This chapter was a last minute decision, the idea crafted by my lovely reviewers asking for some tentacle porn. You're welcome.

That being said this part will be 90% porn and the rest is just explaining Desmond's story which most of you will already know. So if you choose to skip this chapter that's fine, you won't miss anything vital to the story.

This one will have DUB-CON and scenes of an explicit nature, aka YAOI SMUT. If that makes you uncomfortable then you should skip this chapter. This chapter was literally written just as fan service.

Disclaimers: My story but not my games.


"What the fuck is this?" Desmond gasped as the red tendrils shifted along his skin. Alex chuckled at the sight, clearly amused at the assassin's distress.

"My story time can come later. For now I want to know more about you?" If he was any closer he'd be kissing Desmond who was pressing himself against the wall as hard as he could to try and prevent that.

"Okay, fine." He relented knowing full well how dire his situation was. "What I did before with my eyes is a genetic trait. I'm probably the only person in the world with this power and it's harmless. All I do is look at someone and I can see if they are a friend or an enemy. That's it."

"How can you tell? What exactly do you see?" Alex had backed up a small bit so Desmond wouldn't be blurry as he looked at him, his information seeking scientist self coming to light. His tendrils still shifted over his skin and squirmed along his chest and back making him shift uncomfortably.

"Colors." Desmond grit out. "I don't know why, but blue is allies and red is enemies. If I'm looking for a specific target then they appear gold. There isn't much else to tell."

"I don't think that's true at all. Ragland had to find you by some special means and to call you, and only you, in for help... Just who are you Desmond Miles?" Desmond couldn't help but shiver at how his name sounded with that voice rolling in a deep purr.

"This place, the Asylum, is run by a corporation called Abstergo. A few years ago they kidnaped me and hooked me up to a machine known as the Animus. I don't really know the technical shit for it, but they did something with my DNA and can somehow use it to throw me into the day to day lives of my ancestors. They got what they wanted and probably planned to kill me afterwards.

"But my people, the good people, had someone on the inside to get me out. She helped me out of Abstergo and took me into the life of an Assassin. I know it sounds insane, but it's true. They had made their own Animus and had me go through another ancestors life, Ezio. Both wanted to find an ancient artifact called a Piece of Eden that my ancestor had possession of and hid away before dying. The Animus wasn't perfect though, it had a bleeding effect. I was able to run like my ancestor, speak like him, even follow his mannerisms. That's how my eye ability was activated, the bleeding effect woke up my dormant genes and there you have it." He started at Alex and shuddered under his studious gaze. With every word spoken he couldn't help but feel like it was another dig with a shovel as he made his own grave.

"If you're going to kill me now can I at least make a phone call to a friend so they can take care of this place?" Desmond reasoned.

Though unbeknownst to him Alex wasn't just threatening him with his bio massed hand, he was keeping a check on his heart rate. The thump of his heart, the smell of his pheromones, his body language, he was using all that information to weed out any lies. To his utter surprise Desmond spoke only honest truths. Which made the situation even more crazy. Their setting seemed all the more fitting.

"I believe you Desmond." He couldn't help but smirk as he felt the young Assassin's heart give and extra thump at the sound of his own name or possibly in relief.

"You're kidding..." Desmond had been completely ready to get his head lopped off or the life choked out of him, not that he wasn't happy to still be alive. "Well if you do can you let me go now?"

"I don't think I will just yet." Alex purred getting in close with him again. His tendrils shifted and expanded, slipping under Desmond's shirt and down along his torso feeling every contour of his body.

"W-what are you doing?" He shivered at the sudden progression of contact, his face heating up a bit.

"You've got a pretty strong body, as much as my cells are pleading with me to absorb you to replenish my own energy I don't think I want to do that." And he meant it too. Desmond was... interesting for a lack of a better term. Something about him drew in Alex's attention and he didn't want that interest to go away. Maybe it was his scientific mind wanting to get answers about Desmond's abilities, his curiosity about the Order and Abstergo, possibly even just the company to find his sister and get the hell out of dodge. Either way he refused his cells the right to consume Desmond, it helped that he was pleasing to look at as well. He felt the insistent twinge in the back of his mind, the primal need to consume and convert the mass of organic material in front of him into energy for himself, but refused to give in.

The response to refusing this cells for the first time to not consume someone when he was in dire need of energy was yielding interesting results as well. The cells want to consume and being rejected that right they instead caused a chemical reaction. Rather than wanting to consume organic matter for energy Alex's instincts instead wanted to consume Desmond's body in an entirely different sense.

What Alex had said went right over the Assassins' head as he squirmed and shifted trying to discourage the tendrils from going any further. Instead they only seemed egged on my his small struggles, drifting even lower. Desmond gasped as he felt them moving on the hem of his pants and thought enough was enough. He let his blade out and jabbed up his hand stabbing Alex in the ribs, his internal panic making him act on instinct rather than sense.

Alex coughed harshly, blood dripping down his chin, a small tremor going though his body as the pain went through him in waves. He was used to pain, but even a sudden stab in his side going right through the abused and tender muscles still hurt like hell. As a natural response to it Alex switched on his endorphins like a light and the pain was replaced by a natural high. With a bloody growl he grabbed Desmond's wrists, yanking the blade out of his side, and held them over his head with his wrists bound together by his bio massed body.

"That wasn't very nice Dessy." He growled.

"Neither is... whatever the fuck you are trying to do to me." Desmond tried to resist and get free but it was hopeless. He was trapped. His heart was beating fast and his face slightly flushed. He was trapped between the natural want to escape and the primal need for pleasure.

"If only you knew Assassin, but don't worry I won't hurt you."

The tendrils made their way into Desmond's pants, ignoring his protests at every turn. He bit into his bottom lip to hold back his voice as the smooth tendril wrapped around his cock giving it a hard rub. The sensation was too much as his hips bucked into the tendrils hold.

"You like this anyway. So why fight it? I can feel your heart rate going fast, smell your pheromones begging for more. What's wrong? Don't like how I look? Not into guys?" Alex questioned as he kept his tendrils moving all the while.

"S-shut up already." Desmond panted lightly as he tried to control himself, which was getting harder and harder as his cock did the same. Anyone would be a fool to find Alex unattractive and with Desmond playing both fields he found him very attractive. Even though he was trapped and Alex was doing as he pleased with his body he wasn't hurting him or out right forcing him. His body was betraying him as it responded to every small touch, slowly driving him wild.

"Say you want me to stop." Alex whispered in his ear as he pressed their bodies together. The implications in his words were clear. If Desmond wished it this would all stop in an instant. He chewed on his bottom lip trying to decide but his body chose for him as his hips gave another buck and rubbed him just the right way pulling a soft moan from his throat.

The tendrils slipped down the back of his pants and followed the curve of his ass. One tendril slipped down the center, making Desmond jump as it teased his entrance. The assassin shuddered and moaned as the smooth and wet limb pressed against his ass and slowly pushed inside. He arched up against Alex as he tried to control his breathing and stay relaxed to ease the small sting.

"You've been on bottom before." Alex purred into his neck. "Must have been a lucky guy that got you."

"Lucky fucking asshole that left." Desmond grit out, a small flash of anger hitting him at the reminder of his failed relationship. His anger was quickly lost as the tendril hit his sweet spot inside of him.

"Fucking idiot for letting you slip away." Alex muttered. The tendril slowly moved inside Desmond not thrusting in until his body had given into the pleasure, which didn't take long.

He moaned as the tendril pulled out and thrust back inside of him. It set a hard fast pace and didn't relent in it's trusts. Desmond could only buck his hips and moan into Alex's shoulder as he was taken along for the ride. He attempted a weak protest as another tendril poked at his ass and pushed inside of him. The sting from the sudden intrusion only increased the pleasure at the feeling of being so filled. As one tendril pulled out the other thrust in at a perfect pace. Tendrils on his chest pinched and rolled around his nipples, felt along his torso and played with nearly every inch of skin.

He was quickly nearing his end and by the soft grunts and moans coming from Alex he didn't doubt he was far behind. Any will to fight left him a while ago as he moaned and rode the waves of pleasure. The hot coil in his stomach twisting until he couldn't take it anymore.

Just as he was about to cry out from pleasure Alex claimed his lips with his own, kissing him hard as they both came. Desmond moaned into his mouth as he came, a white sticky mess blossoming in the front of his pants as the tendrils in his ass released into him making his legs shake. Alex pressed against him with a shuddering frame of his own, having full control of every cell in his body had the perk of being able to transfer feeling around to every and any part of his body.

They pulled back from the kiss panting and staring at one another. Alex wondered if Desmond was going to try and kill him for what happened and wondered as to why he suddenly did that. With all the drugs in his system and with the sudden introduction to a new person his body just took action.

Slowly he retracted his tendrils, doing them both a small favor and cleaning up the mess as well. The hold he had on Desmond's wrists released and the assassin's arms fell to his sides once again. The tendrils on his body once again shifted back to just being around his neck and keeping him in place. Alex didn't know what to say or how to act. He'd never done anything remotely like that before.

"Is... is that a usual thing for you?" Desmond still panted lightly as he waited for the haze of sex to go down.

"No... it's never happened before." Alex admitted with a twinge of shame. "My body reacted when I denied it the need to consume you. I guess this was the compromise."

"Not so bad I guess with what you could have done. I should be trying to kill you for that." Desmond couldn't help but laugh lightly at the situation. He'd been fucked against the wall by a man in an asylum that could alter the mass of his body as he pleased and he wasn't even angry. Maybe he really did belong in this place. The expression of conflict and guilt of Alex's face was a true one as he glared at the floor.

Desmond didn't know if it was the sex high or what but he wrapped his arms around Alex's shoulders and pulled him in slowly pressing them together again. Cupping his cheek he brought him into a slow kiss, their lips drifting against one another. Alex's chapped lips against Desmond's soft but scarred ones, they fit perfectly together as if they were puzzle pieces. After a short while of their sweet contact the Assassins pulled back with a smirk with Alex looking at him pleasantly confused.

"Now I think it's your turn to explain."


Hope you all enjoyed that little tid bit of fun. I had fun writing it for sure. Originally I was going to drag out the sexiness and have them not do that for a long while but thinking about it now I'm not even sure when I'd be able to squeeze that in without it being completely out of place and messing with the plot.

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