Top Harry Drabbles: Harry/Desmond Miles(Assassin's Creed)
"The usual for you?"
Harry shrugged as he sat down on the bar stool and peered over at the cute bartender. "I've always been curious about your Shirley Templar. Any relation to the Templars of old?"
Desmond's lips twitched into a bemused grin but shook his head. "Nah. Just a play on words. Besides those Templars died out hundreds of years ago."
Harry grinned and nodded, taking out a local paper and putting it on the counter. "Yeah, sure. I'll try it."
Desmond nodded and turned around to start making the drink, taking a few more drink orders from three other people in the bar. It was early to start drinking but it was a Sunday and most people were getting ready for work in the morning. Harry looked around at the bar, aptly named Bad Weather, and then turned to the paper, looking it over for anything unusual.
It was pouring rain outside and Harry had just ducked inside to get dry the first night he had come here. From then on, this bar was the one he visited after he realized he enjoyed the drinks and enjoyed watching Desmond mix drinks. It didn't help things that Harry was attracted to him also.
It didn't take much time for Desmond to carry his drink over and Harry raised his glass in thanks.
"Sooo…. How many offers did you get last night?"
Desmond snorted. "Too many. A few too many potential sugar daddies if you know what I mean."
Harry laughed at the man's words and took a sip of the drink, closing his eyes at the taste. "It's good."
"Did you really expect differently?"
"No, not really," Harry agreed, raising an eyebrow at a few other customers who were getting louder. Something about the prices on the stock market or maybe it was sports. He didn't particularly know or care. "You do have a way with alcohol. Granted, I don't drink a lot but…"
"'S not my place to judge customers," Desmond offered, lifting his shoulders in a slight shrug.
Harry dipped his head in a nod and took another sip of his drink, watching as Desmond moved on to help other people. He heard Desmond give a drink on the house to someone who looked down on their luck before turning down to the muggle paper, skimming through articles to check if there was any indication of magical activity.
He casually brought out a copy of the local magical newspaper, watching the moving photos in it. This was a bigger paper than the Daily Prophet and it actually looked less of a rag than the Prophet. There was of course a photo of himself on the front page, with the headline that the Boy-Who-Lived had come to visit New York.
In the business section, there were more and more headlines of the big industry business, Abstergo and its many holdings. There were headlines about Abstergo in both the muggle newspaper and the magical one but nothing that peeked Harry's interest. As he read on, it grew more crowded in the bar, enough that it was loud and busy.
He sighed and peered up at Desmond again, looking him over quietly. The other young man looked to be around Harry's age, maybe around 25, and he had short dark hair and amber colored eyes, as well as a fit body. Or perhaps a body that had been fit several years ago and now was decreasing in shape. He still made Harry want to see if he was interested.
Harry finished up his drink, tucked the magical paper back into a pocket, and stood up, placing money on the counter. It was about time that he needed to be getting back to MACUSA to check in with their auror office anyway. "Desmond, I'm off!"
Desmond turned back to him, his eyes lit up by the light. "I'm off at 10, if you want to stick around."
Harry raised an eyebrow and leaned his arms on the counter, meeting Desmond's eyes. "You saw through me that easily?"
Desmond snorted. "You're kind of really obvious about it."
Harry grinned as Desmond looked him over, the man's eyes drawing to Harry's scar.
"You always say no to everyone else," Harry remarked, lowering his voice. "Why me?"
"Because you're a regular? You're definitely not like the Wall Street men that occasionally come into my bar. You're quiet. Besides, it's been a while since I've been fucked."
"Well then. I shall do my best to meet your expectations," Harry offered, winking at Desmond and watching him grin.
Harry's eyes widened before he returned Desmond's grin, settled back down onto his chair.
"That's some motorcycle you've got," Desmond said before groaning as Harry pressed into him, wrapping his arms around him. Harry turned to look at the motorcycle that Desmond spotted and smiled fondly at it.
"It was my godfather's," Harry remarked, pulling Desmond into a heated kiss and slotting a thigh between his legs. "He left it to me but… I've never gotten around to riding it. I've got… better modes of transportation."
Desmond whined, his heart jumping as Harry slipped his tongue into his mouth and rubbed heated circles into his stomach, under his shirt. "Better modes of transportation? What's better than going really fast and forgetting your past?"
Harry stared at him, his eyes narrowing, and Desmond swallowed before bucking into Harry, feeling the man's hard cock through his jeans. Harry had drawn his eyes the moment that he had stepped into Bad Weather, the moment that their eyes had met. His accent and the way that Harry's eyes hadn't gazed past him or through him or the way that Harry didn't look at him like Desmond was… inferior.
He had gotten more of that than he wanted before he had run away from the Farm.
"You alright?" Harry asked, his voice quiet. His eyes were darkened with arousal but he was pulling back, asking in more than just words if Desmond was okay.
"Forget I said anything. Just fuck me," Desmond muttered, curling in further to Harry and tugging him closer. "I want bruises."
Harry swore under his breath and Desmond thought he heard hissing for a second before Harry leaned in again, pressing his lips against his. Desmond groaned and opened up for him, heat invading him and pleasure sparking under his skin. His cock hardened even more as Harry pressed kisses to his chin, trailed a line of heat down to his throat. Desmond leaned back, letting Harry have more access, and backed up, falling against the wall of his apartment.
Harry followed him, pulling his shirt off, and placing his arms on either side of Desmond, almost caging him but not. Desmond stared at him, his heart racing, and pulled off his shirt too, taking in the skin of Harry's chest. Harry was definitely in good shape, built more for speed than for brute force combat and Desmond veered away from those thoughts. There was a red-green blossom of a scar right over where Harry's heart was and he reached out to trace it, seeing goosebumps bloom on his skin.
"You alright?" Desmond questioned even as Harry curled his fingers over Desmond's.
"I'm fine. Don't worry about that," Harry said, reaching out to smooth over Desmond's chest, rubbing over a nipple. Desmond groaned and bucked and Harry smiled, leaning in again to swallow up his whine with a heated kiss. Harry's other hand dropped down to trail down to Desmond's waist, slipping under his waistband and tracing over his cock, making him buck into his fingers.
"Fuck." Desmond whined as Harry moved in and sucked a bruising kiss into the crook of his neck, another one on his collarbone, making his cock jump in Harry's warm fingers.
Harry's eyes darkened as Desmond opened his, meeting the heat in them gladly. "You have neighbors who would care if we were… loud?"
Desmond vehemently shook his head even as Harry stroked over his cock, making him yell. Harry grinned and wrapped his arms around Desmond, lifting him up as he leaned into lick over his other nipple, laving at it and suckling it. He moaned and tucked his head into the crook of Harry's neck, pressing kisses to his skin.
Harry deposited him on his bed but stayed where he was, looking out over him, before shucking off his shoes and jeans. Desmond watched as he threw his shoes off towards the side and climbed up onto the bed, licking a trail down Desmond's chest and down to his waist, meeting his eyes each moment. Harry helped Desmond pull off his jeans and then without warning swallowed him down, making Desmond yelp and buck up only to be held down by one of Harry's hands.
Harry eagerly licked at his cock, sucked and swallowed around him and Desmond whimpered, not even trying to hide his sounds, not even caring at all. He just wanted more of it, wanted to be fucked and Harry… He pulled off with a loud pop, peering at him with a wide, slightly predatory smile and trailed his fingers down, cradling Desmond's balls, lightly trailing over them with nails before slipping downward, circling his hole.
Desmond's heart skipped a beat and then he tried to shuffle towards Harry on the bed, wanting more. Harry grinned and stroked his inner thighs, bringing up goosebumps, before reaching out to a bedside table to draw out lube. Desmond watched as Harry swiped his fingers into the bottle of lube before slipping a finger into him.
He hadn't been fucked in a while not since the first month he had gotten to a city after the Farm but shit. This felt… He groaned as Harry curled and scissored his finger, adding another, and hitting his prostate after the second try. Pleasure grew in him, growing at the base of his spine and pre-come leaked from his cock.
"You look beautiful," Harry whispered, his voice husky and hoarse.
Desmond whined, turning his face away, even as Harry withdrew his fingers, put a pillow underneath Desmond's hips and lined his cock up. Harry looked at him, his green eyes dark with arousal and desire, before sliding in, making Desmond jolt at the feel of it. He squirmed around at the feel of it, enjoying feeling the fullness and fuck. A hand brushed the hair off his sweaty forehead and stroked his cheek, turning his face to meet Harry's eyes.
"You're beautiful, Desmond," Harry echoed.
Desmond stayed quiet at Harry's words and pressed closer to Harry, making the man's cock slide into him deeper. Harry swore again and laid a hand on Desmond's chest before withdrawing and fucking him in earnest. Sweat covered Desmond's thighs and stomach and he could see sweat dripping down Harry's forehead. His heart galloped like the horses they had on the Farm and he groaned, hearing skin hitting skin as Harry slammed in again.
Pleasure boiled within him and Harry leaned into press a biting kiss onto his neck, sending him over the edge. His release bounced through him and his mouth fell open, his toes curling and his fingers clenching into the mattress underneath him. Harry's fingers slipped into his and his other hand stroked him through his release, pumping his cock lightly.
Harry withdrew and then slid in deeper, chasing his own release, before he found his a moment later. Harry stayed in him for a minute, two minutes, before pulling out. Desmond exhaled and sighed in pleasure, even as Harry pulled out a washcloth from somewhere and cleaned them both up, wiping the come and sweat off.
"You can stay here for the night, if you wish," Harry whispered, meeting his eyes.
"I… May I?"
"Of course. Come here," Harry murmured, curling an arm around him and pulling him close. Desmond burrowed into Harry's arms, feeling Harry's fingers rub circles onto his back.
Two months later, Harry glanced out the window of his apartment and then stepped out the door, looking for Desmond. It was half past 9pm and the man wasn't anywhere to be seen. Desmond had said he would be coming around to look at the motorcycle, after having gotten his license and… Desmond was late and Harry had a bad feeling about this.
He apparated to Bad Weather and walked into the bar, looking immediately at the bar and seeing a whole new person tending the bar. Harry's heart stopped and then started slowly as he headed past the bar and up to the manager's office, knocking on the door.
"Come in."
Harry stepped inside, looking at the man that he had seen once or twice.
The manager looked at him, his eyes narrowed. "Yes?"
"Have you seen Desmond?"
"No. We haven't seen him for a few nights. Had to hire a new bartender too. It's too bad. He was good at it."
Harry frowned, thanked the man, and left the bar, walking around to the back of it. There were the usual trash bins and perhaps a stray cat and… He heard the distinct sound of wet hide on the pavement and peered underneath the big trash container, seeing the completely black snake coiled under it.
"Go away, human."
Harry snorted and knelt down further. The snake's voice was female and annoyed, irritated at the world for existing. "I'm no ordinary human."
The snake uncoiled at his voice, its beady eyes staring at him. "A speaker?"
"Yes. I'm a speaker. This isn't a good place for you, is it?"
The snake uncoiled further and slithered towards him. Harry backed up, letting the snake have room.
"No, it's not. Humans are weird and loud and were scared of my fangs."
And they were quite some fangs. Harry looked the snake over, going through a mental catalogue of non magical snakes and coming up with nothing. "Are you from a wizarding village?"
"Yes. Obviously. What are you here for? Come to displace me again?"
"You wouldn't have happened to see anything… suspicious in the past few months?" Harry asked, lowering an arm down and letting the snake slither up his arm to his shoulder.
"What would be suspicious to a human?"
"Oh… someone… kidnapping someone. You've seen humans act before."
The snake peered around at him, its grey eyes narrowed before bending her head. "I did see something, speaker. A big car came behind here, white, with a triangle on its side. White clothed people came to take the man who smells of drinks and put him in their van. I thought I saw one of them slide a… metal thing into his neck."
Harry blinked at the snake's words. Not all of the snakes he had talked to were this… talkative in the past. But… a car with a triangle on the side of it… He didn't know what that meant but it did mean that Desmond… was in trouble. Drugged and in trouble.
"Do you want me to take you somewhere else? To a forest maybe?"
"I don't care what you do. Just take me with you. You're the first speaker I've met."
"I will be getting into some shit," Harry remarked, stroking the snake's head.
"Do you think I might bite people?"
Harry snorted at the snake's words. "Perhaps."
"Take me with you then."
"You're a little homicidal for a snake. Alright. I've seen worse. Let's go rescue my boyfriend."
"I didn't understand those last words."
"I just said let's get you something to eat."
"Oh. I approve."
AN: I started playing the AC games this year and boy... howdy, the plot bunnies. I'm on Assassin's Creed 3 right now and Connor! Haytham! Desmond![He totally deserves better.]
And on a second note... EZIO!