This transportation went well, smoothly, for a long time. It was hours, maybe, before Desmond was suddenly jerked inside his case.
The van had stopped. Alex Mercer, having been waiting for them to leave and transport...well, he knew they had things to transport...and he wanted to know what it was. Finding the 'package' as he smashed through the roof, it only took a quick shift to his thermal-vision to find out Desmond was inside.
Grinning widely, he picked up the box as though it were no more than a suitcase and jumped out of the same hole he'd made, his whip-fist digging into the side of a helicopter. He used it to swing to a nearby building, then ran, jumped, and jogged his way across the tops of the buildings. That had been easy.
Desmond felt his containment jostle hard and he his eyes opened. /H-huh...what's that.../ but his eyes only could see the black of the eye mask that Lucy had put over his eyes. He felt the jostling stop for a bit, and he grew tired again, shutting his eyes. /M-mrm/
He slowly shifted as much as the binds would allow but that was little to none. He breathed in slowly exhaling.
The jostling of the container only got worse. Alex was jumping, twisting, and getting shot at as he ran upside buildings. He even got blown off the building and landed on the ground, making a huge crater that made the container shake. After nearly a half hour of this, it finally stopped.
It was then that the case opened, the liquid pouring out. They were in an abandoned building, with Alex standing over him, smirking. Hm. A naked Desmond...with a catheter and tube up his ass. How....cute.
"Nice of Abstergo to wrap you up so nicely for me."
Desmond's eyes snapped open at that familiar voice. He stiffened, swallowing thickly. /No...dear God no...please/ his thoughts whispered. He was still very much confined into the box, the straps kept him from moving. He tried to relax his body, to make it seem as though he was still sleeping. He breathed in deeply before letting it out slowly.
"....." His heart was hammering in his chest.
A cool hand pressed against the back of Desmond's neck, yanking the tube away from his mouth. He ran his hands searchingly down the man's torso, plucking wires as he went. "Do you have a fetish for things under your skin after what I did, or did they just do this for the hell of it?" He questioned, smirking softly.
He couldn't hear Desmond's thoughts unless he was penetrating him - ironically - and he shifted, running his fingers over the head of Desmond's cock where the catheter was inside of him. "Should I take this out, Desmond?" he asked lowly, tugging a little.
Desmond let out a cough his head turning away from the touch as he breathed in air that wasn't being provided from the container. He shivered, his body was freezing as the cool air hit his flesh. He could only see darkness still. "M-mrm..th-they put me in...h-here.." his teeth chattered just a little.
He shifted uncomfortably when he felt Alex mess with the catheter. "...." His furrowing brows could be seen as his lips thinned into a line, reigning in the cold. He was starting to warm up a bit now.
"Let me help." Alex smirked. A tentacle snaked out of the tip of a finger, worming in alongside the catheter and wrapping around it in a slow, lazy movement. "Put you in here, did they? Abstergo developers must be a load of perverts." Alex snorted lightly, eyes half closed.
"I warned you I wouldn't be gentle if we met again. I don't know everything you do, yet. I will today.... by whatever means necessary." his voice had become a low growl now.
Desmond's mouth slowly opened and a small sound escaped his throat as he shifted, his head turning to the other side. He could feel the curling sliding sensation start at the tip of his cock and go further in. Panic fueled through his veins. "W-wait...Wait!" he said his voice raising. "You don't…have to do this!" he said to him quickly.
"Oh? And how would you escape on your own?" He purred in question, slowly beginning to remove the catheter. "If you really want me to, I can leave you here for a different kind of beast to find. Have you ever fought an infected beast, Desmond? I'm not sure if they've got genitals, but I sure as hell know they're not /nearly/ as.... harmless as my own."
Alex was smirking smugly now, one hand slowly tugging off the blindfold. He wanted to see the look in Desmond's eyes.
Desmond shut his eyes tightly, blinded by the lightly. His breathing was a little quick. His hands were still bound and kept to his thighs. The only thing he could do was breath and pray that he wasn't going to be tortured again. Like last time. He grit his teeth as he felt the other pull the tube out slowly.
"....." he was silent, his hands clenched into fists. "...Let me...out then.." he said in a low tone, frowning slightly.
The catheter was removed, as well as the tube inside him, until the only thing keeping him in the box were the straps. His hands morphed to claws and he pressed one against the binding. "Should I release you?" he asked lowly. "Or are you going to fight me again?" Their first fight had been invigorating - but he didn't know Desmond had new abilities. He'd have to learn.
"You should quietly sit and let me absorb your memories as best I can -- unless you want to do it the way we did last time..." he smirked a little more.
Desmond was silent as he watched him. "....I won't fight you." he muttered lowly, frowning at the way the other smirked. "Just...get me out of here." he stated. "Better yet, you won't have to absorb anything, I'll...I'll just tell you.." he said, his voice shaking just slightly. He chalked it up to just being cold.
Alex seemed somewhat off put by Desmond's meek behavior. Cutting the bindings, he helped him out, closing the box and pushing him to sit down on it. He crouched in front of him, staring with eerie blue eyes. A month had gone by. His clothes were stained with blood. The hollow quality of his eyes had deepened, dark circles growing darker under them. "Tell me." He hissed. He was almost desperate.
"It was your fault." he replied to him with a frown. "The cause for all of this." he replied. His body seemed to shift and waver for a moment. "I hate you...if you wouldn't have done what you did, I would probably be normal still." he stated flatly. He began to shift just slightly, his expression easing into a calm one.
"You brought this upon yourself and the world." his voice held a hint of an Italian accent.
Alex's brows twitched slightly. They furrowed together further, and his fists clenched. Blue eyes were murderous. "Bullshit." He growled quietly. "I didn't do anything. Gentek did this to me." He hissed out lightly, his shoulders tensing, like a cat bristling.
Alex was...very obviously confused. He'd spent all this time trying to get revenge, he'd not thought of the possibility of /him/ being the villain.
Desmond watched him calmly. "You used to work for Gentek." he said simply to him as he slowly stood to his feet, looking down on him. "Hai pubblicato il virus di New York .." he stated in fluid Italian, his lips curling just slightly before relaxing. "That's the story.." he said.
"That doesn't make sense." He growled quietly. "I wouldn't do that." Would he? He was so different now. He wasn't 'Alex Mercer'. He was.... Zeus. He was this /thing/ that Gentek's mistake had created...or had he created himself?
This would be so much easier if he could absorb Desmond. "How do you know all of this?" He demanded, his fingers turning to claws, ready to strike at Desmond if he didn't like his answer. "And why the fuck are you talking like that?"
Desmond was silent. "Probably not now." he said. "But you were different before you died." he replied. "I know all of this from...the last time.." he said slowly. "Unlike you apparently, I'm able to see...memories of yours before you passed. Some aren't very clear, but I /know/ what I saw." he said.
Oh? You want to know why?" he asked him, his lips curving upwards just slightly. "Because it's what comes natural to me now." he said. Now that he was able to access and utilize parts of Ezio's memory and use it as his own, Italian was easy to say. He shifted slightly and turned his head to the side, his hair seeming to stretch out and lengthen, resting on his shoulders. Still very damp. His body shifted, his musculature thinning out just slightly and muscles developing.
He tilted his head to the side and let out a slow sigh as some bones popped and shifted a little.
Alex growled a little at that. Tentacles writhed across his body as though he were unsure of what to do, how to change or how to respond to the accusation. His brows furrowed and he glared hard at Desmond. "You can remember things I cant?" He huffed.
After the man's form changed, he frowned. He was still tense, looking over Desmond's new body. "You look gay." he muttered under his breath, obviously indicating the long hair.
"Yes, I can." he stated to him simply, his Italian accent very prominent as he slowly pushed away from the box. He moved over to him, his bare feet slapping on the floor as he approached him. His hand slowly reached up. "I don't know /everything/ but I know enough." he stated to him. He touched the side of his cheek, his golden eyes watching him. "tali parole per dire ancora che hai fatto le cose per me che provocherebbe una pazza umano normale." he whispered softly.
His lips curved upwards slightly, almost flirtatiously, but on the inside but he was still seething. He would get what he wanted from this /man/ and then he would be through with him.
While Alex couldn't understand what Ezio said, he seemed annoyed all the same. When touched, he tensed. Desmond could know things of him when he touched him... "Tell me." He growled quietly, grasping his wrist. "Tell me and I might be gentle with you." He snorted, looking him over.
"I won't ask again."
Desmond frowned slightly at him. Had the other not heard him? "I told you that I don't know everything....were you not listening?" he asked him with a small chuckle. He pulled his hand away from Alex's grasp.
"I have...a request." he said softly as he tilted his head slightly at him with a small smirk. "You see...there's this....chip...right here.." he said as he pointed to the base of his neck against his spinal column. "I want you to remove it.
Alex frowned a little himself. "I don't care if you don't know everything - you know enough and you could learn more." He growled quietly. At the mention of a chip, he quirked a brow. "Abstergo policy I suppose." He muttered. Tentacles trickled out from around his wrists and touched his neck. "I'd have to go /inside/ you again." He smirked lightly, seeming amused.
Sure, he'd remove the stupid chip..... it would give him an excuse to be inside of him.
Desmond did not like the answer he received, but he knew that it was the only way to get things done. "Dannazione.." he muttered under his breath. He shivered just slightly at the feel of those /cursed/ tentacles touching him.
/There is no other way...I need this chip removed.../ he thought to himself, looking past the other male. /...I'll just have to go with it then../ He pursed his lips. "...fine.." he said slowly, looking to him with his golden eyes. "But no funny stuff." he said to him, his Italian accent calm.
"Funny? If you say so." He chuckled. The tentacle slowly pierced his flesh, creeping along the inside of his neck. It almost caressed him - so close to his spine he could feel the memories....feel the most recent ones. He grinned. "So that old fucker is a perv, eh?" He snickered, still feeling around for the chip. His fingers ran over Desmond's bare chest and he smirked.
"You seem more focused on what might happen than I am. Are you sure you don't /want/ it?" Alex was going to take him regardless of what Desmond wanted. He lusted for Desmond - hungered for him. He was an animal, and he followed his instinct to fuck the same way he did to feed.
/Shit...forgot he could do that./ his thoughts murmured. "Yes, he is." he mumbled lowly, frowning just slightly as he felt the tendril slide through his flesh. He shut his eyes just slightly, breathing in deeply before letting it out. He opened his eyes and glared at him calmly. "I'm sure." he declared to him.
He felt the chip. He pushed against it, the tendril curling around it. "You do realize what's going to happen after I remove this, Desmond." Alex rumbled, gripping his hip and pulling Desmond flush against him. "I /do/ hope you'll show your gratitude properly."
There was a faint threat in his voice as to what would happen if Desmond didn't 'properly thank him'.
Desmond's breath caught in the back of his throat as Alex's hand yanked him forward. His hands came up to grip at the other man's shoulders, steadying himself. He was silent for a few moments before his lips curved upwards slightly. "I am aware.." he said to him, his tone taking on a flirtatious lilt. His hands slowly slide down Alex's arms.
/He is set on what he wants.../
Alex wasn't sure if he liked the new flirtatious side or not. Smirking a little, he slowly removed the chip from him and pulled back, the tentacles caressing his neck as they pulled away. He dangled the chip in front of the younger man's eyes. "There. Happy?" He murmured, still grinding against him pointedly.
Sex was a good way to learn from Desmond, anyway.
Desmond let out a slow shaky breath. No matter how flirtatious his ancestor was, he was anything but so. He shook his head just a little. "Agh...get that thing out of my face.." he mumbled slowly to him, pushing the chip away. "It has been a pain in the ass for longer than I care to reflect.." he replied.
"And I am...happy, now that that's out." he grumbled softly.
He dropped it, smirking a little. "Then show me how grateful you are." He murmured, grasping his hair and pushing him to his knees in front of him. Tentacles came out seemingly of their own accord, pushing down Alex's pants. He gave a soft, almost surprised sounding groan when the tentacles stroked his cock into hardness and he shifted, grasping Desmond's hair. The tentacles had a mind of their own at times - like an impulse he couldn't control. He'd learned long ago to stop thinking about whether or not it was strange and just trusted his body's urges.
"Suck."
Desmond looked up at him. "Sei un coglione." he muttered softly to him as his hands came up to grasp at his hips. He slowly leaned forward, his lips caressing the hard flesh. He even went so far as to kiss the tip. He looked up at him, his expression amused as he opened his mouth and he slowly took the other male into his mouth. He shut his eyes, his hands tightened on his hips. His tongue swirled around Alex's manhood and he pulled his head back before moving forward again his cheeks hollowing out as he sucked him.
"Mmrm.." he moaned, causing quite a pleasurable feeling to trail through the older male.
Alex arched slightly. Despite what Desmond's insult was, that Italian was fucking sexy. Grunting, he watched his cock slowly disappear inside of the heat of the ex-bartender's mouth, his tongue flicking out to wet his lips. His pale cheeks even seemed to flush slightly as he rocked against him a little.
"Mn... Pretty good at this." Mercer breathed, still holding his hair. "Seems like you're used to being on your knees, Desmond."
Desmond pulled his lips away just slightly. "Do shut up.." he mumbled softly against Alex's pride before he took him into his mouth again. His head bobbed back and forth slowly. The more he moved his head, the closer his face was getting to the coarse dark curls. His hands tightened on Alex's hips again as his nose pressed against his pelvic area. He could feel the older males member in the back of his throat and he did the only thing he could think of. He swallowed.
That caused for his throat to close around the sensitive tip and he pulled his head back before moving forward and he did it again.
Alex just chuckled at the 'request', and quieted for now. He was impassive, silent for now as he allowed Desmond to take him deeply. Mmn that felt nice. He didn't make a noise until Desmond swallowed however; the action caused him to groan a little louder than intended, his hips arching towards the younger virus. "Fuck...." he hissed out.
Tentacles slid out from his arms seemingly of their own accord. Alex's eyes had fallen closed and the tendrils gently stroked Desmond's face and slid down to tease his nipples, pinching, rubbing, and tugging them until they grew erect.
Desmond's eyes opened slightly when he felt the foreign caress. "M-mrm.." he moaned around Zeus' cock as he continued to move his head, his tongue swirling around the heated flesh. His eyes shut again, but at the feel of those tentacles sliding over his nipples and flesh, his head pulled away to let out a soft gasp. His cheeks colored just faintly.
"Ahnn.." he turned his attention back to the task at hand, letting one hand wrap around Alex's member and he allowed the tip of his tongue to slide over the slit before he took him into his mouth again. His teeth just very delicately grazed over the sensitive muscle.
Alex hissed quietly at the feel of teeth against his cock, gripping his hair tighter. "Do that again..." he growled quietly, rocking his hips a little. The tentacles continued to gently pinch and pull at his chest, then slid further down, wrapping around Desmond's cock and stroking him. Alex himself seemed unaware of what the tentacles were doing - but he didn't pull them back when he did notice. He had to admit, seeing Desmond squirm in pleasure and moan was almost as nice as hearing him scream in pain. Filing away the knowledge for later, he began to rock his hips lightly into Desmond's mouth, his breathing erratic.
Desmond moaned against Alex's member, his back arching just a little. He did as he was commanded, his teeth slowly doing the same movement again. Being so close to Alex, he could breathe in his unique scent. It wasn't a bad smell; it was a distinct musky aroma that was not bad to him. If anything, it made his movements quicken as he pulled his head back just slightly to tease the slit with his tongue.
Hearing those sounds and intakes of breath from Alex made his movements bold, and he couldn't help but feel somewhat smug for being able to bring the man to let out such sounds. He turned his head to the side a bit to let out a shuddered breath as his hips moved of their own accord against the tangle of tendrils that teased his aroused member.
The tentacles stroked and massaged Desmond until he was fully erect. Teasing, a single tentacle prodded at the slit of his cock before sliding in, writhing inside of him while the tentacles still stroked the outside of his cock. It seemed he didn't feel the need to really get /under/ Desmond's skin at this point -- he was enjoying his blowjob too much, and didn't fancy getting bitten.
"Nh...Desmond..." he breathed. "Are you...mhh....enjoying this?" He asked, his voice still smug and cocky, despite it's breathy quality. He intended to keep control here.
"O-oh h-hoo -S-sí.." he breathed out. Desmond shuddered and his mouth fell open as he let out a breathy moan. He resisted the urge to squirm as he felt the tentacle slide into his sensitive cock. His cheeks immediately flushed as his heart beat sped up in tempo. His hand began to pump Alex's member as he tried to regain his composure.
Alex's tentacles slowly pushed his pants the rest of the way off his hips, so that they pooled at his ankles. He rocked harder against Desmond's hand, his eyes seeming to glow with lust. He let out a quiet growl of mixed surprise and pleasure when a thick cluster of tentacles slid back between his legs and pressed against his entrance. They pressed in, and he groaned. It was odd...feeling /himself/ inside. He quickly realized what he wanted though, and his eyes darkened, flicking down to Desmond's hips. He'd ride him and make him beg to come all the same. 'Fingering' himself with the tentacles, he yanked Desmond's head back over to his cock and shuddered.
"S-Suck." He rasped, his voice shaky again. The tentacles around Desmond's cock squeezed harder, seeming to slick him with fluid while wrapping around the base, preventing all hope of climax - while the tentacle inside his slit prevented 'release'.
Desmond let out a noise of protest as he felt the tentacles tantalizingly squeeze tighter around his member. He looked up at him, his eyes seeming to glow with intensity as he moved forward again, his lips wrapping around the pulsing member once again and he bobbed his head, his eyes lowering down so that he could focus. But it was a pretty hard thing to do when he was being molested by those black tendrils that Alex had teasing over his naked body.
"M-mrmm.." he moaned against him as his free hand teased his balls. It was maddening, feeling the slick wet trails coiling around his member. /O-oh...God.../ his thoughts were taking on a hazy quality as he breathed through his nose.
He let out a deeper groaning noise that trialed off into a growl as the he 'fingered' himself a little more deeply, the tentacles thickening inside of him. He lusted, hungered for Desmond. He wanted to hear him scream and cry and choke when he straddled him, took him...ahh, why hadn't he done this before, again? This was too good.
Getting impatient, he shoved Desmond onto his back, straddling his hips. He hissed quietly as the tentacles slid out of his tight passage. Glancing down at Desmond, he decided he'd keep that tentacle sounding the younger male until he was finished with him. Smirking down at him, he curled his fingers in the long brown hair before lowering himself down onto him with a choked hiss of pleasure. Seating himself, he took a few deep breaths, staring down at the virus beneath him before he squeezed hard with his muscles. He had a smug look on his face.
Desmond let out a surprised grunt when Alex pushed him none to nicely to the ground only to straddle his hips. He panted as he looked up at him, his brows furrowing just slightly before his eyes widened in surprise when the older male began straddling his hips. "C-Che cosa.." he panted out softly before he felt Alex slowly lower himself onto his manhood.
Desmond's eyes rolled up in the back of his head and he let out a loud moan, gritting his teeth a little as he moaned softly. He panted his hands sliding up his thighs to rest on his hips. And then Alex /squeezed/. Desmond's breathing hitched and his hands tightened on his hips to the point his knuckles turned white. /O-ohh...God.../
He let out a deeper groaning noise that trialed off into a growl as the he 'fingered' himself a little more deeply, the tentacles thickening inside of him. He lusted, hungered for Desmond. He wanted to hear him scream and cry and choke when he straddled him, took him...ahh, why hadn't he done this before, again? This was too good.
Getting impatient, he shoved Desmond onto his back, straddling his hips. He hissed quietly as the tentacles slid out of his tight passage. Glancing down at Desmond, he decided he'd keep that tentacle sounding the younger male until he was finished with him. Smirking down at him, he curled his fingers in the long brown hair before lowering himself down onto him with a choked hiss of pleasure. Seating himself, he took a few deep breaths, staring down at the virus beneath him before he squeezed hard with his muscles. He had a smug look on his face.
Desmond let out a surprised grunt when Alex pushed him none to nicely to the ground only to straddle his hips. He panted as he looked up at him, his brows furrowing just slightly before his eyes widened in surprise when the older male began straddling his hips. "C-Che cosa.." he panted out softly before he felt Alex slowly lower himself onto his manhood.
Desmonds eyes rolled up in the back of his head and he let out a loud moan, gritting his teeth a little as he moaned softly. He panted his hands sliding up his thighs to rest on his hips. And then Alex /squeezed/. Desmond's breathing hitched and his hands tightened on his hips to the point his knuckles turned white. /O-ohh..Godd.../
Alex panted softly, rolling his hips a bit. Mn. That felt good. Peering down at Desmond, he grinned - the same frightening, predatory grin he'd given him before fucking him the first time they'd met. "If you want this to end anytime soon...I suggest you start moving your hips." He growled, leaning over to bite at his neck, tongue running over his pulse as he squeezed his muscles again.
He ground his hips down onto the younger male, nails digging into his shoulders for support as he raised his hips, then rocked down onto him with a choked hiss. Ah. That was good. "Move your /fucking/ hips, Desmond." There was a note of warning in Alex's voice. God knows what he planned to do if Desmond didn't comply.
Desmond moaned, his hands tightening on his hips more. His grasp was inhuman, a normal person probably would have bruised easily from the hold. At the order he growled softly and he pulled his hips back before thrusting back into him with a choked sound. He looked up at him with flashing eyes, his lips pulled back slightly in a faint snarl.
"Sei insopportabile." the Italian flowed from his lips like a purr. It sounded, alluring, even though he was insulting the other.
He couldn't halt the groan that left him at the sharp thrust. His nails dug harder into the shoulders beneath him, drawing pinpricks of blood. "H-harder." the virus growled in demand. A cluster of tentacles snuck beneath Desmond, pressing against his entrance, rubbing slickened tendrils over the tense pucker.
He may be letting Desmond fuck him...but that didn't mean Desmond wasn't going to get fucked too. He squeezed again, just as ex-bartender thrust deeply into him. "Aah...good..." he growled quietly in approval.
Desmond's breath hitched and he opened his eyes, looking up at him still with intense orbs. "Non avete il coraggio .." he whispered to him in a soft growl as he let out a shaky breath, his hips snapping back before he buried himself into him again with a moan and a string of curses. Alex felt so /damn/ good on his cock. The way his tight walls squeezed around him was pleasurable. He would have probably climaxed then and there, had it not been for Alex's /fucking/ tentacle inside his sensitive slit.
There was nothing much he could really do besides pound himself into the older virus–which he didn't mind–and make Alex climax.
Alex groaned at the delicious thrust upwards, his back arching a little. A bead of sweat slid down his temple and trickled down his neck, disappearing under the collar of his jacket. He trembled; digging his fingers into the man's shoulders a fraction harder, grinning at Desmond's declaration. He could tell what he was saying - and could catch a few of his thoughts from their…connection. "Mnh….too bad, Desmond." he purred.
The tentacles pressed into Desmond slowly, curling inside of him. Mnn, he could feel the heat inside of him - it was pleasurable, to a degree, though not so much as actually /feeling/ Desmond's hard cock so intimately inside of him. "Nh...faster..." Alex demanded, the fingers of one hand curling on Desmond's neck, squeezing, though not hard enough to restrict his breathing.
Desmond bit his bottom lip and he let out a noise in the back of his throat. He glared daggers at up at him as he continued to thrust into him with enough force to make a normal man cry. He panted, the sounds of their flesh smacking against eachother rather loudly as he moved.
He shut his eyes a little, his head falling back while his mouth opened, breathing in air as he felt Alex's hand slide over his throat. "Sei così fottutamente esigenti." he grit out.
Alex just grinned. He understood /that/. "Mnh...yes...I am demanding." He purred, rocking down onto him, a bead of precum welling up on the tip of his cock. A few tentacles snuck up to caress and tease Desmond's chest, pinching his nipples and caressing the muscles of his torso. One even teased over his lips in a mock-kiss, pressing between his lips.
It was so obscenely /good/ to feel that heat inside of him. He'd do this again, perhaps...Desmond seemed the perfect tool to vent his pent-up frustration and desires, and he didn't plan on letting him go anytime soon.
Desmond growled softly as he moved before he angled his hips just slightly, driving in deeper. He had a purpose with what he was doing. He wanted to make the man atop of him cry out and moan. He breathed in through his nose sharply at the feel of those /fucking/ tentacles sliding over and teasing his chest. He found his eyes lidding just slightly as he felt the tentacles ease over his lips.
A little curious, his lips slowly pressed back against the tentacles there. He was so close to his climax yet so far away because he Alex's tendrils were preventing him from doing so.
The tentacles inside of Desmond's ass moved a little now, rocking in tempo with the younger virus' thrusts. He let out a low groan that morphed into a growl of pleasure when the tip of his cock brushed his prostate. A dribble of fluid slid down the head of his cock, and he shuddered. "F-fuck...Desmond..." he panted softly, eyes falling closed.
The tendril pressed into Desmond's mouth, running over his teeth and curling against his tongue.
Altaïr: Desmond's back arched just slightly when he felt those almost forgotten tentacles thrust into him. He moaned against the heated flesh that was insistently pressing against his lips and caressing his tongue. "M-m...aahhh." his hands tightened instinctively on Alex's hips as he kept that angle, thrusting into him again. He watched as Alex's face bled away into one of pleasure as he fucked him.
"Lamento per me Alex .." he purred softly, his lips curving just slightly in a smirk. His teeth teasingly nipped at the tentacles as his hips continued to move, aiming for that pleasure spot that he knew would drive Alex wild. It was sweet and almost unbearable torture, not being able to climax.
Briefly, Alex lost control. His jaw slackened slightly and he groaned a little. He arched his back, grinding down hard onto him, his hood slipping back on his head, the momentum of Desmond's thrusts finally dislodging the fabric from his scalp. The pleasure was too much, making his whole body throb and ache. Tingles flashed up his spine every time the ex-bartender hit that spot inside him. Finally he let out a hoarse cry, sparks dancing in front of his eyes as he came across Desmond's stomach.
Now he was trying to catch his breath, his chest heaving, pulse hammering in his ears. A light smirk pulled at his lips. He looked damned smug, and satisfied...and he hadn't let Desmond come yet. "Nnh...do you want to come, Desmond?" He asked lowly, giving a light roll of his hips, a squeeze around the hard length still inside him.
He couldn't help but feel a little triumphant that he was able to get Alex to moan and cry out like he did. He felt the hot seed hit his chest and his head fell back a bit to relax on the ground behind him. Desmond panted, his chest heaving up and down. When Alex's tight walls squeezed around him again, he let out a breathless moan.
He grit his teeth. His cock was throbbing and he needed release. He shut his eyes tightly. "S-Sí.." he mumbled out.
The virus grinned. He leaned over, giving another light squeeze - shuddering deliciously at how Desmond groaned and squirmed beneath him. "Beg for it." He rumbled, gently nipping at his throat, tongue tracing along his neck, finding his throbbing pulse. He sucked there lightly, biting and leaving a faint bruise. He'd make Desmond beg -- partly as revenge for making him moan the way he had. "Beg for it, or I'll just get up and leave you here."
Desmond let out a string of curses in Italian that didn't sound very nice as he grit his teeth, his hands tightening on Alex's hips. "You..." he panted out as he glared at him. "Tu sei un fottuto stronzo ..." he declared to him and he let out a slow breath. ".... Per favore .. ho bisogno di venire .. o ho intenzione di andare pazzo cazzo!" he yelled.
Alex let out a loud laugh very near the man's ear, grinning evilly. Mmn, that was a lovely sound -- Desmond begging to come. The tendrils around the base of his cock slowly uncurled, and the thin tentacle inside his urethra slowly slid out. Biting on his neck lightly, he hummed. "Come then." He purred, biting down hard on the man's shoulder, drawing blood this time. The wound wouldn't last long, but it still felt good to dig his teeth into him and taste his blood on his lips.
Desmond's back arched off of the floor and he let out a hoarse cry as he climaxed inside the older male. He slowly fell back, his chest heaving as he shut his eyes, his lips pursed in a thin line. "....D-damn you.." he grumbled out softly before biting his bottom lip.
Mmn. That felt good. Desmond was fractionally warmer than himself, due to the fact that he was alive, and the hot spill of fluid was...well, satisfying. He stayed atop him for a while longer with a pleased sigh, peering down at him with tired eyes. "Better than last time?" He asked lowly, touching his cheek with a self-satisfied smirk.
Desmond turned his face away from his and he slowly pushed Alex's hand away. "...tch." his cheeks were still flushed from the exertion his body had just went through. He panted softly and slowly pushed the other off of him. He had things that he had to do. He was sure that Abstergo or Gentek would be coming to this location. The chip had done more than control him. It was also there so that they could always keep a track of where he was.
He stood to his feet now. "I need to go." he stated to him, his voice back to normal now as his hair seemed to shrink and shorten, his build becoming what it was when he was in control and no one else. He turned his back to him.
Alex smirked a little at that. Pulling his pants back up, he took off his jacket, tossing it to him. "Wear this." He murmured, glancing around. "You're not associated with Gentek...correct?" Alex guessed, looking him over up and down. He looked odd without his jacket, but he didn't care. It was just a piece of cloth, to him. "You have more information. Information I /need/." He said slowly, considering. He would easily find Desmond the next time he got the urge to fuck something -- but if he wasn't a Gentek spy, a beast ---
"I could take you with me."
Desmond caught the jacket without looking at him. He pulled it on and he slowly zipped it up. "...no I'm not. But that's where Abstergo was going to ship me to." he stated. "Probably to run more tests." he muttered under his breath as he slowly pulled the hood up and over his head. He looked back at him. "What do you really need besides your own memories?" he asked him, his lips curving upwards just slightly. For some odd reason even though he hated this man with an intensity of wanting to /kill/ him everytime he laid eyes upon him, he couldn't deny that he had learned to tolerate the older virus. It had to be some weird pseudo-relationship, he decided.
"....you would take me with you? As what, an ally?" he asked him with a chuckle, but he tossed the idea around in his head. He was silent, crossing his arms over his chest.
Alex was silent for a moment. His expression had gone serious once more. Moving forwards, he caught Desmond's chin in his hand, eyes searching the younger male's. After a long silence, he adjusted his own jacket and nodded. "Yes. I would take you as an ally." He said simply. "You can leave if you wish, but I can't guarantee your safety if we meet again. If you met me on the street while I was feeding I may attack you with intent to kill. My sister...." Alex sounded awkward now, speaking about his family. His brow knit together. "You could stay with my sister."
"Besides my memories...." Again, Alex sounded awkward. He grit his teeth together. A thousand urges running through his head //feed, devour, absorb, kill, revenge, god it /hurts/, so many voices...!// He held his head for a moment, drawing in a slow breath before letting it out, equally slow. "I don't know."
Desmond was silent as he listened to him. His hand drifted up and he took Alex's hand away. "...I am flattered that you would honestly trust me with going near your sister." he said to him slowly, his brows arching just slightly, an amused expression on his face. He took a step back. "You may be able to attack me with the intent to kill, but you won't be able to absorb me." he stated simply. He looked away from him now.
"...I think...that that is where I may need to go though...." he muttered to him. He felt more or less drained still since being with the other male in such an intimate way. He shut his eyes and he took in a slow breath. It would take a good few hours or so before he would feel /normal/ again. At the moment he felt like a human being, which was what he wasn't anymore. He looked around the building silently.
Alex still sounded unsure, but he nodded all the same. Glancing around, he shifted, bending slightly. "Get on my back." He called. "Unless you want to be carried bridal style, which I don't think you do." He snorted quietly, shaking his head. "...My sister is expecting me." He said again after a moment. "You should be able to relate to her. She's...normal. You're more normal than I am. You can stay with her while I...." he drew in a slow breath, tensing. "While I go feed."
Desmond was silent as he slowly moved over to his side, climbing onto his back. He slowly wrapped his arms around Alex's neck and he rest his head on his shoulder. He took in another deep breath that ended in a yawn. "That sounds like a good plan.." he muttered.
Alex moved through the open door, bending low to the ground. Tendrils snaked across his legs before he went flying into the air, jumping atop a building and then running up the walls of another building. His hands were under Desmond's backside to support him as he ran, heading for his sister's house. He couldn't really hear Desmond over the roar of wind in his ears, so he hoped the younger man didn't have anything terribly important to say. This wasn't going to be a gentle ride.
TBC