The Adventure Never Ends | By : A.K.O.Shifting-Shadow Category: +A through F > Assassin's Creed Views: 2266 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Chapter Four: Awkward Situations
A gasp slipped from chapped lips as a hand slid over sweat slicked skin. The man beneath squirmed under the larger dominant man as those skilled lips pressed against the vulnerable joint between neck and collarbone. A loud cry echoed around the room as a firm, callused hand wrapped around hard, heated flesh. Hands gripped the dominant’s shoulders in the smaller man’s effort to say sane. “We…must…stop.” Were the reluctantly whispered words.
“No.” The other man stated simply, the submissive could say nothing in response as those hard lips pressed harshly against his own, a skilled tongue slipped past his parted lips to explore his mouth. He whined and tugged at the thick fabric of his dominants coat.
“We…have…w…work…to…” The submissive pleaded as his lips were released.
“It can wait.”
“C…C…!” The attempt at speaking was interrupted by a harsh kiss. The submissive whined and tightened his fingers into the clothing of his companion. “Ple….s….stop this.”
“No.”
“C…Charles.”
Desmond’s skin was bright pink as Connor slowly shut the door, the Native’s eyes were wide and an expression of astonishment was clear on his face. “My father…and…Charles Lee?” He muttered.
“C…Charles…Stop!” Haytham Kenway pleaded, they did not hear Charles reply but they did not need to as Haytham’s cry of pleasure was their answer. “P…Please.”
“I think it best if we move away and leave them to it.” Desmond suggested as Haytham’s cries grew more frequent and louder. “I admit…I didn’t see that coming.”
“He knows I have plans for Charles Lee.” Connor murmured. “He knows I plan revenge.”
“He will try to stop you, Connor.” Desmond warned. “He’ll protect his lover, which means you have a difficult choice to make, let them both live or kill them both. I know it is difficult but Haytham Kenway will not allow you to kill Charles Lee and Charles will not allow you to kill Haytham, if you kill either one of them the other will be out for revenge.”
“I know…I need to think on this.” Connor answered.
“I understand.” Desmond replied. “Look, I know the way back to the homestead, just guide me to the general store so I can sell my products and you can leave me there and go think.”
“Are you sure?” Connor asked.
“I’ll be fine. You however need to spend some time making a decision and as much as I’d like to help you have to do this on your own.” Desmond stated.
“Thank you.”
“You can thank me when this is all over. Now take me to the store and then go.” Desmond ordered, Connor gave him a small smile as they left the inn and mounted their horses. Desmond did not make a sound, just left the Native to his thoughts as they rode to the store, the moment they arrived Desmond shooed Connor away and the Native left with some reluctance. Desmond sighed and turned to the horse beside him. “Connor’s got a lot of thinking to do.” As if to answer the horse grunted, Desmond stared surprised for a moment before shaking his head and turning to the store. “Focus, Desmond, I have work to do.” He instructed himself before taking a deep breath and striding into the store.
When Desmond finally emerged from the store he had a gun and a sword which he had bought with some of his earnings, the rest would go to the innkeepers for food and board and what was left would be put somewhere safe. “Well I’m ready, or as ready as I’m going to be.” He told the horse as he mounted.
He let the horse trot through the street and carefully guided it around the obstacles, his focus was on their path but his ears picked up a curious sound, it sounded like a plea for aid. He slowed his horse and turned back. His sensitive hearing heard struggling and a woman calling for help, he followed that sound and scowled when he came upon the cause. There right in the street a group of thugs were man-handling a woman, she was clearly terrified and whimpering, what angered Desmond most was the fact everyone was walking passed not even looking at her. Red clouded his vision and he leapt from his horse and into the group.
“Thanks.” The woman stated after he brutally murdered every man. “No one else would help me.”
“I know.” Desmond growled. “And they call themselves men!” He snarled as a group of gentlemen passed, they stared at him in shock before staring at the bodies at his feet, one look at the bloody mess and they fled from the area. “Cowards. Are you alright?”
“I’m fine thanks to you.” The woman replied. “I guess they don’t like English women all that much. I shouldn’t be surprised, there is a lot of talk about a rebellion and America’s fight for independence, it’s not really that safe for an Englishman or woman to walk these streets.”
“It matters not if America is fighting for independence, they should have manners. A man hitting a woman is just wrong in my book.” Desmond stated. “I’m Desmond Myles.”
“I’m Vanessa Clarke.” She replied.
“Do you need a lift? I can take you to safety.” Desmond offered.
“I don’t do well with horses…could you perhaps…walk with me?” She asked.
“Of course.” Desmond answered as he gripped his horse’s reins. “I’d be happy to keep you safe.”
“You’re a fine gentlemen.” Vanessa complimented. “There are so few of them these days, even the Englishmen here are little more than thugs. It is so hard to find good manners.”
“I’m sure it is not as bad as you think it is.” Desmond answered. “You just haven’t met the right people.”
“Until now.” Vanessa stated.
“Until now.” Desmond agreed with a grin.
“So, how did you end up here?”
“I was selling some produce, I have done some hunting and needed some cash, a friend escorted me into town but had to leave so I’m now heading home.”
“And where’s home?”
“Out in the frontier.” Desmond explained.
“What’s it like out there?”
“Compared to the town? It’s quieter, more peaceful but more dangerous.” Desmond answered. “There’s none of this stupid fighting between men, it’s all about team-work and survival. But it is a dangerous place, on my way here I’ve seen Cougar, wolves and bears. I will probably ride straight for home without stopping.”
“You could always stay with me.” Vanessa offered.
Desmond frowned at the look in her face. “I appreciate the offer, my lady but I…”
“There is someone else?” Vanessa interrupted with a disappointed look in her face. “I apologise, I did not mean to be presumptuous, it’s just…my father wants me to marry but his colleague’s sons are just so…arrogant and they treat me as nothing more than an accessory, It is like I’m a slave. I’ve got until the end of the year to find a man before my father chooses for me and you’re the first man I’ve met who I’ve genuinely liked.”
“I think there is a man out there for you.” Desmond answered. “You’ll find him.” He assured. “I’m just sorry I cannot be the man you want me to be but I cannot betray my loves.”
“Loves? As in more than one?”
“Two.” Desmond answered. “And I love them more than anything in the world. I cannot betray them.”
“I understand.” Vanessa replied. “I hope…can…can we still be friends?”
“Of course.” Desmond replied as he chuckled at her shy, embarrassed blush. “Besides seeing you with a man will keep your father off your back and give you some time to look around. Just don’t go getting the wrong idea.”
“Of course. Thank you Desmond. I know I’ve embarrassed the both of us, but thank you for being so understanding and offering your aid.”
“No problem. I take no offence, I know I’m charming and handsome.” Desmond grinned.
“Well…” Vanessa murmured as she came to a stop outside a grand house. “This is my stop, would you perhaps…visit again?”
“I have business to attend to but if I can make time and I’m in town I’ll pop over.” Desmond promised. “It was nice meeting you Miss Clarke.”
“Please call me Vanessa.”
“Vanessa.” Desmond agreed. “I have to get going but I’ll watch to make sure you make it inside safely.” She smiled and he did just as he promised, he watched her until she disappeared inside before mounting his horse. “I still think she’s got the wrong idea.” He told the animal with a sigh, the look on her face had been a hopeful expression as if he’d betray Ezio and Altair for her, but that would never happen. “I can’t go back on my word but I’ll keep the visits short so she’ll get the idea.” He stated. “Perhaps I can hook her up with someone so she’ll fixate on them.” The horse snorted as if sceptical and Desmond mentally agreed, as long as he was around she’d fixate on him. “Let’s head home.”
Surprisingly Connor was waiting for him as he returned, he had expected the man to take longer than this to come to a decision. “Desmond.” He greeted as he saw horse and rider approach, he eyed the wolf, deer and Elk pelts. “It seems you’ve had an eventful trip.”
“Yes. A very eventful trip.” Desmond went on to tell the man about Vanessa and frowned as Connor chuckled. “What’s so funny?”
“I’m just wondering how your lovers will react to her if they were here.” Connor answered with a grin.
Desmond shuddered. “Don’t make me think about that.” Connor gave him a curious glance and Desmond sighed before explaining. “The three of us went to a bar once in Italy, I was hit on by someone called Alfonse, he forced me to dance with him and touched me in ways only Altair and Ezio would. When I finally got free I returned to our table to find my two lovers gone, when they returned I noticed a few bloodstains and that Alfonse had disappeared.”
“They killed him?”
“That or they beat him up. Altair and Ezio don’t kill innocents so it is more likely they beat him up and warned him and his friends off.” Desmond explained. “No-one else approached me that night so there were enough witnesses for word to get around that I was untouchable.”
“Possessive.”
“Very.” Desmond agreed. “I thought you’d take longer than this to come to a decision.” He stated referring to Connor’s father and his lover, Charles Lee. “Have you made a decision?”
“Yes.” Connor answered, his voice was a little broken as if the answer hurt him but his facial expression was one of determination. “As long as they’re both working towards the imprisonment and control of others they are my enemy. I will kill them if necessary but I will also give them a chance to repent and carry on with their lives as long as they give up their goal for control.”
“You know they’ll refuse.” Desmond pointed out.
“I know, but I have to try.” Connor whispered.
“Do you want to head back and see if we can catch Haytham without Charles near him?” Desmond asked with a small smile.
“No. Let’s head back out tomorrow, I want to go out and hunt, since you’ve already got your own prizes why don’t you find Myriam, I’m sure she’ll be glad to show you how to keep pelts and meat.”
“Alright.” Desmond agreed easily, he knew the man needed to go and work off his anger and frustration. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” The man did not answer as he strode off to the frontier, Connor did not even mount a horse he simply jumped up into a tree and within moments he had vanished into the forest. “Wow.” Desmond muttered astounded. The horse beneath him whinnied and shifted with impatience. “Alright, alright! I’m going!” He told the horse and with one last look at the trees he turned and walked towards Myriam’s hut.
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