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Connor/Clipper: Freedom (7/?)

[(Anonymous)]

This day was hotter than the one before. When he raced down the street, clinging to the horse more than steering it, he was impressed that he was staying on the animal at all. He found it difficult even to walk during his heat, much less ride and then into battle – it was sheer madness. Yet knowing he might save Connor’s life, it seemed the only reasonable thing to do as well.

The haven was easy to find and going north it wasn’t difficult to trace the path of what looked like half a chase, half a fight. There were large patches of disturbed ground, trampled plants and broken branches and the occassional blue-clad soldier’s corpse. Good that was, too. His brain was merely following short orders. Find Connor. Follow the path. Fight. He couldn’t think more complex than this, the rhythm of the horse under him already enough to drive his oversensitive body into a state that had him losing concentration every other minute.

He had never hated being an omega quite as much as this very moment.

The noise of the fight was almost a relief. He was up on a small cliff, a some twelve feet drop down revealing a glade by a riverbend. Two dozens soldiers surrounded one lonely figure, swinging his tomahawk in wide circles, his hidden blade quick, but he was still hopelessly outnumbered.

Clipper couldn’t take them, not the state he was in, likely not even if he was all himself, he realised. Those weren’t foot soldiers. They had big axes and long swords and were smart and fast and heavy and durable. He had to get Connor out.

Still his knees were shaking, but as he grabbed the pistol, his hands were steady as could be. It was the fear looking at the overwhelming power and knowing he’d take them on, he realised. There was nothing stronger in any being than the will to survive. It made deer run with two legs shot and wolves bleeding from half a dozen wounds lash out with claw and teeth. Not even the heat could beat that. He was afraid of death and latching on to that might be his only hope of accomplishing anything.

It was no good from here, Clipper realised. He was out in the open. They’d shoot him off the horse before he had a chance to reload. Instead, he turned and circled the cliff (his heart beating like a drum as he lost sight of Connor, not knowing if he’d been overwhelmed, if he was still alive) until he was in the trees surrounding the small clearing. A mere thirty paces separated him from the warrior assassin, but so did a wall of bodies. Think...

But neither near-petrifying fear nor the mush of the heat were in any way useful for making plans.

Eventually, Clipper lifted his musket, lined up a shot on a random victim and fired.

A large blond man dropped dead onto two of his comrades. That dispersed the tense pack of soldiers around Connor. Men turned, jumped aside, stared into the green where Clipper was hidden, ran towards it. Oh, they still stood close, but if he just had a bit of luck, if his horse didn’t rear...

It was the one chance he’d get.

Clipper charged. The horse’s hooves were like thunder on the ground. He rode down two men, eyes on the target, his master assassin, his friend. Forward, forward...

Someone grabbed his reins and the horse screamed, staggering. A blade sank into his thigh. Clipper groaned and turned. He smelled the man before he saw him. An alpha.

The soldier smelled Clipper, too. Confused, he stopped in his movement, bloody dagger that had been supposed to twitch up to slit Clipper’s throat standing still halfway in its upward arch.

It was the second Clipper had needed. He ripped the pistol from his belt and shot the alpha at point blank range. When he fell dead with a smoking hole in his forehead, Clipper was already pressing forward again.

He heard a gurgling scream. In front of him, another corpse dropped to the ground, blood spilling even as it fell. Someone had the reins again, grabbed the mane, a dark-skinned hand, stained with blood. Instinctively, Clipper let go and slid back.

Connor took the reins, shouting wordless encouragement as he let them snap against the horse’s neck. Clipper grabbed his shoulders and held on for dear life. They flew off into the forest, gunshots and wild shouts following them.

*

The chase took them all the way out into the Frontier. Connor had the horse well in hand, but two grown men were quite a weight for it to carry and some of the soldiers rode as well. However, Clipper found that holding on to Connor with one arm, he could turn and fire backwards. It was easy. No planning. No thinking. Just instincts, trained since he’d been young enough to not get knocked back by the recoil. Like he’d ran into cougars in the forest.

Trees and trees and one appeared and bang, the horse died under him, taking him to the ground, trees and wading through a shallow river and there was the flash of another pursuer between the leaves, bang, he coughed blood before his head vanished.

He might be weak, he might not be much use like this, but he drew faster than all of them. Clipper could still claim that much.

When they lost them in the thick of a forest, Connor still had the horse run on. Slowly, Clipper’s heartbeat went steady once more. He felt the cold sweat on his brow and the pain from his leg. He also felt the muscled body so large and strong under his hands.

Connor stopped them under a collection of large trees. He was breathing heavy. The movement of his body was mesmerising to Clipper. Light-headed with relief, drunken with lust, edged on by pain, he clung to him. Connor’s hand found his arm. Grabbed it.

When they fell more than slid off the horse’s back, it was into a dense heap of leaves piled on the ground. Clipper let go on impact and Connor turned. He was leaning over him now, one leg between Clipper’s thighs. His mantle was ripped, a shallow, long strike of a sword bleeding, colouring the white fabric over his chest.

Seeing the gaze, Connor’s lips twitched, the smile almost incredulous.

“My... arm. I couldn’t get it up in time to block. The wound from the bear still hurt.”

“Christ, Connor, I told you...” Clipper’s fingers found the other man’s face, holding it, and Connor’s body pressed against his own. “Don’t you scare me like that.”

“How did you know?”

“Prudence – Prudence, I think? She must’ve known you had a guest. She run to get me...”

“You should never have come, Clipper.” One hand cupped Clipper’s head, sank into his hair. The anger in his voice was desperate. “Not like you are! They could have killed you, they could have dragged you off to claim you! I would never have forgiven myself.”

Connor turned his head and kissed his palm, hungry, tongue tickling against his skin. Only now Clipper became aware of the thick hard bulge pressing against his hipbone and of course he was responding, writhing, he was on fire and the man he was prepared to die for was in his arms.

“W-what was I supposed to do?” He breathed. “I couldn’t take the chance - sit tight and just hope you'd get back alright. I won’t have you die on my watch, Connor, no...”

Instead of an answer, Connor brought their faces close together, his fast breath hot against Clipper’s mouth.

This seems like a good place to stop for now. :3

Re: Connor/Clipper: Freedom (7/?)

[(Anonymous)]

h-holy shit anon! I thought this fill couldn't get any more awesome and then this happened and asdfghjkl this is my favourite thing on the meme, not even exaggerating. Clipper's so badass, even in the middle of a nasty heat and they're both so adorable in their UST and respect for each other and that action scene is brilliant, sheer brilliance! More soon, pretty please?

Also, will you be archiving this anywhere?

Re: Connor/Clipper: Freedom (7/?)

[(Anonymous)]

I really like this fic. It's just so much fun to read. Every instalment puts a smile to my face.

You really shouldn't worry about how you handle the omegaverse, you're doing a great job!

OP

[(Anonymous)]

what?!?! no you can't just end it here!!! come back i need more!!!!! you can't leave me with this and expect me to wait!!! CRIES


(shush captcha i don't care what charles is called!!! i just want connor and clipper!)

Re: Connor/Clipper: Freedom (7/?)

[(Anonymous)]

No No No No! Wait! Come back!!!! I need more!!!!!! *Cries*

*Ahem!*

sorry about that, what I meant to say is that this story is fantastic and i love you and 'please sir, can I have some more?'

Re: Connor/Clipper: Freedom (7/?)

[(Anonymous)]

KSADF;KALSDFJAS;KLFJ DON'T STOP THERE! ,> n <,

Evil writeanon. EVIL.

Re: Connor/Clipper: Freedom (7/?)

[(Anonymous)]

i. what. this can't be the end !

sorry the tears in my eyes are preventing me from a more comprehensive review. but clipper's voice is perfect. wow this is great. so great. perfect actually

Re: Connor/Clipper: Freedom (7/?)

[(Anonymous)]

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

You're the greatest cocktease I ever saw, anon. No offense, I love this fill to pieces, as much as I love Connor/Clipper, it's such a shame I managed to miss this fill. But now I found it and I'm all hot and bothered and you're leaving me with an evil cliffie like this. Oh you clever little tease...

Eagerly awaiting the next update, I hope you haven't abandoned this wonderful fill.