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Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
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(Anonymous) 2013-02-17 01:31 am (UTC)(link)I love how you didn't have Connor and Haytham killing each other in the end, and Haytham returning to London is probably the most realistic way to do it. BTW Is this one of the two endings?
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(Anonymous) 2013-02-17 07:26 pm (UTC)(link)Welcome to the New Age - Part 25c/25c
(Anonymous) 2013-02-19 03:57 am (UTC)(link)***
It had been surprising to see Charles Lee strike forward after looking like he was halfway through Death’s door when Kanen'tó:kon had laid him down upon the snow. The effort had been great for a man who shouldn’t have been concerned with whether Connor was lost to Washington or not. Perhaps Haytham had been the one to adamantly pursue releasing him from the tyrant’s grip, and like his numerous beloved hounds, Charles followed him like a dog eager to please. With the probable death of Haytham looming over him as Washington took control of the man more than likely prompted Charles to charge forward and strike. He wondered if Charles had even the mental ability with the loss of so much blood to realize just what he had done as Washington amazingly sidestepped Charles’ assassination attempt. The man had too much energy and too little strength to pull his body to a stop as he flung himself over the edge and to the sea down below. That was the last thing Connor remembered with clarity before his mind tore him from the scene into darkness as the shouts of his father and friend rang in his ears.
As he lays there in bed he guesses that it must be a good day.
There’s silence except for the distant sounds of waves lapping at the shore along with people completing their daily chores for the evening. He thinks for a moment whether or not Faulkner is caring for Achilles or if he is too busy drinking himself into a stupor at the loss of the Aquila today. He didn’t hear anything that sounded like arguing echo from the bay so he supposes that he is indeed helping the old man or dead, but he doubts the latter. There was also a loss of screams from the Assassin training space hidden beneath the house where Haytham and Kanen'tó:kon were residing for the time being, he guesses that Washington has truly in a great mood today. What a kind man he was, letting his father and friend have a day off from their beatings and letting the homestead residents continue to live off the land--all under the threat of his few trusted guards of course. He can’t help the little smile that spreads across his face for a moment as he appreciates the former Commander’s kindness. He had allowed the two men to live along with the homestead residents in return for his compliance, but it wasn’t like Connor even needed to struggle with himself to comply anyway, the Apple did all the work for him. He supposes that is the reason why he stayed in his room day and night without leaving, fear for his friends coming under harm. He didn’t want to give Washington a reason to hurt them or even the bother since the man never left the house any way, too paranoid about Connor being stolen away once more.
The creaking open of the door was loud against the silence that had been hanging in the room not a moment before. Connor didn’t need to glance over to know the man was pulling out the Apple as the familiar twinge in the back of his mind seized him and made him sit up to regard the man who was now carefully peeling off his layers of clothing. The blue eyes watched him lustily, eagerly pulling off the objects that restricted him from joining Connor intimately. The moment he pulled his breeches off he tore away the covers that hid the younger’s body from view before crawling up onto the bed and over him. Connor didn’t need to feel the mental pull as he wrapped his arms around the tyrant’s neck and pulled him into a deep kiss, making sure not to gag this time on the tongue that thrusted into his mouth. He let out a little breathless gasp, the same as the numerous days before--just like the man wanted--as Washington ran a hand down his side as light as a feather before giving his backside a firm squeeze. He tilted his head back as had been rehearsed to allow just enough room for Washington to nip at the bruised skin beneath his lips, making sure that never once the color faded. His body let out a little controlled tremble as a rough hand took ahold of his cock and began pumping, the man knowing full well the younger had been at a full state of arousal as soon as the silent command was given. Perhaps he did it unconsciously or to make sure that he couldn’t avoid it.
Letting out a light symphony of moans and mewls at the exact pitch the tyrant wanted Connor started pleading, in perfect English--despite his mind not exactly knowing what he was saying--as Washington purred with a grin.
“Please Connor, address me as George.” He instructed even though he knew full well the reason he was called Washington was because of his Apple’s command. Connor would then, always like the day before, breathlessly utter George with a hint of shyness as the man devoured his lips in another greedy kiss. He’d tear at his back, gently of course so that it could be seen as a sign of affection in passion and never hate, to leave marks Washington--no, George--could show Haytham and Kanen'tó:kon in the morning. He parted after a moment, prompting Connor to release a needy little mewl as he slid in a finger, slowly moving it in as the puppet strings tugged at him to arch his back with a gasp. Twisting and writhing amongst the sheets as, he glanced up at Washington with a flushed face and half-lidded eyes as he let out a whimper.
“P-Please, George. . . . .I-I need you.” No longer did those words sound artificial, years of practice and toying on Washington’s part made them truly sound real when uttered. George would tsk him before sucking on his neck, desperate to get a few more forced delighted moans from his throat before withdrawing his fingers, sighing at the loss. Pressing himself up against his entrance he’d still, the mental command throwing Connor into a fit of reckless grinding, trying to get whatever friction he could to make Washington fuck him. He would beg and plead until his voice felt hoarse with a hurried tone, as the man smirked down at him with white teeth, until finally before his voice went would thrust in without holding back. This would draw a true scream from his lips, pained by the sharp intrusion however Washington would always catch it halfway and turn it into a moan of pleasure.
Hot fingers would then drag down his chest as their owner would muse out loud how beautiful his skin color was or how he enjoyed the trembles that shuddered through him at his simple touch. Connor would always then mumble incoherent English--never his mother tongue--as Washington would quicken his pace, crushing their lips together forcefully, leaving no part of Connor free from his groping hands. He’d let out pleasured cries until his voice was gone, brought to climax by the mental command of an uncontrolled muscle twinge. Washington would follow soon after him, shuddering greatly as he released into him with a low, satisfied purr.
Then it would change.
Washington’s face would suddenly grow stony as he would practically leap off the bed and hurriedly scoop up his discarded clothing, not even bothering to put it on. He’d never make it out in time however--always a half-step away from freedom--the first little giggle that escaped Connor’s lips was enough to make the tyrant cringe each time. If his mind had been able to hold onto a bit more sanity he supposed he would have taken much joy in being able to scare Washington so badly. Washington would take refuge in the stables and care for his horse as the cackles tore from his lips, shaking him as they echoed throughout the house. He wondered if Haytham and Kanen'tó:kon heard him as well from the basement, maybe they also wished for some noise to muffle his own deranged laughter. He remembers when Washington had tried to silence him with the Apple after beating him to the point that only soft chuckles would escape his swollen lips. The man would shout and plead for him to stop laughing, threatening to kill the homestead residents and everyone else on the land, but it only made him laugh harder. The mere memory of the attempts now threw Connor into a louder fit of hyena-like cackling. He didn’t exactly know why he started laughing, it may have been from the loss of his sanity after being forced back into captivity or just degradation of it after staying in a room for years on end. Maybe it was because of the fact he now had to wait for the death of the tyrant to finally be free, after all Washington was so many years older than him he could die incredibly soon.
Perhaps it was actually the fact that Washington didn’t even need to use the Apple when he came into the room anymore, Connor willingly gave into everything. Moaned and mewled with out being forced, screamed in delight and begged for more without mental suggestion, became aroused and writhed in pleasure without the hazy confusion from the Apple’s power.
He didn’t need his strings to be pulled by his puppet master.
He giggled louder as tears dripped down his cheeks, watching the sunset from the window, listening to the screams of his father and friend erupt from the basement as they acted for a lullaby for him to drift off to.
Re: Welcome to the New Age - Part 25c/25c
(Anonymous) 2013-02-19 05:33 am (UTC)(link)._.
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Love the horror element there at the end. Such vivid imagery, Connor's find completely broken and him laughing like a hyena, the descrption of screams as a sort of lullaby.
Anon has the shivers. Kudos.
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(Anonymous) 2013-02-19 05:50 am (UTC)(link)Thank you again, Writer!Anon for writing this amazing fill ::hugs::
Re: Welcome to the New Age - Part 25c/25c
(Anonymous) 2013-02-19 06:33 am (UTC)(link)Re: Welcome to the New Age - Part 25c/25c
(Anonymous) 2013-02-19 11:00 pm (UTC)(link)