All right Anons I have not changed the way that story will end so it’s still going to be very soon however I did push it back a bit so I could squeeze in one last shot of WashCon (things are getting really busy here because of several incidents--nothing that needs worry--so I want to finish the story before I get so busy I won’t have anytime to work on it). I know there’s lots of things the Apple can do however because Washington really lacks the knowledge on how to use it and exactly what it can do I think he’d seriously underestimate its overall capabilities. And unlike Altair who used the Apple to unlock knowledge I just think he would ignore that and only use it in ways that would help him get what he wants, which right now is Connor back. Sorry about mistakes once more I don’t to delay this next update any longer. Thank you all for reviewing! (Also sorry but I couldn’t end up doing the Washington forcing Connor to moan thing even though I said I would, unexpected slab leak stopped me. Curse you bad pipes!)
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When night fell upon the homestead the sounds of cannon fire and the screams of dying men had still not pierced the air. Connor sat in the chair, a fidgeting mess as he anxiously awaited to know the outcome of the sea battle that was still awaiting to take place. Haytham had tried to explain to him that the Aquila had probably declared its desire to have a day to prepare for the following morning, but it did little to soothe his shuddering heart. He wished the soldiers would let him go to the window to peer down into the bay, but the only movement they allowed was shifting in his seat. He tapped his foot against the ground in a fast beat as he stared down at his hands, quietly thinking of what he could do to escape should the plan fail. He heard Haytham grunt irritatedly across from him and he mumbled a soft apology. The man had expressed his desire to sleep due to the lack of it when he was aboard Washington’s and had complained three times already about his ‘incessant foot-banging’. How could the man be so relaxed when their fates hung in the balance of a greatly skewed bet? Then again Haytham didn’t await the same torture he did, he didn’t and never would feel those cruel hands grip him so tightly they left bruises for months upon his thighs and arms. Slumping back in his seat he supposed he should get some rest at least, even if it was only for a few minutes. It would clear his head and hopefully give him a leg up on thinking of a plan on how to escape should things go sour. He rested his eyes gently and before he could even think about relaxing he was asleep, into the cold darkness of his dreams.
The soft creak that sounded upon the loose floorboard in the kitchen was nearly inaudible, however it was enough to rouse Connor out of his short sleep. His spine stiffened as he heard the light sound of boots upon wood behind him and for a moment hoped that it was the soldier getting something to eat from the kitchen. His body seized up before he could even think to spring out of his seat and away from the man sneaking in. The Apple’s power made sure he didn’t even try, feeling a hand grab his hood before pulling it down.
“Should you not be on your ship?” Connor felt himself asking before he even knew what he was saying. There was a low chuckle behind him before Washington moved in front.
“I am.” His voice was barely above that of a whisper as he leaned down and picked him up, adjusting them to where he Washington has now sitting in his seat while he sat upon his lap. He opened his mouth to protest but his throat tightened instead letting out a trembling breath as Washington’s lips found his exposed neck.
“The Apple allows me to create clones of myself, I only recently discovered it. Allowing me to be in two places at once.” He grinned against his skin, pulling down Connor’s breeches slowly. “Tomorrow my men will decimate that piece of rotted wood you call a ship along with your savage friend and traitor Lee.” Connor felt a yell ready to burst from his lips before the man raised a finger to them to silence him. “Quiet, you don’t want to wake your father do you?”
Connor froze as he suddenly remembered the sleeping form of his father seated across from him, his heart jumped as he shifted before snoring softly. Washington leaned in closer with a delighted grin as he kissed at his neck. He shut his eyes an concentrated on keeping down his squeaks in surprise and hissed in response. Why, why did this have to happen to him? Why was Washington so obsessed with chasing after him? Why couldn’t he truly be free like before? He stiffened when he felt the man shift and move a little as the sound of him slipping off his breeches filled his ears. At that moment he contemplated screaming and awakening his father, hoping that instead of sitting their shocked he could immediately leap to his aid. But then what? Washington would just use the Apple to control their bodies to freeze them in place, he would now have an audience. Just as he had been fearful of Kanen'tó:kon’s eyes falling upon him in the throne room, witnessing the most vile form of a power display, he was now terrified of having his father’s own eyes see him. He didn’t know how much of what he believed was true however it was certain that Connor didn’t stir up some feelings of disappointment from Haytham and although there wasn’t anything he could have really down to expect what was happening now, did he really want his father to wake up to see him giving into to Washington’s demands? Perhaps he would just some up his submissiveness to the weakness that he now had. After all what can such a weak man as he do when put in such a complicated situation? Maybe if he had just stayed with Washington when the cannons had bombarded the fort those weeks ago, protested to the rescue and tried to make his way make in the dark of night. That would save the crew’s, Faulkner’s and Kanen'tó:kon’s life for sure, they did not deserve to die for him.
“Wait.” He mumbled softly, still rigid against the king’s chest. Blue eyes glanced down at him as the man paused for a moment raising a light eyebrow.
“What is it, Connor?” Washington didn’t look like he wanted to wait and Connor tried not to glance down to see the throbbing reason as to why he didn’t. He wetted his lips softly before he whispered softly.
“Call off the bet, just sneak me aboard one of your ships and take me back to the palace. I will not protest and will not try to run, just please leave these people alone. They do not deserve to die.” He made sure to make his tone pleading, wishing his body was slightly more in his control so that he could do anything to make Washington favor his offer. The man was silent for a moment, his eyes darkening as he thought it over for a moment before he responded.
“No.” Connor felt his heart rise into his throat at the thought of his friends’ dying faces as they sank into the cold water. “I will not be going back to the palace. I quite like it here, very quite and homely. I shall make my residence here as soon as the battle is over and all of your friend’s have been taken care of.”
Connor felt his eyes light up in anger and right before he snarled out the sudden upwards thrust of something very thick and hard into him left him sputtering. He had never once been grateful of the man’s kisses, but at that moment he was glad Washington had chosen to eagerly shove his tongue down his throat. His body shook lightly as he gasped into the kiss to get the breath that had been forced out of his lungs back, tears pricking the corner of his eyes at the harsh sting. Had it really been so long since his last encounter with this man? Had his body become so unaccustomed to such an act so quickly the whole last years being dedicated to it to night and day? He supposes it his just his mind making it so much worse, for it only took one hour of his hands being free from the chains to make it forget every little pain that accompanied such a physical thing.
As soon as the kiss broke Connor silently gasped for breath, whimpering terribly at the cruel pace the king at set up. He’s thrusting into him desperately and quickly, perhaps even he is worried about Haytham waking too soon. He has to give his father credit though, what a heavy sleeper he is for a Templar. His mind snaps back to Washington as his lips press against his ear before whispering.
“The residents of here will follow them, I do not need any more uprisings or hard to control minds under my reign.” His eyes shoot up in alarm, nearly screaming in protest.
“Please, no” He begs quietly, his voice turning high at the end as he arches his back to another sharp thrust. “T-There must b-be another way.”
“There is no other way, foolish boy. They have accepted their fate, hiding and stealing a valuable possession from their beloved king. Besides with these fools dead we will have the protection and peace this land has to offer us, away from those would be traitors that inhabit that blasted city. I should have built my palace here.” His eyes clouded as he continued to muse, only half thinking about the act he was preforming on him. Connor felt himself start to panic as Washington’s mindless ramblings grew louder and Haytham began to stir. Letting out a quiet mewl he quickly recaptured the tyrant’s attention who grinned shrewdly.
“Enjoying yourself, Connor? I should have known you’d no doubt be eager to continue this as well.” Thrusting sharply causing him to gasp loudly before biting his lip to hold back the sharp refusal that nearly jumped out. He let his mind go blank, letting him his body simply lie there and take it, ignoring when the king’s lips were smashed against his one, greedily sucking. Ignored everything. It wasn’t long before the body beneath him shuddered letting out a low moan before filling him up with sickening heat. He pulled out carelessly, making him hiss lightly at the ache the man had left him with before his breeches were pulled up roughly. Groaning lightly he could care less if Haytham awakened now, the man would figure out what had taken place one way or another, at least however he wasn’t conscious for the actual event. He felt his body go limp before he even realized that the Apple was no longer controlling him as he slumped off of Washington’s lap and onto the floor with a loud thump. There was a shuddering gasp as someone struggled for breath, assuming it first to be himself, that is until he saw the movement out of the corner of his eye.
Haytham was struggling for breath, his eyes wide awake as their narrowed on Washington. The king was adjusting his breeches with the most satisfied smirk upon his lips as he sat back in the seat comfortably, the soldiers still pointing their muskets towards them.
“You horrid bastard!” He roared as he struggled against the chains on his wrists, he was too awake there was no way he could have been sleeping with just how aware he is.
“So you were awake the whole time were you?” Washington asked with false innocence, making Connor want to disappear. Was he supposed to suffer from the fact that everyone not only knew but saw him in his most helpless state?
“It seems you weren’t quiet enough, Connor.” Washington tutted lightly, taking amount to glance down at his still from. He wouldn’t move, he wouldn’t protest. Hopefully his subservience would give the homestead residents a chance to be spared from Achilles wrath. “No matter, you shall be dead before midday tomorrow.”
“I’ll kill you for this, for everything you’ve done, all the stupidity your ignorance has reaped.” Haytham promised, his eyes were lit in fury as he struggled against his bonds. “I’ll do it slowly, when your mind his free from that blasted thing as you sob out over and over ‘I don’t know what I’ve done wrong!’ Then when I think you’ve had enough I’ll kill you, never once telling you what you torture was for, even as the life fades from your eyes, you’ll die as ignorant as you were in life.” Haytham hissed as Washington chuckled amusedly.
“A bit dramatic isn’t, Haytham? Perhaps you should tone down your desire to be the center of attention with such interestingly designed fools’ plans. I thought of a much better demise for you, I think you’d like it. Tomorrow when I have won, I will take you out to the cliffs behind the house and have the Apple force you off. Clean and simple isn’t it?” He mused thoughtfully, his tone taking to one of that of terrifying glee.
“What if I survive Washington? You know how much of a pest I can be.” He cautioned lightly.
“If you do, which I seriously doubt, I look forward to seeing you upon my door step ready to be thrown once more. I shall do that until you finally die, your luck will run out soon enough.” Connor nearly laughed at both of their suggestions, both were cruel and vindictive selections of fates chosen for an enemy, but both left a chance of survival for them. They both didn’t want death to come quick to their enemy and yet it seemed they liked having a slim chance being open for their enemy to live, maybe it’s their egos getting in the way of ending each other with a single shot or stab to the neck.
Thankfully Connor was never a dramatic man.
He summoned whatever strength he had left and leapt up, unsheathing the small knife Achilles had given him since his return--keeping it hidden beneath the coat on his chest--and drove it into the awaiting flesh.
Of the King’s shoulder.
He nearly screamed in anger at once again missing the king’s neck like he did all those years ago. He did however feel a bit of satisfaction as Washington shouted in pain, glaring at him for a split second before a fist connected with his head sending him flying onto the ground. He felt a light grin spread across his face despite his darkening vision as Washington snarled in pain as he heard the sliding of the knife being pulled free.
It was better to go down fighting than to be a sheep, he realized.
Welcome to the New Age - Part 20/???
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When night fell upon the homestead the sounds of cannon fire and the screams of dying men had still not pierced the air. Connor sat in the chair, a fidgeting mess as he anxiously awaited to know the outcome of the sea battle that was still awaiting to take place. Haytham had tried to explain to him that the Aquila had probably declared its desire to have a day to prepare for the following morning, but it did little to soothe his shuddering heart. He wished the soldiers would let him go to the window to peer down into the bay, but the only movement they allowed was shifting in his seat. He tapped his foot against the ground in a fast beat as he stared down at his hands, quietly thinking of what he could do to escape should the plan fail. He heard Haytham grunt irritatedly across from him and he mumbled a soft apology. The man had expressed his desire to sleep due to the lack of it when he was aboard Washington’s and had complained three times already about his ‘incessant foot-banging’. How could the man be so relaxed when their fates hung in the balance of a greatly skewed bet? Then again Haytham didn’t await the same torture he did, he didn’t and never would feel those cruel hands grip him so tightly they left bruises for months upon his thighs and arms. Slumping back in his seat he supposed he should get some rest at least, even if it was only for a few minutes. It would clear his head and hopefully give him a leg up on thinking of a plan on how to escape should things go sour. He rested his eyes gently and before he could even think about relaxing he was asleep, into the cold darkness of his dreams.
The soft creak that sounded upon the loose floorboard in the kitchen was nearly inaudible, however it was enough to rouse Connor out of his short sleep. His spine stiffened as he heard the light sound of boots upon wood behind him and for a moment hoped that it was the soldier getting something to eat from the kitchen. His body seized up before he could even think to spring out of his seat and away from the man sneaking in. The Apple’s power made sure he didn’t even try, feeling a hand grab his hood before pulling it down.
“Should you not be on your ship?” Connor felt himself asking before he even knew what he was saying. There was a low chuckle behind him before Washington moved in front.
“I am.” His voice was barely above that of a whisper as he leaned down and picked him up, adjusting them to where he Washington has now sitting in his seat while he sat upon his lap. He opened his mouth to protest but his throat tightened instead letting out a trembling breath as Washington’s lips found his exposed neck.
“The Apple allows me to create clones of myself, I only recently discovered it. Allowing me to be in two places at once.” He grinned against his skin, pulling down Connor’s breeches slowly. “Tomorrow my men will decimate that piece of rotted wood you call a ship along with your savage friend and traitor Lee.” Connor felt a yell ready to burst from his lips before the man raised a finger to them to silence him. “Quiet, you don’t want to wake your father do you?”
Connor froze as he suddenly remembered the sleeping form of his father seated across from him, his heart jumped as he shifted before snoring softly. Washington leaned in closer with a delighted grin as he kissed at his neck. He shut his eyes an concentrated on keeping down his squeaks in surprise and hissed in response. Why, why did this have to happen to him? Why was Washington so obsessed with chasing after him? Why couldn’t he truly be free like before? He stiffened when he felt the man shift and move a little as the sound of him slipping off his breeches filled his ears. At that moment he contemplated screaming and awakening his father, hoping that instead of sitting their shocked he could immediately leap to his aid. But then what? Washington would just use the Apple to control their bodies to freeze them in place, he would now have an audience. Just as he had been fearful of Kanen'tó:kon’s eyes falling upon him in the throne room, witnessing the most vile form of a power display, he was now terrified of having his father’s own eyes see him. He didn’t know how much of what he believed was true however it was certain that Connor didn’t stir up some feelings of disappointment from Haytham and although there wasn’t anything he could have really down to expect what was happening now, did he really want his father to wake up to see him giving into to Washington’s demands? Perhaps he would just some up his submissiveness to the weakness that he now had. After all what can such a weak man as he do when put in such a complicated situation? Maybe if he had just stayed with Washington when the cannons had bombarded the fort those weeks ago, protested to the rescue and tried to make his way make in the dark of night. That would save the crew’s, Faulkner’s and Kanen'tó:kon’s life for sure, they did not deserve to die for him.
“Wait.” He mumbled softly, still rigid against the king’s chest. Blue eyes glanced down at him as the man paused for a moment raising a light eyebrow.
“What is it, Connor?” Washington didn’t look like he wanted to wait and Connor tried not to glance down to see the throbbing reason as to why he didn’t. He wetted his lips softly before he whispered softly.
“Call off the bet, just sneak me aboard one of your ships and take me back to the palace. I will not protest and will not try to run, just please leave these people alone. They do not deserve to die.” He made sure to make his tone pleading, wishing his body was slightly more in his control so that he could do anything to make Washington favor his offer. The man was silent for a moment, his eyes darkening as he thought it over for a moment before he responded.
“No.” Connor felt his heart rise into his throat at the thought of his friends’ dying faces as they sank into the cold water. “I will not be going back to the palace. I quite like it here, very quite and homely. I shall make my residence here as soon as the battle is over and all of your friend’s have been taken care of.”
Connor felt his eyes light up in anger and right before he snarled out the sudden upwards thrust of something very thick and hard into him left him sputtering. He had never once been grateful of the man’s kisses, but at that moment he was glad Washington had chosen to eagerly shove his tongue down his throat. His body shook lightly as he gasped into the kiss to get the breath that had been forced out of his lungs back, tears pricking the corner of his eyes at the harsh sting. Had it really been so long since his last encounter with this man? Had his body become so unaccustomed to such an act so quickly the whole last years being dedicated to it to night and day? He supposes it his just his mind making it so much worse, for it only took one hour of his hands being free from the chains to make it forget every little pain that accompanied such a physical thing.
As soon as the kiss broke Connor silently gasped for breath, whimpering terribly at the cruel pace the king at set up. He’s thrusting into him desperately and quickly, perhaps even he is worried about Haytham waking too soon. He has to give his father credit though, what a heavy sleeper he is for a Templar. His mind snaps back to Washington as his lips press against his ear before whispering.
“The residents of here will follow them, I do not need any more uprisings or hard to control minds under my reign.” His eyes shoot up in alarm, nearly screaming in protest.
“Please, no” He begs quietly, his voice turning high at the end as he arches his back to another sharp thrust. “T-There must b-be another way.”
“There is no other way, foolish boy. They have accepted their fate, hiding and stealing a valuable possession from their beloved king. Besides with these fools dead we will have the protection and peace this land has to offer us, away from those would be traitors that inhabit that blasted city. I should have built my palace here.” His eyes clouded as he continued to muse, only half thinking about the act he was preforming on him. Connor felt himself start to panic as Washington’s mindless ramblings grew louder and Haytham began to stir. Letting out a quiet mewl he quickly recaptured the tyrant’s attention who grinned shrewdly.
“Enjoying yourself, Connor? I should have known you’d no doubt be eager to continue this as well.” Thrusting sharply causing him to gasp loudly before biting his lip to hold back the sharp refusal that nearly jumped out. He let his mind go blank, letting him his body simply lie there and take it, ignoring when the king’s lips were smashed against his one, greedily sucking. Ignored everything. It wasn’t long before the body beneath him shuddered letting out a low moan before filling him up with sickening heat. He pulled out carelessly, making him hiss lightly at the ache the man had left him with before his breeches were pulled up roughly. Groaning lightly he could care less if Haytham awakened now, the man would figure out what had taken place one way or another, at least however he wasn’t conscious for the actual event. He felt his body go limp before he even realized that the Apple was no longer controlling him as he slumped off of Washington’s lap and onto the floor with a loud thump. There was a shuddering gasp as someone struggled for breath, assuming it first to be himself, that is until he saw the movement out of the corner of his eye.
Haytham was struggling for breath, his eyes wide awake as their narrowed on Washington. The king was adjusting his breeches with the most satisfied smirk upon his lips as he sat back in the seat comfortably, the soldiers still pointing their muskets towards them.
“You horrid bastard!” He roared as he struggled against the chains on his wrists, he was too awake there was no way he could have been sleeping with just how aware he is.
“So you were awake the whole time were you?” Washington asked with false innocence, making Connor want to disappear. Was he supposed to suffer from the fact that everyone not only knew but saw him in his most helpless state?
“It seems you weren’t quiet enough, Connor.” Washington tutted lightly, taking amount to glance down at his still from. He wouldn’t move, he wouldn’t protest. Hopefully his subservience would give the homestead residents a chance to be spared from Achilles wrath. “No matter, you shall be dead before midday tomorrow.”
“I’ll kill you for this, for everything you’ve done, all the stupidity your ignorance has reaped.” Haytham promised, his eyes were lit in fury as he struggled against his bonds. “I’ll do it slowly, when your mind his free from that blasted thing as you sob out over and over ‘I don’t know what I’ve done wrong!’ Then when I think you’ve had enough I’ll kill you, never once telling you what you torture was for, even as the life fades from your eyes, you’ll die as ignorant as you were in life.” Haytham hissed as Washington chuckled amusedly.
“A bit dramatic isn’t, Haytham? Perhaps you should tone down your desire to be the center of attention with such interestingly designed fools’ plans. I thought of a much better demise for you, I think you’d like it. Tomorrow when I have won, I will take you out to the cliffs behind the house and have the Apple force you off. Clean and simple isn’t it?” He mused thoughtfully, his tone taking to one of that of terrifying glee.
“What if I survive Washington? You know how much of a pest I can be.” He cautioned lightly.
“If you do, which I seriously doubt, I look forward to seeing you upon my door step ready to be thrown once more. I shall do that until you finally die, your luck will run out soon enough.” Connor nearly laughed at both of their suggestions, both were cruel and vindictive selections of fates chosen for an enemy, but both left a chance of survival for them. They both didn’t want death to come quick to their enemy and yet it seemed they liked having a slim chance being open for their enemy to live, maybe it’s their egos getting in the way of ending each other with a single shot or stab to the neck.
Thankfully Connor was never a dramatic man.
He summoned whatever strength he had left and leapt up, unsheathing the small knife Achilles had given him since his return--keeping it hidden beneath the coat on his chest--and drove it into the awaiting flesh.
Of the King’s shoulder.
He nearly screamed in anger at once again missing the king’s neck like he did all those years ago. He did however feel a bit of satisfaction as Washington shouted in pain, glaring at him for a split second before a fist connected with his head sending him flying onto the ground. He felt a light grin spread across his face despite his darkening vision as Washington snarled in pain as he heard the sliding of the knife being pulled free.
It was better to go down fighting than to be a sheep, he realized.