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If Connor had any control over his facial features, it would have been obvious how mortified he currently felt. But on the outside, the Omega showed no such emotion as he leisurely stripped from the waist down (as the King did not wish to share his full nakedness with the other Alpha in the throne room). He set them aside, next to his weapons, and half-turned to see Charles seated upon the throne once more.

He flushed as those blue eyes drank in every inch of him, before meeting his own. The King of the Colonies gave him an appreciative grin before beckoning reaching out and beckoning him forward. His bare leg immediately complied, striding over towards Charles, without a care that his sex was completely exposed and unrestrained.

/This was almost as bad as having crawling on his belly through the snow in front of a crowd of jeering Templars./

He reached out in return, and placed his smaller hand in Charles' and did not flinch with the Alpha's free one grasped his hip. With his help, Connor slowly straddled the older male's lap; gasping loudly as his limp member rubbed against the material of Charles' breeches.

/He wanted to shove himself away. Wanted to gather up the pieces of his dignity and flee - with Jefferson - away from this horrid man./

He heard a soft chuckle against his neck, and a moan escaped his reddened lips as warm fingers wrapped around his manhood. He remembered this sensation... the feel of that calloused palm stroking him to arousal.

/Bringing him to an unwanted climax, over and over again./

His hips moved against the strokes, and he moaned without restraint as he felt his member become harder and heavier in Charles' hand. His own - which had been planted upon the Alpha's broad shoulders - trailed down the front of the King's finely tailored coat, and came to stop at his belt.

/No... No... do not do it!/

With a little impatience, his hands worked it open, as well as the man breeches. Charles had to shift a little upon the throne, but once doing so, he was able to free the Alpha's long and stiff member from its confines. His...

/Enemy. Tormentor. Rapist/

...lover sighed in appreciation, as Connor eagerly returned the favor and began to lightly massage the shaft until it oozed pre-ejaculate upon his fingerless-gloved hands. The look his Alpha gave him was an odd one, that look pleased and troubled at the same time.

"What is it?" he asked in concern as he leaned over and place small kisses against the man's damp brow.

"I have no proper slick to prepare you with," Charles began.

"There is my mouth," he readily offered.

/Oh Spirits, no!/

"Indeed..." the King murmured while kissing him once more, "but it will not be enough."

"It will be fine, Charles," he insisted. "All I desire now, is you inside me..."

/NO! What was he saying?! It was the exact opposite of what he wanted!/

"Very well then..." The cock in his hand grew ever harder, and Charles hissed a little, before pressing two long fingers of his free hands against Connor's lips.

"Suck."

A/N: Sorry for the big gaps in some of these fills, using a word-to-html online converter, and so it doubles the paragraph spaces.

Charles must be so pleased right now. And, I wonder if he's successful in lying to himself that Connor actually wants this.

Poor Connor.

Poor Jefferson, who's probably doing everything he can to block out the...words.

:)

Oh, I'm sure Charles is ecstatic... he's spent the last ten years going secretly even more obsessed with Connor, maybe even falling in love with the lies he conjured for little Haytham. Maybe a part of him knows Connor doesn't want this - but like the time Connor was his prisoner (I'm sure he's still kicking himself for the gang-rape) he either does not care or believes Connor will break down and truly want his touch.

Poor Jefferson, who's probably doing everything he can to block out the...words.

Yeah... kind of wondered how Jefferson learned of Connor's ordeal as Lee's captive. Think Connor did not wish to share that dark side of his past with anyone, but Jefferson probably got curious with the Assassin's fascination with Prince Haytham, who is by all accounts innocent of his father's sins.

I think this is probably the most straight porn I've ever written.

//stares critically at the porn//

Poisoned Apple 3

If Charles was a poet, he would have likened his Omega to a rare jewel, a treasured reserved for his eyes and his eyes alone. He would have compared the lovely tan of his skin to copper and gold, the tresses of his hair to silken ebony. And of course his resourcefulness must be as a fox, clever beyond his years.

Alas, Charles was not poet, only a man who finally, finally had what he wanted.

The soft lips against his own, the warm firm body pressed lovingly against him, the soft needy moans from that sinful throat as he robbed its owner of air...

This was what he had been missing for 10 long years.

His Connor had been cruel to deny him his company.

Charles supposed it could not have been helped. If he'd only known about his Omega's connection to Master Kenway sooner...

Ah, but that was water beneath the bridge now.

All that mattered was this moment and the future, and that was promising indeed.

His Connor's lips were as sweet as he remembered them, and he had missed him. He even said as much.

"Have you missed me as well?" he wondered.

And when Connor replied in the affirmative and then agreed to show him just how much...

Well, it was more temptation than Charles could resist!

His sultry Wolf slowly undoes his belt and sensuously begins popping open the buttons on his shirt. One, by one, agonizingly slow. Charles watched as those long fingers deftly slides each button through its hole, its owner watching him all the while beneath long dark lashes.

As each tantalizing bit of skin was exposed, Charles felt his trousers growing tight.

Dear Lord, his Connor was a vixen!

Those dusky nipples were finally revealed, and Charles could hold himself back no longer. With a purposeful movement, he grasped Connor to him and rubbed at each nipple. Soft, but rapidly hardening. They betrayed his Connor's desire for him.

Briefly, he wondered what his bride's milk would have tasted of, had he been allowed to nurse his son. He longed to taste and bite at the little nubs, but...such efforts would have to wait.

He wanted too much to see the rest of his bride.

Hurriedly, he pushed open that cotton shirt even more (he made a mental note to look into soft ivory silks for that golden skin). Firm but slender muscles, a chiseled abdomen and...

Charles paused as a wave of fury tore through him.

A mark.

His Connor was marked.

Who dared mark his Connor? Who dared put his hands upon his bride?

For a moment, anger roared through his ears, and he thought of nothing else but revenge.

He would tear whoever it was apart. He would rip them limb from limb until...

It was then that he heard Connor crying out his shame and apologies. And a cold calm washed over him.

He ought not terrify his Connor.

His Connor had been led astray, surrounded on all sides by villains who would prey upon his confused mind. Whatever those kidnappers had done to Connor, Charles would erase and rewrite.

Perhaps he'll even let Connor deliver the final blow, to avenge his own honor.

He offered as much and his Connor smiled, basking in his forgiveness.

"I would very much wish for you to mark me," Connor nipped at his ear and sensuously ran a single finger down Charles' face.

Well. That was not an invitation that Charles had any intention of refusing.

He gave a quick nod before walking to his throne. It would be the perfect place to anoint his touch upon his Queen. Where else, but his throne?

And when Connor straddled his lap, the clef of his cheeks against the hardness of Charles' manhood...

Alas that they had no grease to ease the way! Once upon a time, when Charles had been cruel to Connor, he would have made do with the spit in his mouth. But that way would only be pleasurable for Charles, and he wanted his Omega to feel every bit of pleasure and desire that he himself felt.

He was a different Alpha now. He deserved his Omega now.

Charles resolutely ignored the voice in his mind that argued to the contrary.

It sounded remarkably like Master Kenway.

See, he was deserving! He even worried about proper slick and preparation!

"I have my mouth," his Connor whispered into his ear.

"Indeed," he kissed him deeply, "but it will not be enough."

As much as a shame that was.

But they would make up for it later. Charles would marry his Connor that day, and his wedding gift would be the death of those rebels that had kept them apart.

"It will be fine, Charles," his Omega cajoled. Then his voice grew rough and needy. "All I desire now, is you inside me..."

Merciful Heavens!

Well, if he could slake the needs of his Connor's body...

"Very well then," he breathed. "Suck."

Those sinfully full lips immediately wrapped around his fingers. An agile tongue teased softly at his digits, swirling about him even as Connor undulated his body against Charles'.

By the First Grandmaster! By Robert de Sable himself!

Charles wanted to take him. He wanted to take and possess this delicious Omega practically grinding into him. He wanted to see that body bounce up and down in his lap, pierced by his manhood. He wanted that fine head of hair to be thrown back, those pink lips helplessly open as moans and screams of pleasure spilled forth.

And he wanted that belly to swell with his seed and give him another child, a sibling for his little Haytham to play with.

With his free hand, he clutched at Connor's firm buttocks and squeezed those round globes.

He would have him.

Now.

So hot-hot-hot-hot! I never get tired of pervy!Charles, and wow he really is deluding himself here. Especially, when he refers to Connor's friends as his "kidnappers" and have Connor take revenge against them /shivers/

Anyway, my part is almost finished.

Thirdy! especially if they form a 'big brother & little brother' relationship :D

I rather like deluded Charles. It makes matters quite...interesting. :)

Anyway, my part is almost finished.

//salivates//

Connor obeys without hesitation. He parts his lips and allows those digits to carefully slide inside. Once taking in those two long, elegant, fingers up to the knuckles; his tongue immediately goes to work in moistening the skin with saliva.

/He wants to vomit, for these fingers he was sucking upon, were stained in so much blood./

For a moment, his eyes are allowed to close, and he would have been thankful if not for his hips rolling on their own accord. The body beneath him jerks. Already he can feel Charles' arousal tent up underneath his trousers.

A moan escapes him.

/Rather than a sob of anguish that this was happening all over again. Was this truly his fate? To never be free of Charles Lee and to be the Templar's whore?/

He shivers upon feeling a large hand grab hold of his arse, squeezing his buttocks together. Connor groans despite himself, as his arousal rubs against the fabric of Charles' clothes. In response, his body grinds itself ever close upon the seated ruler.

Suddenly, those damp fingers leave his mouth as an eager tongue replaces them. His eyes flutter open...

/much to his displeasure/

...to stare into those lust-filled blue ones.

Reluctantly, Charles draws back, so that they both could breathe.

Two hands now grasp him from behind, and Connor tenses upon feeling the first questing digit press inside him. His body arches, walls tightening upon the intruder. He opens his mouth to cry out...

/No, please. Not this again!/

...but does not utter a sound.

"Relax," Charles commands him softly.

The Omega's body obeys; his mouth taking several deep, calming, breaths. His muscles ease. Especially when Lee rubs soothing circles up and down the length of his side. Before wrapping around his arousal once more.

He tilts his head up, and moans...

/Despite himself/

...even as the pain fades quickly into a mild discomfort.

Connor is ready for the second finger when it slides up inside him with the first. Unlike their times ten years ago, the Alpha takes his time to prepare him. Stretching him with those long and thick fingers, in preparation for his cock.

/Except the time when he had forced himself in Connor who was already filled by another Templar Alpha./

"Connor," his lover...

/Defiler/

...murmurs, his voice raw with lust, against his ear. "Are you ready for me?"

/No, he was not. Although stretched, the saliva had dried from heat of his body. Penetration was sure to be painful. It would burn. But Lee never took his comfort into consideration, and even reveled in his pain./

"I am ready," his mouth is made to say. Connor then reaches down between his thighs, and with two slick fingers, holds himself open.

/Why? Why was he made to act the whore, and in front of Jefferson - whom he could hear squirming on the ground not too far away. He only hoped his true beloved would not think any less of him./

The fingers slowly withdraw, earning a mewling sound of disappointment that spills from his lips. Charles chuckles in response, briefly rubbing the head of his arousal and gathering the fluid there. Connor's Alpha speaks of assurances as he reaches down to try and slick himself with his own pre-ejaculate.

Hands then grasp his hips, and Connor's body lifts itself up, positioning him over the King's stiff manhood. Then slowly, oh so slowly, he is guided down. Connor throws his head back, closing his eyes as his cry echoes throughout the throne room.

/To his own ears, it sounded very familiar to his screams in that dank prison. But his body refuses to move, and throw himself onto the floor, away from Lee./

One of Charles' hand is stroking him again, trying to distract him from any discomfort as his body continues to bear down. The pressure is almost too much, as he draws in one inch at a time. With the pounding of his heart echoing in his ears, his body obeys the Alpha's commands to breathe and relax.

Slowly, but surely, he's completely seated upon Charles' lap again. His body continues to tremble from the exertion, as sweat dews upon his skin. He leans his head back, drawing in deep breaths as body tries to adjust to the feeling of fullness.

There is a rustling noise behind him, and he cannot help but turn his head back and look down to Thomas Jefferson's prone form. The man was gagged so that he could not speak, but those hazel eyes stared at him desperately. A shiver runs down his spine, and he hears Charles groan in response.

/No. Look away. If he sees you looking at Thomas.../

For the first time since that gold globe had robbed him of his free will, Connor's body finally obeys and turns his attention back to the Alpha he was seated on...

/Oh....no.../

...and immediately went very with fear at the sight of those cold blue eyes glaring back at him.

A/N: I'm sorry Jefferson, but I'm pretty sure Charles is going to connect the dots and figure out your relationship with Connor.

capatcha: The name of Thomas is?

Even capatcha knows you're screwed.

Oh! I love this! Daddy son bonding (sort of)

What's going to happen next! Can't wait!

Poor Thomas. He's going to be so dead. And poor Connor...he's either going to be a spectator or Charles is going to make him do it.

Evil! Charles is so evil. :) And unstable. :P

Thanks. :)

Have you read any of the other fics in this arc? I'm afraid it won't make too much sense by itself.

Though I hope Charles is more sane when at home with lil!Haytham. BTW, now that Charles sees himself more of a King now - should he have built a palace for himself with lil!Haytham? Or should they still live in a manor outside of Boston or New York? Curious to how Connor's gilded cage is going to look like.

Not sure about Thomas' fate yet, but if you have any suggestions, please share!

What I'm interested in seeing if if they go back with Connor under the apples control and lil!Haytham of course believes that they're finally a 'happy family with mommy safe from the bad men and absolutely loves daddy.'

well that's kind of how I pictured this dark "happily ever after" story ends with :p

That would be interesting. The last line could be Connor in complete misery...

I see little! Haytham as happy at first, but then eventually suspicious. He's bound to come into contact with the Assassins at some point (it would be difficult for Charles to eliminate them so quickly this time around), so, sooner or later, he'd question what happened. Of course, that's likely to be years in the future.

As for Jefferson, not really sure. Do you think it'd be a good idea to have Connor actually kill him?

I see little! Haytham as happy at first, but then eventually suspicious.

Already picture the reunion after Connor and Charles are married (I'm guessing a few hours after the throne room scene? Charles seems rather impatient of binding his Omega to him). Lil!Haytham is probably shocked to see his father and Connor together, and that learning that Connor was his mother who had been kidnapped after his birth - it might even make sense to him now, why Connor was sneaking around and using a different name. But lil!Haytham eagerly welcomes his mommy back into his life (and spending time with his son, is probably the only good thing Connor sees in his new prison).

He's bound to come into contact with the Assassins at some point (it would be difficult for Charles to eliminate them so quickly this time around)

Yeah, not so easy this time around. Especially since they are scattered widely apart. But they cannot counterattack since they're probably warily of the apple and need to level up their recruits for war.

As for Jefferson, not really sure. Do you think it'd be a good idea to have Connor actually kill him?

Hmmm... probably not. If Charles learned Jefferson was the Alpha who was Connor's lover, he might do it himself. Maybe challenge him to a duel and have Connor watch, and see how scary strong in body (if not in mind) Charles has become over the years.

Hmmm... probably not. If Charles learned Jefferson was the Alpha who was Connor's lover, he might do it himself. Maybe challenge him to a duel and have Connor watch, and see how scary strong in body (if not in mind) Charles has become over the years.

It'd be the only thing he was very kind about to Connor. Forcing Connor to kill him would be torture...

and spending time with his son, is probably the only good thing Connor sees in his new prison

Yeah, little! Haytham would be the only good part of it, though I imagine Charles would be careful to keep Connor away from Haytham during the times that the Apple fails...

Yes, I've read the whole thing so far!

Love all the different scenarios!!

Poisoned Apple 4

Oh bliss upon bliss! His lovely Omega is every bit as pleasurable as Charles remembered.

Hot and tight and delicious.

It was even better now. His bride was actively participating, eagerly taking him in and rocking down on him with every motion of his hips.

Such a difference his Connor's willing participation made! Charles never knew he would find such thrill in seeing the Omega hold himself open for Charles to pierce into his body, nor desire him half so much as when those wanton moans spill from his sinful mouth.

It was perfection, and Charles waited with bated breath as his Connor took him to the hilt.

Oh!

Charles' eyes fluttered closed, and he took that moment to savor the moment.

Oh, his Omega was so very, very perfect.

He opened his eyes, expecting those amber eyes to be looking upon him with love and desire and...

And saw that they were instead turned towards Jefferson.

Jefferson.

As if that Alpha deserved to look upon this moment or to see even an inch of...

His thoughts ground to a halt as he noticed the stricken look in the man's eyes. They looked upon his Omega with such an odd expression. As if...

No.

It couldn't be.

Jefferson?

His Connor turned back to look at him and his eyes were shamed, two spots of color bloomed upon his cheeks.

And Charles knew.

That, that vile Alpha had touched Connor. He had--

Charles wanted to gut him. He wanted to have the man torn apart by wild horses, as would have happened in the old country. He wanted--

Connor's amber eyes widened at the look in Charles' eyes, and he began begging for forgiveness.

"Please," he whispered. "I was not in my right mind. I could never love another as you..."

Oh yes. And Charles knew it.

Connor was not for anyone else but him, and he didn't blame Connor for this transgression.

Who knew what kind of situation his Omega had found himself in?

Who knew what kind of lies Charles' enemies had fed the mother of his child?

And so he did his best to soothe the stricken Omega, to stop his tears with gentle kisses along his eyelids and to stroke that smooth hair.

"Be not distressed, my dear Connor," he said, even as he ground up into his Omega's body. "I know that you cannot be blamed for such, and I will hold you in no less esteem."

Connor sobbed as Charles rubbed against that sensitive bundle of nerves inside of him, shaking as his body rocked to and fro with the thrusts inside.

"Thank you," his Omega cried. "Thank you for your generosity, for--"

"Have you no shame?!" King and bride fell silent as the outraged voice of a bound redhaired Alpha growled at them.

Charles immediately wrapped his arms around his Connor and hugged him close to his body. He bent that dark head of hair to his chest and looked over the Omega's shoulder at his other captive.

He stayed within his Omega all the while and did not cease his rhythmic rocking into his bride's warm body.

"You would denigrate him?" Charles roared. "After aiding those who have kept my bride from me, you would now mock his suffering?"

The look Jefferson gave him was one full of disbelief.

"You think I mock him?" the Alpha echoed. "It is you that I hold in disgust! You've taken his mind, his very will from him in order to act out your sick perverted fantasies...and you say I disregard his suffering!"

Charles snarled.

"He is better now in my embrace than he has ever been. And he has agreed to be mine."

"Only because you used your unholy power to force him."

"You only wish it were you in my place!"

The other Alpha sneered.

"It was. And unlike you, I had no need to force him."

Charles grew cold.

So it was true.

He stopped his thrusts.

Carefully, he stood and lifted the trembling body off of him.

"Sit still and watch," he hissed to the Omega as he laid him upon the throne.

Connor nodded, eyes wide. He did not move from where Charles had placed him.

With five powerful strides, Charles strode over to the still glaring redhead.

He turned to the guards who watched over him.

"A sword."

Immediately, one was handed to him.

He carefully tested it.

Of a decent weight, strong and well-crafted.

He threw it down in front of his rival Alpha.

"Take it," he barked.

Startled eyes looked down at the blade, and then up at him.

"What do you mean by this, Lee?"

Charles snorted.

"There is nothing I would like so much as to chop you to pieces. I will let my love watch as I restore his honor to him."

"His honor..." the other Alpha repeated. "He has never lost his honor--"

"I will wipe away the memory of your touch upon him with my seed. Right after," Charles said archly, "I wipe away the presence of your life in his with your blood."

Hazel eyes narrowed, but that hateful mouth curved in a rictus grin.

"So be it," Jefferson snarled. "Even with your mindless puppets around you to help--"

"--they shall have none of this fight--"

"--I will kill you. And I will free him." He gestured toward the Omega still silently watching them.

"You can try," Charles smirked, amused. He waved to another one of his guards, who brought his royal sword to him. "You shall not win."

With a smooth motion, he unsheathed the sword and struck at Jefferson.

The man scuttled away.

"You do not even wait for your opponent to rise?" he cried incredulously.

"You will find that I give very little quarter to vermin," Charles replied.

"Then I shall give no quarter to tyrants," and the man leapt to his feet, falling into a dueling position as he did so.

Charles scoffed and took another swipe at him.

Parried.

And soon it was his opponent's turn to thrust.

The blades clashed against each other in a symphony of metal, and Charles grinned through with a thick hatred.

"Do you suppose you can win against me?" he chuckled. "I, who have been trained by one of the finest Alphas. I, the only one deserving of his son..."

Jefferson snarled at him.

"Only you would anoint such a pretty word onto none other than violation! Tell me, do you usually have to rape your partners to get satisfaction?"

Charles tutted at him.

"Master Kenway gave me his permission to wed his son. It is not rape."

Jefferson's eyes narrowed.

"Haytham Kenway would have done no such thing. As much as I dislike the man, even he would not..."

The Alpha trailed off, eyes quickly glancing at the pouch that Charles had stored the Apple in.

"I see," he muttered. "So that's it."

And he swiped and feinted and...

He was making a play for the Apple!

Charles couldn't let that happen.

If Jefferson got the Apple then...

He imagined Connor turning cold to him. He imagined Master Kenway looking upon him with disgust and revoking his blessing to wed his son. He thought of his little Haytham torn away from him.

No! By God, no!

And with a mighty effort, he twisted his body out of the way of the blade that sought the fastening on his belt and plunged his sword toward that unprotected back...

The blade slid home with a sharp thrud.

And Jefferson stiffened.

"You," the man coughed, "are a monster. The nation that you have you do not treat well, and the man that you don't you force into your possession. I hope you die as the filthy scum you are."

Charles smirked.

"You will never touch him again," he whispered into the dying man's ear. "You and yours will never have him again. And soon there will be nothing left of your pathetic rebellion except ashes in the wind."

With that, he leaned back, twisted the blade as Jefferson let out a final gurgling scream and yanked back. Blood sprayed all over him. The other Alpha twitched and died at his feet.

So much for Jefferson.

With a smile, he looked back at the large amber eyes of his beloved, still placidly waiting for him on his throne.

Charles smiled.

At his barked order, a guard stepped forth and took his sword. Another came with clean water, but Charles waved that one away.

"My pet," he said as he sauntered over to the throne. "I am rather dirty, and I desire you to clean me."

Amber eyes lowered as his Omega gracefully left the throne and kneel'd before him.

"Of course, my lord."

And then that agile tongue began licking at his blood-stained hands.

Ah...his Connor was wonderful indeed.

Thanks! :)

The next part should be up this weekend.

O_O ... I.... I knew it was coming... but wow... poor Jefferson... poor Connor. Oh Charles, you evil, evil, crazy bastard! But I do love the whole duel he was fighting while still half-erect, and OMG the end of having Connor lick Jefferson's blood off his hands -EVIL!

...I love it, and you of course dear anon.

:D

I do rather like evil! Charles. There's something entirely unhinged about him...And, of course, I'd love to know what Connor was thinking all the while. Poor Jefferson, dead. Poor Connor, to be Charles' toy forever.

//evil grin//

Heh, working on it, the duel and maybe more throne sex :) Unless you think Charles would have moved them?

I think he would probably christen the throne, the wall and the floor where Jefferson died.

O_O

And maybe the Apple could falter during the middle of it, when Connor's being thrust into from behind, and they're basically right next to/over Jefferson's dead body...!

Might be a little too evil though...

Oooh... dark, kind of reminds me of Charles and Connor's wedding day in the moth storyline. I'll see what I can do :) So are they still getting married that same day?

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