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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
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Templars/Pitcairn
(Anonymous) 2013-02-11 06:30 am (UTC)(link)it doesn't necessarily have to be smutty, but smutty would be preferable.
Re: Templars/Pitcairn
(Anonymous) 2013-02-11 07:55 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Templars/Pitcairn
(Anonymous) 2013-02-15 06:27 am (UTC)(link)There is SO MUCH COnHayth and not enough Templar loving! NEED MORE TEMPLAR LOVINGS.
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(Anonymous) 2013-02-23 11:14 am (UTC)(link)Re: Templars/Pitcairn
(Anonymous) 2013-02-28 10:32 am (UTC)(link)Attention (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-02-28 03:18 pm (UTC)(link)There'd been a lot of trouble in the Frontier towns since the Tea Party mess the month before, and since he'd been the highest-ranked man about, it had fallen to him to sort the bloody fools out. Oh, it had been simple enough. A few well-placed threats and a lot of very visible patrols had been enough to quiet the loudmouths causing the trouble, but it was an uneasy sort of peace he'd achieved. Still, he didn't care. He was on leave now, a couple of weeks of resting and not trekking around the whole bloody forest with men who were far too lazy when it came to anything except complaining.
He had two hours until the meeting with Haytham and the others at the Green Dragon Inn. Plenty of time to eat and have a bath. Oh, he could have probably bathed while he was supposed to be marching, but he wasn't the sort of man to indulge in pleasures not granted to his lackeys. As if they needed anything else to complain about.
When he arrived, Catherine was kind as ever, and gave him a bowl of stew and a pot of tea while she drew a bath for him. In less than half an hour, he was sliding into blissfully hot water, his uniform left folded just outside the door so as to be cleaned. He leant back against the side of the tin tub, relishing the feeling of no longer having numb feet. He'd missed this, the simple pleasures of decent soap and a roaring fireplace.
When the water started to cool, John levered himself up with some difficulty. The past few weeks had been especially rough, and he was on the verge of falling asleep. Still, he managed to drag himself to the bed and pull on some civilian clothes: a pair of old, worn breeches and a clean linen shirt. He tried not to think too hard about the murky grey-brown the bathwater had turned. He was more or less clean now, and he didn't have to wear that powdered wig again until he rejoined the forces in New York.
He took a quick glance at the clock in the corner of the room. He had an hour until his Templar brothers arrived. Surely half an hour's sleep wouldn't hurt? He certainly needed the refreshment. How long had it been, anyway? He'd been surviving on a few hours snatched here and there, in uncomfortable corners of freezing forests. Half an hour's rest in a good bed would probably do him a world of good.
Intending to get up and ask for a wake-up-call when his brothers arrived, John shut his eyes for a moment, and leant back on the bed. Good God this was heaven compared to the cramped cots the military used.
He sighed. A few nights in a warm inn, and he'd be good as new.
When John next opened his eyes, it was because he felt cool hands pulling at his body, weight shifting on the bed, fabric sliding over his skin. Someone kneed him in the gut, possibly by accident. Without a second thought, he lashed out, and tried to sit up. 'Tried' was the operative word. There was, for some reason, someone leaning over him who pushed him straight back onto the pillows.
"Bloody 'ell, John!" Thomas' voice sounded pained. "Right in the neck, you bastard!"
"What on earth are you doing in here?" John tried to demand, but sleep slurred his voice. He blinked, and saw William's face swim into view above him. "What's the time?"
"Quarter past nine," Haytham said, to the left of him. "We were meeting at eight, weren't we?"
John groaned and covered his face with an arm.
"I am so sorry--" he began, only to be cut off by William.
"You must've been terribly exhausted to fall asleep like that. We decided our meeting could wait til tomorrow."
"Then why are you on my be--" John began. This time, Charles' voice was the one that interrupted.
'It's been a while since we were all together," he said, settling on the bed, near John's feet. "Between our other duties and the troubles that've been stirring in this country, we've not had any chance to gather. Which is a terrible state of affairs, especially considering how much fun we had after Southgate and Braddock."
Oh. This was a rather surprising turn of events, though not one that was entirely unwelcome. The prospect of such an intimate celebration was enough for him to shake off the remains of weighted, fuzzy sleepiness.
"Charlie, your face when Mister Kenway took off 'is redcoat uniform," Thomas cackled, having apparently recovered from John's half-asleep attempt at incapacitating him. "Looked like you didn't know whether you was going to cum from seein' 'im naked, or from 'ow dashin' 'e looked in red."
Haytham cleared his throat.
"Gentlemen, please. John, think of this as something of an apology. After all, you've been absent from most of our previous--" Haytham pauses for a split second, meaningfully "--meetings. Quite understandably, of course, your work is very important to you, and for the Order, and we're awfully grateful."
"We'd simply like to show our gratitude and appreciation. We were going to give you a pleasant wake-up-call, but Hickey managed to startle you awake," William explained. Charles elbowed Thomas at this.
"Benjamin couldn't make it, sadly," Charles added. "But then again he always did find these sorts of meetings somewhat distasteful, so I suppose it's just as well he's in Virginia at the moment."
John sat up, propping himself against the headboard.
"What were you gentlemen hoping to do to me?" he asked, enticingly as he could. William chuckled softly- kindly- and slid his warm fingers underneath the tails of John's shirt, lightly massaging his still-stiff muscle.
"Many things," William said. "You just lie back and let us do all the hard work, eh?"
That certainly sounded like a good idea to John.
OP
(Anonymous) 2013-02-28 04:36 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Attention (1/?)
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(Anonymous) 2013-03-08 11:05 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Attention (1/?)
(Anonymous) 2013-03-09 12:56 am (UTC)(link)