So far, dinner was a silent event. Well for Connor's part, anyway. He tried to focus on the large meal in front of him, after all he had been quite hungry; but knowing that he was on par with (if not lower) the General's dogs, left a bitter taste in his mouth. Charles clearly enjoyed the sound of his own voice, along with the reactions he could get out of the still willful Omega with the inappropriate touches under the dining room table.
The Assassin didn't even hear half of what his mortal enemy was saying - something about new acquisitions - as a gloved hand rubbed distractingly up and down his thigh. He had to duck his head many times to hide his flushed face when servants would enter between courses. Connor had attempted to shake the limb off, only to wince and gasp in pain as fingers clawed deep into his leg. All the while, his assailant continued speaking without a hitch.
"Going over your ledger this morning, I must say that I'm actually impressed," Charles remarked as he finally withdrew his hand from underneath the table. "I had no idea you were quite the entrepreneur. All those acres of land in your name, the wealth that you've accumulated from its resources; in addition to the bounty from the Aquila's privateer contracts, is quite astounding. You have no idea how much I appreciate such a generous contribution to the Order."
Connor glared darkly at his mate. The thought of the Templars desecrating the Manor at the Homestead with their presence - sifting through both his and Achilles' belongs- unnerved him to no end. However, the idea of his enemies stealing all that he and many others had worked for made him absolutely livid. How dare they!
"What do you mean by that, Lee?" he demanded furiously "The land belonged to Achilles, and all the assets you mentioned will remain with the Davenport Homestead residents."
Charles' raised an eyebrow while taking a sip of his wine. "You honestly didn't know? The sentimental old fool had a will, Connor. It is a legal document, declaring you and your chosen mate are to be the beneficiaries of his property and fortune."
For a long moment, the half-native Assassin was stunned into silence. He knew his mentor had cared for him like a parent. The old man named him after his own deceased son, trained and educated him to become an Assassin, stood beside him in place of a father during the wedding ceremony. But for Achilles to give him everything...
"I..." he began, voice wavering slightly as he slammed his hands down onto the table, "I did not choose you!"
The Templar only raised an eyebrow at the fierce scowl thrown his way. Connor would have liked to thrown much more than that, such his plate, or better yet the silverware; but he cannot. His loathsome mate is just waiting for an excuse to spill more innocent blood.
"Oh but you did, honey," Charles says with a cruel smile. The endearment makes Connor flinch and shudder from the memory of their first time. "You chose me as your Alpha, in front of all those lovely people who are currently safe and living on our land. We are recognized as husband and wife both by church and law, the latter of course is more important."
When Lee produced a marriage license, Connor felt his stomach drop down to the floor. He did not know how the Templar acquired one so quickly. Charles must have planned this right after the failed execution. Both his and Washington's. The latter was still in danger, he had to remind himself yet again.
"Furthermore, Connor, you will address me as your husband. Calling me by our surname is no longer acceptable," the Alpha informed him, dabbing his mouth before pushing back his seat before standing. "I'm afraid you'll have to dine alone for the last course, I need to return to my study. But, you will join me there for afternoon tea at four-thirty. Understood?"
The Assassin glared back at him, but the older man waited for a verbal response.
"Four-thirty? Not five, Charles?" Connor hissed his husband's name back like it was an obscenity.
"Four-thirty," the said Templar confirmed. "If you're incapable of telling time, I can have a servant escort you."
"I am sure I can manage."
Connor did not dare take his eyes off the other for a moment. Not even when the Alpha approached him, placing his hands upon the chair's armrests while leaning forward. He tensed, leaning his head back in a futile effort to escape the hungry and possessive kiss. There was no affection in it, of course. Merely a reminder of their roles as master and slave, instead of husband and wife.
"Enjoy your dessert, sweetheart," Charles purred lowly into his ear before nipping at the lobe. "I will take pleasure in mine, later."
To his credit, the Omega remained perfectly as lips descended to their favorite spot upon his throat, and made it redder than before. It was only a few minutes after the older man departed, did Connor finally allow himself to move. He slumped forward in his chair, and buried his face into shaking hands.
Second Fill - The Honey Moon - Part 6/?
The Assassin didn't even hear half of what his mortal enemy was saying - something about new acquisitions - as a gloved hand rubbed distractingly up and down his thigh. He had to duck his head many times to hide his flushed face when servants would enter between courses. Connor had attempted to shake the limb off, only to wince and gasp in pain as fingers clawed deep into his leg. All the while, his assailant continued speaking without a hitch.
"Going over your ledger this morning, I must say that I'm actually impressed," Charles remarked as he finally withdrew his hand from underneath the table. "I had no idea you were quite the entrepreneur. All those acres of land in your name, the wealth that you've accumulated from its resources; in addition to the bounty from the Aquila's privateer contracts, is quite astounding. You have no idea how much I appreciate such a generous contribution to the Order."
Connor glared darkly at his mate. The thought of the Templars desecrating the Manor at the Homestead with their presence - sifting through both his and Achilles' belongs- unnerved him to no end. However, the idea of his enemies stealing all that he and many others had worked for made him absolutely livid. How dare they!
"What do you mean by that, Lee?" he demanded furiously "The land belonged to Achilles, and all the assets you mentioned will remain with the Davenport Homestead residents."
Charles' raised an eyebrow while taking a sip of his wine. "You honestly didn't know? The sentimental old fool had a will, Connor. It is a legal document, declaring you and your chosen mate are to be the beneficiaries of his property and fortune."
For a long moment, the half-native Assassin was stunned into silence. He knew his mentor had cared for him like a parent. The old man named him after his own deceased son, trained and educated him to become an Assassin, stood beside him in place of a father during the wedding ceremony. But for Achilles to give him everything...
"I..." he began, voice wavering slightly as he slammed his hands down onto the table, "I did not choose you!"
The Templar only raised an eyebrow at the fierce scowl thrown his way. Connor would have liked to thrown much more than that, such his plate, or better yet the silverware; but he cannot. His loathsome mate is just waiting for an excuse to spill more innocent blood.
"Oh but you did, honey," Charles says with a cruel smile. The endearment makes Connor flinch and shudder from the memory of their first time. "You chose me as your Alpha, in front of all those lovely people who are currently safe and living on our land. We are recognized as husband and wife both by church and law, the latter of course is more important."
When Lee produced a marriage license, Connor felt his stomach drop down to the floor. He did not know how the Templar acquired one so quickly. Charles must have planned this right after the failed execution. Both his and Washington's. The latter was still in danger, he had to remind himself yet again.
"Furthermore, Connor, you will address me as your husband. Calling me by our surname is no longer acceptable," the Alpha informed him, dabbing his mouth before pushing back his seat before standing. "I'm afraid you'll have to dine alone for the last course, I need to return to my study. But, you will join me there for afternoon tea at four-thirty. Understood?"
The Assassin glared back at him, but the older man waited for a verbal response.
"Four-thirty? Not five, Charles?" Connor hissed his husband's name back like it was an obscenity.
"Four-thirty," the said Templar confirmed. "If you're incapable of telling time, I can have a servant escort you."
"I am sure I can manage."
Connor did not dare take his eyes off the other for a moment. Not even when the Alpha approached him, placing his hands upon the chair's armrests while leaning forward. He tensed, leaning his head back in a futile effort to escape the hungry and possessive kiss. There was no affection in it, of course. Merely a reminder of their roles as master and slave, instead of husband and wife.
"Enjoy your dessert, sweetheart," Charles purred lowly into his ear before nipping at the lobe. "I will take pleasure in mine, later."
To his credit, the Omega remained perfectly as lips descended to their favorite spot upon his throat, and made it redder than before. It was only a few minutes after the older man departed, did Connor finally allow himself to move. He slumped forward in his chair, and buried his face into shaking hands.