Outwardly, Connor tries to sit still and to keep his face neutral; but on the inside he is an anxious mess. Tea that a maid had served (at exactly four-thirty) does help with his nerves. At first the steaming cup of Earl Grey is too bitter for his tastes. So he adds milk and honey to sweeten the tea up as much as he can, before draining it. The liquid warms his body going down, and ceases his trembling. A small, quiet, sigh of contentment escapes his lips. However, when Connor sets the empty cup back down on its saucer, he tenses up again as those hawk-like blue watch him from the other side of the desk. His husband regarded him silently, over the rim of his own cup, taking only a sip before speaking.
"Have you ever performed fellatio on another man?"
The question was asked so casually, that it takes a long moment for Connor to register it in his mind, before he sputters angrily with a rosy blush staining his cheeks. "Of course not! What sort of question is that?!"
"An educational one," Charles responded quite seriously. "I need to know how much experience you have in regards to giving and receiving pleasure. It seems you are painfully lacking. As your Alpha, I will need to instruct you."
Connor frowned, his golden-brown gaze narrowing.
"No."
Charles blinked, eyebrows raised in surprise.
"No?"
His mortal enemy actually looked stunned by the rejection, and the Assassin felt a little bolder as he lifted his chin up in defiance. Being the child of two Alphas, he had always been a willful Omega. So stubborn and bold, that many believed Connor to be an Alpha himself (not that he ever corrected them). After all not many Omegas were known to question authority, start revolutions, captain ships, or charge into battle and assassinate enemy commanders in front of their platoons.
The only time Connor actually remembers letting his guard down in public was whenever he was with Washington. Perhaps it was when Sam Adams had introduced them, that he actually acted the part of a subservient Omega, completely forgetting his ire for Lee who had also been in the same room at that time. The Commander had never asked him; but Connor was certain he had known by the way Connor was ready to follow him and carry out orders without hesitation. Of course the Templars had taken notice of their interactions. Still, he would stand his ground and let Charles know that he wasn't going to be the malleable mate the power-hungry Templar had hoped for.
"You wanted only a child from me," Connor reminded while folding his arms across his chest. "There is no reason why I need to be the one to satisfy your other fetishes. You can visit a pleasure house in the city for that, or find another Omega."
Charles' expression darkened considerably, and Connor could not help but inwardly panic. He struggled to keep his gaze steady, wondering if he had spoke too rashly. It was difficult to be civil with the man who held the lives of his loved ones in the palm of his hand.
"Perhaps you're right," his husband finally spoke after a long moment, his tone harsh and menacing. "I should find another Omega; but one to make an example out of."
He swallowed hard, watching the General rise from his seat. "And I happen to know of one in particular," Charles mused as he began to pace. "That other Omega you recruited into your pack, the one who survived with those two Alphas. What was that boy's name... Clipper? Perhaps I should give him to one of my men to tame, so that I can show you how a true Omega is supposed to behave."
The warmth from the tea he had consumed earlier was long gone, and Connor felt as if his blood had turned to ice. In his mind he vividly remembered the young man - the same age as he - who had sought him out among the crowds of Boston, pleading for his assistance to stop the British recruiters from forcing men (mostly young boys) into a war they wanted no part of. After working together to stop the Templar recruiter in command, he knew Clipper Wilkinson was a kindred spirit. A fellow Omega, a brother-in-arms who wanted peace through freedom and independence. When he asked, the youth eagerly joined the Assassins without hesitation. He enthusiastically soaked up the lessons Connor had taught in both combat and philosophy; utilizing them well in his missions. Although impressed, he had asked why the novice pushed himself so hard, and Clipper surprised him with his answer:
'I want to fight with you someday, sir.'
Connor had been stunned, honored even, that the other young man thought so highly of him and wanted to follow in his footsteps; now he would... into hell.
"Please," he begged quietly while glancing up at Charles. "Please don't..."
His tormentor's lips quirked in amusement, reaching out and to undo the cravat around his throat. Cold fingers pressed against the bite scar, and Connor flinched, but understood the message. He slowly pushed himself out of the chair, kneeling before his Alpha in submission.
A/N: Sorry no smut, had to add this bit of emotional blackmail in.
Second Fill - The Honey Moon - Part 9/?
Outwardly, Connor tries to sit still and to keep his face neutral; but on the inside he is an anxious mess. Tea that a maid had served (at exactly four-thirty) does help with his nerves. At first the steaming cup of Earl Grey is too bitter for his tastes. So he adds milk and honey to sweeten the tea up as much as he can, before draining it. The liquid warms his body going down, and ceases his trembling. A small, quiet, sigh of contentment escapes his lips. However, when Connor sets the empty cup back down on its saucer, he tenses up again as those hawk-like blue watch him from the other side of the desk. His husband regarded him silently, over the rim of his own cup, taking only a sip before speaking.
"Have you ever performed fellatio on another man?"
The question was asked so casually, that it takes a long moment for Connor to register it in his mind, before he sputters angrily with a rosy blush staining his cheeks. "Of course not! What sort of question is that?!"
"An educational one," Charles responded quite seriously. "I need to know how much experience you have in regards to giving and receiving pleasure. It seems you are painfully lacking. As your Alpha, I will need to instruct you."
Connor frowned, his golden-brown gaze narrowing.
"No."
Charles blinked, eyebrows raised in surprise.
"No?"
His mortal enemy actually looked stunned by the rejection, and the Assassin felt a little bolder as he lifted his chin up in defiance. Being the child of two Alphas, he had always been a willful Omega. So stubborn and bold, that many believed Connor to be an Alpha himself (not that he ever corrected them). After all not many Omegas were known to question authority, start revolutions, captain ships, or charge into battle and assassinate enemy commanders in front of their platoons.
The only time Connor actually remembers letting his guard down in public was whenever he was with Washington. Perhaps it was when Sam Adams had introduced them, that he actually acted the part of a subservient Omega, completely forgetting his ire for Lee who had also been in the same room at that time. The Commander had never asked him; but Connor was certain he had known by the way Connor was ready to follow him and carry out orders without hesitation. Of course the Templars had taken notice of their interactions. Still, he would stand his ground and let Charles know that he wasn't going to be the malleable mate the power-hungry Templar had hoped for.
"You wanted only a child from me," Connor reminded while folding his arms across his chest. "There is no reason why I need to be the one to satisfy your other fetishes. You can visit a pleasure house in the city for that, or find another Omega."
Charles' expression darkened considerably, and Connor could not help but inwardly panic. He struggled to keep his gaze steady, wondering if he had spoke too rashly. It was difficult to be civil with the man who held the lives of his loved ones in the palm of his hand.
"Perhaps you're right," his husband finally spoke after a long moment, his tone harsh and menacing. "I should find another Omega; but one to make an example out of."
He swallowed hard, watching the General rise from his seat. "And I happen to know of one in particular," Charles mused as he began to pace. "That other Omega you recruited into your pack, the one who survived with those two Alphas. What was that boy's name... Clipper? Perhaps I should give him to one of my men to tame, so that I can show you how a true Omega is supposed to behave."
The warmth from the tea he had consumed earlier was long gone, and Connor felt as if his blood had turned to ice. In his mind he vividly remembered the young man - the same age as he - who had sought him out among the crowds of Boston, pleading for his assistance to stop the British recruiters from forcing men (mostly young boys) into a war they wanted no part of. After working together to stop the Templar recruiter in command, he knew Clipper Wilkinson was a kindred spirit. A fellow Omega, a brother-in-arms who wanted peace through freedom and independence. When he asked, the youth eagerly joined the Assassins without hesitation. He enthusiastically soaked up the lessons Connor had taught in both combat and philosophy; utilizing them well in his missions. Although impressed, he had asked why the novice pushed himself so hard, and Clipper surprised him with his answer:
'I want to fight with you someday, sir.'
Connor had been stunned, honored even, that the other young man thought so highly of him and wanted to follow in his footsteps; now he would... into hell.
"Please," he begged quietly while glancing up at Charles. "Please don't..."
His tormentor's lips quirked in amusement, reaching out and to undo the cravat around his throat. Cold fingers pressed against the bite scar, and Connor flinched, but understood the message. He slowly pushed himself out of the chair, kneeling before his Alpha in submission.
A/N: Sorry no smut, had to add this bit of emotional blackmail in.