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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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Re: Connor/Haytham with Charles watching
(Anonymous) 2013-01-27 03:08 am (UTC)(link)_________________________________
When he first met Haytham, Charles thought him to be completely driven by the Order’s goals, an incarnation of their values. The idea that such a man could be in need of companionship was almost too ridiculous to speak of. Charles himself was too involved in demonstrating how he could be an asset to the Templars to analyse how he felt about the one he called Master Kenway.
He didn’t have to wonder for very long. The instantaneous interest Haytham showed in the native woman whose name was both impossible to pronounce and unimportant provoked a jealousy unlike anything he had felt before. It took him completely be surprise; until then, he had never felt attraction toward other men. Helpless against the situation, he watched as Haytham distanced himself from him and the others to spend time with her.
After they went their separate way for reasons Charles wishes he knew, Haytham never took another lover. He dedicated himself to the Order body and soul, as he should as far as Charles was concerned. She stayed his only mistake; one Charles forgave but never forgot. He made sure she would never reach him again; while he took no pleasure in burning down her village, he could admit to himself he appreciated the finality of knowing her dead, forever cut off from their leader.
He only understood how much he had failed when he learned that she had given him a son, one who had survived the attack on her tribe and had grew up to become an Assassin, somehow. From this very moment, he knew the boy, who had publicly claimed his father’s name, would be a dangerous obstacle. If someone could lead Haytham astray again, it was surely her son. Haytham was a good man. Opposing his child, his one reminder of her, would be hard on him. Once again, Charles should take care of the distraction. For Haytham’s sake.
He knows Haytham is trying to work with the boy, Connor. He hopes to bring him to their side, like Reginald Birch before him. Charles thinks this foolish. The other Templars won’t want to work with the murderer of their allies. They’ll never trust him. Worst, he makes Haytham vulnerable, and that can’t be tolerated.
They’re meeting tonight. He knows where and when. He’ll find then and wait until after whatever task Haytham has planned is done and Haytham himself, long gone to take Connor by surprise, when he will be tired and, hopefully, his guard will be lowered.
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He never once doubted that Haytham’s naked body would be as magnificent as he imagined it to be. He just never thought he would see it in such circumstances. When his will had weakened, he has allowed himself to fantasise about Haytham’s face, contorted by pleasure as he slides in Charles until he reaches completion. Charles would have felt even the idea of him taking Haytham presumptuous. From what he can see, he was wrong. Haytham obviously enjoys receiving a man inside of him, even if, or is it because, this man is his own son. If Charles had had any idea that this was something Haytham wanted, he would have given it to him more than happily.
He can’t help but think that this must be the damned woman’s influence. Her soiled blood removed all shame from her descendant, allowing him to bed his own father without remorse. He looks rough to him, young and unskilled, but surely this is but a trick to entice Haytham, because he can only be a wicked and experimented trickster to seduce his father. If Charles had any doubt about Connor’s eventual fate, they have been cleared away. He will die, painfully if Charles can manage it, for having tainted Haytham that way. If he could, he would kill him right now. Connor will never be more exposed than he is at the moment, but Haytham would never forgive him for it, and Charles can’t risk it.
As Connor moves one more, Haytham thrusts to meet him, and Charles is fascinated. He finds his imagination lacking, as he could never had pictured the expression Haytham is making right now. He feels himself reacting to such an arousing sight in ways he should definitively not while spying on his leader and the man who vowed to kill him. Haytham is letting out incoherent sounds, his nails leaving bloody trails on the Assassin’s back. If only Haytham was entertaining someone else, anyone else, Charles could easily ignore them as the insignificant individual whose only worth was in being Haytham’s plaything for the night and just enjoy the sights before him. He’d be jealous, he hasn’t mastered his human nature to this level yet, but he would know whoever is taking Haytham would be but a memory the day after. Sadly, this was the Assassin wrapping his hand around Haytham’s erection and stopping the sweet pleas for more with his lips. At least this way he won’t have to hear Haytham uttering the murderer’s name in a tone that no Templar should use while referring to an Assassin. Charles himself is hard, the anger, jealousy, disgust and shame he’s feeling not stopping him for wishing it was his hand stroking Haytham through his orgasm, him pulling out of his lover to soothe him and whisper sweet nothings in his ear.
He’s not. Charles is only the voyeur hiding in the shadows, getting unreasonably excited by spying on someone he calls a friend while plotting to kill said friend’s son and lover.
As he watches them lying together, Charles decides he has to leave. It will take some time for him to accept this new reality. Maybe killing the Assassin now would alienate Haytham forever. It might push him back to the Assassins, which would be a terrible loss. Retreat and regroup is what he should do. He stares at them a little longer, still uncomfortably aroused, before he leaves them to it.
Re: Connor/Haytham with Charles watching
(Anonymous) 2013-01-27 04:15 am (UTC)(link)OP has died and gone to fanfiction heaven
(Anonymous) 2013-01-28 05:15 am (UTC)(link)Re: Writer!Anon here
(Anonymous) 2013-01-29 02:41 am (UTC)(link)