asscreedkinkmeme (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
asscreedkinkmeme) wrote2012-10-29 11:35 pm
asscreedkinkmeme) wrote2012-10-29 11:35 pm
Entry tags:
Kink Meme - Assassin's Creed pt. 5
Assassin's Creed Kink Meme pt.5
Fill Only
Fill Only
Join or Die
✩ Comment anonymously with a character/pairing and a kink/prompt.
✩ Comment is filled by another anonymous with fanfiction/art/or any other appropriate medium.
✩ One request per post, but fill the request as much as you want.
✩ The fill/request doesn't necessarily need to be smut.
✩ Don't flame, if you have nothing good to say, don't say anything.
✩ Have a question? Feel free to PM me.
✩ Last, but not least: HAVE FUN!
List of Kinks
Kink Meme Masterlist
New Kink Meme Masterlist
(Livejorunal) Archive
(Delicious.com) Archive
#2 (Livejournal) Archive
#2 (Delicious.com) Archive
(Dreamwidth) Archive <- Currently active
Part 1
Part 2
Part 3
Part 4
Fills Only
Discussion
Master of the House - part 13
(Anonymous) 2013-02-17 06:11 pm (UTC)(link)It's a very brief interlude, but hopefully fills in a few things (like how Connor's been surviving the way he is).
Master of the House
Interlude
He remembered pain and hopelessness and despair. He remembered blood and pressure and something wet inside him that he didn’t want-didn’t need-nonononoNO.
He remembered stretching and an unwanted rippling in his belly and something trailing down his thighs and...
He remembered pain, of his breath leaving his body in one giant burst because he was...was—
This was punishment. This was punishment for the, for losing the—
He hadn’t wanted it in the first place, but he never meant to lose it. It was the only thing that didn’t hate him, that didn’t love to make him miserable and didn’t hurt his friends, his people, his family and...
Everything was gray. He was...so tired. Too tired to protect those he loved. Too tired to protect those he could love.
What was the point anyways? Nothing worked. Everything turned to dust.
Faces swam in front of his gaze and talked at him. That doctor. His husband.
They thought his mind gone, that he was dying. And he wasn’t, but he wished he were.
Better to simply be discarded.
At least if he were discarded, he would finally be free of this bed, these walls, this air.
The servants would not have to come by twice a day to spoon broth into him. The doctor would not have to prod him once a week. And he could sleep.
He hoped his dreams would be peaceful. He hoped he would dream of the forests that he grew up in, the lush grass against the soles of his feet, the brush of bark in his hand as he flew through the trees like the birds he had once adored.
He’d wanted to be an eagle once when he had been young, when his mother was still alive.
And so he waited to sleep, to rest.
But then a new face came. And this one was young, gentle, kind.
Familiar.
So familiar.
He knew him. He knew that man!
A sharpshooter, an eager voice wanting to set young boys free from forced enlistment.
A man who bravely fought beside him.
His recruit. An Omega like him.
Clipper...
He was talking to him, whispering softly, begging him to wake up.
And, for the first time in months, Connor wanted to.
I am awake, he wanted to reply, to shout.
He wanted to throw his arms about the man and hug him, to know that he was real and that he hadn’t lost everything and that there was still something left to fight for.
But he was tired. Too tired.
His arms would not lift, his body would not move and his throat would not work. His body rebelled against his wishes, and all he could was lay there, in the bed where he had been raped, in the room he was a prisoner of, in the house of his jailer and tormentor.
He was so afraid that Clipper would go away, that he’d lose him again, like he’d lost everyone else...
But then the servants came. And...
...and they took him out!
Out of that bed. Out of that maddening room.
And they brought him outside!
For the first time in a year, Connor smelled the scent of fresh grass.
The warm sun against him, the cool breeze upon his face, bark of an oak behind his back, grass underneath his fingers and a warm tongue licking at him.
It was overwhelming.
He wanted to cry.
But there was Clipper, and he was telling him something.
Something about Stephane and Deborah and...James. Who was this James?
His husband? Clipper had wed?
A Templar then, one of them.
Connor felt a brief flare of anger.
But then, he listened. And he heard. And he absorbed.
There was little else that he could do.
But as he lay there, entranced by the tenor of Clipper’s voice, by the softness of the fur against him, he began to feel something else.
It was...it was...
He didn’t know what it was, but for the first time in over a month, he felt himself beginning to rouse.
Re: Master of the House - part 13
(Anonymous) 2013-02-18 02:17 am (UTC)(link)Finally broke my updates streak :( half-way finished with the next Honeymoon chapter but the Washington side-series (yes series, though significantly shorter) sunk its fangs in me... so I wrote that. Will type it up and have the first part (out hopefully 3) up soon.
Re: Master of the House - part 13
(Anonymous) 2013-02-18 02:29 am (UTC)(link)You do have some very shiny distractions. :D Can't wait to read that.
But yes, Connor doesn't deserve the things we put him through. //pets him//
The Templars like to hurt him. Ubisoft likes to hurt him. We like to hurt him. Really, he just gets hurt a lot.
I think he'd be...practical...when it comes to James. Probably never going to like the man much on principle and always going to be suspicious of him (they are on opposite sides, after all), but will be more inclined to observe himself before taking action. Especially since he's at a disadvantage, with the Brotherhood scattered and him the 'wife' of Charles and with extremely limited rights as a result (particularly since it's Charles).
Master of the House - part 14
(Anonymous) 2013-02-18 04:16 am (UTC)(link)Master of the House
Chapter 12 - Two Steps Back
“I’d like a moment of your time, please.”
The request took Charles by surprise. He paused, the lapel of his jacket still clutched in his mind but the sight of one of the maids waiting nearby prompted him to finish removing his outerwear.
Best not keep the maids from more important chores anymore than necessary.
“What is it?” he asked the Omega brusquely, now working to remove his boots and locate his house slippers.
“The matter is of some sensitivity and requires discretion.”
Charles halted, laces partly untied. He glanced up at the Omega watching him intently. He wasn’t quite sure what to make of the rather...intense but open expression the man wore.
Strange.
It was more open than he’d seen the entire morning, and he couldn’t begin to imagine what brought it on.
Still, he was rather curious what this ‘sensitive matter’ might entail. If the man had discovered anything about how to treat his wife in the brief time they’d been outdoors...
Well, that would be ideal, wouldn’t it?
He turned back to his bootlaces.
“I have business affairs to sort out—“
“With the new government?”
Again, he looked sharply up at the Omega, dark gaze inscrutable.
“...Quite,” a bit of uncertainty crept into his voice. “May I ask how you know?”
James’s Omega stared back at him in confusion.
“You were one of the principle players who pushed back King George’s forces. The new governing body cannot exclude you.”
Oh. That.
Yes, it was the obvious connection most people would make, wouldn’t they?
Charles shook his head to clear it. Evidently, he was still too high-strung from the morning’s events, despite the relaxing session with the dogs.
“As I said, I have business affairs to sort out until supper. However,” he paused, handing off his boots to one of the man-servants and easing his feet into his comfortable slippers, “I can spare a few minutes in my office presently.”
“Thank you.”
Charles looked perplexingly at the odd expression on the Omega’s face but decided to let it be. He would see what this matter was.
-----
Clipper’s thoughts ran nervously, wildly in his mind as he followed Lee to his office.
This, this thought he had, when he had been regaling Connor (and what was he doing regaling a man who did not respond, who was in all likelihood unconscious?) with stories of James, it would not leave his mind.
And he found that he had to know. Had to ask Lee even though he knew that Lee would rage at him for it, that the tenuous peace they only just built in the last hour would be destroyed.
But it was worth it. Would be worth it.
It was one of the things that made all the difference in his own relationship with James, and while Lee clearly wasn’t James, he had shown some indication of...humanity. Of an ability to feel affection for something that was not his own person. Of what may possibly be a kinder side.
At least to his Pomeranians.
But it was a chance that Clipper had not thought possible before. That that particular man was capable of such emotions...
Well, it was hope.
But first, he needed to see if his suspicions were correct and, if they were, if he could change anything.
He would be amazed if he could change anything.
They entered the office, and Lee sat down at his leather chair and ornate desk. While Clipper looked around curiously, his eyes were immediately drawn to the oil painting of Lee himself, hanging on a wall.
Wasn’t that...?
Clipper wasn’t terribly certain about it, as Connor mostly went to them to hand out missions rather than requesting that they travel all the way to Davenport Homestead, but he could have sworn that that particular portrait had hung in their secret basement room.
However, he saw no sign of the other portrait that had survived unscathed, that of the Grandmaster’s who was, by all their reports, greatly admired by the man in front of him. It was unlikely that the portrait he was looking at was the same one, then.
“Well?”
Clipper turned back to the man he had been contemplating. He wetted his lips, suddenly very, very nervous.
“I was wondering—“
No, no, that was too direct, too personal.
“—that is, this morning, when we arrived—“
No, that wouldn’t do either.
Clipper took a moment to take a breath, before blurting out...
“Do you still have...carnal relations,” his cheeks flushed, “with Connor?”
The worst part was when, for a moment, Lee just stared at him, almost disbelieving, uncomprehending that such a question had been asked.
For just one moment.
-----
When the boy started stuttering in sheer nervousness, Charles almost smiled.
As personally distasteful as he found the idea of Assassins and his wife’s little recruits, this one, at least, was rather...cute.
Though God forbid that James should ever hear him utter such. He did believe that the man would cheerfully disembowel him for it.
Or at least stab him a couple of times.
But that was rather before the man’s actual question came out.
He was sure his ears had to be playing tricks on him. The man couldn’t possibly have—
One look at the still blushing Omega removed all doubts.
Charles felt familiar anger rush through him.
Why that impertinent little...
Who does he think he is, to be asking that sort of...
Has the man no sense of propriety?!
He was mortified. Past mortified.
With effort, he reined back his temper and calmed the angry blush on his face.
He would not let the little—the little tart affect him so!
“I fail to see what business it is of yours.” His voice, he was dissatisfied to note, trembled in outrage.
The Omega looked suitably abashed at his, but then seemed to draw strength from somewhere and stubbornly lifted his chin.
“It is my business as one of the few people who can help you with him.”
Oh was it? Stubborn man.
“We are married.”
There, that ought to suffice.
“And do you still...visit him nightly?”
Clearly not. Charles gritted his teeth in frustration.
“Yes,” he bit out, shame blooming on his cheeks.
The man’s mouth tightened, and Charles was taken aback.
Did the Omega not understand what happened in the marriage bed? Surely James could not have been so remiss as to let his wife escape his wifely duties.
“Has he come to,” the man paused, “welcome your advances?”
Confound the man, his incessant questions, and his seriously lack of boundaries!
“Do not be obtuse, Omega,” he snarled. “My wife will fulfill his marriage obligations, will he, nill he.”
The Omega jumped up, eyes enflamed with righteous fury.
“You would force him even now?!”
Charles glared coldly at him. “Yes. He is my wife. It is his duty.”
For a moment, Charles was certain the man was contemplating strangling him with his bare hands. Or, remembering tales of the man’s marksmanship, thinking about using him as target practice.
“Can you give him a reprieve?” The man was clearly grappling with his emotions, trying to remain calm.
Charles was genuinely curious. That this should upset the Omega so...
“For what reason?”
“So that he has some semblance of control again. So that we can show him he hasn’t lost everything and can coax him back.”
Then, “please.”
Charles thought about it for a moment. But the thought of his wife’s body, of that tight arse milking him, of giving that up...
“No.”
Flat. No room for an argument.
“But—“ Clearly, the man wasn’t used to taking hints.
“If there is nothing else, you may let yourself out now.”
The Omega stared at him in disbelief, and Charles was startled by the glint of tears in his eyes.
“You monster,” he spat before turning around and rushing out.
Charles felt that slamming his poor door was a bit excessive.
Re: Master of the House - part 14
(Anonymous) 2013-02-18 04:43 am (UTC)(link)Re: Master of the House - part 14
(Anonymous) 2013-02-18 04:51 am (UTC)(link)Possible angsty noncon. Though I might decide to be evil and just have Clipper listening in or something. Imagination's a wonderful thing. ;D
Re: Master of the House - part 14
(Anonymous) 2013-02-18 05:46 am (UTC)(link)Re: Master of the House - part 14
(Anonymous) 2013-02-18 05:54 am (UTC)(link)And since Clipper is next door to the new room...
I'll consider the graphic bits, but since porn isn't really my strong suit...
._.
...although if I try Connor's POV again, it could be super! angsty porn!
Ooohhh brain juice flowing...
Master of the House - part 15
(Anonymous) 2013-02-18 07:07 pm (UTC)(link)Master of the House
Chapter 13 - Complicated Men
When Clipper had marched out of Lee’s office, he had been fuming with righteous rage, distraught at the thought that his beloved mentor would have to continue to bear that, that odious man’s touch.
He felt vexed and horrified and betrayed.
Clearly, he must have imagined the Lee who played so with his dogs. The man showed his true colors now, and he was despicable. Despicable indeed.
Clipper marched furiously to his quarters and, slamming the door shut, paced in his room like a caged tiger.
The dogs. The servants. The household even. The obvious care and love that went into them. The consideration and the fair treatment (more fair than many another man) and the respect. Lee noticing such details about Connor that a more callous man would not have cared to.
But, Clipper’s thoughts stalled.
But insisting on visiting him nightly. When he was in that state. Against his will. All to sate—what? His physical lusts? To torment him further? To state his dominance?
He did not understand it. He could not understand it. He could not comprehend how someone so good in one area of life could be so evil in another.
It was as if Lee were both a paragon of society and the lowest, most disgusting Alpha Clipper had ever known.
It was perplexing, and it made him miss James.
James, who was stalwart and supportive and uncomplicated.
For a moment, Clipper toyed with the idea of writing to James, of appealing for his intervention.
But he knew it would be no use. It was officially acknowledged that Charles was to be the next Grandmaster of the new country. And while James was a member of the Inner Circle, he had only advanced recently. Charles outranked him, and Clipper knew it.
And even if he could do something, Clipper wasn’t sure he would. It hurt his heart to think of it, but James was completely loyal to the Templars and completely loyal to the Grandmaster-to-be. While James had offered a degree of freedom to Clipper in their own marriage, he was under no delusions that his husband would work against his soon-to-be leader and friend for the sake of Clipper’s mentor.
No, Clipper was on his own in this.
And so he paced and considered ideas. And discarded them.
So he passed the time from then to supper and, rejecting one of the maid’s requests that he join them for the light meal, continued thinking all the way until the sun had set.
Suddenly, he recalled that Lee had agreed to move Connor to a different room. He wasn’t coming up with any useful ideas, and it would be good to familiarize himself with the new location...
Clipper strode to his door, flipping open the locks, pulled and—
Nothing.
He pulled again.
The door didn’t budge.
A suspicion crossed his mind, but he banished it. The door must be stuck.
Yes, that was it. Stuck.
Frantically, he pounded on the wood, calling out.
To his relief, he heard footsteps making their way over to him.
Hopefully, he could get out soon and visit Connor and...
“No need to fret.”
Clipper felt his blood run cold.
Lee.
“My servants are simply moving my wife to a different room, you did ask for that, no?”
Clipper was alternately frightened and infuriated by the pleased smirk he heard in that voice.
“L-let me out. I just want to see him, to wish him a good night before I...”
Lee interrupted him.
“Oh, you’ll have a chance to do so, of course. I am not so cruel.”
Clipper stilled, disbelieving, hopeful.
“R-really?” he whispered.
Lee chuckled.
“Of course. He’ll be right next door. These walls are not so thick. If he’s conscious at all, he’ll be able to hear you.”
Clipper suddenly kicked at the door in a fit of anger.
“Let me out! What reason have you to lock me in? Why?”
Lee snarled.
“Do not pretend, Omega. You wished to keep my wife away from me, you wanted me to abstain.” He voice dripped pure venom at the word.
“I mean only to give Connor a reason to come back,” Clipper whispered. “Doctor Davies mentioned that he thought Connor was gone because you’ve taken away so much from him that he doesn’t want to return. I only seek to return a few of those things he cherishes...”
Lee remained silent at this.
“I’m here to help him, and help you help him. I want him whole, I want him with us again and become healthy. And then he can have your son. And they’ll both live,” Clipper pressed, softly, desperately.
“Don’t you want that too?”
Lee still said nothing, and Clipper waited. His heart beating quickly in his chest.
A minute passed.
“When Matthew calls tomorrow morning, I will ask him. If he thinks it best, I will consider it.”
Clipper sighed, suddenly relieved.
That was hopeful. That was—
“But in the meantime, I will not be kept from my wife.”
Clipper heard the man leave his door. He slid down on his side, appalled and horrified.
Connor...
Not ten minutes later, he began to hear...sounds.
From next door.
...from the room Connor had been moved to.
He could hear throaty moans and a bed beginning to creak and groan and...
Vile. It was vile.
Clipper began banging on the door again immediately.
“Stop! Hasn’t he suffered enough? Please, leave him be!”
But the moans only came stronger, louder, and with it, the most lewd and disgusting set of litanies Clipper had ever heard.
Oh God.
He plugged two fingers in his ears and, when that did not help, frantically looked about the room in search of something, anything to keep from hearing such...filth.
He did not to hear such things. He did not want to think about his mentor in such a way.
He dived for his bed, thankfully on the opposite wall, wrapped the pillow about his head and threw the covers on top.
Lee was, without a doubt, the most depraved person he had ever met, and he sorely hoped he would have the opportunity to, one day, end his life.
Re: Master of the House - part 15
(Anonymous) 2013-02-18 07:27 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Master of the House - part 15
(Anonymous) 2013-02-18 07:32 pm (UTC)(link)//hugs Clipper//
Why am I so mean to the Assassins? I love them to bits too.
Must be evil! me. It likes putting our poor Assassins in terrible circumstances.
//pets the Assassins//
O.O
Captcha: What is James' name?
Clearly, Captcha wants James to do something subtly evil to Charles for traumatizing his Omega.
Re: Master of the House - part 15
(Anonymous) 2013-02-18 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)I do hope you let James visit, Clipper needs the emotional support after this.
Re: Master of the House - part 15
(Anonymous) 2013-02-19 12:33 am (UTC)(link)But yes, I figured that Matthew had no reason to tell Connor (since they all think his mind is floating somewhere in the ether).
Master of the House - part 16
(Anonymous) 2013-02-18 11:09 pm (UTC)(link)Master of the House
Chapter 14 - Moonlight Confession
Charles smirked from where he sat on the bed. He could still hear shouts and pounding from the next room where James’s Omega was, undoubtedly, still trying to get him to leave Connor alone.
Charles snorted. Such a naïve man. As if Charles would ever do something so undignified and crass as to entertain an audience while he was pleasuring his wife.
Really, he wasn’t Hickey or Edwards.
But still, the Omega’s righteous anger did amuse him so, and, rocking the bed with his knees, he purposefully let out a low moan.
“Oh Connor,” he gasped, breathily. “Still so good, so—tight after all this time. Can you feel me—there? Can you feel me slowly, oh so slowly breeching you, breeding you again and again and again? You’ll give me a child, and then I’m going to fill you up again so you’ll always be swelling with my seed...”
Charles cocked his ears and carefully listened.
The infernal banging ceased, and he heard the clear sounds of a body running for and falling into a bed, no doubt the Omega was using the guest pillows and blankets to protect his ears.
Good. Served the man right for such personal questions earlier.
As if he would let his wife so close to him. One hour of unsupervised time together was enough.
He would not abide an entire night.
He waited a few minutes longer, then made his way back out the room.
His good mood evaporated at the sight of Ronald outside the door, looking disapprovingly at him.
Damn.
“Are you quite done sir?” The man lifted a single sardonic eyebrow, clearly unimpressed.
“Yes,” he murmured, eyes looking anywhere but at the disappointed weathered face.
“Your wife has been moved to the room you set out per your request.”
Charles grunted. Good. It was rather time for his nightly visit.
“And if I may, sir,” Ronald began in a wry voice. “It is both ungentlemanly and unwise to antagonize one of your only allies in this endeavor.”
Ronald promptly bowed (though not as low as he is usually wont to).
“By your leave, sir.” And he walked away.
Well damn.
How did Ronald still have the ability to make him feel like a disobedient, recalcitrant little boy?
He felt rather ashamed of his behavior now.
Charles hurriedly made his way to Connor’s new quarters.
-----
Connor had been lightly napping in his new room—he did little else these days—when his ears picked up the sound of a door opening.
His eyes opened, but the room was dark, lit only by the light of the moon.
Was it—Clipper?
He hoped it was Clipper.
He wanted to hear more stories, to learn more about how he had been these many, many months.
A form stepped into the moonlight.
Connor was disheartened to see Charles there.
He supposed his ‘husband’ was here to partake of his husbandly rights, as he has almost every night since he first forced himself on Connor. But he would have thought, he would have hoped that—that with Clipper apparently staying with them that Charles sense of the delicateness of the situation, if nothing else, would stay his lusts.
Did the man never tire of his body?
He watched as his husband paced in his room.
“He chastised me. My head man-servant. Because of you. Because of that little friend of yours.”
Oh?
Connor felt a swelling of fondness for Clipper and his ability to sway even the loyal servants to his side.
“It is my right to have you. It is your duty to submit.”
Perhaps by law and society, Connor conceded. But never by heart.
“Why should I give up my rights? To a man who, no doubt, wants you for himself.”
Clipper? If Connor could have, he would have snorted in disbelief.
How like his husband to confound loyalty and friendship with desire.
“But I will not give you up. I will never give you up.”
No, he didn’t suppose he would. Not until he had gotten his heir from him.
Even one day ago, he would have wished for even death if it could mean that he would escape from Charles. To be discarded from the man would be to be given his freedom.
And he still yearned for escape, but of his own will, of his own volition. Supported on his own legs.
He would not leave Clipper behind in this den of vipers.
Charles’s voice softened, almost gentled, and he raised a hesitant finger to trail down Connor’s face and softly brush his lips open.
“But they are right in one aspect,” the man whispered, lips following his fingers and nipping lightly at Connor’s throat.
“You are my bride, my wife, the future mother of my children.”
Not by choice. Not by any choice other than Charles and possibly his own father’s.
“You were given to me in safekeeping, and I failed in my duty.”
What a bitter thought it was, to know rather than merely suspect that his own father had sold him to this man.
“I know that I have treated you as the whore. That was my error. But no more. You cannot be my full partner in things. That is not the role reserved for Omegas, especially those who choose to be wives.”
Oh, but he did not choose to be Charles’s anything.
“But from now on, you shall be my wife, in name and in practice.”
But wives who were denied all choice, all measure of themselves, were whores by another name. Where others were forced to prostitute themselves for survival, unwilling wives were forced to prostitute themselves for society’s regard, for stability, for their children.
That was surviving too.
“It will be hard to change, I think. I had hated you from the first moment I saw you.”
Oh yes, and the feeling was more than mutual.
“You were a reminder that Master Kenway chose to be with some Native than with his brothers. Than with me.”
Connor might have known that his father would have something to do with it. The man was the cause of most of his life’s troubles.
“Interrupting your marriage to Washington and taking you in front of him seemed the perfect revenge on the both of you.”
Ah George. His sweet, sweet George. Would he still be alive if not for his attachment to Connor?
Connor’s eyes misted momentarily.
“But perhaps I took things too far.”
The kisses at his neck stilled.
“I didn’t expect to see him in you. I didn’t expect you to be beautiful.”
No. No, he wasn’t—he didn’t feel—beautiful. He didn’t want to be beautiful.
Not for Charles.
“I watched you, you know. When you slept. Before.”
No, no. Please stop talking.
“I watched as you curled away from me. You cried. You cried in your sleep for your—“ and the force against him was just a bit more rough, just a bit more threatening, “—your George—to forgive you.”
The pressure against him lessened, and he felt a soft tongue lick its way up his throat. Cool hands slipped underneath his shirt, stroking his sides, his back and finally resting on his belly.
“I wanted him dead,” softly. “I wanted him gone. I thought I hated him before for taking the title that belonged to me, for taking my position in the Continental Army.”
Lips on his, gently, sensuously.
No.
“I hated him so much more for having your affection. You hate me so much for what you thought happened that day so long ago, but cherish the man who actually committed the crime...”
He didn’t want to hear this. He didn’t want Charles’s lips on him. Not like this.
The hands on him disappeared. His husband began to disrobe.
“And I can’t hate you now. Not when you look so much like him.”
Piece by piece, his husband’s body was fully revealed, perhaps for the first time during all their nights.
“You are so much like him. Bewitching, once you get past your thorns.”
Fully nude, Charles’s body lay on top of his. A mouth kissed its way down to his belly.
“I was relieved when I’d learned you were an Omega. Because that would mean I could keep a part of him with me always.”
I’m not him, Connor wanted to shout. There is no reason for you to keep me so.
Charles kissed his belly, slow and lingering.
“I want you to wake up. I want you to be mine. Wholly.”
Never. He would never.
“After all, I don’t want to have to separate a new mother from his son, now would I?”
Connor’s blood chilled, horrified at the prospect.
He wouldn’t—he wouldn’t dare...
Fingers breached him, massaging oil into him. First one, then two, then...
A haze of pain, the pain of pleasure.
Oh.
His husband chuckled.
“I have neglected my husbandly duties too. I thought little of your pleasure except to punish. But tonight, that will change.”
Slowly, oh so slowly, he was pierced, taken, owned.
Sparks burst behind his eyes at the constant rubbing against that little nub inside him.
A mouth covered his own, a tongue swept into his moist caverns and...
Oh.
His husband was completely inside. And his tongue thrusting sharply into his mouth and...
Oh.
The world was swimming, unfocused, the only thing of clarity in the room was...
Oh.
He was suffocating, he couldn’t breathe, the kisses were making him feel faint, feel...
Oh.
He could feel the heavy thrusts inside of him. Deliberate. Purposeful. Masterful.
Oh.
As his seed spilled from his body, as a wet warmth filled his belly, his last memory was of his husband kissing him tenderly and saying—
“I look forward to when you wake, my wife.”
Re: Master of the House - part 16
(Anonymous) 2013-02-19 12:13 am (UTC)(link)OMG poor Connor having all these revelations at once:
- His father handing him off to Charles
- Charles admitting to be strongly attracted to Connor, not even hating him anymore because he's a shadow of Haytham
- Charles telling him Washington's crime (if Connor ever believes it, though there's no point of Charles lying while he's like this)
- Connor learning he's pregnant, and possibly having his child taken from him if he does not wake up
Re: Master of the House - part 16
(Anonymous) 2013-02-19 12:30 am (UTC)(link)Wow, I really like to make poor Connor suffer, huh?
Lol, hadn't even realized it. :)
But yes, the tragedy of Charles/Connor is that it was screwed up right from the beginning. Severely, utterly screwed up. James and Clipper, though probably not that healthy a relationship by today's standards, would probably have been seen as almost an ideal relationship for the time and period given all the crap that other couples went through (primarily the Omegas).
//pets Connor// He's just too...angsterific.
Re: Master of the House - part 16
(Anonymous) 2013-02-19 12:35 am (UTC)(link)Was just thinking Connor struggled to hide his Omega status, which is why he always kept his hood on when not in Davenport or on the Aquila because everyone knows and respects him. Prison must have been a horrifying experience for an Omega (I think in the actual game someone asks if Connor was looking for a husband).
Re: Master of the House - part 16
(Anonymous) 2013-02-19 12:57 am (UTC)(link)Society has romantic ideas that Omegas are delicate submissive things and need to be protected and Alphas (even the women!) are strong protectors, but it really actually depends on the person. Just as a woman in RL could pretend to be a guy pretty successfully as long as she takes advantage of society's perceptions and binds her breasts (or had really small ones to begin with), so can an Omega play the part of an Alpha with the correct acting, again making use of society's stereotypes.
...except for heat. Heat screws everything up. :)
Anyone seeing Connor would have been somewhat confused. He's got almost prettyish features and isn't as large as Haytham or Charles or Hickey (at least, that's what it looked like to me, lol). But he's also pretty aggressive for an Omega.
But yeah, in prison, he's suddenly stripped of his outer clothes, and he suddenly looks a lot more like society's image of a male Omega. I did remember choking when one of the guards asked Connor if he wanted a husband. That and Hickey's "sweet'eart."
Master of the House - part 17
(Anonymous) 2013-02-19 09:00 pm (UTC)(link)Master of the House
Chapter 15 - Civil Conversations
Breaking the night’s fast was a tense matter the following morning and dissipated the good mood Charles had woken up with. James’s Omega would not stop glaring at him balefully.
Oh, to be sure, the man did not speak of anything untoward and remained polite, if only just, throughout the meal. But, nevertheless, Charles began to feel quite...uncomfortable.
Whether it was because of the Omega’s spending the entire time glaring at him rather than eating or the bare civility Ronald and Mary had greeted him with earlier when no apology was forthcoming, he did not know. But he was the master of the household, and he would not let either servants (even such longstanding and respected ones such as Ronald and Mary) or his own guest dictate his actions.
And so, discomfort or not, he nibbled his bread, took a few small bites of his beef and sipped his tea in silence.
When a few of his servants announced that Matthew had just arrived and was in the parlor waiting for him, he found he could not leave the table fast enough.
“Matthew,” he greeted, shaking the man’s hand enthusiastically. “It is good of you to come!”
The man looked at him askance, clearly contemplating the possibility of his having gotten dementia or some other illness in the short time that he had last seen him.
“Charles.”
Matthew then looked behind Charles, a sneer on his face.
“And James’s little pet, I see.”
Out of the corner of his eye, Charles could see James’s Omega bristling in anger.
“Now, now, Matthew. I believe that Clipper, here, can help me with my wife’s problem.”
Strangely enough, that didn’t seem to calm the Omega.
“Oh?” Matthew looked vaguely interested. He turned to James’s Omega. “And what do you know of medicine?”
The Omega glared at them both. “What Mr. Lee really meant is that I am here to provide moral support in Connor’s time of need.” Then, muttering, “But how useful that will be since a certain personage keeps mucking things up, I don’t know.”
They both ignored him.
“Really, Charles. I know I spoke about the importance of bonds, but, really? James’s toy? I did not mean—“
Charles held up a weary hand. “You will still be paid the same amount for your services.”
Matthew looked at him in consideration and glanced at the Omega.
“With a little extra to have him underfoot,” Charles conceded.
Matthew smiled, a smug, satisfied smile.
“Excellent! I’ve brought the books, as you’ve requested, and I’m sure that your guest will be utterly delightful to collaborate with.”
With that, Matthew strode towards the main rooms of the manor, servants following with boxes full of books.
Charles stared at Matthew, wishing, as he so often did, that the man’s knowledge and skills did not make him invaluable. Because Charles would gladly dispense with him if he could.
Just before he made to follow the man, he noticed that James’s Omega, too, had a similar look on his face, no doubt wishing to enact his own brand of...collaboration...with the man.
He leaned down, next to the Omega’s ear. “He may be an opportunistic fool, but he is one of the best of his trade. And very professional once he’s been paid. He will do Connor no ill.”
-----
Clipper ground his teeth in frustration. No ill? Ill had already been done!
“I am familiar with him and his ilk and know his full measure. It is not him I worry about doing ill to my friend.”
Lee backed off, his expression rapidly cooling.
“If you’re implying I would hurt him now when he is like this...”
Clipper cut him off, still infuriated by the events of the night before.
“I imply nothing.”
The man pursed his lips, clearly agitated by the statement.
“Listen,” he grabbed Clipper’s arm roughly. “You may be here to help him, but this is my house, my estate, my property and...”
“Exactly. I am here to help him. But it is difficult with you jeopardizing my efforts.”
Lee exploded at that.
“I care for his wellbeing too! I want him to wake up too!”
“Then why do you continue to hurt him?”
For a moment, Clipper thought that the man was going to strike him. He trembled so with fury and rage, and he balled his hands into fists.
The moment passed.
Lee swallowed, hard.
“I admit I was remiss in my actions towards you last night.”
Oh?
“It has been pointed out to me that I behaved childishly and unbefitting my station.”
Was he truly hearing this? Clipper’s eyes flew wide open, disbelieving.
“As such, I believe an...apology...is in order.”
Clipper pinched himself. He must be dreaming. He must.
Though why he would dream of Lee, he did not know.
“It was unworthy of me to mock you so, when you have been doing nothing but trying to help my wife.”
Lee stopped. Then snarled at the wide-eyed look on Clipper’s face.
“You needn’t act so surprised,” the man bit out. “I have occasionally made mistakes in the past before.”
Clipper stared at him.
It was, stunning, to say the least, but not the least bit helpful. While it was true that the man had brought to mind some unpleasant memories, that wasn’t what frustrated Clipper so.
“I,” Clipper began, “am not the one you need make amends to.”
The man shook his head.
“Despite your arguments, unless Matthew tells me I am bringing harm to either Connor or the baby, I will not keep from my husbandly rights.”
He frowned at Clipper.
“I don’t understand how you, who have been married to James, can fail to understand this. While I do admit that we haven’t had the same aims and our marriage did not start the best of ways, Connor is my wife. Society allows my conjugal rights and applauds me for my fidelity to him when I could have had many more Omegas as mistresses. What, about this arrangement, upsets you so?”
Lee seemed genuinely puzzled.
Clipper felt genuinely appalled.
“Choice.” As if it were not obvious. “Even if it were his duty to submit to you for the sake of society,” Clipper tried not to spit out the word but rather suspected he failed, “which I am not sure it is, it was never his choice to wed you, to be your wife in the first place! Can you not see that by continually forcing the matter, by giving him no reprieve, you are harming him and, through him, your unborn child?”
Lee looked at him as if he might an unusual creature.
“On the contrary, it teaches him to submit to me, to, once he wakes, accept his role and place in this house. The faster he learns not to strain at the bit, the less he’ll hurt himself.”
Clipper shook in frustration.
“He is not a thing you can order to be what you will.”
“I fear society and law disagrees with you.”
Clipper took a deep breath, trying to calm himself.
“Do I at least have your word that, if it proves harmful to him, you will cease your activities?”
Lee bowed, gracefully, courteously, gentlemanlike.
Clipper has never been more disgusted in his life.
“But of course. He is my wife.”
How he wished he were not.
Re: Master of the House - part 17
(Anonymous) 2013-02-19 09:39 pm (UTC)(link)Also, you weren't kidding when you said Matthew was Church all over again. Wonder how he and Clipper are going to work together in order to bring Connor back. I'm kind of curious how Haytham is taking the news about a second grandchild and Clipper's involvement, does he even know his son is a vegetable right now?
Re: Master of the House - part 17
(Anonymous) 2013-02-19 10:08 pm (UTC)(link)But yep! :D Charles is ever the same Charles, a monster to those he sees as not worth his time or his enemies, really great to the people he likes (hence his friendship with James). Matthew falls in-between (he doesn't approve of the man's greed and gets annoyed at how obnoxious he can be), but he doesn't dislike him like he did Hickey (manners and gentlemanly behavior are quite important to him).
And Connor is in transition from the first camp to the second camp. Whereas, before, he was hated foe, then he was enemy captive and now, Charles is thinking of him more and more as the mother of his future child.
Matthew and Clipper...lol, I laugh just thinking about it. Water and oil. But Matthew will be professional since he'll get paid for it, and Clipper will try his best to tolerate the man for Connor's sake. Not for too long though. Matthew only calls about once a week to check on Connor's status.
Good question about Haytham. ...I'll have to chew on that a bit. :)
He'll be at the coronation ceremony though, which is in about a week, fic-time. We should find out at that time. Charles will probably start making preparations for that soon.
Re: Master of the House - part 17
(Anonymous) 2013-02-19 10:39 pm (UTC)(link)That is sad, and probably one of the reasons (aside from being an Assassin) why Connor probably never thought or intended to get married... until he met George ;_;
Ahh the coronation, I am looking forward to that. I wonder if Connor will have some minor/major improvements then. Also, I do hope James and Charles will let their Omegas continue to be friends (why do I picture these two being leered at Templar gatherings)
Re: Master of the House - part 17
(Anonymous) - 2013-02-20 01:26 (UTC) - ExpandMaster of the House - part 18
(Anonymous) 2013-02-20 03:48 am (UTC)(link)Also, I know nothing about what doctors may have done to check up on the health of a pregnant person a couple of centuries ago (plus added complication of A/O universe). Making it all up as I go.
Also, I think I disgusted myself with Matthew’s attitude which I found even more appalling than Charles’s, given he’s a doctor...then again, those in the medical profession back then had no oath to do no harm and frequently took advantage of situations for their own benefit...
Master of the House
Chapter 16 - Doctor's Visit
As Matthew bustled about Connor’s bedside, Charles found himself getting extremely irritated.
Matthew was taking his pulse, prodding him with various thermometers, massaging his belly...
And the only thing that his wife had on was a long, thin, white shift, unbuttoned at his stomach so that Matthew had access to him.
The sight of the doctor rubbing at his wife’s smooth skin, at the vulnerable flesh that housed his child...
Charles ground his teeth and restrained himself from ripping Matthew off of his wife. He reminded himself that, unlike Edwards and the late Hickey, Matthew Davies was a greedy bastard, not a lecherous one.
It didn’t help much.
To distract himself from unwanted thoughts, he turned his attention to the only conscious Omega in the room.
To his great satisfaction, he saw that, Clipper, too, seemed somewhat disconcerted at how intimate the inspection was.
The Omega fidgeted, horrified eyes glancing at the hands on Charles’s wife and then away to the far wall. Whether the unease came from the fact that the hands belonged to Matthew or seeing more of his mentor than he had ever dreamed, Charles did not know.
A thought came to him, and his eyes narrowed. At least, he hoped the man had not seen more of his wife.
Oblivious to the thoughts that tormented Charles, the Omega’s curiosity overcame his unease, and he approached Matthew.
“How is he?”
Matthew spared a quick disinterested glance at the Omega. “Not getting any worse and perhaps even a little better, I’m surprised to say. He is no longer deteriorating quite as quickly as he was.”
He turned to Charles.
“Did you change his regimen?”
Charles nodded slightly. “We took him outside with the dogs, yesterday, in the afternoon.”
“Hm.”
Matthew was, once again, absorbed examining his patient.
“And,” James’s Omega hesitated. “And the baby?”
“Can’t tell as of yet.” Matthew was testing the limberness of Connor’s hands, arms and legs.
Charles clenched his fists at the sight of his wife being handled like a puppet by another Alpha.
“How did you know he was pregnant then?” The Omega stared at Charles’s wife with mixed concern and reverence.
“He missed a couple of heats since the miscarriage.”
While James’s Omega flinched, Charles gaped at Matthew.
“How do you know when his heats are?” he choked out, scandalized.
Matthew turned to him.
“Come now, Charles, sir,” he amended. “I knew how long the last pregnancy lasted, and given that heats are regular and a male Omega is only fertile during heat...”
“But couldn’t he just have an irregular cycle? Or-or the recent stress cause him to miss them?” the Omega babbled, face red with embarrassment.
Matthew shrugged.
“The servants showed me their log of his daily needs, and his urination has increased significantly within the past couple of months as his growing womb increases pressure on his bladder. Plus, his breasts are also softening a bit and getting ready to produce milk for the infant, well,” he chuckled, “as much as any male Omega can.”
He turned to Charles, also flushed bright red at this point. “You may want to look into getting a wet-nurse for the child to help with that. It has the added advantage of helping him conceive again faster if his milk dries up. I can give you the names of several reputable female Omegas...for a fee, of course.”
The man smiled toothily and then turned back to his patient.
The room fell silent again, Charles too flabbergasted with the thought of Matthew of his wife’s cycles and Connor nursing their child, Clipper too mortified by the sudden information regarding his own body.
After a moment, the Omega gathered his courage. “Doctor,” Clipper began, face still flaming from the last comment. “We’ve been trying to increase positive memories and associations. Connor means a lot to me—“
Charles coughed.
“—and the child means a lot to Mr. Lee—“
Charles glowered at the Omega. Was that all he had taken away from their earlier conversation? Did he not see how Charles was actually doing right by his mentor?
“—for him to get better...”
Matthew waved an impatient hand. “Yes, yes. Continue doing as you did. It is difficult to tell so quickly, and his recent improvement may just be happenstance, but it cannot hurt to continue increasing the positive stimulus.”
“...what about the negative ones?” the Omega asked suddenly.
“Pardon?” Matthew turned towards him in surprise just as Charles bristled in anger.
Surely the man wasn’t going to bring that up now. Surely...
“Connor never welcomed Mr. Lee’s advances—“
Charles couldn’t believe the gall of the boy. Now? Here?
“—and Mr. Lee insists on making full use of his ‘husbandly’ rights—”
He was going to kill the Omega, James be damned.
“—wouldn’t that be considered to be a negative stimulus?”
As Charles stood contemplating various methods of disposing of the troublesome Omega, Matthew looked ponderingly from him to the determined Omega.
“Are you asking,” Matthew removed his spectacles slowly, “if Charles bedding his wife will be deleterious for him or the child?”
Clipper stubbornly raised his chin. “Yes.”
Matthew laughed in mirth. “My dear Omega, have you had...relations...with Mr. Collins?”
The Omega turned pink again. “I don’t see what that has—“
“Yes or no, Omega.”
“Y-yes.”
Interesting. Charles was beginning to think the man a complete virgin with his insistence on interfering with his love life.
Matthew continued, “and have you been harmed by any of your...previous encounters?”
The Omega tried to protest. “But that’s—“
“Again, yes or no?”
“That’s not the same—“
Matthew put up a hand, obviously finished with the line of reasoning. “I can see where you want to spare your friend from the touch of us ‘evil’ Templars,” he laughed knowing, sharing a look with Charles. “But rest assured, sex isn’t causing any physical damage to either him or the child.”
Charles relaxed.
Perhaps he was a bit...overhasty...when it came to James’s Omega. The man’s questions did lead to some valuable insight and, well—it would have been a shame to lose access to his wife’s succulent body.
James’s Omega did not seem as pleased with the answer and opened his mouth to argue.
“I will brook no more on this,” Matthew admonished him sternly. “Although,” he turned back to Charles, “if he recovers his mind, I would not force your attentions on him if he fights you. That may damage the child.”
Charles frowned at the thought. He might need a new bargain with his wife if he wanted continued access to the boy’s body then.
“There are herbs in this new country to make him more...compliant, but little research has been done on their safety while an Omega is pregnant.”
In the corner of his eye, Charles could see James’s Omega turning pale in disgust. And for his own part, Charles had to admit he felt a bit ill at the thought of drugging his wife. Fertility teas, yes, but narcotics?
“And later on in the pregnancy?” Charles felt compelled to ask.
“That is an old wives’ tale. Pure fictitious. You may penetrate him as long as you do not damage him during it.”
With that, Matthew began packing up his instruments.
“I shall leave the books with you and take my leave. You may send the payment to the regular location.”
-----
“Wait.”
Clipper resolutely stepped in front of Davies’s path as he was about to exit the manor.
The man didn’t look impressed.
“Step aside.”
“You only said physical damage. Mr. Lee forcing himself on Connor while Connor is like this wouldn’t cause him or the child physical damage.”
Davies raised an eyebrow.
“So I did.”
“What about mental? What about emotional? What about—“
Davies stopped him. “Who do you think I am, Omega?”
Clipper stalled, suddenly unsure.
“A doctor? A Templar?”
Davies smirked.
“Yes, a Templar. A Templar who owes his first loyalty to the Order and sees his next coppers filled by the likes of our dear Charles Lee and others who seek my services. And it doesn’t pay,” he wagged a finger in front of Clipper’s face, “to disagree with the man who is paying you when he clearly wants to fuck his wife.”
Clipper tasted bile. “You would sacrifice Connor, sacrifice your professional integrity...”
Davies actually laughed at this.
“Oh, dear me, where do you Assassins get your ideas? So naïve, Omega.”
He looked mockingly at Clipper.
“Your dear Connor was instrumental in destroying more than half of our most valued members, of our inner circle. Really, Omega, do try to remember that I have no cause for sympathy for you or yours, save what I am paid to do.”
Clipper shook with anger. Vile, disgusting...
“But don’t fret yourself.” Davies patted his head condescendingly. “Connor is our soon-to-be Grandmaster’s wife and our current Grandmaster’s son. He carries the heir to both those respectable—and wealthy—lines. If I believed the child would be damaged by such activity, I would discourage it. It promises a steady stream of income for the next several years, after all.”
And on that note, Davies brushed past a stunned Clipper and stepped out the door.
As Clipper listened to the sound of a carriage being drawn away, only one thought made itself known to him.
I will protect him from you, from all of you. I don’t know how, but I will.
Re: Master of the House - part 18
(Anonymous) 2013-02-20 04:36 am (UTC)(link)Anyway, Matthew really is disgusting. He's practically Church (if not worse). Not sure if it's mentioned, but is he a member of the Inner Circle or a low level? Poor, poor Clipper is so alone trying to protect defenseless Connor against the Templars who are just using his body... he's not even a human being in their eyes.
Once again, I love possessive/perverted Charles... and thank goodness he's not going to kill Clipper for bringing up the rapes. I wonder if Connor was awake during the doctor's visit... poor baby
Re: Master of the House - part 18
(Anonymous) 2013-02-20 04:54 am (UTC)(link)Ahem.
But yeah, I wasn't too impressed with Church and, given that I wanted Matthew to be reincarnated Church...
Matthew is, unfortunately, one of the new members of the Inner Circle (one of the reasons why he's constantly switching back and forth using 'sir' and 'Charles' to address Charles Lee).
Poor Connor was awake the whole time (he's awake during a lot of the shitty stuff), but it's nothing he hasn't heard before (though he's still getting used to the idea that he's pregnant again) so he's quite used to this kind of...behavior from them.
he's not even a human being in their eyes.
Interestingly enough, many thinkers and armchair anthropologists in England at roughly that time (give or take a century) debated exactly that. One of the topics of debate was whether people from certain parts of Africa and the Native Americans were people. A sizable group wrote treatises on why Native Americans were primitive peoples (adam and eve types) and why people from Africa were not people. Another sizable group wrote the opposite. Some argued both were not people and some argued that both were.
I believe, but not sure since this is all going off of memory from history class over 10 years ago, a very large segment decided that the groups from Africa were not people and, thus, legitimized the type of slavery we saw in the US and in Europe.
Also, apparently, there was some questioning over whether either group (but particularly the former) can/should be converted to Christianity because apparently it was against the bible to take Christian peoples as slaves.
Re: Master of the House - part 18
(Anonymous) - 2013-02-20 05:28 (UTC) - ExpandRe: Master of the House - part 18
(Anonymous) - 2013-02-20 05:38 (UTC) - Expand