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Title:  Child's Play
Chapter 6
Rating NC 17 for this chapter, various for previous chapters
Fandoms: Assassin's Creed 2, 11th Doctor from Doctor Who
Pairings: Leonardo/Ezio, Shaun/Desmond
Warnings: Slash, silliness
I do not own any of these characters.

Summary: Leonardo da Vinci receives a visit from an old friend.

Should be read in order to make any sense.  Still might not help. Past Chapters: Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Feedback gratefully appreciated.


A/N: For those more familiar with DW, Assassin's Creed 2 features encryption that is more of a puzzle than the encryption as we think of it for computer passwords so please don't kill me.

For those more familiar with AC2, I request that you also please don't kill me.

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Desmond let himself wake slowly, luxuriating in the fact that his head didn’t hurt for the first time in days. And that he was the only one inside it was kind of a big plus.

It was when he tried to move that he discovered a new problem.

Fuck.

Every muscle, every joint ached. Like a truck had hit him, backed up and ran him over a few more times just to make sure. His body creaked worse than a rusty door hinge as he shoved himself to standing.

A quick glance around showed him to be alone. Damn, the Doctor’s ship was ridiculously huge on the inside, looking impossibly larger than it had in Ezio’s memory.

A loud rumble from his stomach made him glad there was no one around to witness it. God damn. He would have taken on a roomful of Templars armed only with a rusty spoon if they got between him and some food right now. Have some tetanus, Abstergo. A man’s got to eat.

Desmond shuddered to think on what might be going on outside the TARDIS doors. He made his way to the exit, stumbling suddenly to narrowly avoid a plate lying on the floor that most definitely had not been there the second before. He squatted to examine it in disbelief.

Roast beef thinly sliced and piled high made up the mouthwateringly beautiful sandwich he’d ever seen. His appetite roared even louder when he felt it was still warm to the touch. He prodded the top most layer with suspicion. A creamy, white sauce was slathered on top. An experimental sniff and a little lick later confirmed what he first thought; horseradish sauce with just the right amount of tang. Exactly how he liked it.

Creepy.

Yet delicious.

Desmond was already a quarter of the way through his sandwich before he noticed the sensation of being watched. He looked around, a solitary figure in this warm, welcoming space. “Umm, thanks?” he queried the room at large, barely comprehensible through his mouthful.

The center console seemed to brighten for the briefest of seconds before returning to its usual hue.

O-kay. He edged his way to the door and fled the TARDIS in haste.

The space around the Animus was flooded with people and voices. Jesus. It looked like an Assassins' Christmas party out there. Desmond hung back to watch, wolfing down his first real meal in far too long before trying to make himself presentable.

“I’ve taken Baby apart and put her back together again a thousand times!” he heard Rebecca shout. “There’s no fucking way the Animus has anything to do with time travel!”

“So sure of that, are you?” The Doctor churlishly crossed his arms across his chest. “This technology is not human in origin. Stolen from Those That Came Before perhaps?”

“Based on their designs, yes,” Lucy conceded. “But it simply creates a virtual reality. No time travel involved.”

“Clarence Dally- decent chap, fine bridge player too,” the Doctor began, as if she hadn’t spoken. “He worked as a glass blower in Thomas Edison’s workshop. Dealt with the fluoroscope on a daily basis, a whoseywhatsit that produced marvelously sharp xray images for the time. Would get these little sores on his hands. Thought he was simply getting electrical burns from the amount of current he was working with. Nothing to worry about.” His boyish face turned dark as night, sending a chill through them all. “Until the massive quantities of radiation he’d unknowingly received forced his physicians to amputate both of his arms.”

The lanky man draped himself across a chair in exhaustion, eyes still sharp and dangerous. “You have no idea what you’re dealing with. You’re children, toying with a loaded weapon.”

Lucy relented, looking nauseated. “I guess it would explain why the other subjects had… problems.”

Subjects?” Leaning forward, the Doctor pinned her to the spot with his glare. “How many subjects are we talking about?

“Desmond is the seventeenth,” Shaun offered softly.

What?” The word left the man like a gunshot. “You watched them go mad yet you kept strapping people in to that-“

The blonde threw up her hands in a bid to head off his building fury. “Look, now that we know what’s happening we can work on making the Animus safer. Abstergo is what you should be worrying about. They’re producing these on a mass scale. The Templars have a warehouse full of them, ready to go.”

“No!” The Doctor sprang to his feet, hands tearing at his temples. “No, no, no, no, no!”

“Uh oh.” Chewing at her lip, Amy tracked the pacing man in increasing alarm. “This can’t be good.”

“No, it is not good!” he thundered. “It is very much not good!” He grabbed a startled Lucy by the shoulders. “Tell me! How many do you think they had? All in one place? Ten? Twenty?”

She fought off her bafflement, trying to remember. “A hundred at least. Maybe more. Why would that make a difference?”

The man released her and spun on his heel, his words spilling from his mercurial tongue at a dizzying pace. “A single Animus causes a pinprick that’s shrugged off by the universe, yes? Put together a dozen holes in a single location and you’ve weakened the integrity of space/time. A hundred and you could tear through the barrier between this universe and the next like wet tissue paper. The power that would release would be cataclysmic, destroying everything and anything in its path!”

Ezio murmured, pale in his horror. “The world will burn.”

“Precisely!” The Doctor turned his face upward, hands clenched as he saw terrible things only he could see. “And not just this world. A rupture of that size can cascade out of control until every world, every star, every galaxy within a billion light years would be nothing but dust.”

“So.” Desmond felt all eyes on him as he finally made his presence known. “How do we stop them?”

Shaun was at his side, scanning his face in dazed amazement. “You’re okay!”

“I’m fine,” he said, not able to fully mask his pleasure at the greeting. “Thanks for everything.” Was… was that a blush?

He felt a hand pat him on the back and the moment was gone.

“Ah, Desmond, my good man!” the Doctor said cheerfully as if he hadn’t just announced the destruction of the universe. “Good to see you up and about! Now tell me what you can about these Abstergo people. They sound fascinating.”

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They assembled around a rough sketch of Abstergo’s headquarters that Leonardo generated from their descriptions.

The Doctor ran his hands over the penciled layout. “All the little Animi should be centrally connected in some way, yes? I can whip up something to feed them a temporal inharmoic sequence that would fry their computerized brains but doing them individually would take too much time.”

“Yes, but Abstergo uses a physical key to allow users access to their mainframe. You’ll need one of those,” Lucy said, pursing her lips in frustration.

"That shouldn’t be too hard with the TARDIS, right?” Desmond asked. "Just have her appear inside and give me ten minutes. I'll get you your key."

Everyone's attention turned on Amy at her explosive half snort.

"Sorry! Sorry!" She fanned herself, turning bright red as she tried to contain her laughter. “I think I’ve spotted a small flaw in your plan. But please! Do go on!”

"The TARDIS is a little finicky about short hops," the Doctor explained with the deepest of scowls. "I'm afraid it's just not her style.” He pointedly refused to look at his companion as another snort escaped her. “Besides, she has a heavy vortical foot print. Her proximity might precipitate the explosion if the Templars manage to activate enough of their machines at the same time."

“I will get you into this place,” Ezio said heavily, leaning back in his chair. “But is wiping out this location enough? What is to stop them from simply rebuilding all that you destroy?”

“He’s right.” Rebecca chewed on her thumbnail. “They’ll just be up and running again in a few weeks.”

“Besides the Animus, we know that Abstergo is involved in some seriously fucked up shit,” mused Desmond. “Why don’t we dig around for some dirt while we’re in there? Find something bigger than the New Floride experiment they’re already being investigated for. Something that will shut them down for good.”

“That might be next to impossible.”

All eyes turned on Shaun.

“The Assassins' have been trying to get at that sort of information for a while,” he said, turning his computer monitor in their direction as he clicked through a few files. “What you'd be looking for isn't networked outside the building, so you'd have to get a copy while you were in their headquarters. Aside from that it's buried under layers of this crazy sort of encryption where the key changes every fifteen minutes.” He waved a hand as a vast sea of letters and numbers blasted across his screen. “From the examples I've been sent, the fastest I’ve been able to decode it is a little under thirty and that’s on a good day.”

Lucy directed a slack jawed stare at Shaun and he returned her look with an annoyed quirk of the eyebrow that Desmond was pleased to see directed at someone other than him for a change. “What? You think I sit on my arse all day waiting for you lot to give me something to do? You’re not the only ones who need my help.”

“Is this it? The encryption that you mentioned?” Leonardo asked, the image on the screen attracting him like a moth to a flame.

“Yes,” Shaun sighed. “This one’s giving me a bit of trouble but-“

The Englishman did not take well to the “shh” he was given.

“Do you not see the pattern?” the artist asked softly, head canted to one side. “Think of the symbols as shapes rather than letters. Here. Here. And here.” Long fingers danced over the screen. “See how they group together.”

"What? I know you're Leonardo da Vinci and all but there is simply no way you-" Shaun blinked owlishly for a moment before leaning forward in fascination. "Bloody hell!"

Leonardo was oblivious to Shaun's amazement, instead picking up the computer's mouse to turn it over and over in his hands. "You might say I have some experience with things of this nature." The Italian frowned in puzzlement, giving the mouse a tiny shake as he held it to his ear.

Shaun made a strangled noise of exasperation and plucked the mouse from the artist's grasp. Back in his possession, Shaun clicked through, pulling up new windows on the monitor. "Do that again!" he demanded.

The Doctor came forward to watch the process, a small smile beginning to sprout on his face.

"This one," the artist said, pointing to the upper right. "The basis is more mathematical, I think."

Shaun's eyes flitted over the screen in fascination. "Yes! Continuous functions with a continuous inverse! But that's from a branch of mathematics that wasn't discovered until two hundred years after your... your..." He faltered as he met Leonardo's curious gaze. "After your birth. Two hundred years after your birth," he finished with a flush.

"Well done, gentlemen!" the Doctor crowed. "I believe we are almost ready! Messer da Vinci!” He reached into his breast pocket, extracting a small cylindrical object that looked like a bulky, light up pen. “I need a sketch, if you please. I’ll give you ten minutes with this-“

“Twenty,” the artist countered, blue eyes sparkling in their eagerness.

“Fifteen! And no disassembling it, please! It took far too long to put it back together the last time I let you get your hands on it.”

Leonardo caught the sonic screwdriver tossed to him easily, a hint of the devil in his smile. “Bene! You will have your sketch.”

Amy sat up a little straighter. “So what’s the actual plan?”

"Simple. We're going to give the Templars what they want.”

The room was filled with confusion as the Doctor began his dance.

“You two fine, upstanding individuals-" He gestured to Ezio and Desmond, who looked to each other for a second before focusing on the lanky man once more. "Will assist me in a little Animus vandalism."

Twin smirks wiped out centuries of difference between the two.

"You need to work on your Animus," the Doctor said, turning to Lucy and Rebecca. “The inharmonic I'm going to use may stay localized but it might be strong enough to zap your machine from a distance as well. Besides-” He loomed over the two women. “If you don't figure out your little shielding problem, I'll make sure your 'baby' won't be around for much longer in any case.”

The women shared a look of trepidation and shot to their feet, grabbing tools and parts as fast as they could.

“Pond, you're going to help these two brilliant lads find some appropriate clothing!” the Doctor said, clapping a hand on the shoulders of the two men still fussing over patterns on Shaun's computer screen.

“What?” Shaun twisted in his chair, only now processing what the Doctor had said. “Why?”

Leonardo watched the exchange with interest.

“Hmm? Oh!” The Doctor was already heading back to the TARDIS, waving his hand over his shoulder as if the explanation should have been obvious. “While we're off causing a little mayhem, Amy will help you two dig up what we need from their headquarters to put the final nail in the Templars' coffin!”

“No fucking way!” Desmond exploded.

The Doctor's limbs went everywhere as the outburst made him abruptly reverse course.

“They should stay here!” Desmond continued, missing the heated anger Shaun shot at his back. “There's got to be something else we can do!”

Saying nothing, Ezio simply looked to Leonardo with a touch of sadness.

“I am admittedly not a brave man,” the artist said softly, his words meant for one and one alone. “But I will do what needs to be done.”

Ezio nodded slowly in acceptance, lips set in a grim line.

Desmond looked around frantically for agreement from anyone. He turned to Shaun, but the Englishman refused to look at him, his manner as cold and condescending as the day they first met.

“You don't speak for me, Miles,” Shaun said with a sneer. “I'm in.”

The Doctor clapped his hands in delight. “Excellent! Let's get to work, shall we?”
-----
This delight was to be short lived, however.

"This is the fourth outfit you've made him put on. Leonardo da Vinci is not your personal dress up doll!" the Doctor hissed as he trailed behind Amy in the TARDIS dressing rooms.

She stuck her tongue out at him. "Says you. He doesn't seem to mind." She turned to admire her handiwork with an appreciative smirk. “Ooo. I like this one.”

Leonardo had emerged from behind the dressing curtain, cutting a dashing figure in the sharp business suit she had picked out for him. The fit was perfect, seemingly made for him and perhaps at some point it had been.

“Oy! C'mere!” she yelled, cheerfully summoning the greatest mind of the Italian Renaissance as if he were a puppy. “Let me help you with that!”

"Simply amazing!" the artist exhorted, examining the cuff of his sleeve as she did up his necktie. "This stitching is so fine, so consistently precise. You say this is done mechanically?"

Amy directed a smug eyebrow over her shoulder. "And he seems to like my work."

The Doctor followed the nod of her head to the sight of a dazzled Ezio.

Sprawled carelessly on the floor, Ezio was frozen mid-bite with a peach in hand from the moment he caught sight of this newly attired Leonardo. He rose with a feline grace, obvious desire on his face making it clear that his appreciation had nothing whatsoever to do with the suit's construction.

The two men locked eyes as Ezio offered the peach to the artist, who took a delicate bite from the fruit in the assassin's hand without looking away.

“I.. uh..” the Doctor stammered, backing up slowly. “Th... think we should be going.” The kiss that followed only confirmed his suspicions. “Pond! We're leaving.” He prodded her with his elbow but she didn't budge. “Leave! Now!'

“Don't mess up that suit!” Amy hollered in the direction of the two occupied men as the Doctor forcibly dragged her behind him to beat a hasty retreat.

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Desmond had been fruitlessly searching for Shaun for the better part of thirty minutes. What the fuck happened? The Englishman had stormed off in a huff, not even taking the time to deliver anything even remotely sarcastic.

That must have meant that Desmond had stepped in it but good.

He had to find him. Had to say something to Shaun if they were going to go on this insane mission. How was any of what they were doing right now supposed to help them get into Abstergo? He headed down the corridor, planning on checking the Englishman's bedroom for the third time.

The sight that greeted him caught him flatfooted. He had no idea why the Doctor wanted Shaun dressed this way but the clean line of the man in the slick suit made Desmond go -

“Goddamn.” Jesus. He was a moron.

"What?" Shaun finally acknowledged his gawking self and promptly turned back to the dressing mirror in irritation."Can't stand the thought of me stealing your thunder?"

Desmond let out a puff of frustration, more annoyed at himself for letting things get so out of hand more than anything else. “No.”

The historian fussed with the knot of his tie with more violence than was necessary. “Don't think I can hack it then? You’re not the only one who knows how to fight. I am an assassin after all. Learned the old fashioned way, too. No sponging off my ancestors like some people, just hard work and practice. Maybe you’d forgotten whilst you were having your little nap.”

God damn it the urge to pop the asshole across the jaw was rising. “No, I know you can take care of yoursel-”

Shaun stepped up, toe to toe, angrier than Desmond had ever seen him. “Or did you come to gloat? Rub everything I’ve ever wanted in my face- you got to visit the past, fuck, it’s even worse because it wasn’t some virtual reality, you were actually there even if it was just to watch and now, now you’re going to run off with the Doctor and you act like me helping in some miniscule way is too much for your precious ego -“

Wrapping a hand around the man’s tie, Desmond cut off the rant by dragging Shaun closer with a not-so-gentle tug. “Maybe it’s because I don’t want you to get hurt, jackass.”

Must have lost his damn mind, but Desmond couldn’t resist, had to give in to weeks of frustration on the mouth hanging half open in shock. The kiss lasted a painfully awkward eternity that in actuality was only a few seconds, Shaun completely rigid and unresponsive.

Desmond let him go, staring at the ceiling, the light fixture, the crappy paintjob, anything but the man himself. “Shit, I… god,” he babbled. “Let’s just forget I… that was-”

He wasn’t at all surprised when he was shoved backwards into the wall by two great fistfuls of his t-shirt. Shaun was red faced, glaring at him over the top of his glasses. “What are you playing at, Miles? Need a laugh at my expense?”

“No game.” He tried to smile but his face collapsed inwards into misery. “Just plain old dumb.”

He didn’t fight the heel of Shaun’s palm catching him under the chin, forcing his head painfully to one side. Something was coming, he knew. A shot to the gut. A knee to the junk. You deserve everything you get, dumbass.

Pretty much the last thing he expected was a tongue tracing the outline of his adam’s apple.

The moan that escaped him was long and low.

“You fucking bastard,” Shaun hissed, damn near clawing at Desmond’s neck, as that tongue continued to lave along the curve of it.

Too awash in hope and sensation, Desmond’s hands roamed over the other man’s back, unsure of what more to do with them.

“Miles-“

The edge of his t-shirt was shoved up past his collar bone and Desmond bit off a shout to arch up into the teeth tugging at his nipple. His cock sprang to life, painfully hard, painfully fast, demanding more.

“Your timing-“

Frantically blinking as the contact suddenly vanished, Desmond was all of a sudden bucking against Shaun mouthing him through his jeans. “Fuck!”

“-is abysmal.”

Desmond threaded his fingers through spiky hair, suspecting he had a 50:50 chance of it being encouraging or simply pissing the guy off. Lips traced the length of him, teasing pressure that felt- “Ffff- fuck!”

Then it was gone.

They stared at each other, disheveled and panting like they’d just finished sprinting a quarter mile.

Shaun rose to his feet, turning back to the dressing mirror to readjust his tie as if he hadn’t just been trying to eat Desmond alive. “Wipe that smile off your face, idiot,” he said, the crack in his voice betraying the cool, calm exterior. “There's still work to be done.”

Date: 2010-10-07 05:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] lyntek.livejournal.com
Ezio. With a peach. And Leo biting into it.

(spontaneously combusts)

Yet another lovely read, Shaun and Leonardo teaming up is love, and Amy turning Leo into a dress-up doll is saldhfkashf ♥ ♥ ♥

Date: 2010-10-07 11:49 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alexb49.livejournal.com
I like the idea of them feeding each other a whole lot if you couldn't tell. Also Leonardo in a suit.

Thanks so much. If you like Shaun and Leonardo here, I think you might enjoy what I have planned next.

Date: 2010-10-07 06:40 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] icesamzero.livejournal.com
EEEEEEEEowait. This.

Desmond threaded his fingers through spiky hair, suspecting he had a 50:50 chance of it being encouraging or simply pissing the guy off. Lips traced the length of him, teasing pressure that felt- “Ffff- fuck!”

I can *hear* Desmond. Gyeah. Also fone fail. Feedie better later keyboard EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

Date: 2010-10-07 12:08 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alexb49.livejournal.com
Heh. I would love constructive criticism for this chapter because so far I've gotten stuff that seems mostly a matter of differing opinion on a character and a personal preference to me rather than a flaw. Thanks so much.

Date: 2010-10-07 03:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] icesamzero.livejournal.com
There was one minor thing that caught my eye: Saying nothing, Ezio simply looking should be looked, I think, but major fone fail still as this is like third attempt to post silly little nitpick and fight autocorrection aaaaagghh. That moment to which I refer, btw? Loved it.

Date: 2010-10-07 03:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alexb49.livejournal.com
Crap! I read this over and over and I still miss stuff. Thanks for that. Feel free to point out anything else big or small. I'm happy to debate stuff too

Date: 2010-10-07 12:07 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] valeithel.livejournal.com
Mmm.... Suits... :q I love the way the Doctor freaks out the girls, I don't know why but I like it A LOT!

Date: 2010-10-07 12:13 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alexb49.livejournal.com
Yes. I like suits too. Very, very much so.

Thanks!

Date: 2010-10-11 10:41 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] assassin-lucy.livejournal.com
Amy dressing up Leo. Leo and Ezio with a peach. The Doctors reaction to all of the above. It's brilliant! Fantastic!

Date: 2010-10-11 01:03 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alexb49.livejournal.com
Thanks so much! I thought people might like that part...

Date: 2010-10-13 01:14 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alexb49.livejournal.com
I have a thing for business attire. And guys feeding each other. But I swear I didn't just come up with this story to put Leonardo in a suit. That might have been about 15% of the reason but not all of the reason... I'll admit the next chapter is most of the reason and it doesn't really involve my kinks. That much.

Date: 2010-10-13 03:04 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] icesamzero.livejournal.com
Hey, Leo in the suit is sheer eye-candy bonus, I totally get that. Guys feeding each other in suits is double bonus. Bonii. Crazy looking forward to the next chapter for the following reasons, in ascending order of importanceness:

A) ShaunDes SEX
2) Leo Suit
d) THE PLOT HAPPENS BITCHES

Or thickens, as it were. And of course the ShaunDes can happen or not happen at any time now, and the tension is all the sweeter for it. The porn, whilst AWSUM is second(ish) to the plot, because I've never seen Dr Who as stated, but you've got me because I wanna see so badly where this goes. I love the way the world burning is linked to the Animiiuseses and and and the TARDIS and and sammiches and and and and. I'm essited.

Date: 2010-10-13 03:27 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alexb49.livejournal.com
Oh, the plot happens all right. The smexing won't happen till later but stuff? Whole lots of other stuff happens. I just have to make it all make sense.

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