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Ezio/Connor, Ezio is Tactile and Connor Hates Being Touched. Hilarity Ensues
(Anonymous) 2013-02-27 07:55 am (UTC)(link)Re: Ezio/Connor, Ezio is Tactile and Connor Hates Being Touched. Hilarity Ensues
(Anonymous) 2013-02-27 01:10 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Ezio/Connor, Ezio is Tactile and Connor Hates Being Touched. Hilarity Ensues
(Anonymous) 2013-02-27 05:18 pm (UTC)(link)*puts this on the maybe pile to percolate for a while*
Re: Ezio/Connor, Ezio is Tactile and Connor Hates Being Touched. Hilarity Ensues
(Anonymous) 2013-02-27 11:15 pm (UTC)(link)Fill Part 1: Ezio/Connor, Ezio is Tactile and Connor Hates Being Touched
(Anonymous) 2014-06-17 01:21 am (UTC)(link)Everyone is pleased to see Connor come back from his mission in London safe and sound. He had insisted he be the one to go, having lived there before, but it was his first solo mission so far from their reach, and his brothers and sisters had been worried.
Ezio isn’t surprised to see Connor dodge Bastiano’s overenthusiastic embrace. Being crushed between the man’s huge arms while bruised and tired from his trip wasn’t an enviable fate, no matter how well-meaning the gesture was. Bastiano’s smile droops visibly, but Connor is alive and well so it comes back soon enough.
Connor shrugging off Annetta’s hand from his shoulder, that seems stranger to Ezio. The touch was kind. Surely Connor would appreciate the warmth of a friendly face after all this time alone in hostile territory. His sister wouldn’t begrudge him this much.
His sister is also quite beautiful, and one does not refuse the touch of an attractive woman.
And yet, as Ezio watches from afar, Connor refuses, as politely as he can, all physical contact from either brothers or sisters. Most don’t remark, but Luciana is obviously hurt by his perceived rejection and Stefano looks confused when Connor evades his attempt at patting his back.
Connor isn’t one for effusiveness, but he has never been cold or distant. And yet, now that Ezio thinks about it, he can’t remember Connor reaching out for someone, even by reflex. Now that he is surrounded, a spectator such as Ezio can’t help but notice how every touch is deflected.
This cannot be borne: Connor, alone in Roma, having left behind what was left of his family, cut off from even the most basic pleasure that was another human’s skin against his. As their Maestro, Ezio has to protect all of his recruits, and as far as he is concerned that includes protecting them from themselves.
Ezio moves with all his considerable skills, cautious of staying out of Connor’s sight and using the presence of his apprentices flooding Connor as a distraction, until he can snake an arm around Connor’s shoulders and lean against his massive frame. “Welcome back, Connor. I trust your mission went well, yes?”
Connor tries to free himself from the unwanted arm, but today is not the day one of his students will defeat him. Ah, if looks could kill. “It was fine.”
“Still a man of few words, are you not? As the rest of you can see, our youngest recruit came back both healthy and victorious. Sadly for him, he still has to report to me before he rests. Go on, back to your own contracts!"
The recruits disperse, some more willingly than others, but Connor doesn't relax, even when only they are left.
Ezio removes his arm. Connor immediatly puts space between them. All traces of tension disappear and he starts recounting his mission. Ezio lends him a distracted ear. Connor resents others touching him. He needs to be taught that contact isn't to be feared, but to be seeked.
Ezio knows he is the man for that job.
He cuts off Connor. “This is all very interesting, really, but you and I have other topics to cover today. I could not help but notice that you shy away from touch as if it would hurt you. My friend, that is no way to live.”
Connor frowns. “I don’t like people touching me. Anything else is irrelevant to you.”
“Shall you spend the rest of your life estranged from all, depriving yourself of the joy of a friend’s embrace or a woman’s caress? You would miss out on much, I can guaranty it.”
“I have no interest in hearing about women caressing you.”
“Then it is your loss. The point remains: touch can be pleasant, regardless of its nature.”
“For you, maybe, but not for I. Please stop bothering me about it.”
“All right, all right, let’s not fight about this.” But if he thinks Ezio will forget, he is wrong. So very wrong. This was only the start of his campaign.
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Connor never flinches from what needs to be done. He strives to be as expert an assassin as he can be. He wants to be able to face everything without reservation.
When Ezio strides up to him and offers to train him privately in an advanced form of hand-to-hand combat, Connor accepts eagerly.
He loses the eagerness when he realises that said method of combat involves Ezio repositioning him into the correct forms. There's a hand on his lower back, pushing him forward. There are fingers around his wrist, adjusting his hidden blade to ascertain it won’t be in the way. There's Ezio's body behind his, demonstrating how he should move, what he should do.
Ezio can tell it unnerves him, but he endures, and Ezio teaches on. He continues until Connor is so focused that he doesn't even flinch when Ezio reaches to move his forearms.
In all, a rising success.
The training sessions keep happening.
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Vittorio comes back to headquarters with an alarming amount of blood staining his robes. Most of it can be traced back to the heavily bleeding cut on his open arm, probably caused by the sword of an enraged guard that he couldn’t dodge. He collapses as soon as he crosses the threshold.
Connor reacts quickly, picking him bodily and setting him down gently somewhere safer. Salvatore tends to his wound while Annetta tries to stop Orfeo from fretting too much, to no avail.
Gently, Ezio puts a hand on Connor’s shoulder. The flinch is instantaneous. Why? Connor didn’t even twitch while carrying Vittorio! The hand stays. “He will be fine. Salvatore knows what he’s doing, and if he fails Orfeo will flay him."
"I am not worried."
"Of course not. That is why you are still keeping watch despite the fact that you are covered in blood now."
Ezio gets both a glare and a blush. Apprentices are so cute. Ezio congratulates himself again for his selection of students and keeps the hand where it is. It’s not batted away.
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"No."
"What?"
"You are not going dressed like that. They will not even let us in the building. Change into these. Now."
Connor has a plethora of qualities, but fitting in high society isn't his forte. They can't infiltrate this party with him wearing what he considers appropriate.
Connor returns once changed and Ezio applaud his tastes. He does look much better with Ezio's selection on, but really.
"Come here."
Ezio straightens the hat. He buttons the doublet and arranges the fur-trimmed mantle. He manages to contain his urge to adjust the hose. He ties the drawstring of the chemise. His hands might linger slightly too long for propriety on Connor’s neck, but who will tell?
Connor suffers through the indignities done to his person without too much grumbling. Ezio considers this a victory.
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He should have brought Alessandro. He’d have navigated the party flawlessly, charming ladies and impressing men all night long, just like his mentor. Or Zita. They would have complemented each other well. But no, Connor was the one available. Ezio is not going to make that mistake again. If he had not gotten the information they were looking for, Ezio might have feared for his life.
Connor spent the night trying, and mostly failing, at gathering information by chatting and flirting. He looked like he hated every single minute of it, which probably didn’t help.
Some young lady had been quite taken with him anyway, and had someone managed to have him dance with her, having surely insisted quite heavily. How a skilled assassin like Connor could turn so clumsy, Ezio could not even begin to understand, but he tripped. And fell. And sprain his ankle.
His fellow apprentices will be laughing at him for weeks, if not months.
Ezio gets to drag him out of the party, thanking heaven for filling the place with idiots who somehow missed their disappearance, even after this catastrophic exit.
Connor has to steady himself on Ezio to walk. He doesn’t hesitate to grasp his shoulder. Ezio puts a hand behind him to catch him should he loses his balance. It’s all almost companionable.
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Haytham Kenway. That's the name of their next target, a powerful Templar operating in England. It's also Connor's father's name.
Connor left London because of troubles with his family that he refuses to talk about. There has been quite a lot of speculation in the hideout about what could make Connor, loyal to a fault, leave family and country behind to start anew in Italy and join their cause at such a young age.
Ezio will not assassinate Connor's father behind his back. He has to tell him.
Connor resides in a room on top of a tailor shop, in the Campagna district. At this hour, it's where he'll be.
Connor is surprised to see him. Ezio respects his students' privacy; he doesn't usually appears in their home, but this demands secrecy.
"Maestro. What is it?"
"Hello to you too Connor. Why, yes, I have indeed had a delightful day."
Connor rolls his eyes. He's so charming, this one.
"You being who you are, I believe you will prefer that I be blunt. Our next assassination target is Haytham Kenway, acting leader of the English branch of the Templars."
It's immediate. Connor's face reveals too much, anger-fear-astonishment-sadness-resignation, before turning blank.
"It was going to happen, sooner or later. Best deal with it now."
"So this man really is your father?"
"Yes."
Ezio hesitates, takes a deep breath, and then plunges. "You do not have to answer, your loyalty isn't in question, but why did you choose to fight for our cause? Weren’t you raised in the Order’s faith?"
"Maybe you should question it. Treachery is in my blood."
"Foolish. There is no one more trustworthy than you."
"All my mother's legacy. She was one of us, as was my father and his father before him. I was raised with their values guiding me, to join the Assassins one day. But he betrayed her memory when he chose to follow the enemy's ideals. He turned his back on us all and hid it from me, until I discovered him betraying our secrets to them. I left. We haven’t seen each other since.”
For Connor, this was rambling. He’s trembling, reliving every moment as he narrates them, his fingers bunching into fist. Powerless.
Ezio wraps his arms around Connor, one hand holding his head, pushing it in the crook of his neck, the other stroking his back gently.
Ezio holds him until the muscles against him loosen up, and then until Connor’s arms clutch at his clothes, and then until something wet drops on his skin, and then until it doesn’t anymore, and then some more.
Re: Fill Part 1: Ezio/Connor, Ezio is Tactile and Connor Hates Being Touched
(Anonymous) 2014-06-17 01:45 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill Part 1: Ezio/Connor, Ezio is Tactile and Connor Hates Being Touched
(Anonymous) 2014-06-17 02:26 am (UTC)(link)Re: Fill Part 1: Ezio/Connor, Ezio is Tactile and Connor Hates Being Touched
(Anonymous) 2014-06-17 03:00 am (UTC)(link)Fill Part 2: Ezio/Connor, Ezio is Tactile and Connor Hates Being Touched
(Anonymous) 2014-06-20 03:03 am (UTC)(link)Ezio goes by himself. He leaves Roma to journey to Venezia, where Haytham Kenway is expected to an extraordinary meeting with high ranking members of the Templars stationed in Italia.
He waits until the meeting is over with, after the Templars have stopped anticipating an ambush, before approaching his target. Connor described him as an extremely talented Assassin, well connected and respected by the English Brotherhood before his betrayal: a dangerous man.
Kenway doesn’t travel with a huge entourage, only a few trusted allies. From the way they move, they don’t have the training Ezio and Kenway share. Ezio positions himself, unseen, shoots him in the head and makes his escape. They won’t catch him. They can’t.
An informant confirms the kill the next day. Ezio returns to Roma.
He doesn’t stop by the hideout. The others don’t have to know about another dead man. It’s routine. Instead, he delivers the news to Connor himself, who appears to take it stoically, but Ezio knows him better by now. The urge to take the burden from him, to hold him until it passes once more is almost overpowering, but he can tell Connor won’t accept it. He needs time to accept his new reality.
Ezio will respect his wish. He leaves.
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Connor isn’t seen around for a few days, and Ezio tries not to listen to the voice in his head that says he might be gone for good, but he shows up again like nothing happened.
It would be a lie. All of it breaks a dam. Connor becomes, well, not exactly friendlier, but a little more approachable, less reserved toward him. There’s weight in them sharing something hidden from others. Connor doesn’t react to him so explosively anymore. In fact, Ezio believes he started making a conscious effort not to reject him. That’s still far from casual enjoyment, but it is progress.
Maybe it is time to let the recruits in on his quest.
Or just some of them. That would be safer.
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Annetta invites Connor to share dinner with her, her husband and their two-year old daughter. It turns out Connor likes playing with children. The family and he get along well. It becomes a recurring event.
Candida bothers Connor until he reads Machiavelli’s writings. Ezio thinks she just wants to argue about it with someone other than the writer himself. Finding them fighting about books, or rather finding Candida screaming and Connor waiting until she’s done before saying something that starts the tirade all over again, becomes normal.
Alessandro tries to bring Connor along to a visit at the Rosa in Fiore, which, no, what was he thinking, Ezio shouldn’t have talked to Alessandro about this, just has Connor staring at him, uncomprehending, before he becomes so red he must be burning, backs away from him slowly and starts avoiding him for the foreseeable future.
Zita, because Zita is a lady after his own heart and isn’t above imitation, starts sparring with Connor. This is probably the closest he ever was to a woman. It should be sad, but somehow isn’t. No, Ezio does not understand why either.
Ezio chose no idiot as his recruits. The others catch on, or they heard. Finding new ways to fraternise with Connor turns into the local sport. Ezio saves him from time to time, when all the attention overwhelms him. Together, they lurk into the alleys of Roma and run across its roofs. Sometimes they stop to appreciate the view or to stare at the stars. It reminds Ezio of spending time with Federico, but there is something different about it, something Ezio can’t quite pinpoint. He talks to Connor about him. Connor tells him about England: his mother, his grand-father. His father. Most of the time they end up pressed against each other, shoulder to shoulder, Ezio with an arm around Connor. Sometimes Connor even initiates it.
Life goes on. When Connor doesn’t give a second glance at Vittorio grabbing his arm and lets him drag him toward his latest inadvisable scheme, Ezio considers his quest accomplished and savors his success.
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Luciana is standing in the shadows of the armory, Connor close to her. Ezio, having been the star of such scenes more often than he can remember, can almost hear her words as she confesses her affection to Connor. Alessandro will be pleased; he's the winner of that betting pool.
Ezio might be happy for them if he thought there was any chance of Connor returning her sentiments.
Here. Connor is obviously uneasy and the way he's crossing his arms, creating a barrier between Luciana and himself, speaks volumes about what he says.
Luciana flinches, but nods and leaves quietly. Good.
Wait. What is good in the scene he just witnessed? Luciana is heartbroken and Connor probably is still lonely. Maybe he needs support. Ezio should go meet him, maybe give him another hug.
This makes no sense. Why comfort Connor and not Luciana? She's the one who suffered the most in this ordeal. But, somehow, she’s not the one he wants to be close to.
He's been looking forward to touching Connor, to finding new ways of reaching him. Every day. For weeks, if not months. Feeling Connor finally relax under his hands is the highlight of his day.
He can't quite remember the last time he bedded a woman. It might have been Caterina. Or Fiorina from the Rosa in Fiore. Or Eloisa who lives near the Mercati di Traiano. His memory is faulty.
He does remember the last time he bedded a man, but it was a very long time ago and best forgotten.
How long has he been in love with his apprentice, barely a man compared to him for God's sake, without acknowledging it in any conscious way?
The answer depresses him. Too long. Far too long.
He can't reject him. He can't go to Connor and tell him he must distance himself for both their sakes, thus shattering the slowly built trust, maybe sending Connor back to those days where he dodged all touch or flinched as if a mortal wound has been inflicted. But he can’t continue like this. Now that he is aware of how he feels, he has to be the responsible one, the Maestro, and confront this.
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Ezio does not deal with the situation very well, if he says so himself.
Reacquainting himself with the ladies of the Blooming Rose does not really help, even if they all are very charming. His appearances are remarked. Claudia starts throwing questioning glares his way. If he becomes a recurrent guest, she will tell Mother about it. Ezio has no desire to have them both nagging him. He becomes careful.
He can’t help it: he makes himself scarce around Tiber Island. Time mends all things, surely this will be no exception. It is not difficult for him to be busy elsewhere: he is always needed.
He ends up missing everyone, quickly. Hopefully he will get over it just as quickly.
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He’s being followed.
Whoever is following him is good, he almost missed them, but not up to his level.
He turns, enters a small alley, passes a building and waits against the wall. He’s confident he can take care of whoever will show.
It’s Connor. He’s been ambushed by his own student, that he did not even recognise. One more reason why he’s a failure as a teacher, he guesses.
“Connor. How nice to see you. What is it? You must have a good reason to stalk innocent people through the streets of Roma.”
If only Connor was easily baited. He just rolls his eyes. “I would not be stalking you if I could talk to you, but you have been avoiding me. What have I done to deserve this?”
Why has Connor chosen now to become perspicacious? “You’re being ridiculous. I have been busy. It is a thing that can happen when one leads an organization at war.”
“You have been omnipresent for months, touching and prodding and teasing whenever you can, then disappear for weeks and expect me to believe it has nothing to do with me?”
Said like that, it sounds really obvious. “Well-”
“Because I thought…” and the rest of the sentence is lost in inaudible mumbles.
“Excuse me? Could you repeat that?”
“I said I thought you had been... courting me. Annetta and Salvatore thought so too. You haven’t spent that much time with any of the others apprentices. It is not that I am not… interested, I just needed some time to get used to the idea, but then you started shunning me. I am sorry, I am not used to such things, so if I did something wrong you must tell me.”
Oh God. What. He has been so obvious that even his student could read him. Do all the recruits know? Is there a betting pool about them too? “Connor, you did nothing wrong. None of this is your fault. It is I who is sorry to have made you feel that way.” A breath. He needs to be honest about this. Connor deserves this much. “It is true, I have been absent by design. I… only understood recently how I feel about you. I am your teacher, much older and more experienced than you. If I chose to pursue this, I would be taking advantage of you. I was trying to wait until it passes, for both our sake.”
Connor is not impressed. “So I am mature enough to kill people and fight for our freedom, but not enough for this. With the lives that are ours, isn’t trying to protect me at this point futile? You don’t get to make those decisions from me. Let me make my own choices, just like I will let you make yours.”
Connor could barely stand to have someone pat him not so long ago. He has no idea what he is demanding. Ezio chooses a course of action. What he is intending probably makes Ezio a bad person, but with time Connor will see he wasn’t ready and he will thank Ezio for it. Maybe in a few years they can talk about it. Until then, it will be a nice memory to cherish.
“Fine, if you are going to be stubborn about this.” He grabs the back of Connor’s head and crushes their lips together. He forces his tongue past Connor’s lips, trying not to dwell on how this might be his first kiss. He kisses with all the passion he’s being struggling to ignore, as if he’s devouring him.
Connor freezes. He’s going to push him off, realises how terrible an idea this is, and that will be the end of this foolish venture.
Except that is not what happens. He’s pushed against the wall and thoroughly ravished, by Connor. Ezio moans into it immediately, presses his whole body against his, coherent thoughts having fled him, fingers twisting in the fabric of Connor’s clothes.
It’s Connor who cuts off the kiss, who detaches himself from Ezio and grins at him triumphantly. “Are you still going to argue with me after this? I feel this is an argument you will lose, Maestro.”
That backfired rather dramatically. Connor is not scared, or troubled, or hesitant. He knows what he wants.
Maybe Ezio is the one who is scared. Time to be courageous, then. “I feel so too. Well. I will agree to try this, us, only if you promise me you will tell me if you ever, and I do mean ever, make you uncomfortable, in any way. Do so without fear. I shall do everything in my power so that there are no consequences for you, either as an Assassin or personally.” He’s already thinking of having Machiavelli assign Connor missions, or maybe Annetta. Someone who is not him.
“I thought I proved I could take care of myself. I do not fear you, I never have, but if it soothes your mind, I swear it.” The unconditional trust is part of the problem. How can he be so trusting after having been betrayed so deeply by his own father?
Ezio will just have to be careful. Connor has never been afraid of speaking his mind. He hopes it will be enough.
Ezio takes Connor’s hand. Such a simple gesture, a new one, Connor’s callused hand in his, warm. “Let it be so, then.” They walk the road back to the hideout, together.
Re: Fill Part 2: Ezio/Connor, Ezio is Tactile and Connor Hates Being Touched
(Anonymous) 2014-06-20 04:59 am (UTC)(link)thanks for writing it :D
Re: Fill Part 2: Ezio/Connor, Ezio is Tactile and Connor Hates Being Touched
(Anonymous) 2014-06-20 03:54 pm (UTC)(link)Thank you for commenting!
Re: Fill Part 2: Ezio/Connor, Ezio is Tactile and Connor Hates Being Touched
(Anonymous) 2015-01-04 08:12 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Fill Part 2: Ezio/Connor, Ezio is Tactile and Connor Hates Being Touched
(Anonymous) 2015-01-05 02:20 am (UTC)(link)Thank you! I love trying to integrate the original plots and relationships into an AU while keeping things IC (or trying to).