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Welcome to the New Age - Part 5/???
(Anonymous) 2012-12-19 06:37 am (UTC)(link)***
Kanen'tó:kon knew not to bother Achilles when he woke up early that day.
Training would be cancelled, the only day out of the whole year, with the former mentor apologizing almost inaudibly when he showed up for the morning’s pre-dawn practice run. He wouldn’t ask if Achilles needed anything because he’d only receive a ‘No thank you’ as the door was quietly shut before him. He wouldn’t need to follow the men silently inside the house to know just what room he was retiring back to. He didn’t need to watch from the shadows as the man stepped into the room that stood empty, collecting dust the whole year round. He didn’t need to listen when to the old man would sigh loudly about how filthy the room was with clothes not yet washed strewn about the floor, but never once bothering to touch them. He didn’t need to see the old man struggling to reach every spot in the room as he cleaned away the dirt that had settled on everything. He didn’t need to dart away when he was a bit too loud, causing the man to bark at him to leave although pretending the next day the encounter had never taken place when he apologized for intruding.
He stepped out of the longhouse, that the remaining members of his people had constructed over their stay here, breathing in the cool fall air. Winter was coming quickly and marking yet another complete year of doing nothing to return his people to their lands, to get revenge on the man who drove them from it, who killed them. He was a patient man, very very much so, but it had been long enough.
He was tired of sitting around and doing nothing but train and train he had sought these skills for a reason but had not been given the chance to do so. He wished that someone would tell him anything about the monster--who they used to address as ‘The Commander’ but had recently since rolled their eyes and called him “King Washington’ when Kanen'tó:kon had questioned them--where he was, what he was doing, when he was going to arrive in the next town so he could beat him there to strike him down. But no one would grant him the knowledge, they only would only mutter something about endless rows of thickly-clothed soldiers who marched up and down the streets who were as cruel as the King that commanded them. Even Faulkner, who used to answer all his questions regarding Washington, had taken to drinking all day and muttering something about ‘the captain being the only man alive who could possibly sail them past the King’s blockade’.
Frustrated and restless Kanen'tó:kon climbed up a nearby pine tree, hoping to take the edge off his annoyance by exhausting himself. He still wasn’t good at this, never had been, but at least he could get some practice in today despite Achilles’ cancellation. He nearly fell out of the tree when he heard a chuckle below him, startling him into misjudging a step and slipping backwards, barely catching a branch to keep him up.
The huntress, Myriam, looked up at him with a little amused glint in her eyes. “You natives certainly are good at navigating through those pesky branches.” He slowly eased himself down, only to have a branch snap below his feet and send him into the pile of leaves below. He quickly got out of the heap, brushing them off as he watched her bite her lip to keep from laughing. “Sorry. “ She managed after a few moments, holding back her glee, “You’ll have to teach me how you do it.” He shrugged, picking the remaining twigs from his hair.
“I am not very good at it, I do not like doing it that much either. I’m sorry”
“It’s all right, it was worth a try. . . . . .Is Achilles up yet?” She asked lightly.
He shook his head, “He does not wish to be disturbed today.” Her face fell softly and sighed. “I expected as much. Does he need anything? Perhaps I could get some fresh meat and make a stew for him?”
“He does not need anything from us.” She glanced down and was silent for a moment.
“I should get back to work. It was nice talking to you though.”
“It was nice speaking to you as well.” He watched her leave with a frown. On the anniversary of Ratonhnhak é:ton’s death the people of the homestead would go about their duties in an almost purposeless manner, drearily moping about, leaving many things unfinished. They would spring back to life the following day and pick up their slack of course, almost as if the day before hadn’t existed. This cycle of mourning frustrated Kanen'tó:kon, for they were lamenting a man who they believed to be completely pure of heart and mind. They did not know how he had betrayed his own people to the beast of a man that killed him, abandoning them in their time of need. They did not know what it felt like to grow up as children together, play together, what it was like to be furious at the man to the point he want the shake and strangle him with his own hands.
Or what it was like to lose their closest childhood friend
Although he had been infuriated by Ratonhnhaké:ton’s supposed treachery, it wasn’t enough to make him loathe the man, or really even slightly despise him. It was too late to question the man where exactly his loyalty lay, but he hoped that somewhere inside him he was still faithful to village--had been faithful. He rubbed his now aching temples, he shouldn’t be focusing on such depressing thoughts or become distracted with a spirit of the past. Perhaps scouting around the outskirts would take his mind back to more important matters.
He began running at a steady pace, letting his thoughts wonder for a moment on the things he knew about Washington. He was mainly centered in Boston he knew that much, he had men with eyes as ‘blank like an empty window’, and he had shut himself off to the world inside an enormous stone palace. It was very little, but it was enough to get his investigation started, when he went to visit Boston.
If he was ever given permission to go to Boston.
Achilles, despite agreeing a tad begrudgingly to train him, refused to take part in assassin affairs any longer when a group of men and a woman had arrived at the homestead four years ago. Even though he had told Kanen'tó:kon to leave the manor, he had snuck back in through the upper rooms window when he had heard yelling inside, fearing they had attacked him. The group of assassins--recruits he remembered Achilles addressing them by--had been shocked and a little frantic when the old man announced his retirement as mentor, pleading for him to reconsider. He didn’t budge in his decision, causing some to storm off the property in dismay that second while others slipped away silently in the dead of night, somber. Since then he never saw any of them return to visit the property or just passing through, asking about them only rewarded him with silence, the same stony silence when questioning if he was prepared well enough to leave for Boston. However just before leaving the house after waiting hours for an answer the man would always reward him with a light “Not yet.”
Achilles, Kanen'tó:kon had learned, did not like spending more time than necessary with him, only doing so when it was time to train. Some of the others around the land said it was because he did not want to become too attached to a man he knew would die, after assuring them he had no such plans in mind they would chuckle, shaking their heads before saying “Neither did Connor.” He supposed that was as good of reason if any for the man to ignore him, however despite the man’s unwillingness to become attached the constant refusals of allowing him to leave to take revenge upon the man who caused his people such suffering was deliberately keeping them in each other’s company longer than necessary. Confronting Achilles tomorrow about such thoughts would maybe reward him with an answer or even approval to depart for Boston.
“You daft man! You’re supposed to stop when I call out to you!” A voice screamed from behind him making him stop and whip around in surprise before breaking out into a large grin.
Haytham, when not covered in either dried blood or dirt, was a very regal looking man Kanen'tó:kon thought upon seeing him ride up beside him on a powerful, dark stallion. Ever since the his spat with the old man in the manor he hadn’t seen Haytham since he had departed those four years ago, seeing him now stirred a feelings of hope inside him he had thought have disappeared since he had settled on the homestead.
“Haytham.” He marveled as the man dismounted with the same grace of a sleek cougar. “It has been a great while since we have last seen each other. How have you been?”
“Good, very good, it has indeed been awhile has it not? You’ll have to excuse my hastiness, but I didn’t come to discuss pleasantries with you.” Haytham said curtly as he glanced around quickly before looking back to him, expression stern. “I have news on Washington.”
He clenched his hands into fists, all the waiting he had done was finally about to pay off.
“Is he coming for us? Let him, he will be dead before his body hits the ground.” He threatened lowly.
“Hush you impatient toddler and let me finish before you interrupt like that again.” Haytham snapped irritably before whispering lightly, “and keep your voice down, are you trying to draw everyone’s attention?” Kanen'tó:kon bit his tongue, wanting to apologize but knew it would only serve to bother him further. “Before I tell you anything else you must tell me if Achilles has considered my truce, please say he just keeps forgetting to send out a messenger like normal old men.”
“He has retired from his Assassin duties.”
“What?” He barked angrily, his upper lip curling into a snarl before pinching the bridge of his nose, “Well that explains why some of the assassin recruits have been coming to me themselves. And here I thought they wanted to become a Templar.” Shaking his head with an annoyed sigh. “Well at least he hasn’t tried to make them get in my way on purpose.”
“He has refused to become apart of this situation in any way. He merely trains me is all.”
Rubbing the back of his neck Haytham groaned lightly in frustration. “I can’t be too angry at him for at least he isn’t causing extra trouble for me, yet I want to kill him for simply doing nothing.”
“Please, I have told you what Achilles has done since your departure, now fulfill your end and tell me what you know of Washington.”
“Well,” He began exasperatedly, “More like what we don’t know on Washington. The man has constructed a grand palace on the edge of Boston’s harbor. It’s a fantastic eyesore.” He grumbled quietly about the King having ‘bad taste’ before continuing “He’s spent the last four years overseeing it’s creation while practically locking himself away from the rest of the world inside of it. He’s got troves of new guards coming in by the week, I don’t if he’s so paranoid he needs all of them to protect him or the Apple, or if he’s hiding something else in there that needs all those guards for.”
Kanen'tó:kon frowned. “How is all this information supposed to help me? Are you trying to tell me that it is completely hopeless to go after the man? That I will never get vengeance for my people? The vengeance you promised me?”
Haytham scowled, “Don’t get ahead of me boy, I wasn’t done speaking yet. Yes the situation does very much seem out of our favor, however there are little things we can do to slowly change the tides until we are sure to overwhelm him.”
“Like what?” He tilted his head as Haytham swept his gaze around the surroundings once more.
“Well first off we have finally managed to get one of our agents inside the castle. It’s taken the better part of three long years to even have Washington consider accepting anyone who isn’t one of his mind-controlled little lapdogs. The agent was also eager to announce his feelings of displeasure about the plan, but he agreed, more or less so.”
“Has he told of Washington’s plans?” Kanen'tó:kon asked anxiously, he only needed a single clue, just a little one, to be able make a plan to catch the man in a vulnerable moment. A small window of opportunity.
“He was only just been allowed in, I don’t know how long it will take before Washington permits him near the room where he thinks up his next plans, let alone when he will confide him with extremely sensitive information for what he wants with the colonies. I’m sorry this wasn’t the news you were probably expecting, but we are finally getting somewhere and I thought you’d liked to know.”
Crestfallen he sighed lightly. It certainly wasn’t any the kind of news he wanted to hear after four long years of waiting, however if it was as difficult as Haytham said to where even figuring out what the man’s intentions for the lands were he couldn’t really blame him for not coming up with anything of extreme significance.
“However,” He perked back up, looking at Haytham as he regarded him curiously. “There was another reason for why I came here as well.”
“What is that?”
“I suspect the Commander’s mysteriousness about his schemes stem from the fact he has no more challengers. Once the revolution ended all opposing countries have since backed down from possibly threatening this new nation. All military generals as well as political figure that might have spoken out against him have since been brainwashed by the Apple and recruited into his own personal army. Those who were smart enough either fled or became good, little sheep. The people of the colonies themselves wouldn’t dare speak out, in fear of their lives.” Kanen'tó:kon blinked in confusion.
“What are you saying? Do you wish to call upon the people of another land to see him removed from his place of power?”
“If only it were so easy.” He explained when he saw the puzzlement across the younger’s face. “Our nation is new, defenseless like a newborn to those more powerful, adult ones. We won our revolution through only luck, the Commander, shockingly, secured us a victory by scaring the other nations off with his control over the battlefield with his Apple. If we went and begged for the aid of the highly skilled military of another we would more than likely be put back into our situation before the revolution had taken place. That’s if the nation is even able to help us overthrow the man in the first place. He can turn the tide of a whole battle, despite amazing odds just by commanding it with that artifact.”
“Why not take it away from him?” He suggested innocently. Haytham barked loudly in mirthless laughter, wiping tears from his eyes after a few moments.
“And what do you think I’ve been doing this whole time you moronic, half-witted fool?” Snarling so fiercely it made Kanen'tó:kon step back in surprise. “Do you think I’ve been sitting on my arse the whole time, drinking tea as I watch my years of work unravel in front of me without lifting a finger to stop it?” He paused, closing his eyes for a moment as he took a deep breath before beginning again with less bite in his voice. “The man hasn’t given me a chance to even get within a hundred miles of him, let alone close enough to snatch it away before he notices. There is no doubt in my mind that taking it away from him would make it much easier to defeat him, but so far that is out of the cards. I decided that for now, to at least get his attention, we try something more subtle. Well not entirely subtle, but something that will make what I have in mind seem completely unconnected.”
“ What do you have in mind then? If there is anything that I can do please do not hesitate to ask.” Haytham seemed relieved by that and smirking softly.
“Well I was hoping you’d say that because you’re about to become the main player in this little game for our dearly, beloved King.”
Re: Welcome to the New Age - Part 5/???
(Anonymous) 2012-12-19 06:40 am (UTC)(link)Got to stop making all these typos
Re: Welcome to the New Age - Part 5/???
(Anonymous) 2012-12-19 07:22 am (UTC)(link)The plot is moving along so lovely and there's so many nice things I want to say butelkjdhf my mind doesn't wanna work ;;
Anyhow this anon is on the edge of her seat.
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-19 07:32 am (UTC)(link)Glad you ended the part with Haytham meeting Kanen'tó:kon. I like the banter between them (though I'm sure Haytham does it because he misses bantering with his son) and finally a plan to overthrow King Washington.
Thank you again for writing this, anon. ::sits back and eagerly awaits some WashCon::
Re: Welcome to the New Age - Part 5/???
(Anonymous) 2012-12-20 05:04 am (UTC)(link)And I like how you portrayed all the Homesteaders and how they have a "day of mourning" for Connor. That, and Kanen's feelings on this whole thing kinda got me. ;_;
Anyways, thanks again anon! Looking forward to more!
Welcome to the New Age - Part 6/???
(Anonymous) 2012-12-20 07:20 am (UTC)(link)***
Connor couldn’t accurately recall what happened after he bit down on finger that began probing inside his mouth. There was a sound of something cracking and a flash of light before blanking out for what seemed like a few minutes. When he had finally snapped out of it he was suddenly face to face with Washington, merely inches between them.
So very close.
He was on his lap, straddling the man’s waist with his legs, lying there against his chest. He made to move, but a hand on the small of his back held him there firmly, digging into his skin like talons. He groaned lightly as his head began to ache sharply, a bump forming somewhere upon his scalp no doubt.
“I’m sorry I had to do that Connor.” He was anything but sorry, the vicious glint in his eyes and wide smirk revealed that much, “But you should understand that you shall be punished accordingly when you misbehave like that, even if you are my favorite.” He stiffened as the hand on his lower back started move in small circles, threatening to go lower. Washington’s grin widened when Connor moved forward, into him, trying to escape the hand. He chuckled lightly and Connor wished he had a free hand so he could punch that grin right off of his face.
But that would get him nowhere. The only thing Connor could really do was watch and wait for the right moment to break free of this now madman’s grasp, escape then make a plan on when to punch him in the face for what he was doing, what he had done. He had to start slow and right now was a good enough time as any--what else was he supposed to do when constrained in heavy chains?--however he couldn’t think straight with the man touching him in such a perplexing manner. He didn’t know exactly what he was trying to achieve with such actions or if they were even working in the way he wanted them to.
Either way, he didn’t want to find out.
“Washington. . . . .King,” he added in quickly when the man’s expression soured momentarily, for now he needed to play on his good side. “Why are you keeping me here under such restraints? We are allies are we not? Friends even, what is your purpose keeping me here like this?”
“Well as delightful as you were when you were. . . . . .extremely compliant,” Connor felt his upper lip curl into a snarl as the man purred, “I missed seeing that lively spark in your eyes, speaking to you with that riveting naive tone your words always carried, the way you moved like a tense and powerful wolf. I missed you as you were consciously, however that’s not saying there were particular things that I liked about you when you were unaware.” Something dark glinted in the depths of his blue eyes, something dangerous.
“What could be better about me unaware?” He growled, glowering back up into those eyes, refusing to back down at his intimidation attempt.
“You weren’t able to talk back for one. As much as I like your feisty, biting voice there are sometimes that I could really go with out it. Secondly you weren’t able to fight back.” Now that leer spreading across his face was anything but good. Connor froze lightly, wishing he knew just what exactly he intended, uncomfortable he still didn't know
“What do you mean “not able to fight back?” He questioned lowly. The man chuckled loudly making Connor’s hair stand up on end in likeness to the moment before being struck by a bolt of lighting.
“Sometimes the sheer amount of obliviousness you possess Connor is too much for me. Never mind what I said, I will let you figure out what I meant for on your own later on.”
“What is that supposed to mean to me? Washington you are speaking in nothing but riddles, tell me it is why you keep me here chained like a dog when we are allies!” He snapped angrily. The man’s grin fell and a scowl broke out across his features, maybe not yelling in his face would have gotten him a gentler response. The hand that had been tracing light circles on his back stopped and dragged its self down before resting against his thigh, squeezing it tightly and digging his nails into it making Connor hiss.
“What did I tell you about speaking to me in such a way?” He cautioned nearly inaudibly, pulling the leash to move him closer. Connor glared back at him, tugging at the chains around his wrists once more in outrage. He noticed the soldiers who brought him there now stood behind the throne, raising the end of their muskets in warning along with their King's.
“Sorry my King.” He spat, the hand on his thigh gripped his leg hard for another moment before releasing it, the scowl falling from his lips and being replaced with that menacing grin once more.
“Better. I suppose I can answer your questions, although I don’t think you really deserve them over such a rude display of disobedience.” He mused thoughtfully, watching as Connor struggled at his bonds again. “The reason you are being held here in such a manner is because I didn’t want you running off.”
“Washington, you and I are allies, or we were. I do not understand why you are acting in the way that you do. If it is for my actions at Valley Forge and trying to stop your attack on my village I will not apologize for it. It was vile and wrong and twisted. I will not beg for forgiveness when you know, deep down inside you it was not right.” He rolled his eyes in annoyance making Connor bristle in anger, how dare he act so nonchalantly about the slaughter of his people? They didn’t deserve such violence!
“That isn’t the reason for why you are being held like this.” Confused, Connor opened his mouth to demand why but he was silenced when the other began speaking once more, “You are being held here because if I let you run around freely you would leave.”
“Of course I would leave! I need to make sure that my people are all right, that they are safe, that my friends are all safe as well. Why would you keep me from them?”
“Because then they would know that you are alive and come after you?” He stated simply.
“But why would they think that? I have been gone long yes, but it is not enough for them to believe me dead.”He was truly about to give up on speaking to Washington. A once intelligent man now rambled about his strange reasons for doing things a sane one would shake their head at. Had the Apple turned his mind into nothing but soup?
“Oh of course but when they saw your dead body, laying in front of them what more could they do?” The malicious grin was back and Connor gaped in anger.
“You tricked them? How could you do that?! Why would you do that?” He demanded furiously, this was past the point of ridiculous now.
“Because if they knew you were alive they would have come after you.” The hand on his thigh began to move up and down slowly, deliberately. “I cannot have them trying to take what is rightfully mine. It is easier for them to believe you are dead so they do not come after you in the first place.”
Connor’s mind spun, his friends could not have honestly thought him to be dead, it wasn’t possible, they were not so foolish. Washington was just ranting, there was no way they could have fallen for such a half-hearted attempt at a ruse. He must be trying to puzzle him, to trick him or something. But why? Why was he doing this? Why!
“ Why? How could you do this to me? To them?” It couldn’t really be the Apple could it? The artifact was to be used as a weapon or a key to unlimited knowledge, but it seemed to truly be drawing Washington insane. Making Connor’s friends believe him to be dead, keeping him here when they had been close allies before the power had fallen accidentally into his hands. And for what? To keep him here locked up for the rest of his life for no reason? No, there had to be a reason. Perhaps he was afraid he would interfere with his plans like with his attack on the village.
“You must understand Connor,” There were those words again, “Being King my possessions are highly valued to others. I cannot have someone coming after my most treasured one.
“I am not an object, Washington.”
The man ignored him as he moved his hand closer to his hip, making him draw in a sharp breath. The uneasiness that had been growing in the pit of his stomach since he had been delivered into the throne room was making his heart jump into his throat. “Get your hands off of me.”
“I quite like them where they are. “ He sneered back, playing with the rim of his breeches now. He went to shift but Washington’s hand went to his waist and held him there, pulling him closer and making him brush up against something that made his stomach drop.
Oh.
“Washington-” He started before the man suddenly moved forward, pressing their bodies together closely, whispering in his ear.
“Do you know exactly how enticing you are?” He nipped at his ear lightly, bile rising in his throat. “Ever since I laid eyes on you I’ve wanted you. Wanted you like this, to be all mine. But I held back, I resisted these feelings. No more, I’ve refused them long enough and I will not allow myself to be driven mad by having something that I can never truly experience.”
“Washington please think about this,” the man was slipping his hand up his shirt, humming softly in content as he ran his fingers over his abdomen, “it’s the Apple that’s making you do this. Just let go of the-” he choked on the rest as he dragged his nails down his skin, tearing deep scratches into it.
“Are you trying to steal the Apple from me Connor?” He questioned icily, pausing for a moment. “Is that why you want me to get rid of it? So you can take it’s power for yourself?”
“I do not want to take it! Do you hear yourself? You have become obsessed with it, you are not acting like yourself, Washington. It is changing you into a completely different man! The real Washington would not let himself be manipulated like this. You must let me go, hide the Apple away from yourself so it does not continue to control you.” He pleaded, watching as the man moved away from him for a moment, looking conflicted. He held his breath for a moment as Washington glanced back at him, for a moment his eyes were as unreadable as the soldiers who guarded him. He reached a hand up and cradled his cheek, making Connor sigh in relief. He had managed to talk him out of what he'd planned, the only thing left was to have him undo the chains-
Eyes widening in surprise as the former commander undid his ponytail, grinning lightly as he watched his hair fall down to frame his face.
“Quite lovely hair you have Connor, it makes you look all the more seductive.” Connor’s face fell in surprise before lighting up angrily, tugging fiercely at the chains around his wrists he shouted at the man.
“You monster! You are a beast of a man with no heart and no conscience! How could you think, even in your changed mind, that this is right? Why are you letting yourself continue to be taken and transformed by this evil influence in your palm? Why do you let yourself hurt those who are your friends? Why would you do-” The harsh slap upon his cheek snapped him out of his tirade.
Connor was really tired of getting hit in the face.
He froze when he saw the glint of a knife as it was drawn from it’s sheath on Washington’s side. The jewels glittered in the light, almost like a predator when it bares it’s teeth, as he brought it up to Connor’s face. He tapped the point against his cheek before laying it against his skin, not yet pressing hard enough to draw blood.
“Perhaps now you will mind your tongue when speaking to me in such a way again.” Lowering the knife lightly to his chest, remaining still as Washington looked him over in wicked glee. “Where should I start first?” Tapping the blade against the layer of his outer robes, moving it up to the hollow of Connor’s neck he stuck it in, making him flinch in response, stopping however when the blade grazed skin. Dragging it down leisurely, deliberately, he sliced through the clothes as if they were butter, stopping where his breeches began. He then used his free hand to push the clothes back, stopping when he met chain. “You’ll have to forgive me for destroying your clothes, I had always thought about undoing them myself you see. It would be like the equivalent to a game, for every layer discarded the closer I get to my prize, making the end result all the more wonderful.” He licked his lips, tongue sliding over one of his canines when his lips curled into a smirk. “But that would be too tedious and time consuming, and easy to make one grow frustrated when in the middle of intense passion.” He stated fondly, as if he were addressing a lover and not a restrained, unwilling captive.
“Stop.” Connor pleaded, trying desperately to slip his hands out of the chains without the man noticing his efforts.
“Stop what?” He asked innocently. “We haven’t even begun our session of foreplay yet and you request me to stop all ready? You’ll change your mind when we get to the main event I assure you. It will not take long before you are telling me not to stop.” He looked away from the man as swept his gaze hungrily over his chest, seeing if there was something, anything he could use to his advantage. His search only ended in failure when he saw that the room was completely bare and the eyes of the soldiers who stood guard, staring at him, even more so.
Without warning Washington completely tore off his breeches, making him shout in surprise and rage, his shout turning into a squeak when a cold hand was suddenly grabbing him below. The man seemed to revel in his shock as he grinned up at him.
“Well that was a very interesting noise.” He purred, squeezing him firmly.
“S-Stop, please.” He stuttered out as he tried to back away and off his lap, onto the floor. Away from Washington, away from his groping hands, away from this. The hand griping his cock tightened painfully, making him whimper lightly in misery as the man started to work him.
“What? You didn’t think I was so cruel as to make sure you didn’t experience pleasure too, did you?” Washington smirked, working him into arousal. No, no, no. His body shouldn’t be doing this, his body shouldn’t be taking pleasure in this man’s torture. He nearly cried out in anguish, first it was his father then his friend and ally, and now his own body was betraying him. Letting itself get hard from the man’s cruel grip on him, not being able to fight back against the man’s sloppy movements to arouse him with unwanted pleasure. He squeezed his eyes shut in agony as warm blood dripped down his wrists from tearing the skin during his struggling, feeling a mouth latch onto his neck and bite down. He bit back a gasp as his body shuddered, the hand teasing the head and the mouth starting to suck harshly.
Get off me, get off me, get off me, get off me! He screamed mentally as he bit down hard on his lip, for he knew that if he tried to demand the former Commander to do so a very different sound would escape his lips.
The mouth parted from his neck, giving a light kiss to the now tender skin before moving away. A hand wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer to where his chin now rested upon the clothed shoulder of Washington. Opening his eyes he allowed himself to stare back into those of the mindless soldiers behind the throne, wishing in that moment he could be as removed from the world as they.
The hand on his cock released him before grabbing thighs, lifting him up for a moment. He heard the rustling of fabric as the man squirmed below him before setting him back down on his lap, skin to skin now. Feeling his insides turn to ice as the man pulled him closer, whispering lewdly into his ear, “Now you can beg me to stop.”
The scream that tore from his throat echoed through the empty halls.
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-20 09:26 am (UTC)(link)Re: Welcome to the New Age - Part 6/???
(Anonymous) 2012-12-20 09:34 am (UTC)(link)Loving how evil Washington is in this though. That said, I do hope he gets his comeuppance at some point.
It's so tragic that his childhood friend thinks he betrayed him when Connor has gone through betrayal so many times...And so sad that Haytham never really got that chance with his son. Here's hoping that the dynamic duo finds out just what is in Washington's "secret room" and rescues Connor soon.
Re: Welcome to the New Age - Part 6/???
(Anonymous) 2012-12-21 02:43 am (UTC)(link)And I love how Connor's still trying to reason with him, and almost believes that he succeeded at one point. But then, yeah... the poor baby. T_T
I'm so pumped for the next few parts!! Thank you you wonderful anon!
Welcome to the New Age - Part 7/???
(Anonymous) 2012-12-21 06:26 am (UTC)(link)***
Connor lay limp against the man underneath who pounded mercilessly inside of him, throat raw from all his shrieking and muttering hoarsely in his native language, English, and a mix of the two for him to stop. Pleading for him to do anything, anything but this. Washington either didn’t understand what he was saying or could care less as he continued his assault upon his body with unrestrained, malicious glee. He seemed to crave Connor’s pleas, picking up his erratic rutting whenever his ears picked up the light sound of his voice telling him to stop.
“It’s a shame,” the man panted, slowing down just enough to let himself speak properly, “that I cannot see your face in such a position as this. I long to see what your face looks like in the middle of intense passion.” He gave a particular sharp thrust, making Connor stiffen and cry out silently in agony. “Perhaps I should have prepared you before this.” Washington continued to muse, stopping for a moment, still fully inside him. “It would have made this part a lot easier for you, but you’ll have to forgive me,” he chuckled,”you cannot expect a man to hold back when he has a treasure like you right there in his lap. It was hard enough to not let myself get carried away before when the Apple had you in it’s mindless state. So unresisting to every caress you protested to so greatly before this. Just completely mine for the taking, so amazing.”
Stop talking, Connor begged, please just go back to your animalistic grunting. Hearing Washington’s voice as he spoke only made the situation worse since he was staring to remember how he was before the Apple, the betrayal, the knowledge of his murders. He couldn’t stand it. Couldn’t stand knowing the man he believed to be so courageous and noble had fallen so disgustingly low.
He jerked when an icy hand held his cock in a tight and threatening grip once more, a loud laugh shaking the body he rested against.
“Don’t think I forgot about your pleasure too Connor.” Working him slowly Connor struggled to hold back the sob he felt rising up in his throat.
No. He would not let the man see him break like that. He can hurt his body with the sharpest of knifes or the most intimate of tortures, hurt his mind with the cruelest of words or the most wicked plots, but he could never make him cry in front of him. For now that became Connor’s resolve. He could survive through this attack on his body, he could do it. He would not let the former Commander bait him to the edge where he waited to push him over into a humiliated, mess of a man.
He stifled a groan when he felt the man pull his hand away, leaving his body aching for the rough tugs once more. Washington nipped at his neck lightly, refusing to move now, as he let his hand drift to the small of his lower back, tracing patterns with featherlight touches.
The man responded before his mind even began questioning the reason for him to stop. “I want you to beg for it.”
Connor wanted to snap back at him that it would never happen, but his voice was too hoarse to sound threatening. He simply laid against him, biting his lip hard as his dick throbbed in misery below him. His body did not control his mind, it didn’t need it, it didn’t need the man’s harsh touches upon his skin, it didn’t need the soulless man to release him from to unwanted bliss.
He shifted uncomfortably from the silence, his body shivering from some sparks of delight that came from the movement. He gasped in surprise when Washington’s hands pinned his hips down to prevent such movement again.
“No cheating.” He sneered
The slight pain was becoming larger now, making him want to cry out in distress. How could his body become so needy for this man’s touch? For his movement? There was a lump in his throat and his eyes were burning, threatening to spill tears that no one here had the privilege to see. What was he going to do? What could he do? He couldn’t escape from the man’s clutches as he had tried so desperately before. His body just couldn’t stop being aroused from the man’s harshness. He couldn’t just escape.
He couldn’t.
Taking a shaking breath in agony he quietly mumbled, “Please.” He expected the man to immediately begin thrusting up into him again without a care, hopefully bringing Connor to release so he wouldn’t have to feel the shameful wanton need of it anymore.
Washington didn’t budge.
“I’m sorry,” He stated after a moment viciously into his ear, “ But I didn’t quite catch that. What did you say?”
He wanted to scream in anger, but remained silent. Taking a few moments to find his voice again he rasped out, “Please!”
“Please what?” The man was milking it now and Connor would not have it, consequences be damned, nothing was worse than what he was doing now. Moving his head back slightly he bit down hard onto his shoulder, hoping it wasn’t just thick layers of cloth in his jaws.
The former Commander laughed, now that was definitely not the reaction he had wanted from his action, a slap to the face would have been better. Shrugging him off his shoulder and grabbing his chin, forcing Connor to lock his eyes with smoldering blue ones.
“Feisty today aren’t we?” He purred, leaning in and kissing his neck. There was no way Washington was going to let him go easily, the man wanted to get everything he could out of the situation. Connor wouldn’t let him have it. Shutting his eyes he tried to let his mind wander, to hide in the most dark and cold recesses of it. Hoping that he could escape Washington’s probing hands and vile actions. It was working surprising well, he could feel himself letting go, fading away to become unaware to what was happening to his body.
Until he heard a door behind him creak open and someone walk in that was completely unlike the monotonous march of the soldiers.
“My King I-” The voice gasped in shock and Connor’s eyes shot open as the frigid hands of fear gripped him. He knew that voice, oh did it know that voice. Please, he pleaded, anyone but him, let anyone but him see him like this.
Charles Lee.
He heard Charles stuttering to form what was more than likely an apology as he turned to move away, however Washington stopped him with a hand. He had seen the fright that had lit up in Connor’s eyes, smirking lowly before he spoke.
“What is it you have come for Charles?” He questioned, genuinely sounding interested in whatever Charles wanted to say, despite his eyes looking completely bored about it. Connor felt like he was going to be sick as Washington began to move at a slow pace unexpectedly making him gasp in surprise. The gasp was loud enough for Lee to hear.
“I-I,” He was struggling to form words, go away, please just go away. “I can come back later if my King is busy. It can wait.”
“Nonsense.” Washington stopped him from leaving again. What good was it to torment him like this? “Now is as good of a time as any.” Charles opened his mouth to speak again, but Washington cut him off. “ I can hardly hear you from over there Charles! Please come closer.” Connor glared at him in shock.
“I can just shout to you my King. There is no need for me to come so close.” Lee wasn’t trying to hide the uneasiness in his voice, tapping his foot against the ground anxiously--like a hare trying to outwit a fox.
“Come over here now Charles.” Washington threatened lowly, the soldiers behind them raising their muskets as their King spoke. There was silence for a moment before footsteps started approaching the throne, coming too close.
Connor felt his throat constrict, he couldn’t swallow, his eyes were burning as if he was pouring saltwater into them. This wasn’t fair, what had he done to deserve such humiliation? Deserve something so degrading? Charles stopped before the throne, hesitating for a moment before speaking.
“I wish to talk to you about-”
“You aren’t close enough.” No, no, no, no, no! The man had seen enough of him in this vulnerable position already! There was no need for him to come closer, Washington could hear him perfectly fine, he glanced up to meet his heatless gaze. The answer there was as clear as day: he was punishing him.
“My King-” Charles began to protest, obviously to enjoying the situation anymore than Connor was. But he wasn’t in his position, no never in the same position as he. Fate rather favored Lee over him, always did.
“Do not speak back to me once more, if I tell you to come closer you come closer.” He heard him murmur a quiet curse before joining him on his side, locking eyes with Connor for a moment. Hie eyes were filled with disgust and for a fleeting second he thought he saw a glint of satisfaction before he looked to Washington. He couldn’t take it, his body shuddered as the sob he was holding back escaped his throat before hiding his face in shame in the only place he could: Washington’s chest.
As if he couldn’t feel the sickening movement of the former Commander’s cock sliding in and out of him, he now felt the burning stretch every thrust, every sensitive touch upon his skin, every hushed word exchanged between the two of them. And he was still as hard as he was when he began.
It wasn’t enough that Lee had to be in the front row seat to the spectacle Washington had turned it into, he had to see his arousal weeping with need. He had to see Connor in such a position and more than likely assume even if Washington had forced himself onto Connor that he was enjoying every minute of it. He could no longer try and remove himself out of the situation, for every time Lee spoke he was pulled right back. Then another problem drew his attention making his heart jump, he was about to finish.
No, he thought desperately, spare me the small amount of dignity I have left and not let me unravel in front of this man. But his body as it had done to his past pleas, ignored him. Building up rapidly as Washington found the that certain spot deep inside him, before climaxing suddenly, collapsing against him and smearing his spilt seed between them. Breathing heavily he nearly missed Washington moan lowly, filling Connor with his own seed, making the assassin shudder disgustedly. Feeling hot tears dripping down his cheeks, Connor wished he had an arm free to wipe them away as a hand gripped his hair and pulled his head back so he could face the two men.
Charles was glancing at the floor, daring to not look up at the exhausted younger man in front of him while Washington glared back at him, sated. He leaned forward and caught Connor in a hungry kiss, devouring his mouth. If he wasn’t so spent or worried about Washington making him go through another round as Lee watched he would have bit down on his lip and tried to tear it off.
He parted after a moment, leaving Connor panting to get his stolen breath back as he looked to Lee.
“Thank you for the information. Go down to the harbor and see what you can find out. Report to me without a moment of hesitation when you think you have even the slightest idea of why they are changing their routes.” Lee nodded before leaving his side, jogging out instead of walking.
“I’m sorry for the interruption.” He lifted a hand to hold his cheek, chuckling lightly. “You put on quite the show Connor. I certainly hope that you haven’t made him jealous of me.”
Connor wanted to gag, but held back his scalding retort and opted to lay there silently, hoping that the tears dripping down his cheeks would come to an end now that the event was over. Using his thumb to brush away his tears, Washington licked them off his fingers, looking like a bear with a fresh salmon in its claws.
“I suppose,” Washington started once more, “that you have earned your rest for the night. Despite your unwillingness to cooperate you still gave an excellent round of sex and that has earned you a night alone in your rooms. You’ll need it for tomorrow.”
“N-No,” he rasped, trying to move away from him but his muscles wouldn’t budge, “No more.”
“You don’t make the decisions here, Connor. I do remember?” Washington sighed, sounding tired of having to remind him that he was the one who was the King here, that he was the one with the army of mindless soldiers behind him, that he was the one that held the key to his freedom.
“Please” He begged, he wouldn’t let his pride get in the way anymore, he just wanted it to end.
Washington was quiet for a moment, seeming to consider it. “Why should I?”
“I do not deserve this.” He whispered, voice cracking near the end of it.
“Oh, but I think you do. I think you have earned every helping that I intend you to receive. After all those months and years of teasing me with your body you will indeed get what’s coming to you. Even if you don’t like it.” he promised as he glowered at him. “Perhaps you should just give in and enjoy it Connor, it would make everything so much easier for you in the end.” With that two soldiers lifted him off of Washington as he stood up, bending over a moment to pull up his breeches and then Connor’s--almost as if he were trying to preserve his dignity by doing so. “See him to his chambers.” With a flurry of fabric, Washington departed from the throne room, smirking widely to himself. Connor let the guards drag him back along the cold floor, not bothering to fight them for he was too exhausted to even lift a finger let alone try and break free of their tight grasps. He felt so very empty. So very alone. He wished Achilles were here, he’d know what to do, he’d know just how to escape from this. The guards paused in the middle of an empty hallway, making him glance up somewhat in curiosity as he watched one of the men--a woman he corrected himself, that particular guard was a woman--pull down on one of the mounted candlesticks. Just like the secret passage at the homestead, a door in the wall opened up, revealing the small room Connor had awoken in. They tossed him onto the floor carelessly, not bothering to chain him up again, before shutting the door and leaving him alone in the dark.
Curling up into a ball on the floor Connor let himself sob in anguish and rage. He didn’t know what to do, couldn’t decide what else he could do from there, hopelessly trapped in what seemed like a completely unescapable situation. Restrained and alone, his friends and allies thought him dead and the only man who still possessed his mind would not help him escape even if his life depended on it. He just wanted to get out, get out of this cramped room, these restraints, out of Washington’s clutches. He wanted to be free again. He needed someone to rescue him, anyone willing to help him even if they wanted something from him in return. He’d even be fine with Haytham showing up and freeing him on the demand he become a Templar in return, he’d do it in a heartbeat and that scared him. He wanted his father to rescue him.
Just how desperate had he become?
Re: Welcome to the New Age - Part 7/???
(Anonymous) 2012-12-21 06:43 am (UTC)(link)Poor woobie! Connor!
//cuddles Connor// There, there, it'll get better sweetie.
Don't worry, daddy and your old friend will come to rescue you. And maybe Charles will be able to redeem himself somewhat? I kinda despise the man, but in hindsight, he's not nearly as bad as many of the players in that time period, as most of them were a bunch of the most despicable douches to be born.
Eagerly awaiting the next part (and in awe at your consistent update schedule).
Re: Welcome to the New Age - Part 7/???
(Anonymous) 2012-12-21 08:43 am (UTC)(link)Washington, that was just sick, you bastard.
Charles really must have a way with words, to be able to be where he is now. Hopefully he'll report to Haytham soon! (really Charles, tell him now, don't be a dick)
These fast updates makes me feel so spoiled, and craving for more!
oh, also, I like how you write what Connor says, as he never once in the game (and Noah even says so) shortens a word, like 'didn't, shouldn't, etc' it's always 'did not, should not', love that you kept that!
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-21 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)Your King Washington is PERFECTLY evil in his role as the common enemy the Assassins and Templars need to unite against. The rape was bad enough, but to make a public spectacle out of it in front of Charles Lee (whom Washington knows Connor hates with a passion) was so much worse. The part where Connor mentioned that fate always favored Lee over him, was heart wrenching because it's true. Charles seems to walk away from his crimes with little more than a slap on his wrist, while Connor has to suffer and endure.
At least Charles isn't a total evil bastard in this and seemed downright uncomfortable having to bear witness to such a vile act. I do hope he reports this to Haytham, and wonder what daddy's reaction will be to learn that his son still lives but as Washington's fucktoy.
Welcome to the New Age - Part 8/???
(Anonymous) 2012-12-22 06:58 am (UTC)(link)***
Achilles hadn’t taken Kanen'tó:kon’s announcement of departing for Boston very well at first.
He had asked him how it felt to sound as stupid a child before promptly beginning to yell about how a few measly years hadn’t prepared him to go against such odds, how he could barely escape a chasing soldier with how poor of a runner he was, how he could barely fight off the old man himself let alone a hardy, brute of a man. He had sat there and listened, never once interrupting--similar in the way as he had done with Haytham--waiting for the the man to finish. When Achilles was panting lightly, out of breath from his outburst, Kanen'tó:kon nodded and told him while he appreciated his honesty, training and concern, he was still leaving. He told him he was grateful for everything he had done for his people and for the amount of time he had invested into making him become a greater warrior.
The next morning when he was getting ready to leave he was stopped by Achilles who had been holding onto something tightly. He was looking down at them gently, flicking a spot of dirt off them when Kanen'tó:kon had come to say good-bye.
“I had been planning on giving these to Connor when I thought he was ready. He had tried to prove to me in small ways that he had been ready to wear them.” He chuckled lightly, Kanen'tó:kon felt a pang of sympathy for the man. If there was anything he had learned during his stay here, it was that to Achilles, Ratonhnhaké:ton had been like a son. Their bond had been deeply strong between them and he respected that, never once trying to question the man about his old friend’s loyalties. He would never purposely try to hurt him more regarding the touchiest subject on the homestead.
Achilles had then handed him the clothes. “I suppose since he is now gone, you would get better use out of them than he. Besides as much as I know you are proud to be Mohawk, you’d attract less attention in these than your tribal dress.” When he had tried to tell him that he didn’t need to be given such robes, that he didn’t deserve them, Achilles cut him off, saying that it would be more disrespectful to turn down such an honor. He had thanked him profusely, promising he would give them back when he returned from his mission. The old man chuckled and before walking back inside the manor telling him not to make promises he didn’t intend to keep. The rest of his good-byes around the homestead went as he expected, wishing him luck and safety--although there were a few more tears to be had on Faulkner’s part (the man was considerably drunk)--before he finally departing for Boston.
The trip to the town wasn’t anything Kanen'tó:kon didn’t expect, quiet and relatively serene. Thankful for the peace, if the port was anything like Haytham had described this was the last of any calmness he’d get for awhile. He went on ahead to the meeting place where Haytham had set up camp a mile out of town. When he arrived the man was hunched over the fire, winter had indeed come early and coated the surrounding lands in thick blankets of snow, desperately trying to warm up. Sneaking up behind him quietly he tapped the man on his shoulder lightly making him jump in surprise and whip around quickly when he he couldn’t contain his laughter.
“You’re lucky I didn’t kill you, boy. Do you know how dangerous sneaking up on me is? I could have shoved my blade between your eyes before you even had a chance to explain yourself.” Haytham snapped, annoyed.
“I am sorry Haytham. I could not help myself with you huddled over the fire and shivering like a wolf pup with out a full grown winter pelt.” Kanen'tó:kon smiled brightly, as much as he hated to admit it, riling Haytham up was more fun than it should have been. He huffed in irritation, brushing off the snow he had got onto himself during his panic.
“I did not come all the way out here from my warm tavern just for you to play pranks on me. We have work to do.” He glanced over him before scowling lightly. “I hope you aren’t planning on entering the town dressed like that. The soldiers won’t let you past the main gates, let alone into the city.”
“Achilles gave me these.” He pulled the robes out his pack, showing them to Haytham. He looked them over, eyebrows raising in slight surprise and recognition.
“While I certainly wouldn’t have picked out such garments for you, these will have to do. Go change, I will stand guard while you do so.” Nodding lightly he moved into the tent that Haytham had set up for himself. It took him quite a good amount of time to put the robes on, the buttons were more complex than he had previously assumed, but he managed. He frowned lightly, they felt strange and heavy on him, much different than his normal clothes. It take a bit to get used to moving in these, let alone fighting.
Heading out of the tent he stopped when Haytham held up a hand, looking him over with a careful gaze.
“They suit you better than expected, well so long as no one sees your face. Wearing the hood should take of that problem easily.” He pulled the hood over his head with slight hesitation, he didn’t like the thought of having to hide his face it but if that was the only way to get to Washington so be it. He noticed the frown spread across the other’s face and tilted his head curiously.
“What is wrong?”
Haytham sighed lightly, and pulled at the braided hair that laid against his chest. “Is there anything I could do to have you cut these?”
“Will they hinder me in any way from getting to Washington?” He questioned.
“Well no-”
“Then no.” He stated simply. “If they have no effect on whether or not I am able to get to the man then they have no reason to go.” Haytham sighed a tad dramatically before shaking his head. “Shall we?”
“Yes, let’s not waste anymore time in this cold.” Kanen'tó:kon allowed Haytham to take the lead as he followed right behind him.
“We’ve been rather busy lately so I hope you don’t mind getting right down to business once we get inside. I’ll apologize in advance for our very small welcoming party since a few of the other main members have been since been wiped out.” Haytham started as they approached the outer gates that were closer than he had expected. They passed through the gate relatively easy, the men stationed among the top barely even glanced at them.
“Don’t let down your guard just yet,” He cut in quickly just before he was about to let out a sigh of relief, “that wasn’t the gate we should be worried about.” He opened his mouth to ask him where the actual gate he should be worried was until the man pointed to something ahead of him.
Oh, that gate.
It towered above the trees, with absolutely no other use than to intimidate travelers. Rows of soldiers stood onto of the structure, cannons aimed at them as they approached it. Hundreds of blank eyes stared them down, piercing them like knives as they remained in waiting for any wrong move. Any opportunity given that they could take use of it and practically turn them into a heap of flesh and bones.
“Easy,” Haytham whispered softly as they drew closer, “do not let them see that you’re tense, they will use that as an excuse to come and harass you.”
“There are so many of them.” Kanen'tó:kon breathed in surprise, he had expected a lot of them, but this, this was just insane. And these were only the guards for the gate. Who knew just how many lay in the city.
He felt his muscles scream at him in protest as they crossed through the gate, past all of the penetrating glances that now lay behind them. Letting out a breath that he didn’t even know he was holding he glanced over to Haytham who looked a little paler than normal, however the color was returning to his cheeks.
“Well, that was nerve-wracking was it not? I’ll admit that was the hardest part, if we manage to get in trouble in the city we are able to run and hide from them. Out there we are extremely exposed and those cannons pointing at us the whole time don’t exactly help.” Kanen'tó:kon nodded in agreement, feeling even better now that the ‘hardest’ part was indeed behind them. The rest of the walk to the town was rather uneventful, they passed several guard stations but they weren’t as terrifying as the men at the gate.
The city itself was more of what Kanen'tó:kon had dreamt of, a bustling, lively city. He stopped for a second just to look around in a bit of amazement, it was so different than the quiet of the homestead and even the frontier towns. Sure there were still a heavy amounts of guards patrolling the street but that didn’t seem to slow the city down yet.
“Kanen'tó:kon!” His gaze snapped sharply to where Haytham had called him a few places in front of him. “Are you planning on standing there and daydreaming all day or following me?” Feeling his cheeks heat up in embarrassment he was very glad the hood covered them as he caught up with the slightly irritated Englishman.
“Sorry I just-” Haytham cut him off with a hand.
“No need to apologize, I understand that Boston can be a tad overwhelming for a first time in the city.” He offered a light smile in response. “However time is of the essence, you’ll have much more of it to explore the city later.” He started walking again, Kanen'tó:kon made sure to stay right behind him, even if his eyes did wander to his surroundings again.
Before long the man stopped in front of a building called ‘The Green Dragon Tavern’ and opened the door, following him in he looked around. It was quaint and lively, there were groups of people at tables drinking and playing games. Haytham headed to the upper floors with Kanen'tó:kon remaining on his tail. When they reached the top he spotted a man sitting alone whom he recognized.
“This is Charles Lee,” Haytham stated as they went over to the table, “He acts as our eyes and ears on the inside of the palace.”
“I know who he is.” Haytham blinked in surprise. “He told me about the plans Washington’s men had for our village. Sadly we could not act enough time to drive them off.”
“I’m sorry I did not tell you quick enough. “ Charles responded as the two men sat down, Kanen'tó:kon replied sincerely, “It wasn’t your fault.”
“Well then,” Haytham started, “That takes care of our little meet and greet then. Charles why don’t you start off with the information you have so far acquired, if you have any.” A grimace of repulsion crossed his face for a quick second, making him wonder if he had even seen it at all as the man began.
“Well there isn’t too much going on in the castle, Washington just sits in there passing his days by locking himself up in his study and staring at the Apple. If he’s gaining anything from those sessions he has yet to reveal it.” Haytham frowned and was quiet as he thought something over for a moment.
“What about the false trade reports you submitted to him today?” He questioned lightly making the other man sigh.
“He barely even responded to those, he only nodded or shook his head as I asked him what I should do.” Charles answered before grumbling lightly “Too preoccupied with his new toy.”
“And what is that?” Haytham asked curiously making Charles snap up in surprise, as if he hadn’t expected the man to be paying attention to the last part.
“It’s nothing, Master Kenway.” He answered hastily. Haytham narrowed his eyes suspiciously and opened his mouth to ask once more until Lee cut him off. “If you must know it was one of a more, intimate nature. He had been using it during our discussion despite my obvious protests to such a vulgar display.”
“Ah, well I’m sorry you had to sit through that.” Haytham seemed satisfied with that answer and turned back to him. “Now let’s get down to the main part of the plan. As I told you before Washington has no problem lounging about in the palace all day because he isn’t worried, or doesn’t feel the need to be worried yet. That’s where you come in. As of right now the towns under his care are calm, he does not worry about an uprising because the people are too scared to do anything. That is, until we give the people the courage to start protesting about Washington’s tyranny.”
“What will you have me do?” Kanen'tó:kon asked leaning a bit, he was on the edge of his seat, eager to know what had to be done to bring that snake out of its hole.
“I need you to start causing chaos, not against the people of the colonies for if you act against them they might lump you in with one of Washington’s men and fear him even more so. I needed you to strike out against his soldiers, you’ll become notorious this way but that is what we want. We want people to know who you are, we want Washington’s men to recognize you on the streets as the man who can take down fifty of them without taking a scratch, we want you to become so well known in your crimes that Washington is trembling in his boots with fear.” He explained, watching Kanen'tó:kon’s facial reactions incase there was one of doubt. He remained neutral, absorbing the information before taking a moment to think it over.
On one hand this would be the quickest way to get the tyrant’s attention and more than likely cause a great deal of infamy across the land on his part. On the other hand he would could be labelled as a bloodthirsty killer with really no other purpose than slaughtering people in broad daylight.
“I see what you are suggesting, however what makes you so sure that this will get his attention and make those who are innocent see me as a hero and not just a killer?"
“You’ll always be labelled a killer, there is no way around that.” Haytham replied sternly. “However because your acts will only be against soldiers who commit atrocities, the fact that we will go to those who sell words as wares and make them preach about your good deeds and that we will have the old assassin recruits follow after you in methods, will convince the people that it is the time to uprise.” Kanen'tó:kon was quiet for a moment before standing up, taking the hatchet from his pack he drove it into the wooden post beside him, much to the shock and chagrin of the two men.
“I accept.”
Re: Welcome to the New Age - Part 8/???
(Anonymous) 2012-12-22 07:23 am (UTC)(link)I kind of hope that Kanen'tó:kon realizes the exact role that Charles Lee played in his village's destruction and all the lies. That man deserves to be burnt alive. >.>
Although...I guess I should give him the benefit of the doubt. It seemed like he tried his hardest NOT to look at Connor during the rape. Given that Connor's spent that last four years doing nothing else but eating, sleeping and being in a mental coma, he might look significantly different enough that Charles Lee actually didn't recognize him.
...nah, he makes for too convenient a villain. :P
Looking forward to the next chapter with eagerness! Will we get something with Haytham's POV?
Re: Welcome to the New Age - Part 8/???
(Anonymous) 2012-12-22 07:50 am (UTC)(link)...//am vindictive//
Re: Welcome to the New Age - Part 8/???
(Anonymous) 2012-12-22 07:25 am (UTC)(link)oooh god, and Kanen'tó:kon knows him, and possible trusts him more than he should, due to the warning he gave his village 4 years ago. No. no. nope.
“Where is George Washington?” I laughed at that, would be so ironic for him to run about shouting that!
I love the way you write Haytham, and I cannot wait for the next part!
As always, amazingly written, and going at a good pace :D
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-22 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)So Kanen'tó:kon is ready to step into Connor's former role it seems, ready to walk down the path of blood and vengeance. It's disturbing that he's willing to place his trust with Charles Lee ... very much like Connor had with Washington, and hope he realizes before it's too late what kind of monster Lee truly is.
I should feel horrible, but eagerly waiting for more Washcon...
Re: Welcome to the New Age - Part 8/???
(Anonymous) 2012-12-23 02:53 am (UTC)(link)Anon you stomp on my heart every time you update and I both love you and hate you for it! will be waiting eagerly for the next part!
Welcome to the New Age - Part 9/???
(Anonymous) 2012-12-23 07:34 am (UTC)(link)***
Haytham gave Kanen'tó:kon a pouch heavy with money before instructing him to rent a room at the inn a few blocks away. The younger man had looked a little hesitant in taking the bag of coins, considering protesting about it but he had cut him off and told him he could repay him later. The boy had then thanked the two of them before leaving, promising to start early tomorrow. Extremely pleased with how well pieces of the plan were coming together Haytham relaxed in his seat, resting his eyes for a moment.
Until Charles coughed uneasily.
“What is it Charles?” He sighed lightly, cracking open an eye to look at the man who was nervously glancing around, looking utterly awkward as he opened his mouth several times, struggling to say what he wanted to. Sitting back up and straightening his posture he looked at him seriously. “What is it?”
“Well it’s about Washington sir-”
“Charles.” He stopped the man sternly, he was not going to have this conversation again. “I know working under Washington is humiliating, but you are the only he was willing to take in as a personal assistant, even if it was just to rub it in your face that he is king. If he wasn’t so suspicious of me I would have taken that position. We need someone to be on the inside, what you’re doing is extremely important. Remember that the next time you wish to bring up this topic again.”
“Master Kenway it isn’t about the assignment.” His voice had suddenly turned extremely quiet, anxious as well.
“Well then what is it? Out with it Charles, I hope you don’t intend to keep me guessing all night.” He was exhausted from his journey across the frontier and he still hadn’t properly warmed up yet, curse the sloppy construction of this place.
“It’s about. .. . .” hesitating for a moment he whispered something lightly.
“Charles I hope you simply forgot that I’m turning into an old man and that my hearing is starting to go. Speak up.” He sighed when he saw Charles mumbled what sounded akin to “bollocks” under his breath.
“It’s about the assassin.”
“There are a lot of assassins Charles, which one are you talking about.” Lee’s dancing around the subject wasn’t helping his mood, he just hoped they’d get to the point before he decided it was a good time to snap.
“The native boy, Connor.”
Haytham blinked in surprise when he felt his heart stutter and his breath hitch. What was the man doing bringing up ghosts of the past now? He narrowed his eyes lightly, “What about Connor? Are you afraid I’m letting his memory distract me from work? I can assure you that I am not allowing myself to be overly concerned with things of long ago when we have important work to do right now in the present.”
“He’s alive, Haytham.”
The next thing Haytham knew is that he was in his room--how he go there he still to this day didn’t know, Charles said something about him nearly fainting but only a fool would believe such things--sitting on the bed while Charles locked the door, stuffing a blanket underneath the crack so no sound escaped before checking the windows. Connor alive? Impossible. He was dead, he saw him with his own eyes after Washington had killed him. Dead. He’d been gone for more than several years because of it, making his heart twinge each cold morning he woke up that marked the day of it.
“He’s dead.” He stated emotionlessly, making sure his companion didn’t see his throat tighten or his jaw clench. “He’s been that way for four years. Last week on Tuesday proved that. “
“If he’s dead then Washington has found his identical twin.” Charles snapped sarcastically pulled a chair from the corner of the room and sat in front of him, serious. “He’s alive Haytham, well he looked like he wished to be dead when I saw him last.”
“Where?” He muttered out quietly, he felt himself his body tingling in shock. Connor was alive, not dead, alive. His heart was pounding inside his chest as his mind race to think of all the things he must of missed to let this information slip by his notice. Washington hadn’t let him approach Connor’s body at the camp, he could’ve been unconscious the whole time and Haytham hadn’t even tried to see. Damn it! How could he let Washington walk away with the most important player on his side? How could he let Washington actually steal his son away from him? More importantly why was he letting this news affect him so greatly?
“Washington’s palace. I would have told you sooner but I didn’t want this news to affect Kanen'tó:kon. There is no telling what he could do with such information.” Well Charles was right in that sense, to tell him that is childhood friend was still alive inside the palace would either cause the young man to storm into the castle that moment with out regarding danger in order to rescue his old friend or slaughter him while thinking his friend was working with Washington. That begged the question, if Connor was indeed alive as Charles stated why had he been hiding from them? Why had he allowed Washington to help pretend he was dead? As much as Haytham could care less for Achilles the boy adored that man so why would he put him through so much unnecessary pain instead of telling him he was leaving?
“What is he doing there?” He questioned.
Now that made Charles look extremely uncomfortable. The man bit his lip lightly, looking like he was trying to think of something to say instead of blurting it out.
“Well, remember what I was saying earlier?” He began gently as if telling a child that their beloved pet had died.
“No, remember Charles I’m an old man. Tell me what is going on and do not hesitate in doing so!” The man had jumped lightly, taken aback by his ferocity--he really had to start thinking about getting a better leash on his anger, it was lacing his words with so much heat no one would be able to miss it. He supposed it was to be expected, after all Haytham prided himself on being able to have excellent control over his emotions and to start losing it over a man, a son he had only known for a little while was a tad shocking.
“Connor has become,” he closed his eyes and spoke through gritted teeth, “He has become Washington’s stress-reliever. The vulgar act I had witnessed in the throne room was him going about it with Connor, I would have originally said it was consensual.” He muttered, “ knowing the boy’s level of attraction for him I wouldn’t put it past him acting so lewdly, but the man had the boy chained up so tightly it looked like he was afraid that if one loop of it was too loose the boy would have run. And. . . .” his voice trailed off looking at Haytham if he should continue.
As much as he couldn’t take it anymore he nodded. He had to understand just what exactly the situation was, even if that meant listening to every gruesome detail.
“I have seen the boy many of times in instances where the odds are against him but he was still so defiant and stubborn. When I saw him there with Washington, he just looked so. . . . .broken. Normally I’d see it as a boon to us but in a situation such as this. . . . .He was the only one I thought that would be able to talk that loon on the throne down. If he can’t what use is there for us, sir?” Charles moved away, concern deep in his eyes a he watched him. He was quiet, he didn’t know what to think anymore. Connor was alive and he still couldn’t get over that it the first place. Was he really so daft as to ignore all the hints given on that fateful day four years ago that he had truly missed that key signs that Connor had been alive a long? How could he have left him like that? Haytham covered his face with his hands and rubbed his temples as he rested his elbows on his knees. Perhaps he didn’t deserve his son’s loyalty, he left him for dead without any more than a sideways glance.
But that didn’t mean Washington deserved his son anymore than he did.
If what Charles was saying held truth, Haytham didn’t want to even think about what could be happening right now behind the cold, stone walls of the palace, whose bricks snuffed the sounds of cries and screams during even the most silent night. He felt nauseous as the image of his son entered his head, battered and bloodied from all the wrong things as Washington towered behind him, breeches down and a malicious, insane grin decorated his face.
It was almost too much.
“I’m sorry, Master Kenway.” Charles apologized gently, reaching out and resting a hand upon his shoulder. “I would have tried to free him if it were possible, but I fear that if I did I would have been immediately killed and if not that chased out of the palace. We would never be able to get another agent in there again.”
“That’s quite all right, Charles.” Haytham responded, his voice thick with an emotion that he usually did very well to keep hidden now out in the open from the shock of the new revelation. “However this does complicate matters a great deal from now on.” Charles nodded somberly. It really complicated matters now.
Now they had a rescue on their hands, well if they could even get a chance to hold a successful rescue. Haytham pinched the bridge of his nose frustratedly, he was doing it quite a lot as of late as he tried to think of a what their next move should be.
“Does this seem to be a permanent situation that Washington has placed him in or. . . .?” He asked lightly watching as Lee took a moment to think it over.
“I think he means for it to continue on for a while longer, if that helps with anything.” He answered, looking a tad disgusted.
“Then we can wait. We cannot let this information provoke us into acting rashly, all these years of hard work would be lost that way. If Washington does not intend for him to be killed then we have the time necessary for form a better plan, even at a cost such as that.” Haytham raised a hand as Charles opened his mouth to interrupt. “This is enough for tonight. I have a lot to think on as it is and I can’t afford to be tired tomorrow.”
The man shut his mouth with a sigh and stood up, “Then I shall report to you once I finish my work at the palace tomorrow.”
Nodding lightly Haytham watched him leave, punching the wall furiously when he was sure Lee to be gone--now he had to pay with much needed coin to fix that wall, could anything go his way just for once? He could not afford to let him see him lose control of his emotions like that again, the damage was already done however. His son was alive, he still couldn’t believe it, and was being used as Washington’s personal harlot within that dungeon of a castle. He wouldn’t let that go. Sure he had his fair share of mistakes with Connor, putting him through quite unnecessary hoops to jump through at points--even going as far as to sign his own death warrant--but how dare Washington do anything to his son.
He fell into a restless sleep that night, his dreams plagued by piercing shrieks and blank eyes.
He really regretted telling Kanen'tó:kon to meet early outside the the tavern that morning. It was bitterly cold and the sky was still dark as the sun had yet to rise, snow was falling down in heaps, forewarning that of a blizzard making Haytham all the more irritable. Pulling his cloak further around himself he watched few people rush by him in the streets and into homes warmed by fires.
Lucky bastards.
He leaned back on the bench tiredly, rubbing his dark eyes that reflected the loss of sleep from the night before. As much as he was thankful for Charles announcement of the sudden fork that had appeared in the path of their plan he really wished that the man had kept the information to himself, if only for a few days. He glanced up at the sky to watch the snowflakes fall, hoping that would keep him awake until Kanen'tó:kon arrived.
The large chunk of snow that fell off the roof and buried him did that and so much more.
Leaping out of the heap like a cat does in water, he quickly began brushing himself off while thanking whatever higher being was watching him that the streets were empty so no one had heard his shrill shriek of surprise when the icy substance had slid down his pants. He shook himself violently as he tried to make sure the snow slipped out of his clothes, until he remember he had tucked it into his boots when the snow settled there. Perfect.
The barking laughter among the roof immediately gave who the perpetrator was away as the man leaped into a nearby tree and climbed down, trying to hold back glee when he came closer. Haytham was going to kill the boy.
“I am sorry,” Kanen'tó:kon said between snickering as he wiped what looked like tears from his eyes. “I could not help myself.”
“Then I suggest you learn how to keep your urges under control.” Haytham hissed and shivered as he felt some remaining snow slide down his back, leaving him more frigid than he already was. The boy calmed down after a moment, smile still plastered on his face but no longer giggling like an excited child. “Are you ready to work now?” He sighed lightly when the man nodded eagerly. It was going to be a long day. Beckoning for him to walk alongside them they headed down the main street.
“The reason I called you out here so early this morning is to make sure you didn’t die right away.” He noticed that the youth frowned, offended no doubt that Haytham seemed to be suggesting he wasn’t a good fighter. He cut him off before he could protest, “It is not because I distrust Achilles’ training or that you are just poor at fighting itself, it is because I do not want you to be overwhelmed by waves of soldiers when you still haven’t grown used to fighting yet. While there are plenty of guards in the city, early in the morning there aren’t as many running around, so it will be easier for you to escape while getting a feel for how you will conduct your “mayhem”. When I believe you to be ready and hear the whispers of your doings amongst the town’s citizens then I shall move you up to later hours in the day.”
Kanen'tó:kon was quiet as he listened intently, going over the details in his head. At least, Haytham thought, the boy actually paid attention well. The sound of marching made Haytham pause and pull the younger man into a nearby ally.
“Can you hear that?” He questioned lowly, noticing Kanen'tó:kon’s eyes widen lightly before he nodded. “Good. For this first instance I will stay here and come to your aid if you need help, after this I will not be here and you’ll have to fend for yourself, understand?” The boy did. “Well make sure you aren’t too loud and for goodness’ sake do not let yourself die.” Gulping the boy moved past him and poked his head out of the ally just in time to watch a group of four or five soldiers past. He heard the youth take in a deep breath before walking out, hand holding onto the hilt of his weapon tightly before breaking into a sprint, tomahawk raised.
The next thing Haytham knew was a soldier was on the ground, head nearly severed as he watched the boy moved onto the next one, the soldiers--if they were allowed to make facial expressions they would have widened their eyes in surprise--struggled to hold up their muskets to stop the boy from cutting them down.
It was over in a matter of moments, Kanen'tó:kon panted heavily before hanging his tomahawk back on his side. Walking over he looked at the dead soldiers on the ground around him, trying very hard not to let his surprise show, before glancing at the youth.
“Perhaps I did underestimate you.”
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-23 07:59 am (UTC)(link)Maybe Charles only deserves a slight beating for traumatizing Connor back when he was 5? :)
Kanen'tó:kon is wonderful here. His interactions with Haytham is so...charming and lighthearted, despite the type of quest they're about to embark on. He's so lovable...but like another anon, I wonder how Connor will take Kanen'tó:kon's new relationships with people who were Connor's 'inner circle' as it were.
And Haytham...not OP, but I'm loving how he's still strategic and methodical to wait for a good opportunity to get Connor out, rather than working on the problem right away. He's always been very strategic in the game, and I think you're keeping his actions very true to the game Haytham.
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(Anonymous) 2012-12-24 03:05 am (UTC)(link)Also, I don't think they were OOC at all. =] It all seems like something they'd do in this kind of situation.
And I dunno, but seeing Kanen acting all cheerful and playing pranks on Haytham is just...so adorable! <3 I'm really loving all their interactions!
This just keeps getting better and better anon. I am eagerly awaiting part 10!
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It wasn’t surprising to Connor that his days spent in that suffocating room became more comforting than it should be. The darkness--that had always been is greatest companion throughout his assassin career--would hold him in it’s gentle embrace, sometimes even protecting him from Washington’c cruel eyes when he would come in for his favorite activity. The hours spent inside used to drag on like years, until he had come to appreciate the time he spent inside those hours began passing like seconds, dreading when Washington would decide it to be time for another round.
He had only realized he had spent a year in confinement when Washington had let it slip during one of his ramblings, the man liked to talk when he would force himself onto Connor. His voice would always be thick with lust and his speeches were always interrupted by his harsh panting at points or sloppy kisses. His kisses were in fact the worse than the violation itself, they were akin to how a lover may kiss their partner, but the smirk that held on his lips the whole time made sure that for even one moment Connor would not confuses his kisses with affection.
It was just about satisfaction.
The only reason Washington had chosen him to be apart of this was because of his ‘exotic appeal’ that had gained that man’s attention in the first place. Washington also spoke about the overwhelming ‘temptation’ of bedding a young man with such ‘muscular limberness’. It was enough to make him wish that perhaps he hadn’t done enough to hide the knowledge that he was half-native. It was enough to make him wish that he looked more like his father.
It disgusted him.
He tried to not let himself think to much on what was happening to him, he mostly tried to sleep in those moments alone. Hoping to have clear mind when he awoke, hoping to have formulated a plan on how to escape when he came to. It never happened. But what was the point anyway? If he managed to undo the bindings around his wrists what could he do then? A year’s worth of lying around and doing nothing made sure all those muscles he had worked years to achieve were now gone, slightly emaciated from lack of a constant stream of food--anything that wasn’t just bread, cheese, and water--and becoming so weak that if he stood up on his own he would probably collapse. Now even if he did possess the strength to escape there was no way he would be able to fight his way through hordes of guards, not without his weapons at least. During one of his mornings, being dragged across the floor to Washington’s study as usual, he had seen Charles Lee holding a bundle of items wrapped in cloth. He knew just what lay beneath the it when he saw a glimpse of the assassin symbol. At that point in time he had become so angry at seeing Lee’s hands on his weapons, screaming at him in fury as he was taken down another hall. But now looking back on it there was no reason for him to get so angry, it wasn’t like he was ever going to be able to use them again.
That didn’t mean he had to like Lee getting his hands all over his things though.
He wondered if Lee might have told Haytham, if he was even still alive, about it. Perhaps that’s why no one was saving him, his father knew he wouldn’t cause anymore trouble for his Templar brothers under Washington’s watch. He shouldn’t be surprised that his father wouldn’t come for him, it was too dangerous a rescue for someone he knew would never see eye to eye with. Connor wished maybe he hadn’t been so harsh with his father, maybe that way they’d attempt a rescue for him. Even if they hadn’t succeeded Connor would know that at least someone knew he was here and still cared about him. That he was even worth a rescue and that he could think about fighting out of this mess instead of curled up in a ball, wallowing in self-pity day in and out. He heard harsh footfalls of boots outside his door breaking out of his thoughts and felt his breath hitch for a moment.
Washington was in one of those moods.
After his original meeting with the new ‘King’ he had believed that Washington had been a cruel, sadistic, malicious, beast with no conscience because he believed Connor deserved to be punished after trying to stop him from assaulting his village. He learned that, that was Washington in his happiest mood.
When the man was angry however, Connor felt his heart stutter as he remembered days spent with him raping him over and over and over and over. He used what he called ‘knife-play’ during those sessions, which was no more than just dragging a knife over him, watching blood pour from the cuts muttering something about making someone pay greatly for the loss of his soldiers. Normally the man attempted to be gentle, even though there was nothing but roughness that came from those fingers, even going as far as to prepare him sometimes. When he was furious there always had to be blood spilled while taking part in it, Washington said it was to “make sure even you savages bled the some blood as normal men do’. What scared Connor the most was that the man was becoming more angry than normal lately, he believed that if the man didn’t calm down soon he was going to die.
The door opened and Washington marched in, eyes ablaze. Grabbing him by his hair and dragging him off the bed, making him hiss in sharp pain before he was thrown over the man’s shoulder.
“You’ve got a whole lot of explaining to do boy!” Washington roared as he headed back out of the hall. “You better hope that your ready to spill whatever information you’ve kept back from me, I am in no mood to spend the whole day interrogating you for worthless information.”
There was no use in Connor trying to question the insane man what he was speaking of for there would be no direct or understandable answer given. All he could do here was just blurt out what he thought the man wanted and hoped he was satisfied with it enough to put him back in the safety of his room.
Heading into his study angrily he shut the door behind him with a slam before shoving Connor onto the large, oak desk. Placing his hands on either side of him he bent over him, face hanging a few inches above him glowering fiercely.
“It isn’t good to keep secrets from me, Connor.” He threatened lowly as he gripped his neck. “So now I expect you to tell me all about this little thing you’ve been hiding from me.”
Connor gagged as he pressed down, he wished his hands were free to push the offending one on his neck away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” he managed to choke out. Wrong answer as he thought. He felt his breeches being torn off and then heard Washington’s own being pulled down. He was glad that over the past year his body had grown used to Washington’s cock and endless rutting so that it didn’t hurt nearly as much as it did the first time it happened.
That didn’t mean he had to like it.
“Please,” He begged when he felt the man’s cock press up against him, “I do not know what you are talking about!” He bit back a groan when he felt the man push deep inside of him in response, pinning down his hips when he tried to move away.
“Connor, Connor, Connor.” Washington tutted, there was that low husky growl entering his voice again. “You will do well not to lie to me, you should have told me there was another of you.” He released his throat and reached over to the opposite table to grab something as he pushed in deeper. He cried out sharply at the sudden burn, it had been awhile since he had pushed in that deeply.
“I-I really do not know!” He pleaded, he hated these types of interrogations where he couldn’t jut spit out an answer since he didn’t even know what the man was talking about. But he nearly sighed in relief when there was a wanted poster shoved into his face, now he had a chance.
The man’s face in the wanted poster was hidden underneath a beaked hood, ironically similar to his old wanted posters. The words below read about a young man in his mid-twenties wanted for the mass murders of soldiers within the cities, he was also described as being Mohawk. When Connor tried to read more Washington thrusted into him roughly making him throw his head back and choke on a shout.
“Who is he?” His voice was low, the only sound in the room was the paper crinkling under his grip and labored breathing. Connor’s mind spun to think up a quick lie that would hopefully get him out of trouble for now, his tongue was thick as he sputtered out.
“I-I do not exactly know,” He gulped when he saw Washington’s face darken, “I-I only heard rumors about him living on the outskirts of Lexington. They said he was working to join me, but was not ready yet. That is all I know.” He held his breath when he saw the man think about it for a moment. “I promise.”
“Well,” he began carefully, “He has only started becoming a pest in the last year so I cannot expect you to know anything.” The dangerous mood that had clouded the room once they had entered was gone, leaving him trembling with relief. “However, you lied to me.”
“What?” Connor snapped accusingly. “I did not! You are making that up!” He cried out in pain when Washington pulled his hips down in time with him pushing in cruelly.
“I didn’t make anything up, Connor. When I asked you what you knew you said you didn’t know anything which is clearly a lie since you just told me the truth a moment ago. And for that I will have to punish you again. Really Connor I would have expected you to know better.” He kissed him deeply, making sure to shove his tongue down his throat like he always did. Connor wondered how badly he’d be punished if he actually went with his stomach’s cries to be sick in the man’s mouth.
Pretty bad probably.
He shut his eyes tightly, trying to ignore the now full on rutting Washington was doing below him. At least, he thought lightly, the man hadn’t tried to give him anymore pleasure since a few months after he awoke. Washington had grown tired of giving him ‘pleasure’ when Connor had refused to give in and enjoy it, he supposes that’s really the only type of defiance he can do when he’s restrained and penetrated like this. Screaming at him about how atrocious and vile he was only encouraged him or caused him to kiss him more to block out his screeching, while begging him to stop only made him feign gentleness, which admittedly was even more frightening than his fury.
Washington parted from the kiss after a few more moments leaving him panting to get his breath back, which was stolen away again when a particular deep thrust was slammed into him. He felt the tell-tale sign of warm tears trickling down his face and couldn’t even be bothered with them, he cried every time it happened. Both he and Washington had grown use to his eyes watering during his ‘sessions’.
He shuddered when he heard a low groan above him and a familiar warmth filling him up. Washington pulled out lightly, a frown upon his face as he stared down at him.
“I’m afraid you aren’t learning your lessons, Connor.” He stated blankly. And what gave that away? Connor wanted to snarl at him. “So I must take desperate measures to teach you to obey and give into me from now on.” He snapped his fingers and a soldier came in, staring past them at the wall distantly. He gave the man a nod before he then pulled down his pants and began to work himself.
Connor blanched nervously, feeling his throat constrict, Washington was whispering in his ear now. “If I can’t teach you, maybe he’ll do better with you.” The man was hard within seconds and as Washington moved away the soldier took his place, glowering down at him with glazed over eyes.
“No.” Not this, he could handle Washington but to be given out to one of the nameless men who served in his slave army was different. The former Commander’s eyes bore into with cold amusement at his plea. He tried to squirm away but the soldier grabbed his hips, pinning him there as he pressed up against him. No! His mind shrieked at him. “P-Please do not do this! I will obey you, I promise!” Washington seemed to consider it as he held the mind-controlled man still with a firm hand on his shoulder from even beginning.
“Do you want me, Connor?” He asked in a low purr. Connor knew what he was doing, but he was not about to let himself be used by another man.
“Yes.” He whispered quietly, voice trembling in order to make sure none of his anger seeped through.
“Do you fantasize about me inside of you?” He questioned, his voice low as his eyes darkened with desire. Shutting his eyes tightly he nodded, despising himself.
“Do you want me to be the one who fills you up every night?” He nodded again, shivering in relief when he felt the soldier move away from him and Washington come to take his place. He could have died from the absolutely humiliation Washington had put him through. He could have died from the feeling of absolute relief that spread through him when he felt Washington push inside him, Washington kiss him with bruising force, Washington grab his cock and work him up to arousal. How could he let himself stoop so low that he was actually grateful that it was he was violating him and not some soldier?
Perhaps it was the fact he’d rather be used by one man and one alone, one he was used to, one he expected this from instead of an unknown, someone with terrifying blank eyes.
He screamed in both surprise and pleasure when Washington buried himself inside him, brushing up against that certain spot deep inside him, before spilling his seed between them. A wave of nausea passed over him when he felt Washington fill him up again as well before pulling out himself. Panting heavily as he tried to get his breath back, he barely flinched when the man was gripping his hair once more, cracking his eyes open lightly to stare up into ice blue ones.
“I’d say that’s enough punishment for today, Connor. I think you’ve learned your lesson well enough. But if you think about acting out again, or lying to me.” He cautioned silently, tightening his hold for a moment before relaxing. “I’ll get Charles to do it next time.”
Connor felt his eyes widen in shock, his breath catching in his throat. “You would not.”
“Oh I would.” He promised before pulling up his breeches and then Connor’s own. “I know you would learn the lesson very quick if he get’s involved.” With that he snapped his fingers once again for two soldiers to come in and drag him back to his room. They got him there quick enough and this time even had the courtesy to toss him onto the bed. He felt himself choke up before he even knew he had to cry, tears pouring down his eyes in disgust with himself.
If he was held here any longer he was going to go just as insane as Washington.
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Sad to hear you'll be gone for a few days, but enjoy the holidays! Looking forward to the next installment when you get back!
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