Desmond had woken up in the infirmary, hooked up to an IV bag, Shaun sitting close by in a rare show of concern.
"Am I gay?" Desmond slurred.
"Pardon?"
"Just before I thought I died, there was a... Vision. I think I saw a man. He was... Half-naked. I... I think I swallowed something."
The corners of Shaun's mouth twitched but he resisted making any remarks. As much as he loved to take the piss out of Desmond, an easy target even when the poor guy had his defenses up, this was like taking candy from a baby. Desmond was too disoriented, and in no state to appreciate his particular brand of comments. Later, he decided.
"Dark, tall and handsome? Looks like a Greek god? That would be Connor Kenway. He's the one that found you."
Kenway. Now why did that name sound familiar?
Desmond shot up straight, nearly falling off the bed. If his father wasn't here yet, then that meant Kenway -
"Desmond Miles?"
A man with graying hair had stepped inside the infirmary. His eyes were cold and calculating as he looked Desmond over, hands clasped behind his back. If the devil was indeed real, here he stood. Even Shaun looked intimidated by the man's presence.
"My name is Haytham Kenway, and I'll be your handler for the time being. From now on you'll report to me, until you get assigned to someone else."
So. His dad wasn't coming. Probably. He knew better than to ask.
Haytham took a step towards Desmond, likely noticing he wasn't receiving the younger man's full attention.
"I don't care how it was at your base, here you follow my rules. You don't talk, you don't eat, you don't so much as take a piss without my permission. Am I making myself clear?"
"Y-yes, sir."
"Good. Feel free to use the toilet. When you feel like you've gotten enough rest, you may visit the communal showers and cafeteria. I'm sure Mr. Hastings knows his way around and will be delighted to -"
Shaun opened his mouth to object but one look from Haytham silenced him.
"...Delighted to bring you up to speed. Now, as much as I'd love to interrogate you, that will have to wait as I have an insolent, wayward son in need of punishment. Report to me tomorrow, someone will show you where to find me." Haytham's face grew dark and he left the room just as quickly as he came. Desmond felt pity and despair for the man's poor son.
"What is he gonna do to his son?"
Shaun shrugged. "Spank him, probably, if the rumors are to be believed."
"You know what, I don't wanna know. Forget I asked."
*
The hallway looked empty. Connor took careful, quiet steps, wondering if he'd get to spend the rest of his day in peace. Alas, no such luck.
"Connor!"
Connor turned around and there was his father, in the flesh. His father looked pissed and so Connor stopped in his tracks and waited for his father to catch up with him.
"If you think you can pull that shit you did today without repercussions, you are sadly mistaken."
Connor waited a moment, but when nothing else was forthcoming, guessed the real reason behind his father's upset and stiff demeanor.
He lunged to hug his father, squeezing tight. His father didn't move a muscle.
"I'm okay."
"As punishment, tomorrow you'll do three hours worth of extra training, and you have both animal care and gardening duty for the rest of the week."
Connor tucked his face under Haytham's chin and smiled. "I love you too, father."
"... I suppose you can take the rest of today off and recuperate from your mission."
"Thank you, father."
There was a cough and Connor disentangled from his father to see Charles Lee standing a few feet away. Connor's lip curled in disgust. Lee shot him a quick glare, before addressing his father.
"Mr. Kenway, sir, before you set your rabid son loose, I'd like to go over the mission report with him."
Connor huffed, choosing to ignore the insult. "I already gave my report to Hickey."
"There are a few discrepancies that need to be addressed."
Haytham sighed and rubbed his temples. He had never quite understood the animosity between his son and his second-in-command, nor was he ever likely to, and right now he wasn't in the mood to suffer through another one of their verbal spats.
After Connor had wiped the floor with Charles one time too many, he'd made the boy promise to never lay a finger on the man again. Unfortunately this recent ban on their physical altercations seemed to increase the frequency of their arguing in Haytham's presence, and Haytham was forced to admit that maybe he'd made a mistake. Maybe, not that he'd ever admit to it aloud, maybe he ought to let his son kill Charles Lee, if only to spare him from further migraines.
"Charles, it's quite alright. I'll go over the report with Connor later."
"But, sir -"
"I insist. Now, would you like to accompany me to dinner?"
"Yes, sir! I'd be delighted to."
Connor rolled his eyes. As if everyone wasn't going to be eating the same thing at the same time and place anyway.
"Connor, why don't you freshen up? The showers should be empty right now."
"Okay." And just because he could, he gave his father a quick peck on the cheek, discreetly giving Lee a sidelong glance. As expected, he was greeted to the sight of Lee vibrating from barely restrained anger. Maybe Lee would throw another tantrum and make an ass out of himself in front of his precious Mr. Kenway.
Again.
Connor nearly gave his game away, but managed to stop himself from snorting out loud just in time. His father seemed to be occupied with observing Lee's startlingly hostile demeanor and reddening face to pay any attention to his son, and Connor took advantage of the situation.
"I'll visit your rooms later, daddy," he drawled huskily. "When you're alone and... Lonely."
Haytham was too busy trying to strong-arm Charles towards the cafeteria to notice his son's suddenly strange behavior.
"Yes, yes, fine. Off you go then."
Charles seemed ready to blow up any second now - was the sight of his son truly that detrimental to the man's blood pressure? - and he'd rather avoid any bloodbaths.
It wasn't until much later that Connor's words seemed to register in Haytham's brain. What was this about being lonely? And since when did Connor call him daddy? Maybe his son was more exhausted than he let on.
*
"Look, Desmond, I really need to get back to Rebecca. Something important came up. I'm sure you can manage one shower alone, hmm?" Shaun pushed Desmond inside and hurried away. "Just follow your nose if you get hungry!"
Desmond stared after Shaun, too tired to do anything. He was so exhausted, he didn't even jump when another figure suddenly appeared before him.
"Are you alright? You look tired."
It was the guy from before, voice gentle.
"I'm about to fall asleep and my head is killing me. Other than that, I'm just fine." He took a closer look at the guy. "I'm Desmond, as you probably know. And you're Connor, right?"
Connor nodded and Desmond wanted to say something else, but his thoughts were hindered.
Connor was naked.
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Next chapter: our boys take a shower, but sadly no smut
Notes: - HaythCon is not gonna be an actual pairing in this fic, I'm just using it for comedic purposes here (and Connor's motivations to troll Charles Lee will be explained later). But if even the idea of joking about HaythCon is a major squick, please let me know so I can make changes to any future chapters.
FILL: Juno's Children (1b/?)
"Am I gay?" Desmond slurred.
"Pardon?"
"Just before I thought I died, there was a... Vision. I think I saw a man. He was... Half-naked. I... I think I swallowed something."
The corners of Shaun's mouth twitched but he resisted making any remarks. As much as he loved to take the piss out of Desmond, an easy target even when the poor guy had his defenses up, this was like taking candy from a baby. Desmond was too disoriented, and in no state to appreciate his particular brand of comments. Later, he decided.
"Dark, tall and handsome? Looks like a Greek god? That would be Connor Kenway. He's the one that found you."
Kenway. Now why did that name sound familiar?
Desmond shot up straight, nearly falling off the bed. If his father wasn't here yet, then that meant Kenway -
"Desmond Miles?"
A man with graying hair had stepped inside the infirmary. His eyes were cold and calculating as he looked Desmond over, hands clasped behind his back. If the devil was indeed real, here he stood. Even Shaun looked intimidated by the man's presence.
"My name is Haytham Kenway, and I'll be your handler for the time being. From now on you'll report to me, until you get assigned to someone else."
So. His dad wasn't coming. Probably. He knew better than to ask.
Haytham took a step towards Desmond, likely noticing he wasn't receiving the younger man's full attention.
"I don't care how it was at your base, here you follow my rules. You don't talk, you don't eat, you don't so much as take a piss without my permission. Am I making myself clear?"
"Y-yes, sir."
"Good. Feel free to use the toilet. When you feel like you've gotten enough rest, you may visit the communal showers and cafeteria. I'm sure Mr. Hastings knows his way around and will be delighted to -"
Shaun opened his mouth to object but one look from Haytham silenced him.
"...Delighted to bring you up to speed. Now, as much as I'd love to interrogate you, that will have to wait as I have an insolent, wayward son in need of punishment. Report to me tomorrow, someone will show you where to find me." Haytham's face grew dark and he left the room just as quickly as he came. Desmond felt pity and despair for the man's poor son.
"What is he gonna do to his son?"
Shaun shrugged. "Spank him, probably, if the rumors are to be believed."
"You know what, I don't wanna know. Forget I asked."
*
The hallway looked empty. Connor took careful, quiet steps, wondering if he'd get to spend the rest of his day in peace. Alas, no such luck.
"Connor!"
Connor turned around and there was his father, in the flesh. His father looked pissed and so Connor stopped in his tracks and waited for his father to catch up with him.
"If you think you can pull that shit you did today without repercussions, you are sadly mistaken."
Connor waited a moment, but when nothing else was forthcoming, guessed the real reason behind his father's upset and stiff demeanor.
He lunged to hug his father, squeezing tight. His father didn't move a muscle.
"I'm okay."
"As punishment, tomorrow you'll do three hours worth of extra training, and you have both animal care and gardening duty for the rest of the week."
Connor tucked his face under Haytham's chin and smiled. "I love you too, father."
"... I suppose you can take the rest of today off and recuperate from your mission."
"Thank you, father."
There was a cough and Connor disentangled from his father to see Charles Lee standing a few feet away. Connor's lip curled in disgust. Lee shot him a quick glare, before addressing his father.
"Mr. Kenway, sir, before you set your rabid son loose, I'd like to go over the mission report with him."
Connor huffed, choosing to ignore the insult. "I already gave my report to Hickey."
"There are a few discrepancies that need to be addressed."
Haytham sighed and rubbed his temples. He had never quite understood the animosity between his son and his second-in-command, nor was he ever likely to, and right now he wasn't in the mood to suffer through another one of their verbal spats.
After Connor had wiped the floor with Charles one time too many, he'd made the boy promise to never lay a finger on the man again. Unfortunately this recent ban on their physical altercations seemed to increase the frequency of their arguing in Haytham's presence, and Haytham was forced to admit that maybe he'd made a mistake. Maybe, not that he'd ever admit to it aloud, maybe he ought to let his son kill Charles Lee, if only to spare him from further migraines.
"Charles, it's quite alright. I'll go over the report with Connor later."
"But, sir -"
"I insist. Now, would you like to accompany me to dinner?"
"Yes, sir! I'd be delighted to."
Connor rolled his eyes. As if everyone wasn't going to be eating the same thing at the same time and place anyway.
"Connor, why don't you freshen up? The showers should be empty right now."
"Okay." And just because he could, he gave his father a quick peck on the cheek, discreetly giving Lee a sidelong glance. As expected, he was greeted to the sight of Lee vibrating from barely restrained anger. Maybe Lee would throw another tantrum and make an ass out of himself in front of his precious Mr. Kenway.
Again.
Connor nearly gave his game away, but managed to stop himself from snorting out loud just in time. His father seemed to be occupied with observing Lee's startlingly hostile demeanor and reddening face to pay any attention to his son, and Connor took advantage of the situation.
"I'll visit your rooms later, daddy," he drawled huskily. "When you're alone and... Lonely."
Haytham was too busy trying to strong-arm Charles towards the cafeteria to notice his son's suddenly strange behavior.
"Yes, yes, fine. Off you go then."
Charles seemed ready to blow up any second now - was the sight of his son truly that detrimental to the man's blood pressure? - and he'd rather avoid any bloodbaths.
It wasn't until much later that Connor's words seemed to register in Haytham's brain. What was this about being lonely? And since when did Connor call him daddy? Maybe his son was more exhausted than he let on.
*
"Look, Desmond, I really need to get back to Rebecca. Something important came up. I'm sure you can manage one shower alone, hmm?" Shaun pushed Desmond inside and hurried away. "Just follow your nose if you get hungry!"
Desmond stared after Shaun, too tired to do anything. He was so exhausted, he didn't even jump when another figure suddenly appeared before him.
"Are you alright? You look tired."
It was the guy from before, voice gentle.
"I'm about to fall asleep and my head is killing me. Other than that, I'm just fine." He took a closer look at the guy. "I'm Desmond, as you probably know. And you're Connor, right?"
Connor nodded and Desmond wanted to say something else, but his thoughts were hindered.
Connor was naked.
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Next chapter: our boys take a shower, but sadly no smut
Notes:
- HaythCon is not gonna be an actual pairing in this fic, I'm just using it for comedic purposes here (and Connor's motivations to troll Charles Lee will be explained later). But if even the idea of joking about HaythCon is a major squick, please let me know so I can make changes to any future chapters.