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Desmond didn’t know if it was because he now had to store the memories of two different ancestors or if Rebecca’s Baby had something to do with it but his Bleeding Effect episodes were becoming more frequent than before and definitely more invasive. He barely noticed it when he had been reliving Altaïr’s memories in Abstergo. They were more like shadowy figures in the corner of his eyes that he sometimes didn’t even notice. The most invasive Bleeding Effect episode he had back in Abstergo was the sudden activation of his Eagle Vision towards the end. But, after a few sessions with Ezio’s memories, even Altaïr’s Bleeding Effect had started to become more realistic.
At least, in Desmond’s head anyway.
Most of the time, it was random if he was going to bleed as Altaïr or as Ezio but Desmond felt that there was a greater chance he would bleed either of them if he was lost in his thoughts or if he was feeling something too much at the moment.
That had been the reason why he tried not to think too deeply and tried to stay calm and chill but he was only human and every human had a breaking point.
Unfortunately, Desmond’s breaking point was something that Shaun could easily hit with just the right amount of snark and uninformed barbs. He knew Shaun didn’t mean it, not really. It was simply the way he was and Desmond wanted to believe if he knew how much it truly affected Desmond, he would stop.
But Desmond wasn’t going to say anything as Shaun continued to snark at him. He already felt the bleed start to take over as the walls of their Rome hideout began to wave and pulse as it flickered from its usual look to the stone walls of Masyaf.
As he expected.
Any time that Desmond was mostly frustrated or angry, it would be Altaïr’s bleed that would take over, and bleeding as Altaïr was always a gamble. Depending on how deep the bleed was, Desmond might accidentally hurt someone.
Or worse.
That was why he left the main room with a quick ‘I need a break’ that probably sounded incoherent at this point and rushed towards the warehouse on the lower level.
The boxes and crates have already turned to the familiar hallway of Masyaf fortress at this point and-
“Don’t listen to him. All he does is talk anyway.”
Desmond turned and saw a young man walking next to him with a frown decorating his youthful face.
He looked… familiar…
“Don’t let his words get to you.” The young man turned to face him and a bright smile appeared on his face as he said, “Everyone knows you’re so much better than him anyway.”
“Of course, I am,” Desmond replied in an arrogant tone that felt both wrong and right on his lips.
“Of course!” The young man agreed with a cheerful nod before leaning close and whispering conspiratorially, “If you want, I’m quite sure I can get my friends to start a rumor going? A little bit of payback for all the lies he’s been spreading?”
Desmond felt amusement swirl around him as the young man thought out loud, “How about a rumor that he fell in horseshit while he was running away from the Templars? Oh! I know. How about a rumor that he cries during sex? Ah. But that would mean that people would have to believe that someone would have sex with him in the first place. That’s going to be a hard sell…”
“Enough, Kadar,” Desmond ordered but the fondness in his tone was as clear as the small smile that appeared on his face.
Internally, Desmond finally realized that he was talking to Malik’s younger brother. The young man who had been with Altaïr and Malik in that disaster of a mission.
The both of them stopped walking and Desmond said as he turned to face Kadar, “If the master was to find out that you’ve been getting the other novices to spread a baseless rumor about a brother of ours, you’d be in trouble.”
The younger man simply shrugged as he mumbled, “It’s not going to be baseless.”
“Not the point, Kadar.” Desmond retorted and he could feel himself having more control now as the bleed continued. Patting Kadar on the head was definitely him getting swept into the fondness that he was feeling and not something Altaïr actually did as he felt a slight prick in his mind that he always got whenever he did something that wasn’t part of the memory he was bleeding at the moment.
Still, the Bleeding Effect was a strange thing and Desmond was pretty sure his mind was using what he could remember from his ancestor’s memories to show him how Kadar’s cheeks reddened as he felt him pat his head.
“Fine.” Kadar sighed and the red on his cheeks disappeared abruptly as the bleed continued to show what truly happened. The young Al-Sayf tilted his head slightly as he leaned closer, looking up to Desmond as he placed a hand over his chest, “Then perhaps I can help you forget all about it?”
Wait.
What?
Kadar gripped Desmond’s robes and pulled him towards a small alcove just to their right, hidden from view by darkness. Desmond’s protest was half-hearted at best as his feet followed Kadar into the dark, “We don’t have time-”
“We have time, I promise.” Kadar’s promise was playful and Desmond didn’t believe it at all but he still followed the younger man as they hid in the alcove. It was dark but Desmond could still see enough even without activating his Eagle Vision. He felt Kadar grab his hands and guided them inside his breeches. As his hands traveled further down Kadar’s back…
Oh, hello.
Desmond felt oil on Kadar’s crack and felt his warm breath against his ear as he whispered, “Come on. Please? I’ve been preparing all day.”
“Have you now?” Desmond hummed as he slipped a finger in, making Kadar moan and hold onto him tightly.
“Yes, when I heard you were riding back- Ah!” Kadar let out a loud moan as Desmond cruelly slipped two more fingers just to check how prepared the younger man truly was. Kadar leaned on him as he began to tremble, moans slipping from his open mouth as Desmond thrust his three fingers lazily inside him.
“Please, please, please.” A litany of please left Kadar’s lips, becoming louder each time that Desmond thrust his fingers inside him.
It was well oiled that much was certain yet it was still tight enough that Desmond knew it would certainly be an enjoyable ‘ride’.
However…
Desmond kissed Kadar’s temple before whispering, “You need to be quieter or people will hear you.”
He didn’t bother to wait for a response as he pressed Kadar against the wall and lifted him up with his other hand while Kadar seemed to know what Desmond wanted as he quickly took off his boots and kicked his breeches off, being only successful in taking off one boot, making his breeches dangle by his right knee. That was alright since it left Kadar naked from the waist down in the end anyway. Kadar’s legs wrapped around his waist and he held onto Desmond’s shoulders as Desmond quickly pulled his own breeches down just enough to free his already hard aching cock. He used his own precum to quickly coat his dick and he captured Kadar’s open mouth into a deep filthy kiss, muffling his moans as he pressed the head of his cock into the younger man’s waiting hole.
Kadar trembled and let out the sweetest moans muffled by their lips as his body easily welcomed him. He was still so tight that Desmond couldn’t help but let out a moan that was muffled by their kiss. It felt like his inner walls were hugging his cock so tight, begging him not to leave.
Desmond pulled away slightly and a string of saliva connected their open mouths as Kadar continued to breathe heavily. Kadar arched his back and bit his bottom lip to muffle the mewling sounds leaving his mouth as Desmond continued to pull him down into his aching cock.
“Ahhh.” Kadar gripped the fabric of Desmond’s robe tightly as Desmond finally completely sheathed himself inside Kadar. Desmond let out a groan when he felt Kadar clench all around him.
“Kadar…” Desmond hissed as he gripped Kadar tightly by the waist and rested his head on the younger man’s shoulder.
“Sorry.” Kadar mumbled, “Feels so good. So big. I can’t. Please… please, please.”
“Shush.” Desmond hushed but did as the younger man requested and pulled a bit only to thrust back in quickly, making Kadar let out a noise that was a mix of a squeak and a moan.
Desmond fucked Kadar hard enough that the younger man’s back began to rub against the stone wall behind him. He didn’t seem to mind and, if anything, he seemed to enjoy the rough treatment, letting out filthy moans and begging for more.
“Yes, yes, please, please, ple-”
Desmond muffled his pleas by kissing him deeply and the sounds of skin slapping on skin seemed to only be complemented by their filthy open-mouthed kiss.
“Close, I’m so close, please, please-” Kadar mumbled by his lips and Desmond growled, capturing his mouth into another deep kiss as he thrust inside Kadar two more times before completely pulling off of him. He let Kadar fall to his knees and held his rock-hard cock in front of the panting man’s face. Kadar opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue as Desmond began to stroke his cock quickly. It only took just a few strokes before Desmond was cumming onto Kadar’s face, deliberately not aiming for his waiting mouth, and that only made the younger man let out another moan as he closed his eyes. Desmond placed his hand against the wall to keep himself standing while he pressed the head of his dick into Kadar’s mouth. The young man closed his lips around the head of his cock, moaning shamelessly as he sucked the remaining cum from its head. Desmond felt Kadar’s tongue lapped at the head and watched as he used one hand to clean his cum off his face. Desmond watched in fascination and he felt a surge of power and his ego was completely being stroked as he watched Kadar use his cum-covered hand to stroke his still hard cock all the while cleaning Desmond’s dick with his mouth.
“Look at me,” Desmond growled as he gripped Kadar’s short hair and tugged it slightly.
Kadar opened his mouth and stared at his eyes as he continued to lick the underside of his cock, letting it rest on his face with a dazed look on his face as he continued to stroke himself.
“Cum.” Desmond ordered and Kadar let out a loud moan as he came into his hand, eyes staring at Desmond’s face and tongue still pressed by the underside of the cock resting on his face.
Desmond let go of Kadar’s hair and the younger man fell back, resting his back on the wall behind him. Both of them were breathing hard and Desmond watched as Kadar weakly pulled Desmond’s breeches up as he gave him a weak grin, “Feel better now?”
Desmond’s lips curved into a fond smile as he nodded.
“Yeah. Thanks.” Desmond replied and blinked when he noticed that he was staring at the warehouse floor.
Which was now decorated by Desmond’s own cum if the soft obviously just came dick flopping out of his jeans was any indication.
Desmond groaned and quickly put his dick back in his jeans as he quickly darted his eyes all around the warehouse, hoping to find some kind of rag or mop he can use to clean up his Bleeding Effect sponsored mess.
Back in the main room on the second floor of their current hideout, Lucy silently deleted the last ten minutes of footage from the security cameras all around the first floor. In the report she’d be sending to Bill concerning the deletion later today, she would add the note “deleted to give Desmond some privacy” and would silently hope that Bill wouldn’t ask for any more details.