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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
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FILL 21/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-20 01:36 am (UTC)(link)This chapter is pretty iffy where consent is concerned. Remember: consent that is forced or given out of fear is not true consent. Consent can be revoked at any time. You do not have an obligation to consent to anything under any circumstances.
Connor spends most of the next day wondering how to ask Haytham if they can do something else. He doesn't want to offend Haytham or make him angry or upset, and he knows that he can't possibly tell him the real reason he doesn't want to be fucked.
I'm sorry is as far as his brain gets. It's unfair to even think like this, isn't it? Haytham trusts him, had allowed him to fuck him senseless (and oh how senseless his moans and cries had been). To say that he can't let Haytham do the same to him is hypocritical, isn't it?
When Haytham knocks on his door, he feels guilty. He lets Haytham kiss him and guide him to the bed, to start undressing them.
"I... was wondering..." he starts, hesitantly. He can't look Haytham in the eyes, so he looks at the fireplace instead.
"What is it?" Haytham prompts, after Connor spends almost a minute agonising over his words.
"I, uh..." Connor squeezes his eyes shut, and swallows. "That is, uh..."
"Don't you want this?" Haytham asks, and Connor lets himself glance at Haytham's face. He doesn't look confused so much as irritated. Haytham sighs, impatiently. "You really should've said something earlier. I hate being lead on."
"No, that wasn't it," Connor says automatically, starting to panic despite his best efforts. "I want this, I do, I just wanted to say that--"
"That what?" Haytham demands.
He can't say no, so he pleas for protection instead.
"I prefer your bed," he says, sliding his arms around Haytham's shoulders. "I want to share it with you. Always."
There is silence for a moment, and Haytham's frown smooths out. He shuts his eyes and bows his head slightly.
"I'm sorry for being so snappy," he says. "I'm just tired. I would be honoured to share my quarters with you."
And with that, their conversation is over. Connor takes a deep breath, and decides to grin and bear it. It's irrational. Stupid. Haytham is nothing like Lee. Nothing.
He helps Haytham finish undressing them both, and obediently angles his hips as Haytham asks.
"Close your eyes and relax," Haytham says, coating his fingers with the same kind of slick emulsion they'd used a few weeks before. Connor obeys and tries not to flinch as Haytham's fingers do the same as Lee's did.
Except it's not the same. Haytham is concerned for Connor's wellbeing. Lee cared only to make himself comfortable. He tries to block out the memories of Lee's hands grabbing and pushing and touching where they shouldn't.
"You're awfully tense," Haytham says.
"Feels strange," Connor replies, hating himself for not enjoying this. "Not sure I like it."
"Hmm."
Haytham's fingers suddenly brush against one particular spot, and Connor yelps, eyes snapping open, partly from shock, partly from arousal despite himself. Haytham's fingers find that spot again and rub, and Connor's hips jerk and he has to bite back a moan.
This is how it's supposed to feel, he realises. Just as quicky as that thought blossoms into being, it withers, replaced by anger that Lee ever caused him such pain in the first place. His body might enjoy this, but his mind does not, even as Haytham adds more fingers and kisses up the line of hair from his penis to his navel.
It is worse when Haytham removes his fingers and viola-- penetrates him. It's not a violation, he tells himself desperately. It's not a violation. It takes a minute for Haytham to find an angle that elicits sounds of pleasure from Connor.
Haytham grasps his jaw and they kiss, and Connor tries to forget the way Lee's tongue darted into his mouth, just as Haytham is doing.
Haytham's hips move quicker, his breath laboured. He slips a hand down between them, and strokes and pulls and squeezes Connor's cock in all the right ways, and Connor tries to move his hips, to give both he and Haytham more pleasure. He wishes that his mind could find this as blissful an experience as his body does, and forget the horrible things Lee had done.
Haytham groans and shudders, lifting his mouth from Connor's for a moment as he comes. Connor tries to resist his own orgasm as long as possible, because the sight of Haytham in such ecstasy is the most beautiful thing he has ever seen, and he wants to etch this moment in his mind forever. Haytham's eyes are still glassy when Connor gasps and arches his back and spurts white between their stomachs.
He feels sick at the too-familiar feeling of someone else's semen inside him, and Haytham withdraws slowly. He takes the cloth Haytham presses into his hand, and cleans himself up as best he can. Then Haytham pulls him back onto the bed, and they burrow under the sheets and Haytham whispers sweet nothings to him with that silky smooth voice.
For the first time in far too long, Connor feels safe. He's not happy, but for now safety is more than enough. Haytham is here, after all. Lee isn't going to touch him again. Hickey won't try anything funny. He might have to speak with Johnson, but at least he can call on Haytham if need be. Should he be plagued by nightmares, Haytham will surely rub soothing circles into his shoulders and hold him until the images trickle from his mind.
Yes. For now, he is most certainly safe.
And yet he cannot stop his hands from trembling, nor can he distract himself from the nausea rising in his stomach. He wants to cry, and he doesn't know why. Haytham made him come, so it must've been good.
He'd wanted it, hadn't he?
He falls asleep frustrated with himself.
Re: FILL 21/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-20 02:30 am (UTC)(link)Re: FILL 21/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-20 05:13 am (UTC)(link)Even though this was dub-con, it still made me terribly sad to read. Was it sexier than the non-con with Lee? Yes, a bit, but my heart still aches for Connor. I remembered while reading this that he's still so young, only 18. IF he ever manages to get out of this situation, I doubt that sex will be a positive experience for Connor anytime in the near future. He's been very traumatized. It is possible that a partner who takes things slowly and carefully would be able to help him feel good in the future, though. Or maybe he just won't want to have sex again. He's kind of asexual in this fic, anyway.
You're super talented though, WriterAnon. I eagerly await Part 22! (shamelessy refreshes page a bunch of times)
Re: FILL 21/?
(Anonymous) 2012-12-20 05:21 am (UTC)(link)I pretty much just spent the whole fill wanting to give Connor a therapy dog or something. (I would say a big hug but given how fucked in the head he is right now that might not be as comforting as it could be).