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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
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Charles/Haytham, Connor watching
(Anonymous) 2013-01-06 12:04 am (UTC)(link)Minifill: Charles/Haytham, Connor watching
(Anonymous) 2013-01-08 01:38 am (UTC)(link)He hears a noise. There’s no reason for it. Haytham has been spotted in New York yesterday by Jacob, who said the Templars apparently have business with the British Army over there for the following days, leaving this particular stronghold empty. Connor should be free to explore without risks. Maybe it is one of the cats his father feeds when he thinks no one is watching. Some must follow him home from time to time.
He continues his explorations. There has to be useful information somewhere.
He hears it again. He ignores it, secure in his knowledge that he’s alone.
It won’t stop. He decides he must find the source of said noise. Ignoring further would be imprudent. Who knows what it could be.
He follows the sounds. As he approaches, he hears more clearly. Those are moans, probably the complaints of someone in pain, having been tortured by his father and left here, unattended, to suffer while he won’t be disturbing anyone. Such a man must be an enemy of the Templars. Connor must find this man and free him, or end his suffering if all hope is lost. His decision made, he approaches faster.
The rooms he reaches are obviously bedrooms. Connor would have thought that prisoners would be kept somewhere else, such as the basement, but he doesn’t claim to understand the minds of men as twisted as Charles Lee.
He refuses to entertain any reasons for why a prisoner would be detained near a bed.
Finally, he finds the provenance of the moans. The man must be in horrible pain for him to be this loud, even when alone. Connor must help him. The door is open. He supposes that for a jailer, a captive has no need for privacy. He’s about to go through the doorway when he catches his first glimpse of the inhabitant of the room, or, as it happens, the inhabitants. His first thought is this: Jacob’s training is deficient. He should be able to identify someone as distinctive as my father without fail, and yet he obviously failed, as he’s here right now. With Charles Lee.
His thoughts are interrupted by the voice he heard, that he now knows as his father’s, distorted until it can barely be recognised by what must be pleasure. His father obviously enjoys what his happening to him, even if Connor can’t see his face from where he is. He has no idea how could one want to be this close to Charles Lee, but it’s not like he expects Haytham to make reasonable life choices; he left the Assassins for the Templars, after all.
Haytham is on the bed, using the last of his strength to hold himself on his hands and knees. Charles Lee is pushing inside of him repeatedly, as hard as he can. Neither of them can see Connor; he can see their back, but not their faces. He does not need to anyway, not with the moans currently turning into screams, letting him know just how much his father enjoys being mounted by his mortal enemy. He sees Charles reaching under his father, presumably to wrap his hand around Haytham’s penis. He must have gotten it right, because his father shouts and collapse barely a few minutes later. Charles falls alongside Haytham, continuing to take him until he too reaches completion.
Connor knows some men feel the need to be close to others this way, even if such desires are alien to him. What he can understand, and what terrifies and disgusts him a lot more, is the way Haytham rolls on his back to plaster himself against Lee, who is tenderly pushing Haytham’s sweat-soaked locks out of his face. They exchange words too softly for Connor to hear, but he does not have to understand them; Haytham’s tender expression says all that needs to be said. They are kissing now, slowly and lingering, and Connor can’t watch this anymore. He feels like an intruder in a way that he did not when he was searching the manor for information. This is private, and he should not be here to witness it.
As he leaves the manor, he’s still not sure if he found out something worth his time. He only hopes that knowing his enemies are as human as he is won’t handicap him in the incoming fights.
Re: Minifill: Charles/Haytham, Connor watching
(Anonymous) 2013-01-08 09:03 am (UTC)(link)Re: Charles/Haytham, Connor watching
(Anonymous) 2013-02-19 09:42 pm (UTC)(link)