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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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FILL 18/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-16 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)Also, warning time. There is noncon. A borderline eating disorder. More horrible things. Mostly noncon and depression. Also, you may think the non-con is written strangely here. Trust me, it has a purpose.
He doesn't want to eat. He's too angry. Too tired. His days and nights have lately been a blur of sleeplessness and fear and memories he does not want to think about. Too often has he clawed his way out of the clutch of drowsiness at the feeling of imagined fingers ghosting along his hips. The only thing he can really be thankful for is that neither Lee nor Hickey have tried to 'train' him again, and Johnson has stayed away.
Church is with him now, lecturing him on the importance of taking care of his body. Church is standing in front of a bookshelf, while Connor is in the armchair, legs curled up to his chest. Connor doesn't care for his words. His hunger crossed the threshold into nausea a long time ago. Maybe he'll be left alone if he stops responding.
"Haytham was supposed to be back by now," he interrupts. Church looks irritated, but also somewhat relieved that Connor is doing something.
"Didn't anybody tell you? There's been trouble in New York. Haytham's trying to sort it out now. We don't know when he'll be back."
Connor's stomach drops and he feels worse than ever, now. A part of him, a very small part, hates Haytham for leaving him at the mercy of these monsters, but it is dwarfed by the part of him that hates himself for being so weak. He rests his forehead against his knees and ignores Church until he finally gives up and leaves.
He doesn't move for a long time. He can't put to words what he's feeling- or more accurately, what he isn't feeling- and there is nothing that can distract him from everything that's wrong.
He's tried reading, tried painting and drawing, tried thinking about things he loves and enjoys, tried sleeping, praying to the spirits. He's still injured enough that climbing and running is more trouble than it's worth, especially for prolonged periods of time, and he doubts they'll let him explore the woodland. Haytham would, perhaps, but he's not here.
...
When he hears the faint tinkle of a bell in the middle of another bout of half-sleep, it takes far too much effort than it should to force his eyes open and glare at Church, who's standing in the doorway to his bedroom.
"It's me," Church says. "I'm just checking up on you."
Connor glares at him, and says nothing. Church sighs, and turns his head to the adjoining room.
"He's still sulking."
There's someone else there. This cannot be a good thing.
"Let me at him," Lee's voice says, irritably, and Connor freezes. He can't move. Lee's here and he should've eaten because he's too tired to defend himself and his body isn't responding and this is bad.
Connor swallows a noise of fright as Lee pushes Church aside and glares at him. His eyes are narrowed, colder than usual.
"Church tells me you've not been eating."
Connor can't even open his mouth. Lee's expression turns to fury.
"I can't believe this," he spits. "Are you insane or stupid?"
Connor tries not to tremble. He's almost certain he knows what Lee is about to do to him.
"You must've really enjoyed our lesson the other day," he snarls, coming closer. Lee reaches a hand out and grasps Connor's jaw, nails digging through to his skin despite several days' stubble growth and his attempts to jerk back. "Perhaps I'll give you another."
Pure panic floods him, and he pushes himself away from Lee, to the other wall. Or rather, he tries to. He hasn't enough energy, and instead ends up half-sprawled on his back in his attempt to get away.
"No," he croaks. "Please."
Lee chuckles, and catches his wrists easily. Connor hadn't realised until now exactly how weak his fasting had made him.
"Ah, you've improved your manners, I see."
Lee gestures at Church, who throws a vial of grease at him. He catches that easily, too.
"You're supposed to do no harm!" Connor yells at Church, though his voice is strained and weak.
"I'm not the one actually harming you," Church shrugs, before going into the next room, closing the door.
"You're too noisy," Lee says, and then his hands are wrapped tight around Connor's throat and his trembling fingers cannot pry them off. He can't breathe. This is an obscene echo of their first meeting, though this time Lee is doing worse than injuring him and murdering his mother. Connor's vision starts to blur, to prickle at the edges, and Lee's other hand is snaking up his nightshirt.
When Lee's fingers enter him, he nearly blacks out. If only.
Lee finally takes his hand from Connor's throat and he nearly screams at the too-familiar sensation of violation. He turns his head away, blinking back tears of pain and humiliation. Lee moves slowly until he finds an angle he likes, then moves at a punishing pace.
Lee takes his jaw again, moaning into his mouth, tasting of wine. He pushes his tongue into Connor's mouth, this kiss an obscene parody of the ones he had shared with Haytham. Connor's shaking fingers curl into fists.
Lee's hips roll and thrust harder and faster and Connor almost wishes it hurt more, that it feels as bad physically as it does mentally. His body is merely uncomfortable. His mind is much worse off.
Lee groans and shudders, lifting his mouth from Connor's for a moment as he comes. Connor bites his lip until it hurts, because the sight of Lee in such ecstasy is the most disgusting thing he's ever seen. The hot, wet, full feeling that follows makes him glad there is nothing in his stomach for him to throw up. He pushes his face back into his sheets.
Lee sighs, and puts his hands on Connor's hips, withdrawing far too slowly. He pats the inside of Connor's thigh, contentedly, and tugs his nightshirt back down, before his footsteps retreat and the door creaks open and closed.
Connor stays where he is. He doesn't know what to do.
Re: FILL 18/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-16 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)fillanon
(Anonymous) 2012-12-16 08:55 pm (UTC)(link)Re: fillanon
(Anonymous) 2012-12-16 08:58 pm (UTC)(link)I shall eagerly await those parts! (lost control or not, still an amazing fill, despite all the FEELS)
fillanon
(Anonymous) 2012-12-16 09:14 pm (UTC)(link)Re: fillanon
(Anonymous) 2012-12-17 01:16 am (UTC)(link)When I saw this was up, I literally squeaked with joy. Then I had to work up the courage to actually read it. o.o It took me 15 minutes to finally read this chapter all the way through, WriterAnon.
The best praise I can give you right now, believe me, is that this chapter was perhaps the least sexiest thing I have ever read. Far too often in fandoms, non-con fics portray the victims as secretly enjoying their rape or even worse, falling in love with their rapist. This fic, however, fully shows off Connor's mental and physical trauma. It's raw and painful and so terribly, amazingly good.
(ILU WRITER-ANON. HAVE ALL MY INTERNET BABIES.)
(Also, I have been working on the fill for your prompt in bits and pieces...unfortunately it's finals time and I'm swamped with studying. :-/ After next week I should be able to at least get the first part up. I'm sorry for the delay. ;-;)
fillanon
(Anonymous) 2012-12-17 07:51 am (UTC)(link)(asdfglkjh you're seriously doing that fill for me?! LET ME LOVE YOU! Take as long as you need- education is important.
says the girl on a gap year)Re: FILL 18/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-16 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)Lee being semi-affectionate is scary.. and I wonder what the 'trouble' is in New York that has Haytham occupied. Please update soon!