Few things...

1. I don't usually write reader-inserts so this is totally a first for me. Sorry if it sucks.

2. I wanted to try writing in a new tense(I like challenging myself) and I kept screwing it up lol. I'm used to writing like 'he kissed' instead of 'he kisses'. I've read through this so many times to try and correct any mistakes but proof reading really isn't one of my strengths!

3. I don't speak French(which is why I tried to keep it to a minimal) and Google translate is responsible for any bad translations. If any of you see any mistakes, please do tell me so I can correct them!

I think that's everything...I hope you enjoy!


Mon Ange

(My angel)

Your back meets the cold, brick wall gently as a hard body is placed against your own. You know you need to be quiet but can't seem to control the loud, uneven breaths which leave you.

It wasn't a good idea. You both knew that anyone could catch you; all they had to do was walk around the corner, but you couldn't help it. You'd been giving each other sly glances all day, and small, knowing smiles as you brushed teasingly against each other under the unknowing gazes of your brothers. Eventually it had all built up and before you knew it, he was grabbing you and pulling you into a dark hallway you'd passed.

Soft, full lips push forcefully against your own, dominating you in a way which leaves you a quivering mess.

His teeth tug on your bottom lip, giving it a gentle nibble before sucking it into his warm mouth and soothing his wet tongue over it. You gasp at the movement, your body feeling hot and needy as blood rushes down south, leaving your underwear wet with desire, all because of him.

You push your chest into his, wanting to feel him as close as possible. The pressure of your breasts against him make him groan into your mouth despite the layers of both your robes and his.

The hands you'd gripped his broad shoulders with slide upwards until they are hidden in his beaked hood, allowing you to feel his hair between your fingers. Your nails lightly scratch his scalp, something you'd discovered he'd liked after the first time you'd been together.

His robes, larger than yours and your small frame, brush against your sides and you find yourself almost buried in them as your bodies push against each other, wanting and needing to be closer.

With three more quick kisses to your lips, he separates from you and makes a wet path to your neck which he places a rough bite on.

You moan loudly, forgetting where you are.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating against the skin of your throat. "Not that I don't adore all your precious noises but you need to remain silent, mon ange(My angel), else someone might discover us."

Right, you thought, licking your swollen lips and taking a steady breath. You couldn't allow that to happen. The brotherhood had strict rules when it came to fraternizing with with fellow assassins. Master didn't like the idea of brothers fighting over women, causing conflict between them which could put lives in danger. That, and you needed to be willing to die for the brotherhood at a moments notice, and the lover which would be left behind could hold a grudge because of the sacrifice. It was how traitors were created and it wasn't a risk they wanted to take.

But the heat between you and him had been too much for you both to ignore which was how you found yourself breaking the rules and not once regretting it.

The back of your head rests against the wall as you concentrate on keeping your moans at bay while he brushes his lips against your throat. It was a good thing you usually wore a small scarf around your neck(much like he did) as part of your chosen uniform; it was a easy way to hide his possessive marking of you without anyone getting suspicious.

One hand moves from his hair and down his chest, trailing over the multiple layers of his chosen clothing before coming to rest just underneath his waistcoat, on top of his belt buckle.

You can't help but smile when he freezes at your movements and it was his turn to try and suppress his noises.

You smoothly remove the leather from the metal buckle using only one hand before letting your hand slid under the waistband of his breeches. Curly hairs brush against your fingers before you find what you're looking for.

His groan vibrates against your throat as he buries his head in your neck, fingers gripping your hip tightly while his other hand makes it's way into your beaked hood and grips your hair.

"Quiet." You whisper to him with a teasing smile on your lips as you grip him in your hand. He is warm, and his skin feels like smooth velvet. You bite your lip and stroke him slowly but firmly.

A sound gets stuck in the back of his throat as he removes his hand from your hip and places it on your wrist, forcing you to stop your movements. He pulls himself away from your neck, his beaked hood brushing against yours as his breath fans over your lips. "I'm afraid I need to stop you there before I end up taking you against this wall, regardless of who might see or hear."

Your lips part and your mouth dries at his words. For a moment, you fumble, trying to find a reason to not just say fuck it and let him take you right here, right now. You know it would be risky but the pulsing between your legs is becoming too much and you needed him. Needed to feel him inside of you.

You lick your lips, squeezing him gently in your hand and listening to the sweet breath which gets caught in his throat at your movement. You purposely let your lips brush against his while you stare into his lust filled eyes and whisper, "I don't care," your heart skips a beat. "I want you."

His Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, eyes searching yours. "Are you positive, mon ange(my angel)?" he questions quietly while he pulses in your hand at the thought of taking you. "I have to admit, the idea of being inside of you in such a risky place isn't a displeasing one but we must consider-"

You don't allow him to finish and push your lips onto his. Arno had this habit of saying the dirtiest things so casually that it almost sounded like a everyday sentence. It both shocked you and turned on you every time, although you weren't sure he was aware of his words effect on you.

He must have realised that you'd made up your mind, and he kisses you back, once again taking control. He was kind of a freak like that; always had to be in charge. Not that you minded, at all.

Rough fingers slide under your robes and beneath your shirt, heading straight for your breasts. He cups them firmly, thumbs circling your hard nipples, making you moan into his mouth.

His breathing is uneven, just like yours, as you awkwardly begin removing your breeches. You decide that it would be safer to keep them on one leg just in case you have to quickly slip them back on again.

Not missing a beat, one hand moves away from your breast and down your stomach before brushing against the inside of your thighs teasingly.

Your breath hitches and your lips move lazily against his, the kiss almost forgotten in your mind as you concentrate on the hand which began stroking you intimately.

Pleasure spikes through you as a skilled finger slips between your folds and touches your swollen nub through the fabric of your panties. "Arno..." you whisper.

"Shh, mon ange(My angel)," he mumbles against your lips, sucking the bottom one in his mouth as you lost yourself in the feeling he was creating. He gives you a cheeky grin. "I'm going to make you feel like you're flying." he vows.

You smile back and reply breathlessly. "I have no doubts."

The movements of his finger grows bolder, touching you harder and faster until you are whimpering at every circle he draws around you. The smile from underneath his hood tells you that he has you right where he wants you.

Moving your underwear aside, he slides two fingers down towards your entrance, his breathing harsh when he finds the amount of wetness there. His fingers move and tease around your clit once more, making your legs shake as he spreads your wetness around, before returning to your entrance.

"Please." you barely have time to choke out before he pushes them into you. Your body pulses around him; the muscles in your pussy trying to bring him in further.

He smiles charmingly at you. "I see I'm having the same effect on you as you are on me." he tells you, withdrawing his fingers until only the tips are inside you before thrusting them back in roughly, just how you like it, effectively cutting off any reply you have.

His fingers seem to know every spot inside you which make you shake with pleasure. Your orgasm is building rapidly and you can feel yourself on the edge, ready to fall over at any moment. All you need is for him to give you that push which will set you off.

And soon enough, that push comes in the form of his thumb rubbing against the very tip of your swollen nub while his fingers continue to fuck you.

"à couper le souffle(breathtaking) as usual." he mumbles, not stopping the thrust of his fingers, only slowing down when you come to the end of your orgasm.

If you weren't so thoroughly fucked, you would blush; a normal reaction to the charming compliments he gives you. "Wow." you breathe when your breath finally returns to you and your head stops spinning.

His gaze turns darker all of a sudden and you realise that it was because he knew what was coming next; he would finally be inside of you, something you'd both been craving all day.

Your lips meet once again in a open mouthed kiss; lazy and sloppy as his fingers remove themselves from your body, leaving a sticky trail along your thigh as he slides his hands to your hips and lifts you up effortlessly.

Automatically your legs wrap themselves around his waist, your bodies fitting together like two pieces of puzzle. His hands support you while you make it your job to release him from his breeches.

Your breath mingles together as he is placed at your entrance. Your eyes meet and it feels like the world has stopped just before he shifts his hips forward, slowly placing himself inside of you inch by inch.

When he is inside of you completely, he releases a shaky breath through his nose, his fingers tight as he grips you. "Do you know how I would describe such a feeling?" he questions you, voice soft yet deep and lustful.

You shake your head, unable to think, your forehead against his as you enjoy the full sensation he gives your body and soul.

"Maison(home)." he answers simply.

Your heart skips a beat at the same time as tears fill your eyes, both happy and sad. You know exactly how he felt as you felt very much the same way. He was also your home and you never could feel as complete as you did when you were with him.

But it could never be more than just this. Hell, it shouldn't even be this. You were breaking the rules already and if you let feelings get involved, you'd both only get hurt more in the long run.

The brotherhood would never let you and Arno be together. It could only be a dream. Eventually you'd both have to move on and maybe find someone more suitable, someone who hadn't given up their life to the brotherhood. And although the idea killed you, you hoped that he could find someone who would make him happy; who would treat him right.

If they didn't...well, you had enough training to make them regret ever being born.

You didn't reply with words; just let your eyes tell him just how you feel and from the sad, crooked smile on his handsome face, you knew he understood.

The kiss you share when he starts moving his hips was the softest one you had all evening. He pours his emotions into it, trying to tell you the things he knew he couldn't say out loud because it would only cause you both pain.

You did the same back, moaning as his member finds that spot inside of you he knows very well.

He makes sure your clit has enough friction for you to get close again, knowing that you can't orgasm without some kind of stimulation to your precious bud.

Without realising, as your body is pushed towards your second orgasm of evening, your moans are growing louder, giving him no choice but to balance you with one hand while the other covers your mouth.

You can tell he is trying hard to keep up the rhythm he's built but as he grows closer, he keeps losing it and he knows that if you don't come soon, he may very well do it before you did.

Which was unacceptable in his eyes. A true gentleman never came before his lady.

"Fall, mon ange(my angel)." he grunts in your ear, feeling your teeth biting into his hand as you did just that. "I promise I'll catch you."

For the second time that evening, he makes you see stars. Your body clenches and pulses around him, forcing his own orgasm from him whether he liked it or not; he never could hold out once you'd come. He'd once said it was because your body just felt too good and he has no choice in the matter. You found it rather flattering, really.

Your arms are tight around him as he comes down from his high, and you are vaguely aware of the taste of blood in your mouth. Had you really bitten him that hard? Guilt fills you, knowing that you'd hurt him but he didn't seem to notice, or even care for that matter.

You lean against each other for support, both of your bodies feeling like jelly. You laugh at each other as you attempt to straighten your clothes. If it wasn't for the come which still coated your insides, or the pleasant ache between your legs from his generous size, it would be hard to tell what had just happened.

You share one last kiss in the dark hallway and give each other that smile you only reserve for each other. As you turn to leave, your heart heavy knowing that this was all you could ever have, he grabs your arm, gaze serious.

"I suppose I don't have to tell you to watch your back out there," he starts, and for a moment you were confused as to what he meant before it occurs to you that you were due to leave for your new contract tonight. "But I shall do so anyway, mon ange(my angel). Be careful."

His concern tugs on your heart stings and you give him a nod and a smile. "I will. I promise."

He must have been satisfied with your answer because he nods back and gives you a salute before you both head off into opposite directions.