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We could always do both scenarios. :) One bad "happily ever after" for Charles (with delicious noncon smut) and one triumph-tragedy.

I was forgiving of the musket scenario. He was an adorable little kid then. No excuses later though.

Franklin and Connor are so cute!

Yeah, though Connor probably doesn't know that Franklin gave his dad (and maybe Charles) sex advice a long, long time ago

Really, if he was thinking clearly, the best option would be to leave and hightail it out of there until they have a solid enough force to hit back.

I think that may be the 3rd reason he's with Franklin who might be going back to Paris later, and can probably smuggle Connor and some of his Assassins with him while others high tail it to Canada.

Then again, the noncon is pretty delicious...

Yes, yes it is... if Charles encounters Franklin during the funeral service, finds out he's harboring Connor who is about to go into heat.

Or Charles going completely obsessed over Connor to the point that he's making bad decisions and deciding on a career as a professional rapist.

You know I actually saw an anime/hentai that was all kinds of wrong and about some crazy masked guy who was indeed a professional rapist.

I'm going to go with your theory of little Haytham seeing a pretty blue light and following it. They're just too cute together for them never to have met.

Yeah, Connor couldn't resist risking his life just to spend some quality time with his son.

Another way Connor could get caught: he was planning on leaving to sail for France with Franklin, and goes to say goodbye to his son... and is caught by Charles.

Short interlude chapter...

Poisoned Apple 12

With his little Haytham in mind (and in a tiny portrait around his neck), Charles worked harder than ever to locate the elusive Assassins and retrieve his Omega.

Charles had to admit they were a tricky lot. All of his leads had dried up, and his men were unable to dig up any new information. It would have been easier if they'd managed to hold onto any of the recruits they'd defeated, but that was an impossibility. And of Connor's original capture, the only ones to be taken alive were Jefferson and Connor.

While Jefferson could probably have proved of use at this moment, Charles just needed to think again on how he'd known Charles' bride in that most intimate of ways to realize that he did not regret killing him. And nothing his fellow Inner Circle brothers said would change his mind.

They were rather a tiresome lot, nothing like the old Inner Circle. Charles was half-tempted to use the Apple on them to get some measure of peace.

But he had his hands full with those moments of violence from Master Kenway and trying to find his missing bride. He had not the energy to spare to deal with the others in the Order.

A knock sounded on his door, and he groaned.

For a moment, he debated pretending he wasn't in.

"I know you're in there, Charles, I have news."

Nicholas Biddle.

Biddle was tolerable.

"Come in," he said tiredly.

The dark head of his fellow Alpha poked in.

"Don't you look like hell warmed over."

Charles immediately slouched down and frowned at him. "If that's all you've come to say, then I'll have you know that I'm very busy and--"

"Oh come off it," Biddle interrupted. "You'll want to hear this."

"Doubtful," Charles snorted, "but do continue."

"Ah, and a helping of the most delightful sarcasm from our dear Charlie-boy. One would think you didn't want to learn what I've learned."

Oh for--

"Get on with it," Charles ordered.

"Easy man."

Charles took a deep breath, and then another. He reminded himself that it would do him no good to kill his Admiral and Spymaster. The man had proven useful in the past, and he was, usually, somewhat agreeable.

"Pardon," Charles bit out. "I am frustrated."

Biddle grinned.

"Then I have just the remedy."

He leaned closer then, his manner suddenly serious.

"My men report that an associate of Jefferson's is planning on going to his funeral."

Charles sat up straighter.

"One of the Assassins...?"

But Biddle was shaking his head.

"I have no use for common business associates!" Charles snarled.

Biddle snorted.

"Do you really believe I would bring you such worthless intel? Have you forgotten just who it was that discovered your lovely wife-to-be was in the area and gave you enough warning so that you could properly trap him?"

Charles turned red. "I don't see him here now, do I?"

"And whose fault is that?" Biddle crossed his arms.

Charles', as everyone was so keen to remind him.

"Fine, fine," Charles waved. "What is it about this associate that is so special?"

"Just that, if rumors from abroad are correct, he's the mutual friend of Jefferson and your pretty little Omega."

Charles let out all the air in his lungs in a startled whoosh.

"Franklin? The inventor? The diplomat?"

Biddle nodded. "The one and the same."

Charles sat back, mind racing. If this was true...if that old Alpha really was going to go to Jefferson's funeral...

"I can't say for sure if he'll know where your bride is secreted or that he has any knowledge of the Assassins. But he is a genius among other things, and you could use his skills in any event."

True. How delightfully wicked it would be if the old man knew everything...but even if he didn't, he could either design a method to recapture Connor or be used as bait.

It was an ideal situation either way.

My, Charles was feeling much more relaxed.

"And where is the funeral?"

Biddle frowned.

"Two days from now. His followers will be improvising as they don't have his body, so it's a bit sooner than otherwise expected. We'll have to make haste to have everything at the ready by then."

Charles nodded.

"Speaking of which, what are you going to do with Jefferson's body?"

"Bury it."

Blue eyes widened. "Are you going soft, my dear Charles?"

"A promise is a promise," Charles murmured softly. And he was not about to break one so easy to keep.

He had learned the consequences of breaking them without a thought.

"Well, it's your call. I must be going now. If we want a shot at pulling this office without the Assassins getting wind of it, we'll need a solid plan behind us. I'll liaise with the Grandmaster and set up my network of men."

"Good."

Charles knew Biddle was good for something after all, even if the man did lust after Charles' Omega.

Ah Connor...

Soon, soon they'll be together again, and Haytham can meet his mother. And perhaps, in time, Master Kenway will forgive him.

Charles played with the miniature portrait around his throat, and then suddenly stopped still.

He grasped the locket and opened it up to look upon his adorable little son. Two slots. But he was only using one.

With a smile, Charles snapped shut the locket and hid it back away under his shirt.

When he was reunited with his bride again, he would need to have a portrait made of him. He wanted him preserved on canvass for Charles.

Forever.

You know I actually saw an anime/hentai that was all kinds of wrong and about some crazy masked guy who was indeed a professional rapist.

O_o

I think you've struck me speechless.

o_O

Another way Connor could get caught: he was planning on leaving to sail for France with Franklin, and goes to say goodbye to his son... and is caught by Charles.

Eh, Biddle might have something to do with it...Charles' spy network through Biddle is active, and they've got a pretty good lead...

Yes, yes it is... if Charles encounters Franklin during the funeral service, finds out he's harboring Connor who is about to go into heat.

//snickers//

Well, now that you mention it...

:)

Charles knew Biddle was good for something after all, even if the man did lust after Charles' Omega.

Can't blame him after getting a look of Connor in his Aquila uniform (just reminds me that Charles' hasn't yet caught a glimpse of that either). While showing Connor off to his Templar Brothers at the wedding... I'm sure a lot of them lust after Charles' Omega :p

Also, love the locket idea... I really do love and hate Charles in this one.

"You want me to leave the country?"

Connor could hardly believe his ears at what his Assassins suggested.

"We want you to be safe, Connor," Duncan McGill - who had temporarily assumed Joe's duties as Connor's second - explained from where he and Caleb sat across from their mentor within Benjamin Franklin's small dining room. "The Templars have tightened their iron grip upon this country, and I doubt we'll have much support from the people now that Thomas is dead and the King is controlling anyone who dares to rise against him."

It was true, their situation was rather bleak. They did not know how to free the people that Lee had under his control. Nor would they be able to get the weapon away from him given his numerous soldiers, Templar Brothers, and mind-controlled subjects. Not to mention the fact that Lee was extremely dangerous when something stood between him and what he wanted.

He swallowed hard, knowing all too well what that Alpha wanted more than anything. The fact that he even allowed them all to escape when the Templars could have crushed the Brotherhood right then and there, only confirmed what Connor already knew. The Omega shuddered in memory of when his hands were bound in iron shackles as Lee raped him for the second, while the Alpha had spoke of marriage and family.

It made Connor ill thinking of what might have happened had not his brothers came to his aid when they did. Or he might be suffering from his heat within Lee's bed chambers and not safely cloistered away and hidden by one of his most trusted friends.

"Besides, mentor," Caleb spoke up, "you have close ties with Assassins in different countries, right? Perhaps they might know something about that weapon."

"That is an excellent idea," he murmured. Though he knew that his brothers in either France, Cuba, or Spain would welcome him with open arms... he did not like the thought of abandoning his own Brotherhood here in America.

Duncan easily read the look upon his face and shook his head.

"You are not abandoning us, nor would we ever want you to fall into the clutches of that monster. Do not worry for this Brotherhood, Joe and I will make sure to keep training the recruits into fine warriors."

"We'll also find a way to keep the resistance going," the sharpshooter Assassin added, "Jefferson still has some supporters left. At the very least, we can keep the Templars on a wild goose chase."

"But where to go and how..." Connor wondered. Leaving the city would be nearly impossible for him - even alone - with all the heavily guarded checkpoints. Not to mention the patrols across the frontier.

"I had a talk with Old Ben..."

He turned his questioning eyes back to the Scotsman.

"He was planning on sailing back to Paris in a few months, but we thought it might be best if he leaves by the end of this one."

"The Doc said he would be more than willing to smuggle you out," Caleb happily informed him. "I'll write William and let him know to expect you."

It would be nice to return to France and meet with William and Pierre again.

Except...

What about his child?

It had been ten years since his newborn baby had been taken from him by that undeserving father. In that amount of time, his baby son had grown into a handsome and wonderful little boy he was lucky enough to befriend. But how long would he be gone this time? Years? Another decade? Would son be lost to him forever upon following Lee's footsteps?

"I appreciate your concern but..." he hesitated thinking of how utterly crushed Haytham would be when he no longer came over to visit him in secret. "Please... give me more time to think it through."

----

"I cannot wait until you are in your heat again. I would take you for the entire time of it and leave you no rest...till I beget another child upon you and you swell sweetly with my seed."

Connor shivered as Lee's words came back to torment him as did his heat when it finally came. The Omega curled up into a tight little ball as he rocked himself back and forth, while taking deep breaths to try and get his body back under control.

Oh, how he hated these times of the month when his body was bombarded with thorny pleasure and the desire to mate. These feelings and sensations just came from nowhere, as he had been sorting out his wardrobe and had planned on seeing his son one last time...

Because, despite his maternal instincts to stay close and act as sentry for his child, he had a responsibility to the Brotherhood he had dedicated his life to. Connor had to admit that he was similar to his father in that respect.

Squeezing his eyes shut, Connor dispelled the image of the Templar Grandmaster, especially when his father had walked him down the aisle and handed him off to his most hated enemy.

Rage and lust burned through him as he reluctantly slid a hand between his trembling thighs. His sex was hot and heavy in his hands as he stroked it, and tried to think of Thomas rather than that Alpha - whom he hated in wished dead - who had taken him three times in one day...

"Come for me, my love. Spill yourself and know pleasure from me."

He came hard, muffling his cries into a pillow.

Tears of shame slid down his flushed cheeks, and he wondered how he was going to cope the next few torturous days.

A/N: Yeah I didn't bother trying to write Duncan's accent, but needed to include some other scary Assassin Alpha type to take the reigns of Connor's second-in-command. As much as I love Stephane, he was pretty scary - I mean he killed people with meat cleavers... and then cooked with them.

Connor: /glances at Templar tax collector/ Stephane, end his suffering cleanly.

Stephane: Okay /rips out cleaver from dying man, blood splatters everywhere/ CHOP CHOP CHOP CHOP

Me: O_O

Ah! I almost finished writing the chapter and then accidentally closed the browser!

//weeps//

Poisoned Apple 13

When Charles was not busy preparing for Franklin's subjugation, he spent time with his son. It did him good to remember why he was struggling so much and what the Assassins had taken from him.

"Haytham!" he called as he watched Master Kenway finish training his son for the day.

"Father!" his little Alpha waved back. He hurriedly bowed to his grandfather before bounding over to him.

"Father, do you think I'm improving?"

Charles laughed.

"Oh, most definitely. You'll be good enough to best me soon in blade."

"Then," his son chanced a look at Master Kenway. "Then, can I join the Order yet?"

Charles promptly choked on his own breathing.

So soon! But his little Haytham was a child yet.

"And what brought this on?" he coughed.

"Yes, do tell Haytham," Master Kenway added as he walked over to them.

Haytham suddenly looked down at his shoes as if they were the most fascinating things in the world.

"It's just that," he began hesitantly.

"That?" prompted Master Kenway.

"I want to be helpful."

Charles sighed.

"You have time to grow yet, and you are a big help in other affairs--"

"--I want to help get my mother back."

Charles and Master Kenway shared a startled look before Charles focused back on his son.

"Haytham..." he began.

"It's just that I've wanted to meet him for so long, and now I know he's close by but unable to see me. You're all trying so hard to fix things, and I want to do my part."

The words on Charles' tongue dried up. What could he say? He understood perfectly.

But...

"It's not possible."

His little Haytham turned hurt eyes towards his grandfather.

"Grandpa..."

"I'm sorry, Haytham, but we can't take the chance that they'd take you, too. Losing my son was hard enough on me. I won't lose my grandson, too."

Haytham protested. "I would be careful and--"

"--can you struggle against a man three times the size you are with a hook the size of your arm for his right hand?"

The Night Stalker. He was injured now, but he had been a most difficult opponent.

"Or," his mentor began pacing, "against a woman with deadly skill with a rifle? What will you do when one of them grabs you and holds a blade to your throat? What do you think will happen?"

His little Haytham looked as if he was about to cry, and Charles felt uncharacteristically mad at his mentor.

Just as he was about to rebuff the other Alpha's words, his little Haytham wiped his eyes and nodded.

"I understand."

The little Alpha resolutely walked off while Charles stood seething.

"That was uncalled for!" he protested.

His mentor spared him only the most brief of glances.

"Better for him not to dwell in naivete than be taken advantage of. I'll not lose him to easily preventable dangers." As I lost my son went unspoken.

Charles let out a long and frustrated breath. "Still, you need not be so harsh--"

"I take no chances, Charles. I won't risk him, not now, when he's so close to truly tapping his potential."

Charles watched as his mentor's eyes softened.

"You know that should you fail, they will likely come after him. I doubt they would kill him, but take him? That, I am in no doubt."

Charles shuddered at the thought.

His little Haytham. In the hands of those...Assassins. Slowly being corrupted by their ways even as his Connor was led astray.

It could not be borne.

Neither could the thought of being separated from his Connor forever.

"I won't fail," Charles vowed. "I will bring him back and keep Haytham safe. We'll raise Haytham together, until he's truly ready to join the Order. And we will have the opportunity to save Connor from his own naivete."

His mentor stared at him silently for a few moments.

"Good," he finally spoke. "You have conviction. And now, all we need are the plan."

Charles ran a tired hand through his hair.

"Catch Franklin sometime before or after the funeral and use the man and his network to discover the Assassins' nests to ferret them out. The problem is how. We don't know either where he stays in Boston, for we have only his primary residence in Philadelphia, nor do we know where that blasted funeral is to be, only when. And if we make too much noise to find either of those out, the Assassins will realize it and, whether or not Franklin is actually affiliated with them, you can bet that he'll disappear from our grasp."

The conundrum was truly vexing. How to ferret out that one man into their grasp without alerting their enemies.

"My dear Charles, you always favored strategies far too complicated to actually work."

Charles bristled. "I don't always--"

"--use the townspeople."

Charles blinked.

"Pardon?"

"The townspeople. You have enough under the control of the Apple such that you have eyes and ears everywhere in this small city. Even if Franklin never leaves his residence until the funeral, he will still need to leave it for the funeral."

Charles got it.

"And that's our chance," Charles whispered. "Set up an informal network of spies and warn them not to come to us until enough time has passed not to raise suspicion. Through their information as to the route Franklin is traveling, we should be able to pinpoint the general location he came from. And once we have that..."

Master Kenway nodded at him. "Once you have that, you can pepper that area with your undercover men and discover Franklin's temporary residence."

And once that happened, Charles would be able to discretely visit that location and use the Apple. Through the walls of the house, if need be.

All they need do is wait until the funeral and then act discretely.

Charles regarded Master Kenway with admiration.

"Sir," he whispered, "you are brilliant."

"Just make sure to bring back my son."

I kind of thought Stephane was cute... Not as cute as Clipper or Connor, of course, but adorable in his own little way.

At least the cleaver is fast?

And, if he's using it for normal cooking, then it should be very sharp? Chef's knives can be insanely and beautifully sharp...

Ah! I almost finished writing the chapter and then accidentally closed the browser!

//weeps//

Do you write your stories in the comment box?

I do love Grandpa!Haytham in this, even if he is being controlled by the Apple. He's harsh but you can tell he truly cares for his grandson's well being, and probably laments not giving these lessons to Connor himself.

This plan will most likely work, considering the Assassins have no idea who is under the control of the apple.

Once again, lil!Haytham is just the cutest, hope he does get a reunion with mommy soon.

Yup, I write on the fly in the browser. //weeps some more//

The original chapter was going to be different (more plotting, Charles actually going after Franklin and more fighting), but I was so tired by the time I lost it that I wrote something shorter and fluffier.

And yes, Haytham Kenway is a complicated being. He really does care and love and feel...he's just good at pushing all of that aside when push comes to shove.

Ah, I used to try writing fills in the comment fields but something like closing or refreshing the browser would cause me to lose all my writing. Would definitely recommend google docs, since you have the ability to save online.

Yeah Stephane was kind of cute, especially when he was like "I'm yours to command"

But I think Clipper was my favorite recruit, just for those few lines of hero worship he had with Connor. Then there was Duncan, who I had hoped would say "Peace be with you" when he killed people ^^;

I thought about google docs but having something saved for all of perpetuity and having it basically be smut gives me pause...

On the other hand, we'll probably get go more noncon deliciousness soon at the rate we're going. :)

On the other hand, we'll probably get go more noncon deliciousness soon at the rate we're going. :)

Hehehe.

My part is almost finished :)

I liked Deborah's sass myself. :) Recruit preference probably goes Clipper, then Stephane and Deborah and then all the rest. I felt bad for Duncan witnessing his first assassination so young, and I admired the Jamie's occupation and zeal to help people.

btw, do you think Emily's an Alpha or an Omega? I don't know her as well besides what I briefly glanced at on the wiki, but I'm thinking a kickass female Omega would be awesome...

Oh! //bounces//

And poor Connor's going into heat...

Heh, she could be one

"You almost had it!"

An unsatisfied groan.

"Mentor, I don't think I can do this..."

"Do not give up. Roll your tongue more, Fillian..."

"Sir, it's been hours! I think my tongue is all dried up!"

"Then one more time before we take a break." A patient sigh. "Remember, apprentice, this is more for your benefit that it is mine."

The younger Omega pouted as he flopped down tiredly upon the bed, and glared blearily up at the ceiling. He winced when a finger poked him in his side. His large puppy brown eyes gazed up at the mentor whom he adored who remained unsatisfied.

"Well?"

He groaned again, taking in a few deep breaths, before he sat up and licked his lips.

"Je ris, tu ris, il rit..." he managed while wincing how his voice cracked at the end. "Nous rions, vous riez, ils... rent."

"Rient,." Connor corrected

His young apprentice rolled his eyes, sighing in exasperation, before both Assassins began to chuckle.

It felt good to laugh. Real laughter that was shared among close friends (and he tries not to shudder in disgust over that faux affection his other self and Lee had shared). He could not spend another day crying and sobbing over what had happened. Having Fillian cheer him up while being cloistered away at Franklin's townhouse, was what he had needed to get him through his mourning.

But sometimes it was painful seeing the youth smile back at him with wide adoring eyes. It did not take much for Connor to imagine sunny blue ones instead and dark brown hair instead of blonde. Fillian may have been a professional robber who fought with a hook similar to Joe's... but he reminded Connor of Clipper all the same.

His smile fell and quickly looked away when his apprentice sat up in concern. Connor waved it off as he tried not to think of his old friend, or how he had never truly avenged his death. Not yet anyway.

"Are you certain you want to come with me to Paris?" he asked the younger Omega. "Although I would appreciate your company and skills, do you not have other obligations here separate from the Brotherhood?"

"Not really now that that harpy is dead," Fillian answered with a grimace as he thought about his Templar sister. "Besides, never been outside the country before and always wanted to meet other Assassins. Is this William de Saint-Prix really an asshole like Caleb says he is?"

Connor laughed at that. "Well, ten years ago, they were both very young and immature."

"Aren't they both older than you?"

"Yes, which proves that age has nothing to do with maturity."

His nineteen year-old apprentice nodded in agreement.

"But thankfully, they have grown past their immaturity," Connor spoke in relief. "William can be rather strict, especially when it comes to his own recruits, but he both fair and kind. I think you would like him and his wife, Pierre."

"And this Pierre, he's a thief as well?" Fillian asked.

The older Omega nodded, smiling at the younger's interest.

"I am certain you two could learn from one another."

Fillian looked more excited than ever, and Connor wanted to remind his apprentice of the months of sea travel (and possible lightning storms they would encounter) , but held off as shiver ran up his spine.

Damn, his heat again.

The younger Omega immediately stood up, seeing his mentor begin to sway, and moved so they had switched places.

"I should let you rest. If you need anything, I'll be down in the..."

"I will be fine, Fillian," he assured the hesitant young Omega. "Go back to the bureau. Duncan probably needs all the help he can get there."

"If you're sure...."

"Do not worry. It is safe here."

His apprentice looked hesitant but nodded, and quietly slipped out of his room

Once alone, Connor curled up in bed once more.

He could not help but think of Thomas' funeral, and how he would miss the chance to give his beloved a proper farewell. The Assassin grit his teeth, as he furiously blinked back the tears he did not wish Fillian to see. Connor hoped that that bastard Lee would keep his word.

A/N: It's my headcannon but I imagine Connor, when he had the time, to teach his illiterate recruits how to read and write, and to become multilingual.

Sorry, could not resist sharing more Captain Connor prettiness

http://dokyakutu.deviantart.com/art/AC3-Rope-Dart-427795436

So, I exceeded the word limit. This will be in two parts.

Poisoned Apple 14 part 1

The day of the so-called funeral, Charles sat in his office, alert and nervous. He had canceled court so as to devote his entire energies to their plan with Franklin.

His brothers had protested, pointing to the necessity of him dealing with the discontent that ran through their land, but Charles waved it all off.

What was a single day compared to the chance to end the Brotherhood and have his bride once more? Deep inside, he could feel it. If he did not do this now, then he might wait another 10 years.

(And he would be old then and aging still, unable to personally eradicate the Brotherhood or bring back his bride.)

And so he waited in his office, eyes fixed on the door, awaiting for just one bit of news...

Master Kenway's plan did not disappoint, and soon he heard tell of a woman who had seen Franklin leaving the area directly east of the south bay. And then of a man, who had spied Franklin ambling in the city center...and another, of Franklin heading east!

So.

Based on the reports, it was clear that Franklin's Boston residence was close to the shores of the bay, towards the south, northwest of where the British Crown's old fort used to be. It was not as densely populated as the harbor side, but there were a few neighborhood sprawls in that general area.

Charles breathed a sigh of relief.

Boston was small, and that area smaller still. He had undercover men aplenty for the task of ferreting out Franklin's abode. And, when they did so...

His hands stroked the pouch perpetually on his waist.

Even if Franklin were not directly connected to the Assassins, if the Assassins were truly watching over Franklin as Charles suspected they would be, then it would be an opportunity to capture a few of them if Franklin proved useless.

All they needed to do was not to let a single observer escape to warn the Brotherhood.

----

Charles stared at the flat that was Franklin's. He watched as the elderly Alpha sat in his plush chair by the window and drew his curtains closed. The light from inside the house illuminated the man's silhouette against the window, and Charles grinned humorlessly.

It was only early in the day that they had discovered Franklin's exact location as the Alpha returned from Jefferson's funeral, and they had decided to wait until night fell, since the day was short due to the impending arrival of winter and they could make use of the cover of darkness.

Charles drew his cloak ever tighter around him even has he tugged the brim of his hat closer to his face. Underneath the cloak, he withdrew the Apple from its encasing and stood caressing its marked surface for a short while.

Proximity was key. He would need to be within a few hundred feet of the man to use it on him. And it would be difficult to use it on the man from even that distance, as Charles couldn't fully see him.

But it would work.

Charles had ample practice by this time.

And so he sidled closer to the home and concentrated, imagining the golden threads weaving about that silhouette in the window. Sweat formed on his brow, and he gritted his teeth at the effort. His hands clawed at the Apple, sending its energy to sway the Alpha inside.

Naturally, he willed. It had to be natural. The man himself could not suspect his sudden predilection to help Charles and wouldn't realize it until he delivered himself onto Charles' hands.

Let him alert neither recruit nor Assassin nor Brotherhood leaders as to Charles' plan, and let them not spirit away his lovely Connor before he beheld him again in his full glory.

His body grew heated, and he felt suffused by the wild energy of the Apple.

Oh, it was taxing, but if it did succeed even through such barriers...

That would be invaluable indeed.

So focused was he that he did not realize it when one of his men crumpled from around him. It wasn't until the second gurgle that he realized something was amiss.

Assassins!

Quickly, he whirled about and spied that young recruit with the hook engaging his personal guard.

A crossbow bolt bloomed in the chest of another one of his men near him before Charles could just make out the figure of a woman perched in one of the neighborhood's trees. She was hurriedly fiddling with her crossbow, and Charles' heart seized as he realized she was preparing another bolt.

It would surely have his name on it.

No.

He had come too far and gotten too close. He wasn't about to let them ruin it all. He would return Haytham's mother to him, and none of these...Assassins...would stop him.

With an energy lent from desperation and fury he redirected the web he had been so carefully constructing around Franklin and hurtled it towards the woman ensconced in the trees. She went still, but before Charles could rejoice, he noticed that she did not drop down and greet him as she should have.

Strong-willed then. Like Master Kenway and Connor.

Why did all his most dangerous enemies have to be men and women of such character?

Charles muttered a silent oath before sending another wave of power at the woman, willing her to come down and bend knee to him, willing her stop this foolishness and set aside her weapons.

His men kept the young Alpha man at bay next to him, and Charles focused on the bigger threat.

Come down, he crooned silently. Come down...

Long moments later, there was the sound of rustling fabric before the woman climbed off the tree and walked towards him.

Charles signaled to a few of his men to be at the ready, in case of treachery, and he himself gripped the Apple tightly.

"And who are you?" he asked as she neared.

He could just make out blond hair and fair skin and...huh, an Omega.

To his relief, she dropped to one knee and pressed her fist over her heart.

"My king," she whispered quietly, "I am Emily, one of the more seasoned friends of Master Assassin Connor and Caleb."

Charles sucked in his breath then. Not an Assassin, but a worthy piece, nonetheless. He had done well.

He turned and, spying the young Alpha boy standing looking at the woman with betrayed eyes, sent another spike of energy towards him. He also resisted for a new moments but relaxed much faster than the woman had.

"And you?" Charles asked of him.

"Fillian, my king. I am a newer recruit."

"Emily, Fillian," Charles began. "Are there any more of you in this area that I need to know about?"

Secrecy was vital to their operations, and they needed to contain any Assassin who might have seen what happened.

"We were stationed to watch over Franklin and Master Assassin Connor in this time of our mentor's vulnerability. Besides us three, the rest are watching over Caleb as he heals."

Charles, who had been about to shout orders to contain the third 'Master Assassin' in the area, suddenly choked upon his own breath at the mention of the name.

Connor.

Here?

"He is here?" Charles asked incredulously.

"Yes," the Omega woman replied. "He did not wish to be around so many young Alphas during his time of heat, and so Mister Franklin offered him sanctuary in his guestroom, and he has been resting since. We were trying to be as silent as possible so as not to alert your troops as to our presence for his sake."

Charles' thoughts ground to a halt.

In heat.

He imagined slick thighs and that desperately clenching hole, hungry for cock, hungry for seed. The Omega would be wild, his body thrashing for sensation and sex, his belly eager to create a child with another.

And he swallowed thickly.

Inside, he felt like laughing.

What a jest! What marvelous news!

His Connor was not even 300 feet away and in heat!

Heaven must adore him at this point for everything was coming perfectly, fantastically together.

"Emily," he said thickly, "go back to your normal position and do all that you can to stave off the suspicion of your Assassin friends. Be on the lookout for more Assassins. If you see them, call out immediately."

She nodded perfunctorily and swiftly made her way back to her tree.

Charles turned to the Alpha youth.

"Fillian, was it?" he murmured. "Any relation to Gillian?"

"She was my sister," came the soft voice.

Ah. Charles stared critically at the young man. He might prove of use as well.

"Fillian, have you visited your mentor while he has been here?"

"Yes, many times. He is training me to speak French for when we are to leave for Paris and join the Brotherhood there."

Paris.

Charles clenched his hands.

How dare his Connor try to escape from his grasp? How dare he?

It was good that Charles had caught him in time.

"Fillian, I want you to go and knock on Benjamin Franklin's door and ask for admittance for you and your friend. I will be standing behind you," he said, forestalling any questions, "and I will ensnare the old man then."

"Very good sir."

"And then," Charles continued, "I have a task for you. I want you to make your way to my court and seek Master Kenway. Tell the servants that you were sent by me, but, for God's sake, do not be seen in your journey. Tell Master Kenway everything you know of the Brotherhood's locations and where this Caleb and the ones looking after him are hiding."

Charles paused.

"Do you understand?"

The young man nodded.

"Good," Charles waved. "Let us go."

They made their way to the door, and Charles waited, Apple at the ready, as the young man knocked.

The viewing panel slid open and one eye peeked out, quickly spying Fillian, and opening the door.

Perfect.

Before the aged Alpha even had time to step out, Charles had stepped forward, Apple in front of the man's face.

Obey, he willed.

A few tense seconds, the man quailed and fought against him, but soon, the tension left his body, and he stood staring at Charles with kindly eyes.

"I suppose," the elderly Alpha said to Charles, "you are here for Connor."

"Indeed," Charles brushed past the man and into the home even as his enthralled Assassin recruit raced off to perform his task.

He waited as the old man closed the door behind them, giving them all the privacy they needed.

"And how is my Omega," Charles asked.

Franklin chuckled.

"As stubborn and glorious as always. Though, he has been in feverish heat for most of the evening by now, and I do believe he is finally sleeping."

Good.

Charles turned to the aged Alpha.

"You will sit in your chair, near the only window, and you will play some music to pass the time. Play it loudly enough to prevent the escape of any sound that might escape from my Omega when I take him."

"Certainly." And the Alpha made his way over to his viola de gamba sitting in the corner and began to tune it.

Perfect.

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Charles made his way to the only guestroom in the flat.

Quietly, silently, he pushed open the door...

And immediately stopped still.

The rich smell of an Omega in heat. How utterly delicious.

He padded softly inside.

There, in the bed by the window, was the sweat soaked form of his lovely Omega, cheeks flushed even in heat.

And he was glorious, moonlight falling softly about him and lending his features a softer glow. Those lashes never looked more dark and enticing as they did now, and his lips...

Soft, pink and parted!

How Charles longed to slip his tongue between those lips and taste the ambrosia he had not tasted for days.

But first thing's first.

Quietly, he removed his hat and his outer cloak. His shoes, he tugged off and laid beside the door, and his trousers fell into a corner where he threw them. One by one, he rid himself of his various different vestments until he was left bare as the day he was born.

Charles approached the still sleeping Omega and stood just quietly soaking in the sight for a few moments.

Beautiful. Serenaded by the low chords of Franklin's music, dressed in naught but a thin nightshirt and shivering with heat...his Omega was delightful.

Charles maneuvered himself onto the bed, careful not to wake the Omega. He reached out one hand, laying it softly against the sleeping man's cheek...

And the Omega turned to him, with a whimper on his lips. Still slumbering fitfully with heat raging through his body, still deeply, deeply alluring.

Charles could hold himself back. He laid his body heavily on top of the Omega, hands mapping out every inch of that golden succulent body. His lips sought the sweet temptations in front of him, and he sighed as his tongue caressed the warm cavern that was his Connor's mouth.

Incredibly, his Connor did not wake, though his eyelids fluttered.

He must not have known the touches from dreams or from reality, Charles reasoned.

He smiled against those lips.

His fingers teased those nipples, encouraging them into pebbly hardness even as the lithe body beneath him arched and that golden neck extended itself in offering to him.

Well, let it not be said that Charles did not appreciate unexpected gifts. His lips left the sweet mouth and attached itself to the long column of that bared neck, sucking at the tender skin and licking at the strong pulse he found there.

The music from Franklin's viola warbled softly and delicately, almost in line with jumping pulse underneath Charles' tongue.

His hands wandered down from the Omega's nipples and trailed softly against the man's sides, stroking firm skin delicately...until they reached those firm globes of the man's ass.

Firmly, Charles kneaded the globes. His mouth kissed a line down to the Omega's belly and stayed there lapping around his belly-button.

He heard a hitch in his Omega's breathing and his head shot up immediately.

His Connor did not wake, yet his mouth opened in a wordless cry. He lay gasping in his sleep and his legs spread.

Oh!

Charles looked about for some oil and nearly cried with ecstasy when he saw the small bottle that his Connor had, no doubt, been using to pleasure himself.

With quick, frenzied movements, he grabbed the bottle and drizzled a bit over his fingers.

The viola struck a dark thrill and the sound of anticipation filled the air.

Carefully, oh so carefully, he placed a single digit against that pulsating hole.

Oh!

His finger had come right in, even as, moments later, pressure that he could hardly believe bore down on his digit.

Oh, this was glorious!

He pushed in with that one finger, searching for that location, for that spot that made his Omega...

A harsh chord struck the hair through the door, and his Connor keened, nearly weeping as his body went taut with pleasure.

Charles smiled exultantly. Soon...

He added another finger, rubbing at those inner walls, caressing their softness and heat. Was there anything as enviable as his Omega in heat? Was there anything as desirable?

He scissored his fingers stretching the soft cavern before adding another finger.

The music crescendoed, and his Connor's chest heaved with the force of his gasps now. He tossed his head to and fro, and the bed trembled with his shaking.

Almost...

Charles thrust all three fingers deeply even as his other hand worked more oil into his Omega.

He wanted this to be as pleasurable for Connor as it was for him. He wanted Connor to feel the strength of his orgasm, even in the midst of sleep, as he put another child into him.

The viola peaked and then hushed, and all was quiet for a moment.

There. He was ready.

Charles worked the last bits of oil over his member and, one hand on a soft high and one hand guiding his member, poisoned himself.

As a sudden chord burst into being, he lunged with one strong thrust and sank deeply into the Omega. A wail escaped the Omega's mouth, even as the viola stuck on a strong whine.

And Charles drew back, until he had almost exited the lovely body...and thrust.

The viola thrummed.

Connor gasped, nearly arching off the bed.

And thrust.

Thrum.

A cry escaped from that gasping mouth.

Thrust!

The viola went silent...and those lovely amber-brown eyes that Charles so adored flew open.

I love how cute they all are! :) Fillian and Connor....

<3

It's good that there's another Clipper like person in Connor's life. He's so sweet and cute...

And I love the picture! You're my current source for adorable pics with Connor, and I <3 you for it!

/BRAIN MELTS/ Dear anon.... I love you and this long update so much! Poor Fillian and Emily are now Charles' slaves and I think you mixed up Joe with Caleb, but OMG that end with Charles reuniting with his Omega suffering from heat and Connor waking up in the end /BRAIN MELTS SOME MORE/

/Rushes with next part/

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