Yeah, I'm sure of the game, Washington would have liked to trade his whole army for like... ten Connors to win the war, and then later have a harem

You made me laugh so much with this, anon, you don't even know.

Totally agree with you about Connor and Desmond though.

And, of course, a great chapter. So much tension and nail-biting. I'm just dying to see their first reaction to having found Connor. Though they haven't really found him, as much as the other way around, but still... ~~why do I hope Charles is not as mad as he ought to be, damn~~

//squee//

Did I mention that this was perfection?

//melts into a happy puddle//

So much <3. Who knew Charles Lee was such a romantic? :D

Um...Honeymoon is other a! a's purview. But if I find something drool worthy, I'll ask. :)

Might do a series of one-shots at some point of Connor/Charles throughout the years. Bound to be some very evil pervy Charles in there. :D Will have to be after the planned First Word/Master of the House crossover though.

Other writer!anon here, and I am totally looking forward to seeing more pervy!Charles and how "creative" he can be.

But if I find something drool worthy, I'll ask

Oh anon, as if I would ever say "no" ... a part of me is dying to know what was racing through Charles' head during Connor's heat. Other than the need to order more Viagra tea LOL

Heh, well AC3 has so many glitches that I've seen lots of NPCs replicate... all except Connor. Damn it game, I want my harem :P

Heh, glad you liked... Connor and Charles certainly do. Charles probably had a lot to say the Omega he drove away and thought he would never see again, probably believing Connor ran off with the Assassins or found another Alpha... but all the words just suddenly left him.

I agree with the anon above. This was so awesome and perfect, I don't even... I real emotional roll-coaster. /pats Charles on the back/ Lovely to see you in such a romantic mood hahaha

I'll bet. Charles is so silver-tongued in most matters...with a tongue of lead with Connor. ROFL!

:D

Oh yeah, looks like personal issues are resolving, so will probably start First Word/MOtH crossover in a day or two.

...damn it anon. :O

Okay, the crossover is going to get delayed. Next one-shot: Charles during Connor's heat.

hehe

LOL! Also glad to hear everything has worked out for you /eagerly awaits more eye-candy/

Thanks, anon :) Well Charles has been going through Connor withdrawal so he really couldn't help himself.

A/N: I'm not sure what happened, I had this really sappy conversation set up for Charles and Connor's reunion and... and... well this happened...

For a moment he went completely rigid as the Alpha's mouth devoured his own. A warm tongue pushed passed his stunned lips, tasting and exploring his moist cavern. Once that hot and wet appendage swept over the roof of his mouth, Connor moaned, his arms winding around the Commander's neck.

He began to respond, clumsily at first, letting his own tongue almost twine around the invading one. The Omega suckled upon, reveled in the groan in drew from his partner Eventually, He felt he had majorly improved after several minutes of long passionate kisses flew by, as his Alpha growled, demanding more... more...more!

The break for air was a short one, Connor was only allowed a few gulps of air, but lost all of it when a heavy body pushed him backwards until they fell together upon the bed. Vertigo overcame him for a minute, as a blessed hand removed the cravat that had been softly constricting around his throat, allowing him to breath more evenly.

Those hungry lips returned, claiming his mouth once more before trailing down, planting biting kisses across the exposed and heated skin. He shivered as tongue gently ran back up the length of his neck, and swept across his already kiss swollen lips. The Omega arched up against the larger body that pinned him, his trembling arms trying to free himself out of his own restricting long coat and the suffocating layers he wear beneath it.

His Alpha reluctantly sat up, straddling his waist, but was eager to assist. Gloved hands swatted his own away from the waistcoat he was about to rip off. The Omega could not help but pout even if he understood how annoying it would be to collect all the buttons and have them sewn back on. Large fingers painstakingly unfastened the waistcoat and the shirt underneath. Finally, with a sigh of relief, Connor was free to shrug the layers off his shoulders and allowed his overheated skin to breathe in the cool air.

Once the Omega was free to move, his hands move on their own accord, nimble fingers start to unfasten the large buttons upon the Commander's coat. He fumbles a little with the last set, as the demanding mouth that is marking his neck and shoulders proves to be distracting. The Wolf growls a in impatience as he nips at the sensitive lobe of his mate's ear, before whispering huskily into it.

"I want to feel you inside of me."

The larger frame against him went completely still, and that mouth that was suckling his neck fell open in shock. For a long moment, Charles did not move and if he had not been so close beside him, the Omega could have sworn he stopped breathing.

Connor laved at the rim of the ear, nibbling on the same lobe once again.

"Please," he breathed against it while his hands went to work of spreading that uniform coat open. "You have no idea - none whatsoever - how much I want this. I want you. Even... even if you no longer wish to make me your lawfully wedded wife."

It hurt to admit that, but it was true. If Charles only desired to bed him without any intention of asking for his hand in marriage, then Connor would allow it. He would consume herbs that would prevent him from bearing the children he desired, and he would accept the scorn from society as well as his loved ones if they were to ever learn of it.

"I want to you to take me. " He pressed a kiss against the exposed throat and felt its pulse quicken, "drive me into this bed and make me yours."

Had it been a year ago, when their relationship was new blossoming, Connor would have been mortified by making such a request. However that lengthy separation, the loneliness, and all those fevered dreams of doing this with Charles, had effected the Omega. In his heated fantasies, he imagined his Alpha stripping off his clothes and teasing him, goading him to voice out his desires. Sometimes driving him say such things that would make even Thomas Hickey blush.

A deep predatory growl reverberated across his skin, making him tremble with desire. That ravenous mouth was upon his again, bruising both their lips when the locked in a desperate kiss. Their hands moved together, divesting the layers of clothes. There was even the sound of cloth being ripped, but neither of them cared. Soon, all manner of clothing was banished from the bed, until they lay completely nude with their limbs locked together.

His body arched again the molten hot kisses and bites trailed down his chest. A questing tongue swirled over each nipple, lapping and nibbling until they became stiff. He gasped at the sensation as his fingers tangled in Charles' hair. Also... the pebbled nubs weren't the only part of his body that was getting hard and erect.

A hand, now gloveless, stroked down his inner thigh and curled around his sex. He cried out, feeling both his face and cock flush with heat. A thumb began stroking the head of his erection, pushing teasingly upon the weeping slit.

"You really do want me," he heard Charles speak for the first time and it made his breath hitch in his throat. Lust filled amber-brown eyes met with blue ones that were no longer frigidly cold, but just the opposite. He nodded his head in affirmation, hips thrusting against the hand that began to stroke him in earnest.

Soft lips were upon his once more, nibbling upon his lower one. He jerked his hips again, whimpering against the intense friction when Charles adjusted his grip and was now pumping both their arousals in time. The smell of musk permeates the air, serenading all of the hunter's senses, as he bucks and writhes beneath his Alpha.

A large hand gently pressed against his abdomen, holding him down as it strokes it's way up, mapping his chest, tweaking a pebbled nipple, before resting against his jaw. Connor blinks in confusion as all movement abruptly comes to a halt. Charles is no longer kissing him or making any attempt to bring them to completion. Instead those pale blue eyes gaze upon him with ravenous desire while lighting pressing fingertips against Connor's lower lip.

Awareness dawns quickly, and the Omega knows what his lover wants him to do before he can even speak. Without breaking eye contact, he opens his mouth, letting his tongue reach out and slowly tease the tip of Charles' index finger. The Commander watches transfixed as he closes his lips around the digit, taking it knuckle deep into mouth.

He takes his time laving at the captured finger, stroking all sides of it with his tongue. The larger body above him shudders, and he can feel the cock against his own become hot and heavy within Charles' grasp. Connor opens his mouth again, and takes the second finger along with the first, giving it the same attention as he closes his eyes and moans around them.

Charles makes a growling noise against his ear as he pulls his fingers free. "I am going to fuck you," the completely undone Alpha snarly lowly against his throat, "so hard that you forget your name."

The Omega shivers in desire, while his lips twist into a teasing smirk. "Which one?"

Blue eyes narrow in fury.

"All of them!"

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//melts//

Anon is now a puddle of goo with eyes.

Wow, that was so delicious.

//is mindless//

Wow, wow, wow.

And Haytham is going to kill Charles.

Expect it in a day or so. :)

Heh, in this universe there's pervy!Charles and pervy!Connor... who unfortunately just hung out with Hickey too much. I do hope the next part lives up to the foreplay.

And Haytham is going to kill Charles.

Heh, Haytham is definitely not going to be pleased especially with Connor being fine with just being 'friends with benefits' ... not that Charles will let that happen.

I can just imagine his look if Connor ever got pregnant without being married first. :D

LOL... I would expect he'd have the murderous expression he had when beating Church's face to a pulp.

http://images4.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20130103224124/assassinscreed/images/b/b2/ACIII-Bitterend_10.png

Except instead of Church it would be Charles, and there would be a shotgun wedding alright. With actual shotguns... or a firing squad.

OP here! I haven't kept up on the kinkmeme and only just saw the fill.

Love it! Thank you so much!!! <3

Holy fucking shit. Pervy!Connor... teasing!Connor... Connor not just lying there and taking it but ripping clothes and talking dirty... yessssss

This scores so high in my book. And you really got me with the surprise element since I didn't expect such a development at all. Which is not to say I don't understand it, 'cause I feel Connor's ~~and Charles~~ pain of separation and loneliness - an Omega has his urges, for heaven's sake.

Since I already jumped that train: how did Connor handle his heat moments while in wilderness? Did he go into heat at all?

/sets up a camp and waits patiently/

//drool// What an absolutely hilarious scenario!

Methinks Charles will not need much persuading to wed Connor. :D

Yeah, I kind of surprised myself with pervy!Connor here. But then again, the attraction isn't one-sided in their relationship. Connor just hasn't full been able to admit it to himself. Also, I've been trying to make him different than canon!Connor who wasn't raised among his people and isn't (quite so) naive. Also, he spent a lot of time ~~babysitting drunk~~how did Connor handle his heat moments while in wilderness? Did he go into heat at all?

Yeap. When he was training for two years, Connor was probably to take refuge in some town's inn (and unknowingly under the supervision of his father's men).

However, the ten months living a life as a wanted man, he got really lucky... probably found all those hidden spaces out on the frontier (you know those caves that held those Peg Leg trinkets) to hide in, or looked after by the frontiersmen Omegas, or just had to tough it out by himself without making too much noise to alert predators and the patrolling Patriots and Redcoats in the area.

capatcha: What is Charles' name?

Capatcha really loves Charles

Eh... formatting woes. I meant babysitting drunk Hickey up there and meant to italicize your question.

A/N: Sorry for the porn rush, have to clean up for relatives coming over

When the first questing finger, liberally coated with saliva and pre-ejaculate, breaches his body, Connor jerks in pain. However, it isn't a pain caused by his present predicament, but rather the past. Always, from the past... with the cages and those monstrous Alphas that Washington had practically handed him to.

Despite his wishes, his body tenses, causing the gentle preparation to hurt more than it should. He bites down hard upon his lower lip, trying to banish the horrid memories that he so desperately tried to forget. He starts to tremble, and suppresses a low whine in his throat.

Why? He wondered desperately as he sucks in breath through tightly clenched teeth. Had he not suffered enough? Why was this happening... why now?!

The shaking Omega stills for a moment as lips press soothingly against his sweaty brow. Amber-brown eyes blink open as sees Charles' expression softens. Those milky-blue eyes shine with a deep regret that causes his heart to plummet. Did his Alpha suddenly have a change in heart? Did he no longer want him?

"When I take you," the Commander speaks softly against his ear, "I want you to keep your eyes on me. Nowhere else. Do not think of the past. Concentrate on present... on us. Can you do that?"

He nods but stares bewilderedly up at Charles in confusion and then disbelief as awareness dawns upon him. The older man knew what he had been remembering. His mate knew of nightmare he had lived through, knew he had been sullied, tainted, and yet he still wanted him?

While their eyes remained locked onto one another, Connor released an airy moan as the invading digit inside him pushed in deep and prodded against that spot inside him. Almost immediately, the pain ebbed away, replace with mind numbing pleasure that had him arching and begging for more.

Another large finger joined the first. Although it was tight and uncomfortable in the beginning, Charles skillfully worked moved both his hand in a slow rhythm. The digits began a scissoring motion inside him, stretching him so they could reach deeper, while the heated grip around both their erections moved in time.

The Omega was completely lost in the pleasurable sensations the assaulted his body. He panted heavily, unable to prevent himself from making lewd noises that escaped his kiss swollen lips. His legs spread on their own volition, knees hiking upwards in order for those probing digits to sink further inside him.

Those azure eyes that gazed upon his wanton form, grew darker with lust. Connor gasped Charles leaned close, worrying his earlobe before he suckled upon in. A warm breath softly blew against his ear causing him to shiver involuntary.

When a third finger introduces itself, he is unable to hold back a scream - more of shock then pain - but it's quickly muffled by his lover's mouth. A good thing to, the last thing either of them wanted was for one of those hundreds of people outside this building to come in and investigate. It would have been disastrous...

He groaned quietly as those probing digits began to stretch him, preparing him to take that rigid hardness that seemed pulse against his own manhood. The Wolf swallowed hard in anticipation while keeping his eyes locked onto his mate. It was difficult not to squeeze them close, especially when those fingers continuously nudged and rubbed against that needy cluster of nerves that sent pulses of pleasure throughout his over stimulated body.

"Ch... Charles...!" he managed to choke out as hips moved to impale himself on those tormenting fingers.

His lover smirked and cruelly withdrew his hands. The Wolf snarled as he was left on the precipice. He moved to snatch them back but his wrists were immediately caught in one hand and pinned down above his head. His Alpha's face leaned in close, nibbling upon the shell of his ear before whispering against it.

"Did you not want me to drive you into this bed, Connor?" the Commander reminded, "do you not desire more than just my fingers?"

A semblance of sanity returned to the Omega who nodded eagerly. "Yes! Yes... please..."

"Good boy."

One of his legs was captured, hoisted up to wrap around Charles' waist. Without being told, he held it in place, eyes silently beseeching those piercing blue ones to give him what he desired. His Alpha complied, and he could feel the slick head of a cock pressing against his entrance, slowly pushing its way through the tight ring of muscle.

Connor took several deep breaths, forcing himself to relax and allow his Alpha to submerge himself completely one inch at a time. The friction was gritty and hot, but nothing like the burn the former slave had been expecting. All the while, Charles stroked his neglected arousal and whispered soft words of encouragement in order to distract him from the pain.

"That's it. Just breathe... relax... You're doing so well, love."

He obeyed, breathing in deeply, making his lower body as pliant as possible. Through half-lidded eyes, he watched Charles sucking in deep breaths as he struggled to maintain control. Finally, when the Omega thought he could no longer handle the heavy pressure, it stopped, as his Alpha was now completely seated within him.

For a long moment, they were both still, trying to calm their breathing from the exertion of joining their bodies together. Though when Charles recovered, he remaining motionless, as if waiting for something. Those beloved blue eyes sought his, seemingly waiting for approval.

He took another deep breath, and once the pain ebbed away, Connor gave his permission with a roll of the hips. The Omega couldn't help the corner of his mouth twitch upwards as he saw and felt Charles shudder and jerk at the unexpected movement. His mate growled back at him in response even as those eyes burned with desire.

"Little tease!"

Charles slowly withdrew much to his body's protest, but once he was nearly almost out, drove back inside. The movement caused him to throw his head back, and he muffled his sharp cry against his now free arm. His body desired more, and he was ready for the next thrust... and the one after that, until their bodies moved together in a savage rhythm that caused the bed to rock along with them.

Creak... creak... creak... creak!

Damn... Connor hoped no one outside these walls could hear that.

He would have felt mortified, if he wasn't too busy encouraging his lover to go deeper, faster, harder than before. Charles was very eager to oblige, with both hands upon the Omega's hips as he pummeled him into the bed. Meanwhile, Connor soaked in the pleasure, as he made keening noises and chanted his lover's name over and over again.

Charles felt so... good inside him, and on top of him. The angle was perfect. Every thrust made direct attention to that greedy nub deep within him. The friction both inside and around his cock - where it was trapped between their sweaty heated bodies - was hot and wet. It almost felt as if his pulsing muscles were actually milking Charles, sucking him in deeper.

Connor never wanted it to end.

But they were only human, and one last thrust hitting that sweet spot inside him, had Connor screaming against the other's mouth. His body was blissfully set aflame as he came harder than he has ever had (by his own hand) in his life, his sticky seed spilling between them. After a few more plunging thrusts, Charles followed soon after, causing the Omega to moan weakly at the hot spurts of seed filling him... branding him.

After pulling out, his mate collapsed besides him but not before gathering Connor up into a warm embrace as they prepared to sleep. After such a long and eventful day, he had wanted nothing more. Except when a head leaned down to nip sharply at the reddened love mark left upon his throat, did he crack a bleary eye open.

"What?" he asked tiredly.

"Tell me, what is your name?"

"My wha...?" he broke off into a loud and long yawn as the Alpha pulled away and grin back down at him.

"Heh. I told you I would make you forget it."

The Omega - who was certain his name was RatonhnhaConnor Kenlee - just mumbled unintelligibly in response. He was far too tired and sated to notice Charles pale in horror at some shocking realization.

"Your father is going to murder me."

So it shall be. Please be patient though, I want this to be good and that might take while. :)

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