongue off. He was so distracted by his lips that he didn't feel the tendril until it was too late as it pressed through his puckered entrance. His eyes shut tightly and he let out a pained whimper. He could feel himself stretching and the pain that came along with it.

/I..I c-can't.../ his thoughts were cut off as he felt it slide in further.

Lovely. Desmond was so tight...mh. Just the thought of taking him was making him shiver. The tendril inside seemed to slowly thicken, a few more tentacles sliding in to join it and slick him and prepare him. He didn't really feel like going in dry -- luckily for Desmond.

He pulled back slightly, gently licking at his ear and tracing the shell before biting down hard, growling at the taste of blood on his lips. "You can." He uttered lowly, making it painfully clear that while connected like this, Alex Mercer could read every thought this man was having. Oddly enough, he could almost /see/ himself in Desmond's memories as he did it. It was an odd turn on.

"Be glad I didn't decide to just bend you over and take you." He laughed lowly, arrogant and smug of his victory. And Desmond couldn't be absorbed...well, he might be able to kill him, but he was finding the desire to do so was lessening by the second.

Desmond's breathing hitched when he heard Alex's reply to his thoughts. His body seemed to tense at that as well, causing his inner walls to clamp around the slick tentacle, but that only seemed to increase the pain and discomfort. /This is bad...this is...really...b-bad..!! I-I feel like I-I'm...a-ahh../ he thought as he felt the tendril seem to expand in him. He grit his teeth and he looked murderous, but if one looked close enough, they could the fleeting fear shine in those hazel orbs.

/They didn't tell me he was this strong...they...a-ahh didn't inform-/ he could hear his blood rushing in his veins and his heart was pounding frantically. He looked up at him. "I-I /swear/ that when I get out of this...I-I'll../kill/ you." he growled before he bit his bottom lip, his back arching as he cried out. "AH!"

"Surprised?" Alex uttered lowly, his tongue running over Desmond's neck, tracing the tentacles that still writhed there, squeezing, cutting off his air whenever the younger male struggled too much. The movement of the tendrils around and in his cock sped up slightly -- but it was obvious Alex didn't plan on letting Desmond come. Not yet anyway, if at all.

The thicker tentacle inside his tight passage thrust upwards, seeking the sensitive bundle of nerves deeper inside. "Gentek...Abstergo...neither of them know enough -- they can't keep up with my ...appetite." He smirked a little, grinding their hips together again. More tentacles emerged from Alex's flesh, beginning to tear off Desmond's pants so he could actually /see/ what he was doing. At the same time, his own pants were pushed down just enough to free his stiff erection.

"Can you control your own thoughts, /Desmond/? Or are you going to think of something you shouldn't while I fuck you?" He growled, his clawed fingers digging deeper into Desmond's shoulder, spilling more blood over his chest.

This was torture, pure torture. If he wasn't hard enough from the ministrations on his cock, it was only making it worse when Alex would cut off his oxygen. Autoerotic asphyxiation anyone? His skin shivered but he wasn't sure if it was himself or the writhing tentacles.

"H-hah..." his erection burned and he could feel himself close to the edge but. He. Couldn't. Release. He glared defiantly at him but the harsh thrust of the tentacles sent his mind reeling and he screamed. His vision had briefly gone white. He was holding onto Alex tightly and his body was twitching from the blinding pleasure. He was surprised he hadn't passed out yet. It had to be the resilience of the virus, or perhaps it was his own will power.

He opened his eyes, but he could feel them prickling just slightly. He glared at the question but the pain was crippling him. He let out pained sound his lips pressed together before opening, panting softly. His eyes shut tightly and his hands flexed on Alex's shoulder and side.

"I won't give you anything...!" he declared breathlessly and his thoughts echoed with it.

Alex grinned in a frightening manner. He was a predator, and he was /so/ glad that Desmond had given him what he'd wanted: a reason to continue. The tentacle slid out of his tight passage and he forcibly turned Desmond around, the tip of his hard cock nudging against his ass. Tentacles grabbed at Desmond's hips and he was yanked back onto Alex's cock, fully penetrated with one brutal thrust.

The tentacles under his skin writhed wildly, digging into his flesh just hard enough to be painful and pleasurable at the same time. "I'm not letting you come." Mercer growled, claws digging into the flesh of his shoulder once more, more tentacles following it, joining the others already molesting his tortured body, the intrusions contrasting thick and thin under his flesh. He squeezed tentacles hard underneath the skin of Desmond's neck, letting a few squeeze from the outside as well, completely cutting off his air and stifling any cry Desmond might make due to the first intrusion.

God...Desmond's body was warm. As if feeling how warm he was with those tendrils of his own flesh wasn't enough, buried to the hilt, he could /feel/ the throb of Desmond's heartbeat all the more strongly. And...it felt good. He wanted more of that heat.

The scream that tried to erupt from Desmond's lips caught. The tentacles did a good job of muffling it to the point that any noise that did escape was hoarse and like a wheeze. The pain was immense, the pleasure was just right there with it. His skin felt overly sensitive, and the lack of oxygen was making his head spin.

He was sure that he would have thrown up, if there had been anything in his stomach at the moment. He could feel their hot flesh and pulse and throbbing and flesh oh God he couldn't do anything to free himself. His mouth opened more as he tried to force air into his lungs, but he couldn't. He was just starting to see black dots form in his vision, spreading and growing wider. His lungs were screaming and his body was aching, he needed release. He felt his resistance crack a little. /C-can't...b-brea-/

Just as Desmond might have fallen unconscious from the squeeze, the grip of tentacles loosened, no longer restricting his airflow. In fact, the tendrils inside his neck and out were now caressing the skin in a teasingly gentle manner. At the same time, he gave a slow roll of his hips, his human-hand grasping his hip as he pulled out and thrust back in again. He wasn't going to be gentle...not for long, anyway. He was just enjoying the heat...and then he'd get back to driving Desmond completely fucking mad.

A second thin tendril slid into Desmond's urethra along with the first, curling and twisting inside to stimulate the sensitive passage. However, at the same time, the tentacles /under/ his flesh were massaging and squeezing near the base of his cock, making it near impossible to come, even as he assaulted him so intimately.

A brilliant idea came to mind, and without him even needing to will it, his cock seemed to sprout tentacles inside of him, worming deeply to caress his prostate, even as he pulled out almost completely...and thrust back in again.

Desmond's nostrils flared and he inhaled sharply, gasping, his mouth slightly open as he breathed in precious amounts of oxygen. He shuddered, hunching forward slightly. "Ha..h-haa..." his cheeks were bright red. He shuddered, his body shivering over the gentle caresses. "M-mrm...D-don't...a-ahh..." his back arched as he felt the male thrust into him again.

He let out a desperate moan when he felt that second tendril slid into his hard cock, coaxing him to release but at the same time the delicious pain around the base of his manhood prevented such a thing. His hand gripped at Alex's weakly. His head bowed and he looked downward, catching sight of the blood that stained his destroyed hoodie. The whole left side was ripped and torn, by Alex's claws that were still imbedded in his flesh. /I...shouldn't be...ahh...c-conscious../ he thought hazily. He had lost quite a bit of blood and his nerve endings were being assaulted in ways he never thought possible.

He felt something shift and change behind him and next moment he was crying out. "Aah..AHHhhh!" he could feel the caress of his prostate even as his enemy was pulling out. When he thrust in again he nearly lost his mind. "AH!" his voice cracked.

"You like that, don't you?" He crooned in Desmond's ear; the movement of his hips slowly increasing in speed, until each thrust reached deeply. Tormenting him, the tentacles inside continued to stimulate his prostate as he fucked him - though it would be rammed against /hard/ every time Alex thrust in. He wanted Desmond to enjoy this. Pain and pleasure always worked well together -- /Who did I absorb that from?/ He thought vaguely, then shook his head, nipping his earlobe lightly.

"Maybe you should /beg/." He rumbled, tentacles wrapping around the outside of his erection, stroking him, while the ones inside still clamped around the base of his cock to prevent his release. His tongue ran over where his claws still penetrated him, licking up the thin trails of blood there. Fuck, Desmond tasted /good/. The frustration of not being able to devour him, coupled with his intense desire to completely dominate him, made him want to fuck him harder.

/Patience.../ he told himself, smirking a little. "Go on, Desmond. Beg me for it. Beg to come. Beg to be fucked." Alex uttered huskily, his breath hot against the man's ear.

"Ah!...A-Ahh!' he cried out, his moans reaching a higher pitch and octave. /N-NEVER!/ his mind screamed vehemently as he was fucked literally to the ground. He didn't even know how he was standing at the moment. It had to be his enemy's manipulating hand. He gasped loudly, his breathing hitching. His world was spinning violently out of control.

Desmond couldn't take it anymore. He cracked under the pressure finally. 'A-aahh please! Please! O-oh GOD!" he could feel tears in his eyes and he was close to sobbing, his body was coiled tight and tense. He needed his release, he /needed it/.

Alex grinned and sped up his thrusts further, burying himself in that delicious heat. He licked along Desmond's neck, tracing a tentacle that caressed under his skin. "More. I want to hear you scream for it." He hummed, shuddering. He wasn't actually going to let Desmond come yet. Not until he'd finished his business. And with the way that tight heat was squeezing so wonderfully around his cock, well...Desmond might actually get his satisfaction sooner than Alex had planned.

"Tell me what you want, Desmond. Please /what/?" he growled, a third tentacle teasingly starting to nudge against the twice-filled slit of his cock, a gentle press, a slightly bigger stretch...mmn, Desmond was writhing so nicely.

Desmond's moans were no longer able to be held back. He grit his teeth, before opening his mouth to pant because his heart was pounding like a diseased thing. "Please G-god A-aghh! Let me come please! Please!" he begged and he was dimly aware that his skin was covered with sweat. He could feel droplets sliding down over his cheeks. Was he crying? Tears of frustration?

And Desmond did scream when that third tentacle teased his weeping member. His back snapped back at that as though he was trying to remove himself away from it. His inner walls clamped around Alex's thick member, convulsing from all the stimulus he was receiving.

Alex grunted a little. He hammered into him, his hips moving at an almost inhuman pace. Enjoying the sounds of Desmond's screams, he let the tentacles inside of his flesh slowly trickle away from the base of his cock, freeing him - though even if he came, the ones inside his urethra would prevent liquid from trickling out. The third tentacle slid in deeply. Desmond could /come/ but he couldn't /release/. How cruel Zeus was.

He was getting close...so close. He pulled Desmond back against him with the claws in his shoulder and a hand on his hip, his tongue running over the back of his neck. "Nh...You wont forget this, will you Desmond?" He chuckled lowly. "You haven't had this happen before. Glad I was the first." He purred coldly.

With a few final hammering thrusts, he came, spilling his seed deeply inside of Desmond's tight passage. He waited until his orgasm abated before slowly pulling all three tentacles from Desmond's urethra. It wasn't mercy...he just wanted to hear the sound Desmond made when he finally allowed him freedom.

Desmond felt the hot heat of Alex's seed spread through him and he moaned, his body was still very tense. He shut his eyes tightly his wheezing as he felt the tendrils pulling out of his cock, allowing his release. He let out a choked sound, his back arching almost inhumanly as his pleasure sprayed out, landing on his chest due to the way Zeus was holding him. He shuddered, his whole body /quivered/ and he nearly passed out again.

He felt lightheaded and his head was spinning in a sickening way that made his eyes remain closed as he sagged back against Alex's form, his climax seeming to have take the strength out of his body. His head lolled a little to the side, his mouth still open as he breathed. Dimly, past the euphoria he was experiencing, he could feel his dick was burning and throbbing from the brutal treatment. He didn't say anything, and his thoughts were quiet.

That had been...beautiful. He didn't want to kill Desmond, now. Slowly, tentacles retracted from Desmond's body, removing themselves from under his skin and retreating back into Alex's body, until the only thing holding the other man up was his claws, his hand, and the fact his cock was still buried inside him. Slowly pulling out, he smirked at the white fluid that dribbled down the backs of Desmond's thighs. He pulled his claws out now and his hand morphed back to a human one.

Grasping Desmond's hair, he turned him around and kissed him hotly on the mouth. He didn't' know how much Desmond learned of him during their encounter, but he was sure it was a hell of a lot. His tongue dragged over Desmond's lips when he pulled back, having taken his time to ensure the younger man was breathless. "Don't forget this, /Desmond/...because if I meet you again.... I wont be so gentle with you." He grinned, a frightening, crazed grin.

It was then that he saw a group of soldiers coming in from the outside, shouting at him to let Desmond go. He smirked a little. "Little too late for that, isn't it Desmond?" he laughed lowly, tipping his head back as he did so. He let Desmond go however, turning his attention the soliders. He hadn't been able to devour Desmond.... and he was still /hungry/.

Desmond collapsed to the ground, his breathing shallow. His head was spinning he could feel the cold floor against his flesh and he felt the blood, wet and cooling on his chest. He could hear gunshots, each fire of the bullet sounded like thunder to his ears. Alex's words echoed in his mind still though, and it was a little too much to take. His body ached and he let out a weak whimper slowly curling on his side.

He could feel his enemy's presence being called further away by the soldiers and next moment he heard hurried steps at his side. "M-my God.." he could hear a voice as someone kneeled beside him. Was it Alex? His eyes snapped opened and he let out a yell, lashing out blindly, his hazel eyes a bright gold as he tried to put space between himself and the figure.

"It's me Desmond!" a voice snapped, but the familiarity of the voice didn't hit the man as he moved back, trying to get away. He felt a stinging in his throat, his ears picking up a sound of a gun firing. His struggles lost their vigor and he slowly fell back onto his back, breathing through clenched teeth. His eyes seemed to clear somewhat now, and he could see he was looking up at the ceiling. Blonde hair and concerned blue eyes blocked it as Lucy slowly knelt down beside him.

"Everything is going to be okay.." she murmured softly to him. Her hand slowly shifted down, gently touching Desmond's hair and he bristled, flinching away from the touch, but he could feel his eyes growing heavy, and next moment, everything went black.

Lucy frowned and looked up. "He wasn't ready." she growled softly to Warren. Vidic rolled his eyes. "He's still alive isn't he? Without him we wouldn't have been able to gather information on Zeus." he stated to her. "But he-!" "Enough."

"We'll have him extracted from this area and brought to the med bay." he said as he turned his back to her. A group of scientists moved over, hefting the unconscious Subject 17 up and into a stretcher, wheeling him out of the building. "We must go." he stated to her.

Alex spent the better half of the next hour devouring soliders until his hunger was sated. He neatly thinned their ranks, then moved on to destroy two helicopters, and hi-jack a third, which he abandoned while flying over the water. Gliding, he saw the Desmond being wheeled away.

/Desmond Miles.... Subject 17. Altaïr...Ezio. Abstergo is up to something with Gentek. They may be the key to this virus. A medical company.... but the soliders knew that Abstergo controls many more things. Nothing specific.../ he thought dimly to himself, brows furrowing. /Well...subject 17. I'll be seeing you again...once I can decide on a quicker way to extract information from you. /

He'd tasted Desmond's fear, his arousal, and he wanted more. Had he had the chance, he would have dragged the younger male off with him and spent a little more time...thoroughly diving into the younger man's mind. Ah well. Another time would be better.

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