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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
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Fill: Time Changes Everything 3/?
(Anonymous) 2013-03-12 05:59 pm (UTC)(link)------
Connor wakes in an unfamiliar bed to the sight of an unfamiliar room and unfamiliar dogs licking him awake. He’s tense for a few moments. His head is still foggy with sleep and he’s having trouble remembering anything aside from his exhaustion. Slowly—slowly, the sleep-fog starts to clear from his head and he rolls onto his stomach to bury his head in the pillows. They smell like a mix of Charles and his dogs. It’s not a particularly good smell, but the scent is comforting and helps relieve some of the tension he’d been feeling just a moment ago. Said dogs bark in protest of his movement, falling off when Connor rolls over, but they’re right back on him when he stops, though the barking doesn’t cease.
“Be quiet.”
It comes out as more of a growl thanks to the rasp from the exhaustion that still lingers in every part of his body and he frowns. It’s times like this when he thinks he might hate sleep more than he likes it. With the way his life is, he rarely gets a moment to sleep peacefully and on the rare occasion he does get some amount of sleep, it’s never enough and his exhaustion just becomes more noticeable.
While he’s thinking about his exhaustion and desire for more sleep, he doesn’t notice the door open or the sound of footsteps approaching the bed. It’s only when one of the dogs is lifted off of him that he realizes someone else is in the room and he turns his head just enough to see Charles from the corner of his eye.
“They won’t stop until you let them have their spot on the bed.”
Connor’s response is an actual growl this time. They’re dogs. It shouldn’t matter where they lay down and it really shouldn’t matter if they have to lie on a slightly different spot on the bed than they might usually.
“They can sleep in your spot, then. I am not moving.”
Charles puts the dog he’d been holding—Spado, he’s guessing, from the black fur—back on the bed next to Connor, but the little beast just hops right back onto him. Charles doesn’t respond, but he doesn’t have to. The dogs keep barking until, finally, Connor gives in and drags himself to where Charles had been sleeping next to him earlier. His whole body feels heavier than usual and even that small action feels like a struggle.
“Don’t you think you’ve slept enough? It’s been over twelve hours already and you have to return to your homestead.”
It’s true. Technically, if they’re going to try and keep things as similar as possible to the way they were before, he shouldn’t have spent the night. He should have just gone back once they’d discussed how things would go, but Charles tended to have a way with words that usually got him exactly what he wanted. In last night’s case, what Charles wanted was Connor. He groans and shuts his eyes again, burying his face into the pillow, only really meaning to stay like that for a moment, but that moment is enough for sleep to start pulling at him again. The pull is seductive, about as seductive as Charles had been the night before and he can feel consciousness slipping away from him again.
“Connor!”
Charles rips the sheets and pillows away from him and forces Connor to turn so that he’s facing him.
“Haytham is going to be here any minute and you cannot be here while he is. Just having him see you in this house could cause the change that ruins any chance we have of stopping Washington before he goes mad, imagine what could happen if he were to see you naked in my bed.”
Connor rolls his eyes at that, but sits up slowly, scanning the room for his clothes.
“It could also be what leads to a truce between the Assassins and Templars. Would it not be better for him to see that we are able to get along?”
Charles throws his clothes to him with a bit more force than necessary and Connor glares at him. He can’t understand why it would be so terrible if they were to explain everything to their respective orders? If they were to see that Connor and Charles of all people could learn to work together and even have a functional relationship, maybe they would agree that they’d all be better off working together. He gets out of bed and starts redressing. Charles doesn’t respond to his question and Connor has to wonder how it is that Charles is so much older than he is when he’s the one acting like a child. Connor doesn’t look at him while he gets dressed. If Charles is going to act like a stubborn child, than he can too.
“Why would you bring him to your room in the first place?”
He hadn’t really meant to ask, but the words were out of his mouth before he could think to stop himself. It’d only been a fleeting thought that for Haytham to see Connor naked in Charles’s bed he’d have to be in the room and what reason would Haytham have to be in Charles’s bedroom? Office, maybe, but bedroom? It seemed a bit odd.
“What?”
Charles looks up from the book he’d been scanning while Connor got dressed, the anger suddenly gone from his features. Instead, he looks nervous and that makes Connor suspicious. It was a simple question, one he hadn’t originally even cared about the answer to, but Charles is fidgeting with his ring and his sneer has softened into a worried frown. He’s hiding something and not even bothering to hide that he’s hiding whatever it is.
“My father. The only way he could see me naked in your bed is if you were to bring him here. What reason would you have for bringing him to your room?”
The room is suddenly filled with a suffocating tension. Charles’s posture stiffens and rather than looking at Connor, he’s looking towards the window facing the front of the house. A carriage pulls up and Connor knows who it is immediately. He can’t see a face, but the hat, the clothes—they belong to his father, he knows it.
He’s still waiting for an answer he has a feeling he’s never going to get. It would be easy for Charles to say the right thing; he’s good at doing that. He knows that Charles and his father had more of a relationship than just mentor and student, second in command and Grand Master. He knows they’d been friends, best friends even. He remembers the way Charles looked at Haytham’s funeral. Charles had cared a great deal about Haytham, but knowing Charles as he does now, he knows that friendship wouldn’t be enough to compel him to bring Haytham to his room. Charles would sooner bring a friend out back to play with the dogs than he would bring them into his room.
Finally, Charles sighs.
“Surely you didn’t think you were my first.”
The response catches Connor off guard at first and he just stares blankly at Charles for a moment. Charles, in turn, rolls his eyes and motions towards one of the windows. All traces of nervousness are gone now, replaced by annoyance once again.
“Well? Are you going to leave or will I have to force you out?”
Connor doesn’t respond to that as his expression changes to one of disgust as Charles’s previous words sink in.
“You and my father? My father?”
He feels sick. Charles and his father? In the beginning, with the way his father had been so insistent on protecting Charles, Connor had had his suspicions, but he’d thrown them out when he and Charles started their relationship. It seemed so wrong to think that the man he’s been with all this time was with his father before. But here was the confirmation of his previous suspicions and everything feels wrong. Was he just a replacement for his father then? Did Charles picture Haytham whenever he’s with Connor? And if the relationship only ended with Haytham’s death then—.A knock at the door brings him out of his thoughts and both of them turn towards it when a servant’s voice comes from the other side.
“Master Lee? Master Kenway is here for you.”
Connor moves to walk out the door, to leave, to confront his father, to do something, but Charles takes his arm with an iron grip and turns him so that they’re face to face again, with very little space in between.
“You will not ruin this. Here we have another chance to stop Washington and you will not destroy it because you cannot handle the truth.”
Connor would be lying if he said he wasn’t a little nervous at that. He feels his shoulders tense in response, can feel himself baring his teeth like a dog about to snap. There was something threatening in Charles’s tone and it brings out the worst in Connor. He knows this feeling. It’s the one he’d get whenever he’d see Charles in the beginning. A touch of sadness hits him with that thought. Is that what they’re going back to? Will everything go back to the way it was just because their former allies are alive and Charles seems unwilling to adjust anything to fit their current relationship?
“Master Lee?”
Charles doesn’t seem to acknowledge the servant, choosing to keep his grip on Connor and continue glaring at him for another thirty seconds instead.
“I will be right there.” He shoves Connor in the direction of the window, walking towards the door when Connor is out of the way. He pauses just before leaving and turns towards Connor once again. “Leave through there. I will write to you once I have dealt with William.”
He doesn’t give Connor a chance to respond, to ask what it is that Charles intends. It would be easy to chase after him, to walk out the door, and demand answers, but Connor stays where he is for another minute at least and by the time he does walk out the door, the sight from the balcony is enough to make him turn back. He can see Charles and his father standing closer than appropriate for a purely platonic relationship from there. He can see their smiles and the way his father rubs his thumb over Charles’s cheek affectionately. The same way Connor does. The same smile Connor gives Charles. It’s like looking at an older, slightly smaller, whiter version of himself.
Connor finds he can’t climb out the window fast enough with that image in his mind.
Re: Fill: Time Changes Everything 3/?
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