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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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Re: Connor/Haytham, marking
(Anonymous) 2012-12-01 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)Hello OP, I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Your prompt was so much fun! Partially because I enjoy leaving hickeys on others myself, ho ho ho. I would write about Haytham tattooing Connor but I know nothing about how tattoos were made back then. But the thought is indeed appealing, hnngh. Hope someone fills this with your other examples!
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The thing about Connor is that it was hard enough simply approaching him, let alone touching him. Not that this was a problem. Haytham wanted nothing more than to put distance between them both. Well, not exactly.
First he had been a great help, and as such, Haytham wanted nothing more than for the boy to follow him. He had to admit, he wouldn’t have caught Church as easily as he had if Connor hadn’t been there and he was grateful for that much.
Haytham had planned to put leashes on his son, make him trust him, make him want to stay because he needed the boy to be around for convenience, especially after the Church case. It was not easy, he was not only clever to a certain degree but incredibly stubborn as well, which sometimes actually made him do stupid things. He insisted on his own ignorance and that was the part of Connor that Haytham wanted to get rid of desperately if he wanted whatever relationship they had at the moment to work right. Such as when Connor blamed him for Ziio’s death and simply refused to listen to him. Could he be any more of a nuisance?
He tried, he really did. He was hopeful that he could get Connor to see that Lee was necessary for the colonies - not the misconceived assumption Connor had of Washington, and that afterwards he could be a very powerful ally. He didn’t mind that Connor was an assassin. He had been one after all, a long time ago and he dared say he still remembered those initial days fondly. Try as he might, he still believed that part of their lot still practiced what they preached - peace. But he knew the core was corrupted and needed to stop them. But not Connor. No, he could be of great help and perhaps the one link that both of their creeds needed.
But his plan didn’t work very well, all thanks to Washington.
Not soon after Connor told him the truth of what happened to Ziio, Haytham started digging around to learn about what had really happened. It all had pointed to Washington indeed - the hostages he tortured for information, the intercepted letters, everything. If he believed before he couldn't hate the man any more, he had been wrong. He wanted to make Connor see the truth as well, but whatever admiration his son had for the commander made him distrust both of them instead and considering the way he had stormed off spitting angry words made it clear that Haytham would not be able to repair it easily.
He could if he wanted, but he had more pressing matters at hand than chase around his own son. Naturally, beginning for forgiveness was not even an option since he hadn’t done anything wrong in the first place. Haytham saved him from his own ignorance after all. No, if anything, Connor was the one who needed to come back and if he didn’t, that was his own damn problem. The boy had fulfilled his part, he could do on his own from now on.
At least, that was what he had planned. In reality, ever since the truth about Ziio came up, Haytham couldn’t help but feel like the misunderstandings between him and Connor had to be repaired. He wasn’t lying when he said he had always wondered what life would have been like had he stayed with her and saw Connor grow up. After chasing Church, he couldn’t help but feel like for once, he could set things right with him. It wasn’t important for his career, it wouldn’t change a single thing, but he knew that if he ignored the opportunity now, he would regret it later, just as, in a way, he regretted not staying by her side before.
Yet somehow, this had gone far more wrong (or right, he still didn’t know) than he could possibly have expected. He had sent lackeys after Connor to know about his location and what he had been doing. During one of his missions, Haytham decided to show up as if he was simply in the area and wanted to help when Connor got surrounded - “That was a terrible attempt at rescuing one of your recruits, are you sure you want to be embarrassing yourself like this? I swear you’re going to get yourself killed before I can even attempt taking your life myself”.
After they made sure the recruit was alright (and Haytham made sure Connor was fine as well), he expected Connor to simply leave without saying anything. That would be the logical action. But he stayed, he was staring at Haytham as if he was a beast, just waiting to do any abrupt movements and attack. He did not and Connor decided to follow him, again - “You are here for a reason and I am going to find out what it is” he said.
Haytham wasn’t really, other than keeping an eye on him, but it’s not like he could say that. Instead, he led him to a tavern. Perhaps their father and son bond could be fixed upon a few drinks.
Except Connor didn’t drink that night. At all. He spent the entire time staring at him, just waiting for a comeback as Haytham drank as much as he could without dropping his guard - he never allowed himself to get drunk, let alone now that he was alone with Connor. And that was possibly the worst part, he wasn’t drunk. If he was, then maybe he could have blamed it on the drinks, but he was perfectly fine when they went upstairs and Connor pressed him against a wall while two strong hands forcefully held his head in place for a kiss. A rough one, at that. He was a terrible kisser, the boy. He was rough and his teeth pulled and bit everywhere with way too much strength and he had to press the tip of his hidden blade against his son’s neck if he didn’t want his lips bleeding soon.
Connor yielded, but did not release him. Haytham remembers saying something about how he needed more practice and joking about him acting like a virgin girl, but what shocked him then was that he didn’t mind.
What really surprised him was how easily they rushed to the nearest room and locked it tight and didn’t even wait until they reached the bed to start removing their clothes. He wasn’t a religious man by any means, but for the first time he feared that spirits walked around the Earth and that Ziio was somehow watching him from the afterlife. The thought sent a shiver up his spine and almost made him stop. Almost.
Indeed Haytham couldn’t tell whether this had been a terrible idea or a great one.
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They didn’t stop either. Every single encounter they had since ended with one of them against a bed (or a table, wall, the floor or whatever surface was nearby). Which made Haytham think back about when he first tried to use his son in order to achieve his ends - Connor didn’t like touching. He would let Haytham fuck the hell out of his ass (and mouth) but if he so much as tried caressing his neck afterwards, the boy would flinch and shake his shoulder to make his hand drop. That was a problem because Haytham enjoyed touching Connor’s body while they had sex and he didn’t want it to stop after. He still wanted to hold him in place, kiss his neck and lick every inch of his body.
At some point Haytham started wondering is he was alright. He knew himself to enjoy after sex bliss, but when it came to Connor he was downright possessive. Even after he was spent and couldn’t go at it again, he would still angrily pull Connor’s face closer to trace down his fingers from his cheeks to his nipples as his mouth worked on Connor’s neck as if they wouldn’t be doing this again the day after.
But Connor always fought to free himself from his grasp after they were done. More often than not, Haytham left with more bruises than the boy himself.
He knew he wasn’t in the right state of his mind when one time he tied Connor’s hands against his back when he was close to cumming, just to stop everything he was doing (he remembers Connor’s eyes couldn’t possibly get any wider when he released his cock to work on tying his hands) so could kiss his neck without getting punched.
Connor tossed and turned and tried to move as much as possible with tied hands, desperate for release and his father’s cock still inside him, and Gods, he still remembers just how much tighter Connor had become then. His muscles clenched around him more than ever while Haytham embraced him and started sucking the vein on his neck. It made it almost impossible for him to move, so he had to move his hips slowly, had to hold him tight, had to lick his adam’s apple sweetly and there. Connor’s antics slowed down to a complete stop and his head cocked to the side to give him ampler space. Haytham saw him closing his eyes and breathing in short puffs of air as if suddenly there wasn’t enough in the room.
When Connor calmed down Haytham returned to his previous action, holding Connor’s cock firmly in one hand and going at it at a slow pace. His mouth worked his way up to right below his chin. He licked it upwards, reaching his son’s mouth and kissing him just the way he had taught him, with short trusts of his tongue and nipping his bottom lip. Making his way back down, Haytham laid connor against the mattress, careful not to force his weight or he would crush the hands tied against his back.
The spot he had been lavishing before was red and wet, so he turned Connor’s face the other side, biting down gently where his neck and shoulder joined and quietly making his way to the boy’s chest. Connor seemed to know what he wanted and arched his back up to make it easier. Without any ceremonies, Haytham licked his left nipple once, twice then sucked on it. He felt Connor hold his breath until he let his nipple rest, licking it again as a reward.
He kicked up the pace, thrusting harder inside Connor, moving his hand up and down his erection faster and tormenting his nipple with more sucking and biting. He thought his son would reach climax first, but Haytham ended up cumming before. He did not stop though, only increasing the speed at which he helped Connor finish as well.
It didn’t take long until Connor at last held his breath one last time as he came in Haytham’s hands. That was still not enough for Haytham to stop. He did slow his hand until it ceased any movements, but he didn’t stop working with his tongue. Haytham left his abused nipple, already reddened and swollen and moved across his chest to leave another mark right above his right nipple. For the first time Connor didn’t deny him his touches while enjoying the bliss. It wasn’t because of his tied hands, he knew. Not only did he not try to push him with his legs, but he was still showing his neckline, looking at him with that stare that said don’t say a word and just do your fucking work.
Haytham grinned. It felt like he had won a battle and he enjoyed his reward by licking his adam’s apple. Slowly he moved his hands beneath Connor and untied him. It was no more necessary after all. The free hands immediately reached across Haytham’s back, pulling him down for more. One hand roamed to the back of his neck, guiding him just where Connor wanted him to attack next. His own cock pulsed again and he smiled against the flesh, ready for another round.
Everything was back in place, Haytham was back in control. He had made Connor enjoy his touches just as he had taught him to kiss properly.
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It worked on the long run too. During the next night, with the cold winds quickly approaching New York, they hid beneath a thin blanket and Connor clinged to him just like he had the night before guiding Haytham’s mouth across his chest, telling him where he wanted to be marked next.
He showed Connor how pleased he was by marking the base of his cock instead. He had learned from a doctor a long time ago that there was as much blood flowing through that region as there was in the neck and that was why it was so sensitive. Whether it was true or not he didn’t know, but he knew that when he firmly held his thigh up to suck on it, Connor moaned and that was all he wanted.
When Connor was hard enough for him to work on his erection instead, he decided to mark him with his nails. He bobbed his head up and down quickly, and then slowed down for a while, licking it down as slowly as possible as his arms went around Connor’s thighs and his fingers scratched his hips with force. Haytham had never heard him cry out so loudly before - if ever - and he knew that if Connor kept doing that he would be the one to get addicted instead. Maybe that was his punishment for what Haytham did to him last night and he more than accepted it.
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When winter finally arrived, they were too tired to go at it more than once during their few encounters. They spent more time cuddling in front of the fireplace then properly fucking, which was all good as well.
Haytham enjoyed sitting on the ground and leaning against the couch while Connor sat between his legs and rested his head against his shoulder with a blanket around them. In fact he barely did anything else during the cold days. He knew Connor enjoyed it because the boy would sometimes bring letters he had apprehended and maps to plan his next mission while in this position. Haytham sometimes voiced his opinion, often telling him a good spot for hiding or where there were too many guards to go with a frontal attack.
Another thing he loved doing while in this position was caressing Connor’s stomach while reaching down slowly to jerk him off. It allowed for better access to his neck too, which he would proudly take with his mouth and teeth. He soon found out that leaving marks on Connor’s chest was good, but looking at him after he came, panting hard with his face down and his back covered in wonderful bruises felt impossibly better.
However the part about those cold days - and Haytham remembers these moments the most - he liked the most was waking up the next day and looking down at the sleeping boy. Counting the red spots always made him smile. He liked counting them in the morning and always tried to leave one more than the prior count during the night. He enjoyed tracing them, as if they were dots he had to connect. It was a work of art, really, and if he could wake Connor up by licking on one of those spots, so much the better.
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-02 06:44 am (UTC)(link)Re: Connor/Haytham, marking
(Anonymous) 2012-12-02 07:15 am (UTC)(link)Re: Connor/Haytham, marking
(Anonymous) 2012-12-06 05:41 pm (UTC)(link)I think I just died from a massive dose of sexy steamy scenes from your fic, writer anon.
Thank you very much for writing it!
Re: Connor/Haytham, marking
(Anonymous) 2012-12-19 03:40 am (UTC)(link)