Date: Fri, 04 Jan 2013 11:47:10 -0500 From: James Andrews Subject: Assassin's Creed chapter 1 Author's note: All characters, names, plot elements and universe aspects from the Assassin's Creed series of games belong to Ubisoft. I own nothing. This series of events centres around the protagonists, and supporting characters, from the Assassin's Creed series of games. It contains homosexual sex between adult males, between adolescent males, and between adult and adolescent males. If this offends you, do not read this story. If you are not legally old enough to read this material, you must not do so. The fictional realms of this story do not take into consideration real-life factors such as STIs. This story is fantasy. This story contains plot elements from all Assassin's Creed games up to and including Assassin's Creed III. Spoilers may be contained herein. Suggestions, comments, feedback etc are welcome at user_unknown@mail.com =============================================================================== Desmond Miles awoke from the Animus with a jolt. "What the hell did I..." he stopped short as he realised that, for the second time in a row, he was rock hard. "What was going on there?" "What is it, Desmond? What did you see?" asked Rebecca, with a hint of worry in her voice, quickly averting her gaze from the prominent bulge in Desmond's jeans. "Well, it doesn't look like you were hating it *too* much, does it? What's wrong, Desmond, did Connor's memories get a little too *X-rated* for you?" Shaun asked, in his usual sarcastic tone. "No, it's just... I've never seen that kind of stuff before!" Desmond hastily replied. "I didn't.. what the hell am I supposed to do?!" "Well, the Animus only shows you the elements of your ancestors' past that are vital for full synchronization. In the past it's only been the missions they undertook in service to the Order, but... if you're seeing this kind of stuff, it's because it's vital to your living of their past. I'm sorry, Desmond, but however embarrassing it is, you're going to have to live through it." Rebecca seemed as uncomfortable as Desmond felt. "...you're telling me I basically have to undergo their sexual experiences? While I'm in the same room as you guys?!" "Desmond, Desmond, Desmond," Shaun sighed. "We have FAR more important things to do than concern ourselves with what's happening in your dreams. Just get on with it and we can carry on looking for ways to, you know, prevent the imminent end of the world." Desmond sighed. Reluctantly he lay back down on the Animus' console. "Here goes nothing. Again." ----------------------------------------------- The fifteen-year-old Ratonhnhaké:ton sprinted through the wilderness of the Frontierland. In the distance he heard one of the other village children counting to a hundred. With his physical abilities heightened through training, he knew that the one-hundred count would allow him time to get far enough away that he would not be found for a long time. It was what he was counting on. Some quarter-mile from where the game had started, he found a familiar thicket of soft grass. He looked for the marking he had left as an indicator, and glancing around him, dived inside. "Raton," came a familiar voice, "you got here even quicker than last time. I am impressed." He shot a cocky look at the speaker. "I did not set out to impress you, cousin. But I am glad that you find my abilities... pleasing." The seventeen-year-old Thayendanegea glanced Raton up and down with approval. "You know," he said, motioning for the younger boy to approach him, "how pleasing I find your abilities. Now come to me." Raton did as he was told. As he approached the older teenager, Thaye reached out and undid the toggles on Raton's sackcloth shirt. Discarding the garment, he brought his face to the boys chest and started to trace its contours with his tongue. "I am forever searching for a reason as to why you attract me so, cousin," he murmured. "One of these days I will understand." The younger boy grinned. "You should not seek to understand, Thaye. Life is for enjoyment." With that, he pushed the older boy back and kissed him, hard, passionately, and deep. His fingers tangled in Thaye's hair as he began roaming his hands all over the older boy's body. He brought his lips to the older boy's neck and kissed him roughly. "Gods, Raton, your lips are magic..." Thaye groaned as Raton rubbed against his body. "You know, Thaye, what I came for, do you not?" asked Raton, tantalisingly. "I do," replied the older boy, unfastening the cord of Raton's pants. "You came to be served by me, despite that you are younger than me. You came that I might worship your body and serve your every whim. You came that I might take care of this for you," he finished, gripping the boy's cock through his trousers. Raton moaned softly with approval. Thaye finally removed Raton's pants, letting his cock spring free. Though he was only fifteen, it was a thing of beauty: eight inches long, thick and throbbing. "No matter how many times I see it," mused Thaye, "I will never get tired of this magnificent tool." Raton eyed him with a smirk. "Then you know what to do, cousin." "Yes, master," said Thaye, and immediately engulfed Raton's cock in his mouth. The fifteen-year-old let out a guttural moan of pleasure as he watched and felt his cock disappear into his cousin's hot, wet mouth. A small part of the back of his mind told him that the village would not approve of him behaving in such a manner with Thaye; he was after all his cousin, and primarily he was a boy, but his adolescent hormones and perpetual state of arousal led him to care little for such matters. Thaye was gurgling like a contented child as he continued to suck up and down on Raton's thick pole. The seventeen-year-old reached inside his own pants, frantically stroking his own cock as Raton watched him. "Oh, Thaye, your mouth feels magical..." he trailed off. Thaye pulled off the end of his shaft. "Raton, you know what I want." Raton did. He took his erect cock and slapped it on Thaye's outstretched tongue. "You like it when I do this, do you not, cousin? You like it when I, merely a boy, feed you my big thick cock and make you feel like a whore? You walk for an hour every day just so you can suck on my pole? You know you're not supposed to do it because I am your cousin and because I am a boy, but you do it nonetheless? You can't get enough of choking on my boy meat until you taste my seed? Do you want it right now, cousin? Do you want my cum?" "I do, cousin, I do. Give me your boy seed. I need it now, give me your cock and your cum." Raton threw his head back. With one hand he pulled at his erect nipples while he furiously worked his throbbing cock with the other. "Here it comes. Swallow my cum, you whore...FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK" he cursed with a word he'd heard his mother use once as white-hot teenage cum shot from the end of his cock into Thaye's waiting mouth. Thaye moaned as the sensation sent him, too, over the edge. His fist flew up and down his pole furiously as he came, coating the inside of his pants, as Raton finished his orgasm and thrusted the cum into his mouth with his still-hard pole. Breathing heavily, Raton looked at the older boy. "Once again, cousin, I owe you much. I feel incredible." "Nonsense; it is I who owe you, Raton. Your cock is quite wondrous!" At the sudden sound of approaching footsteps, Raton hastily pulled on his clothes. "Until tomorrow, cousin?" he queried. "I will be here, Raton. Of that you can be sure."