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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
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Bathtub Sexy Times... Featuring: Haytham Kenway
(Anonymous) 2013-02-13 03:44 am (UTC)(link)The prompt is: Haytham goes to the wash area/bathroom (you name it.) in order to groom himself. Cue someone deciding to 'surprise' him while he's relaxing away in the bathtub, be it multiple random members of the crew, those two dudes who picked a fight with him top-side, or even Mills! Because he's friendly! Yeah.
Who shows is up to you, and I don't mind if the chosen character/s join Haytham (by his consent or not ._.) or whether they do a "favour" for him. Depends on who is picked really... *sigh* so many options and alternatives...
Re: Bathtub Sexy Times... Featuring: Haytham Kenway
(Anonymous) 2013-02-13 07:54 am (UTC)(link)Usually, onboard a ship in that time period, they didn't have baths all that often, and it was even rarer to have a freshwater bath. Special soap was developed that worked in salt water, and the crew would use a spare sail to hang overboard as a saltwater bathing pool. The sail stopped them from drowning (as many sailors couldn't actually swim!). Supposedly this method was shark-proof, but I think it's more that the sailors couldn't see the sharks and therefore wouldn't panic, hence not attracting the sharks closer.
Anyway, I think Haytham could easily get away with his own private sail overboard or using the captain's tub.
*age of sail fan ollies out*
Re: Bathtub Sexy Times... Featuring: Haytham Kenway
(Anonymous) 2013-02-13 09:30 am (UTC)(link)Re: Bathtub Sexy Times... Featuring: Haytham Kenway
(Anonymous) 2013-02-13 10:27 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Bathtub Sexy Times... Featuring: Haytham Kenway
(Anonymous) 2013-02-13 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)Fill: Soap and Sail 1/2
(Anonymous) 2013-02-21 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)"Oi, mister fancy gentleman! Is Your Highness bathing today?" shouted a particularly eager young man.
Haytham wrinkled his nose in disgust. He didn't deem the man worthy of a reply and turned his head. The sparkling water, a deep blue-green hue, beckoned from the other side of the ship, clear of droll and impertinent crew. Their dissent at his presence had not been subtle, leaving Haytham no desire to eat, sleep, or bathe with them. So far he had been using the captain's latrine and took his meals in his own cabin - a cabin sourly given up by the purser - but now he faced the final problem of those three things he held essential in his life: bathing.
Not all of the crew were washing at the same time (it would be unfortunate for a privateer or pirates to come along, only to find their prey quite literally caught with their pants down), so after a few choice words with Smythe, the waiting sailors begrudgingly fetched a jib and made Haytham an exclusive bath on the starboard side of the Providence. Another choice word, Haytham was also granted some soap that worked in saltwater, and the promise of a small bucket of fresh water with which to rinse off the salt. It could also be used for washing his clothes, and as Haytham was running low on stockings, he intended to take advantage of it.
He felt bare as he walked across the top deck, wearing only his breeches and boots, fresh clothing held in front of him so as to not stain or dirty it before necessary. Some of the crew walked past, snickering, pulling their own clean shirts on, bottoms bare. How uncouth. Then again, sailors weren't known for their charming demeanours. Not for the first time did Haytham wonder at how any of them managed to marry. Their offspring would be truly hideous, even if the mother were a fair woman.
A small thrill of vain pleasure shot through Haytham as he noted that none of them had bodies as well kept as his. No wonder they had lost so abysmally when those fools (Quill? Hector Graves? He could not remember and he did not care to, now that they had been cowed into obedience) had fought with him. Balancing carefully to remove his boots, he peered over the edge at the water, before setting the fine shoes next to his fresh clothing. Off next were his breeches, stockings, and small-clothes, then finally the broad silk ribbon that tied his hair back.
The sun, beating on his back as Haytham attended to this task, was a delicious contrast to the cooler water in which he dove. Haytham held his breath and sank a few metres down, before he rose with powerful kicks that sliced the water. The sail was stretched next to him, offering a shallow pool of water that lapped at his waist when he stood in the centre of it. It was perfect - even the noise of the men on the other side couldn't spoil this - and Haytham sank into the water to soak it up in a moment of relaxation.
To stop himself from slipping back down the sail, he hooked his arms over the edge, tilting his head back, letting the sun warm his neck and face, eyes closing. By and by, he reluctantly scaled the ship to fetch his soap. When Haytham turned to toss his soap into the sail-bath, he heard a splash, and a pale body emerged from under the ship.
A hard line set in Haytham's mouth, a furrowing of his brows clearly describing his displeasure at his scant privacy being destroyed. They had hair plastered over their eyes, but they looked up, somehow managing to see past the dark locks.
"That's a fine body you have there, Mister Haytham," said the sailor.
It was instantly identifiable as Louis Mills'. This still did not please Haytham - and his scowl deepened when Mills casually hauled himself into the sail. Two could play at that game. Haytham tossed the soap into the bath, deliberately making sure it splashed his unwelcome guest's face.
"Did the captain not make it clear enough that I was not to be disturbed?" asked Haytham, pointedly ignoring the compliment.
Wiping water from his eyes, Mills laid back and replied, "I wasn't causing a disturbance."
A cheeky smirk appeared on Mills' lips. It was clear that he wasn't going anywhere. The normally reserved man appeared to have some spunk in him.
"Go back to the other side."
"I can't," said Mills.
Haytham raised an eyebrow.
"You managed to swim under the hull just fine," he pointed out.
Shrugging, Mills said, "Yes, so I could technically swim back. However, it wouldn't be in your best interest for several reasons. As you know, the lads aren't real fond of you and as such they've taken the liberty of hiding your clothes and pilfering the ten pounds and the funny necklace from your pockets."
He raised a hand to stop Haytham from voicing an indignant word or two.
"Now," continued Mills, "You can either go up there and have a fight with them while completely nude and not find the money or the necklace - they think they're being clever, you see, by moving the it from person to person every ten minutes or so - therefore being branded as completely mad, or..."
"Or?"
"I get your clothes back and point out which of the men to focus your patience on. The money is easy - they're very easily tempted by the roll of the die - but you'll have to get the necklace back before we pass another homeward bound merchantman as I suspect your pretty trinket will be sent to one of the fickle sweethearts of the ship."
"What do you want in return?" asked Haytham.
"I want to wash here, with your soap, and for you to scrub my back," replied Mills. "Plus the ten pounds."
"No," said Haytham flatly. "I'll give you five pounds and the bathing privileges, but I will not wash your back. Accept or leave."
"Not good enough, Mister Kenway."
Leaning back and letting the water sink to his neck, Mills sighed, the sound expressing his opinion of the situation. He examined his fingernails, picking at the caked tar that had accumulated under them from the rigging. When Mills made no sign of moving, Haytham stood with the intention to throw the man out. Mills didn't seem to care about his impending doom.
In fact his eyes dipped lower and lower over Haytham's sun-kissed skin, admiring the shadow of his muscles, reflected and distorted under the water's surface, the dark patch of hair between Haytham's legs, the same fine legs that were spreading unintentionally as he let them float in the water. What a sight.
Haytham followed the gaze and immediately clamped his legs together. But the attention was appreciated. Mills clearly understood the qualities of aesthetic that Haytham displayed - indeed, now that the barrier had been breached, Haytham noticed that Mills was in similar fitness, although much leaner. Interest perked, Haytham allowed his body to relax again, inspecting the other man. If Mills thought he was going to win then he was sorely mistaken.
"You give me the soap, ten pounds, and the use of the fresh water to wash my shirts in, and I'll get your clothes back, necklace as well."
The offer of pleasure was mutually understood.
A breeze rippled the water, too weak to move the ship, and it was this delicate natural gesture that Haytham contemplated.
"So?" pressed Mills.
The water danced. Haytham knew the answer - the answer expected - and brought his attention back to Mills.
"Sodomy is illegal."
"Well it's a good thing that my cock isn't going near your arse and vice versa," Mills scoffed. "I think we can manage that."
"Sodomy is punishable by death."
"Master Kenway, with all due respect, shut up."
Eyes narrowed. "I could report you to the captain."
A huff of derision. "You won't."
The challenge was clear. Typical sailor - couldn't back down from a pissing contest to see whose bowsprit was straighter.
"And why not?"
"Because I saw that look in your eyes."
Mills shifted closer, slipping through the water, a hand dipping below to take Haytham's manhood firmly and unafraid. It started to caress the flesh, a strange sensation in the water but by no means unpleasant; quite the opposite.
"Because I know you'll be too preoccupied by this - "
A finger gently rubbed the tip of his cock and Haytham had to clench down with iron control to resist making some noise of delight. He couldn't stop his eyes from darkening with lust, nor the hardening of his nipples. Oh, but it did feel nice to have someone else touching him for once rather than a hurried rut against the sheets in between missions (Haytham knew better than to hire a prostitute for many reasons; most of them revolving around how easy it would be for one to slide a knife into his ribs as he slept, and a few to do with "burning piss" as one colleague had put it mildly).
" - that you will be just as guilty. Do we have a deal, Mister Kenway?" asked Mills.
Mills stopped his affections, waiting for Haytham to feel the loss. This time, the man could not hold back his frustration and hissed in a low tone.
"Yes, deal, just please shut up about it," Haytham growled.
"Eager," said Mills, with a smirk as he grabbed Haytham's hand for a shake.
"I said shut up."
"Easy there, stallion, just making sure that you won't cheat me for not shaking on it."
And with that, Mills leaned forward and began to lick at one nipple while playing with the other.
((a/n: there will be a next part with smut. This is just the beginning - I didn't want OP to be left hanging for too much longer!))
Re: Fill: Soap and Sail 1/2
(Anonymous) 2013-02-21 11:22 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill: Soap and Sail 1/2 -- OP here
(Anonymous) 2013-02-23 01:24 am (UTC)(link)Fill: Soap and Sail 2/2
(Anonymous) 2013-02-25 11:40 pm (UTC)(link)In response, Mills pinched Haytham's nipple - a firm no - and lifted his mouth from the other. As he opened his own mouth to protest, Haytham found it being pressed against dry and chapped lips. A tongue brushed over his lips, Mills humming like a pleased cat, and Haytham tilted his head, pushing forward. Legs wrapped around Haytham's waist to anchor Mills. Already the ocean was trying to float him away, an unfortunate side effect of their chosen location.
"We won't be having any of that complaining," scolded Mills, drawing away. "We've got to be quieter than mice."
Mills laid a kiss on Haytham's next, another on his shoulder, and bit on his collarbone, leaving a red mark where it could be hidden. Haytham, being quite drawn into the relaxed and sweet kisses, snarled and grabbed Mills, flipping them so Mills was pinned against the edge of the sail.
"That is enough of the biting. Do it again and you shall lose your money," he snapped.
Mills nodded, appropriately sheepish, and raised his hands to stroke Haytham's face, tucking wet locks of black hair behind an ear, rubbing soothing circles to his temples. Their hips bumped together, Mills clenched his thighs, and kept them close. When he felt Haytham press against him, Mills was silently thankful that the man had been so opposed to buggery, because there was no way he would have been able to take it without sufficient preparation. He lifted his hips up, trying to coax Haytham into rutting.
Warmth began to build again, Mills kissed the bite mark, and obligingly, Haytham moved, their cocks trapped between them. To uphold his end of the bargain Mills gently twisted Haytham to lie against the sail as he had originally, released his legs and slid down the toned body to dip under the water with the same technique that he used to swim under the hull.
Predictably, Haytham's cock was salty, but Mills licked it anyway and took most of it in his mouth, sucking, bobbing, and doing all manner of indecent and obscene acts. Above him - not that Mills could hear or see it - Haytham clutched at the edge of the sail and keened lowly. Wave upon wave of dangerous and exquisite pleasure wracked his body, as he arched his back and muffled his vocalisations, body shivering with the sounds he could not make for fear of being caught.
How long had it been since he'd properly been doused in pleasure? Too long, and as a consequence, his composure had crumbled as soon as Mills had gone under.
The skill and self control it took to perform fellatio was difficult enough, but to take that to the next level by performing it underwater was even greater. Despite everything, the biting and the demands, Haytham had to admire Mills for his tenacity. After about half a minute, Mills resurfaced, gasped for air, and clutched at Haytham to press their thoroughly aroused bodies together. They fought and writhed against each other, hands grasping at firm arms, waists and hips, lifting against each other, trying to gain dominance.
After a few seconds of recovery, Mills went down again, Haytham covering his mouth with one hand as he moaned, hot, bothered, and demanding release. Even the water couldn't quench his desire, burning as it did, gathering between his legs. Mills touched his balls (taut, full) playing with them, teasing the base of his cock (bumping against his abdomen, aching, soothed only by that talented tongue), taking as much as he could, dragging up and teasing the tip with tiny licks.
He came up again, this time taking them both in hand, Mills fuelled by the image of what he'd done to make this gentleman, this uptight prick, fall apart as an actual human being. Haytham came first, body tensing under Mills, glistening with water and sweat, a silent gasp as he entered that blissful state of orgasm, body now relaxing as he spilt himself. The water washed away the evidence as Mills finished, panting with an open-mouthed grin.
He fell back, retreating to the other side of the sail, allowing Haytham to rebuild himself, slip the mask of cool indifference on and tidy his hair.
"How was that, sir?" asked Mills.
"Acceptable. I enjoyed your creativity," responded Haytham, carefully letting his hair sit over the bite mark.
Ah, as quickly as his haughty manner had vanished not five minutes before, it returned. The man was a master, a predator, and suddenly Mills felt very afraid of the man before him.
"Thank you for the demonstration, now if you'd be so kind as to fetch my clothes, Mills, we will be able to finish our transaction," said Haytham, idly taking up the soap and scrubbing himself down.
He passed it to Mills and bade him to clean quickly. Mills barely even cleaned himself before passing it back and sliding over the sail. Haytham leaned back, relaxing once more, smiling to himself. If Mills thought Haytham had been fooled, taken in by the pathetic honey trap, then the man was more stupid than he had first supposed.
Assassins were such foolish creatures, but at least they knew how to properly pleasure their partners.
***
((A/N: even in bed, Haytham will get what he wants. Poor Mills. Thank you for reading and for the lovely encouragement along the way!))
Re: Fill: Soap and Sail 2/2
(Anonymous) 2013-03-02 08:35 am (UTC)(link)I need more Mills now! and that Haytham knew he was an assassin the entire time just makes it all the better!