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FILL 30/?

[(Anonymous)]

Sorry for the wait! This might have a few typos, I don't have a lot of time right now...

Connor wakes up before Haytham, and doesn't know what to do. Yesterday's conversation had left an awkward, difficult air in the room. Haytham had been silent until he had eventually flopped onto the bed, barely past sunset. Connor had slept fitfully, anxiously. The sun hasn't even risen yet, but he knows he won't be able to fall back asleep.

He must have offended Haytham yesterday. There's no other explanation- he only started acting strangely after Connor had kept talking about things that probably didn't even interest him (and why would they? Haytham doesn't like Achilles, and he has bigger concerns than the simple lives of farmers and lumberjacks). The awkward revelations about his mother hadn't helped.

He has to fix this.

The only question is how.

He stares at the clock, willing it to go faster, and slowly strokes the scarred skin of Haytham's back, underneath his crumpled nightshirt.

To pass the time, he tries to imagine the stories behind each one. There are tiny, rounded scars that may well have been from arrows, and large splotches a little larger than a musket ball. He traces the lines swords and rapiers have left behind, and wonders how old they are. He lets his fingers glide over muscle, and props himself up on one arm.

The little of Haytham's face he can see from this angle is peaceful and unconcerned. Beautiful.

He leans forward, and- with one more glance at the clock, it's almost six and dawn is breaking- murmurs into Haytham's ear, letting his hand wander over Haytham's abdomen.

"Good morning."

Haytham barely twitches, but Connor knows he is already almost completely awake. Connor shifts his position again, sitting up now, playing with Haytham's long hair with his other hand.

"I was thinking that maybe we could spar today," he says, voice just slightly louder than before. "Or if you would prefer, we could spend the morning in bed."

At this last suggestion, his hand trails downwards, toward Haytham's hipbones and smallclothes. Haytham stiffens ever so slightly, and Connor knows that means he is doing something wrong. Hardly missing a beat, his hand wanders up toward his collarbone, and he continues speaking.

"Though that would probably mean we would be far too tired to focus on important matters such as the truce and our plans for the future," Connor clears his throat as softly as he can, and continues. "Which is a most pressing matter, as I am sure you would agree. Alternatively, we could have breakfast, then hunt or plan, or climb trees."

Haytham still doesn't do anything, but Connor can see that his eyes are open, even if they are apparently intently focused on the wall in front of them.

"What would you like?" he prompts.

Haytham gives a quiet, tired groan, and a small, discontented sigh.

"Breakfast."

Connor smiles. At least Haytham is doing something, despite the early hour. He nuzzles his neck affectionately, and presses a light kiss to the place where his throat meets his shoulder.

"I love you," he says, and doesn't understand why Haytham tenses and doesn't respond.

...

Haytham is quieter than usual, and has that look on his face that means he's deep in thought and contemplation. He doesn't shy from Connor's soothing touches and sweet nothings, but his brow creases just a tiny bit, and his lip almost curls, and his body trembles almost unnoticeably.

Connor makes an effort to be an amiable companion, and pretends not to notice all these things. Instead he smiles and offers suggestions of help and gives Haytham all the comforting touches he can and tries to make him happy in small ways.

Perhaps it's grief at the loss of his mother, a dear friend.

Haytham is businesslike when he takes them to Johnson's office, and Connor stands impassively as Johnson explains that they had decided in his absence to buy him the deed to his village, as well as those of several square miles around the area.

The sound of that man's voice makes him feel sick and irrationally angry. He tries not to think about Johnson jerking himself off to his images of Connor, to memories of his naked, battered body.

He does not let his discomfort show, and is soon rewarded for his patience.

"We want to be on the safe side, you see," Haytham says, when he hands Connor the papers. "It also means we can send Templars to protect those lands without harming or disrupting your people."

It makes sense. Before, he would have felt angry that such precautions were necessary, would have spat in Haytham's face and refused his generosity out of spite. Now, he nods, and smiles, hugging Haytham and thanking him profusely, trying to ignore the slight stiffening of Haytham's spine.

...

Later, Connor pens a letter to Achilles, detailing British troop movements and how the Templars are destroying the British from the inside out.

"Since the war's already begun, we can't side with the Crown any more. If they win, then we won't have order, we'll have resentment and another war will be sparked. If we let the revolutionaries win, and set a Templar as the new head of the Colonies, we can take advantage of the percieved freedom of the people, and shape the new country into something better. Something ordered," Haytham explains, as Connor copies information from various pieces of paperwork.

"A paradise?"

"Exactly."

...

Haytham still hasn't initiated any intimacies- not even a kiss- three days later, and Connor is at his wit's end. Haytham is still snappy and quiet, still sad.

"Why are you unhappy?" Connor asks. He's tried everything, it seems. Haytham refused to bed him, turned away from kisses, allowed only the least romantic touches. What more can he do but ask straight out?

"What?" Haytham's brow wrinkles in confusion. They are outside, Haytham sitting against a tree, making notes about something or other, and Connor lounging in the branches of said tree.

"I cannot stand to see you so sad. Ever since I got back, you have been snappy and melancholic," Connor slides down the tree, and crouches beside Haytham. "Tell me how to make you happy."

"I..." Haytham starts, looking anxious. He speaks hesitantly, as if unsure of what he is saying. "It isn't just about Ziio. I, ah, did I ever tell you about Birch?"

"Grandmaster of the Order in the United Kingdom."

"Yes, that one. Sometimes I wonder..." Haytham trails off, and starts again when Connor lays an anxious hand on his shoulder. "I wonder if I would have been normal, if I had never met him. He was so handsome and clever and everything I ever wanted to be."

"You loved him?"

"And he loved me," Haytham says, quietly. "He was my first. I can't help but wonder if I might have had more interest in women had he not..."

Connor waits a moment, for Haytham to continue.

"I'm a little afraid that I'm twisting you, like he twisted me. And now he's dead and Holden's dead and Braddock's dead. My parents are dead and Ziio's dead... It seems as though no matter how hard I try, I can't keep anybody dear to me. They all end up..."

Haytham goes silent, and Connor tries to console him.

"I promise not to end up dead," he says. "Not before you do, anyway."

Haytham gives a choking laugh, or a sob, and buries his head in his hands. His shoulders shake and Connor sits beside him, rubbing soothing circles into his shoulders as Haytham weeps.

Re: FILL 30/?

[(Anonymous)]

Oh Haytham. In your attempt to dig yourself out of this mess, the hole has gotten deeper and deeper.

...random anon is now intrigued by what Haytham would do if Connor does end up dead. On the one hand, it would solve the entire issue of incest that Haytham's found himself in. On the other, he seems to actually care for Connor now.

Tsk, Haytham. Such a messy bed you must lie in.

Re: FILL 30/?

[(Anonymous)]

Oh God... I wonder how Haytham would react to Connor dying or being critically injured. I do feel for Haytham, but the fact that he's breaking is shattering Connor even further as Haytham is the only one Connor is dependent on now (thanks to Haytham's own schemes). So the land issue is out of the way, I wonder if Haytham intends on making Connor into a Templar agent as he initially planned.

Re: FILL 30/?

[(Anonymous)]

Wow... I feel for Haytham even though he deserves to suffer. I wonder how the other Templars will react to the idea that the boy they've been torturing was their Master's son.