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Entry tags:
Fic - Assassin;'s Creed - Bad Intel
Title: Bad Intel
Fandom: Assassin's Creed
Warnings: Smooching. No porn, but what's present is dub-con
Summary: A kinkmeme fill from this prompt: Angel/Demon AU - these lovely pieces by allahdammit over on dA: http: //tinyurl.com/adart1
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Shaun hated being sent on surface missions. He was a historian, an archivist, not some ground pounding thug to be sent Earth-side to scare low-class demons out of their holes.
Yet here he was. Well away from his library and books and other means of keeping himself occupied. It's a simple mission, his 'boss' had told him. You're driving everyone up the wall when you're here all the time, Rebecca had added gleefully, her tiny wings twitching with mirth. Shaun's own wings (larger than Rebecca's, at least, even if he got teased for their... less-than-average span) fluffed in anger at the thought, and his grip tightened on his pre-made containment ward. He would do their stupid mission and then he would go home, and then they'd have no right to complain.
Not that the demons were exactly hard to find. There were three of them gathered around the intersection of two alleyways, talking quietly amongst each other in a lonely pool of light cast by a streetlamp -- one of them, a young one, Shaun thought, right in the middle, the other two standing around the edge. Shaun couldn't hear them, but he could tell from afar that they were masked from human sight. Good to see that they were smart enough for that, at least. Dressed as humans or not (Shaun could see from here that the one of them wearing a white hoodie, of all things) they all seemed to have the pointed ears and claw-tipped fingers typical of demons. Probably too weak to shift them out of sight. Shaun activated his ward, pleased to see that none of them seemed to notice it -- it was a new one, experimental, and he'd been worried it wouldn't be subtle enough. Then, giving no thought as to alternative means of approaching the trio, he stepped around the corner he was peering around and strode towards them.
He didn't start to feel any doubt about his situation until the three of them immediately and simultaneously whipped their heads around to stare at them. The oldest of the three (Shaun assumed he was the oldest, at least; his wings were huge compared to the other two) all but vanished before Shaun could get a good look at him, stepping further back into the shadows and calling more around him, until all that was visible was a pair of yellow eyes peering at him intently. The other two didn't pull a vanishing act, staying where they were and allowing Shaun to observe that the three were almost certainly related -- the eldest had eyes the same shape and color as the other two, which had nearly identical features. The youngest of them seemed the most curious, his tail (Interesting, Shaun noted, for tails were thought to have been mostly bred out of demons) swaying like a cat's, while the other seemed the calmest and... amused. He had longer hair than either of his... brothers, Shaun thought? And-- yes, he also had a tail, thought his was still aside from the idle twitching of the tip.
All in all, not the sort of group that Shaun had expected to counter. The youngest of the three was probably at least as old as Shaun himself was. He couldn't begin to guess the age of the long-haired one -- anywhere between 30 years and 30 decades could have been an accurate estimation. The oldest... Shaun couldn't be sure, what with him wrapped up in the shadows like that, but he got the unpleasant sensation that his wings were covered in feathers, not the same soft fuzz he was sure covered the younger demons' wings. Feathered demons weren't unheard of, but...
Well, the thought of dealing with a demon that may have been a thousand years or even older wasn't exactly a pleasant thought. The feathers didn't necessarily meant he was powerful. Just that he was smart, cunning, and probably strong enough to survive cutthroat demons and their politics for the ballpark of a thousand years -- the big one was probably the father of the other two, actually. Not that Shaun was going to abandon the mission just because of a little uncertainty.
"Murdering humans without cause is against your kind's rule," Shaun stated. The long-haired one the youngest exchanged a look before turning their attention back towards Shaun. "Wouldn't want to draw our attention, hm? Or the humans'? So why are you here?" Shaun crossed his arms. "You don't look like the sort that needs human flesh to live." The youngest two exchanged a look again, this time one of amusement. Shaun bristled, white feathers puffing outward. "Well?"
It was the eldest of the three demons that answered Shaun. "Go away, scribe." He stepped forward, some of the shadows falling away from him. Not enough for Shaun to make out many of his features aside from those damn eyes, of course, but he could at least confirm that his wings were feathered. "Your masters have sent you on a suicide mission, if you're here to fight us."
"Here to fight us?" The youngest demon this time, giving Shaun an incredulous look as he spoke. "You're kidding."
"I think Stillman is beginning to underestimate us," the long-haired one intoned calmly.
"No shit, Ezio." The youngest huffed and crossed his arms, tail thrashing as he finally addressed Shaun again. "Hey-- we didn't do anything, alright?"
"Oh, is that it?" Shaun heaved a huge sigh. "Oh, I'm so relieved! You see, there have been these terrible rumors going around that demons aren't actually very nice. All sorts of stories about them murdering people, and then lying about it, and then when annoyed archivists get sent out to deal with them, they lie some more! Then, once everyone is nice and calmed down--"
"I am leaving," the oldest suddenly said, a sigh in his voice, and then he simply vanished.
Shaun froze, the rest of his tirade dying in his throat. Fair enough, he wasn't a combatant. He was terrible at fighting. But he was damn good at spells that took time and focus to prepare -- he was well-known for it in his sector -- and the ward he'd put up just a moment ago was one of the strongest he could make. For a demon to simply walk out of an area he had warded against just that kind of action... Desperately Shaun cast his senses about but no, the demon was well and truly gone.
The second oldest demon -- Ezio, Shaun supposed -- shrugged. "We will catch up with you later, Desmond." And then he was gone as well, just as thoroughly as his older brother. Shit.
Desmond heaved a sigh. "Really, you guys?" He gave Shaun a wane look, tail lashing more thoroughly now. His arms were crossed and his claws were lightly denting the white fabric of his hoodie sleeve. After a moment he abruptly smiled, and Shaun immediately felt less sure about the situation. "Listen, it's pretty clear you got some bad intel, right?" Shaun sputtered indignantly, but Desmond just kept talking. "So just-- drop your ward thingy and I'll be on my way, alright?"
"I'm afraid my ward thingy," Shaun grated out. "Is staying in place until I get some answers." Desmond opened his mouth to protest but Shaun didn't even pause for breath. "Your relatives -- brother and father, are they? -- might be content to just waltz out of here, but I'm not undoing hours of hard work just so you can go chasing after them like some sort of lost puppy." Desmond's expression darkened. Shaun ignored it, stepping forward to jab a finger at Desmond's chest. "You aren't supposed to be here, and you're definitely not supposed to be murdering people. So start telling my why you're here, or we can just wait all night."
Desmond was silent for a long moment. When he spoke, Shaun wanted to scream. "So this ward of yours -- it is just the 'drop-and-go' type, or do you have to keep focusing on it?"
Shaun immediately caught on to what Desmond was after and calmed down. He lifted his chin, feeling smug. "A combination," he said haughtily. Desmond, clearly, was not that experienced. Maybe his father and brother were powerful enough to get out undetected, but if this kid was just asking like this, he wasn't going to be a threat. "The walls stay in place for hours unless I tell it otherwise, but my concentration just makes it stronger." Not, Shaun was sure, that Desmond could distract him on the level he needed to. Normal annoyances weren't going to cut it.
Desmond nodded. "Fancy. I think I've heard of ones like that." The quality of the cool night air suddenly shifted, getting very marginally warmer. Desmond's gaze, briefly, fixed on Shaun with a clam sort of intensity, but then his expression was normal again, and Shaun thought he must have imagined it. "You're that Shaun... Shaun Hastings guy, right? Leo told me about you." Shaun's expression slid into a frown. Leo? As in... "Anyway, Listen. We didn't kill anyone."
Shaun scoffed, his mind wandering away from 'Leo'. "Oh, of course! My mistake. I--"
"Uuugh, not again." Desmond raised his hands in surrender, and gave Shaun a devil-may-care smirk. It was such an infuriating, charming expression. "Right, I get it. Whoever told you this..." Desmond crossed his arms and leaned in closer, his expression becoming a little less smirky and a little more thoughtful. Shaun felt his feathers shift as the muscles in his wings tensed. "Let me guess. Someone you trust a lot." When Shaun remained silent, Desmond's smirk grew. Augh! "If you're an archivist then you probably don't wanna be here." He started to pace, making a slow circle around Shaun as he spoke. Shaun suddenly felt very vulnerable, wings pulling in closer to his body. "... You don't look that old, either."
And then Shaun felt a hand. On his wing. He let out an irritated hiss and jerked away, pulling his wings tight against his back as he whirled to face Desmond -- who wore a damn surprised expression, as if he'd been expecting a different reaction. A single shiver wracked Shaun's frame, goosebumps crawling across his back.
"Riiight," Desmond continued. The smirk was back on his face, and Shaun shivered again. "I forgot you guys were so..." Shaun was expecting Desmond to say 'twitchy', but found himself scowling when Desmond went with, "Sensitive." Desmond stretched one of his wings out to the side, glancing at it curiously before looking back to Shaun. "We demons don't get feathers for a while, so we don't jump like scared cats when someone brushes by us."
Shaun felt heat spreading across his cheeks. "What," he growled. "Does that have to do with anything?" And suddenly Desmond was there, right in front of him smirking, and Shaun drew in a shallow gasp. He took a step back and was highly alarmed to find himself trapped between Desmond and a wall.
"Because," Desmond drawled, and Shaun felt a tingling run down his spine at the tone in Desmond's voice. "I'm trying to distract you." He reached out, pressing a hand against the wall next to Shaun's ear. "And messing with emotions isn't my strong point." Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Shaun's, and it was like a fire was spreading from the demon. It raced through Shaun's nerves, leaving an uncomfortable chill in its path and awakening a need for more.
Lust, Shaun thought dimly, anger a persistent but distant emotion as he parted his lips and invited more of Desmond's warmth. Another wave of fire washed through him, leaving more coldness and confusion in its wake. Bastard... get out of my head. It was sick, wrong. Just like a demon to manipulate his body and desires like that. But he could help but want more, distantly aware of his own hands lifting up to curl into the fabric of Desmond's hoodie. Push him away! he thought desperately to himself, even as he pulled at Desmond's shirt, trying to drag him closer.
The kiss broke and Shaun nearly screamed in frustration, even as he scrambled to regain control of himself. Then there were soft lips on his neck and another shiver tore through him, his feathers rustling as a tiny, needy sound escaped his throat. He was expecting the harsh scrape of teeth but there were only lips and tiny kisses, trailing from the hem of his collar and up his neck. Breath ghosted over Shaun's ear and his knees went weak, his breath hitched, his finger relaxed--
"Thanks for dropping the ward for me."
And then Desmond was gone in a rush of black wings and white fabric and Shaun was alone, leaning against the wall, his heart still racing, his mind still muddled with desire and confusion. he snapped out of his daze a second later, scrambling to reconnect with the wards and reinforce the walls, but it was too little, too late; all three demons were gone by now, not a trace of them in sight.
Fandom: Assassin's Creed
Warnings: Smooching. No porn, but what's present is dub-con
Summary: A kinkmeme fill from this prompt: Angel/Demon AU - these lovely pieces by allahdammit over on dA: http: //tinyurl.com/adart1
==========
Shaun hated being sent on surface missions. He was a historian, an archivist, not some ground pounding thug to be sent Earth-side to scare low-class demons out of their holes.
Yet here he was. Well away from his library and books and other means of keeping himself occupied. It's a simple mission, his 'boss' had told him. You're driving everyone up the wall when you're here all the time, Rebecca had added gleefully, her tiny wings twitching with mirth. Shaun's own wings (larger than Rebecca's, at least, even if he got teased for their... less-than-average span) fluffed in anger at the thought, and his grip tightened on his pre-made containment ward. He would do their stupid mission and then he would go home, and then they'd have no right to complain.
Not that the demons were exactly hard to find. There were three of them gathered around the intersection of two alleyways, talking quietly amongst each other in a lonely pool of light cast by a streetlamp -- one of them, a young one, Shaun thought, right in the middle, the other two standing around the edge. Shaun couldn't hear them, but he could tell from afar that they were masked from human sight. Good to see that they were smart enough for that, at least. Dressed as humans or not (Shaun could see from here that the one of them wearing a white hoodie, of all things) they all seemed to have the pointed ears and claw-tipped fingers typical of demons. Probably too weak to shift them out of sight. Shaun activated his ward, pleased to see that none of them seemed to notice it -- it was a new one, experimental, and he'd been worried it wouldn't be subtle enough. Then, giving no thought as to alternative means of approaching the trio, he stepped around the corner he was peering around and strode towards them.
He didn't start to feel any doubt about his situation until the three of them immediately and simultaneously whipped their heads around to stare at them. The oldest of the three (Shaun assumed he was the oldest, at least; his wings were huge compared to the other two) all but vanished before Shaun could get a good look at him, stepping further back into the shadows and calling more around him, until all that was visible was a pair of yellow eyes peering at him intently. The other two didn't pull a vanishing act, staying where they were and allowing Shaun to observe that the three were almost certainly related -- the eldest had eyes the same shape and color as the other two, which had nearly identical features. The youngest of them seemed the most curious, his tail (Interesting, Shaun noted, for tails were thought to have been mostly bred out of demons) swaying like a cat's, while the other seemed the calmest and... amused. He had longer hair than either of his... brothers, Shaun thought? And-- yes, he also had a tail, thought his was still aside from the idle twitching of the tip.
All in all, not the sort of group that Shaun had expected to counter. The youngest of the three was probably at least as old as Shaun himself was. He couldn't begin to guess the age of the long-haired one -- anywhere between 30 years and 30 decades could have been an accurate estimation. The oldest... Shaun couldn't be sure, what with him wrapped up in the shadows like that, but he got the unpleasant sensation that his wings were covered in feathers, not the same soft fuzz he was sure covered the younger demons' wings. Feathered demons weren't unheard of, but...
Well, the thought of dealing with a demon that may have been a thousand years or even older wasn't exactly a pleasant thought. The feathers didn't necessarily meant he was powerful. Just that he was smart, cunning, and probably strong enough to survive cutthroat demons and their politics for the ballpark of a thousand years -- the big one was probably the father of the other two, actually. Not that Shaun was going to abandon the mission just because of a little uncertainty.
"Murdering humans without cause is against your kind's rule," Shaun stated. The long-haired one the youngest exchanged a look before turning their attention back towards Shaun. "Wouldn't want to draw our attention, hm? Or the humans'? So why are you here?" Shaun crossed his arms. "You don't look like the sort that needs human flesh to live." The youngest two exchanged a look again, this time one of amusement. Shaun bristled, white feathers puffing outward. "Well?"
It was the eldest of the three demons that answered Shaun. "Go away, scribe." He stepped forward, some of the shadows falling away from him. Not enough for Shaun to make out many of his features aside from those damn eyes, of course, but he could at least confirm that his wings were feathered. "Your masters have sent you on a suicide mission, if you're here to fight us."
"Here to fight us?" The youngest demon this time, giving Shaun an incredulous look as he spoke. "You're kidding."
"I think Stillman is beginning to underestimate us," the long-haired one intoned calmly.
"No shit, Ezio." The youngest huffed and crossed his arms, tail thrashing as he finally addressed Shaun again. "Hey-- we didn't do anything, alright?"
"Oh, is that it?" Shaun heaved a huge sigh. "Oh, I'm so relieved! You see, there have been these terrible rumors going around that demons aren't actually very nice. All sorts of stories about them murdering people, and then lying about it, and then when annoyed archivists get sent out to deal with them, they lie some more! Then, once everyone is nice and calmed down--"
"I am leaving," the oldest suddenly said, a sigh in his voice, and then he simply vanished.
Shaun froze, the rest of his tirade dying in his throat. Fair enough, he wasn't a combatant. He was terrible at fighting. But he was damn good at spells that took time and focus to prepare -- he was well-known for it in his sector -- and the ward he'd put up just a moment ago was one of the strongest he could make. For a demon to simply walk out of an area he had warded against just that kind of action... Desperately Shaun cast his senses about but no, the demon was well and truly gone.
The second oldest demon -- Ezio, Shaun supposed -- shrugged. "We will catch up with you later, Desmond." And then he was gone as well, just as thoroughly as his older brother. Shit.
Desmond heaved a sigh. "Really, you guys?" He gave Shaun a wane look, tail lashing more thoroughly now. His arms were crossed and his claws were lightly denting the white fabric of his hoodie sleeve. After a moment he abruptly smiled, and Shaun immediately felt less sure about the situation. "Listen, it's pretty clear you got some bad intel, right?" Shaun sputtered indignantly, but Desmond just kept talking. "So just-- drop your ward thingy and I'll be on my way, alright?"
"I'm afraid my ward thingy," Shaun grated out. "Is staying in place until I get some answers." Desmond opened his mouth to protest but Shaun didn't even pause for breath. "Your relatives -- brother and father, are they? -- might be content to just waltz out of here, but I'm not undoing hours of hard work just so you can go chasing after them like some sort of lost puppy." Desmond's expression darkened. Shaun ignored it, stepping forward to jab a finger at Desmond's chest. "You aren't supposed to be here, and you're definitely not supposed to be murdering people. So start telling my why you're here, or we can just wait all night."
Desmond was silent for a long moment. When he spoke, Shaun wanted to scream. "So this ward of yours -- it is just the 'drop-and-go' type, or do you have to keep focusing on it?"
Shaun immediately caught on to what Desmond was after and calmed down. He lifted his chin, feeling smug. "A combination," he said haughtily. Desmond, clearly, was not that experienced. Maybe his father and brother were powerful enough to get out undetected, but if this kid was just asking like this, he wasn't going to be a threat. "The walls stay in place for hours unless I tell it otherwise, but my concentration just makes it stronger." Not, Shaun was sure, that Desmond could distract him on the level he needed to. Normal annoyances weren't going to cut it.
Desmond nodded. "Fancy. I think I've heard of ones like that." The quality of the cool night air suddenly shifted, getting very marginally warmer. Desmond's gaze, briefly, fixed on Shaun with a clam sort of intensity, but then his expression was normal again, and Shaun thought he must have imagined it. "You're that Shaun... Shaun Hastings guy, right? Leo told me about you." Shaun's expression slid into a frown. Leo? As in... "Anyway, Listen. We didn't kill anyone."
Shaun scoffed, his mind wandering away from 'Leo'. "Oh, of course! My mistake. I--"
"Uuugh, not again." Desmond raised his hands in surrender, and gave Shaun a devil-may-care smirk. It was such an infuriating, charming expression. "Right, I get it. Whoever told you this..." Desmond crossed his arms and leaned in closer, his expression becoming a little less smirky and a little more thoughtful. Shaun felt his feathers shift as the muscles in his wings tensed. "Let me guess. Someone you trust a lot." When Shaun remained silent, Desmond's smirk grew. Augh! "If you're an archivist then you probably don't wanna be here." He started to pace, making a slow circle around Shaun as he spoke. Shaun suddenly felt very vulnerable, wings pulling in closer to his body. "... You don't look that old, either."
And then Shaun felt a hand. On his wing. He let out an irritated hiss and jerked away, pulling his wings tight against his back as he whirled to face Desmond -- who wore a damn surprised expression, as if he'd been expecting a different reaction. A single shiver wracked Shaun's frame, goosebumps crawling across his back.
"Riiight," Desmond continued. The smirk was back on his face, and Shaun shivered again. "I forgot you guys were so..." Shaun was expecting Desmond to say 'twitchy', but found himself scowling when Desmond went with, "Sensitive." Desmond stretched one of his wings out to the side, glancing at it curiously before looking back to Shaun. "We demons don't get feathers for a while, so we don't jump like scared cats when someone brushes by us."
Shaun felt heat spreading across his cheeks. "What," he growled. "Does that have to do with anything?" And suddenly Desmond was there, right in front of him smirking, and Shaun drew in a shallow gasp. He took a step back and was highly alarmed to find himself trapped between Desmond and a wall.
"Because," Desmond drawled, and Shaun felt a tingling run down his spine at the tone in Desmond's voice. "I'm trying to distract you." He reached out, pressing a hand against the wall next to Shaun's ear. "And messing with emotions isn't my strong point." Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Shaun's, and it was like a fire was spreading from the demon. It raced through Shaun's nerves, leaving an uncomfortable chill in its path and awakening a need for more.
Lust, Shaun thought dimly, anger a persistent but distant emotion as he parted his lips and invited more of Desmond's warmth. Another wave of fire washed through him, leaving more coldness and confusion in its wake. Bastard... get out of my head. It was sick, wrong. Just like a demon to manipulate his body and desires like that. But he could help but want more, distantly aware of his own hands lifting up to curl into the fabric of Desmond's hoodie. Push him away! he thought desperately to himself, even as he pulled at Desmond's shirt, trying to drag him closer.
The kiss broke and Shaun nearly screamed in frustration, even as he scrambled to regain control of himself. Then there were soft lips on his neck and another shiver tore through him, his feathers rustling as a tiny, needy sound escaped his throat. He was expecting the harsh scrape of teeth but there were only lips and tiny kisses, trailing from the hem of his collar and up his neck. Breath ghosted over Shaun's ear and his knees went weak, his breath hitched, his finger relaxed--
"Thanks for dropping the ward for me."
And then Desmond was gone in a rush of black wings and white fabric and Shaun was alone, leaning against the wall, his heart still racing, his mind still muddled with desire and confusion. he snapped out of his daze a second later, scrambling to reconnect with the wards and reinforce the walls, but it was too little, too late; all three demons were gone by now, not a trace of them in sight.