asscreedkinkmeme | Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5

I'm more than all right with Slash, and Connor/Haytham :)

They should really have a Badass Old Man party with Achilles. And spend it telling Connor infinite "In my day..." stories.

Oooh, not-OP would love for it to be in front of Bill somehow, but anything along these lines would be delicious!

It isn't Desmond who sacrifices his life to save the world, in the end.

It's William.

William and his son have one last moment together, before William decides to make the ultimate sacrifice in place of his son--whether Desmond wants him to or not.

For a few seconds, nothing happened and the silent needle of dread started to push itself into Connor's side. What if his father would just laugh and push him away and mock him in the way that always made Connor snarl and want nothing more than to punch that smug smile, the voice which promised nothing and everything at once would finally be muted and he could go on with his life, could forget this ever happened, could forget that he was doing this with his father--

“Your... effort is charming, Connor. Unpolished and completely ridiculous, coming from you but perhaps that is why I find it so delightful.”

Fingers were making their way through Connor's hair before stopping at his back and carefully kneading, massaging the tense skin there.

The words had not been gentle, had not been meant to be a soothing balm for the anxiety and yet they had pulled the needle out and discarded it to side, ready to be used whenever it would please Haytham.

But the simple acceptance of Connor's words made the Native breathe out through his nose, shoulders slumping slightly before he narrowed his eyes at the bulge in Haytham's pants. It was time to stop moping and move on to more pressing matters, a situation Connor had happily thrown himself into. And, if he was very honest with himself, very eagerly so.

With the fingers exerting control and comfort against his head, Connor returned to nuzzling his father's penis through his pants, mouthing against it before parting his lips slightly wider and angling his side to the head to press his open mouth against it. Without further ado, he started sucking lightly, eyes darting up to catch the stumble in Haytham's cool facade, in time to see the nostrils flare and his father suddenly holding very, very still. He clearly hadn't expected that.

If Connor's mouth hadn't been otherwise occupied, he would have smirked. Instead, he let his eyes flutter closed and sucked harder, pressing his tongue against clothed skin. It was intoxicating, knowing his father's erection was just beneath his mouth, his father was letting himself slip up, was allowing himself to be this vulnerable. Haytham technically earned very little by letting his son do this to him but the knowledge that he considered it worth it made Connor's stomach do a funny little flip-flop before the heat pooled in. He could feel his face growing hotter, feel the sweat begin to gather at his neck and his father's chuckle indicated that he had noticed it, too.

With a growl, Connor pulled back and started to work on the laces of Haytham's breeches. To his annoyance, he found his fingers too clumsy, too shaky to undo the laughably easy knot and a noise of frustrating escaped him. Stupid guards and their stupid poison.

Above him, Haytham tilted his head to the side and watched in amusement.

That bastard.

Fed up with his unsteady fingers, Connor decided to make short work of the laces and tugged at them until they tore. When he looked up at his father to see the amusement vanish and be replaced by irritation at the prospect of having to either buy a new pair of pants or new laces.

Served him right.

With renewed vigor, Connor yanked at the breeches, pulling them down just enough to reveal hot, red flesh surrounded by dark curls.

The picture suddenly reminded Connor that he had very little idea what he was actually doing. Yes, Haytham had done this to him briefly but all Connor could actually remember was heat and wetness and a tongue lapping at his skin and after that, things had gotten hazy. Very hazy, in fact.

This wasn't the time of looking at his father for guidance, Connor had been the one to offer this, he was the one who had sounded so sure of himself and admitting to not knowing what to do what simply ridiculous. And he was in no mood to swallow his pride.

Besides, he knew enough to keep Haytham happy until he could figure out how to do this. If his father's breathing was any indication, he was doing well enough for now.

Connor closed his eyes and took a deep breath before raising his hands and letting them roam, letting them explore his father's erection, listening to the hitches and muffled, barely controlled sighs to slowly learn the spots his father appreciated the most.

Then his lips started to follow his hands, starting at the base, first just pressing, then his tongue darted out to lick at the skin, the taste salty and weird but not unpleasant. He didn't bother looking back up to see if he was doing decently enough, the fingers suddenly digging into the back of his head were all the answer he needed.

“At the pace you're moving, boy, the maid is going to catch us both.”

It would have sounded far more intimidating if Haytham hadn't sounded as breathless as he did. There was a tremor in his voice that made Connor suddenly feel as if his own breeches were too small but he didn't have the time to move his hands down and pleasure himself nor was it part of his plan.

With a huff, Connor placed his hands back on Haytham's legs and pushed them slightly wider apart so he could scoot forward. The angle wasn't too different but he could fully sit up now, could pay more attention to the tip, to the spot which had Haytham's fingers dancing over his skulls, suddenly breathless and making noises that sounded far too hungry, far too impatient to have come from his father. Knowing that Connor had actually managed to get his father to make these noises felt satisfying.

The knowledge let Connor grow bolder and with a quick move, he had taken the tip of his father's cock into his mouth, pressing his tongue against the slit, the taste growing even saltier and bitterer. Curiosity got the better of him and he took more of it into his mouth, breathing steadily through his nose. His jaw was starting to protest about being kept in this position but Connor gleefully ignored the complaints and went further and further until he was trembling, pushing the limits. He didn't want to cross the line just yet so with a wet noise, he pulled back a little before allowing the steady press his his father's hands to guide him forward again.

It was not entirely comfortable and the noises were too loud in Connor's ears, too wet, too obscene but a glance up at his father showed that it was well worth it. Haytham had his eyes closed and eyebrows knitted together and he was biting down on his bottom lip to keep the noises escaping him to a minimum.

The sight made Connor even more determined to break his father's cool.

With a deliberately slow motion, Connor pulled back until only the tip was in his mouth and his hands had moved over to cover what skin his mouth didn't reach just yet.

And then he started to suck.

With a curse, Haytham let his head fall back, legs trembling and tensing and relaxing as if Haytham was keeping them from moving, from jerking, from letting the pleasure control him. Even with Haytham's head not in complete line of sight, Connor could tell that his cheeks were burning and hair was starting to cling to his brow, wet from the sweat and effort to stay still.

Connor's eagerness seemed to be pushing his at Haytham's self control.

Pleased with the discovery, the Assassin started to bob his head up and down, going further and further until he was removing his hands so he could taste more skin, take more of the cock into his mouth until he was pushing at the limit again and--

he remembered his father doing something with his mouth, making him groan and tremble and--

Connor squeezed his eyes shut and swallowed, taking Haytham in to the base.

Suddenly, his father was jerking and hunching over, fingers keeping him locked into place, digging into his skin and pulling at his hair as they clenched. There was a bitter taste flooding Connor's mouth and he couldn't breathe anymore--

Coughing, he pulled back and covered his mouth with a hand, ignoring the burn in his throat in favor of regaining the ability to breathe. Everything tasted bitter and he had to swallow a couple of times, resting his forehead against Haytham's thigh.

“Don't think for one second that this will get you out of running the errands for me, Connor.”

Even out of breath and red-cheeked and disheveled, Haytham still managed to sound in control of the situation. It was incredibly frustrating to see the man gather the pieces of his control so he could act as if he hadn't just come apart mere seconds ago.

Connor rolled his eyes and finally removed his hands from his mouth.

“We'll see about that, won't we?”

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And then I realized that I hadn't written smut in three years. I hope this is still decent enough for you, OP! Thanks to everyone who read this and commented. I hope you enjoyed it!

Gnnn, you had a whole paragraph of trouser-mouthing in there, and I very nearly exploded, thank you so so so much for including that!! *hugs anon* Not OP, but this was amazing!!

Gnnn, I don't know why I love that so much, I just dooooo!

"In your haste to save the world, boy, take care you do not destroy it."

Connor tried not to think of his mentor's words as he road off, leaving his Homestead far behind him. He tried to concentrate on the sound of his horse's hooves pounding against the weathered snow covered ground, and not his rapidly beating heart. Already he felt shame for what he had said to Achilles, although he had believed them to be true; they did not need to be so hurtful. The only thing that stopped him from turning around was the desire to reach George Washington.

He still wasn't sure how to explain the war between the Assassins and Templars. Perhaps his mentor was right by saying that the Commander-in-chief should remain in the dark. The very last thing Connor wanted was to plant seeds of doubt and paranoia when the man was already leading an army against the crown. The Templars would capitalized on that weakness and find some way to remove him from power and install Charles Lee in his place. Connor's stomach twisted at the very thought.

When he arrives at Valley Forge, the assassin cannot help but take in the cold atmosphere with dread. The Patriot soldiers look haggard and hopeless after standing around in ice and snow for the last several days. All across the camp, there were loud verbal complaints over the lack of rations and medical supplies. How had they run out so soon?

Frowning, the young assassin dismounted his horse and scanned the camp to single out Washington among the crowds of people. To his relief, the man he was searching for was present and visibly unharmed. As he made his way over, Connor ignored the soldiers who had to stop and stare at. Some of the men, much to Connor's surprise, actually saluted him as if he were a commanding officer; while others stood back and whispered among themselves.

'It's him again...'

'Is he here to fight with us?'

He managed to tune down the other voices while he approached Washington who was standing by himself facing the edge of a cliff. The assassin stopped in his tracks and frowned. After watching the man for so long, Connor could read his body language easily enough to know something was bothering him. Normally, the Commander-in-chief stood tall with his back straight and shoulders squared; but now his shoulders were slumped, and he was leaning forward so that he could stare at the snow covered wild life bellow.

"Commander."

Washington stiffened in surprise, before turning around to regard him.

"Connor."

The said assassin frowned as he studied the general. The vigilant front was gone and now the older man looked weary and worried. Something was definitely amiss. Had the Templars tried something?

"Has there been any word on Lee?"

Connor nearly regretted asking as he watched the general frown at him. Washington may not have known the history between his lover and rival; but he knew that Connor hated Charles Lee with a passion. After the botched execution he could care less about Charles; but Washington could not stand how Connor's obsession put himself in mortal danger and the young man would simply brush it off.

"No," Washington spoke finally. "My apologies, but I have been distracted."

"Tell me what has happened."

Sensing Washington disapproval, Connor slowly approached. They could not afford to show intimacy in public, there were eyes everywhere (some, the assassin knew, could belong to Templar spies); so all he could really do was stand next to the Continental Commander in a form of support. The gesture alone gave George Washington more confidence. Connor was one of the most capable men he has ever known, and continued to support him without question.

Together, standing side by side, they could accomplish anything.

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Haytham listened to his informant's brief report with disdain before sending the man off on his way. Not only was tracking down that traitorous bastard, Benjamin Church, a pain in the arse; but it seemed the Assassin had finally entered the fray. He should have expected Washington would have accepted the additional help; the wretched man certainly needed all he could get with his troops starving and shivering in the cold.

Still... Connor being there opened a window of opportunity. Although he was an Assassin who backed the fools who insisted on this revolution; his son was still a boy, still impressionable and naive. If he could get Connor under his control, well it would be a step forward from all the irreparable damage the child had done. There really wasn't anything to lose at this point. If Connor refused, then Haytham would end his existence just like Davenport's former pupils.

The Templar leader remained quiet as his sensitive hearing picked up the sound of approaching footsteps from outside. From his place above, he watched with narrowed eyes, as a familiar figure dressed in white and blue robes entered the abandoned church. The assassin stopped in the center, taking a brief look around shaking his head in disappointment.

Haytham pounced just as the boy's instincts kicked in as he turns around and put up his hands up in defense. Too late, though. He had the assassin pinned beneath him with one hand and his hidden blade out with the other. It would have been all too easy to just kill him right then and there; many of Haytham's past targets would plead and snivel but not this one it seemed.

"Father," Connor spoke calmly and without a hint of fear or even surprise. The grandmaster could not help but smile a little with pride. Such a brave child.

"Connor," he greeted conversationally, "any last words?"

"Wait."

"A poor choice..." He intended to knock the assassin out, but arms shot up quickly and pushed him away. Haytham regained his balance quickly and attempted to lunge forward again. Connor had predicted it and raised his lower body up to shove him away with his legs.

Haytham staggered back gracelessly which was enough time for his son to quickly jump to his feet. Well, so much for his plan to knock the boy unconscious so that he could be restrained during their conversation. Really, he should have expected that this would not go the way he wanted. Not with Connor and his talent for mucking them up his plans.

"Here to check up on Church?" the assassin asked while pointing an accusing finger at him. "See if he's stolen enough for your British Brothers?"

Haytham frowned as they circled like two angry alpha wolves.

"Benjamin Church is no brother of mine," he snapped. Once, long ago that would not have been true. The surgeon had been a close friend; but in the end had chosen personal gain over the Order. Haytham intended to make him pay for such a betrayal... just as he did with Edward Braddock. "...No more than the red coats or their idiot king."

Connor did not respond, only continued to frown at him with suspicion and distrust.

"I expected naïveté, but this...!" Haytham shook his head in dismay. "The Templars do not fight for the crown. We seek the same as you, boy. Freedom. Justice. Independence."

"But..."

"Hmm... but what?"

Then Connor goes off explaining his reasons for killing Haytham's brothers. In hindsight Haythan could understand, both Johnson and Pitcairn played the part as the villains in order to protect the greater good. Hickey, he had no remorse for. From the very beginning, the man was nothing more than a dog begging for scraps. Still, Hickey had always been a useful pawn who would have completed his objective if Connor hadn't put him down. But that was all in the past now.

Haytham would have liked to try and convince his stubborn offspring that Washington was a wretched leader and his death would have benefitted everyone. Except he knew it would be a wasted effort. Especially now that he knew their intimate little secret. Something inside of Haytham twisted unpleasantly at the memory.

"Look as much as I want to spat with you.. .Benjamin Church's mouth is as big as his ego. You clearly want the supplies he's stolen, I want him punished. Our interests are aligned."

Connor paused and stared back at him as if he already knew the answer to the question he was about to ask.

"What do you propose?"

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A/N: Okay, to everyone still reading this drabble series, I need you opinions. Do you think I should make this a Washington/Connor/Haytham triangle?

Connor, Haytham and other characters (probably Ziio and Achilles) on Maury show! Humour and insanity, please!

Assassin's Creed/Watch Dog crossover. Anything (gen, slash, drabble)

I'll take anything. Make it a big AU or not, I don't really care.
It could be slashy or not. I just want to see something with both of them since we need more of them on here, no?

Hmmm. On the one hand, that sounds like a massively appealing idea. On the other, this is the first fic in which I find myself actually shipping Connor with Washington, and I'm loathe to add Haytham to the mix, ship-wise.

So, I can see how it'd be good, but I'd really enjoy if it kept going as ConWash with ship-free Connor and Haytham.

This is my vote, in any case.

*giggles* Oooh Yes. I'm already laughing! Seconded

YESSSSSSSSSSS please!!! A triangle would be awesome! But maybe a platonic-fatherly protectiveness/possessiveness form Haytham's part would be great too, and more credible according to how you have managed Haytham's point of view so far.

Random anon votes for a triangle :D but whichever direction you choose, know that you'll have a loyal reading in me~

As a bisexual, I'm actually not very picky about that. It would be nice to see some more women in this meme, though I'm juuuuust fine with man!recruit. :3

oh man seconded!

Passerby!Anon votes triangle! Also votes threesome, if you're ever so inclined! :D

The only time Haytham allows himself to show Connor tenderness and affection and care is during sex.

Connor is really tired of Haytham's condescending assholish attitude, he's tired of his unflappable control, both in and out of bed. So he devises a wicked plan - make his dear father loose all semblance of control, make him beg for more, wanton, unguarded, all his walls torn down.

People - Templars and/or Assassins find out about their incestuous relationship. Bonus points for Achilles specifically finding out. Even more bonus points for Charles Lee finding out and being JEALOUS. :D

I agree with this.

There's a severe lack of Washington/Connor fic and you've done a great job with the pairing so far. Most the other AC3 fics are Haytham/Connor, so I'm not fond of including it in this one too. I'll probably keep reading anyway though.

After Ziio's death someone informs Haytham she perished and that he has a son. He takes the boy in, but trying to be his father is much easier said than done. Apart from Connor suffering from culture shock he is also deeply traumatized and distrustful and Haytham's caustic, snarky personality really doesn't help matters at all. However, I'd really like a happy ending this time around, with both of them warming up to the other and eventually becoming very close. Bonus points for Haytham tucking Connor in bed at some point and even telling him a story before he falls asleep.

Third anon agrees. Most fic with Connon has Haytham/Connor, and the incest thing squicks me, so it would be nice to have one that keeps it gen there. I'd probably still read it anyway though, cause I am loving this story a lot.

Modern day Connor loses his mum and is forced to move and go live with his father. Haytham is the same snarky arsehole as he's always been so obviously they don't get on and are constantly fighting. After one huge fight Connor decides he's had enough and runs of. He soon meets Desmond who is also on the run from his controlling family.

Take this where you will anons. After the sad endings they both had I just want to see some of Desmond and Connor teaming up and being awesome together.

This...was amazing. *_* Thanks so much anon!!

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