Fuck for Fun

Feet pounded against the concrete as a white hooded figure dashed down one alleyway away from the rumbling tanks that occupied most of the area. Pressing his back against the crumbling building behind him, Desmond made certain that he wasn’t being followed since there was a good chance that more than just Templars were wanting him dead now. He could still remember everything that happened in that vault, the feel of the blade meeting no resistance as it sunk into her body, the warmth of her blood as it seeped out from the wound onto his own clothing, the look of shock and horror in those bright blue eyes as he watched the life flicker from her eyes. He couldn’t control his body as it happen, as if he was watching himself do such a thing. Shaun and Becca saw the whole thing and all Desmond could even think of doing was run at that moment. The assassin wanted to be there to at least try to help Lucy or at the very least to help to bury her, but he didn’t want to face Shaun and Becca, didn’t want to be blamed for what had happened to Lucy.

The sound of a low flying helicopter caught his attention, blade out as he waited in fear that someone would catch him and possibly kill him. As the helicopter passed over and ignored him, Desmond heaved a sigh of relief and tugged his hood down over his face more so that he could protect his identity from the military and other people that were around. He hated being on the run, but it wasn’t like he wasn’t used to it since he had been on the run ever since he was sixteen and ran away from the compound. Every little sound made the assassin jump in fear that he’d be caught, The Apple safely tucked away in his backpack from the vault. After another hour of running and climbing through the rubble of a demolished building, the assassin took a small break, tossing his bag down beside himself as he sat amongst the remnants of someone’s old office, the previous occupant’s charred remains laying upon the floor. He did his best to ignore the corpse so close by and just tried his best to close his eyes and get a small bit of rest without fearing for his life.

In all honesty, he didn’t know how long he had been allowed to sleep, but Desmond awoke to a heavy weight that held down his body. Brown eyes snapped open with Desmond more than ready to fight off whatever was pinning him down when he saw those bright blue eyes starting back at him. He was about to exclaim how happy he was to see Lucy, but quickly noticed that those familiar eyes did not belong to the blonde but a man that appeared to be close to his own age. Dark brown hair hung a little bit around those aforementioned blue eyes, but was mostly covered by a grey hood. His body was dressed in plain and basic jeans like his own from what Desmond could see, a white button down shirt that was mostly covered by the grey hoodie and the black leather jacket. The other man sat back on Desmond’s hips, watching him with an almost predatory glint in his eyes; at least until the assassin felt lips connected to his own. Hands roamed over his body, slipping under the white hoodie and black t-shirt he wore underneath. Calloused fingers drifted over his nipples, an involuntary moan slipped past that was quickly muffled in the kiss. By the time they had broken apart for breath, Desmond’s shirt and hoodie were hiked up past his nipples, the other individual licking his lips at the sight laid out before him.
“I come out of hiding to get something to eat and I happen to be lucky enough to catch something like you.” Desmond heard a distinct purr from the other man and had to wonder about what was going on.

The other man climbed off of the assassin’s lap, releasing Desmond or so he though before black and red ropey viral tendrils held him down on the ground, tightening as he struggled to get away. Brown eyes looked over the tentacles and quickly surmised that they were attached somehow to the man who was still hovering around him. A smaller tentacle trailed over his lisp, earning a grunt and snap of teeth from Desmond before it figured a way to shove itself into his mouth and slither most of the way down his throat which caused him to gag a bit as he glared up at the other individual. “Well I just realized that we haven’t introduced ourselves, I’m so sorry, I’m Alex and judging from your driver’s license, you must be Desmond.” Alex purred while he held out Desmond’s opened backpack and wallet. He grinned until a shine caught his eye and he rummaged around to withdraw a glowing golden orb from the confines of the bag. “I don’t really know what this is, but you’ll have plenty of time to tell me later when I don’t feel like fucking your brains out.” Tossing the bag and it’s contents aside, Alex slithered back over to where Desmond lay, his viral tendrils already making quick work of removing the assassin’s jeans and restraining his legs whenever he seemed to feel it necessary to kick out as an attempt to escape. As Alex moved in closer, his clothing seemed to practically melt away from his body, leaving skin touching skin as Alex climbed back on top of Desmond. The assassin could feel the other man’s warm breath against his neck and it was suddenly a fact that Desmond couldn’t remember the last he had been this close to someone; well, there was Jason, but that was well over a year ago and since then he hadn’t really had any chances to even masturbate let alone find someone to fuck. In all truth his need to fuck something at the current was far stronger than his need to run and survive, but it wasn’t like he could exactly run either.

Those lips against his neck made him moan even with the tentacle still in his mouth, Desmond still not even fully able to comprehend what this Alex guy even was in actuality because he knew for a fact that humans didn’t have tentacles, but humans also didn’t normally have their bodies controlled by ancient beings that have long been extinct and have them murder people they care about. Hands were once more roaming his half-naked body as smaller tendrils of ebony and crimson gently stroked and fondled his limbs and sensitive skin. The assassin arched into the touches, still moaning against the tentacle that wriggled within his mouth; Alex pressed kisses to all of the exposed flesh that he came across, enjoying those muffled cries for more. As he made his way down to Desmond’s half-hard cock, a grin split his lips while his tongue became forked almost like a snake’s and began rubbing along the sensitive flesh to elicit a gasp of pleasure from the assassin. His one hand cupped at Desmond’s balls, gentle rubs and fondles as blue eyes watched him grow harder and harder to his ministrations; his own dick was aching as he listened to the whimpers and moans, watching the assassin suckle at the tentacle as though it were someone’s member. Alex slid his tongue away and ceased his touches as he had his viral tendrils heft up Desmond by the hips and allow him to slowly ease himself in; an advantage to manipulating one’s body on a cellular level meant that he could slim his penis down enough so that it felt like nothing when entering someone else and then gradually increase his girth for more pleasure. When he was seated within the assassin, he began increasing his girth, forcing more moans from Desmond’s mouth as the tentacle removed itself from that sweet mouth. Alex pulled out slightly from that tight and pert ass before thrusting back into him, a moan hitting the air while the tentacles drew the assassin into a sitting position while Alex attacked his lips and throat with nips and kisses.

Their pace was hard and fast, no love or affection in any of their movements while Alex stroked Desmond’s erection, their lips locked together in a hungry kiss for more and more as Alex pistoned his hips into Desmond. They were both reaching their climaxes fast, Desmond going first as semen spattered against their stomachs and chest, ending as a dribble down the virus’ hand. The tightened spasms of the assassin’s ass forced a moan from Alex as he gave a few more thrusts with his own sperm shooting deep into the other man’s body, the milky fluid even seeping from the assassin’s ass as Alex’s cock softened and slid from his body. Desmond collapsed from the strain against the tentacles that still held him up, Alex certainly enjoying himself as his clothing slid back onto his body. He thought for a moment before nodding and redressing the assassin, his tentacles still holding onto him while the virus grabbed Desmond’s discarded bag and rushed off back to his current safe house with the unconscious prize of the day.